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erimeows · 3 years ago

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I Could Use A Little Danger

(y/n) Han.

Zen groaned as he saw the name in the chatroom. He'd been sick recently, and though he was mostly over it, everyone in the RFA (minus your stupid older brother) was worried about him. Especially you. Though he appreciated how much you cared, it almost always caused arguments between him, you, sometimes Jaehee, and Jumin in the chatroom.

It seemed like now was going to be one of those times. After his mistake of informing the RFA about his cold, there had been an organization-wide debate on whether you or Jaehee should be coming to check on him. Zen would rather have no one come over, but go off. There was no stopping you two stubborn women. Though you and Jaehee both offered to just go with each other, Jumin didn't want his sister and his assistant going over there.

Stupid trust fund kid.

(y/n): Zen, you're logged in! How are you feeling?

Zen smiled, unable to help himself as he laid back on the living room couch, sipping on the bottle of water in his other hand.

Zen: Much better, thanks

Jaehee: I'm glad to hear that. I was worried.

(y/n):^^ seconded. Would you be alright with me dropping by tonight after I get off work so I can check on you? Just for a quick visit

Jumin: I wasn't informed you would be going over there.

(y/n): That's because you don't want me to.

Jumin: Exactly. Why can't Assistant Kang do it?

Jaehee: I gladly would, but (y/n)'s been pretty insistent... And Mr. Han, if you're worried about anything happening in between Zen and (y/n), we offered to go together, and you objected.

Jumin: I don't see why anyone has to go over there. You're over your cold, Zen, aren't you?

Zen: Yeah, but I don't see why you're so controlling, I'm fine with either of them visiting me whether I have a cold or not

Zen continued to type furiously, feeling his face heat up as he tried to understand what the fuck was running through Jumin's mind. The director had always been somewhat protective of his sister. Since you owned your own bookshop rather than working for C&R, Jumin had always kept a close eye on you, but he'd never been this controlling... Maybe it was just because this had to do with Zen... Which actually made him more upset. Sure, Zen liked you, but you were Jumin's sister! You wouldn't want anything to do with him- Not like that, at least.

Zen: Jaehee has her own life outside of work, so she doesn't have to do what you say

Zen: And (y/n)'s old enough to handle herself. You can't dictate everything in her life just because she's your sister! Stick to obsessing over that damn furball

Zen actually really liked you. Though he'd been hesitant about another Han being welcomed into the RFA (one was more than enough), you had been an excellent addition, as you were nothing like your brother. You were kind and considerate, but still just as levelheaded and hardworking as your older sibling. And you didn't make him want to sneeze when he saw you.

Jumin: Her name is Elizabeth 3rd.

(y/n): Considering that I only have a few minutes until I get off of work, it's too late for you to schedule something with me or tattle to our father, Jumin.

(y/n): I'm going to do what I want, but I'll meet you and father for lunch tomorrow afternoon.

(y/n): See you soon, Zen! Jaehee, Jumin, have a good night.

(y/n) Han has left the chatroom.

Well then.

Jumin: ...Assistant Kang, please cancel the rest of tomorrow's meetings. I would like to go home and spend some time with Elizabeth 3rd. Have a good night.

Jumin Han has left the chatroom.

Zen: And then there were two... Well, since (y/n) is going to be here soon, I'll be off. Don't let that stupid trust fund kid get to you, Jaehee. Get some rest!

ZEN has left the chatroom.

Jaehee: Right... Have a good evening, everyone.

Jaehee Kang has left the chatroom.

Zen felt his heart pound as he heard a knock on the door. He knew it was you considering the timing and walked to the door, opening it, smiling as he saw you standing there. Sometimes it was hard to believe you were actually a member of the Han family, as you didn't infuriate him or make him want to sneeze at just the sight of you. You were pretty, (h/l) (h/c) hair tied up so that he could see your sparkling (e/c) eyes. The actor stepped to the side to allow you in before shutting the door behind both of you, suddenly feeling far more nervous than he should've been.

"It's good to see you." You smiled, reaching up and moving his bangs away from his face so you could place a hand on his forehead. "Seems like the fever's better. You look as good as ever... I guess Jaehee and I had no reason to be concerned after all." Zen sighed in relief, figuring that you'd be off, but you made your way to the couch and sat down, looking up at him expectantly. "Got any beer?"

Zen laughed as he watched you loosen your tie and pop open the top two buttons on the dress shirt underneath your skirt suit. Blushing, the white-haired man walked into the kitchen and grabbed two cans of beer out of the fridge. Walking back into the living room, he plopped down next to you on the couch, cracking one open before handing it to you and doing the same to the one he'd kept for himself. He bit the inside of his cheek, still trying to act casual as you rested your head on his shoulder and looked down at your open beer.

"Yeah, it's off brand-" He began to explain, knowing that you were used to traveling with your brother to wineries and other places with nice, expensive alcohol that the actor didn't waste his money on.

"No, it's fine. I was just... Thinking. Sorry."

"Don't apologize, (y/n)... You came all the way from your shop to check on me, the least I could do is try to help you. What's on your mind?"

"It's about Jumin and our father."

Zen already felt himself frowning at the mention of the chairman and the chairman-to-be, but waited for you to start, watching as you chugged your beer and slammed the can down on the coffee table all in one breath. You leaned back, staring at the ceiling. You looked distressed, so figuring that you could use some comfort, Zen patted his thighs.

"You can lay on my lap, if you want. The couch isn't too comfy."

You gladly look the opportunity, kicking your heels off and laying on your back on the couch before resting your head in Zen's lap and staring straight up at him.

"Thank you."

"Yeah," Zen whispered, gently running his hands through your beautiful (h/l) locks to work out the tangles that had gathered there throughout the day. "What were you saying?"

"Right. Jumin and our father... I've done everything to try to prove my independence; I started my own store without their money, I live on my own, I have an education, and I've made friends and connections that don't have anything to do with them. But they're both as stubborn with me as they've always been." You sighed, moving one of your hands up to land on the one of Zen's that wasn't in your hair, interlacing you guys' fingers and giving a gentle squeeze. "I just want to have fun and live life like everyone else, you know? They never approve of any of the guys I like. One time I brought a man who I'd been dating for a few months to meet my family for lunch, and he was immediately berated and interrogated about his intentions with me... I didn't see him again. And any time I even talk about someone, Jumin shuts them down... Especially the most recent one. He told me that he needed to go get a glass of wine while we were talking about this guy, went to his kitchen, got a glass of wine, popped it open, and gestured for me to continue... And then drank straight from the bottle as I continued. And that was a week ago, so obviously he hasn't matured much since then."

Zen felt his heart drop and break into tiny little pieces at the concept of you liking some other guy, but as he looked down at you, he quickly came to realize that the discussion with Jumin about this most recent guy could've very well been about him.

"What makes you think you have to listen to that stupid jerk? If you already own your business, if you're already doing well, and if you find someone you love... Who is he to stop that?" You were about to speak, but Zen continued, soothingly tracing patterns against the back of your hand with his thumb. "Look, I... We both know I don't get along with the guy, but I understand where he's coming from. You're his younger sibling and he wants to protect you and make sure you make the best decisions, but he can't decide everything for you. You're two people and you know what'll make you happy better than he does."

"You're right."

Your gaze fell to the ceiling as he set his beer down on the table.

"Can I give you some advice about Jumin?" Zen questioned, looking down at you to see you smile. You were waiting, expectant. "Just try to piss him off. Make him think you're doing shit that he thinks is really, really stupid. And then when you do the regular, reasonable things you want to do that he has problems with now, he'll be thankful."

"I feel like you're saying that so you can watch him suffer, but at the same time, it's not a bad idea. I bet we could piss him off in a lot of ways." Zen felt his face burn as he theorized on exactly how you and him could work together to piss Jumin off. "I just wish I could have some fun without worrying about him... You know, I've always loved your house."

"Really?" Zen looked around, surprised that the daughter of one of the richest people in the country would like his house.

"Yeah. It's small and homey, but nice. It'd be great to come home to something like it every night. I was thinking about moving into this neighborhood for a while, but you know how the media is, and I'm afraid it'd get broken into. I could always hire guards like Jumin does, but I can handle myself well enough."

"You can come here any time you want, (y/n). Maybe we can work on pissing trust fund kid of just like you said." He shot a wink your way, to which you sat up and playfully nudged his bicep with your hand.

"How about tomorrow?"

"How about yes?"

It was eleven the next night when you waltzed in through Zen's front door, a small bag on your back as you shut the wooden door behind you with a smile on your face. He'd had rehearsal until nine and needed time to clean up before having you over.

See, normally, he wouldn't allow a lady to travel to his house this late at night, let alone sleep there unless it was an emergency, but... You'd both decided that this was the best way to piss Jumin off. Throughout the day, the private thread between you two on the messenger was used to discuss just what you could do to make the chairman tick. And, after some strategizing, you two had done it.

"My, my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful young lady at my house this late at night?" Zen joked, watching as you pulled your phone out of the side compartment of your backpack and propped it up against the coffee table.

You bent over as you messed with the phone camera, causing him to look away in embarrassment as he caught a glimpse of the way that the skirt you were wearing clung to you in all the right places.

"Hm, who knows... If this young lady is so beautiful, why don't you come take a photo with her?"

Zen looked over to see that you'd set up the camera to take a timed photo, so he moved to stand behind you and wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head and smiling as he saw the flash of the camera. You didn't even wait before running over to your phone and grabbing it to show Zen the photo.

The actor was surprised with how it turned out; your hands were on his hands, you were looking up at him adoringly with that bright smile of yours when the photo was taken.

"He'll love this." Zen sarcastically referenced to the other Han sibling, looking over your shoulder as you opened the messenger app.

(y/n) Han has entered the chatroom.

707: Whoot whoot~!! Who's this girl?

(y/n): Hello, Seven! What are you up to?

707: Just dreaming

707: About having my dear Elly

707: In my loving arms~

Ew. Zen wasn't even there and that furball was somehow relevant to the conversation.

(y/n): Good luck with that...

Jumin: Hello, (y/n). What are you doing this late?

(y/n): Just hanging out with Zen

Jumin: ...I'm sorry?

Jumin: Also, do not talk about Elizabeth 3rd as if she is your cat, Cat Abuser.

707: Oh!

707: (y/n) and Zen...

707: Is this...

707: Love!?!?!?!

Jumin proceeded to send the emoji he used on the rare occasion that he was truly exasperated, to which Zen laughed. Delivering the final blow, you sent the photo you and Zen had taken together into the chatroom.

707: Wow, the ship is finally sailing~~~! Congrats! >.<

Jumin: (y/n), it's almost midnight. Why are you at Zen's house?

(y/n): We're just hanging out.

707: lolol Jumin, (y/n)'s an adult, she can do what she wants to

Jumin: I don't believe in staying together in the same house before marriage.

707: Oh, you mean like you and V do? Lolol hypocrite much?

You had been typing up a response of "Yes, you've made that clear" whenever Seven sent that response of his own. Zen looked at you, struggling to believe that Seven had actually brought up V and Jumin's very obvious relationship.

Jumin: That's irrelevant.

(y/n): Right... Well, I just came to see how you guys were doing, so... I'll be off. Also, I'm staying over at Zen's and taking the day off tomorrow, so don't come to the shop looking for me for anything. Good night! Sleep well, Jumin. You too, Defender Of Justice!

(y/n) Han has left the chatroom.

You threw your phone onto the couch across the room, burying your face in your hands as your beautiful laughter began to ring through Zen's ears. Unable to help himself, the actor grabbed your wrists, gently pulling them away from your face. You were truly beautiful in that moment; (e/c) eyes crinkled at the corners from your continued laughter, cheeks stained red and pretty pink lips curled into a smile.

"Hey, you know what'd piss Jumin off even more?" You asked, letting your laughter slowly die down as you batted her eyelashes at the actor. He felt nervous at the question for some reason, cheeks burning a bright red that matched his eyes when he realized that your wrists were still in his hands. Before Zen could even blink, your lips were on his. No matter how much he wanted to kiss back, Zen let go of your wrists and gently pushed at your shoulders, breaking the kiss.

"You're... Not doing this just to upset him, are you? I like you, and I'd be fine doing this because you feel the same way-"

"Zen. I already mentioned that he was upset when I told him last week that I like you." Oh. So it had been him. "I'm doing this because I like you..." You explained, wrapping your arms around Zen's neck and jumping up without warning. Zen caught you on instinct, of course, hoisting you up by the bottom of your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "Because I want you..." You trailed off again, leaning in to whisper into Zen's ear. "Because I need you."

"Those are dangerous words, (y/n)." Zen warned, grip on your thighs tightening as if to accentuate his point.

Without hesitation, you reached a hand back to the actor's hair and pulled it out of his ponytail, tossing the hair tie away before grabbing a handful of it and pulling. "I could use a little more danger in my life. Give it to me, Zen."

Zen shrugged. "I hope you don't regret that." Then, he was carrying you to his bedroom, not even bothering to shut the door behind the both of you as he deposited you onto the bed. You sat up, watching as Zen hurriedly rushed over to the nightstand and dug through the drawer, his hand emerging with a condom as he shut it back. Zen set the condom on top of the nightstand and turned to you, sitting on the side of the bed and placing his hand on yours. "What do you want from me, (y/n)?"

"I want you to take control," You explained, debating on backing down due to your shyness, but knowing that it would be better for both of you to communicate your desires. "Let that beast out that you talk about so often... Bind me, restrain me, ravish me. That's what I want from you."

Zen bit his lip for a moment, debating it. If there was a problem, he would stop the second you wanted him too, so surely nothing bad could result from this. Reaching forward, he grabbed your tie and gently untied it, slowly pulling it away from your neck. You shuddered in response, kicking your heels off onto his floor and doing the same with your skirt. You started to unbutton your shirt, but you were cut off by Zen making eye contact and shaking his head, setting the tie down on the bed. "Let me get that for you, princess."

"Ah..." You bit your lip as well, watching as Zen's nimble fingers worked through the buttons on your button down and fully revealed everything that wasn't covered by your bra and panties.

"Princess, hm?" You tilted your head as you asked the question, unable to deny the growing tension that took over the room. "Tell me, Zen, are you my knight in shining armor? Or are you my prince?"

"I'll be anyone you want me to be, princess." Zen laughed, slipping the shirt off of your arms and dropping it to the ground. The actor picked the tie back up and gestured for you to turn around, so you did, humming in satisfaction when he pulled both of your hands behind your back and tied your wrists together, binding them in place. "Is it too loose? Too tight?"

You pulled at the bonds experimentally. The knot was tight enough to dig into your wrists a little bit, but it was comfortable, and you couldn't break out of it with ease. "It's perfect."

"Good."

Zen kept you there as his hands landed on your shoulders, giving them a quick squeeze. You felt your heartrate quicken, rubbing your thighs together as your panties grew uncomfortably wet, the burning sensation between your legs throbbing and in need of satisfaction. The actor's hands moved to your strapless (f/c) bra, unhooking it and pulling it off before you felt a hand on each of your boobs. Zen moved closer and adjusted your positions so that you were sat in between his legs, back still facing him. His clothed stomach was pressed against your tied hands as he caressed your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers as he leaned down to nip at your shoulders and the back of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys in his wake.

"Zen..." You whispered, fingers twitching slightly as he took his hands away. Zen chuckled, moving to take his shirt off and toss it on the floor before returning his hands to your chest, moving them down to your stomach, to your waistline, right back up... You whined, so deciding not to be too much of a tease, he pushed your (f/c) underwear down your thighs, admiring the goosebumps that rose on your (s/c) skin.

"I've got you, princess. Could you bend over on your knees for me with your legs spread?" You struggled to do as he said, getting on your knees in the middle of the bed and bending over so your backside was in the air, the side of your face buried into the sheets. Your arms were starting to go numb, and your hands were just aching to reach out and grab Zen by his hair so you could rock his world, but you knew that your vulnerable state was turning you on more than freedom ever would in this context. You heard something hit the floor and the crinkle of plastic, and before you could ask, you felt Zen's hands on the back of your legs. "Nah-ah-ah, I see you about to look. Don't. I want to surprise you."

Shuddering, you did as told, keeping your face in the sheets.

Zen ran his hands up and down your legs and then up your thighs. He was on his knees behind you, in between your spread legs. Your form was beautiful; legs already shaking, breathing shallow enough to make the rising and falling of your chest prominent, shoulders slightly caved in, arms bound, your pussy practically dripping wet for him.

The actor went for it, gripping one of your hips with one hand to keep you in place as he felt the weight of his knees sink even further into the mattress. You tensed immediately, letting out a sharp gasp as he leaned down far enough to lap at your juices, his free hand going around your waist to the front of your body so he could tease your swollen clit. Zen began eating you out, the moans you let out serving as encouragement as he spread you open with his tongue, taking your clit between his thumb and index finger and increasing his pace.

You were getting wetter and wetter, hips rolling against his face on their own accord no matter how much you tried to stay still. You hadn't expected him to do this, but you certainly weren't complaining as he began to steadily fuck you with his tongue, fingers working magic against your clit. You felt a pool of warmth that you hadn't felt in far too long build up in your core, threatening to overflow when Zen gradually pulled away, grabbing you by the hips and quickly slapping your ass, the sharp and stinging pain taking you by surprise. You moaned at the unexpected action, throwing your head back.

"Zen, let me look at you, please."

"Go ahead, princess."

You turned around to see Zen in all of his glory; red eyes sparkling as he licked your juices from his long fingers, muscular chest covered in a light layer of sweat, hard condom-covered cock standing to attention. The actor positioned himself at your entrance, his tip teasing you as you turned back around. After a couple seconds, Zen slowly pushed into you, making you release a low moan as you were filled up. He moved your hair off of your back and in front of your shoulders so that he could see all of your (s/c) skin as he fucked you, causing the rustled (h/l) (h/c) strands to cascade around your face.

"Fuck me, Zen..." You gasped as one of his arms went around your torso, lifting you. You were still on your knees on the bed, and he was still inside of you, but your back and bound hands and arms were up against his sweaty chest and- "Oh my God, I'm not going to last long... You feel so fucking good." You praised the actor as he started thrusting in and out of you, the fact that he could hold you up with just one arm for the amount of time necessary for this something that you hadn't ever thought about. He was physically fit, so it shouldn't have been too much of a surprise, but God, did it make you swoon.

Zen continued to fuck you, groaning in unison with you as you snapped your hips back against his, admiring the way your body shifted and reacted to every movement. He knew he wasn't going to last long either, but couldn't help from trying his best to please you as he slowed down his pace in an attempt to stall for time and be more thorough.

"You're so pretty like this... I wonder how pretty you could look in other positions, my princess... (y/n)..."

You let out a loud shout as you felt Zen's length brush against a spot that made you jolt, your (e/c) eyes squeezing shut.

"Zen... Oh my God!"

The actor's movements were languid but thorough like he was taking his time to explore every inch of you, in a way that you'd never experienced with another man. You felt your knees go weak, your bound arms beginning to burn from being numb for so long, but the pleasure was too much for you to complain in the midst of as Zen hit your sweet spot repeatedly. The sensation was building up in you like a fire ready to be extinguished, burning every inch of your being as it was taken over by the tingles that ran up and down it. Finally, the fire was extinguished with another thrust from Zen, causing you to zone out as you tossed your head back, cumming with a moan of Zen's name.

"(y/n)... (y/n)!" Zen whisper-shouted, fucking you through both of your orgasms as he came into the condom and pulling out as he began to come down from his high.

As soon as he regained his composure, he took the condom off and tossed it into the trash bin under his nightstand, grabbing a Kleenex from the box on the dresser and using it to wipe both of you off before disposing of it in the same manner. You groaned, flopping down on your back as soon as Zen freed your hands and chucked the tie to the floor, getting into the bed. The actor laughed and pulled the both of you under the covers, grabbing your wrists and taking a look before pressing a kiss against one of them with a small chuckle.

“Zen...”

"Ah, your wrists; they're red... I didn't mean to tie it that tight. You just got me riled up," Zen explained, holding your hand and intertwining you guys' fingers. Both of you were laid on your sides on the middle of the bed, facing each other as he continued to talk. "You really are beautiful. Especially like this. Let's get some rest."

"I'll sleep on the condition that-" You cut yourself off with a yawn, burying your face into Zen's chest. "You take me to the store in the morning and let me get some ingredients so I can make us breakfast."

"You don't mind being seen with me?" Zen questioned, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you in closer, playing with your jumbled hair. Maybe you'd let him braid it in the morning. "You know how the paparazzi can be. They've really been pestering me a lot recently."

"I don't mind," You smirked. "Like I said earlier... I could use a little danger. I can handle some crazy fans with cameras."

"Hm... If you say so. Sleep well."

"Sleep well, Zen."

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yanderemommabean · 3 years ago

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I'm not sure if you still/are even in the mood to write for Mystic Messenger, but I had an idea of Seven or Jumin on a work call while their (possibly Male) S/O is right next to them, strapped to a fucking machine with one simple order: "Be quiet."

Always into Mystic Messenger!

You'll be crying into your gag, feeling the toy fuck into you at just the right angle, hitting your prostate over and over at a brutal pace. Jumin will pretend to listen to the person on the other end, but he's wearing a grin, showing his pearly white teeth in anticipation for you to break down and become a blubbering, overstimulated mess.

You'll have your arms tied to your side, your knees underneath you, your face of course is cradled by a soft pillow so your sorry, weepy eyes can silently plead while he watches your face.

You'll get a nice little shock every time you're "too loud". Nothing extreme, just a jolt to send you either over the edge, or to stave off your orgasm as punishment. Seven definitely enjoys making you jerk and push back against the fucking machine when he shocks you, only making you curl your toes and roll your eyes back as you're made to cum.

You'll end up with a puddle of your own cum underneath you, your cock leaking precum and twitching in both pleasure and pain as you're still being fucked and speared open.

You'll only be given a break when the phone call is over, but they are quite the talkers. So, this call might take a while!

-Mommabean

#yandere mystic messenger #yandere jumin #yandere seven #yandere smut #yandere lemons #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere mysme #mommabean #yandere dubcon #yandere noncon #gay yandere #male reader

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thatfanfictionchick · 3 years ago

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Mystic Messenger Masterlist

Updated 09/06/2023

Miscellaneous

Mysme as Golden Girls quotes

Mysme Song List

Smut [Explicit]

[Kinktober] Biting

Sexy Smackdown

Duties

Mature

Drive by biting

Other

Wake Up Call

707 is a Biter

707 is a Biter, p.2

Take a Break

Make Me

Marry Me

Drive-In Datesaster

Nightmares

why are there no good cg's of vandy whyyy

Smut [Explicit]

[Kinktober] Gloves

#mystic messenger #mysme #mysme smut #mysme fluff #mysme 707 #mysme saeyoung #mysme vanderwood #me @ me: you only chose that cg of Seven to get some of his shoulder in there #also me: you don't know okay gosh #anyway you can't find an image that has the whole crew #either it's missing v or saeran or jaehee like what even is this

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perzawa · 4 years ago

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→ defender of justice

saeyoung choi x fem! reader

desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue.

genre: smut

warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names

word count: 3.1K

Not again.

Not like this.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals.

That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time?

“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes.

“Just a moment, ma’am.”

“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes.

You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.

Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.”

You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red.

“W-Who are you?”

“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man.

“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly.

“He’s a dick. Or she.”

“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter.

“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.”

“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.”

The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.”

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly.

“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot.

A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order.

So he did.

“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.”

“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?”

And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit.

“I was right. He sounds like an ass.”

You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything.

“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”

Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor.

“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.”

“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps.

“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.”

And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant.

You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you.

“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building.

“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his.

He was leaving.

C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it.

You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright.

“You good?”

“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that.

“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.”

Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words.

“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!”

“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.”

You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place.

“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you.

Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!”

You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.”

Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!”

You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space.

“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix.

“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it.

“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.”

“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.”

“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?”

“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?”

Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore.

“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.”

Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after.

“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin.

Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch.

“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back.

“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties.

Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability.

“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture.

“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward.

“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.”

He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out.

“Please, Seven, hurry.”

“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything.

“Oh.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move.

“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes.

Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.

“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.”

You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring.

Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead.

‘Akira 💕…’

“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it.

“Yeah?” You put him on speaker.

Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan.

“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.”

Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned.

“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there.

“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked.

“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now.

“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.”

You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks.

“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust.

“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?”

“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.”

“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this.

He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven.

“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck.

“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while.

“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years ago

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If you don't mind, can you do N, S, & Z please? Thank you~ :3

And you can choose whichever member you want :]

(I’m guessing this is for that one up there! So heee we go!)

Saeyoung (alphabet smut game)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Uhh I think this man could probably be into whatever you’re into

Maybe he wouldn’t be too much into knife play tho, or doing the thing were you piss on each other? Nah not for him

He’s also probably not into the whole Daddy/Little Girl-Boy thing, due to his uh, obvious awful relationship with his dad pft, it’s just something he isn’t really into, and he would rather have you scream his name

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man sometimes works out, not to also forget the fact that he’s a secret agent, so just IMAGINE the stamina of this man

He can go F O R E V E R

If you’re feeling like it, and you can keep up, this man is going for about 4-5 rounds. Immediately after banging? He’ll do three, then the two of you will take a break but soon he’ll be on top of you again and oop, there go your clothes and he’s already driving you to your peak with only his mouth

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Aw, he mostly waits for you to fall asleep so he can look at you

This man never thought he’d ever have someone he could actually spend the rest of his life with...and he loves you so goddamn much

So he will try to stay up to see your flushed face sleeping soundly next to him

He will sometimes caress your cheek or play with a strand of your hair

All that time he’s just thinking ‘I love you so much. And I promise I will always protect you.”

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeyoung headcanons #saeyoung smut #mysme seven #jumin han #saeran choi #yoosung kim #jaehee kang #jihyun mysme #choi bois

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janumun · 5 years ago

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What He Loved Best

Game: Mystic Messenger Pairing: Saeyoung/Female Reader Rated: NSFW/18+ Words: 6084

Warning tags: family fluff, angst, talk of the future, vaginal sex, violence, character death, thoughts of suicide and self-harm

Please read those tags carefully before you proceed!

Summary:

Set 3 Years After Seven’s Good End Saeyoung is a happy man. His life is all the more better for having his brother and his beloved girlfriend in it. But when past shadows catch up to him, Seven finds his world crashing down around him all over again.

The very first thing Seven fell in love with was that voice. The first time he called this mysterious gullible creature through the app and asked her to say “I love you” like those stuffed teddy bears did; and she said it, much to his surprise and absolute delight — Saeyoung knew then and there that he was absolutely and completely screwed.

~*~

“Say it again, once more, just like the teddy be-” Saeyoung was cut off by a pillow to the face, positively hooting with laughter as he stared at his very adorable girlfriend, turning a pretty shade of red at his request.

“Saeyoung!”

Seven spoke in a deep monotone in imitation of his best customer service operator voice. “Say it gullible customer, or, we may not be able to help you recover your account.” He had expected her to start cursing at this point, wage an aerial war on him with whatever objects she could find to use as deadly projectiles, grow even more embarrassed at his prodding — or a combination of any of those three — but just like the first time she did it, she left him utterly speechless.

With cheeks flaming almost as red as his hair, she toyed with the edges of her shirt as she spoke in a barely audible voice.

“Honey, I love you~”

There was a moment of silence before Seven grabbed her arm, pulling her onto their bed and underneath him. Hovering over her vulnerable form, the bulge in his pants starting to make itself noticeable. “What did you say?”

She looked up at him, eyes wide, before the slope of her mouth slowly turned upward and she batted her eyes at him flirtatiously, giving him such unholy thoughts, he prayed to his God to let him keep his senses about him just that little bit longer.

“I said ‘Honey, I lov—’” He took her mouth in a wild kiss, practically tearing his shirt off her body.

Saeyoung spent his sweet time obtaining that unfinished confession from every inch of her body for the rest of that night.

~*~

“Aren’t you being too one-sided? What am I supposed to do with these feelings I have for you?”

“I said I don’t care about your feelings!! There’s a bomb in here, your life is in danger, you don’t — you don’t deserve this!”

“Seven I-”

“Nothing good will come of you being so kind to a bad person like me. A bad person like me doesn’t deserve good people like you.”

“Saeyoung. I. Will. Stay. I love you for God’s sake!”

Seven woke up with a start; his body covered in cold sweat from his dreams nightmares as he looked around their his room, blinking away the wisps of fitful sleep from his eyes. She sat at the edge of his bed, stroking his hair as she smiled down at him cheekily. “Rise and shine, sleepyhead. I made us breakfast.”

Seven felt his heart rate returning to normal - calming down with her presence. He called her name as he reached out for her face.

“Saeyoung.” A low sorrowful voice spoke to him from the doorway. Seven turned toward the voice in confusion. “Saeran? What are you—”

He cut himself off when he turned back to look at her. She was gone. She wasn’t there. He was reaching out into empty air. Purposelessly, his arm fell back to his side on their his bed, his hands fisting into their his sheets, the smell of her still so imbued in them, he wanted to sob in agony but his voice wouldn’t cooperate. He couldn’t move.

“Saeyoung.” His twin called out to him again, making his way into the bedroom on quick footsteps, stopping to lean by his side.

Seven turned to his brother; eyes painfully dry as he murmured. “She’s not here, is she?”

Saeran’s face contorted into a look of pain so intense Seven had to turn his face away from it. He couldn’t take in any more…. any more sorrow. He had had enough of it to last him a lifetime. Arms pulled at him and he suddenly found himself in Saeran’s suffocating embrace, his brother holding onto him tightly as if his very life depended on it.

Saeran held onto him and cried; he cried for his brother who had lost the one person who had kept him grounded to this life when nothing else could, he cried for what his family had been like, the three of them so happy and content, he cried for the woman he had loved so very much in his own way. He cried and cried and cried.

~*~

He looked at her happy face and laughed half-heartedly. “I don’t understand how you can like someone like me.”

“No complex algorithm to that, I just do… Seven, Luciel, Saeyoung… whatever you choose to be now or some day in the future, I love you because it’s you, genius.”

Several days after announcing her absolute refusal to ever budge concerning her feelings for him, Seven stood in her kitchen as he tried to whip up a pancake batter, just as she had taught him earlier. It was safe to assume that he was failing spectacularly at it. Give him a computer and he’d hack into the biggest and most secure databases of the world — no, scratch that — the universe, but here stood pathetic God 707 defeated at a mere trial of pancake making.

“What’re you doing?” A voice called out at his shoulder and Seven almost jumped, not having noticed her creep up behind him, still in her nightwear, simple and sexy. It almost sent him out of orbit.

Seven could just about picture it: Honorable Agent 707 falls to the wiles of a minx. He died a happy yet quick death, do not despair, fellow martyrs —

“Pancakes…! Or… they were supposed to be…” he looked at her sideways, eyes wide in best imitation of an apology. She laughed at him.

Bless her beautiful laughter, she was laughing because of him —

Her gaze flicked downward to survey the damage that had been done, analyzing the mess and whether it could be saved. “What did you put in?” She asked and he listed off the steps he had followed up to this sorry state. Midway through, Seven felt something warm — then wet — touch the corner of his mouth. He jerked his head toward her, eyes wider than saucers. She had licked him! He opened and closed his mouth in an attempt at regaining some form of semblance but his mind had blanked out on him.

Error 404

“You had some batter on your cheek. Tastes good though so I don’t think you messed that up,” she continued nonchalantly, dipping one finger into the bowl to scoop some more of his batter into her mouth, lightly sucking at her digit.

707 REBOOT FAILED. REBOOT FAILED

Oh dear God, he wanted to see something else pass between those lips of hers. He grabbed her by the waist, spinning her around to face him before pressing his own lips against hers. She stiffened for a moment before her mouth went lax and she kissed him back. Seven pulled back just enough to stare into her face, noticing the top of her cheeks had turned pink.

How cute, he chuckled to himself, the overwhelming desire to tease her to her wits end taking over. He ran his tongue over his dry lips in an effort to return moisture to them. Her eyes followed the movement, completely mesmerized. He grinned deviously, moving closer and when her eyelids fell shut in anticipation, that is when Seven stopped hesitating and gave her the taste of a proper kiss.

That morning she had her breakfast in bed.

They could always work together on making edible pancakes some other day. After all, he had promised his entire life to her, whatever days of it were afforded to him.

~*~

“You could leave whenever you want; instead you choose to stay here with me, thank you.”

Seven hated the name ‘Saeyoung’. It was the name his sorry excuse of a mother had given to him, not to mention how it reminded him of the coward who had abandoned his brother and had remained blind to the horrors that had befallen his brother after he had left him there to rot in that hell-hole. He absolutely despised the man Saeyoung Choi which is why he preferred to go by his baptismal name Luciel whenever he wasn’t 707.

Luciel like the archangel Lucifer, the one who fell from the grace of God; the name reminded him daily of what he should never be like. He had always wondered if down the road, Luciel would get his own happy ending but with time that hope had diminished until finally dying away without notice. Or so he had thought.

“Saeyoung.” He turned at the sound of his name, spoken with such clarity and belief that Luciel felt cleansed of all his sins. He wanted to be Saeyoung again, he didn’t want to run anymore. He didn’t want to forget anymore. He didn’t want to hurt anymore.

The person who took him by the hand and led him to that point was her. He would forever be grateful to her. She had loved him when he was 707, she had loved him through the ugly and weak Saeyoung and she still continued to love him; Luciel, Seven, Saeyoung… Being with her had made him want to be a new Saeyoung. The Saeyoung who protected his family, the Saeyoung who wasn’t weighed down anymore. Now, he only wanted to be a normal man, the one called Saeyoung Choi.

~*~

It had been exactly six months of them being together before Saeyoung could start considering taking her out on a normal date. He had had a lot to sort through during those six months.

His brother, Mint Eye, the agency… it had taken up every waking moment of his life until then but they had been together. He hadn’t been alone. They had made it. His brother was back and they were together. Saeran was working through it, they were working through it together and he could see… she was helping his brother so much.

He could tell how much she already meant to him and he was happy for them, so much so he prayed for her to always be there for Saeran even if someday… she wasn’t able to, for Saeyoung.

He could hear their faint voices even now, out in the living room where she was busy teaching forcing Saeran how to play this new game she had downloaded off of the app store. He sighed to himself, shaking his head fondly.

Downloading the RFA’s messenger off of some unknown source is what had gotten her into this mess in the first place. His girl simply had no sense of caution, he thought, chuckling to himself before turning back to his computer screen to google some famous dating spots, ideas for the perfect first date, how to NOT embarrass yourself on first dates, the best mints to carry in your pocket for surprise date kisses, would my girlfriend say yes if I asked her if she wanted to break into one of our friends’ penthouses to steal his cat (Google just gave him the addresses and numbers of famous shrinks as well as some helpline numbers so he begrudgingly gave up on that idea).

Growling out his frustration, he threaded his fingers behind his head, thinking hard. Nope. His brain cells were drawing up a zero. What was the use of being an exalted genius hacker and ex-secret agent if you couldn’t even think up of one place to take your girlfriend to on a date?

This was no good, he needed—

“Hard at work?” She asked, unceremoniously dumping herself into his lap, a packet of Honey Buddha chips in hand. Ah, his baby knew him so well. She lifted a chip to his mouth and Saeyoung snatched it up hungrily before smiling down at her.

A serving of Honey Buddha chips and one awesome girlfriend, what more could he ask for?

“Saeran and I are going to watch a horror movie. It’s all the rage on NiteFlix. Super scary. Are you going to join us?” She asked, licking her fingers clean of off chips’ dust. Her fingers seemed tasty i n that moment, of course he wanted a taste. Dropping his mouth open to take a finger into his mouth, she let out the cutest squeak before flushing red.

The corners of his mouth were starting to pull into a devilish smirk, his mind working out all sorts of nefarious and bawdy ideas before his train of thought was cut off by a loud snarl from the living room.

“You better not be thinking of doing anything remotely demented while I’m here, or I’ll cut off that dick you think with, asshole!” Oops, apparently Saeran had heard her mewling in his lap. Guess his domination of her would have to wait.

She giggled at Saeran’s terrifying threat before jumping off of his lap. He was immediately sorry to lose the warmth of her ass on his thighs.

“You coming then?” She asked again, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek but he wouldn’t let her pull away, not without giving her a long wet kiss in return.

Would it work if he gagged her, stopping her moans so that he could play with her a bit before Saeran noticed and came to whoop his ass?

She pulled away this time, still slightly pink in the face before she pinched his cheeks. “You sexy deviant.”

“Mm hmm,” he acknowledged before pulling her close to bury his face in her scent. Her hands immediately came around him. “I’ll be out in a while babe. Go ahead.”

“Alright.” She moved back before heading out, stopping just at the door. “I’ll be waiting.” She cocked a flirtatious smile his way, batting her eyelashes before slinking away. Damn, always making him want to chase after her.

He swiveled his chair back before turning off his computer. Snatching the forgotten packet of HB off his desk, he went outside to join his family in the living room.

All the lights were turned off and his eyes moved over to the sofa to see her already cowering into a very stiff Saeran’s side who was holding her awkwardly. Mischief bubbling up inside, he crept up behind them, noiselessly bending over, one eye trained on the movie. It was a zombie movie he had seen before. This was the part with the jump scare.

TV: AAAAARGHHH

Saeyoung bellowed into their ears at the same time as the ghoul on TV, earning such delightful horrified reactions from his victims he doubled over cackling, the poor souls clinging onto each other as if their lives depended on it.

She had let out such a loud and long screech that her mouth just noiselessly quivered now as she kept her hands fisted tightly into Saeran’s shirt.

“I fucking hate you so much Saeyoung!” She wailed, although he could see she was smiling a little even if it was wobbly. The warmth and laughter he had earned off of his cheap fiasco was worth all the bones Saeran threatened to break and all the suffocating head locks he got soon after.

Snuggled between the two brothers some half an hour later, she sighed contentedly as she told Saeyoung that a home theatre wasn’t bad for their first official date.

He fucking loved her.

~*~

“Even if I have to die, I will protect you.”

Saeran had insisted on going grocery shopping with her and had refused to be persuaded otherwise so she had reluctantly agreed to let him come with.

Saeyoung felt guilty for leaving her to do the shopping when he had promised her earlier that he would go. He threw his twin an apologetic, grateful smile which Saeran waved off wordlessly, dragging her away still protesting, and out of the house.

Saeyoung sighed, turning back to his computer, his current job still left undone. The flow of work for a man of his qualifications was steady and plenty.

She helped with the household expenses with her own job as a writer.

Saeran, too, had recently landed a job at the local grocery store; they were hardly tight for money. And yet, Saeyoung felt himself glancing worriedly around the house these days. He didn’t know where that feeling stemmed from, he didn’t know how it had started but every now and then he felt a chill hit him as if it meant to freeze his very heart over; a persistent, uneasy feeling.

He had been monitoring his old agency’s workings to see if anything was amiss but everything seemed fine.

On the surface.

The agency was still a mess after he had wreaked havoc almost three years back and it didn’t look like it would be getting stability any time soon. Yet, he worried. He was so worried he had pleaded with his family to let him keep track of them at all times they were out of the house. They had both reassured him but had agreed for the sake of his peace of mind.

He turned on the monitor absently for the security cameras in their vicinity, keeping one eye firmly fixed to the monitor even as his fingers flew across the keyboard to get his pending work finished.

“I didn’t want you coming along shopping for your own birthday feast, doofus.” She complained, placing their shopping bags into the trunk with a huff.

“And I didn’t want you coming here alone all by yourself. Especially when he’s so paranoid these days.” Saeran stated matter-of-factly, tossing his own bags into the open trunk. “Besides, he’d worry even more if you insisted on throwing us a party on all your own and I also… wanted to help.” His voice had fallen several octaves and by the end of his sentence she could barely hear him.

She peered into his face to catch the tinge of red blooming across his cheeks. She broke into a toothy grin, threading her arm through his affectionately. “You’re a sweetheart Saeran and I love you for that.”

“Stop that…” he protested weakly, trying to pull his arm away without much enthusiasm but she held on, her smile deepening.

“But you know, this is also my apology dinner to you for making you so angry with me a few days back.” She smiled at him sincerely which flustered Saeran further.

“That’s because you’re a workaholic idiot like that dolt of a brother and kept skipping your meals. You sure made me prance all over the place when you finally did fall ill.”

She chuckled at that, earning a half-hearted glare from him.

Saeran had hated this short little girl when she had first appeared in front of him with his brother. He had thought her to be a selfish bitch who cared for nothing but frolicking around, foolishly in love with his brother but no… he had been wrong.

She was half the reason he had been saved. She was warm, kind and so, so patient with them both— perhaps more than they deserved. He was happy that his brother had ended up with such an amazing person in his life. He was glad to have her in his life. He had grown so fond of her over the years that life without her lighting up their house seemed nigh impossible. He loved her. That is why when his brother started fretting over their safety, he had grown cautious as well, although she was still not vigilant enough.

She was the sort of person who believed in seeing the positive in everything. He was almost exasperated with her cool-headedness at times.

The defeated sound she let out was what snapped Saeran out of his reverie. She was crouching beside their car, squinting under the lights of the underground parking as she looked at the tire in dismay. Saeran made his way over to her side. The tire was completely flat.

“This isn’t good; we’ll have to get this fixed as soon as possible or your big brother is going to die waiting for us. Saeran, can you hand me the tools from the backseat please?”

All of a sudden, Saeran shot bolt upright, the sound of his phone ringing, piercing through the eerie quiet. He pulled out his phone, answering to an out-of-breath Saeyoung. “…ere!” He cut the call as fast as he could, grabbing hold of her arm to wrench her up and against his side.

“Ow! Saeran what the—” He clapped her mouth shut, eyes alert as he stared at their surroundings. She fell quiet just as fast, pulling out the gun she kept hidden on her person. Saeran fished for his pocket knife, mentally cursing himself for having left his gun back home in his hurry to get her out of the house.

Just then, a warning bullet fired into the ground mere inches from his feet. Beside him, he felt her breath catch in her throat at the shot. Saeran bared his teeth menacingly before slinking into the shadows of the pillars around them, ready for the kill.

~*~

“I’m dangerous meow. Everyone seems to have forgotten how dangerous hackers are since I’m nice and normal, but hackers hide like cockroaches, but are poisonous and exist everywhere.”

Saeyoung broke a dozen traffic rules speeding his way toward them. His bad feeling had come true. His bad feeling had come true. Someone was after them. No, someone was targeting either her or Saeran and he hadn’t been able to see it coming. His glasses slid down his nose a little, owing to the nervous sweat that had gathered there. His shaking hands gripped the wheel tighter, praying to his God for their safety.

Please please please. Not again. I beg of you. Let me get there in time.

Saeran skulked noiselessly up to the bastard hiding behind one of the cars before snaking a hand around his mouth, slitting his throat just as smoothly. He hadn’t done anything filthy ever since leaving Mint Eye but hells, if he needed these hands to protect his own, he would do so without second thought.

He felt a silenced shot go elsewhere as he pulled off a gun from the corpse of his first kill. He whipped his head up to see she had taken down two more. Saeyoung had taught her well. Even if she looked as clueless and pacifistic as she did, she had been the one to request Saeyoung to teach her how to use a weapon. She hadn’t refuted the possibility of them always being in danger due to Saeyoung’s previous jobs. His brother had been understandably reluctant but when Saeran had backed her up, telling him this would only aid in her protection, he had relented.

Now, here she was, safely keeping to the shadows as she had been taught by both Choi twins, firing those shots, killing actual humans like some pro-agent herself.

Saeran moved forward, heavily aware of the danger they were in as he moved onto his next target. If they could just get outside somehow, they could escape and work over weeding out their enemies from a safe distance.

There was a commotion far in front of him, the sound of multiple bodies falling to the ground with a sickening thud. His phone buzzed silently, once, twice, thrice in his pocket letting him know the beast out front was indeed the elder Choi. He frowned a little, firing at a target a few paces ahead. About fucking time.

The adrenaline was pumping harshly through Seven’s veins. He had skidded to a stop as soon as he had entered the garage to see a line of men blocking the exit.

They turned toward him in unison, hands reaching for hidden weapons but he was faster. Latching onto the nearest man, he took a hold of his head, twisting it clean round its axis. Using the corpse as a shield for the first shot fired at him, he lunged toward the men, emptying bullets into livers, hearts and brains until he was crouched among a small sea of bodies.

He let out a quivering breath, the familiar nausea settling into his gut that came with this kind of work. Even as a secret agent, he had always preferred attacking his enemies from behind a computer screen rather than this direct brutality. Right now, however, he was grateful for his training. Pulling the gun out of one of the dead men’s hands he turned it over, his stomach sinking at finding the mark he had been looking for. T13, a gang of his boss’ personal men carried weapons with these marks. Seven got to his feet, his heart beating faster. He had to find them and quick. They weren’t safe here. There were still seven of these men out there thirsty for their blood.

Seven was alerted to the sounds of guns going off further inside and he ran, following the sound with a prayer uttered with every step. His heart almost stopped beating when he saw her and Saeran surrounded, though the two kept firing at whatever enemy came nearer, they were without a doubt being cornered. Seven fired his own shots, men ducking left and right, making it hard to get a clear hit. He yelled in frustration, rushing further into the melee when his eyes happened to spot a well hidden shadow against the overhanging support.

Shit. He had missed one. The man was out of Seven’s shooting range, his gun already locked onto his target. Saeran.

Seven’s mouth went dry, his legs turning to lead. He felt himself scream as if from afar.

Saeran’s body twisted toward his older brother’s distraught shouts before a dark figure shot out across his field of vision, pushing Saeran out of harm’s way.

Saeran’s body collapsing against the asphalt was what undid Seven’s paralysis and he bolted toward his fallen brother and his savior. Saeran’s eyes were blown wide with fear before he let out a blood curdling howl, shooting at the remaining men haphazardly as if crazed.

The man on the overhead support had cocked his gun toward Saeran again but this time Seven was faster, swiftly taking him out with bitter vengeance. As the final man fell onto the ground, Seven closed the final distance between his brother and—

God. No no no no.

Her name left his lips on a dying whisper, drowned out by Saeran’s yells of pain and agony so deep it cut through him like a knife that twisted and pulled at his gut before he collapsed next to her, motionless and vacant.

Saeran was clutching at her chest in a desperate attempt to stop the blood from pumping out while her body lay listless underneath his hands. He was screaming at her to get up but Seven couldn’t focus.

He looked down at her face and he saw nothing. She was trembling slightly and was trying to say something but he couldn’t hear her over the static in his ears.

One shaky hand lifted a gun toward Seven and he hoped she would shoot him then, taking him with her but she missed. The bullet flew past Seven’s head, a strangled cry following soon after.

He turned his head as if in slow motion to see his former boss lying on the floor, grasping at his shoulder. That was when Seven started feeling again and it hurt, it fucking hurt. An inhumane snarl ripped from his throat as he stalked over to the prone figure, firing bullet after bullet into his legs, his arms, missing all his vital points but enough to hurt him. The pathetic creature screamed at his feet but it still wasn’t enough. The bastard wasn’t feeling enough yet.

He was squealing like a pig brought to slaughter at a few stray wounds when he had just ripped Seven’s heart from his chest. “Why?” He bellowed, firing another round into the man’s body.

The man coughed but refused to answer, bringing Seven’s further wrath upon him. He knelt down, discarding his empty gun to the side and started beating the insect with his bare fists.

In between hits, the man managed to groan, “No one escapes the agency unscathed, mongrel. We didn’t… didn’t manage to take out all of you but we…”

BANG

Silence descended upon them. Seven turned around to see a heavily breathing Saeran, gun pointed straight at the dead bastard.

Seven rushed back to her side, lifting her head onto her lap.

“S-Sae….”

“Hush, hush, don’t speak baby. We’ll have you patched up real soon. Just don’t speak. Conserve your energy.”

“….oo… late….”

“No. NO. It isn’t too late! We can save you, my sweet honey. You aren’t thinking of leaving me at this point, are you? Haha, I would be lost without you…” Seven’s voice was rising in hysteria as he laughed at her bad joke. Her pulse was becoming less palpable by the second.

“Saeran… SAERAN!! Call an ambulance. Hurry up! Call an ambulance!!!”

Saeran crumpled next to her, phone in one shaking hand, looking down at her mutely, the tears running fast down his cheeks. He grabbed one of her hands in his, squeezing roughly.

She took one last shuddering breath, hands squeezing weakly around each twin’s before her grip went slack.

~*~

“You are my whole universe. Your breaths become the radiant milky way.”

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

Saeyoung’s fingers traced random circling patterns across her tummy as she lay in his embrace, back pressed against his chest.

“Someday, when you and I are both ready… do you wanna get married?”

She stopped fiddling with her phone to glance back at him. Saeyoung expected her to burst into laughter at his sudden question. The prolonged silence did nothing for his nerves and just as he was preparing to take his words back with an ill-timed gag –

“Sure.”

He blinked. “What?”

“I said sure. Let’s get married, Saeyoung.”

Saeyoung shot right up, staring down at her in undisguised disbelief.

She stared right back, brow knitted into a frown. “What’s with that reaction? Don’t tell me you were just joking —”

“I wasn’t!” he interrupted her, eagerly.

Her moue relaxed into a smile at his response. “Oh.”

Saeyoung settled down against her again, pulling her even closer than before. He buried his face in her shoulder, cuddling her tight. She laughed against his childish onslaught of attention-seeking and affection.

“That was pretty surprising though, proposing to me like that out of nowhere.”

“Psh, baby, that wasn’t a proposal at all. I was just… making sure I wouldn’t get rejected once I actually did propose.”

She laughed then, turning around in his embrace to face him. “I’ll be expecting something Seven-esque spectacular then.” She placed a gentle kiss against his lips.

“You just wait for it.” he gave her a happy smile before it turned rakish. “We can get working on the second phase of the ‘Seven plus Wifey project’ right now, though, can’t we?”

“What phase is that then?”

“Baby making.” His grin widened, before he dived headfirst under her shirt, making her screech and hit at him in response before her delighted yelps dissolved into sensual moans as Seven sucked and played at her bare breasts.

One hand slipped down her abdomen toward her bare legs, fingers skirting along her inner thighs before settling at her panties. Pushing the fabric aside, he hooked his fingers into her to feel for her arousal.

She was dripping, much to his delight.

Divesting her of her one article of clothing, he jeered.

“What a perverted wife I’ve got. How long have you been letting thoughts of jumping poor unsuspecting me stew in that dirty mind of yours?” he asked, placing small wet kisses across her stomach, enjoying the slight flutter of her abdominal muscles underneath his mouth.

“W-wouldn’t you… mm… like to know.” Flashing him a voracious smile, she hooked her arm around his neck, pulling him down to taste at that impish grin of his.

“O future husband of mine, shouldn’t you get down to the sacred act of impregnating me already?”

He chuckled against her mouth, looking up to meet her playful gaze.

Bunching up her panties, he impatiently pulled them down her legs before he pushed into her just as urgently, making them both moan in unison.

“Wife… hah… you have endured well for my sake,” he intoned in a low voice.

God, no matter how many times they did it, it felt amazing every single time without fail. She felt amazing: tight and wet and perfect.

When she began to buck her hips against him on her own, he grabbed at her pelvis before thrusting his own lust into her, hungry lips finding purchase on hers.

“Hngh… Saeyoung… Saeyoung!”

And when she called his name in that needy voice of hers, Saeyoung knew there was little else wonderful than hearing it on her every breath.

Folding himself over her, he nuzzled into her neck, breathless as he was, letting the sensation of her all around him; her scent, her hair tickling at his forehead, her sweaty body against his own, guide him into bliss.

~*~

“… I am so sorry to get you involved in this…“

Binary numbers whizzed past in a rapid blur across the screen in green luminous columns - the only light source in a darkened room - a sharp contrast to Seven’s stagnant mind.

He sat slumped in his chair, legs pulled up against his chest as he watched the progress.

Hours, days, weeks… he wasn’t oriented to time without her any more, focused single-mindedly on the task at hand.

He had wanted to die. And he had. The day he had felt her life drain out from her, right underneath his fingers as he had felt her heart slow to a sickening beat and then stop… completely.

The ambulance had arrived not for a patient but for a dead body. Hers.

Seven closed his eyes against the morbid image, letting his head fall back against his seat.

His dreary eyes traveled to the unfinished, now stale, coffee Saeran had brought to him earlier in the evening.

His eyes caught the bag of unopened Honey Buddha chips, hidden away just underneath his desk. It had been the last of their stash, one she had laid claim to.

He could still recall her indignant cries as he had teased her with empty threats of eating them before she ever got her own hands on it.

She had told him that the competition was on. That she would protect the last bag with her life and would see to it that he never found it before she was ready to enjoy it on one of her movie nights.

He had accepted the challenge.

How long ago had that been?

Burying his face in his hands, Seven pulled at his hair as if he could somehow extricate the pain of it all from his brain.

He wanted to reach for his pocket knife — anything sharp would do — and slit his wrists open with it this very instant.

He wanted to reach for her bottle of sleeping pills and jam a dozen of them into his mouth, so that he too could join her in eternal sleep.

He wanted—

It didn’t matter what he wanted. He couldn’t do it.

He couldn’t abandon Saeran. Alone, without anyone else. Not again. Never again.

Not when he, they… had saved him together. No, he would not do it. She would never forgive him if he did.

So, with an empty husk left for a life, the only thing left for him was this.

He looked up at a ping from the screen.

PROCESS COMPLETED

He would dig out every single worm. He would crush them as mercilessly beneath his feet as they had his heart, his life, half his soul. Oh, he would live alright. He would live for her.

A/N: I sad wrote this in the December of 2018 after I wrapped up Seven’s route, only getting down to finish it now.

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saeyoungchoismaid · 3 years ago

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this will sound really strange but i really wanted a nsfw with saeyoung but with pet play, he definitely calls his s/o kitten (gender natural if possible!)

Saeyoung would DEFINITELY call his s/o kitten. He’d also be super into putting you in a collar, possibly one with his name brandished across it, and a leash, possibly some cat ears. He’d call you degrading things like “my bitch” or “my personal fucktoy.” Likes to tug on the leash and force you onto your hands and knees. Definitely fucks you from behind when he’s got you like that, fucking you raw and hard. Just before he cums, he’ll make you beg for his seed. “Want me to fill you up, huh? Want me to pump you full of my cum?”

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justjen523 · 6 years ago

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I Want to Play (Chapter 2)

Saeran x MC

Series rating E (18+)

“You sure you’ve got everything Saeyoung?”

“Yep. Everything that’s super important is in this baby right here.” He smiles cheerfully showing me his laptop.

“Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“Always babe!”

“Saeyoung....”

“I PROMISE!” He kisses me three times before heading out the door waving goodbye. As soon as he’s gone and the door closes behind me I sigh. He’ll be gone a whole week this time.

******************

As I crawl into bed I hear the thunder rumble angrily outside. I curl into a ball and wrap myself tightly in the blankets trying to drown out the sound of the wind howling. I don’t like storms. Never have. Figures the first one we get for the season happens the night Saeyoung leaves town for a job.

The rain comes crashing down and though we are mostly underground it does nothing for my nerves. Something loud crashes outside and that’s the last straw. I dart from the bed with my comforter still wrapped around me and run quickly down the hall.

Normally I would never just burst into someone’s room but I’m desperate to feel safe and most importantly, not alone. The room is dark and in the bed a figure lies peacefully asleep. I tip toe as quietly as I can before sneaking into bed with Saeran. His breathing tells me he is sleeping deeply and as the storm continues to rage on, I turn into such a child and snuggle up to him hoping he won’t be completely pissed when he eventually wakes up and finds me clinging to him for dear life.

A particularly loud crash of thunder causes me to tremble and I press into him further still, practically burying myself under his body. Another thunderous boom and angry winds rage above ground as I continue shaking, only this time I hear soft laughter. Saeran finally realizes there’s a scared woman in his bed clinging to him and rolls over to find two eyes peeking out of the blankets.

“Never would have pegged you as the type to be afraid of thunder.” He teases in the dark and I don’t even make an effort to move from my overwhelmingly close proximity.

“I hate storms. Always have.” I mumble in the blankets trying to make out the delicate features of his face. I feel the bed shift and a moment later a dim light fills the room. From behind it looks like I am looking at Saeyoung but the moment he turns around and those sharp and intense green eyes fall on me, I am acutely aware that this is indeed not my boyfriend. It’s his twin brother.

Saeran smiles rather sweetly and sinks back down into the blankets lying next to me bringing us face to face.

“I take it Saeyoung left?” I don’t answer verbally, I just nod.

“You’re strange ya know.”

“’Cause I don’t like storms?”

“No. Cause you are more comfortable around me than my own brother.” This time I can’t help but to smile.

“So?”

“So? What is it with you? Last time we were alone you seduced me and gave me a blow job. Now here you are in my bed the first night my brother’s gone.”

“I don’t see you turning me away...” I giggle. He observes me silently a moment before responding.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure?”

“Do you love my brother?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“Does he....satisfy you?”

“Plenty.”

“Then why?”

“Why do I find you attractive? Why do I enjoy your company?”

“Yes.”

“Because I love you also.” His eyes go wide in surprise at my honesty but surprise quickly gives way to suspicion and mistrust.

“How can you love me when you love my brother?”

“It’s hard to explain to be honest.”

“Try me.”

“Saeran. I’m going to be one hundred percent honest with you okay?”

“..okay?”

“I fell in love with you a long time ago. You are as important to me as your brother.”

“How is that even possible? If my brother even had the slightest idea-”

“-he knows.”

“Wait what?”

“Saeyoung knows everything.”

“He knows..”

“He knows that I love you. He knows that yes, I blew you, and he also knows how badly I want you.” Saeran stares at me with a bewildered expression as he tries desperately to comprehend everything I just told him.

“Saeyoung....knows....”

“Yes and he’s honestly okay with everything. Actually, he’s the one who encourages me sometimes.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“It doesn’t bother you that Saeyoung doesn’t care if you are with another man?”

“But it’s not just any other man Saeran, it’s you.”

“Yeah? What’s so great about me?” I smile at him tenderly finally emerging from the blankets. I gently touch his cheek and stare into his wary eyes before baring my heart.

“Everything.” Shock, surprise, doubt, fear, caution fill his usually enigmatic eyes.

“Saeran, I love you. I love your smile, your stubborn nature. I love how meticulous you are about things most people take for granted. I love your shyness and how you try so desperately to hide your smile when you are actually happy. I love your sarcasm and dry sense of humor and how fearless you are when it comes to something you wish to defend. I love that though you often portray a gruff exterior, inside you are so impossibly tender and gentle that I always feel the desire to hug you. I love how beautiful and unique you are to your brother despite being his twin. I love your eyes, your smile, your warmth. More than anything? I love how incredibly strong you are. To have lived through and survived what you have and still fight to find happiness is inspiring. You are truly amazing Saeran Choi. That is why I love you.” A lone tear streaks down his cheek as his eyes waver after hearing my confession.

“My brother’s an idiot.” he sniffles forcing a smile.

“Why?”

“If you were mine I would never let another soul look at you let alone touch you. You’re far too good for this world.” I lace my fingers in his and gently squeeze his hand.

“First of all, I am yours already silly. I already told you, I love you. Secondly, your brother loves you most of all. So much that he puts your happiness above his own. There’s no denying what you two have been through is nothing short of tragic. You’ve lost so much that he wants so desperately to share all of his life with you now. That also includes me.”

“This is....so much to take in. I-I don’t know how I am supposed to feel to be honest. I’m afraid to feel anything.”

“I know and I don’t blame you. I want you to be happy more than anything else Saeran. Whether or not that includes a romantic relationship with me is solely up to you.”

“So.....what, I’d be sharing you with my brother?”

“In a manner of speaking, yes. However I think you’ll find the love between the three of us will flow so naturally there won’t be a second thought.”

“I have no idea what to do. Everything like this is foreign to me so, I don’t know the first thing about how to love someone.” I smile warmly and press my hand against his chest.

"It starts here." His eyes are clear as he stares at me a few moments thinking about something profound. Slowly and carefully, he takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips but pauses.

"I-Is this..okay?" I try my hardest to project all the love I have for him in the smile I answer him with. His warm lips lightly press against my skin a brief moment before he seemingly awaits my reaction.

"It's alright Saeran. You have my full permission to do whatever you like. If you want to look, go ahead. If you want to touch, it's more than welcome. If you want to taste, I eagerly await you. Or if you simply want to just talk, we can do that too."

tbc

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xathia-89 · 6 years ago

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Hiding from the Hacker

For @colivara

SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT

She thought that she had been smart enough, making aliases and ensuring that it was never mentioned to him. But then he had gotten bored whilst he was meant to be working at one point and had decided to go trawling through the internet. She had a habit of watching the same things and then adding her own twist in the fanfiction. He had no clue that she had been doing this, but she was an excellent writer in her own right for sure.

He knew that there was always hot topic debate about if fanfiction was really something to count as writing, but if he would showcase her as a prime example then there would never be any arguments otherwise. He did need to let her know though, and judging from the way her writing had been going, then he had an idea as to what she was wanting to try out.

Seven hadn't meant to end up obsessively tracking her. He had been looking up what she had been trying out recently in the bedroom, to see where her inspiration was coming from so he could surprise her as well. Then he had found the pattern from a series of one-shots over an otome game that she would be playing on a daily basis, and he was impressed at the following she had accumulated. Though he had already targeted those who had dared to try and say she wasn't good enough, they had suddenly acquired a virus which left them unable to criticise anywhere they went. Vanderwood had been fuming when it came to light he had spent time on making a virus rather than doing his work, but the job was done regardless.

He was hurt a little. She hadn't told him that she was doing the smut writing, and would use him as the guinea pig. He could see everything they'd tried reflected in her work, she was a stickler for detail and reality that was certain. He had only found out it was her when he'd read so many of them that he had to know who it was. When it kept coming back to their apartment on the tracker's, he was initially confused. Until he opened her laptop to do a check for viruses like she asked, and she had left a browser tab open. She was the author he had been chasing down, and it made sense as to how she'd managed to describe everything with such accuracy. He did now know how it felt to her when he was pinning her to the bed and fucking her with the relentlessness he adopted when he was frustrated. And any doubts about her not enjoying it vanished. Apparently, his girlfriend had a kink for things being rough.

“Saeyoung?” She called out, home from picking up some groceries and surprised to see that Vanderwood wasn't pacing about their living room and yelling at her partner about work.

Her laptop was open on the kitchen side, showing her blog that she was writing the fanfiction on, and a sticky note simply saying 'I think we need to talk'.

Her stomach sank like a stone, and the groceries were abandoned on the side as she immediately bolted for their bedroom. The office door was open, and there wasn't the sound of keys tapping away in the background.

Panic was my initial reaction. I had never told Saeyoung what I spent all my time doing on the laptop whilst he was busy with work. Especially since it had given me many ideas about how to spice things up in the bedroom between us. He had never once complained or even asked where these things had come from as I burst into the bedroom, fully expecting to just see him napping in a rare moment of peace he got from work.

The door shut straight behind me, and before I could turn around, a pair of lips were on my neck as the sound and the feel of handcuffs locked around my wrists.

“Mm, I found your blog,” I had never heard such a dark and dominating tone to Saeyoung's voice. “So naughty, thinking you could hide from me everything you were thinking of,” he was practically purring as a blindfold was tied around my head, nibbling and sucking on my earlobe before pushing me forward onto our bed. “If you wanted to be treated like a fuck toy then all you had to do was ask,” he chuckled as I was already starting to soak my panties through. I began to tug and test the handcuffs, trying to work out if they were weak enough to be broken before I felt my legs being parted by my lover's hands. “You really should have told me you naughty girl,” he sighed dramatically, purposely abusing the fact that I couldn't see and my hands were behind my back. His fingers were trailing up the inside of my skirt and thighs, using every opportunity to pinch at my skin before he reached my panties, and then sighed in an over dramatised manner. “I don't even know why you bother wearing panties really,” he criticised before sharply pulling them down.

He yanked my knees up so I was balanced on the edge of the bed, my back sloped forward and my cheek pressed into the mattress. His hand was a little more forceful than necessary, but it was proving to me who was in charge as I was positioned for his ease of access.

Two fingers dove in with an expertise and confidence I'd not experienced from my other half. I squealed and instantly tightened around him, which made him pause before swiftly removing them and then noisily started to clean his fingers.

Then I felt the weight of his body lift away from me, leaving my pussy open to anyone who could come past. My skirt was scrunched up around my hips, a gentle breeze telling me that he had walked past but I couldn't feel him physically at any point. The room was now silent and it was making me desperate.

“I'm sorry,” I moaned, begging for some contact as I began to fidget on the bed. “Please Saeyoung, I need you,” I whimpered, trying to figure out where he was. I was not in a comfortable position, and I was trying to use my shoulders to 'walk' me forward on the bed.

I gasped as an egg was slid straight into my cunt. My partner's fingers were defiant in their task, knowing exactly where to put the toy before removing them sharply.

The egg was violently vibrating, my pussy tightening on the toy as I moaned loudly. I was desperate for my clit to get the stimulation it needed now, there was a burning desire as I kept tugging hard on the handcuffs.

Then the tempo of the toy changed. It was going between violent and then very soft, keeping me deep in the grasp of Saeyoung's control and unable to cum like I was now getting desperate to. I couldn't even hear him move, he had likely taken all chances of me figuring him out and was avoiding the squeaking floorboards on purpose. My breathing was hitching constantly, and I was drooling as I kept getting closer to my desired release before the toy would be turned down.

“I see the appeal of this scene now,” Seven had never sounded so serious. “I must admit, seeing you so wanton is something I never thought I'd enjoy.”

“Please, I need to cum, I'm sorry I didn't tell you Saeyoung,” I was begging, and still constantly pulling on the handcuffs.

“I'm not sure I believe you right now,” I could feel the ghostly presence of his hand about to cup my sex. “You are gushing though, and I can tell how close you are from those little whimpering noises that keep slipping out when you think you're being quiet,” it amused him, a chuckle slipped out.

Then relief was coming my way.

The egg was turned onto its full power, and his thumb was pushing onto my clit. My hips moved of their own accord, grinding my clit hard into his hand before my orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks falling off a skyscraper. I screamed, uncaring that anyone could possibly hear me, my cunt spasming around the egg as it tried to milk it for the non-existent cum. My mind in sheer bliss that enveloped my whole body.

I was panting, and my hands had been released from the handcuffs, resting either side of my head, though the blindfold was still on.

“That sounded like a good start,” Saeyoung chuckled, before pushing my body further up the bed. “But now it's my turn,” he growled, nipping at the back of my shoulder. “Hands forward, you're only allowed them back to balance yourself, but keep your head against the bed, I like you in this position,” I could hear him smirking.

And then he simply plunged his entire length into my waiting cunt. The egg was still vibrating on high, and fucking me at the same time. I was heading for my second orgasm quickly.

“Please, can I play with my clit?” I whimpered, tilting my head back a little before it was pushed and forced to stay back against the mattress.

“Only because I want you cumming like the slut you are around my cock,” I was in too much pleasure to be ashamed of anything right now, my hand working its way down my body. “Ah, fuck,” Saeyoung wasn't going to last long.

His hips were jerky and unstable in their hard thrusts and then my second orgasm tore through me.

I was milking him and the egg, my cunt greedily gobbling and sucking everything my lover had to give as he used me like the hole I was.

I whited out momentarily. I blinked slowly and found that I could see again. The bedroom was in low light, and I was in Saeyoung's arms, resting against his chest as he stroked my head. I snuggled into him, purring softly in content.

“I should have guessed that you weren't into the straight forward things,” my lover murmured, brushing a kiss against my forehead.

“I'm sorry I kept it quiet, I think we both enjoyed that,” I apologised, kissing his cheek.

“Oh, this is just a rest break, I'm not done with your punishment,” Saeyoung smiled, his glimmering eyes promising me a thorough tryst.

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