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Homecoming — k.hongjoong

After being banished to hell, Hongjoong manages to find a weak point and escapes back to the mortal realm. He only has a short time before the hounds of Hell are sent after him to bring him back and he makes the most of his time by tracking down his former servant only to find Seonghwa’s vampire curse has been broken and that he’s now happily married to the woman who destroyed everything Hongjoong built up. incubus!Hongjoong × fem!Reader

» back || m.list || taglist « ❑ WORDCOUNT — 14.2k ❑ WARNINGS — adult language, female reader, reincarnated reader, mentions of: marriage, food & alcohol consumption, death, pregnancy, wanting to start a family, infidelity (its complicated, mc thinks she's dreaming); sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! ❑ CONTENT — angst, smut; supernatural, fantasy, demons & angels, biblical, established relationship (Seonghwa & MC), married life; non idol au, demon au ❑ NOTES — THIS FIC CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE LIBRARY OF ILLUSIONS SEQUEL. IF YOU PLAN ON READING THAT SERIES AND DON’T WANT TO BE SPOILED, SAVE THIS FIC FOR LAST. DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT SPOILERS!!! THIS IS THE ONLY WARNING I WILL GIVE. This takes place after the sequel to the Library of Illusion and as such, you can’t read directly what happens before this as it’s not written yet. If you’d like to read those, you can find the masterlist for the Library of Illusion here. There’s some heavy stuff in this so read with caution. Thank you for anyone reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

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❑ SMUT WARNINGS: there’s a lot of dirty talk without smut so watch out for that, implied oral (f receiving), implied unprotected sex (don’t), voyeurism (Hongjoong), hot tub makeout, implied hot tub sex, vaginal penetration, nipple play (f receiving), oral (f receiving, m receiving), facefucking, deepthroating, piv sex, praise, dirty talk, degrading names (f receiving: slut, whore), mild impact play (spanking), forced cuckold (Seonghwa), somnophilia, slight dacryphilia (Joong likes it when Hwa cries), a lot of dirty talk on Joong’s part, breeding kink, cum inside, forced oral (MC is in a trance and Hongjoong forces her to give Hwa oral while he’s tied up), bondage/rope play (Seonghwa is basically bound and gagged through the whole thing up until the end), mild m × m (Hongjoong touches Seonghwa a couple times). If you don’t like this, don’t read. It’s fantasy and supposed to be a kind of gray area. Sorry, not sorry. I think I got all the warnings but if I missed any, please let me know!

One thing Hongjoong had never been prepared for was being turned into a demon. It hadn’t been his choice, he’d been betrayed by his neighbors. His only consolation were the centuries he spent luring people to his prison, deep in the forests of the Carpathian Mountains, and collecting their souls. It had all been going well.

Until you came along.

Upon seeing you for the first time, Hongjoong didn’t know you were the reincarnation of his servant’s dead fiancée. He didn’t really care. At least, that was until you started to cause problems. He watched as you slowly uncovered the truth, learning about your past life and about the Library of Illusion, the place Hongjoong called home.

The vampire opened your eyes and when you had regained your memories from your previous life, Hongjoong watched your reunion with a mixture of fascination and irritation. It didn’t matter really, not when you were going to venture further and then he would collect your soul, just as he had done for hundreds of years already.

Only, his sight was obscured soon after you returned to Seonghwa. It was only moments later when he realized you had entered the Restricted Section, so he pushed the occurrence to the back of his mind. In the end, it wasn’t going to matter.

Oh how foolish he had been.

He gave you the same head start he’d given the others. Chased you through the maze and you managed to escape into the halls. He would give you your time, allow you to explore before he would finally descend. He managed to find and intercept you in the hallway, cut off your exit route and was surprised when you gave in so easily.

He didn’t realize you had a plan.

He still remembered the sharp sting of pain from the dagger as it pierced his chest. He remembered the incantation you hissed as you twisted the knife, white hot pain searing throughout his body, the heat spreading from the wound almost as if he’d been poisoned.

And he had. You’d coated the knife in something before driving it into him. You were quick after that, taking off further into the halls. Hongjoong dragged himself up, ignoring the pain and blood that poured out of him as he followed you, stumbling into the walls as he tried to keep up.

The poison you’d infected him with caused him to transform, the visage of his human form melting away to reveal the demon he’d become until almost none of his humanity remained and instead a lumbering, grotesque monster stood in his place.

He finally tracked you down, rounding the corner to find you weren’t alone. The vampire was with you. He had turned on him. He, the vampire, had turned on him, Hongjoong, all because of a woman. Hongjoong underestimated the strength of the love between the two which allowed the vampire to free himself from Hongjoong’s control.

Hongjoong could never have expected that the vampire would go snooping while his attention was occupied with chasing you. The vampire surprised him by reciting the same banishing incantation the priest had used on him all those years ago, pinning Hongjoong in place. Hongjoong never expected the vampire to pull the knife out and shove it back in deeper as he called Hongjoong by his demon name.

The vampire used the combination of the poison, the wound, the incantation, and the name to finish what the priests could not and banished Hongjoong back to hell, something the demon never saw coming. His fall back into hell was much like the first; blackness, fire and brimstone, and burning, but instead of the white light saving him, he broke through rock and fell into the depths of Hell.

He passed through one of the rings, landing hard onto the smooth stone floor of the second. Pain spread throughout his body, the air leaving his lungs and leaving him winded.

He opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of the Panopticon of the Second Ring of Hell. A light blinded him as two figures approached. Hongjoong got to his feet, shielding his eyes from the bright light glaring down on him.

He squinted, looking at the two figures as they stopped at the edge of the light. “Who is that?” he called, his voice echoing around the room. He waited for them to answer, to move, but the figures did neither. Instead they stood at the edge of the light, hidden in the darkness, watching him. He could feel their eyes upon him. It made him extremely uncomfortable.

After a few more minutes of silence, The light finally lessened, instead of a bright intense light, it was a much dimmer golden glow. Hongjoong blinked, his eyes adjusting as he lowered his hand. The figures had multiplied, now standing in a circle around him still in the shadow. The same two figures from the beginning started to advance, stepping into the golden glow and Hongjoong’s eyes widened.

The figures, a man and a woman, walked forward. Dressed in black hooded cloaks, they continued forward, walking the long distance towards him. Hongjoong stood still, watching them as they advanced and took this opportunity to give them both a good once over.

The man was tall with black hair and cat-like, piercing eyes. The woman was shorter than her companion. She had doe-like eyes, silvery blonde hair, and a very youthful look. The pair stopped just before him and in unison, removed their hoods.

Hongjoong stared back and forth between the two as silence fell over the trio.

Finally, it was the woman who spoke first in a soft voice. “Welcome back, Dannarok,” she said with a warm smile. Upon hearing the name, Hongjoong recoiled slightly. The smile on the woman’s face never faltered. The man raised a brow. “Does the sound of your own name repulse you?” he asked, his voice a deeper pitch than Hongjoong’s but not so deep.

Hongjoong opened his mouth to respond but was cut off.

“It has been such a long time since he has heard,” the woman answered for him. Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed. She was reading his mind. “Such a shame,” the man said, turning his attention back to Hongjoong. “And we gave you that name, too.”

“Why am I here?” Hongjoong asked suddenly, cutting the man off. “You’ve been banished back here,” the woman answered, her golden eyes studying him closely. “You can’t just send me back?” Hongjoong asked. “Back?” the man repeated in a questioning tone. “Back where?”

Hongjoong gestured up. “Top side,” he answered. The man and woman exchanged looks before bursting into laughter. “Send you back topside? To do what, exactly?” the man asked as he looked back at Hongjoong who stared between the man and woman, anger bubbling under his skin. Why the hell were they laughing at him? It was a reasonable request, wasn’t it?

“You had your chance up there,” the man finally said. “You were up there for hundreds of years,” the woman interjected. “Spent hundreds of years doing nothing, I might add,” the man continued. “No souls collected, no women impregnated, no murder, no maiming,” he continued. “Well,” the woman said quickly. “There were those priests,” she reminded him.

“Right, and that expedition party,” he nodded before looking back at Hongjoong. “Not nearly enough death for hundreds of years spent up there.” Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed. “Excuse me?” he asked, his voice dangerously low. “I killed far more than that. I had thousands upon thousands of victims,” he said incredulously. “Right,” the man said, nodding. “The thousands upon thousands of souls that escaped when you were banished by a vampire and his reincarnated fiancée?”

Hongjoong’s blood began to boil. How dare they speak to him with such contempt. Such… disregard.

“The sheer volume of souls you collected was admirable,” the woman began but the man interrupted her yet again and for a split second, Hongjoong could see the annoyance on her face. “But your failure to bring them here,” the man said, his voice full of derision. “Did you forget the part where I was confined to that shell of a building in the forest in the middle of the fucking mountains?” Hongjoong snapped.

As quickly as the words left his mouth, the man moved, wrapping his fingers around Hongjoong’s throat and lifting him off the ground with ease. Hongjoong struggled against the man’s grip, clawing at his hand, the toes of his shoes scraping against the concrete floor.

“Watch your tone,” the man snarled, the voice of a thousand souls emanating from him as his red irises glowed. The woman stepped forward, placing her hand on his arm gently. “Sam,” she whispered, looking up at him with her golden, doe-like eyes. The man quickly dropped Hongjoong and stepped back, taking a deep breath and grounding himself.

“My apology, Lils,” he said softly, clearing his throat. “Won’t happen again.” The woman smiled at him, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before turning to Hongjoong who was massaging his neck, glaring at the man, Sam. “My apologies, Dannarok,” the woman, Lils, said. She offered a kind hand to help him, which Hongjoong took, allowing her to pull him to his feet with surprising strength.

“The point we are trying to make is that you spent a long time topside,” Lils said softly, keeping a hold of Hongjoong’s hand, holding it up and placing her other hand over the back of his hand. “But there isn’t much to show for it. You’re here but there’s nothing else. All those souls have been released and sent to the afterlife. Some have ended up in the different levels but many of them went… up,” she said, trailing off slightly before raising her gaze towards the ceiling.

“What if I went back and collected more souls?” Hongjoong asked softly. Lils’ eyes met his again and she smiled kindly. “Unfortunately, without anything to show for your first time up there, and with nothing binding you to the Earth, you cannot return. You would have to collect the souls again. The amount you had before but that would require hundreds of years and you don’t have that kind of trust from us.”

Hongjoong felt his stomach slowly start to churn. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m afraid you will have to stay here.” Hongjoong’s stomach sank. “Stay here?” Lils nodded. “But you get a choice,” she explained. “You can either spend eternity in here,” she said, gesturing to the round room.

Hongjoong looked up as more light filled the room, illuminating the various cells set into the stone walls. Cells upon cells lined the walls, extending up and up, thin walkways with iron railings providing access to the upper cells. Each cell had iron bars and all of the cells on the ground level were occupied. Darkness lay within the cells so Hongjoong could not see the contents.

He turned his eyes back to Lils. “Or you can spend eternity outside the Panopticon where the high speed winds will whip you around, stinging your face, and chilling you to the bone. Out there, you will spend eternity in discomfort,” she continued. “In here, you will be comfortable for a time but then you will slowly go mad. It’s your choice.”

Hongjoong stared back at her as she waited for him to choose as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He glanced around at the cells once more before imagining what it was like outside the Panopticon. The winds sounded almost worse but the thought of slowly losing his mind kept him from picking the former. He was stuck at a crossroads.

He glanced around once more, hoping to find a way out, though he couldn’t see one.

Hongjoong resigned himself to his fate. “Put me in a cell,” he said. Lils gave him an apologetic smile and nodded to a figure Hongjoong hadn’t noticed joined them. He was then led to a set of concrete stairs that looked altogether unstable and ready to collapse at any moment. After climbing up several staircases he was led to a cell, the door opened as they approached, and he reluctantly stepped inside, promising himself he would one day get out.

The first day went by with no indication that a new day had started. Hongjoong lay on the small rickety cot against the wall, staring at the ceiling of his cell as those around him screamed, pounded on the walls, and rattled the bars of their doors. He shut his eyes, trying to drown out the sounds. He imagined he was anywhere else. A vision came to his mind.

Opening his eyes, he found himself in a forest. His forest. He looked around at the trees, sunlight filtering through the leaves of the canopy and dancing on the ground as birds and other cheerful forest sounds surrounded him. He turned his head, his gaze finding a sight he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years.

His cabin. It was just as he remembered leaving it all those centuries ago when Yeosang came to get him with a mob of villagers. The night he’d told you to take his box and hide it. The last night he’d been freed before his death. He walked towards the cabin, finding it void of life.

The front door stood ajar. He approached it slowly, reaching out to push the wooden door open. The inside of the cabin was different than he remembered. It was all stone instead of wood. He looked around at the dark stone walls and floor, his eyes picking up a trail of blood. He stopped, following the trail with his eyes until he reached the source.

His stomach churned, eyes widening in horror as he took in the sight of two bodies lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the round room. Lifeless eyes stared back at him from vacant expressions of both Stella and Yeosang and he let out a scream.

Back in the cell, Hongjoong’s eyes snapped open and he was met with the rough stone ceiling of his cell. ‘You’re still there,’ he thought to himself. Over the centuries, Hongjoong hadn’t been able to rid himself of his host’s thoughts. The body he inhabited, the name he went by, the identity he’d stolen. He was not actually Hongjoong. He was Dannarok. Hongjoong was the name of the body he inhabited. The witch who had been sacrificed as a body for him to inhabit.

Hongjoong sat up quickly. He hadn’t come back empty handed after all. He’d brought back a soul. Hongjoong’s soul. He glanced towards the door and contemplated his options. One soul wasn’t enough to free him but surely, it was enough to give him at least a day out? It was worth the risk.

Swinging his legs over the side of his bed, he got up and walked over to the door, peering out into the Panopticon. He looked around, seeing no one. He cleared his throat and called out. “Anyone there?” he asked. There was no response. He tried again, deciding to call out to the woman. She seemed much more open to negotiations than the man.

“Lils?” Hongjoong tried again, a little louder. The manic chanting and screams from the other cells didn’t do much to cover his voice and yet, there was still no response. “Lils!” he tried again, a little louder. “I have a proposition for you!” That seemed to do the trick. A pair of tall, cloaked guards appeared, face obscured by black cloth as they flanked the much smaller Lils who had removed her cloak and underneath wore a simple pastel purple dress.

“A proposition?” she inquired, tilting her head. Her hair fell in loose curls down past her shoulders, two small black bows clipped into her hair. “What sort of proposition?” Hongjoong leaned against the bars, his hands curling around the cool iron. “I didn’t come back empty-handed,” Hongjoong started. “I brought a soul with me.” Lils stared at him before smiling.

“I figured you would like to keep that one,” she explained. “Someone to keep you company.” Hongjoong shook his head. “To be honest, I’d like to be rid of him. He would drive me insane faster than being locked in here.” Lils’ smile fell slightly. “Is that so?” she asked. Hongjoong wasn’t sure what she meant but he nodded. “So how about I hand him over and you give me a day topside? One day. 24 hours.”

Lils looked at him, studying him carefully. “Twenty four hours? You think you deserve such a long time topside for one human soul?” Lils asked, tilting her head. Hongjoong felt his stomach sink. “Is that not how it works?” he asked. Lils sighed. “You have to see this from my perspective,” she said softly. “You’re considered a flight risk. I could give you twenty four hours and you could disappear for years. I can’t risk that. But if you really want to get rid of the soul, I can take it from you.”

Hongjoong took a step back. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “Not unless I get something in return. Until you can offer me what I want, I’ll keep the soul.” Lils kept her eyes on him as he sank back into the cell and sat back down on the bed. She turned away, the cloaked figures flanking her as she walked away, leaving Hongjoong with a few parting words.

“Call me if you change your mind.”

Hongjoong’s days were filled with the same routine. Sleep, wake up, stare at the ceiling while the winds outside the panopticon raged on, shaking the building fiercely, despite its strong construction. It made him infinitely grateful he chose to spend eternity inside rather than outside. The days blurred together as there was no rise or fall of a sun or moon. No clocks, no calendars, nothing to help show the passage of time. It soon became irrelevant. Three days, three weeks, three years? None of it mattered.

Soon, Hongjoong couldn’t sleep as his dreams were being commandeered by the faint soul inside that tried desperately to regain control. He hadn’t been this weak since he first took over the body of the witch. He was growing weaker and weaker and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep control. As he lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, he heard a voice, whispering into his ear.

‘Get up.’

Hongjoong sat up quickly, looking around. He saw nothing as he surveyed his surroundings. The cell was empty, save for him. The chamberpot and sink sat undisturbed, there was no window and the only light came through the bars of his door from the dim glow outside. When he was certain he was alone, he started to lay back down but was greeted with the same whisper.

‘I said get up!’

Hongjoong got up, getting off the bed and backed against the wall opposite it, staring at his bed. Was this it? Was he finally starting to lose it? Would he soon be joining his neighbors and fellow inmates in their manic screams and pounding on the walls of his cell, smearing his shit on the walls and shaking the bars of his door?

‘You’re not going crazy,’ the voice said. ‘It’s me. It’s Hongjoong.’

Hongjoong relaxed as the voice spoke to him. He realized it wasn’t a whisper, at least not from an external force. It was coming from inside his mind. “Wh-what do you want?” he asked the witch. ‘I want out of here. I didn’t ask for any of this,’ the voice in his mind said. ‘I’ve sat by and watched you ruin my life, use my body for heinous acts and couldn’t do anything. For hundreds of years, I’ve been a prisoner in my own body but not anymore.’

Hongjoong stood still as he listened. “What do you want me to do?” he asked. “It’s not like I can really go anywhere. We’re stuck here.” He glanced around the room. There was truly no way out that he could see. ‘You’re thinking too physically,’ the voice in his mind said, a hint of amusement. ‘There’s no physical exit, that’s true. But has there ever been a physical entrance and exit to Hell?’

Hongjoong was starting to catch on, a smile spreading across his face. “So,” he started, walking back over to the bed and sitting down on the edge.

“What do you need me to do?”

Rain fell, thundering rumbling as you glanced out the rain streaked windows. “I didn’t know it was supposed to storm,” you said softly as Seonghwa came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Perhaps we should have stayed in bed,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “We can’t sleep in bed all day,” you countered as you watched the rain fall, hitting the standing water on the empty circle drive.

“Who said anything about sleeping?” Seonghwa mumbled into your ear, his breath tickling you as his hands moved down to your hips. “I wasn’t talking about sleeping.” You turned in his hold, your hands smoothing up his chest over the soft linen shirt he wore. “You never want to sleep,” you reminded him. “I’m starting to get sore.”

Seonghwa let out a chuckle as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Can you blame me?” he asked against your lips. “I spent hundreds of years trapped in that forest. Hundreds of years alone,” he continued, pressing kiss after kiss to your lips in between words. “Centuries without you,” he added. He pulled back to look at you, reaching up to cup your cheek, thumb grazing the apple of your cheek.

“And the universe deemed me worthy of a second chance with the only person I have ever loved?” he asked, eyes scanning your face as he took in every detail. “I’m going to take advantage of that every minute I can.” You leaned into his touch, sighing contentedly as your eyes fluttered shut. “If I could spend the rest of eternity making love to you, I would,” he added softly, making your cheeks flush.

“Kissing and tasting every inch of your body,” he continued, lips ghosting over yours as he leaned in close. “Taking my time, making you feel every inch of me as I drag you deeper into the throes of passion,” he continued, nose gently bumping against yours. “Whispering words of praise and affirmations of my love and devotion to you,” he added. “I’ll settle for spending every day of the rest of our lives doing just that.”

You giggled as he pulled you into another kiss, the sound muffled by his mouth. Your lips parted, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth, meeting yours in a slow, languide dance. Seonghwa pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I love you so much, blossom,” he whispered. “Now and forever.”

You were about to respond when a loud beeping sounded, ringing out from the kitchen. You pulled back to look at him. “That’s lunch,” you said smiling up at him, reluctantly pulling from his grasp but not before stealing another kiss.

Seonghwa followed you to the kitchen as you grabbed an oven mitt and opened the oven, grabbing the dish inside and pulling it out and setting it on top of the range, closing the oven door and turning it off. Seonghwa leaned against the kitchen island, watching you work. “You know,” he started.

“We could have had the staff do this,” he reminded you as you started to cut up the contents of the baking dish, a lasagna. You turned to look at him, eyes narrowed. “Do you not trust my cooking?” you asked, the tone of your voice playful. Seonghwa let out a laugh and stood up straight, crossing the small space between you as he wrapped his arms around you again.

“It’s not that, my love,” he said as he hugged you tightly. “I just would have rather let the staff do this and I could have gotten more time in bed with you.” Shaking your head, you laughed as you finished dividing the lasagna up. “Is the table set?” you asked, turning your head to look at him. “Yes, dear,” he said, stealing a kiss. “Go sit down,” you instructed.

“You’re not serving me,” he protested but you pouted at him. “Please let me play your dutiful and doting wife for one day,” you pleaded, making him laugh as he finally let go of you. “Fine,” he said as he started towards the archway that led into the dining room. “But only because you asked me oh so nicely,” he added, pointing at you before disappearing. You grabbed the dish with the pot holders and carried it from the kitchen into the dining room.

When you moved into Seonghwa’s ancestral mansion, you’d never been accustomed to such luxury. His family owned a gorgeous mansion deep in the mountainous countryside of Korea. It was a grand home with 3 floors and a sprawling basement. It boasted a total of eleven bedrooms, fifteen bathrooms, a movie theater, six car garage, an extensive private library, multiple parlors, drawing rooms, and even a ballroom.

The grounds were extensive, with multiple private gardens, a lake that was kept well stocked, forests for hunting, a guest house with five bedrooms, horse stables, outdoor tennis court and basketball court. You weren’t ashamed to admit you’d gotten lost on a number of occasions. When you moved in, Seonghwa had offered for you to have your own room separate from his and while you did in the beginning, it was lonely sleeping in such a large bed all by yourself and you gravitated to his suite which you eventually moved into.

It wasn’t long afterwards that you got married. Seonghwa had proposed almost the moment you stepped foot into the house when he sent for you a few years ago while you were visiting the country. You accepted of course, not wanting to be parted from him for another second. After a year-long engagement, your wedding was held at the house, Seonghwa invited his surviving family. It was a small, intimate affair and afterwards, you went on a month-long honeymoon, traveling and visiting various places.

Seonghwa wasted no time in taking you to bed after you were married. He had a voracious sexual appetite and proved to be a very skilled and adept lover. Your bedroom activities had yet to bear any fruit but you both weren’t in any rush to have children. You wanted it to happen naturally, if it happened at all.

You set the lasagna down on the table as Seonghwa watched you from his seat. “Salad?” you asked, picking up the bowl. He said nothing, merely nodding as he watched you with a smile. You filled his plate with salad before serving yourself. You then set the bowl down and grabbed his plate to place a slice of lasagna on it and set it back down to serve your own food.

“Alright,” Seonghwa said as you set the serving spoon down. “Food’s been served, now sit down please.” You rolled your eyes but obliged, sitting in the chair adjacent to his at the head of the table. “At least I’m sitting here,” you said as you picked up your fork. “And not down there.” Seonghwa followed your gaze to the opposite end of the table and immediately took your free hand. “I would absolutely despise it if you sat that far away from me,” he said softly, gently massaging your hand.

You nodded towards his plate. “Eat,” you urged. “Before it gets cold.” Seonghwa’s eyes never left your face. “And what if I want to eat something else?” You looked up to meet his dark gaze. “Eat your lunch and you can have your dessert early,” you offered. He perked up. “My dessert?” he inquired. “What’s for dessert?” You met his gaze, fighting the urge to smile. “Me.”

Seonghwa didn’t complain or speak again until his plate was clear. You’d never seen some wolf down their food so fast. Once lunch had been eaten and the leftovers put away, you started to clean up, much to Seonghwa’s annoyance. Still, as a dutiful husband, he helped you wash the dishes, wiping and putting them away as you handed them to him.

Once you were done, and the sink was rinsed down, Seonghwa pounced, hands guiding you until your back met the cool marble of the counters. He lifted you onto the edge, lips kissing down the side of your neck as he laid you back. His lips continued down, kissing over the material of your sundress until he lifted the skirt and pulled your panties from you.

“Hwa,” you whined as he kissed down the inside of your thigh closer and closer to your aching heat. “You couldn’t have waited until we got back to the bedroom?” you asked, back arching as his breath fanned over your sex. “You said I could have my dessert if I finished my lunch,” he whispered, licking his lips as he drew level with your core.

“And I never eat in bed.”

Hongjoong wasn’t sure how he got out of his cell but the feeling of the cold rain hitting his skin was a shock, his eyes snapping open to find himself staring up at the gray skies. He sat up, looking around. He was lying in the middle of a paved road, pine forests surrounding him. He got to his feet, scrambling up as he looked around and ran to the side of the road and stumbling into the trees to regain his composure and get a sense of his surroundings.

He leaned against a tree, his wet hair sticking to his forehead. He reached up, running his fingers through the soaked strands and pushing them back from his face. He was in the mortal world once more. He’d managed to find a weak point and was now topside. It was only a matter of time before the powers that be discovered his escape and would come for him.

‘You tricked me,’ a voice hissed. Hongjoong looked down at his hands and smiled to himself. He was back in control of the witch’s body. ‘You said you’d free me!’ Hongjoong sighed, shaking his head. “And I will,” he responded. “This body is mine,” he said. “Once I’ve had my revenge, I’ll let you go.”

‘Revenge? What revenge?’

Hongjoong stood up and stepped back onto the road, looking to his left and then his right. Both directions, the road stretched and curved out of sight. He turned back to the left and started walking, a destination in his mind. He’d picked this place because he knew what he’d find close by.

He continued to walk, enjoying the feeling of the rain on his skin, the clothes he wore now soaked and clinging to his skin. He hadn’t seen a single soul, not a car or any other sign of life. He followed the winding road until he reached a large iron gate. A ten foot tall stone wall separated him from his destination but that wouldn’t deter him.

There was a placard in the iron bars of the gate, an emblem of sorts. The letters P and E engraved into the iron. Hongjoong walked up to the gate and grabbed the bars. He tried to push and pull but the gate didn’t budge. Sighing, he glanced up at the top of the stone wall. He’d have to find some other way in.

Stepping off the road, he followed the stone wall through the woods, sliding down a hill from the road and continued to walk, hoping to find either a break in the wall or a shorter section. As he walked, leaves and twigs snapping and crunching underfoot, he contemplated what he was about to do. He was full of rage and contempt for the inhabitants of this estate. Why should they get their happy ending while he was doomed to spend eternity in a cell?

Luck was on his side when he found a section of the wall where the stone bulged out a little more creating small places where he could grab and climb. Hongjoong easily scaled the wall, climbing over the top and dropping back down on the other side. He walked forward, following a pull he couldn’t explain. His walk didn’t take long as a large sprawling mansion appeared through the trees.

He stopped at the edge of the forest, looking up at the imposing manor and scoffed. “Of course he comes from money,” he murmured to himself. Keeping to the shadow of the forest, Hongjoong made his way to the house, keeping his eyes and ears open. He reached the side of the house and carefully walked around towards the back, glancing up to find a balcony. “Bingo.”

He carefully started to climb a tree next to the house, peering through the windows into empty rooms until he reached the top floor and peered into the room. It was a massive bedroom. A large four poster bed stood against the wall opposite the window, burgundy bed linens decorate the bed along with the curtains for the four posters. Hongjoong leaned in closer, squinting as he tried to see past the rain streaked glass panes.

There was movement in the bed, the sheets moving. He glanced over to the balcony and made a decision. He carefully stood up on the branch and stepped lightly until he was close enough to jump to the balcony, landing on the stone railing. He quietly jumped down and crouched, making his way over to the french doors. He ducked under a window beside the doors and carefully peered over the window sill.

From this position, he could see a little better. He felt heat rise in him as he recognized the vampire. The one he’d made his servant for centuries. ‘Seonghwa,’ the witch’s voice said. ‘His name is Seonghwa and you ruined his life.’ Hongjoong ignored the voice as he watched the scene inside the room. It was very clear what he was seeing. The vampire, Seonghwa, in the midst of intimacy with…

Hongjoong’s blood boiled as he recognized your face. The woman who had destroyed everything he built. The reason he was banished to begin with, all his hard work decimated. Hongjoong watched as you sat up, taking control and pushing Seonghwa onto his back. He watched the way your hips moved and he could vaguely remember how it felt when you were on top of him, hand on his neck as you rode him before you stabbed him.

Hongjoong watched as your movements sped up, hips moving faster, Seonghwa’s hands moving to your hips as he moved with you. Hongjoong’s rage only grew as pleasure overtook the both of you and you no doubt came together. He watched as you leaned down, kissing your lover before he finally tore his gaze away from the scene.

His luck couldn’t have gotten better. Here you both were. He could enact his revenge all at once.

He peered into the room once more, finding you both had started to move. He would have to hide until night before he could put his plan into motion. He stayed crouched as he moved towards the edge of the balcony and climbed over, dropping to the ground and making his way into the forest to lie in wait.

You watched as Seonghwa dressed in silence from the safety of the bathtub. He turned to find you watching him. “What?” he asked softly. You shook your head, instead letting your eyes rake over his form. “I was hoping you’d join me,” you said as you sank further into the bubbles. Seonghwa smiled as he adjusted his collar and walked over, taking a seat on the step of the tub.

“As much as I’d love that,” he murmured. “I do need to attend to some business.” He leaned over to meet you in a kiss. “Just a couple online meetings,” he said reassuringly. “And then I am yours for the rest of the day and night. Maybe we’ll take a dip in the hot tub,” he suggested, pressing another kiss to your lips. “Or just come back to the room and I’ll focus on putting a baby inside you.”

You felt your stomach flutter at his words. You’d been married for two years now and you had both talked extensively about wanting to start a family. You’d both just been enjoying married life and waiting for nature to take its course but apparently Seonghwa was growing impatient. “Put a baby in me?” you asked softly, leaning back against the backrest. Seonghwa nodded, eyes following you.

“I won’t stop until I know you’re carrying my baby,” he answered. “If I have to fuck you for a week straight, I will,” he added. You were about to respond when he reached down, grabbing you gently by the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. “Hold that thought,” he whispered against your lips. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” He pressed another soft kiss to your lips. “I love you, my petal.”

“Love you,” you responded as he got up and backed away from the tub through the double doors into the bedroom and slowly shut the doors until you were left alone in the room.

You let out a sigh and rested against the plush backrest, soaking in the warmth of the soapy water. Your eyes slid shut as you basked, enjoying the quiet while you were able to. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you sat up quickly, water splashing softly as you did. You glanced around the room, taking in the soft tones of the walls and cabinets.

You groaned as you pulled yourself up into a sitting position. The water was lukewarm and most of the bubbles had disappeared and the water was instead a murky white from the combination of soaps and bath salts you added. Pulling the plug, you got out of the bath, letting the water drain as you turned on the shower and stepped in to rinse off quickly before heading to the closet and picking out something to wear.

You opted for a fitted dress with a pastel marbled look. It had ruching and off the shoulder sleeves. The hem fell to the middle of your shin and hugged your body. You chose not to wear underwear under it in case your husband got any ideas and that was one less barrier between you.

You slipped on a pair of simple white flats and walked out of the closet, heading out of the master suite and started to wander the halls. You weren’t sure how much time had passed since Seonghwa left you in the tub but you would wait for him to find you when his meetings were done.

You made your way through the house, the thunder still rumbling in the distance as the rain continued to come down. It was a dreary day so you would definitely not be venturing outside today. You crossed the large entrance hall, your footsteps echoing off the stone floor.

Picking a random hall, you followed it until you picked one of the various doors and turned the knob, pushing it open and peering inside. Even after three years in this house, you hadn’t seen everything it had to offer.

The room you picked seemed to be a parlor of sorts. There was a gorgeous dark blue furniture set decorated the room. A loveseat and two arm chairs. The dark blue cushions were contrasted by the white oak wood and gold accents stood in the middle of the room. Under the window was a small cabinet made from the same white oak with glass doors revealing the contents inside.

Various knickknacks sat on the shelves, hiding behind the glass and staying pristine. Two end tables that matched stood on either side of the loveseat with ornate lamps sitting on them. Behind the couch was a larger cabinet, various glasses sat on a tray upside down to prevent dust from settling inside. The doors of the cabinet were solid white oak with gold hardware and as you approached, you opened one of the doors to find various bottles of alcohol inside ranging from brandy and cognac to vodka and soju.

Shutting the door, you turned to face the wall behind you where another cabinet stood, glass doors revealing more knickknacks and books. On top of the cabinet was a collection of frames with various portraits. You walked closer, inspecting them one by one until you found one that caught your eye. It was a double frame connected by a hinge with two photos sitting behind the frames.

Picking it up, you stared in awe at the sight of a picture of Seonghwa, much like the one you’d found in the forest all those years ago when you visited the Library and escaped. You still had that photo, tucked away for safekeeping but here it was, a larger version of it. In the other frame was a picture of a woman who looked remarkably like you. “Blossom,” you whispered as you stared at the photo.

It was uncanny how much you looked alike and yet there were subtle differences in the hair, the eyes, the lips, and a few other places. You were so preoccupied by inspecting the photos that you didn’t hear the door open. “There you are,” a voice said, drawing you back to reality and you jumped, nearly dropping the photo frame. Seonghwa stood in the doorway, hand on the knob as he looked at you.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” he asked softly, pushing the door open and joining you. Nodding, you glanced down at the frame in your hands. Seonghwa gently took the frame from you and placed it back on the cabinet before taking your hand. “Come,” he urged gently. “I have something to show you.”

You weren’t sure how long you had been in that room, staring at the photo as your thoughts consumed you but the sky had started to darken as the sun set and night settled in. Seonghwa led you through the house, past the kitchen and dining room and into the pool room. It was a sort of four seasons room but it had the pool and hot tub built in. During the warmer months, the large windows opened up but in the winter, they closed, allowing you to enjoy the pool and hot tub year round.

Seonghwa stopped once he pulled you into the room. He’d set various candles around the room, ranging from small tea lights to large candles. All of them were lit and there was a small path of rose petals leading towards the hot tub. “I figure we could order in,” he suggested. “You cooked lunch, which was lovely, but the whole point of this day is for me to pamper you.”

A laugh escaped your lips. “That’s not the point of the day,” you reminded him. “It’s a celebration of our love.” Seonghwa nodded. “And the way I show you how I love you is by not letting you do anything while I have everything done for us,” he explained. You laughed again as you allowed him to pull you closer.

“And I show my love by making you food and being your loving wife,” you countered. “Besides, the steaks have been marinating all day.” Seonghwa sighed in defeat. “Fine,” he conceded. “But after dinner, we can take a dip?” he asked, his voice full of hope. You nodded as you kissed his cheek. “But put the candles out for now. Don’t want anything to catch fire while I cook and we eat.”

You turned and left while he did that and you got started on dinner.

Since it was still raining and you really didn’t want to go outside, even if it grill was covered, you made dinner inside. Seonghwa stood on standby to help where needed and to give you encouraging kisses until you finally kicked him out, telling him to go relax. He instead sat at the island and observed you, his eyes following your every move.

He kept you company while you sliced potatoes for the au gratin potatoes, watching you carefully. You managed to finish without incident and place the dish in the oven while you got started on making a dessert. Seonghwa watched you through it all, fascinated by the way you worked so diligently. “I really am the luckiest man in the world,” he said, chin resting in his hands as you finished the no bake cheesecake and placed it in the fridge to set.

“I’m the lucky one,” you retorted as you turned on the range, ready to start cooking the steaks. Seonghwa watched from his perch as you seared the steaks, cooking them to the level of doneness that you knew he liked. “Smells good,” he commented as you took a break from the steaks to get the potatoes from the oven, setting them on the island to cool for a bit.

Seonghwa got up, walking around to look at them more closely before walking over to kiss your cheek. He disappeared as you returned your focus to the steaks. Once you were sure they were done, you pulled them from the skillet and set them on a cutting board to rest while you made a sauce.

Seonghwa returned a little while later carrying the plates you’d set out for the two of you. “What are you doing?” you asked, glancing over your shoulder as he set the plates and placemats down at the kitchen island. “There’s no reason for us to sit at that massive dining table,” he explained. “We’ll just eat in here.”

You shook your head as you turned off the range. Seonghwa joined you as you plated his steak, drizzling the sauce over it and served a scoop of the potatoes while he plated some of the salad you had prepared earlier. You finished your plate and joined him at the kitchen island while he poured two glasses of wine.

The food was some of the best you’d cooked and Seonghwa couldn’t stop expressing his compliments. When you finished, he helped you clean up once more and while you were checking the dessert, Seonghwa came up behind you. “I like this dress,” he murmured, his hands moving to your hips, smoothing over the fabric.

“When did you get it?” he asked as you stood up and shut the fridge door to face him. “A few weeks ago,” you answered. “I was supposed to wear it to that charity event but I got sick.” Seonghwa nodded. “I remember that,” he said as he pulled you against him. “You insisted I go to the event without you,” he said, cupping your cheek. “And you should have,” you reminded him.

“How could I go and leave my beautiful, ailing wife alone at home?” he asked, swaying softly. “I couldn’t do that to you,” he added. “I would have spent the whole night worrying about you. I would much rather be by your side.” You leaned in, pressing your lips against his. “Which I appreciate but it’s not like I was dying. I had the stomach flu,” you reminded him.

Seonghwa chuckled against your lips as you kissed him again. “So,” he said, changing the trajectory of the conversation. “What are you wearing under this,” he asked, running his hands up your sides and towards your back to pull you taut against him. “Under this?” you asked, gesturing at your dress. He nodded as you leaned in, lips close to his ear. “Absolutely nothing.”

The speed at which he dragged you from the kitchen to the pool room was astonishing, quickly stripping you of your dress and guiding you into the hot tub. The rose petals that had been floating on the surface of the water were now being swirled around by the bubbles as the jets turned on.

“You really didn’t need to do all this,” you said as Seonghwa walked around, lighting the candles once more before starting to strip himself and join you in the tub, grabbing your hand under the water and pulling you closer. “I know,” he murmured as he sat on one of the seats, pulling you onto his lap.

“I wanted to.” His lips enveloped yours as his arms wrapped around you. You rested your forearms on his shoulders, fingers combing through his hair as you both got caught up in a steamy exchange of tongues and breathy moans. “I said I wasn’t going to stop until you’re pregnant,” he reminded you, lips ghosting over your skin as he guided you over his lap, aligning the tip of his cock with your slit and slowly pushing you down onto him.

You let out a gasp as your walls sucked him in, ignoring the dull ache as his cock filled you. “F-fuck, baby,” you groaned as he bottomed out with a shaky breath. “Happy anniversary, blossom,” he whispered in your ear.

Night had fallen by the time Hongjoong returned to the mansion, exiting the forest under the cover of darkness. He’d watched from the trees as you and Seonghwa enjoyed a moment of intimacy in what you presumed was the privacy of your pool room and yet he was there in the trees watching, taking notes, and waiting.

He climbed the tree from before, making his way onto the balcony and crept over to the window to peer in. It was dark in the room and he could just barely make out yours and Seonghwa’s sleeping forms, tangled in the sheets. He crept over to the door and grabbed the knob, turning it slowly until it clicked softly and he was able to open the door and sneak inside and out of the rain.

With the door shut behind him, he stayed low, crossing the room to the bathroom and quietly shut the door. Once inside, he felt he could stand and so he did, removing his shoes and socks and slowly stripping himself of his wet clothes and walked into the closet which the automatic light turned on. He browsed through Seonghwa’s clothes, picking out a few items and dressing in silence.

He made his way back out, the light shutting off behind him. He quietly opened the door, peering out into the room where you were sleeping, the sheets pulled up to your waist. You slept peacefully as he approached, chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

Hongjoong slowly lowered himself to his knees beside you and reached out, gently caressing your cheek. He leaned in, close to your ear. “Follow the sound of my voice,” he whispered. “Find me.”

He carefully got up, walking around the bed, keeping his eyes on your form, only glancing at Seonghwa as he neared the door. He carefully opened it, stepping out into the hall and shutting the door until it was open only a sliver. He walked down the hall, the steps of his bare feet muffled against the wooden floor. He opened doors as he walked past, peering inside to find unused bedrooms.

He kept going until he found a set of stairs and descended them, finding more rooms to inspect. He found one to his liking and entered it, exploring as he waited for you to awaken from your slumber and find him. He left the room and made his way downstairs, entering a parlor of sorts. He examined the room as he made his way to the fireplace and with a click of his fingers, a fire started. He rounded the couch, opening a cabinet and grabbing a glass bottle to pour himself a glass of amber liquid.

He placed the stopper back on the decanter and grabbed the glass, taking a sip before he walked back around and sat down on the couch to wait for you to join him.

You were pulled from your slumber by a gentle caressing against your cheek. Though you were awake, you couldn’t open your eyes. A soft voice spoke to you, piercing the silence. “Follow the sound of my voice,” it whispered. “Find me.”

You awoke with a start as thunder crashed overhead, shaking the house. You glanced next to you, finding your husband fast asleep next to you. As you were about to sink back down into the bed, your eyes caught sight of a trail of wet footprints on the floor leading from the doors to the balcony to the bathroom. You pulled the sheets back, careful not to wake your husband until you were absolutely certain it was necessary. You slipped on your slippers, grabbing your robe from the foot of the bed and pulled it on over your naked form.

Once at the bathroom door, you peered into the dark room, finding a dark blob on the tile floor. Approaching it cautiously, you knelt down and touched it. It was wet. You grabbed it and discovered it was a wet jacket. You found more wet clothes lying on the floor leading to the closet.

Standing up, you walked over, stepping into the closet where the light turned on. Save for the clothes, your closet was empty. You exited the room, the light shutting off as you headed back into the bedroom. You walked over to the double doors and checked the knob. It was locked. ‘How the hell did someone get in?’ you wondered as you turned and your eyes darted towards the bedroom door which was open a crack. You were certain Seonghwa had closed that before you went to bed.

You approached it cautiously, glancing at your sleeping husband. You contemplated waking him but you were a strong woman and capable of holding her own. You opened the door and stepped out into the hall, pulling the door behind you.

Your feet carried you down the hall, steps soft as you passed open doors and peered into the rooms beyond, finding them all empty. You went down the stairs to the next floor and followed the path of open doors until you reached the main floor.

As you reached the bottom landing, you heard soft music drifting through the house. You walked through the foyer, jumping slightly when lightning flashed through the windows and thunder rumbled the house. The rain had picked up and was now pouring. Your feet carried you closer and closer to the source of the music, following the same path you had earlier after your bath.

The door to the parlor was left ajar and you pushed it open further, peering into the room. Your eyes landed on a figure standing by the fireplace. He wore Seonghwa’s clothes but it was not your husband. He had caramel colored hair that was longer in the back, metal rings and studs decorated his ear, reflecting the dancing light of a fire that crackled in the fireplace. His face was obscured to you, turned towards the fire, one of the crystal glasses from the liquor cabinet in his hand, its contents an amber liquid that glowed in the firelight.

You entered the room slowly, keeping your eyes on the figure. Once you were inside, the figure’s head turned and your eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping you. The hair was different but here was no mistaking that face. Those piercing eyes. The door behind you shut on its own and you backed against it in fear, staring as the figure stalked around the couch slowly, making their way towards you.

“It can’t be,” you whispered. “You can’t be here.”

The figure approached, downing the rest of the liquid in the glass, setting it on a table before he approached you. “Yet, here I am, darling,” he answered, his voice just the same as you remembered.

It had been nearly four years since you’d seen him last but there was no mistaking it.

Hongjoong had returned.

“We b-banished you,” you protested weakly as he neared you, placing his hands on either side of your head against the door, caging you in. “You’re supposed to be in hell,” you added as he stared down at you. “Am I?” he asked softly. “And what if this is a dream?” he asked softly.

One of his hands moved, taking note of the way you flinched. When he touched you, it was soft and gentle. He brushed his thumb over your exposed collar, swiping upwards and catching the collar of your robe, pulling it down past your shoulder. His eyes fell on the bite mark in your skin, a scar from Seonghwa when he was still a vampire.

“Is it a dream?” you asked softly. Hongjoong raised his eyes to meet your gaze. “Do you want it to be?” he asked, tilting his head as his hand moved, fingers skimming over the mark to your neck. You felt his fingertips curl around the back of your neck. “Do you want to dream about me?” he whispered, leaning in closer as he pressed himself against you, pressing you against the wooden door.

You turned your head away as he leaned in closer. His lips ghosted over your cheek. “If I’m supposed to be in hell, then there’s no way I can be here, right?” he asked into your ear, hand smoothing down your neck, over the silk of your robe.

“So it has to be a dream, right?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as his hand slid down over your chest, cupping your breast through the silk, feeling your naked body underneath. Your body reacted to his touch more than it should have, further confirming this was indeed a dream but if that was the case, why were you dreaming about Hongjoong of all people? Especially after four years.

“Do you want to wake up?” he asked in your ear as he parted your legs with his knee, pressing his thigh between yours. You could feel yourself growing wetting and wetter as he massaged your breast, lips skimming over your skin. “You could wake up, forget this ever happened and go back to sleep and the dream would be over,” he said softly, tongue slipping out.

You let out a soft groan as he licked up the side of your neck. “Or you can just enjoy the moment and give yourself to me. It’s only a dream,” he said with a hint of amusement. “What’s the worst that could happen?” You melted under his touch as his hand moved to your neck. “So what will it be?” he asked, lips ghosting over yours. “Wake up or enjoy it?”

“P-please,” you whimpered. “Do you want to wake up?” Hongjoong asked, fingers squeezing your throat gently. You shook your head, letting out a whimper as his eyes darkened. “Say it,” he urged. “Out loud.” You licked your lips, clearing your throat before speaking. “I-I don’t want to wake up yet.”

Hongjoong let out a sigh before taking your lips in a searing kiss, tongue immediately forcing inside your mouth. You gasped against his lips as his hands moved down to your thighs. He pulled back only slightly and quickly picked you up, pressing your back against the door as he kissed down your neck.

Without a word, he carried you over to the couch and sat down, setting you on his lap. He immediately pulled you back into a kiss one hand around your throat as the other worked to undo the knot of your robe. Once undone, Hongjoong pushed the material aside, exposing your skin to him.

He left a trail of wet kisses down your neck and collar, leaning you back as his lips traveled down between the valley of your breasts. He took one of your pert nipples in his mouth, tongue swirling around it as he teased with light flicks and soft suckles.

Your head fell back, a moan leaving your lips as his hand moved to cup your other breast, gently massaging and kneading the soft flesh. He held you in place with one hand on your back. He let your nipple fall from his mouth, kissing back up to the junction of your neck and shoulder, nipping at the skin.

He carefully laid you down on the couch, ripping the robe from your body and tossing it aside as he hovered over you. Your thighs parted, allowing him to settle between them, putting his weight on you. “This feels so wrong,” you murmured as he kissed your skin, moving down your chest and stomach, leaving wet kisses in his wake.

“It’s just a dream,” he reminded you. “You can’t control what you dream about.”

Your legs spread as he drew level with your cunt, turning his head to sink his teeth into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You moaned out, hands moving to his hair as his tongue made contact with your throbbing clit, lewd wet sounds coming from him as he licked and sucked, the cool steel ball of his piercing making your toes curl.

You writhed under him as he flicked his tongue against your clit, drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your arousal coated his lips as he ate you out like a man dying of starvation. Your thighs tried to close around his head but he refused, holding them open as he flattened his tongue against you. A cry escaped your lips as you came on his tongue.

Hongjoong pulled back, wiping his mouth on his sleeve as he kissed back up your body, meeting your lips in a messy, rushed kiss. “On your knees, kitten,” he breathed out as he sat down on the couch, taking your hand and pulling you up into a sitting position. He undid his pants, pushing them down his hips and thighs and freeing his cock. You knelt beside him on the couch, waiting for his permission to touch him.

He pulled the shirt up and gestured for you to get started. You immediately took his cock in your hands, making him hiss. Leaning over, you let a drop of spit fall from your mouth, spreading it with your hand as you worked it up and down his shaft. Hongjoong reached up, grabbing the back of your neck. You looked up, meeting his gaze.

Without being prompted, you leaned over, taking the head of his cock in your mouth. Hongjoong’s head fell back against the couch, a groan leaving his lips as your head sank down on him. He kept his hand on the back of your neck, caressing gently as you took him deeper and deeper into your mouth.

“Fuck that’s it,” he groaned. “Just like that, kitten.” You pulled back, sucking as you did before relaxing your jaw and starting to bob your head, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat each time, making a lewd wet gagging sound. Hongjoong’s hand moved up to the back of your head and pushed your head down gently, making you take more and more of him.

“Relax,” he whispered when his cock hit the back of your throat. “Just relax and let me in.”

You did as he asked, relaxing your throat and choking when you felt his cock slip into your throat. He allowed you to pull back but then pushed you back down. He guided your head, his hips starting to chase the feeling, thrusting into your mouth. “That’s it,” he growled. “Relax that jaw and let me fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

Wet gags bounced off the walls as he thrust up into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each thrust. Drool spilled from your lips and down his shaft but he didn’t care as he continued to thrust into your mouth harder and harder, forcing his cock into the back of your throat, making you gag and choke.

He forced your head down, holding it there as he tried to hold back his orgasm. After a few moments of you gagging against him, he finally released you, letting you sit up, gasping for air as he removed the rest of his clothes. “Come here,” he said softly, taking your hand and guiding you to sit over him. He pushed your hips down, reaching between your bodies to guide the tip of his cock towards your entrance.

You sat down, sinking on his cock with a moan as he stretched your walls. Each inch felt like it took forever and when he was finally full inside you, your body was shaking. “Good girl,” Hongjoong murmured as he grabbed your hips, guiding your movements. You let out another moan as you lifted, his cock sliding out of you before sinking back down, setting a steady pace, bouncing on him at your own speed.

Hongjoong’s hands were everywhere, your hips, your chest, your ass, your neck. He couldn’t stop touching you. “Come on,” he urged, grabbing your ass. “I know you can go faster than that.” You moved faster, bouncing harder on his cock, your fingers digging into the couch cushion behind him. “That’s it,” Hongjoong groaned, his cock throbbing inside you.

“M’close,” you gasped over the sound of skin against skin filling the room. “Good,” Hongjoong growled, giving your ass a sharp smack. “Keep going until you’ve cum all over this cock like the filthy fucking slut I know you are,” he growled, thrusting up to meet your movements, making you cry out. “Come on, you dirty fucking whore. Cum for me. Cum on my cock while your husband sleeps upstairs.”

Seonghwa woke with a start, rain pounding against the roof and windows. ‘Just the storm,’ he told himself as he settled back against the bed. Instinctively, he reached for you but found your side of the bed empty. He raised his head and looked around. He expected to see light seeping from under the bathroom door but the door was open and it was dark.

He turned to look at the clock on his bedside table where the red digital numbers informed him it was well past three in the morning. Seonghwa sat up and pulled back the covers, swinging his feet over the edge of the bed. Now that he was up, he could see wet footprints on the wooden floor. He followed them back to the source and got up to inspect.

The bathroom was empty save for some wet clothes that he knew didn’t belong to him or you. There was an intruder in the house. He walked back to the door as lightning flashed, throwing the room into brightness before shadow overtook it again. Opening the cracked door, he peered out into the hallway. He walked down the corridor, inspecting the doors that had been left open but found no trace of you or an intruder in each one, shutting them as he went.

On the second floor, he found the same thing, more open doors yet still no trace of you or the intruder.

On the main floor, he inspected the kitchen and dining room but nothing seemed out of place. As he passed through the kitchen, he stopped at the counter, grabbing a knife from the knife block and continued on. As he entered one of the front halls, light spilled out of a room onto the floor.

He approached slowly, his grip on the knife tightening. He pushed the door open and found the room empty. There was a used crystal glass and a fire dancing in the fireplace. He looked around and found no one but as he rounded the couch, he found your silk robe lying on the floor. He picked it up and looked around once more.

There was a giggle behind him and the parlor door slammed shut. He set your robe down on the back of the couch and walked to the door, grabbing the knob and twisting it but the door didn’t budge. He tried again, tugging at the knob roughly but it still didn’t give. He hit the butt of the knife against the wood. “Open the door!” he yelled. “Let me out!”

He tried several more times to wrench the door open to no avail before he let go and stepped back, looking around the room. He headed over to the window and peered out into the rain where he saw a dark figure standing in front of the house in the middle of the circle drive. He squinted, trying to make out if it was you or not. Lightning flashed and lit up the area momentarily.

Seonghwa’s eyes widened as the figure he saw shifted for a split second from a human into a hulking monstrous half man, half goat-like form. He nearly fell back but as soon as it happened, the figure was gone. He glanced around the yard but saw nothing else. He heard the door click and spun around to find the door cracked open.

He rushed over and yanked the door open, looking into the hall before he exited the room, following the hallway back to the entrance hall. He heard footsteps running on the balcony above and he darted for the stairs, running up. As he reached the second floor landing, he heard footsteps racing up the steps to the third floor.

He followed them, reaching the landing at the end of the hall opposite his and your shared bedroom. The door which he had left open was now shut. He approached slowly, keeping an eye out for any movement. As he reached the door, he took a deep breath and grabbed the knob, his grip on the knife handle in his hand tightening as he turned the knob.

The latch clicked and he carefully pushed the door open, the soft squeak breaking the silence. Seonghwa peered into the room, finding it empty, save for your figure on the bed. Seonghwa entered the room and shut the door quickly, locking it. He swept the whole room, from top to bottom, even checking the bathroom and closet but found no sign of an intruder.

As he exited the bathroom and moved around to his side of the bed, he sat down, setting the knife on his bedside table. He would remind himself to return it to the kitchen in the morning before you woke. He turned to look at you, peacefully asleep. As he was about to pull his feet up into the bed, there was a creak in the floor. Seonghwa felt his heart skip a beat. It came from directly under the bed.

Frozen in terror, Seonghwa was unable to move. He glanced at you, contemplating waking you up. As he moved his hand over the sheets to try and gently rouse you, he felt a strong pair of hands close around his ankles and tug, knocking him from the bed.

He let out a scream as he tried to free himself, kicking and trying to grab anything as whatever it was under the bed tried to drag him under. Seonghwa kicked himself free and scrambled away from the bed, crawling to the wall and sat gasping with his back against the wall. He could now see under the bed but there was nothing there. Lightning flashed again, the light gleaming off the blade of the kitchen knife.

Seonghwa glanced around before deciding to go for it. As he tried to get up, a figure appeared, rushing him and slamming him against the wall, a hand closing around his throat. Seonghwa cried out in pain and looked down at the figure, a wave of fear passing over him as he looked into the familiar face of the demon who had made his life a living hell centuries ago.

“It’s not possible!” Seonghwa choked out, struggling to free himself. “You’re supposed to be in hell!” Hongjoong smirked up at him, fingers tightening around Seonghwa’s throat. “Surprise,” he said in a dangerously low voice. “I’m back!”

Seonghwa kicked out, trying to free himself. Hongjoong tossed him aside easily and Seonghwa slid across the floor, his back hitting the foot of the bed. Hongjoong calmly followed as Seonghwa tried to crawl away but the demon was quicker, stepping over him and kneeling down, grabbing Seonghwa by the hair. Seonghwa let out a strangled cry as Hongjoong held the knife to his throat.

“I could kill you right here,” Hongjoong threatened. “It would be so easy. Kill you, steal your wife, turn her into my breeding bitch, and then eventually kill her,” he continued. “But I’m not going to do that.” Hongjoong threw the knife, the blade embedding into the wall by the door. He stood up, keeping a firm grip on Seonghwa’s hair and dragged him across the floor to a chair in the corner near the balcony doors. Hongjoong pulled him up, forcing him into the chair.

Seonghwa tried to get up but Hongjoong pushed him back down, grabbing one of the nearby curtains and ripped it down from the rod. He placed a foot on Seonghwa’s chest and kept him seated while he ripped the curtain into long pieces. One by one, he tied Seonghwa’s wrists and ankles to the chair. He ripped another piece from the curtain, tearing that in half. Part of it he wadded up and shoved into Seonghwa’s mouth before wrapping the other piece around his head, covering his mouth and tying it.

“There,” Hongjoong said as he stood back and admired his handiwork. “Now you’ll sit there and shut up.” Seonghwa tried to break free of his bonds but was unable to do so. Hongjoong turned, running his fingers through his hair. He approached the bed where you lay sleeping. Seonghwa screamed against his gag, thrashing violently. Hongjoong looked at him from beside you.

“Calm down or I’ll slit her throat right now,” Hongjoong ordered. Seonghwa stopped, falling silent. He watched as Hongjoong pulled back the sheets covering you, exposing your naked body. Seonghwa blinked away the tears that formed in his eyes. “Such a lucky man,” Hongjoong said, mocking Seonghwa’s earlier sentiments.

Seonghwa turned his head as Hongjoong stripped himself and climbed onto the bed. He wanted to scream, yell, fight, do something but he knew if he did, Hongjoong wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. He watched in horror as the demon repositioned your body. “You deserve a better view,” Hongjoong said, a smirk forming on his face. He hovered over you and Seonghwa pulled at his binds as Hongjoong’s hands ran over your body, skimming over your chest and up to your neck.

How desperately Seonghwa wanted to scream, threaten Hongjoong to not touch you. To get away from you. He was rendered helpless. Speechless. Useless. He watched as your body reacted but you stayed asleep. “Don’t worry about consent,” Hongjoong said, glancing over at Seonghwa. “She gave it to me earlier in the parlor.”

Seonghwa’s eyes widened as he realized that he hadn’t been seeing things. You had been in the parlor. That’s why your robe was down there. “Just enjoy the show,” Hongjoong said before tearing his gaze away and Seonghwa could only watch helplessly as the demon kissed down your body, spreading your legs. “She’s already so wet,” Hongjoong groaned. He sat up, grabbing you by the back of your thighs and dragging your sleeping body down the bed towards him.

Seonghwa twisted against his bonds as Hongjoong took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance and pushing into you. The gasp and moan you let out made Seonghwa’s stomach churn and sink. It was the same sound you made when he sank into you for the first time.

Hongjoong let out a groan as he bottomed out. “Fuck,” he rasped. “This is what you get every night?” he asked, looking over to where Seonghwa sat, bound and gagged. “Lucky man, indeed.”

Seonghwa watched as Hongjoong’s hand gripped your hips, raising them up to rest your ass against his thighs as he thrust shallowly into you. Seonghwa blinked away the tears, turning to look away from the scene unfolding on his own bed in his own home. “If you don’t watch, I will force you and you really don’t want that,” Hongjoong growled.

Seonghwa took several deep breaths before forcing himself to look. “I should have done this before,” Hongjoong said as he kept the same steady pace, thrusting into you, small whimpers and moans leaving your lips. “Should have fucked your precious Blossom on that altar right in front of you. Impregnated her and sent her on her way. Let her raise my child alone.”

Seonghwa felt his blood boil as Hongjoong spoke. “Maybe I’ll do that now. Impregnate your wife and make you raise my child. Would you like that? You want a family so bad, right?” Hongjoong asked with a laugh. You let out a louder moan. Hongjoong pulled out of you, gently rolling you onto your stomach. He grabbed your hips, tucking a pillow under it before sinking back into you.

“Is this how you fuck her?” he asked Seonghwa who could no longer hold back the tears. “You bend her over like this and fuck her until you fill her up? She likes it rough, doesn’t she?” he asked. Seonghwa glared at Hongjoong and if looks could kill, Hongjoong would probably be dead.

He let out another laugh, picking up the pace as he pounded into you. Wanton moans left your lips as his cock pistoned in and out of your abused hole. “Bet she likes it when you stuff her full of cum,” Hongjoong grunted as he placed a hand on the back of your head, pushing your head down into the linens. “Likes it when you empty your balls into her. Do you talk to her while you do it? Tell her how you’re gonna fill her up and put a baby in her?” Hongjoong asked, his hips slamming into you now.

“Do you cum multiple times? Fill her up as much as possible? Until it leaks out of her and spills down the inside of her thighs? Do you hold her down and tell her to take all of it?” Seonghwa blinked, tears streaming down his cheeks and staining the torn curtain that was his makeshift gag.

“I wonder why she isn’t pregnant yet,” Hongjoong mused as he continued to thrust into you, holding you down as his hips bruised your ass with each forceful thrust. “Maybe you’re not as fertile as you once were,” he continued. “Maybe you need my sperm to start a family.”

Seonghwa twisted in the chair as Hongjoong continued. Your moans grew in pitch as Hongjoong pounded into you. His hand disappeared under your head and pulled you up out of the sheets. “Let him hear you, blossom,” Hongjoong said breathlessly in your ear. Seonghwa struggled against the bonds. “Let him hear how good I’m making you feel.”

Without the sheets to muffle you, moans and screams of pleasure left your lips. “That’s right,” Hongjoong growled as he slammed into you. “I’m making you feel this good. Not him. Has he ever made it feel this good?” Seonghwa thrashed against his bonds. “Oh, I think I’m gonna cum,” Hongjoong groaned into your ear. “You want it inside you, kitten? Want me to fill you up just like he does?”

You moaned loudly as Hongjoong’s hips never faltered. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured in your ear. “Cum for me. Show him what you look like when you cum on another man’s cock.”

Seonghwa watched through tears as your body shook, your orgasm washing over you, a cry of pleasure leaving your lips before your body went limp. Hongjoong kept a tight hold on you, his hips now chasing his own high. Seonghwa watched defeatedly as Hongjoong thrust into you a few more times before letting out a low moan, hips stilling as he came, filling you and painting your walls in his release.

His tears hadn’t stopped as Hongjoong gave you a few more thrusts, pushing his cum deeper inside you before he pulled out, letting your limp body fall onto the bed, your slumber never once breaking. Hongjoong stumbled off the bed, making his way over to where Seonghwa sat. He crouched down, looking up at Seonghwa as his head hung in defeat, tears still spilling from him.

Hongjoong stood up and grabbed Seonghwa by the hair, pulling his head back to look up at him. “It’s not that bad,” Hongjoong said as he untied the gag and pulled the wet strip of curtain from his face. Seonghwa spat out the wadded up piece of cloth and glared up at the demon. “You’re fucking despicable,” he snapped. “Truly and utterly disgusting.”

Hongjoong smirked as he leaned down, bringing his face level with Seonghwa’s. “Am I?” he asked. He glanced down. “If I’m disgusting, what does that make you?” he asked, his hand moving over the erection in Seonghwa’s pants. Seonghwa tried to squirm away from the demon. “Don’t fucking touch me,” he spat. Hongjoong’s grip on his hair tightened. “Behave,” the demon hissed.

Seonghwa stopped fighting and went rigid as Hongjoong’s hand ghosted over his hard cock. “You liked it, didn’t you?” Hongjoong asked, looking into Seonghwa’s eyes. “Watching me fuck your wife. You really liked it,” he said, his hand slipping into Seonghwa’s pants. Seonghwa squirmed under him as Hongjoong’s hand gripped him over his underwear.

“Do you want me to relieve you or do you want her to do it?” Hongjoong asked. “Actually,” the demon said. He let go of Seonghwa and moved to the bed, leaning over to whisper something in your ear. Seonghwa watched as you started to stir, rolling onto your side and crawling to the edge of the bed. Hongjoong helped you off the bed and guided you over to where Seonghwa sat.

“On your knees, kitten,” Hongjoong instructed. You did as he said almost as if you were in a trance. “Here, let’s get this out of the way,” Hongjoong said, grabbing the waistband of Seonghwa’s pants and pulling them down along with his underwear, watching as Seonghwa’s erection sprang free.

“Oh, there’s more to you than meets the eye,” Hongjoong said with a chuckle as he eyed Seonghwa. Tearing his gaze away and knelt behind you, leaning in to whisper in your ear. “That looks uncomfortable,” he said, gently caressing your cheek. “We should relieve him. Open your mouth, kitten.” Seonghwa looked away as you did so. Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in your hair as he guided your head towards Seonghwa’s cock.

Seonghwa let out a strangled moan as he felt your mouth envelope his cock. Hongjoong kept a firm hold on your head, pushing you down on Seonghwa’s cock. “Open your throat,” Hongjoong instructed. “Just like you did for me. Let him in, baby.” Seonghwa glared at the demon. “Don’t you fucking call her that,” he growled, an involuntary moan leaving his lips as his cock slid into your throat.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Hongjoong asked. He guided your head, fucking Seonghwa’s cock with your mouth. “Keep going, sweetheart. He likes it. He really likes it,” he continued, smirking at Seonghwa’s reaction. “F-fuck,” Seonghwa cursed, head falling back against the chair.

“More?” Hongjoong asked. Without waiting for his answer, Hongjoong forced your head to move faster. Seonghwa groaned, hips bucking up into your face. Hongjoong held your head still. “Go ahead,” Hongjoong said. “Fuck her face. She loved it when I did that.” Seonghwa shook his head. “No,” he said breathlessly. “Do it,” Hongjoong urged. Seonghwa refused again, shaking his head. “No. I won’t.”

The demon’s brow furrowed as he pushed your head down, forcing Seonghwa’s cock into your throat. “Either you fuck her mouth or I’ll take over and make you cum myself.” Seonghwa groaned and reluctantly did as he said, hips bucking up into your face, his cock hitting the back of your throat. Hongjoong held your head in place as Seonghwa chased his own high, letting out strained moans and whimpers until he let out a strangled groan. Hongjoong pushed your head down, Seonghwa cock sliding into your throat as he came, his cock twitching, his release spilling down your throat.

Hongjoong held you still as Seonghwa’s hips bucked weakly until he fell limp. Only then did Hongjoong pull you back, muttering praise in your ear as you coughed and gasped. He guided you back to the bed before moving to pick up the clothes he’d taken from the closet. Once he was dressed he walked over to where Seonghwa sat and slowly undid his bonds.

“Consider us even,” Hongjoong said as he dropped the torn bits of curtain to the floor. He walked over to the balcony door, glancing out into the rain. He could see glowing red eyes out in the trees and knew the hounds had found him. “One last thing,” he said over his shoulder as he undid the latch on the doors and turned the knob, opening one, the sound of rain becoming louder.

“Take care of your family.”

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accirax · 1 day ago

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💙❤️Blind Date or Die Episode 1, Starring Rose, Toshiko, Levi, Grace, Nico, Wolfgang, Teruko, and Jett!💙❤️

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the-bat-bros · 12 days ago

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On this installment of “the guy who owns my local comic book store knows me”

THE CALLOUT

And I’m over here like “yeah maybe 🥹”

Anyway, this is your sign to support small businesses and shop local 🛍️

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voidofall · 8 days ago

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Part of this coming out of my funk is refinding my love for cooking and baking. I really want to just hunker down and perfect my little craft and not talk myself out of making something just because.

The real test will be if I can finally fry chicken correctly XD because that never works out for me

#my life #FEB 2025 #i am going to make a special little valentines dinner i think and surprise the polycule

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thegreenflower · 9 days ago

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aceofbooks-creative-anthologies · 22 days ago

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Special Collection: Valenselfship 2025

Prompts were provided by @/silentgravesdontexist. Here is the original post x 🩶

These probably won't get posted on time, but I will continue to update links as I post them. F/Os might swap around as I get inspired, but this is the general vibe.

I will be doubling up on F/Os for each prompt so that there are a total of 28. I've simplified the prompts down to one or two words.

Flowers: Mammon

Food: Sukehiro Yami

Love Letters: Senkuu Ishigami

Coffee: Belphegor

Crafts: Takashi Mitsuya

Masquerade Ball: Fuegoleon Vermillion

Home: Shouta Aizawa

Plushies: Keisuke Baji

Memories: Oboro Shirakumo

Unexpected Events: Hyouma Chigiri

Beach: Ryuusui Nanami

Chocolate: Manjirou/Mikey Sano

AUs: Michizou Tachihara

Free: Ryuunosuke Tanaka

Flowers: Keishin Ukai

Food: Keigo Takami

Love Letters: Laxus Dreyar

Coffee: Jou Togame

Crafts: Koushi Sugawara

Masquerade Ball: Max Alors

Home: Kyouya Ootori

Plushies: Benimaru Shinmon

Memories: Keisuke Baji & Takashi Mitsuya

Unexpected Events: Daichi Sawamura

Beach: Rindou Haitani

Chocolate: Mammon

AUs: Loke/Leo

Free: Hibiki Lates

I apologize in advance because these probably won’t be written or posted in order.

I feel the need to clarify that I am not participating in the event, just taking inspiration from the prompts themselves that are within the event. If a different prompt event pops up between now and Valetine's Day, I may change this list.

#prompts #the lovers' library #special collection: valenselfship 2025 #ace of books navigates #if someone has a better way of combining 'valentine' and 'selfship' like we combine 'christmas' and 'selfship' let me know #i'm not married to it

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vivimura · 25 days ago

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valentine's day special (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) !!

SUMMARY ~ this valentine's, riki comes up with what he refers to as "the three C's of romance." them being champagne, chocolate covered strawberries, and most importantly, his cock.

GENRE ~ smut, slight food play(?), fluff.

RELEASE DATE ~ 14/02/2025

ᯓ★ are you guys excited??? :3 comment/send ask to be added to taglist!

"c'mon, at least give me a hint!" you whined and batted your eyelashes at your smirking boyfriend, desperate to even get crumbs of what he had planned for valentine's day. especially since he'd been acting so damn mysterious about it.

he rolled his eyes, amused by how stubborn you were being, yet not being able to help but find the whole situation so endearing. you knew exactly what you were doing, trying to get him to fold by being so cute, and god, it was working.

with a sigh, his resolve crumbled.

"okay, fine," he muttered, looking down at you with a half-annoyed, half-amused expression.

you let out a small gasp, excited of having convinced him. you weren't expecting he'd give in. but then again, you knew how hard it was for him to keep secrets of things he plans for you. you impatiently nodded, intently listening and waiting for him to continue.

he chuckled, slightly shaking his head at your eagerness. seeing you so worked up and excited over a date was way too adorable, and he couldn't stop the smirk that tugged at his lips at the sight of your anticipating expression.

"well," he started teasingly, pretending it was all no big deal, but the hint of a smirk still tugged at his mouth.

"i was thinking… maybe dinner.. some drinks… a hotel room all to ourselves."

you grinned ear to ear taking his words in syllable by syllable. that was until the last part. your eyebrows shot up, your smile faltering as your mind raced with thoughts of what he could be implying.

"ah.. hotel room, huh?" you repeated, nodding slowly and acting all nonchalant. "that's cool.."

he chuckled in amusement, noticing the way you seemed to hesitate at the mention of the hotel room. he knew you were trying to act calm and collected, but the slight stutter in your nod was all he needed to know that you got a little flustered at the thought of being alone with him that night. it almost made him want to tease you more.

"hm? what's that look for?" he asked teasingly, giving you a smirk.

"oh, uhm, nothing." you replied almost immediately, ending your words with a chuckle aimed at indifference, but only came off as nervous.

"just curious- what exactly will we be doing... in this hotel room?"

he hummed, pretending to be deep in thought, his smirk growing wider at the mixture of emotions like excitement, nervousness and shyness you seemed to be going through.

"hm, that's a good question," he responded casually, moving one hand up to grab your chin. "i wonder what we would do in a hotel room all alone…"

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gremlin-girly · 2 days ago

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Valentine's Morning

Pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader

Tags: FLUFF, established relationship, petnames (baby)

Not beta'd and I do not give permission for my work to be reposted, copied, translated or put through an AI Machine.

Summary: What does your Valentine's Morning with Jake look like?

Word count: 354

Dividers by: @/enchanthings-a

Navigation | Valentine's Masterlist | Jake Jensen Masterlist

Your morning doesn't begin like it usually does.

It usually begins with Jake wrapped around you tangled in the bedsheets, cuddling close. But on this morning in particular, you woke up alone the space behind you empty and cold. You paw at the sheets blindly and frown when you realise you aren't mistaking your boyfriend's absence.

As you rub sleep from your eyes and wake up more, you can hear the sound of tone-deaf singing emanating from the kitchen. There's the faintest sound of sizzling and the smell of something sweet wafting though your shared apartment. You consider getting up, but hear the clinking and clanking of plates along with a curse that almost makes you snort a laugh, and opt to stay put for a few moments longer.

It seems that was the correct choice because seconds later Jake is nudging his way into the bedroom carrying a tray littered with an array of food, fresh coffee and a red rose in a small vase. Smiling so wide your cheeks hurt, you wriggle to a sitting position as Jake makes a lavish show of slowly approaching you and setting the tray onto your lap and bowing dramatically. You look down at your tray; the sweet thing could smell was French toast, perfectly golden and crisp and drizzled with maple syrup and a dusting of powdered sugar. Strawberries, raspberries and blueberries were all but strewn across the plate and there's a dollop of whipped cream in a separate small bowl next to your coffee.

Your heart skips multiple beats and you bite back a snort seeing Jake in nothing but his boxers and an apron as he takes his space again in bed next to you. Elation is not even close to describing how you felt at this demonstration of his affection.

"Happy Valentine's Day baby," he says before picking up the rose and placing it between his teeth gently. "I made French toast just the way you like."

"I heard. Thank you baby," you giggle, leaning over to press a kiss against his lips over the rose stem. "Happy Valentine's to you too."

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A/N: Hi all! If you didn't see this post, I'm currently away from my computer so all of my fics I had planned won't be going out this week. However, I wanted something to cheer me up so I made a list of short drabbles for Valentine's (which I wasn't even planned!) I hope you enjoy ❤️

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kwanisms · 10 days ago

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SETTLE THE SCORE — y.kihyun

After the events of her story, Y/N has had her curse broken and succubus powers removed, allowing her to live a normal life. She has managed to keep a low profile, getting a job in a diner, her entire world is turned upside down when one of the men she was tasked with seducing in her previous life shows up at the diner late one night with a bone to pick with her. incubus!Kihyun × fem!Reader

» back || m.list || taglist « ❑ WORDCOUNT — 13.6k ❑ WARNINGS — adult language, female reader, shorter reader, mentions of: self harm, suicide, suffering, torment, demons, food consumption; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! ❑ CONTENT — angst, smut; supernatural, fantasy, demons & angels, biblical, restaurant setting, small town vibes; non idol au, demon au ❑ NOTES — here to kick of the Valentine's Special is Kihyun's piece which is a sequel to this Monsta X series I wrote nearly 7 years ago. It's not entirely necessary to read the entire series before reading this but it will help you understand a little better! The next part is going to be Hongjoong's! The taglist is still open and will close on the 7th of February at 11PM CST. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

❑ SMUT WARNINGS: unprotected sex (do not), oral (f receiving), praise (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), mild anal play (f receiving), dirty talk, mild daddy kink, rough sex, piv sex, cum inside, use of pet names (baby, kitten, etc.), and that should be all of them! If I missed any, let me know!

Your footsteps echoed in the night, carried by the icy wind as you walked with determination towards your destination. The road ahead of you was empty as you continued, staying on the sidewalk and out of harm’s way. In the distance, you could see the bright red neon sign of the diner. As you approached, the old building came into view.

It was an old fashioned diner, something straight out of the 1950’s. The main body of the restaurant was a repurposed train car that had been modified and added onto. Many of these styles of diners popped up in the 40’s and were popular into the 50’s but began to decline in the 60’s. What was left were some of the businesses that lasted out of sheer spite.

The one you worked at, Ray’s, was located along a popular highway, albeit in the middle of nowhere. It had an attached gas station which was the primary purpose for its flow of customers. Most of your visitors were vagrants, coming in for a cup of hot coffee, or travelers passing by and stopping for gas and a bite to eat before continuing on their way. Most of the success was due to the diner being open twenty four hours.

As you crossed the parking lot, a car pulled in and rolled to a stop in front of one of the pumps. You paid no mind as you headed for the door, pulling your coat tighter around you, the chilly wind whipping around you and stinging your nose.

Upon reaching the door, you opened it and darted inside, relishing the warmth of the interior of the diner. As you entered, a woman behind the counter looked up and smiled as you walked in, trying to shake off the cold. “You’re early,” she said as she returned her attention to something on the counter. You approached, unbuttoning your coat and glanced down to see a book full of crossword puzzles resting on the counter top before her, a pen in her grip as she read the clues.

“There wasn’t anything else to do,” you replied as you glanced around the mostly empty diner. There were a few patrons seated at the counter, spaced out and not even looking at one another, instead busying themselves with their food, books, or devices. You turned back to the woman behind the counter. “Anything I need to know about today, Beth?” you asked, leaning over the counter as she looked up.

She was an older woman, maybe in her mid sixties. She had been working at the diner for a long time, longer than any of the other servers. She was the boss when it came to everything not related to the kitchen. She made the schedules for the serving staff and made the rules. She was a no nonsense kind of woman but she wasn’t a total stick in the mud. She had a great sense of humor, it was just hidden under layers hardened by years of customer service.

“Ray’s in a good mood,” she noted as she jotted down letters into the squares of her crossword. “Ray’s always in a good mood,” you pointed out to which Beth scoffed. “You’ve got a point there,” she said with a low chuckle. “I swear, I’ve never seen that man so much as raise his voice even slightly.”

You joined in her amusement before your soft laughter subsided. “Who are we working with tonight?” you asked suddenly. Without looking up, Beth answered your question, filling in another answer to her puzzle. “Ava.” A slight smile graced your lips.

Ava was a sweet young woman. She was in her late teens and an incredibly hard worker. From what Beth had told you, Ava hadn’t had an easy life. Soon after she was born, her mother took off, leaving her with her grandparents. Her grandmother was an alcoholic and her grandfather was a tough, ruthless man. Ava had suffered a multitude of abuses at their hands but despite that, she grew up to be kind and sweet. As soon as she finished high school, she ran away from home with her boyfriend, Cody, and the two of them settled down in the nearby town, renting a small studio apartment.

Ava was taking courses at the local community college while her boyfriend was an apprentice under a logging company. They were both low level employees but they made enough to make ends meet. You’d met Cody on a number of occasions when he would come to pick up Ava and he always struck you as a quiet but polite and very kind person.

You glanced up at the clock on the wall and sighed. “I guess I better go clock in,” you murmured as the face read it was almost time for your shift to begin. Beth said nothing, merely nodding, as she continued her puzzle. You stood up and headed for the end of the counter, walking around to the side where the bar opened up. You flipped up the counter and stepped behind, dropping it back in place behind you before pushing open the door to the back.

Soft jazz played in the kitchen, floating through the air towards you and as you passed the dishwashing station, Ray came into view, preparing for the overnight shift and dancing to the music. You held back the urge to chuckle and turned the opposite direction to where the dry storage was. Back here was a place for employees to stash their bags and coats, a small coat rack in the corner between metal shelves that held bags of flour and sugar.

You removed your scarf and hat, tucking them into your coat pocket before pulling it off and hanging it up with your small purse. Once you had that done, you walked into the office, grabbing an apron and tying it on, checking the pockets for your usual pen and pad and grabbing an extra pad of paper and a few pens. You left the office, waving to Ray when he caught sight of you before pushing the door open and entering the bar area.

Walking over to Beth, you grabbed one of the styrofoam to go cups and filled it with ice and water, placing a lid on it and writing your name on the side of the cup in pen. Once you were done, you leaned against the counter, taking a sip as Beth grabbed the sign in sheet, housed in a black binder, and set it on the counter for you.

Grabbing one of your pens, you opened the book to the sheet for the overnight shift with the day’s date on it and signed your name and the time before shutting it and sliding under the counter to sit on the shelf with the other books ranging from accounting books to a phonebook. You watched Beth mess with her crossword for a few moments. “Ava is usually here by now,” Beth muttered under her breath, checking her watch.

You glanced up as the sound of a car pulling into the lot caught your attention. It was a black truck, an older model. The passenger door opened and out hopped Ava, no doubt calling a goodbye to Cody before she shut the door and headed for the diner entrance. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear,” you whispered jokingly, prompting Beth to raise her head as Ava entered the diner, eyes wide, nose red from the cold, and an apologetic smile on her face.

“I am so sorry, Beth!” she exclaimed as she walked towards the counter. Beth offered only a kind smile. “You’re not late,” you said, glancing at the clock. “You’re still 5 minutes early.” Ava apologized again and Beth merely waved her off, sending her to get her ready and signed in.

Beth finally finished her crossword puzzle and moved onto the next one. Ava joined you up front, tying her apron on. “Sorry again,” she said softly as she finished and you handed her the sign-in book. She quickly jotted down her name and time into the sheet before shutting and handing the book back to you.

“Today is our anniversary and we wanted to go for dinner. It ran longer than I expected,” Ava said as she quickly tied her hair up with a scrunchy, her bangs and a few face framing strands falling back down. “You have nothing to apologize for,” You said, taking another sip of your water through the straw. “And happy anniversary.” Ava smiled, her cheeks turning pink as she thanked you.

The next hour consisted of you and Ava taking turns taking booths and ringing in their orders. As usual, business didn’t pick up until well past midnight. The night travelers came in for a bite to eat or a much needed cup of coffee before filling up their vehicles and continuing on their way. The menu of the diner was varied and consisted of hamburgers and fries to breakfast items like pancakes or french toast and the usual suspects like ham, bacon, sausage, potatoes, eggs, and grits.

It had already been several hours into your shift when “the rush” as Beth called it was dying down. You were due off at any moment when Ava approached you. “Hey, Y/N,” she said softly as you were refilling napkin holders. You glanced up to meet her gaze and immediately, you knew you weren’t going to get off early. “I really hate to do this but do you think we could switch cuts? I’d really like to spend more of my anniversary with Cody before we have to go to bed and he gets up for work.”

You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been looking forward to getting off early to go home but unlike Ava, no one was waiting for you. Just your bed and a few houseplants. You figured you could also use the extra money. With a sigh, you set the now full napkin holder down and grab the next empty one.

“I suppose so,” you said with a smile, looking up at Ava in time to see a wide grin break across her face. “Oh thank you, thank you!” she said excitedly, throwing her arms around you in a tight hug that caught you off guard and off balance. Ava apologized, steadying you with her hands. “Thank you so much!” she said again. You nodded, waving your hand as you playfully dismissed her. “Enjoy your night,” you called as she moved to sign out of the book and head for the back.

She had already finished her side work before asking which was nice. Beth was behind the counter brewing more coffee when Ava returned, bundled up. “Can I place an order to go, Beth?” Ava asked. The older server finished setting up the coffee maker and turned to face Ava. “I need a slice of cherry pie and some ice cream,” Ava said. “One slice?” Beth asked, looking up at her. Ava nodded, looking down at her hands. “I’d like two but I’m short on money so one will have to do!” she exclaimed with a smile.

You finished filling the last napkin holder and started to grab them to put them back on the tables. As you approached Ava and Beth. “Give her a whole pie,” you said as you set a holder on the counter beside Ava. “I’ve got it covered,” you added, giving Ava a wink. Unshed tears shined in the young woman’s eyes as you continued past. Beth put in the order, calling back to Ray who appeared in the window. “A whole pie?! For two people?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh, who cares?” you called as you returned to the counter. “I’m paying for it, so it shouldn’t matter!”

Ray rolled his eyes and disappeared as you moved around to enter behind the counter. “The sugar caddies need to be filled,” Beth said as she grabbed the supplies from under the counter. “Bring me the caddies, I’ll fill them. Can you refill the ketchup and mustard?”

You nodded as you grabbed an empty tray and moved back, starting to collect all the small black containers from the tables and brought them to Beth who immediately began wiping them down. You then gathered up all the ketchup and mustard squeeze bottles and moved to the back to grab the containers to refill them.

Ava watched as you worked, bobbing her head to the music that played lightly over head. The door behind her opened and a man entered. He wore a leather jacket over a sweatshirt, a trucker hat, and light wash jeans with heavy work boots. Outside parked at the edge of the parking lot was a massive gray pickup truck with a large trailer attached to the hitch.

“Hi, welcome in,” Beth said, looking up and fixing the man with a smile. “Have a seat anywhere and we’ll be right with you!” The man thanked her and moved to take a seat near the end of the bar closer to where Beth stood. She moved over to stand in front of him and get his order while you worked on refilling the ketchup bottles.

“Can I ask you a question?” Ava asked suddenly. You glanced up for a moment before returning your gaze to your work. “Sure,” you replied. Ava hesitated before asking. “Have you ever been in love?”

Her question caught you off guard and you hesitated to answer. Love was a concept you’d never really had the opportunity to explore. Before you came to the diner, your life was very different. You’d never divulged your past to your coworkers and for good reason.

There was no way they would believe you were a former succubus and that before becoming human, you had served the legions of hell in your own twisted way. Nor would they believe you if you told them of the deal you made in exchange for your freedom.

[flashback] “Collect souls for me.” You looked up at him. “What?” He chuckled. “Not forever, obviously. How about seven? You mutilated ten men, …sooo let’s say ten male souls and we’re even?” He smiled at you and you looked around.

“Just ten male souls? That’s all?” you asked. He thought for a moment. “….how about this? You get me ten souls. I’ll forget this,” he motioned around at the carnage surrounding you before continuing, “ever happened. And, I’ll free you from Lily’s bond. How’s that sound, sugar?”

You jumped to your feet. “You’ll free me?” you asked quickly. He smiled at you. “I’ll free you. You have 10 human years. One soul per year.” He held out a hand and you took it, shaking once. “You’ve got yourself a deal, mister?” you asked. “Just call me Sam,” he smirked.

[back to present] “Y/N?” Ava’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “Sorry,” you murmured. “No,” you continued, a little louder. “I’ve never been in love.” ‘It’s always been in lust.’ Ava’s smile fell slightly. “Oh,” she said softly. “That’s a shame.” Silence fell over you, punctuated only by the ticking of the clock behind you on the wall above the kitchen window.

“Is it?” you asked, tapping the bottom of the ketchup bottle in your hand against the counter top. Ava met your gaze and you could tell she was trying to work out your reasons for saying what you said. “I’ve never had my heart broken,” you continued. “I’ve never been a slave to my emotions, no offense,” you added with a smile but Ava shook her head. “None taken,” she replied.

“I’ve always been my own person. Never been told what to do, free to make my own choices,” you added. That part was only partly true. It was only after you were freed from Sam’s deal that you were allowed to make your own choices. Lucy had set you free after punishing Sam for his illicit dealing.

You felt Ava’s eyes on you once more and offered her a smile. “I’m alright,” you said, noting the concern on her face. “You keep spacing off,” Ava noted. “You let this faraway look, like you’re being transported somewhere else,” she added. You chuckled, nodding as you screwed the cap back onto the last ketchup bottle. “You could say that.”

“So there’s never been anyone?”

Another memory floated to the surface of your mind. Seven memories in fact. Flashes of seven faces that sometimes still haunt your dreams. A family man trying to move on after a nasty divorce, the personal trainer who finally got out of a toxic relationship, the virgin you met in the university library, a shopkeeper of a quaint little bookstore nestled in the heart of the city, the two best friends celebrating a birthday and the bartender by night, med student by day. Each one had left a mark on you that you could still feel, even if you couldn’t see it.

“No,” you finally answered with a smile. “There’s been no one.”

Ava’s pie came up to the window, packaged up nicely with a small pint of vanilla ice cream. The timing couldn’t have been more perfect as Cody’s truck pulled up right as Beth set the pie and ice cream on the counter to bag them.

Waving goodbye as Ava exited, you returned to your side duties as a few more late night stragglers came into the diner, one taking a seat at the bar and another taking up one of the booths with their partner. You quickly got their orders and brought their drinks before finishing your side work. They ate quickly and left, no doubt on a long journey and eager to get wherever they were going.

As you took your dishes to the back and hopped in to start filling the dishwasher, Beth’s head appeared in the kitchen window to inform you that you had another table. You quickly finished your task and wiped your hands on a towel before exiting to the front.

The booth in the corner near the bathrooms was now being occupied. You glanced outside to see it was now snowing, thick flurries falling to the ground and silently you cursed, knowing you would have to walk home in this. Putting on a polite smile, you pulled out your pad of paper and a pen and walked over to greet the guest.

“Evening,” you said as you reached the table. “What can I get for…” you trailed off as the man looked up. Your eyes widened in shock at the familiar face looking back at you. He looked slightly different from the last time you’d seen him almost a lifetime ago. The same cat-like eyes, piercing and staring into your soul. There was something different about them, something not quite …human.

His hair was different, bright orange but it still suited him somehow. His skin was just as flawless but there was an inhuman glow to it. Almost like yours had been back… then.

“Hello, Y/N,” he said, his voice just the way you remembered all those years ago, back in the nightclub he worked in. “Long time, no see.” You stared back at him, hands shaking.

“K-Kihyun?”

A smile spread across his lips. “Aww, you remember me, I’m touched.”

His words deceived the smile he wore. It was laced with contempt and sarcasm. A thousand questions ran through your mind. Most of them were along the lines of how was he here and how did he even find you?

Kihyun glanced at the pad of paper in your hands before looking back up at you. “Aren’t you going to take my order?” he asked, a hint of a smirk on his face. You cleared your throat and glanced up to find Beth watching you with a mix of curiosity and concern. You wetted your lips and forced a smile. “What can I get you?” Your question came out forced but you were trying not to lose your shit.

Kihyun barely glanced at the menu before ordering a coffee, black. He kept his eyes on you when ordering and you could have sworn when he said the word black, his eyes flashed black. The entire eye, sclera included, flashed to black. Your heart skipped a beat, your blood running cold but as quickly as it happened, his eyes were back to the same brown.

“Anything else I can get for you?” you asked. Kihyun didn’t move, merely stared at you with those same piercing eyes. “Just the coffee while I decide what else I want,” he said simply and you moved away, thankful to put some space between you. You approached the counter, lifting the flap and moving behind to get the mug of coffee. Beth watched you approach before her eyes went back to Kihyun.

“I don’t like that man,” she whispered softly as you grabbed a clean cup and the handle of the coffee pot. You opted to say nothing, instead moving back to Kihyun’s table, setting the mug down wordlessly before pouring the dark, scalding liquid into the ceramic. He stared up at you as you did and you only looked at him after you finished pouring. “I’ll be right back to take your order,” you said flatly and walked away without giving him a chance to speak.

As you returned to the counter. Beth stopped you. “Do you want me to take this?” she offered, noticing your obvious unease. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat. “No,” you croaked before clearing your throat and offering her a smile. “No,” you repeated more clearly. “I got this.”

You swiftly returned to Kihyun, pen in hand. “So, have you decided?” you asked. Kihyun, who was currently looking at the menu, did not look up. Instead he spoke while looking at the menu and keeping his voice low so only you could hear him. “Sit down,” he ordered. You glanced at Beth who was busy cleaning the counter tops.

“I can’t sit down while I’m working,” you told him. Kihyun sighed, eyes shutting for a moment before he opened them and looked up at you. Stifling a whimper, you noticed his eyes. Black surrounding red irises. “Sit. Down,” he ordered again, his voice not sounding like his own. There was something terrifying about it and you did as he said, taking a seat across from him at the booth.

His eyes went back to normal and he smiled at you as he reached over to grab a couple of the creamers kept in a small dish on the table. “It’s been a while,” he noted as he opened the creamers one by one and poured them into the black liquid. You said nothing, watching as he stirred the cream into his coffee. “Six years?” he asked as he grabbed a couple packets of sugar, ripping them open and dumping their contents into the swirling liquid. “I-I lost count,” you whispered, watching his movements.

Kihyun looked up at you as he stirred the coffee, mixing the sugar and cream into the blackness, watching it turn light brown instead. “You’re looking well,” he said as he set the spoon down on his napkin and brought the coffee up to his lips and inhaled. “Very well, in fact.”

Your heart hammered in your chest. “Have you decided on your order?” you asked softly, noticing Beth in the background turn to watch your exchange with scrutiny. Kihyun, despite not turning his head once, took notice of Beth's change in demeanor.

“If she disrupts us, I won’t hesitate to kill everyone in this diner,” he warned, eyes flashing dangerously. “This is between us.” You glanced at Beth who started to walk forward but you waved her off, dismissing her and signalling you were fine. Beth nodded but still watched on with concern. Kihyun took a sip of his coffee and sighed. “Much better,” he said.

You swallowed thickly, watching as he set the mug down and looked up to meet your gaze, his expression blank. “I’d like the breakfast platter,” he finally said. “Eggs scrambled, bacon and sausage, toast on white bread, potatoes instead of grits, and two buttermilk pancakes,” he continued. You quickly scribbled all of that down and got up. As you passed, he reached out, grabbing your wrist tightly.

“Once you put that order in, come back. We have a lot to talk about and tell no one what I said. I will not hesitate to kill every single person in this diner,” he said in a dangerously low voice. Once you nodded wordlessly, he allowed your wrist to slip from his grip and you hurried over to where Beth was starting a fresh pot of coffee. You quickly rang in Kihyun’s order.

“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Beth asked in a low voice, leaning in so only you could hear her. “Mhm,” you answered with a nod. “That man gives me a bad feeling. Should we call Bart? I know it’s late but he’s on shift, maybe his presence will—” You shook your head. “No,” you said quickly. “I-I know him.”

Beth’s eyes widened. “You know that guy?” she asked. You nodded. “He’s someone I haven’t seen in a long time. I’m just shocked. I never expected to see anyone I know so far out here in the middle of nowhere,” you said, letting out a nervous chuckle. Beth’s concerned expression changed immediately. “You looked uncomfortable earlier so I thought something was wrong,” she replied. You shook your head. “No, just really surprised to see him all the way out here. It’s been years since I’ve seen him.”

Beth’s smile widened. “Well, go catch up with him!” she urged. “I got the rest of these orders. I’ll call you when his order comes up.” You thanked Beth and returned to Kihyun’s booth, taking a seat across from him as he took another sip from his mug and glanced outside.

The snow was falling heavier now, white blanketing the parking lot save for the tracks of tires that had driven into the lot for either gas or the diner. You wondered whether Kihyun had a car out there. “You’re a good liar,” he said finally in a low tone. You glanced at him to find him already watching you.

“Tricking your coworker into believing I’m not a threat. No different than the way you tricked me six years ago, is it?” he asked, tilting his head. Your breath caught in your throat. “About that,” you quickly tried to explain yourself. “I was trapped in this deal. I had no choice. It was that or death.” Kihyun sighed, leaning back against the back of his seat.

“If it was just casual sex, I could have understood. I wanted you so much back then. When you sat down at my bar, all I could think about was bending you over it and taking you right then and there, my job be damned. I wanted you so fucking bad,” he said, leaning forward, placing a hand on the table as he stared you down.

“But I decided that I should wait. Maybe get to know you better. So I went home. I went home and I was good. And then,” he hesitated, staring into your eyes, his gaze burning into you. “You infiltrated my dreams. My mind. You played with me,” he hissed, his hostile tone making you wince. “You fucking played with me and then disappeared leaving behind only a trace of you which I later learned was your mark. You fucking marked me. And then they came for me.”

Your eyes widened. “They what?” you whispered. “They came for me,” Kihyun repeated. “Said they were coming to collect.” Your stomach dropped as the realization dawned on you what he was saying. “That’s… not possible,” you whispered. “They said the deal was off and the marks were gone.” Kihyun’s eyes narrowed. “Is that what they told you?” he asked, a scoff escaping him.

“How naive have you become?”

You looked up at him before leaning forward. “I was told by the Queen of Hell herself that the deal was off. They never should have come for you.” Kihyun scoffed once more. “And demons are always so truthful, right?” he asked, narrowing his eyes and you knew what he was implying. “I never once lied to you,” you snapped, making sure to keep your voice down. “I never lied to you. We barely even spoke,” you added. “A little flirting and light banter but I never once lied to you.”

Kihyun snorted as he grabbed the mug of coffee and lifted it to take another sip. “You lied by omission,” he countered. “You never told me that you were there to put some sort of demonic hit out on me.” You winced at his tone. It was icy much like the air outside. “I was in a bind,” you explained. “I wanted to be free and the only way to do that was to collect the souls of 10 men. I was supposed to kill you.”

Kihyun raised his eyes to meet yours, a dark and sinister look on his face.

“When I’m finished with you, you’ll wish you had killed me.”

Before you could respond, Beth called your name. Looking up, you met her gaze and excused yourself, getting up and walking over to the counter where Beth set a plate loaded with eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, and toast and another plate with two buttermilk pancakes. “Everything okay over there?” she asked, checking in and under any other circumstances, you would appreciate it. But you were afraid she was going to catch on if she kept watching. “Yeah, we’re just talking about the past,” you told her. “You don’t have to worry,” you added. “If it looks like things are getting heated, it’s fine. He’s harmless.”

Beth nodded and you thanked her, moving to carry the plates over to Kihyun, setting them down in front of him. “The breakfast platter. Anything I can get you?” you asked in a normal voice. Kihyun looked up at you and you felt your stomach twisted at the way he looked at you. It wasn’t unlike how he’d looked at you all those years ago.

“Could you be a doll and refill my coffee?” he asked, showing you the empty mug. You nodded wordlessly but before you could walk away, he grabbed your wrist to stop you before sliding his hand down to yours, taking it and bringing it to his face. Your heart raced as he pressed your palm against his cheek, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling. “Get yourself a mug while you’re at it,” he added softly.

You glanced up to see Beth was watching and it suddenly made sense. He was putting on a show. “Fresh coffee, coming right up,” you said, pulling your hand away from him and walking over to the counter, slipping behind it and moving to the coffee pot, grabbing the pot and a clean mug. “That didn’t look like ‘nothing,’” Beth said softly as she watched you. You looked over at her, forcing a smile.

“It’s complicated,” you replied. “You told Ava you’ve never been in love,” she countered. “And I haven’t,” you answered. “I’ve never been in love.” Beth’s eyes wandered over to where Kihyun sat eating. “He’s clearly harboring something for you,” she said. You shook your head. “Maybe lust,” you answered. You looked over, meeting her quizzical gaze. “Like I said,” you continued. “It’s complicated.”

You left the counter and returned to Kihyun, pouring more coffee into his mug before setting the clean one down and pouring the black liquid into it. You returned to the counter, setting the pot down which Beth took and placed back on the warmer. You returned to the table as the last guest left the diner, opening the door, letting in a blast of cold wintry air.

You walked faster and sat down across from Kihyun as Beth cleared the other table, wiping the surface down and returned to the counter before disappearing into the back. “And then there were two,” Kihyun said softly. He held out a piece of bacon. “Bacon?” he asked, offering it to you. With a perplexed look, you shook your head, declining his offer.

“What do you want?” you finally asked as he ate. “Why are you here?”

Kihyun swallowed his food before taking a drink of his coffee which he had mixed more cream and sugar into while you left yours black. “I thought it was obvious,” Kihyun said as he set the mug down and looked up to meet your gaze. “I want to settle the score.”

Your blood ran cold at his admission. ‘Settle the score? What does that mean?’

“Wh-what does that mean?” you asked softly. “It means,” Kihyun started. “That I want to settle the score. Do you have any idea what happened to me? To all of us?” You shivered slightly. You knew the inner workings of the circles of hell. You knew exactly what happened to the souls unfortunate enough to be sent there.

“They tortured us. I was tortured. Made to endure horrible, physical pain, for a thousand years,” he explained. “All because of you.” You fought back the urge to cry, refusing to meet his eyes. He’d been through the same thing you had. Inhuman torture for a millennium until they gave you a choice. “And then one day, they offered me a choice,” Kihyun continued as he finished the food on his plate and pushed it aside, pulling the pancakes towards him and starting to cut them up.

“I could either continue to endure the torture for eternity,” he said. “Or join their ranks,” you finished for him, making him look up at you. “It’s the same choice they gave me,” you explained, raising your gaze to meet his. “I was also tortured but the difference between us is that I was tortured for thousands of years. Not a thousand. Thousands. Three millenia passed before they offered me the choice.”

Kihyun stared at you as you recounted the torture, the physical pain. “They…” you trailed off. “They punish you until you have no choice. They do it until they know you’ll break and accept their offer. Anything is better than the knives, the hooks, the burning…” you trailed off again, looking down at the mug of hot coffee in your hands, steam slowly rising from the surface.

“Anything is better than that.”

Kihyun leaned back, setting his fork down. “Three thousand years, huh?” he asked. You looked up at him, fresh tears pooling in your eyes. “Three thousand fucking years,” you hissed. “They sliced and stripped bits of my skin away, leaving the muscle exposed. Dug hooks into my flesh and hung me up like a slab of meat. Pulled teeth one by one, ripped finger and toe nails off one by one until I was little more than a lump of meat and then they did it all over again. Whips, hooks, spears, knives, acid baths. I experienced it all,” you explained as Kihyun stared at you.

“So forgive me for choosing to end my suffering. I never would have had to mark you had Sam not been following me that day,” you muttered. Kihyun tilted his head to the side. “Sam?” he asked, sounding genuinely curious. You looked up at him, a single tear falling from your eye and down your cheek.

Kihyun leaned forward, reaching out to take your chin in his hand before wiping the tear away. He sat back against the booth. “Who is Sam?” he asked. You let out a sigh. “He was Lily’s husband. The Father of all Incubi,” you explained. “Lilith is the Mother.” Kihyun nodded slowly. “I know Lily. I’ve never heard of Sam,” he replied.

“Sam, or Samael as he was also known, was Lily’s husband,” you started. “He was following me one day, I don’t know why, but saw me being cornered by a group of human men. This was after I’d already accepted my life as a succubus and I was in danger. I blacked out and when I came to, I’d slaughtered all the men. Sam saw me and threatened to tell Lucy,” you continued, recalling the moment when you were caught.

“In exchange for not telling Lucy what I’d done, Sam offered me a deal. Collect 10 human souls for him and he would free me,” you whispered. “I was scared. I didn’t want Lucy to know what I’d done. I thought she would end me or worse, send me back to be tortured for all eternity.” Kihyun nodded slowly, eyes narrowed as he listened to your story.

“So you accepted his deal to collect 10 souls for him?” You nodded wordlessly as he picked up his fork and continued to eat his pancakes. “He gave me 10 human years to collect them. One soul for every year. I never actually collected them. Instead I marked them. I seduced ten men and marked them for Sam to collect. I wasn’t going to be responsible for the actual killing of 10 men.”

Kihyun let out a scoff. “You’re just as guilty. You might as well have killed us,” he spat bitterly. You winced at his sharp words. “Maybe,” you said softly. “But when I met with Sam after the last mark, Lucy and Lily showed up. I’d managed to get a message to them about what was going on and tell them what Sam was doing. I had no idea that Sam was trying to undermine Lucy and was planning to overthrow her and take her throne. Lucy figured it out and in the end, she killed Sam for it.”

Kihyun’s eyes widened slightly. “I thought she was going to kill me, too,” you continued. “I expected it but instead, she told me I was free and that the deal I had made with Sam was null and void and that the marks had been removed. I had no idea that wasn’t true,” you added, looking up to meet Kihyun’s gaze.

“If I had known—”

“What? If you had known, what would you have done?”

You fell silent at his accusations. He was right. Deep down, you knew you would have done nothing. Not against the queen of hell. You merely ran and ran until it was all behind you. “I don’t know,” you whispered. Kihyun sighed, pushing his now empty plate away. “Like I said earlier, I’m here to settle the score,” he explained as he pulled out a black leather wallet and opened it, pulling out a few bills and tossing them down onto the table. He then looked at you.

“Give me your pad and a pen,” he demanded. You looked up at him and quickly pulled out your pad and a pen, handing them over. He flipped to a clear page and scribbled something down. “Come to this address after your shift,” he said as he placed something against the page and closed the pad before giving it and the pen back to you. He got up and you watched as he grabbed his coat from the bench.

It was only when he stood that you could see what he was wearing. A dark blue button down under a black suit jacket and black trousers. He pulled his coat on before pulling a scarf out of his pocket and wrapping it snugly around his neck. “If you don’t show up tonight,” he started as he buttoned his coat, looking down at you. “I’ll be forced to come to your place,” he continued.

“And you really wouldn’t like that.”

With that, he turned and headed for the door, pushing it open and stepping out into the icy wind and snow that was coming down even more. You watched as he walked out past the cars and into the parking lot, following his orange hair until the darkness swallowed him up. You grabbed the plates from the table and took them to the back, coming back for the cups.

Once the table was clear you picked up the money he left and went to ring him out. His total came to barely fifteen dollars but he’d left sixty. You were gobsmacked. He’d given you a 45 dollar tip. You cashed out his bill and put the rest in your apron pocket.

Beth finally returned and the rest of your shift went by without incident but your mind was on Kihyun. He’d tracked you down after 6 years. Did that mean the other nine would come to collect as well? Your thoughts raced as the rest of your shift ticked by, the clock counting down the minutes until you were free.

When your relief finally came in at 3 am, you were beyond terrified to get off work. You went through your side work, trying to extend it as much as possible, prolonging the inevitable but finally, Beth forced you to clock out. Gathering your things from the back, you contemplated not even going home. You remembered the address in the pad and grabbed it from your apron.

As you pulled the pages apart, you found the page and something fell out of it. Whatever he’d stashed among the pages. You bent down to pick it up. It was a crisp 100 dollar bill. He’d folded it and stashed it in your pad of paper. You picked it up and pocketed it.

When you left, the snow had let up slightly but the ground was still covered and you were going to have to walk in it. Beth offered to give you a ride but your home was in the opposite direction and you didn’t want her to risk it. You started the long walk, snow crunching under your feet as you walked.

The silence was deafening and eerie. Snowy nights always managed to creep you out because of the lack of sound and activity. You shrank in on yourself some more as you walked, trying to preserve the heat. As you neared your home, you wondered if this was to be your last night on this Earth.

Turning and walking down the snow-covered dirt road to your home was quiet and the dim yellow street light at the end of your driveway bounced off the snow, providing a little more light than usual but even so, you still pulled your phone out of your purse and turned the flashlight on to complete the walk.

You reached your small cabin, climbing the steps and pulling out your keys to unlock the door. Once inside, you removed your shoes and unbuttoned your coat, pulling it off and hanging it by the door. You moved through the cabin, turning on the lights and moving to the fireplace. You were about to start a fire when you remembered what Kihyun had said.

Instead, you moved to your bedroom, slowly stripped out of your work uniform and instead of pulling on your pajamas, you changed into some thermal base layers. You bundled up until you were confident you weren’t going to freeze on the walk to wherever you were going. You pulled out the paper and your phone, putting the address into the maps app to find out where you were going.

It was about a 20 minute walk from your place. Glancing at the clock, you sighed. It was nearing 4 am. Deciding it would be better to just listen, you pulled your boots over your layered socks before putting on your coat, your scarf, a hat, and ear muff for good measure. You checked the directions on your phone once more before pocketing the device and slipping on a pair of gloves.

You exited the cabin, locking the doors and headed down the steps, pulling a flashlight you grabbed from the shelf and turning it on. The walk was silent from your cabin to the road and from there you followed the directions, walking down the side of the road in the opposite direction of the diner.

As you walked, you wondered if you should be doing this or if you should just run. You had to admit, the idea of just leaving everything behind and running sounded appealing but knowing what you did about demons, it would only be a matter of time before you were tracked down again and next time, Kihyun might not be so courteous. No, this was the best course of action.

After about twenty minutes, you checked your phone to see you were close to your destination. You followed the directions. Your path took you to a fence and metal gate with a sign that read ‘no trespassing’ and you instantly were worried about getting caught by security. You found a gap in the fencing and squeezed through it, making your way across the abandoned complex until a large square shaped building came into view, appearing out of the darkness.

It looked to be a school of sorts. You stared up at it, taking note of the broken glass windows that littered the facade of the building until you noticed a dim light coming from one of the top windows that wasn’t broken. ‘Is that him?’ you wondered. ‘Only one way to find out.’

You walked towards the door, wondering if you’d even be able to find a way in but luck it would seem was on your side and you found the front door propped open despite the heavy, rust covered chains looped through the metal door handles and poorly holding them together.

You managed to wriggle your way through the doors and out of the wind. It was still cold but being inside and out of the snow and wind made a huge difference. You walked down the central hall, looking for a lift or some stairs. Some way to get up to the top floor where you’d seen the light coming from. At the back of the hall, you found a door and pulled it open, the bottom scraping against the tile floor until you were able to peer inside, shining your light in to find a set of stairs.

You pushed your way inside and started climbing them, taking care to tread lightly. You kept climbing the flights of stairs, stopping part of the way up on the landings to catch your breath. When you finally reached the top, you walked down the hall until it reached an intersection. To your left was nothing but darkness but to your right you could see a faint light.

You started in that direction carefully. As you inspected the walls, your suspicions on the building being an old school were confirmed with yellowed pieces of paper, drawings long since faded away hung from old, crumbling bulletin boards. Approaching the door, you could hear faint music coming from the room beyond. You reached the door at the end of the hall, finding it cracked and carefully pushed it open.

Inside, the room was bathed in the dim golden glow of a lamp. The walls indicated this was an old classroom. The walls had a few old posters, all faded with age. As you looked around, you caught sight of the source of the light and the music. All the old classroom furniture, the desks, chairs, teachers desk and filing cabinets had been pushed into the middle of the room, creating a sort of partition wall. On the other side was a makeshift apartment.

There was a table and chairs, a couch and table where the source of the music sat, a record player. Two end tables on either side of the couch had lamps that were the source of the light. Beyond the living area was a bed that looked well slept in and surprisingly comfortable. There was also a cast iron stove with a fire in the corner near the bed providing some much needed warmth.

You looked around but couldn’t seem to find the occupant which you could only assume was Kihyun as he had given you this address. As you moved further into the room, the sound of rustling could be heard. You looked around for the source of the noise but saw no sign of movement. Straining your years, you could tell it was coming from the corner opposite the cast iron stove.

Upon moving closer, you could see there was an opening in the wall which you could only assume was a closet. The rustling grew as you neared the open doorway. Glancing around, you saw something metallic lying on one of the old desks and grabbed it, realizing immediately it was a pipe. You held it tightly in your hand as you approached the closet, heart beat rising as you drew closer.

With one final surge of confidence, you rounded the corner and held the pipe high above your head but found the closet was empty. No sign of anything alive. As you lowered the pipe a voice rang out from behind you.

“What are you doing?”

You jumped, letting out a panicked yelp and turned quickly, finding a pair of familiar eyes staring at you. You raised a hand to your chest, placing it over your heart where you could feel it hammering in your chest. Kihyun gave you a puzzled look, noticing the lead pipe in your hand. He walked towards you slowly as you tried to regain your composure.

Carefully and gently, he took the pipe from you, keeping a hold on your hand as he tossed the metal aside with a dull thud as it hit the floor that was littered in a layer of newspaper. “Come here,” he said softly, guiding you over to the couch and sat you down, kneeling in front of you and watching as you gained control of your breathing.

“I see you still know how to make an entrance,” he joked as you tried to will your heart to calm down. You let out a nervous laugh at his attempt to amuse you. “I could say the same thing to you,” you quipped back. A smile spread across his face. It was completely different from the ones he’d given you earlier in the diner. Something about his demeanor had changed since then.

“You came,” you finally noted, not moving from his crouched position before you. “You didn’t really give me much of a choice,” you reminded him. Kihyun’s smile turned into a frown. It wasn’t a scowl or out of anger, more out of disappointment though you couldn’t fathom why he would feel that way.

“I uh, actually want to apologize,” he said softly, lowering his gaze as he reached up to scratch the back of his head. You stared at him, silence permeating the air as you waited for an explanation for his apology. “When I entered the diner earlier, I was angry. I was livid. I wanted to ruin everything for you,” he explained, a hint of anguish in his voice.

He looked at your hand, the one he held in his hand, and slowly removed your glove, exposing your skin. With the glove off, he turned your hand over and looked at your palm and wrist, taking note of the faint scarring. He glanced up at you, a look of surprise in his eyes. You looked away from him, from the reminders of your past.

“But I can see now you’ve suffered as much, if not more than, me,” he continued softly. “We’re not so different.” You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye as he ran his thumb over the scarring on your wrist. “When did this happen?” he asked quietly. He fell silent after asking, the sound of the fire in the stove being the only sound you could hear. He was waiting for you to answer him.

“A few months after Lucy set me free,” you finally answered, your voice breaking. “I… was wracked with guilt,” you continued. “Guilt for the atrocities I committed while in service to them. I was plagued with terrible night terrors. I couldn’t stand it. I tried to…” you trailed off, taking a deep breath to keep from crying. Kihyun looked up at you. “I was unsuccessful,” you said, blinking away the tears.

You met his gaze and the tears came back. “I am so sorry for what happened to you,” you said, your voice breaking even more. “It wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” The sobs you’d been trying to hold back finally broke through and you doubled over, the tears finally flowing freely. Kihyun didn’t move. Instead, he reached up, placing a hand on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “All I wanted was revenge,” he said softly. “Wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine but I don’t think that will make things right.”

Another sob escaped you, your body shivering. Whether it was from the cold or from your emotions, you couldn’t tell. You felt his hand move from the back of your head to cradle your chin and lift your head until your eyes met his. “I don’t think I need to tell you that I’ve changed my mind,” he said softly. “You’ve suffered enough.”

Through broken sobs and tears you nodded, clearing your throat before speaking. “We both have.” Kihyun took your face in his hands. “I promise you right here and now that after tonight, I won’t come back. I’ll leave you to live your life,” he whispered, wiping away your tears. “But you must do something for me.” Your eyes looked between his eyes, wondering what he could possibly need from you.

“Don’t fight me,” he said softly. “Give in to me.”

You felt your worries and anguish slowly melt away, replaced by a growing desire as you stared into his eyes. You knew this feeling. You knew this tactic. You’d used it plenty of times. He was clearing your mind in an attempt to seduce you. Fighting against it, you pulled back from his grip. “You don’t have to do that,” you stated quietly. “If you want me, just tell me.”

You could see his lips quirk into a small smile. “Fine then,” he said, sitting up on his knees, grabbing the front of your coat and pulling you towards him. “I want you, Y/N. Since laying eyes on you in the diner, I’ve wanted you. I need you. Please let me—”

You cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, your arms wrapping around the back of his neck as his hands fumbled with the buttons of your coat. You pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. He broke away a moment later, still fumbling with your coat. “You’re wearing too many layers,” he mumbled as he managed to open your coat. “It’s freezing outside,” you fired back, letting go of him long enough for him to push your heavy winter coat off of you.

You kicked off your boots as he pulled at your layers, pulling off the first sweatshirt and tossing it aside. Your pants joined them before he leaned in, capturing your lips in another heated kiss as you tugged at his clothes, undoing the buttons of his shirt. “Lift your hips for me,” he murmured, fingers pulling at your leggings. You did as he asked and he pulled the fleece lined material down your legs, tossing them aside before going for your top, the final layer.

He pulled it off over your head and dropped on the growing pile of clothes. His eyes raked over your form, taking in a sight he hadn’t seen in nearly six years. You took his momentary lapse to finish pulling the buttonholes of his shirt loose off the buttons and push the dark blue fabric off him. He was similar but at the same time, it was entirely new. It was clear that as an incubus, his physique had changed slightly, he was more muscular but still the same lean frame you remembered all those years ago.

Kihyun’s hands moved up your thighs to your waist. His words failed him as he continued to drink in your appearance. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he finally whispered, one of his hands moving up your body, ghosting over your chest to your neck. His fingers danced along your skin until his hand cupped the back of your neck and pulled you forward, crashing his lips against yours.

As he parted your lips, you let out a soft groan, your core aching to be touched and your arousal starting to pool in your panties. You felt his tongue slip past your lips, finding yours and tasting you. Your hands moved of their own accord, sliding down his torso to his pants and starting to undo them. Kihyun moved to grab your hands, holding them before he pulled back to look at you.

“Sit back,” he ordered. You did as he said, leaning back against the plush of the couch cushions as he released your hands and leaned in, pressing feather light kisses against your collar and moving down, leaving a path of kisses down the valley of your breast. His lips traveled further, skipping over your clothed sex as he grabbed your hips and dragged them to the edge of the couch.

He glanced up at you through his lashes before turning his head and kissing the inside of your thigh. Your head fell back as you felt his lips and tongue against your skin until he sank his teeth into the soft flesh and you let out a gasp that quickly turned into a moan as he sucked lightly.

Your hand moved to his hair, combing through the orange locks as his lips moved towards the apex of your thighs. Your breath caught as he neared your aching heat but he teased you, skipping over it again in favor of kissing and teasing the inside of your other thigh.

You squirmed under him, chest rising and falling as he nipped at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “K-Kihyun,” you sighed, tugging gently at his locks. You felt him smile against your skin. “Patience,” he murmured as he looked up at you. “I’m not going to leave you unsatisfied but you have to be patient.” You let out a low groan of frustration but followed it immediately with a gasp as you felt his tongue press flat against your cloth covered cunt.

He added pressure, pressing your panties against your throbbing clit. Instinctively, your legs spread and hips bucked towards him. Kihyun pulled back, watching your reaction as you whined, hips chasing his mouth. He chuckled softly and slipped his hands under your backside, grabbing your panties and pulling them down. You lifted your hips without prompting to help him get them off faster.

Once discarded, Kihyun took his time, inspecting your wet sex, spreading your folds, exposing you to the cool air. “I wonder if you taste just as good as I remember,” he murmured, not giving you a chance to respond before his tongue was dragging over your clit, making your body jolt. He groaned against you, tongue teasing the sensitive bud before lightly sucking.

You gasped out a curse, hands moving to his hair as he chuckled and pulled back. “Don’t stop,” you whined. Kihyun shifted, lifting your thighs over his shoulders before diving back in, his lips attaching to your clit, the tip of his tongue swirling around it. The sudden onslaught had you gasping, back arching off the couch. One hand carded through his hair, gripping it while the other found purchase on the couch cushion.

Each pass of his tongue over your clit had your body shaking. Your thighs were starting to tremble when he pulled back, ignoring your protests as he kissed up your stomach to your chest. He quickly undid the clasp of your bra and removed it, not caring where it landed. His mouth was on you immediately, taking one of your pert nipples into his mouth.

You felt his hand dip between your thighs, the tips grazing your folds before spreading them and gathering your wetness. Without warning, he slowly pushed two fingers into you aching heat, giving you some relief as his tongue continued to tease and circle your nipple. Once his fingers were buried past his knuckles he started to move them slowly, scissoring slightly before pumping them in and out of you.

It was a slow, torturous pace that had your hips chasing his touch. Kihyun never gave in, keeping the same pace as he suckled on the skin of your breast, letting your saliva-covered nipple fall from his mouth. He left a trail of wet kisses up your collar, kissing up the side of your neck and to the spot just under your ear. His fingers curled inside you, making you moan loudly. You heard him chuckle breathily against your ear.

“You sound so pretty,” he whispered. “Just like how I remember.” At this, he picked up the pace, fingers moving faster in and out of your sopping hole. You let out whimper, your grip on his hair tightening as your back arched, pressing your chest against his. “If you think this feels good, wait until I’m filling you with my cock instead, sweetheart,” he mumbled, nose bumping against the shell of your ear.

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers as he moved them even fast, stopping to curl them deep inside you. “You want that?” he whispered. “Want me to stuff my cock in this tight pussy? Want me to split you open?” You nodded fervently, whimpers and moans of his name falling from his lips as you slowly came apart on his fingers. “Beg for it,” he growled in your ear. “Beg me to fuck you.”

A cry escaped your lips as you felt him press his thumb against your clit, rubbing in tandem to the fingers thrusting inside you. “Come on, baby,” he muttered. “Beg me to fuck you and I will.” You tried to refrain from it, not wanting to give in so easily but when he slammed his fingers into you harder, rougher, making you cry out, you couldn’t hold back anymore.

“P-please,” you gasped. “Please fuck me.” Kihyun chuckled against your ear, his breath hitting your skin and causing goosebumps to erupt over your skin. “Please fuck me, what?” he cooed. He hadn’t given you instruction for this or any direction so you went with your instincts. You tugged his head back to force him to look at you. “Please fuck me, daddy.”

The sound he let out was almost animalistic as he pulled his fingers from your heat. His movements were quick, standing up and pulling you up. He grabbed you by the neck, carefully guiding you towards the bed where he forced you back onto it. You stared up at him as he finished your work of removing his pants and kicked them off along with his shoes. He climbed onto the bed, following as you scooted back until you were against the pillows.

Kihyun settled between your thighs, staring down at you with darkened eyes. “I won’t go easy on you,” he said softly, hands pressed against the mattress on either side of your head. “But I’m not going to hurt you this time.” You nodded, looking up at him, feeling his hot and hard cock pressing against the inside of your thigh. “I won’t break,” you whispered, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

“I promise.”

Kihyun dipped down, taking your lips in a surprisingly soft kiss at the same time he reached between you, guiding the head of his cock to your slit. He slowly rubbed against you, coating the tip with your arousal and spreading some of the precum that had gathered. “Safe word?” he asked, making your heart skip a beat. He hadn’t asked for one last time, granted you didn’t need one. It was strange having someone ask you. You wracked your brain for a moment before a smile spread across your face.

“Crimson,” you answered. Kihyun’s confused expression dissipated and without warning, he pushed into you, his cock slowly spreading your walls and filling you. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling. There were obvious changes to his body after becoming an incubus and this was one of them. His cock was bigger than it had been when he was human.

You choked out a moan as he continued to push into you, giving you every inch of his cock you could take until he finally stilled, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. “F-fuck,” he cursed, head hanging as he tried not to pull back and slam into you, instead letting your body adjust to him. “You’re much b-bigger than I remember,” you choked out, making him chuckle. “Sorry about that,” he mused, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You shook your head. “D-don’t be,” you replied. “Feels good.”

Kihyun’s brow rose and he slowly pulled back, his cock sliding out of you before he thrust back into you slowly, making you moan loudly and unrestrained. “Yeah?” he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Feels good?” You nodded quickly. “Yes,” you gasped. “Feels so good.” Kihyun repeated the same motion before setting a slow but steady pace, thrusting into you carefully.

“Kihyun, please,” you begged. “You can go harder. I’m not gonna break.”

With your encouragement, Kihyun obliged, pounding into you a little harder, a little rougher. You cried out, head thrown back as he rocked into you, his breath shaking as he was clearly holding back still. “Kihyun,” you whined. “Please don’t hold back.” He shook his head, eyes fluttering shut. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he groaned, his voice barely audible of the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

“Please,” you whispered, pulling him down into a kiss. “Please fuck me,” you whispered against his lips. Kihyun’s resolve melted immediately and he pulled back, grabbing the back of your thighs and pushing them down against your stomach as he threw all inhibitions aside, slamming into you roughly, making you scream out in pleasure. “Oh fucking hell,” you gasped, feeling his cock hit your cervix with each thrust. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you cried out.

Kihyun let out a growl as he held you down, his cock pistoning in and out of you at an inhuman speed. He was struggling to keep the pace, his thrusts becoming erratic. He let go of your thighs and put his full weight on you, keeping your legs in place as he thrust his cock down into you.

The only sounds filling the room were your wanton moans, his grunts, and the wet sound of his cock pounding your tight hole. “Fuck, I have to stop,” he groaned. “M’gonna cum if I don’t.” You shook your head. “No, no, no,” you whimpered. “Don’t stop!”

Kihyun ignored your desperate pleas and pulled out of you with a growl. You whined at the sudden emptiness. Kihyun sat back on his heels, breathing heavily. “Sorry,” he breathed. “I didn’t want it to end.” You propped yourself up on your elbows. “It’s fine,” you gasped. Kihyun stared down at you, moving to hover over you, taking you in a searing kiss.

You pulled him down, chest to chest, kissing him back. Your lips parted and his tongue immediately slipped into your mouth. You weren’t sure how long it lasted but you kept kissing him and allowing his hands to wander, gripping your thigh, your ass. One of his hands snuck between your bodies, cupping your chest. He pulled back, pressing light kisses down your neck to your collar. His hand continued to knead and squeeze your breast until he lifted his head.

“Roll over for me,” he finally said and pushed himself up. You did as he asked, rolling onto your stomach. His hands immediately smoothed over your backside, squeezing and spreading your cheeks. You let out a giggle as he lightly smacked your ass, watching it bounce back. “I don’t think I told you how much I love you body,” he said softly as he grabbed your hips and pulled you up onto your knees. You pushed your chest up and peered over your shoulder at him.

“No,” he said quickly, placing a hand on your back and pushing your chest down so your ass was up. You stayed like that for him, head turned to the side and cheek pressed against the bed as his hands ran along your sides and back to your ass again. You felt him spread your cheeks once more and let out a gasp as you felt something wet against your hole. “What would you say if I said I wanted to fuck this hole?” he asked, thumb spreading the drop of spit he left over your hole, smearing it around the skin.

Before you could respond, you felt him push his thumb into your ass and you let out a groan, fingers digging into the sheets. “Would you like that?” he murmured, grabbing his cock in his free hand and rubbing it against your cunt. “You want me to fuck your ass, baby?” You moaned as he pushed the tip of his cock into your pussy, wall eagerly sucking him back in. He kept his thumb in your ass as he bottomed out in your pussy, digging deeper into your walls and his cock pressing fully against your cervix.

“Maybe after I’ve used up this tight little pussy,” he muttered as he pulled back slowly, snapping his hips forward and filling you in a single thrust. You gasped, moaning out as he set a much faster and more relentless pace. He kept his thumb in your ass as he fucked you, using his free hand to hold your hips and pull you back against him as he buried his cock into you.

“C’mon, baby,” he urged. “Meet me halfway.”

You pushed back against him, driving his cock deep into you, making you cry out as the tip hit your cervix again. “Fuck,” Kihyun groaned, stilling as he guided you back on his cock, making you fuck yourself on him. “Just like that, kitten,” he whispered, watching his cock disappear inside you, a faint ring of your juices at the base of the shaft.

“Keep going,” he said, tightening his grip on your hip until it was almost bruising. “That’s it baby, fuck yourself on my cock. Good girl.” His eyes fluttered shut as you moved, ass hitting his hips but his thumb stayed firmly in place. He started to meet your thrusts, moaning when your walls clenched around him. “Yes, fuck,” he groaned. “That’s it baby. Keep going. You got this.”

You whimpered into the sheets, drool falling from your parted lips but you couldn’t be bothered to care, not when his cock felt so good, was hitting all the right places, and stretching you so deliciously. The feeling of his thumb buried in your ass was adding to the pleasure. “Come on,” he urged through gritted teeth. “I know you can go faster than that.”

You lifted your head but kept your chest against the bed as your grip on the sheets tightened and you pushed back against him, meeting his thrusts and making you see stars. Your face contorted in pleasure as your orgasm approached quickly. “F-fuck,” you gasped. “M’gonna cum!” Kihyun let out a strangled moan, feeling your walls constrict around him. “Let go,” he moaned. “Come for me, baby.”

You let out a high pitched moan as your orgasm washed over you. Thighs shaking as waves of ecstasy rolled over you, heat spreading throughout your body from the tips of your fingers to your toes. A blanket of euphoria enveloped you, white stars filling your vision as you came. Your climax spurred Kihyun’s on as he fucked you through most of it before he finally came with a growl, burying his cock as deep into you as he could, thick ropes of hot cum filling your cunt and painting your walls.

You continued to clench rhythmically around his cock, milking him for every drop he had and emptying his entire load into you until it started to spill out of you. The feeling of his sticky seed sliding down the inside of your thighs already coated in your own release sent you over the edge again and you came once more, hole pulsating with him still inside you and pushing more of his cum out of you.

Kihyun sighed, pulling his thumb from your ass and running his hands up your back to your shoulders. He gave you a sharp, deep thrust, making you cry out. He wasn’t finished. His cock still hard and throbbing inside you, he started a relentless and merciless pace, pounding into you as if his life depended on it. After just a few moments of this, he sent you spiraling with another orgasm before his second release exploded, filling you much more violently than before. Your stomach ached as his seed seeped into your womb, filling it with an impossible amount.

By the time he finally finished, there was a small bulge just under your navel and the inside of your thighs were coated in his thick release. He slowly pulled out of you, more of his cum spilling out of your spent hole until his cock finally slipped free and you winced. Your body slumped over as Kihyun got off the bed and disappeared for a moment.

When he returned, he had a cloth and was wiping the inside of your thighs, cleaning the remnants of his mess. Once that was done, he climbed onto the bed, pulling back the covers and laying you in the depths, covering both of your bodies up. “Kihyun?” you called softly and he pulled you close. “Yes?” he asked just as softly. “Will you still be here when I wake up?”

He hesitated to answer. The truth was no, he would not and somewhere deep inside yourself, you knew that but you didn’t want him to leave. You wanted him to stay. Opting to feed into your delusion, Kihyun pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “Yes,” he whispered into your hair. “I’ll be here when you wake.”

You settled into his arms, eyes shutting as sleep took over your form and everything went black.

The snow crunched underfoot as Kihyun walked towards the building, looking up at the high rise. The city wasn’t his favorite place and he hated it ever since his return to the surface. The building was unoccupied, allowing him to climb the stairs from the ground floor to the top. He climbed the last flight of stairs, pushing open the door leading to the roof.

The wind whipped around, blowing his coat in the wind as he walked towards the figure standing near the edge. He stopped a few feet away, squinting in the brightness of the snow blanketing the city. The skies were a dull gray, conveying the feelings stirring deep inside him. The contempt he felt for the person who stood with their back towards him.

“I’m not doing this anymore,” Kihyun said plainly. “I’m done playing your game.”

The figure didn’t move but Kihyun didn’t need them to, he’d said his piece. He started to turn but the figure finally spoke.

“You’re done?” they asked. Kihyun turned his head slowly to look at their back. “You think you can just decide when to listen to orders?” The figure turned to face him. Her black and yellow eyes gave him the chills but what scared him even more was the wicked grin on her face. “I told you to collect,” she said, her voice dangerously low.

Kihyun narrowed his eyes. “No,” he snapped. “Get someone else to do your dirty work. I’m done.” As he started to turn away, he was suddenly grabbed around the neck by a blackened, clawed hand and lifted off the roof.

“You’re done when I say you are,” a deep, animalistic and demonic voice said. It sounded like a thousand voices were speaking at once. “Go fuck yourself,” Kihyun choked out, grabbing at the hand around his throat. “Sorry,” she said with a sarcastic grin. “You aren’t my type.” She dropped him, stepping over him as he crumpled to the ground.

“Don’t make me tell you twice. Get. It. Done.”

Kihyun got to his feet and started after her. “Lucy!” he shouted, making her stop and turn to look at him. “I said find someone else,” he growled as he reached her. She glared up at him. “How dare you—” Kihyun caught her hand as she tried to swing at him. The woman’s eyes widened as Kihyun overpowered her, throwing her back across the roof, following as she rolled and quickly scrambled up.

“I told you,” Kihyun said, pushing her back, making her stumble towards the edge of the building. “Find someone else. I am done.” Lucy stopped at the edge, glancing back at the city below. “I’ve collected plenty of souls for you,” Kihyun started. “Pick someone else to be your little lap dog. I’ve served my time.” Lucy glared at him again, eyes narrowing. “I am the Queen of Hell,” she snapped. “You are my servant. You will do as your queen commands.”

Kihyun ignored her and started to turn away. Again, Lucy lashed out but Kihyun was prepared, easily dodging her attempt to grab him once more and simply pushed her. The woman’s eyes widened in shock as she struggled to maintain her balance but Kihyun gave her one final push, shoving her over the edge. As she toppled over, plummeting towards the city below, Kihyun watched her for a moment.

“Long live the queen,” he murmured before turning away and making his way back to the roof access door.

You awoke with a start, eyes snapping open and sitting up quickly. You looked around, finding yourself in familiar surroundings. Your cabin. A wave of sadness washed over you as you looked around. Your clothes were in a pile on the floor next to your bed and you were entirely naked under the covers. A small fire had burned throughout the night and only the embers were still lit.

You shifted, turning towards the rest of the cabin and finding it entirely empty.

‘He lied,’ you thought to yourself. As you started to scoot towards the edge of the bed, you heard a sound you hadn’t picked up on before. The sound of water running. ‘The shower?’ you wondered and slipped out of bed, pulling the sheet with you as you moved towards the bathroom door. You carefully pushed it open to find the room full of steam and the shower running.

You peered in, finding a figure in your shower. You glanced back towards the door and found not only your coat hanging up but another one. Your eyes went to the knife block sitting on the counter in the kitchen and contemplated running to grab one. As you were contemplating this, the glass door to the shower rolled open and a voice called out.

“Oh, you’re awake!”

You turned to find Kihyun looking back at you. All tension disappeared as you stared back at him. “What the…” you trailed off, looking at him in total shock. He smiled at you. “I know I promised I’d be there when you woke up,” he said. “But I really needed a shower.” You let out a laugh of relief. “So, you gonna just stand there or you gonna join me?” he asked, nodding at the sheet you held around your body.

You glanced down and then back up to find a smirk on his face. “Oh,” you said. “Right, lemme just put this back.” Kihyun let out a chuckle as you returned to the bed and braved the cold air of the cabin in your nudity to join him in the shower. You stepped into the stall and shut the door behind you, turning to face him.

Immediately, he enveloped you in a warm, wet embrace, pulling you under the hot stream of water. He peppered your face with kisses. “We only have so much hot water, might as well share it,” he said in between kisses, making you giggle. His lips trailed down the side of your neck. “Already?” you asked as his hands moved, sliding down your wet body. Kihyun chuckled against your skin, pulling back to look at you. “Why not?” he asked softly, reaching up to cup your cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

Your cheeks burned under his heated gaze, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. Eyes fluttering shut, you leaned into his caress before looking up at him. “Yeah, but we don’t have all the hot water in the world.” Kihyun laughed, throwing his head back. “You’re right there,” he said. He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Remind me when we’re done in here to call a contractor out here,” he murmured against your lips.

“Why?” you asked as he pulled back. “If we’re going to live here together, we have to make a few changes,” he answered. “Live here?” you asked. “T-together?” Kihyun’s smile fell. “Do you not want to?” he asked. You shook your head. “No, I do,” you answered quickly. “I just… wasn’t expecting you to actually be here when I woke up.” Kihyun took your face in his hands pulling you into a sweet kiss.

“Well, I’m here,” he whispered. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

A smile spread across your face. “Ever?” you asked. He nodded, pulling you closer against his body.

“Never, ever. You’re stuck with me forever.”

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accirax · 3 days ago

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Valentine's Day is fast approaching on the set of DRDT... sounds like time for a sequel! 💕

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #monotv #eden tobisa #whit young #fanganronpa #fangan valentine's special 2025 #WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK!! i missed doing holiday/month based comics :.)#if the caption didn't make it clear this is also the unofficial sequel to 2023's secret santa saga #so like that comic series this takes place in an AU where the secrets motive didn't work and therefore everyone is still alive #(and monotv is peddling some exceptionally silly motive ideas in its wake)#as for those theorizing about the “unless”: i imagine you might conclude that there are two main ways this could go #and i'll tell you that i went with the less self-centric of the two options lol :P #if you have no idea what i'm talking about then. you'll see what i mean in the next installment tomorrow!!!#my art #comic #fanart

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mononijikayu · 6 days ago

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good old–fashioned lover boy — fushiguro megumi.

“Hey, Megumi?” you asked suddenly, your tone unusually serious. He sighed, bracing himself. “What?” “I like you.” His brain short-circuited. His hand jerked, and his ice cream wobbled dangerously on its cone. "Huh?"

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence;

WARNING/S: afab! reader, use of feminine pronouns, post-shinjuku showdown, post-hidden inventory arc, aged up fushiguro megumi, fluff, friends to lovers, romance, romantic relationship, pet names (babe, megs, kiddo, cactus, etc), humor, teasing, light-hearted, healthy relationship, being in love, slice of life, domestic life, living together, friendship, family, anxiety, self-doubt, encouragement, depictions of anxiety, depiction of healthy relationship, depiction of self-doubt, sorcerer! megumi, gojo! reader;

WORD COUNT: 7k words

NOTE: this went through so much adding, removing and editing cause i kept adding so much and i didn't want this to be something that was too long, considering i want people to not be impatient with me too,,,,,in any case, megumi beat his dad in the last poll season for valentines special which is funny but no worries, toji will appear in the 2.5k follower special!!! in any case, i hope you enjoy this, even a little bit. i love you all so much!!! <3

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HE NEVER THOUGHT HE WOULD EVER GET TO THIS POINT. Even when he was young, he wondered what love really looked like. At least of what he could remember of it, he knows. He wasn’t an expert on love, per se.

But he had seen and experienced so many versions of it, each one different from the last, all passing through his rather short life one after the other.

Some of it was truly a memory that would be worth forgetting, too messy and too complicated, tangled up in unspoken words and distance, yet still undeniably present. Others felt like they belonged to live forever, with its genuine warmth and its eager simplicity, yet always just out of reach.

When he thinks about both of them, it feels like sunlight slipping through his fingers, like a home he could see but never fully step into. It was hard to express these feelings sometimes, because at times he doesn’t know if any words can encapsulate such overabundance and its extremes. He thinks about it often, how love can take on so many forms.

How it can be obnoxiously proud and boisterously loud,like Gojo Satoru’s laughter echoing through any room when they’re together, or dazzlingly silent and resiliently tender, like the way his sister Tsumiki used to squeeze his hand just to let him know she was there when his father left.

Love can look a lot like sacrifice, like choosing someone else over yourself. It was just that way to him when you love someone. It can be fleeting, burning bright and disappearing before you ever get the chance to hold onto it.

And just as much, love has many colors, many words, many textures. It can be the rough scrape of bandages being wrapped around bruised knuckles, or the soft hush of a whispered be careful.

It can be the weight of someone's winter coat draped over his shoulders when he didn’t even realize he was cold. It can be the exhaustion in someone’s voice when they say I’ll be fine, don’t worry about me—even when they clearly aren’t, even when they want to say it out loud.

For a long time, Fushiguro Megumi thought love was something you had to earn. He always thought that it was something you had to be worthy of in order to gain. That if you weren’t good enough, strong enough, or needed enough, it would slip away, leaving nothing but empty space where it once existed.

For as long as he could remember, Megumi carried a gnawing doubt within him. He couldn’t help it. There was a certainty in his soul that love was something distant, always out of reach.

No matter how much he was reminded he mattered, that doubt lingered like a shadow at the edges of his heart. He didn’t know where it came from exactly, only that it had burrowed deep inside, whispering that he was undeserving.

At times, he wondered if love was something some people were simply never born to have. Maybe it was a gift reserved for those with a past worth cherishing or a future worth hoping for.

He had neither. He didn’t even know how he had come into this world or who he was meant to be. How could someone who didn’t know themselves be worthy of love?

But then in his doubt, came the truth and that was named you.

You who was like the meteorite that crashed on his Earth.

You who was the universe he found himself alive for the first time.

And suddenly, the thought of love, the very word, feels like something else entirely. The word somehow finally made sense. Something he doesn’t have to chase or fight for.

Something that stays. Something that holds his hand and meets him where he is, rather than waiting for him to catch up. And more than ever, his heart felt full of warmth in the spring of love.

Fushiguro Megumi never expected to find love’s truth, not like this. And certainly not with someone like you. The two of you were just too different, especially when you were children. He didn’t understand why Gojo Satoru thought that it would be a good idea for you both to meet.

He was all quiet brooding and thoughtful stares, while you were a storm of energy and laughter, moving through life like gravity itself. Megumi could easily remember the first time Gojo Satoru introduced you both when you were children.

You were Gojo’s little niece, his only one and since he and Tsumiki were the only kids around your age, he thought it would be wise for you to meet them, especially Megumi.

But what was premonition on Gojo Satoru’s part was that the two were destined to be best friends. Though back then, he looked at him with a weird look that could only be akin to a cat’s soured frown.

What was Gojo about? Megumi couldn’t help thinking. And why does he keep talking about it with a grin on his face? I don’t even know the kid.

"You'll love her, Megumi!" Gojo grinned, ruffling his dark hair with an obnoxiously affectionate hand. "She's just like me—minus the blindingly handsome part."

Megumi scowled, swatting Gojo's hand away. "That sounds like a nightmare."

Gojo gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. "A nightmare? Me? You wound me, kid."

"Good." Megumi muttered.

Gojo chuckled, unfazed. "Seriously though, she's great. Full of energy, adventurous, charming—"

"Loud." Megumi deadpanned.

"You're not wrong, kid." Gojo admitted with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "But that just means she’ll bring some excitement into your broody little life. Trust me, it'll be fun!"

"Your definition of fun is questionable." Megumi muttered.

Before he could come up with a decent excuse to escape this impending chaos, Gojo Satoru stops at one of the massive wooden buildings around the gardens. Fushiguro Megumi could not mentally prepare as you came barreling around the corner, waving enthusiastically towards the,.

"Uncle Satoru!" you shouted gleefully, sprinting toward them.

"There's my favorite niece!" Gojo grinned, catching you in a playful spin before setting you down.

You giggled. “But I’m your only niece!”

“And that’s why you’re my favorite, sweets.” He ruffles your hair too, eliciting another giggle from you. "Hey, sweets, I came with a visitor. This is Megumi. He's about your age, and I'm officially declaring you two best friends starting now."

"Best friends?" you tilted your head, scrutinizing Megumi like he was some science experiment. "He looks grumpy, uncle Satoru."

Megumi crossed his arms, his expression flat. "And you look annoying."

Your face scrunched into an exaggerated pout. "And you look like a cactus."

Gojo, who had been sipping from a juice box like some oversized child, promptly choked and burst into uncontrollable laughter. "Oh, I love this already. Besties immediately!" he wheezed, wiping a tear from his eye. "You two are gonna be perfect together."

Megumi's brows furrowed. "What does that even mean?"

"Cactus vibes." you said confidently, tapping your chin. "Tall, spiky, and grumpy."

"I am not grumpy." he protested, though his tone only made your point stronger.

"And yet here we are, cactus!" you quipped with a cheeky grin.

Gojo cackled, slinging an arm around Megumi's shoulders. "You are kinda cactus-y, kid. But hey, she’s got the sunshine to balance you out. You might even grow a flower or something."

Megumi sighed in defeat. "I don’t need metaphors from you of all people."

"Don’t worry, cactus boy." you grinned, poking his arm. "I like a challenge."

"Great." Megumi muttered under his breath. "Now I’m stuck with a loud weirdo and a lunatic white haired old guy."

Gojo clapped his hands together triumphantly. "See? This is friendship in the making."

Megumi glared at both of you, but Gojo’s laughter and your bright smile made it hard to hold on to the scowl. Maybe Gojo wasn’t entirely wrong—though he wasn’t about to admit that anytime soon. Not just yet. He wasn’t one to give in just because there was space for it.

Megumi sighed, already regretting every decision that had led him to this moment. "This is going to be a disaster."

"Disaster?" you grinned wickedly. "Sounds fun!"

Gojo clapped his hands together, beaming. "See? Told ya you'd love her."

Megumi grimaced. "I'm already doubting that."

From the start of you two starting to play together, you easily grated his nerves. He hated how loud you were, hated how you always seemed to find trouble at every turn, and somehow, at every sudden thought you had, you easily managed to drag him into it too.

And that was perhaps the most infuriating part: he hated how effortlessly you pulled him into your orbit. But the truth was, he never really hated you at all. He liked you, genuinely and deeply, in a way that bewildered him. He just didn’t understand it back then.

"Come on, Megumi! Don’t be boring!" you'd whine, tugging insistently on his arm as a mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. "Help me put these fart pillows on their chairs!"

Megumi stared at you, deadpan. "You're going to get us both in trouble."

You waved off his concern like it was a pesky fly. "Trouble? Nah. It'll be hilarious. Just picture it with a very vivid imagination. The Gojo elders, all serious and proper, sitting down to a pfft! symphony. Priceless!"

"I like being boring." he grumbled, firmly rooted in place even as his feet betrayed him by inching forward.

"No, you pretend to like being boring, Megs." you shot back confidently, dragging him along despite his weak protests. "Deep down, you’re just waiting for me to show you how fun life can be."

Megumi sighed heavily. "You have an overactive imagination."

"And you have underdeveloped prank skills." you retorted with a grin, tossing him one of the cushions. "Come on, you're already in this. May as well go all in."

He stared at the cushion in his hand, weighing the likelihood of Gojo elders delivering a stern lecture versus the small, treacherous part of him that was curious about their reactions.

"Fine." he muttered, resigning himself to chaos. "But if we get caught, this was your idea."

"Deal!" you grinned triumphantly. "Now, put that under the grumpiest elder's seat. It'll be poetic."

Megumi couldn't suppress the faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he followed your lead. Chaos was inevitable, but with you, it was never boring—and maybe, just maybe, he didn’t mind that so much.

“You’re always scowling, do you notice?” you teased, nudging his shoulder. “But I’m pretty sure you don’t actually hate me, y'know.”

Megumi rolled his green-blue eyes. “That’s debatable.”

“Oh please, you’re basically glued to me at this point.”

“You glue yourself to me.” he countered, lips twitching despite himself.

“Admit it, Megs!" you grinned. "You like me.”

He sighed, long and exaggerated, like he was being asked to move a mountain rather than admit his feelings. "Maybe." he muttered under his breath, the word barely audible.

But it was enough for you. Your entire face lit up, your grin brighter than Gojo's sunglasses on a summer day. "Is that a maybe from Megumi? I'll take it!"

He groaned inwardly, already regretting his choice of words.

But the warmth spreading through his chest betrayed him.

Perhaps, the truth is that there was no maybe about it.

And over time, as the days blurred into years and you remained firmly by his side, continuing to drag him into your schemes when he came around the Gojo manor, making him laugh when he least expected it, and somehow softening his rough edges. He would have figured it out. There were more words for you than just like.

It hit him one afternoon during a clan gathering. The elders were droning on about something he wasn't paying attention to, but his green-blue orbs were somehow trained on you, standing across the garden path, animated as always.

Then he showed up.

That stupid clan boy with a perfectly styled ponytail and a smug look that Megumi immediately decided he hated.

Megumi's eyes harshly narrowed as the boy leaned in, all charming confidence, and reached for your delicate hand. He watched as your fingers slid easily into the boy's, and something inside him snapped. Something he never expected to be inside him whatsoever.

"Nope." Megumi muttered under his breath, already stalking across the garden before he could think better of it.

You blinked in surprise as Fushiguro Megumi suddenly appeared beside you, his strong hand suddenly and possessively wrapping around your own hand, pulling it free from his new enemy, the Ponytail Boy's grip.

"Hey, I was talking to her, you punk." Ponytail Boy protested.

"She's busy." Megumi said flatly, not even sparing the guy a glance.

"I am?" you blinked up at him, amused.

"Yeah. With me."

You bit back a laugh, warmth blooming in your chest as you squeezed his hand. "Well, when you put it like that..."

As Ponytail Boy slunk away, clearly outmatched by Megumi's sheer intensity, you grinned up at him. "Jealous much?"

"No." he said far too quickly, his ears turning an undeniable shade of pink.

You beamed. "Adorable."

"You're imagining things." he grumbled, but his grip on your hand remained firm.

And in that moment, without needing to say a word, you both knew: there was never a maybe. Not for him, not when it came to you.

Fast forward to Valentine’s Day, 2017.

This was a day that was already testing Fushiguro Megumi’s patience with all the pink balloons, heart-shaped everything, and couples everywhere. It was hard enough that he felt these possibly one–sided feelings for you. But now he had to be confronted with the idea of love once again. And he hated it. He hated it too much.

The only reason he’s bearing with all of it was that you had urged him to meet up because you wanted ice–cream. And for the first time in a long time, you were allowed to leave the confines of Gojo Manor, to visit your uncle in Tokyo. And by extension, hang out with him.

The two of you sat on a park bench, quietly enjoying your cones under the peak of the beam of the persistent sun. Well, he was trying to enjoy his, but you kept sneaking bites from him despite having your own. And he could not for the life of him stop taking glances at you with these eyes of his.

“Hey, Megumi?” you asked suddenly, your tone unusually serious.

He sighed, bracing himself. “What?”

“I like you.”

His brain short-circuited. His hand jerked, and his ice cream wobbled dangerously on its cone. "Huh?"

“I said.” you grinned, clearly enjoying his reaction, “I like you. Like like-like you.”

Megumi blinked, as though processing your words required advanced calculus. “Is this... is this because it’s Valentine’s Day? Like some weird theme confession? Is this some stupid prank from you?”

You laughed. “No, dummy. I just thought today was as good a day as any to tell you."

He stared at you, his heart doing some chaotic drum solo against his ribs. “Oh.”

“Oh?” you teased, leaning closer. “That’s it? Just oh?”

Megumi huffed, looking away as if the pigeons nearby were suddenly fascinating. “I... I guess I like you too.”

You gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh, was that a confession? Did Megumi Fushiguro just confess his feelings, romantically?”

“Stop making it weird, you dummy.” he grumbled, ears turning bright red.

“Too late!” you beamed, nudging his arm. “We’re totally counting that as your confession. Mark it in the history books: Valentine’s Day, 2017, Megumi Fushiguro admitted he likes me!”

He groaned. “I should’ve dropped my ice cream and run when I had the chance.”

“But you didn’t.” you teased, bumping his shoulder.

“No." he muttered, hiding a small, reluctant smile. "I didn’t."

And so began Fushiguro Megumi’s unexpected, often confusing, and undeniably heartfelt adventure to understand love.

Love, as it turned out, wasn’t some abstract ideal or distant fairy tale — it was you, standing right in front of him, messy and beautiful in all your chaotic brilliance. Love was shaped by you, and to him, that made it the most perfect thing he could ever hope for.

But he had to be honest: it wasn’t easy. And it will never be easy.

He struggled with it more than he cared to admit. Love wasn’t just about keeping you safe, though his protective instincts always flared when you tripped into trouble. It wasn’t just quiet affection either, where he'd stand in the background making sure you had space to shine. Love wasn’t just comfort found in familiar silences, though he cherished those too.

No, love was new.

Love was terrifying.

Love demanded vulnerability and bravery in ways that battles never did. Because of this love, his heart would stutter when you smiled at him, catching him off guard like a punch he never saw coming.

It made his chest ache in a strange, bittersweet way when you were upset — as though he carried your burdens alongside his own. It made him want to try, even when his instincts told him to retreat into silence.It made him want to be someone worthy of that love, someone who would stay, despite the part of him that feared he never could.

It’s in the little things, the moments that are easy to overlook if you’re not paying close attention. But when you do, when you really see him, it’s impossible to miss the depth of his love. And you tell him each time, you adore it. Everything about it was perfect.

It’s the way he loves you in the quietest and yet loudest way all at once so beautifully. It’s in the way he waits for you after class, leaning casually against a wall, trying to look indifferent, but you know—you always know—he’s been there for much longer than he lets on.

It’s the way he keeps track of your favorite snacks, the ones you forget to buy when you’re too busy with school, work, or whatever else life throws at you. And when you’re rushing out the door, he slips them into your bag with a quiet, almost invisible smile. No words, just a simple gesture of care that makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

It’s in the way he insists on walking on the side of the road closest to the street, always positioning himself between you and the traffic like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His hand brushes against yours, ever so lightly, but there’s a promise there—a silent vow of protection, of never letting anything bad happen to you if he can help it.

It’s in the way he takes off his uniform coat on a chilly evening when he visits you and presses it against your own body, his eternal warmth enveloping you like a shield against the winter cold. The way his hands linger just a little longer than necessary, his fingers grazing your skin in a way that speaks volumes about how much he cares.

And it’s not just in the little things. Sometimes, it’s in the quiet way he listens when you talk about everything that’s on your mind, even the things you think are too insignificant to mention.

You could ramble on for minutes, spilling out thoughts, worries, and stories, and he’ll just stand there, eyes blossoming with affection, his attention never wavering.

He doesn’t interrupt, doesn’t offer unsolicited advice. He just listens to you. Just truly listens to you, as though he truly wants to understand you, to carry your thoughts for you if he can. To make sure that he holds your thoughts as closely as you do his.

It’s in the rare moments when he’s vulnerable, those quiet admissions that sneak out when he thinks you’re not paying attention. The way his gaze softens when he talks about his past, about how he’s learned to trust you.

It’s in the way his hand finds yours when you least expect it. Sometimes just a brush of fingers, other times a firm grip that says I’m here, no questions asked.

And there’s the way he tries to make you smile when he knows you’ve had a bad day. He doesn’t have to try hard, because you know the secret behind his subtle humor, his dry wit. Just a look from him can turn the world back to normal, like the simple fact that you’re together is enough to make everything right again.

And in those little moments, your heart beats faster—over and over again.

Somehow, each moment, each time was louder with love than the last.

It was easy to see how much he loved you and only you.

Of course, Fushiguro Megumi isn’t great with words, you know that much. He’s told you from the very beginning. But he’s never needed to say much, because he always shows you. Actions meant more to you.

So, he makes sure, without fail, to let you feel his devotion, every single time. Even when his words falter or he stumbles on his feelings, that doesn’t matter much to you.

The way he loves you is almost a quiet rebellion against everything he's known about himself, about what he knows love, that was enough to turn the world upside down. Fushiguro Megumi’s never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve and even with you, it causes him a lot of grief.

Fushiguro Megumi adores you, much more than he could ever hope. And just as much, he feels like he fails at it. At least that’s how he feels about it. He thinks he just can’t help it.

He can’t help but feel like his actions are not enough, that his sleeve isn’t wearing your heart close to him. It’s like he’s falling short of being someone worthy of you, when you do so much for him.

Sometimes, it feels like no matter what he does, it isn’t enough. It frustrates him, gnaws at him late at night when he stares at the ceiling, wondering if he loves you enough, if he shows it enough.

Because you make it look so easy. You laugh when you’re happy, you say I love you so freely, and you never hesitate to pull him into a hug, or press a soft kiss to his cheek.

He wants to be more proactive, just like you. He wants to be as good as you when it comes to love. But he’s stiff. Awkward. Someone who is a little too rough around the edges, perhaps even more than that.

It’s not that he doesn’t love you, he does, so much it terrifies him. Yet he struggles with what words to use or would those words be enough.It had been years.

"You know…." he grumbled, leaning against a wall and watching you laugh at something Maki said. "I wish I could just... I don’t know, tell her I love her. Like a normal person."

Nobara raised an eyebrow, hands on her hips. "Normal? Megumi, you are literally the least normal person I know, and that’s saying something."

"Hey!" Yuuji protested, nudging her. "You can’t say that about our bro. He’s a classic kind of weird."

Nobara ignored him. "So what’s the problem? You’ve been dating her for years now. I’m pretty sure you’re closer to marriage now. How have you not told her you love her yet?"

Megumi squirmed, tapping his foot awkwardly. "I don’t know. It’s just... I can’t make it sound right. I’m not... loud enough, you know?"

Yuuji snorted. "Bro, are you telling me you can't even shout ‘I love you’ in her face like a normal person?"

"Yuuji!" Nobara scolded, glaring at him. "This is Megumi we’re talking about. He’s more of a ‘grumble in the corner’ kind of guy. Or you know, ‘act it out like a mime if I can’t say it out loud’ sort of guy."

Megumi just groaned. "Exactly! I can’t just scream it! That’s...weird, right?"

Nobara crossed her arms. "You’re seriously telling me you can’t even try? I mean, look at her!" She pointed at you as you walked over, still in your own world. "She’s practically begging for you to shout it out loud!"

Megumi shot her a side-eye. "She is not begging for anything."

"I mean, I’m just saying, Megumi." Yuuji shrugged. "The guy who practically glows around his girlfriend could definitely manage a 'Hey, I love you!' without coming off as weird."

"I don’t glow." Megumi muttered, but he was starting to feel the heat creeping up his neck.

Nobara clapped him on the back. "Okay, look, here’s what you do: You. Take a deep breath. And then—" She paused, putting her hands together in a mock prayer. "You say it loud and proud: 'I love you! You're my sunshine! You’re the ketchup to my fries! The soy sauce to my sushi!' You get it?"

"That’s not what I’m trying to say at all." Megumi protested, now totally flustered.

"Come on, just let it out!" Yuuji grinned, his energy bouncing off the walls. "You love her, right? Then scream it from the top of your lungs!" He pulled out a random megaphone from his bag. "I’ll even provide the sound effects!"

"Yuuji, I swear to—"

"Just... just say it however you feel comfortable." Nobara interrupted with a knowing look. "But maybe—maybe—try something that doesn’t sound like you're reading from a self-help book, yeah?"

Megumi took a deep breath, hands still sweaty. "I don't even know if I can—"

"You totally can, I know you can!" Yuuji encouraged, giving him a thumbs-up. "Just say it, man! Use songs, do whatever. Just tell her out loud! Think about it like it's a movie moment! Gotta go big!”

Megumi had their words in his head all day and now it was simmering too long. He couldn’t help but look at you for a moment. You’re sitting beside him on the couch, leaning into his side as you scroll through your phone, checking what to buy for your mom’s birthday.

The sound of the television hums in the background, playing a show neither of you are really watching. The warmth of your presence should be comforting, but it only makes his heart heavier with the weight of everything he wants to say.

He steals a glance at you. The way your lips are slightly parted in concentration, the soft glow of the screen illuminating your features. And god, he loves you. He just does, too much, too overwhelmingly. But the words get stuck in his throat, trapped behind the walls he hasn’t quite learned how to break down.

Still, he tries.

You know he does.

That’s why you love him.

Your good–old fashioned lover boy.

“I, uh…” He clears his throat, shifting uncomfortably. “I—uh, you know I—”

You blink up at him, amused. “Are you having a stroke, babe?”

“No.” he grumbles, ears already turning red. “I’m trying to say something.”

“Oh?” You set your phone down, tilting your head. “Then say it.”

Megumi swallows, his body somehow tense. He can feel the words clogging his throat, his mind screaming at him to just get it over with. Megumi looks at you, nervously, his face red from it all. His fingers twitch at his sides.

You can see the way he shifts his weight like he’s debating whether this was a terrible idea. (It probably is, he thinks. Overwhelmingly, to be sure).

But still, for some reason—maybe insanity, maybe the way you’re looking at him so expectantly. Yet, he decides to go through with it anyway. If he bombs, you’ll laugh and that would be worth it too.

Clearing his throat, he mutters. “I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things.”

You blink at him, your head tilting slightly. “Huh?”

He’s already regretting it, but at this point, he can’t just stop. His voice is a little lower now, more hesitant, but he continues, “We can do the tango just for two.”

Now you’re really confused. Your brows furrow, and he can see the gears turning in your head, trying to piece together what exactly he’s saying. But he keeps going, voice a little stiffer, a little more awkward than before. Almost instantly, he can feel the heat crawling up his neck.

“I can serenade and gently play on your heartstrings.”

And then finally—it clicks for you.

Your lips part slightly before curling into a slow, amused smile.

“Ah.” you hum, crossing your arms. “So Queen’s lyrics are your idea of romance poetry, babe?”

Megumi tenses like he’s been caught doing something unspeakably embarrassing, his entire face burning. “It’s not—” he starts, before cutting himself off with a frustrated sigh. “You know what, never mind.”

He shakes his head, looking utterly done with himself, already gearing up to escape this moment entirely. But before he can retreat into his usual brooding silence, you reach out and take his hand, lacing your fingers through his. He freezes at the warmth of your touch, and when he looks back at you, you’re grinning, eyes twinkling with delight.

“No, no. I love it, babe.” you say, squeezing his hand. And then, with that playful glint in your eye, like when you were kids. It was the one that made his heart do something stupid. You continue. “I mean, I can also be your Valentino just for you.”

Megumi stares at you, utterly dumbfounded. For a second, he looks like he’s buffering, as if his brain is refusing to process what just happened. And then, finally, he groans, dragging a hand down his scarlet colored face. “I hate you.”

You burst into laughter, tugging him a little closer. “No, you don’t.”

And the worst part? You’re right.

Because despite the sheer, soul-crushing embarrassment consuming him, despite everything in his being telling him he should never have attempted this in the first place, he doesn’t let go of your hand. No matter what, he had to hold your hand, even if he was using his other one to hide his red face.

Fushiguro Megumi exhales sharply, his fingers twitching in your grasp as if debating whether to pull away or hold on tighter. He settles for something in between—keeping his hand in yours but looking anywhere but at you, like that might save him from further humiliation.

Spoiler: it doesn’t.

“You’re enjoying this way too much.” he mutters, his voice flat but laced with unmistakable exasperation.

You grin, squeezing his hand. “Oh, absolutely.”

Megumi groans, dropping his head back against the couch dramatically, like he’s hoping the universe will take pity on him and make this all go away. But the universe, as it often does when it comes to you, seems to have other plans.

Not only are you still holding onto him, your fingers intertwined so snugly. But you’re also swaying your linked hands gently, like you’re encouraging him to dance. He sighs deeply, a mixture of annoyance and amusement in his voice.

“You’re seriously not going to let this go, are you?”

“Nope, never.” you answer, grinning, your voice light and teasing. “Was the idea from Yuuji? Or was it Nobara?”

“How did you—”

You giggled. “Who else is going to make you do something like this and thinks it would work?”

He groans at you, shaking his head. “Look, I was desperate. And it just….”

“It did work, you know.” You say to him, flicking his hand with your fingers. A big smile on your face. “Your message was well received.”

“......Was it really?” He could feel his heart pounding hard against his chest.

You nodded happily. “It did. Though, I have to say…..I thought we were doing the tango just for two. Are you backing out now, Mr. Lover Boy?”

Megumi’s eyes snap open at your words, and he immediately narrows them at you, clearly ready to refuse. “We are not—”

But it’s too late.

In a swift motion, you’re already standing, tugging him up with you, not giving him a chance to protest. You can’t help but laugh at the way he stumbles slightly, thrown off balance for just a second before he catches himself, his eyes wide in a mix of surprise and disbelief.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” he mutters, a scowl pulling at his lips as he steadies himself, trying to hold onto what little pride he has left. His shoulders are tense, like he’s trying to act annoyed, but you can see the corner of his lips twitching as if he’s fighting back a reluctant smile.

You tilt your head, still grinning. “Yeah, well, someone’s gotta drag you out of your shell every now and then, right?”

Megumi huffs, looking at you like he’s been cornered, but there’s no real anger in his eyes. He’s already giving in, whether he likes it or not. His hands hover at his sides for a moment before one of them moves to hold yours more firmly, as if to say he’s not completely defeated yet.

“Fine, fine.” he grumbles, finally giving in, his voice soft but with a hint of warmth creeping through. “But don’t expect me to make this look good.”

You give him an exaggerated pout. “Aww, I have high hopes for you, babe. I think you’ll be a natural.”

He rolls his eyes, but there’s an undeniable softness in his gaze now. The usually guarded Fushiguro Megumi is slipping away, replaced by the version of him that’s willing to indulge you, even if it means he’ll probably trip over his own feet a few times.

“Yeah, right.” he mutters, but his hand tightens around yours, and just for a second, he lets go of his usual serious demeanor.

“And you’re blushing.” you point out smugly.

He immediately looks away, ears burning. “No, I’m not.”

You chuckle, stepping a little closer, resting your free hand lightly against his shoulder. “You are. But that’s okay.” you say, voice softening just enough to make his heart stutter. “It’s cute.”

Megumi grumbles something incoherent under his breath, but he doesn’t pull away. If anything, his grip on your hand tightens. For a moment, there’s just the two of you, just eager to be standing close to one another.

Your bodies sway slightly, wrapped up in something that feels light and easy and warm. It’s embarrassing, but somehow, it’s also nice. All too nice.

After a beat of silence, you tilt your head, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. “So… does this mean you’re more of a Somebody to Love kind of guy? Or just a Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy?” You pause for effect, smirking. “Are you gonna take me to a club, or to the Ritz?”

Megumi freezes for a second, caught off guard by your incessant teasing. The edges of his prominent cheeks quickly go a little pink to cherry red, and he looks at you like he’s trying to figure out how to answer without sounding completely ridiculous.

“I—I’m not, uh…” He stammers, waving his hand dismissively, clearly flustered. “I’m not a Queen fan, okay? I just—” He trails off, suddenly aware that he’s over-explaining. “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

You snicker, leaning in just a little closer, your voice teasing but warm. “You sure about that, Megumi?”

“My name is babe.” His eyes dart around, like he’s hoping for an escape, but then his gaze flicks to you, and he slumps in defeat. “Also…. I don’t really know. You’re a Queen fan. But I’m not a Queen fan, alright?”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really?”

“Really.”

You cross your arms, squinting at him, pretending to analyze him like he’s some kind of puzzle. “Okay, then. So tell me, what about Weezer?”

He blinks, a confused frown pulling at his lips. “What? What does Weezer have to do with this?”

“Oh, nothing, nothing.” you tease. “Except the fact that you’re practically obsessed with their music. You do listen to Buddy Holly and Say It Ain’t So on repeat, right? I mean just Island in the Sun alone, babe…..”

Megumi’s face flushes an even deeper shade of red, and he clears his throat uncomfortably. “I—I like their music. That doesn’t mean…”

You’re grinning now, enjoying his discomfort. “That doesn’t mean what? That you don’t like romantic stuff?”

He opens his mouth to protest, but the words don’t come out. Instead, he just huffs, clearly trying to maintain some semblance of his cool demeanor. “Weezer’s not romantic.”

You raise your hand in mock surrender, your voice dripping with playful sarcasm. “Oh, sure, just a bunch of songs about heartbreak, longing, and that old-school, angsty vibe. Totally not romantic.”

“Shut up.” he mutters, looking away and crossing his arms in his typical brooding fashion. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“But I do, I do, Mr. Fushiguro Megumi.”

He looks at you again, frowning. “Why are you calling me by my name? Aren’t I babe?”

You can’t help but laugh, a light sound that makes him glance back at you, half-exasperated and half-amused. “I’m just saying, babe.” you continue, poking his chest with a finger. “If you love Weezer, you’re basically guaranteed to love romantic stuff too. You might not admit it, but it’s in there, just waiting to come out.”

He groans, dropping his face into his hands, embarrassed and defeated. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re cute when you get all defensive.” you tease, giving him a gentle nudge. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna force you to do some big romantic gesture… yet. But I can see it, babe. Deep down, I know you’ve got it in you.”

He sighs, not bothering to fight it anymore. “Whatever.”

You can’t help but grin, your heart light and warm from the back-and-forth. The teasing, the playfulness. This was just on brand. It feels like an easy rhythm between you two, like a dance he didn’t expect to enjoy but now can’t help but follow. You’ve gotten under his skin in the best way possible, and the connection is undeniable.

“No, seriously.” you say, your voice softening, letting the playfulness slip away just enough to let something deeper surface. “It’s okay, babe. Don’t worry about it. You’re just what you are. And I love that. You don’t have to hide that from me.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t say anything. For a moment, the world around you seems to still. The playful air between you two quiets for just a beat, and in that space, Megumi shifts slightly, as if he’s considering something deeper than just the teasing.

His gaze softens, and for the first time, there’s no defensiveness in it. It’s genuine. It’s a look that tells you he’s letting his guard down, just a little.

And then, for once, he doesn’t try to hide the small smile tugging at his lips. It’s subtle, almost shy, but it’s there. The kind of smile that says he’s not perfect, but he’s trying. And that, in itself, makes your heart swell. Your grin can’t help but grow wider. You’re winning.

“Besides, babe….” you add, your voice teasing but affectionate. “You’re romantic. You’re my lover boy, aren’t you?”

Megumi freezes, and the light in his blue-green orbs slowly shifts. There was a mix of disbelief and amusement, like he’s trying to process the words you just threw at him. His face flushes, and he rubs the back of his neck, clearly caught off guard.

“Fine.” He sighs, the word heavy with resignation. “Maybe… maybe I’m not totally immune to it. Being…being your lover boy.”

You raise your eyebrows, giving him a teasing glance. “Oh? So it’s true?”

“Only…” His voice drops slightly, like he’s about to admit something that feels too vulnerable for him. He shifts again, looking away from you, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“Hm?” You nudge him, your voice light, but there’s a warmth in it now, something that makes his heart stumble a little.

“Only because I really like—”

You raise a hand quickly, cutting him off with a playful wag of your finger. “Uh, uh. It’s the other word.”

Megumi’s eyes widen as the weight of what you mean hits him. He swallows hard, visibly embarrassed now. “Yeah, yeah. I… I love you.”

The words hang between you two for a moment, and your grin spreads wider, your heart fluttering with an almost childlike joy. “Much better, lover boy.” you say, your voice soft but full of satisfaction, like you’ve finally heard the thing you’ve been waiting to hear for so long.

Megumi huffs, his face still pink, but his posture loosens just a bit. You can feel the tension in him fading, the part of him that has always held back just a little, a part that he didn’t know how to let go of, finally giving in to what he truly feels.

You chuckle, stepping closer and giving his hand a playful squeeze. “I knew it. Deep down, I knew you were a softie all along. A softie I love.”

Megumi grumbles, rolling his eyes dramatically, but there’s no real heat behind it. His cheeks are still a little flushed, and his lips twitch like he’s trying to hide a smile. His voice drops to something quieter, almost tender, as he mutters. “Shut up.”

You grin even wider, brushing your shoulder lightly against his. “Aww, look at that. I made you all shy.”

He groans, but there’s no force in it. He gives your hand a little squeeze back, his touch almost gentle, like he’s trying to hide just how much he’s enjoying this. You can see the corner of his mouth twitch upward, even if he’s pretending not to care.

“You’re impossible.” he mutters, but it sounds more like an affectionate confession than anything else.

You lean up, brushing a soft kiss to his cheek, your voice teasing. “Impossible, huh? I think you just like having me around.”

Megumi’s eyes widen for a second, and he quickly looks away, though you can see the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Shut up.”

But the way his hand stays in yours says everything you need to know. You laugh, a soft, melodic sound that seems to melt the last of his resistance. There’s something about him, in this moment, that feels right. Like everything he’s been trying to hide is coming to the surface, and you’re the only one who gets to see it.

His bright eyes flicker to yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you two. No more barriers, no more hesitation. Just you and him. And you realize, as you watch him trying so hard not to smile, that despite his grumbling, despite the layers of defensiveness he wraps himself in, maybe Megumi really is a romantic at heart. He loves you, after all.

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epilogue

The evening had settled in, soft golden light filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Fushiguro Megumi was standing over the stove.

There was a half-smile tugging at his lips as he stirred something in a pan, pretending to be nonchalant. You’d been chatting and laughing with him, but now you were distracted by the phone buzzing on the counter next to you.

“Hey, check my phone, will you? I think I missed a call while I was cooking dinner. Might be Maki–senpai.” he called, not even looking over his shoulder. His tone was casual, but you could sense a hint of something beneath the surface. Something that made you curious.

You reached for his phone, raising an eyebrow at the way he’d phrased it. Missed a call, huh? When you opened it, you found that the call had already disappeared, as if it was never even there. Strange, you thought, but didn’t give it too much thought—until a new notification popped up on his screen.

A notification from Spotify.

You clicked it without thinking, the app opening automatically. You froze, blinking at the screen in surprise. The very first thing that caught your eye was a playlist titled My GF’s Favorite Tunes.

Your heart skipped a beat as you scrolled through, realizing the entire playlist was a mix of Queen songs, Weezer hits, Taylor Swift, and a whole lot of other random songs that somehow seemed to perfectly fit your taste. You blinked, then let out a small, surprised laugh.

“What is this…?” You murmured, flipping through more of the tracks, utterly charmed by the odd yet thoughtful combination of songs. Some of the tracks were ones you had casually mentioned liking, others you never thought he'd remember.

You could feel Megumi standing behind you now, his footsteps quiet on the floor. “What’s up?” His voice had an almost imperceptible shift in it, but you didn’t look back at him right away.

“Oh, nothing, nothing.” you said, your grin spreading wider as you glanced over the playlist one more time, now thoroughly amused. “Just, you know… a little surprise.”

You gently set his phone down on the counter and turned toward him, your grin widening as you closed the distance. Megumi looked at you, confusion and a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes. “What? What’s so funny?”

Without another word, you wrapped your arms around him in a sudden, tight embrace. Megumi froze, his body stiff in surprise. He stood there for a second, the silence between you two stretching, before he gently placed his hands on your back, his voice a little rough with a quiet, unexpected warmth.

“What’s this for, hm?”

You pulled back just enough to smile up at him, your heart still beating with fondness. “For being the cutest, loving, prettiest, person I’ve ever met. And for making me a playlist that proves you’re secretly the most romantic person alive.”

Megumi blinked, his usual cool exterior cracking for a second as he flushed a little under the weight of your words. He looked away, muttering under his breath. “It’s… it’s just some songs. Nothing big at all—”

You laughed softly, pulling him closer again. “Well, you sure know how to make me smile, don’t you?”

His beautiful lips pressed into a tender smile reserved just for you. And for once, there was no argument. Just the quiet, comfortable warmth of being together, in each other’s arms. Nothing was more perfect than this moment right here, you were sure.

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