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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝑒

Pairing: Model! Beomgyu × Artist! Reader

Genre: romance, fluff

Word count: 2.2 k

As an artist, you always admired beauty - in nature, in things, in people, in feelings. Your entire life revolved around it, you could find beauty in the smallest of things and it delighted you. Beauty was something you always appreciated and strived to express in your art. Beauty, in a way, was your home, a place of peace.

Since your teenage years, you always found beauty in the passers-by. Sitting in the school, in the park or in the subway, you always found the person whose beauty you wanted to capture.

Now, as you became a professional artist, this habit of yours didn't change. Albeit, now you had the chance to ask the person to model for you - for money, obviously. And, fortunately for you, some agreed, letting you attempt to capture them on canvas for however long you wanted.

However, this time was different. The man you met left you speechless. The beauty that radiated from him was nothing less than ethereal. You couldn't help but look at him in awe. Luckily, the man agreed to model for you, making your eyes glisten with undeniable anticipation.

Since it was summer, you both agreed it would be best if you do your painting sessions outside.

The next day, half an hour earlier than the arranged time, you were already looking for the perfect spot in the park you two decided to meet at.

And you did. You found just the perfect spot. It was in the middle of the park, nearby the pond. The water made the air there cooler compared to the other parts of the park so, gladly, you wouldn't sweat buckets while painting.

As you awaited the model, you settled down your supplies, thinking of the yesterday's encounter.

Beomgyu, that was the said model's name, appeared to be just as beautiful inside as he was outside. He was aware of his charm, but didn't act on it or seemed arrogant. Despite his undeniably gorgeous looks, he seemed to be a humble and nice man. At least, that was your first impression. Well, you hoped it wasn't just a first impression.

Rethinking your numerous encounters with your ex models whose ego seemed to be higher than the sky, you hoped that, just maybe, this one wouldn't be like them.

As you were thinking, you suddenly heard the rustling of the branches - someone was approaching, for sure. Looking up, you saw that it was your new-found model, Beomgyu.

"Oh, hi!" you waved slightly, inviting the young man to sit at the already arranged for him area.

"Hello", Beomgyu settled down, preparing to pose.

You helped him take the perfect position, relieved to see the man being cooperative. Letting out a delighted sigh, you sat down, ready to begin your work.

"Oh, before I start, do you have experience in modeling?"

"Not really," the man shrugged, "but I thought it would be an interesting experience to give a try to."

"An interesting experience, huh? Does he have nothing better to do than model for a total stranger?" Numerous thoughts popped in your mind.

"I see...Well, I hope you enjoy your experience here."

Beomgyu did a perfect job for someone with no experience. He was patient and willing to listen to you, sitting in one pose without moving for long periods of time.

Almost two hours have passed when you finally decided to take a break and have some mercy on the poor unexperienced man. Setting your brushes aside, you got up, shaking off your legs.

"Would you like to eat something or just relax and get rid of the stiffness?" You reached into your bag and pulled out the snacks you brought, offering some to Beomgyu. "I know posing isn't an easy thing to do, especially for long periods of time. So feel free to take a rest, however long you want."

The man let out a groan, immediately getting up and walking in a small circle, shaking off the tension in the muscles. Once Beomgyu finally relaxed, he reached for one of the snacks.

"Thank you. I knew posing wouldn't be easy, but...I definitely underestimated the discomfort it may bring."

"Ah, it's always like this! We tend to underestimate things, you know." You chewed on your snack while looking at your sketch. It was far from perfect, but you were doing quite a good job today.

You looked once again at the sketch and then at Beomgyu. You, undeniably, managed to catch some of his beauty on the canvas, but...the only thing you could see was a not yet finished portrait of a handsome man. Nothing more, not even a hint of soul. You just drew a blank portrait of a person. Or, rather, you drew the person you knew nothing of and couldn't portrait his character.

Beomgyu noticed the disappointment in your eyes that appeared when you looked at your work. "Is something wrong?"

"No...Well, not really. I'm just thinking that I shouldn't draw people only because they're pretty. Look at this", you turned the canvas to him, "it looks absolutely blank, meaningless."

Beomgyu glanced down at the sketch, comparing it to the face he saw everytime he would look in the mirror.

"Yes, you did a good job conveying my features. But, it is just a pretty drawing with no meaning behind it. However, what meaning could you put? You know nothing about me."

"Yeah, you're right", you muttered.

"Although, it's not so hard to change that: we could try getting to know each other," Beomgyu offered, a small smile evident on his face.

"Really? You wouldn't mind that, would you?" you asked, just to be sure.

The man shook his head. "Not at all. Moreover, I'd be glad to get to know you better. You seem to be a nice person. Plus, I've seen some of your art before and, well, it left me curious to get to know what kind of person stands behind it all."

"Oh, so that's why you agreed to model for me...I see," you muttered, realizing that his interest for the job wasn't the only reason. He was interested in you, as a person.

"You mentioned seeing my art before, am I really that famous?" you joked, wanting to change the topic.

"You might not be so famous, but I for sure stumbled across your drawings in the magazines for a few times. Every single one of your works left me wonder just what exactly you wanted to represent, what emotions you put in and what you've been going through while you worked on it."

"Well, art for sure is a way to express my feelings for me. It makes me more relaxed and helps me get calmer, knowing that I was able to express myself, that some people will actually get the message I put into my work. Overall, letting my emotions out through canvas or paper is already good enough for me," you explained, feeling yet once again the love and passion you had for your work rising in you, "but it makes me so happy knowing that someone actually gained interest in my art", you smiled.

"I'm glad you were able to find a way to express yourself, it truly is something to treasure", Beomgyu replied thoughtfully, "especially when it becomes your safe place, a place where you can seek comfort when needed."

You nodded, "it really is".

Just like that you would meet up in the warm summer evenings in the park, taking your time to talk and paint. You discussed many different things, day by day getting to know and understand each other better. Slowly, the unknown man, like a puzzle, was turning into someone you could call an acquaintance. As days passed, the acquaintance turned into a friendship.

As you were slowly learning the man's character and his point of view on numerous things, your sketches gradually improved, too. It wasn't lacking as much emotion as it did before. The once emotionally blank portrait slowly turned into one of a living, feeling person. You couldn't deny that the similarity of the man to the painting grew stronger each day, too.

Luckly, your first impression didn't trick you this time. Beomgyu turned out to be a genuinely nice and humble person. As time flew by, you barely noticed how attached you grew to him.

Going home after your everyday sessions, you would catch yourself thinking about Beomgyu, your conversations with him, his words and opinions.

Meanwhile you didn't always particularly agree with some of his thoughts, you couldn't deny that they made you rethink your own opinions to come up with a stronger argument next time.

Once almost silent modelling sessions now would occasionally turn into heated arguments, which both of you enjoyed. You would explain your point of view while attentively listening to the other party. Sometimes it would turn into endless bickering, leaving you two laughing out loud at the way you acted.

Either way, these vocal debates helped you understand each other better.

But, on your way back home, Beomgyu's opinions weren't the only thing on your mind. Your thoughts would wander to the fact that, no matter how much fun you were having in the moment, your sessions would come to an end one day.

One day you'll finish your work and will have to say goodbye to once a stranger who now held a rather special place in your heart.

During your numerous sessions you grew fond of Beomgyu, of his lovely character, kind personality. You were happy that he was just as beautiful inside as he was out. And you didn't want to lose such a precious to you person. The thought made your heart ache.

June passed, July slowly turned into August, your work was slowly coming to the end. You almost completed your goal: painting an actually worthy portrait that both showed the person's outside beauty and his character.

As the summer flew by, the day of your last, final session arrived. It seemed like you only started your sessions a few days ago, but, sadly, the transience of time in the real life didn't match up with the slow pace of the time in your mind.

Now, you were finishing your portrait completely, only leaving a few last lines here and there to complete the painting fully, make it as perfect as you could.

As you worked, you looked at your painting, rather unsatisfied. It wasn't that it didn't turn out the way you wanted to. On the contrary, the piece of art met up all your possible expectations, you could proudly say that you've outdone yourself this time.

But, the thought of leaving this place and never coming back to your usual sessions saddened you. Of course you would have many opportunities to visit the park whenever you wanted to or had the time, you could even arrange your sessions with other models there. However, you were sure that it would never feel the same without Beomgyu by your side. You might be lucky enough to find good models, but could they replace the kind man you've spent all the summer with? You were positive that they could not. At least, they wouldn't replace him to you. These said models may be 10 times better than Beomgyu in skill, but, to you, they still wouldn't stand a chance against the person you grew so attached and attracted to.

As you were so deep in thought, Beomgyu, just like on your first meeting, immediately noticed the look on your face. It was clear as day that you were unhappy with something.

"Hey, is everything alright?" He asked softly, barely breaking the pose he was in. During these past months, he really caught on the modelling business. Once being totally unexperienced, under your eye he quickly learned the basics and now could come off as a professional model.

"Not as alright as I'd want it to be", you answered truthfully. "In all honesty, I think I got a bit too attached to you during this summer, Beomgyu, and now it's hard for me to let you go. I know it's unprofessional on my side and I shouldn't have let my feelings take over the job, but I can't fight what I feel, either, can I?" you sighed.

"Oh, but who said we should part our ways completely? You never asked for my opinion on the matter, Y/N. Have you never thought that I, too, might feel the same way?" Beomgyu looked at you with his usual sparkly eyes, but now you could see a gleam of something new, yet unfamiliar to you, shining in his gaze.

You looked back at him: the idea, to be fair, never really crossed your mind. "Well, I didn't look this far, honestly. I never got into anything personal with my ex models so I thought you'd want to stay professional too..."

"You should have asked me, you know," Beomgyu smiled slightly, "on my part, I'd hate to stay "professional only" if we both feel the same way."

"But...do we, really?" You inquired sheepishly, still finding it hard to believe that everything was going so smoothly.

"I do, Y/N, I really do."

Within a moment the canvas standing in between the both of you were carefully pushed aside as your bodies enveloped each other's in the so long awaited embrace, all your doubts disappearing in a gentle kiss.

Taglist: @babymochibeargyu (thank you for asking to be added 🥺)

A/N: this took me a bit longer to write than I initially expected, but I hope you guys enjoy!!

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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A Beautiful Memory; Beomgyu

Genre: medieval au, forbidden love, angst, fluff

Word count: 5.8K

Warnings: mentions of a house fire, blood, bruises, death, kisses

Synopsis: in which you are the future queen of the country but happen to fall in love with the stable boy of the palace.

Playlist: Present-Lloyd Vaan, Stay-Ghostly Kisses, Where Do Lovers Go?-Ghostly Kisses, Daylight-David Kushner, butterfly-Heylu, Clay-Ghostly kisses

Long time no see but the longest hiatus I’ve ever had is finally over! I have multiple wips that are almost done and I’ve also rediscovered my love for writing which means no more long hiatuses hopefully :’) I am so excited to share this fic with you guys. I’ve worked hard on it so I hope you will like it as much as I do. Don’t forget to grab some tissues <3

With slow steps, you entered the stables. The air was dry in the wooden building and it smelled like a mix of hay and livestock, but nevertheless the atmosphere was comforting. As usual.

Your hand trailed over the stalls and you kept your gaze on the horses, fighting to not let your eyes wander off to your finger. Your ring finger that felt like it weighted a ton since yesterday.

And still, your heart felt heavier. So heavy, that it took all the energy in your body to make your way to your favorite horse, Night.

"Hey, baby," you cooed, softly patting the back of the black horse. "Can you believe Beomgyu does not want me to ride today? He must think I'm some weakling," you added hoarsely. Saying his name seemed to add another unbearable weight onto your finger.

"I don't think you are a weakling, love, but I don't want your injury to worsen."

The deep, familiar voice behind you made your heartbeat instantly speed up.

Oh, his voice. His warm, comforting voice.

Without noticing, you bit your lower lip to stop a pained smile from growing on your lips.

"It's just a minor injury, Beomgyu, nothing big enough to keep me and Night apart," you forced yourself to reply.

The noise of the doors of the stable falling shut made you look up from Night, but you didn't turn around. You didn't need to because you already knew why he closed them, you already knew what was coming.

The clicking of Beomgyu's boots coming in contact with the floor neared and you closed your eyes the moment you felt his muscular arms sneak around your waist and pull you into his chest.

"Does it still hurt?" he mumbled in your ear before pressing his lips onto the skin just below your ear lobe in a soft kiss.

"No," you replied earnestly, "not anymore.”

You wondered if he knew you were not just talking about your injury from when you fell off the new horse last week. You wondered if he knew nothing hurt anymore the moment you were in his arms, the moment his lips would become one with your own.

Beomgyu replied by tightening his grip on your body, and you craned your neck to face him. His lips were only a few inches from yours and his warm breath fanning your mouth made your insides do summersaults. Your eyes flickered from his plush, rosy lips to his dark eyes and you found them already looking into yours.

"You look beautiful," he whispered as if scared someone would hear him in the empty stable. You knew he was not, but if he really was afraid, his fear wouldn't be misplaced.

Figuratively, the two of you were never alone. Your love was never alone. Threats surrounded it every moment of its existence, like the prying eyes of a lion watching an innocent deer.

Your love was simply not allowed to exist.

Beomgyu leaned in with hooded eyes and you knew when his warm lips touched yours, your love was not allowed to exist. You knew your love wasn't allowed to exist when you slowly turned in his arms and placed your hands on his abdomen before letting them make their way up to his neck and then into his hair. You knew your love wasn't allowed to exist when he pulled away slightly to repeat: "You're so beautiful."

You were so aware it wasn't allowed to exist.

And still, you leaned in again. Again and again and again, capturing his lips with your own, your cheeks red and your heartbeat rapid. Because loving Beomgyu was more than you had ever dreamed of. It was easy, exciting, and comforting. No other feeling compared to being in love with Choi Beomgyu, the stable boy of the palace.

You slowly pulled away and watched the way Beomgyu licked his lips with his eyes still shut, the eyelashes that just tickled your cheeks with every movement his lips made now hovering over the pale skin of his cheekbones.

"You say that every time you see me, Moon Boy," you smiled shyly when his eyes opened and made contact with yours.

"Because you're the prettiest thing I know," he replied as if it was the most logical response to your question.

"What about the moon?" You quipped, your cheeks starting to hurt from the way you were fighting back the smile on your face.

No one loved the moon as much as Beomgyu did, hence the nickname you gave him a while ago.

Beomgyu let out a breathy chuckle. "The moon is a close second. But honestly, she doesn't stand a chance next to you. She doesn't shine half as bright as your smile does when you look at me, love," he murmured and softly nipped at your lower lip before leaving another peck in the corner of your mouth.

With your cheeks now on fire, you felt yourself almost weaken in his hold.

The impact this man had on you.

"Gyu..." you whispered shyly and tightened your grip on his shoulders.

"What is it, love?" he replied, a facade of innocence coloring his perfectly sculpted face before a teasing smile broke through

"Beomgyu!" You repeated embarrassedly before placing your hands on your cheeks to cool them off, suddenly grateful your hands were always cold.

Beomgyu positioned his hands over yours, cupping your face and pecking the tip of your nose. "I love it when you get shy— I love it when I am the reason you get shy."

You closed your eyes and chuckled. "You really know how to fluster me, Choi."

He let out a heartfelt laugh and stepped back before flipping his hair jokingly and giving you a prideful smile. "Look at that, people, the simple stable boy of the palace made the future queen of the country flustered, isn't that just mad?" He uttered as if addressing an entire crowd before turning back to look into your sparkling eyes, and he bit his lower lip, "I think I made it."

You giggled before raising your chin and painting the familiar 'princess face' onto your features.

The face - the facade - you only put on whenever you had to be that part of you, when you had to be the princess of the palace, the future queen of the country.

"I certainly believe you won the lottery, my good sir Choi Beomgyu," you responded, the royalty of your being suddenly evident in the tone of your voice, and Beomgyu bowed for you with a large smile on his face.

"I believe so too, my queen," he replied, and your cheeks heated up.

You indeed were his queen, well, his future queen. You were the future queen of everyone in this country. But when Beomgyu said my queen, you knew the pronoun had a different weight. You knew you were his, more than you were anyone's.

You placed a hand under Beomgy's chin, raising him from his bow. His mouth was shut but his eyes, locked with yours, were saying everything.

"I love you, Beomgyu," you murmured, the words coming straight from your heart. Sometimes it felt like your entire heart was beating just for the boy in front of you.

The boy who was once just the stable boy to you.

Loving him was so familiar to you that sometimes you forgot just how forbidden it was. How shameful and revolting the idea would be to others.

And although you never wanted to let the thought sit in your head for longer than a second, the fear someone would ever find out what was happening inside the stables still clawed at your mind, at your heart. You didn't want Beomgyu to see it, but you knew he was aware of your fear.

But still, even though he did worry for your name and reputation in the palace sometimes, he never, not once, feared for his own life. He never doubted his actions. He would never stop loving you even if that would mean a safer life for him. You were his life. He made that clear to you after you tried to push him away and end what was between you multiple times in fear for his life.

You had tried so hard, were so harsh and degrading to him. All to make him stay away from you, to give him a safe, peaceful life.

But Beomgyu never had anything to lose. He didn't have any family to take care of after he lost them in a fire seven years ago.

He had never cared about anything or anyone after their death.

Until he met you. You had given him a new reason to keep on wanting to live, you were his lifeline.

Beomgyu cupped your face with one hand and stroked your cheek with his fingers, the skin slightly calloused due to his hard work in the stables.

"My princess..." he whispered, his warm breath fanning your lips.

Princess.

Like a sudden burst of thunder, the recollection of why you came to the stables appeared in your mind. A quick wave of nausea rushed through your body and you froze.

Beomgyu and his dreamy eyes had immediately distracted you the second he entered the place, but the harsh, cold reality was now hauling you out of your warm, utopian dreams with full force.

Beomgyu was just going to reconnect his parted lips with your own when he noticed the way the light in your eyes faded, the way your shoulders tensed up and your chin raised.

"Is... is everything, okay, princess?"

Princess.

A princess who would soon have to marry a prince.

A real prince. Not one who had a royal and golden heart.

No, a prince with royal blood.

"Yn?"

Beomgyu's soft voice slowly turned stern and serious as he brushed some strands of hair out of your face with his slender fingers.

"Beomgyu, we need to talk."

Your voice suddenly sounded so distant in your ears and Beomgyu swallowed, the carefree expression slowly falling off his face. As if he knew.

You took a step back, and Beomgyu's eyes flickered up and down, examining the space between you two with a furrow in his thick, dark eyebrows.

You took a deep breath and mentally and physically prepared yourself. Prepared to tell him the feared truth that had been haunting every part of your mind and heart since yesterday.

"Beomgyu, I..."

Your voice died down in your throat.

Because you saw the confused expression on Beomgyu's face fall.

Every emotion that was in his face just a few seconds ago disappeared, and slowly, his shoulders slumped.

And that was when you realized where his eyes were fixated on.

The weight on your finger.

The engagement ring.

The outer ends of Beomgyu's eyebrows drooped and he cocked his head to the side.

"Since when?" His voice was strained and suddenly so unfamiliar to you.

"Yesterday," you replied quietly and tried to control the anxiety rushing through your body.

Beomgyu swallowed and took a step back before running a hand through his hair.

"God, wow, I-" he swallowed again and your entire body ached to hold him, to let him know there would never be another man for you.

"Beomgyu, I want us to run away-"

"Congratulations."

You could almost taste the bitterness in his voice as he interrupted you and returned his stare to you.

"What?"

You took a step in his direction but he instantly stepped back. He might as well punched you in the gut—it probably would have hurt less.

Tears filled your eyes. "Beomgyu, didn't you hear what I said? We need to run away."

Beomgyu shook his head.

"Congratulations, Yn... on your engagement," he murmured, completely disregarding your words as if still in disbelief.

You saw the small shake in his hand as he brought it to his mouth, the back of it against his lips as if wiping away the touch of yours.

Your vision became blurry due to the salty tears pooling in your eyes.

"I know you think running away is a bad idea, but-"

"You should leave," he said, his voice almost monotone.

You snapped.

"Listen to me! If we were to leave tonight, we could make it to the forest by the morning. Beomgyu, we can run away."

Finally, you seemed to grasp his attention. But sadly you did not receive the response you were waiting for.

"And then where to?" He exclaimed, the emotion returning to his voice. An emotion easily to be described as hopelessness.

"Yn, we both know this is impossible. They will find us. They will kill me immediately and take you back to the palace. It will destroy your reputation, the possibility of becoming a queen-"

"I don't want to be a queen!" You cried out. "I don't want to be a queen and I don't want to marry that man. I haven't even properly talked to him ever! I can't marry anyone who is not you… I- I can't do it."

"You have to." His voice was suddenly small, fragile.

Shaking your head hastily, tears fell from your cheeks. "No, I want to stay here with you," you managed to choke out through the tears. "I want you to hold me-"

"I can't do that. Not anymore.”

Though his voice was unsteady, his words hit you with full force and your jaw almost dropped.

"What are you saying?" You breathed, your mind not able to wrap around his words.

"Yn, you-" his lower lip trembled, "you are another man's fiancé now. You... you belong to someone else."

Disbelief dripped off your features. This could not be happening.

"Beomgyu, you know I do not feel anything for him."

"Stop," Beomgyu muttered, his eyes averting from you again.

You shook your head hastily and walked up to the boy. "No! You know I do not love this man-"

"Yn, stop," he repeated, taking small steps back as if trying to hide from the horrible truth.

"The only man I love and will ever love is you!" You exclaimed, your voice now borderline hysterical as tears fell from your eyes.

"Stop it," Beomgyu barked just as you were going to touch him, and you staggered back, shock overtaking your features.

Never had Beomgyu raised his voice at you before. Never had his voice dripped such venom.

And never had he refused your touch.

The seconds you and Beomgyu stared at each other in silence felt like years. His eyes were ablaze and his chest heaved up and down with heavy, angry breaths.

Stop crying.

You straightened your back and raised your chin.

Stop crying, Yn.

You didn't bother wiping your eyes, but you did paint a void expression on your face.

Stop crying and become the princess you are. The princess you're supposed to be.

"Very well." Your voice was incredibly calm all of a sudden. "Then I will go."

"But you..." you raised your hand to point your index finger at him as you held his stare, "... you are a coward, Beomgyu. One I never knew you were."

With that, you exited the stables. And you decided you would not look over your shoulder to give him a last glance.

Sunlight pressed against your eyelids, awakening you from your short sleep.

After dismissing your servant last night, you cried for hours until the exhaustion from your heavy heart pulled you into a slumber full of nightmares.

You sat up on your bed, and the recollection of yesterday's events washed over you.

This wasn't how it could end. You couldn't allow the beautiful love you had with Beomgyu to end this way.

If it was up to you, you weren't planning on ending it at all.

But Beomgyu... Beomgyu had pushed you away. He yelled at you. He ordered you to leave.

Tears pooled in your swollen eyes once again.

You were angry with him. So incredibly angry he let go of you that easily, yelled at you like you meant nothing at all to him.

The Beomgyu you loved would never let things escalate like this, he would never want to hurt you.

Not unless he had a reason so good it was worth the pain that hurting you caused him.

A reason.

Your lips parted and your eyebrows furrowed together. Realization clicked in your mind like a match being lit.

And suddenly everything was clear as day.

You pushed yourself off your bed, your heartbeat speeding up. With quick but shaky hands you dressed yourself, not bothering to wait for your servant. There was no time to lose.

Having to act like nothing was wrong when walking through the large halls of the castle was a bigger struggle than you expected it to be.

There was no one who was able to control her emotions the way you could, on both the inside and the outside. Speaking in front of thousands and thousands of civilians? Nothing. Being scolded by your father, the king? Not a thing.

But when it came to Beomgyu... The moment something involved him, you became completely and utterly undone.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you made your way outside and the moment the chilly air kissed your skin, you finally dared to pick up your pace.

How had you not realized this yesterday? How had you not noticed Beomgyu was trying to make things easier? Easier for you.

Losing someone you were angry with was easier than someone you loved. That was what Beomgyu had once told you many months ago when you were laying in his arms in the hay of the stables. He truly believed in that. And so he was trying to make you hate him now. Beomgyu believed it would make marrying the prince easier for you.

The thought had you almost stumbling over a patch of loose grass.

You could not bear the thought of Beomgyu thinking you hated him. Never in a million lifetimes could you hate Choi Beomgyu. And if you were to lose him, if he were to lose you, you wanted him to know you still loved him with every inch of your being.

Beomgyu wasn't allowed to think you loved him any less, or would ever love him any less.

Every thought entering your mind was scarier and more anxious than the one before and you didn't even notice you had been running until you threw open the doors of the stables.

Silence met your panting figure and your eyes flickered from left to right.

"Choi Beomgyu?"

Your anxious heart picked up its pace some more and you stepped inside.

"Beomgyu?"

Swallowing, you straightened your back. "Choi Beomgyu? I demand you to show your face!"

A rustle sounded from somewhere deeper in the stables and your eyes brightened when footsteps neared.

"Oh, Beomgyu, I need to-"

Your voice died down in your throat when sunlight hit the face of the person and you realized the man nearing was not Beomgyu. He was wearing similar clothes and was about the same height, but that was where the resemblance stopped with your lover.

The face of the boy morphed into one showcasing utter shock when he noticed whose presence he was in and he immediately dropped to one knee, lowering his face. "Oh, Your Majesty, my deepest apologies, I did not realize it was you."

His words did not get to you. A foggy wall of thoughts surrounded your entire mind.

"Who are you?" Your voice sounded far away.

"I-I am the new stable boy of the palace, Your Majesty. I started this morning," the boy rambled with his head still hung low.

A frown pulled your eyebrows down and you took a shaky step back.

It was your fingers that started trembling first, then your hands, and eventually your entire body followed with every step you took until your back hit the wall of the stables.

"I..." A ragged breath fell from your lips before you turned around and your feet seemed to start moving out of their own, back to the palace.

A feeling heavier, scarier, and darker than the worst anxiety you had ever felt penetrated your veins as you ran over the field.

Your servant, Rina, caught your panting figure when you entered the hall, and a worried expression painted her face. "Your Majesty?"

"Where is my father?” You almost barked, not being able to calm down even to your servant whom you were close with.

"What-"

"The king, where is he? Where is my father?" You repeated, now looking Rina in the eyes.

"He is in his office. Yn, what is wrong?" She whispered the last part, so no one else would hear her informal way of addressing you.

"Later," you breathed before making your way to the office of the king of the country.

You were aware you were acting unhinged, and you knew you were supposed to knock and ask for permission before entering any room your father was in, but your care for those formalities was nowhere to be found now.

The doors flew open when you burst through them, but surprisingly, it did not startle your father in the slightest bit.

As if he was expecting you.

"Why did you get the palace a new stable boy? Why replace our old one?" Your breathing was heavy.

"Yn," your father greeted you without looking up from the papers he was skimming through.

"Father, please answer my question."

"You asked two questions."

"Father!"

The six-foot-five man pushed himself off the chair and placed his hands on the desk, finally looking up at you.

"Yn, take a seat."

The stern look in his eyes held you from fighting back, and you sat down opposite of him. Folding your hands over each other, you tried to hide the shaking.

The king held eye contact with you and examined your every feature before slowly shaking his head.

"Oh, Yn, I was so convinced you were an intelligent young woman. So much knowledge about all sorts of things... and then you..." he sighed in disappointment.

“My daughter, did you really believe no one would find out?"

Freezing cold air wrapped itself around your body and squeezed until breathing became the hardest thing to do. You had to grip the edge of the table to not lose your balance.

Pretend, Yn. Pretend you don't know what he is talking about.

You couldn't. You were a canvas of emotions, out in the open, for anyone to see.

"Where is he?" you managed to whisper, your lips and mouth suddenly so dry that even talking became a struggle.

Your father stared at you with a stern expression on his face for what felt like an eternity, examining your every emotion until his eyebrows drew together. As if he found things he wasn't expecting to find in your eyes.

His own eyes softened.

"Oh, Yn... how could you have let it come this far."

"Father, answer me. Is he-"

The king nodded.

"He is in The Hold. The execution will be tomorrow morning."

No.

The words extracted all of the air left in your lungs and a hand flew to your mouth as bile rose in your throat.

No.

Shaking your head you pushed yourself up, the chair tumbling over and hitting the marble floor with a loud thud.

"A lie..." you breathed in disbelief. "You are lying."

With wide eyes you stepped back, feeling more nauseous with every second passing.

Please, no.

"Yn, you know the rules. A guard found out, and so if I do not take action, I will be breaking palace rules. I am the King-"

"I don't care that you're a king!" You squawked, startling even your father.

Your heavy breathing and shaking hands made the king frown in worry.

"You could be the ruler of the entire world and still...." You shook your head once more, "and still, father, I promise, all I will ever see in you is a monster if you proceed with this." The venom in your breaking voice made the king clench his jaw and look away.

"Yn, you know I can't change anything about this. You know it.”

You did.

You knew it.

"Take me to the hold."

Your father looked up at you and watched the tears you hadn't even noticed yourself roll over your cheeks.

"I do not want you to see him. Not... like this." His last words were almost too quiet for you to hear. Almost.

Your stomach churned and your knees turned into jelly, making you stumble on your legs.

"Take me to him. Now."

A long silence fell over the office and your father seemed to consider all his options before finally letting out a sigh.

"Guards. Take the princes to the hold."

With shaky legs, you descended the endless stairs of stone. The clicking of your heels coming in contact with the cold steps sounded like a ticking clock. And maybe that was what all of this was. A ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Waiting for you to lose him forever.

Nothing felt real. A part of you was convinced that you were still sleeping, that this was a nightmare.

The droplets of water gliding down the stony walls and hitting the ground was the only thing you could hear the minutes you walked down the stairs. It was the only thing you could focus on to not completely lose your mind there and then.

There was no space or time for you to fall apart now. You had to see Beomgyu. You had to speak to him.

After what felt like an eternity, you reached the last step of the stairs and entered the place you had always hated the most in the palace. The Hold.

The guards were about to guide you to the prison cell Beomgyu was in when you halted your steps.

"Let me go alone."

Your voice was stern and cold, and the sentries knew not to disagree. So they nodded and took a step back.

The seconds of walking to the cell at the end of the Hold felt like walking through quicksand, and with every moment passing, fear grew inside of you.

You weren't ready to see him, not in the state he was going to be in.

But what you felt did not matter, because this was Beomgyu. The man you loved most. You needed to see him.

And so you finally took the last step.

Your body froze in place when your eyes fell on the boy, sitting in the corner of the cramped prison cell, knees pulled up to his chest and arms wrapped around them.

The blood in your veins seemed to solidify and your nostrils flared, tears immediately pooling your eyes.

Ever since the moment you were born, you never had an easy life.

At the age of seven you had to say goodbye to your grandma who had been your best friend since birth. Then, at the age of fifteen, you had lost the person dearest to you, your mother. And through all of this, you had to continue learning how to rule the country in the future, how to be the queen your people needed one day.

There was no option for you but to follow the orders you had been given your entire life, no space for you to decide what you wanted or didn’t want.

Your life was so decided for you, that you never felt any control over any action or decision you had to make—over anything that happened to you.

And so one day, at the age of eighteen, you decided you would take full power over the one thing no other human being was able to take control of: your feelings.

Thus after your mother’s death, you decided nothing and no one would ever be able to break you that bad anymore. You were determined to never let yourself love so much again—never let yourself become so vulnerable again.

You had been so convinced you would succeed in fullfilling those expectations of yourself.

But now, looking at your wounded lover in the dark vault of the palace, you realized that no experience, no determination, no nothing could’ve prepared you for the absolute agony you felt in this exact moment.

This was worse than the most horrifying nightmare you had ever seen. A million times worse.

Never had Beomgyu looked this small—this fragile and broken.

Though you couldn't see his face, his arms were visible due to the ripped long-sleeve shirt. Dark blue bruises and bloody wounds covered the pale skin, making your hands tremble.

With shaky steps, you neared the cell and it was only when you were in front of the cold bars, that Beomgyu noticed there was a new presence in the Hold.

And some selfish part of you wished he had never heard you. Because what came into your view when he looked up made your jaw drop and breathing hitch in your throat. You lost any strength left in your body and fell to your knees, not even feeling the hit on your skin as it came in contact with the hard floor.

"Yn?"

Immediate sobs fell from your mouth at the sound of his hoarse voice.

"God, Beomgyu," you croaked, not being able to believe what the guards had done to him.

Dried blood stuck to the corner of his lips and under his nose, a still open cut grazed his cheekbone and eyebrow. His left eye was almost completely closed due to the blue swelling.

"What have they done? What... What have I done?" You asked, more to yourself than to the boy in front of you.

"Yn, calm down," Beomgyu whispered as he dragged himself across the ground toward the bars where you were leaning against.

His soft voice only made your sobs grow louder, and your head started to pound so badly that you wondered if you were going to pass out here and now.

"My love, please don't cry." With steady hands, he grabbed yours through the bars and folded them over his lap. "It's alright."

Shaking your head hastily, you started repeating the word no like it was a mantra before inhaling sharply. "It's everything but alright. Nothing about this is alright. This cannot be happening, this has to be a nightmare."

Beomgyu looked at you with tears in his eyes and realized none of the bruises on his body or face hurt as much as his heart seeing you in this state. You were hysterical—losing it, almost.

"My love, my sweet girl, please steady your breathing, please," Beomgyu uttered, searching for your eyes. When he noticed he could not get to you, he let go of your hands and grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him.

Your eyes widened and your sobbing halted for a second, giving Beomgyu just enough time to bring you back to earth with his familiar dark eyes.

"My beautiful princess. Breathe in and out with me, alright? Can you do that for me?" He asked with an encouraging smile, and you pressed your lips together to hold back another cry before nodding.

The black-haired boy took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows at you—a sign for you to follow him.

Mirroring Beomgyu, you inhaled and exhaled deeply.

After a minute, the feeling you were about to have a heart attack started to die down, and you regained the ability to think and talk.

In silence, you stared at your lover and another tear rolled down your cheek. Beomgyu leaned forward and took your chin in his hand before bringing you closer to the bars—close enough to be able to kiss the tear away.

You closed your eyes at the feeling of his slightly chapped lips on your skin, savoring every second of it.

"I'm so sorry," you finally managed to whisper.

"What for, my love?" Beomgyu asked, shaking his head slowly as he took your hands in his own once more.

"For..." you shrugged, staring at the bruises on his arms and fighting the urge to start bawling again. "For everything they've done to you. For causing-"

"Stop." This was the sternest Beomgyu had sounded the entire time you were in the Hold, and it made you return your stare to his eyes.

"But this is my-"

"Yn, if you finish your sentence, I will not forgive you for saying that," he stated, not breaking eye contact.

"Never in your entire life will you have to apologize for allowing me to love you, for blessing me with the chance to feel your love," he shook his head, his eyes softening at the remembrance of your love, "I got to experience - feel - it all. Do you think I believed I would get it for free?" The question left an honest smile on his lips but brought the corners of yours down.

"And if death is the price I'm paying, then I can consider myself a lucky man," he finished, rubbing circles - or hearts - on the back of your hands.

The outer ends of your eyebrows drooped. "I don't understand... what could there be worse than death?"

The smile on Beomgyu's face grew and even reached his eyes. "Having to live without you."

You shut your eyes and let your head drop, not being able to look at him anymore as your shoulders started shaking. And in that moment you believed you would never stop crying again in your entire life.

Shuffling noises behind you indicated your time was almost over, and Beomgyu's eyes flickered to the guards behind you before returning to your small frame.

"I love you, my moon. My beautiful, bright, and wonderful moon," Beomgyu uttered, and if a voice could feel like a warm hug, it would be his voice, right there and then.

He brought your hands to his lips and pressed ten, twenty kisses on your knuckles.

"Gyu," you cried softly but Beomgyu only left more kisses on your hands and then on the inside of your wrists.

"Yn, look at me, please."

Slowly, you raised your head and looked at Beomgyu with bloodshot eyes, letting him know you were listening. Your eyelashes were stuck together and your dress was soaked due to the flood of tears, but you were listening.

"Promise me one thing."

"Anything," you rasped.

Beomgyu swallowed and fought to not let his eyebrows droop.

"You will move on."

Shaking your head, you exhaled. "But Beom-"

"No, Yn, you have to promise me. You have to promise me you will not blame yourself, promise me you will remember me with a happy and calm heart, promise me you will never feel guilty." He tightened his grip on your hands. He was begging.

"Yn, promise me you will move on."

Silence engulfed the Hold as your eyes took his face in, and with all your might you tried to paint him on a canvas in your mind, leaving out all the deformations the guards had caused on him. In the past years you had never dared to paint the boy due to the fear someone would find the painting.

But now he was facing the same fate he would've had if someone were to find the painting, and so in that moment, staring at Beomgyu in his prison cell, you regretted it. You regretted never painting him. You regretted it so much that you had no other option but to give Beomgyu the answer he deserved—the answer he needed.

"I promise."

Once the words left your mouth, Beomgyu exhaled and tears started falling from his eyes. But his eyes were not sad.

No, he was crying tears of relief, of happiness.

And so you continued. "I promise I will move on. I promise I will become happy again and I promise I will never forget you. I will remember you as a beautiful part of my existence. I will not remember you by your death."

Your death.

The words seemed to belong to someone else.

It could not be you saying these words, not to Beomgyu.

And still, it was you. And the words were addressed to Choi Beomgyu.

"Thank you so much, my princess," Beomgyu smiled, bringing your hands to his mouth once more to leave a long kiss. "Thank you for everything. I love you so much.”

"Beomgyu, I-"

"Princess, our apologies, but it is time to go. The king has ordered us to come and get you."

Your heart leaped and bile rose to your throat at the voice of the guard.

"No," you quietly breathed before repeating the word, this time louder.

"Princess-"

Your head cocked to the side to give the sentries a deadly glare. "No!" You barked.

But an order was an order. And so the sentries started walking up to you, causing you to hysterically grip the bars.

"Beomgyu!" you cried, pressing your face against the steel to be as close to him as possible for the last time.

Tears rolled down Beomgyu's bruised cheeks but with a calm hand, he softly stroked your wet cheek. "I love you," he whispered again. "I love you forever."

The guards gently placed their hands under your arms and the moment they started lifting you, you started screaming.

You were completely hysteric.

Because you knew.

This was the last time you would ever see your person.

Beomgyu pushed himself off the ground and took a step back, not being able to say anything anymore.

His sad eyes were on you as you kicked and yelled, trying with all your might to yank your body away from the guards and back to Beomgyu.

From that moment on everything seemed to become a blur. A dark, quiet, and foggy blur.

You remembered screaming your lover's name. And you remembered his eyes looking into yours, his hands gripping the bars, tears wetting his lips.

And you remembered the way your head was starting to become too heavy to hold up.

But just a couple of seconds before your body gave up on you and everything turned black in front of your eyes, you realized there was one thing you couldn't remember.

You could not remember telling Beomgyu you loved him back for the last time.

#To read omg

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 — cyj.

━━━━━━ 𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗜 𝗬𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗝𝗨𝗡 | 0.962k words. heavy angst, semi fluff ending. fear of abandonment. themes of lacking self worth.

━━━━━━ burned and hurt before, yeonjun had decided to break up with you and save himself from the pain he believed would inevitably come (as it always does), only to be welcomed again in a feat of unconditional love. (heavily inspire by the smile has left your eyes!)

! © 𝗞𝗢𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗨𝗔 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟰, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗦 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗗. reblog/feedback <3

when the birds cease their serenade, time begins to slow down. seconds trickle down the glass in individual grains of sand, one by one when he locks eyes with the painting of heartbreak he'd left behind. when the subject of his dreams (when you—) look at him through the curtain of your lashes, darkened and damp, yeonjun wishes he dies a slow and agonizing death.

the light in his eyes had vanished into the depths of his sinking stomach, far too out of reach to ever return. not now, not after succumbing into his own fears and letting your hand go. an unnerving moment of silence floats by, the clouds casting a dark grey over the world as far as your eyes can perceive. yeonjun dares not weep in your presence, shame returning in folds when he remembers the words he'd left you with days ago in an attempt to save himself from what he believed would have been an impending pain anyway somewhere down the line. if not soon, then later (and in larger, monstrous waves).

"you told me to never return."

was that the murderous clap of a thunder or the sound of his crushed heart echoing in his ears? choi yeonjun is a man in sorrow. regret seeps out of him in almost visible rivers, down onto the floor and reaching the tips of your shoes. a beat goes by and he sighs, defeated.

"i did."

you take a tentative step forward and he catches the hesitation through the mess of strands over his eyes, blocking you once again. his knees almost crumble underneath him. he doesn't deserve another chance, and yet you're at his broken doorstep offering him one.

through the blur in your vision, your trembling hands reach for his slender and beautiful fingers (a memory resurges of him lulling you to sleep on the piano, his bed a safe haven despite the empty grey walls in shambles and the apparent lack of anything making a space liveable other than where you lay on and the miscellaneous small objects not belonging to a place someone calls a home).

the rain had stopped pouring just minutes ago, his clothes soaked through and skin ice cold. the warmth of your skin feels ugly to yeonjun. it's too inviting (too familiar, too kind, too easy to melt back into, too good to be true after every mistake he's ever made—) and he feels his lungs constrict inside their cage, refusing to breathe enough air as if to punish himself for ever believing he'd be loved.

but he is.

unconditionally.

"don't leave me," the words clumsily part from his purple lips. yeonjun feels a tender hand against the back of his head pulling him into an embrace he'd prayed he'd be able to forget after running away from the life of peace that had terrified him.

you don't see his glazed, wide open eyes from your position, an arm around his neck and a hand running through his hair still dripping water on the nape of his neck, nevermind the shiver that runs down your spine from the cold sleeping through your shirt. a fist harshly squeezes your heart thinking about the man at your mercy.

there is no rain to blame the tears you feel collecting under your chin. a haggard breath of air inhaled, shoulders tense and trembling, a tug on the fabric of your shirt is enough to let you know that choi yeonjun is a man destroyed.

he's a man broken in more ways than one and one who is terrified of being held so compassionately, so fondly. petrified of being hurt again and yet so desperate for a semblance of affection. the weight of feeling unloved and fearing it at the same time weighed him down and chained him to the ground.

"i'll stay," your reassuring words reach his ears like a prayer answered, allowing him to collapse safely into your embrace like never before. once strong arms wrap around your waist as though he is bound to you for eternity, never to let go.

you sway together to the sound of the cars passing down below, unable to see them, standing so far away from the rooftop's railings and in a corner tucked away under the light above his doorway. your bodies mould into one synchronous being, complete like pieces of a puzzle.

yeonjun tightens his hold on you when you reach for the handle bar, pushing the creaky metal door open and into the safety of his small hideaway. finding it difficult to maneuver safely, he lifts you up and lets you wrap your legs around his torso to move you towards his bed, gently placing you down on the edge, letting you regain your bearings.

"please don't leave."

finally able to look into his eyes, yeonjun studies the expression on your face and the way your lips quiver. you bring your palm to cup his face, not needing to reach far as he crouches in front of you, his own hand wrapping over yours to bring you closer and lean further into your touch. his eyes flutter shut, feeling your soft lips press against his forehead, strands of hair brushed away.

"i love you."

"don't ever leave me, please."

"i love you."

"stay."

"i love you, yeonjun."

"i never meant to hurt you."

"i love you."

"i was just scared. i never meant any of it."

"i know, i love you."

"please believe me."

"i do, i love you."

"i love you, too."

"i know."

"how?"

"you always protect me even when i'm not looking."

"but i hurt you. i left."

"but you loved me then too."

"i did— i do. please forgive me. i'm so sorry."

"i love you, yeonjun."

#Oh....#This shit hurt me like a truck #Omg guys read it :0 I love the author's unique writing

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hii congrats on 500 !! this is my first request so plss bear with me

i've been thinking a lot about enemies to lovers(?) with ice skater!yeonjun x ice skater!reader..

the two had been paired together by their coaches but they DO NOT get along

but they have such good chemistry when they perform and they feel it too

then on a day before a competition things just snap and they just cannot keep their hands off each other

again congrats on 500!! :33

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... this was such a good idea!! but idk if I like how I executed it or not (╥﹏╥) so any feedback is super duper appreciated! (I did proofread but I'm almost certain there's a few mistakes, feel free to point them out!)

wc -> 1.9k

pairings ice skater!yeonjun x ice skater!afab!reader warnings semi-public sex, unprotected sex + pullout method, slight descriptions of cum, marking, hate sex?

The feeling of his warm hands on your waist causes an almost burning sensation to ripple through your body, despite the ice rink being well below freezing degrees. Your feet lift off the ground as Yeonjun’s grip on you becomes tighter. — Effortlessly, you land again as the two of you separate. Every moment on both your parts were flawless and you were more than ready for the day ahead. That was until…

“Ow! Fuck!” You cry out in pain as your knee hits the ice beneath you. Confused, you brace yourself against the cold surface as you glance up to see Yeonjun a few paces away, seemingly equally lost. “What’s going on?” Your coach asks as he stands by the entrance of the rink, a frown plastered across his face. “You were supposed to catch me”, you seethe as you turn to your partner.

“And you were supposed to be on my left not my right”, he retorts as he glides over to reach out a helping hand, one that you push away. “No I wasn’t”, you grit out as you rise to your feet, wincing slightly. “Were too”, Yeonjun presses as he folds his arms across his chest, his lips pressing into a thin line. “No I wasn…” — “That’s enough!” Your coach shouts as he beckons you over. With your heads hanging low in shame, the two of you skate toward him.

He sighs as he runs a stressed hand through his short hair. “Get it together”, he pleads as he looks between your and Yeonjun’s unblinking expressions. “You guys perform so well together, learn to put your differences aside and work toward the bigger picture. We can’t afford screw ups like these.”

Screw ups. You glance over at Yeonjun who seems just as disappointed. If anything he was the screw up and not you. He sends you a small glare, seemingly holding similar thoughts of you. “Coach I…” you begin but is quickly silenced by an accusing finger from your trainer. “I don’t want to hear it. Go home, get some rest and come back early tomorrow for a final rehearsal.” He sighs as he gives you one last pleading glance and you nod. “Yes coach.”

“This is all your fault.”

The sounds of the locker slamming shut fills the joint changing room and you glance toward Yeonjun with a scowl. “My fault?” You scoff, sitting on one of the benches you slowly work on untying your shoes. “You’re not the one who ended up with a bruised knee.” You retort as your attention returns to the strings in your hands.

Leaning against his locker, Yeonjun folds his arms across his chest. “You’re the one who can’t follow a simple program. How do I know you won’t mess up tomorrow?” He questions as he cocks an eyebrow at you. Frowning, you don’t look up from your skates, “I’ll mess up? You’re the one who failed to catch me.” You state as you tug at the knots, to little avail as they seemed to draw in tighter against your ankles. .

“And I would have, if you had appeared on my left, like you were supposed to.” He barks as he pulls on his sneakers. — “You always blame shit on me”, you sputter as you helplessly pull at your skates; groaning in frustration when they refuse to budge. Kicking your feet against the tiled floor, you wince as your bruised knee makes itself known once more. “Fucking piece of shit”, you mutter as you brace your hands either side of you on the bench.

Letting out a huff of air, Yeonjun runs a hand through his dark hair. “You’re fucking unbelievable you know that?” He mutters as he marches up toward you. Confused, you blink up at him, “what’re you…doing..” Without even sparing you a glance, he crouches down by your feet as he begins untying your shoes.

“It’s an easy program, I don’t understand what about it is so difficult for you to grasp.” He grunts to himself as his lean fingers work to relieve the pressure the knots on your skates had been putting on your ankles. “Yeonjun what are you…” — “Just shut up will you?” He groans as he pulls one of your skates off before moving on to the next one as he continues his rant.

“You’re so fucking difficult”, he mumbles as the frown on his forehead deepens. “And the worst part is, you don’t even realize it”, his words come out as a breathy laugh as he shakes his head. “Do you know how hard it is to focus out there?” He complains as he pulls your second shoe off before tilting his head up to look at you, bracing his hands on the bench either side of your own.

Too stunned to even speak, you watch him with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. “What?” You whisper, your brows furrowed as you try to make sense of his blunt statements. He chuckles as he runs a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Even outside of the rink you’re fucking oblivious.”

“Yeonjun, what are you talking ab…”

He shuts you up with a harsh kiss to your lips and your eyes go wide as you lean back. Quick to chase after you, Yeonjun pushes you up against the locker as he parts your knees to make room for himself in between. His hands move from their spot on the bench to wander along your upper thighs and waist, pulling your hips forward as he deepens the kiss.

Blinking away the shock, your eyes flutter closed as your hands find their way under his shirt; feeling him up the way you had undeniably wanted to for so long. The fact that you hated Choi Yeonjun was no secret, and neither was it that he hated you too. — However, the thoughts of him you allowed yourself to have late at night when no one else was around; the lingering glances when no one paid attention or the brief spark of electricity that coursed through you whenever his hand brushed against yours, those were all very secret. — You just hadn’t imagined Yeonjun to be carrying the exact same burden.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me”, he groans against your lips, his fingers moving to twiddle with the material of your rather short skirt. Lost in the heat of the moment you sigh against his mouth. “Then why don’t you show me?” — Pulling back to look at you, Yeonjun’s chest heaves up and down, “what did you just say?”, he asks, as if making sure he’d actually heard you right.

You grin as your hands retract from his shirt, pushing his soft hair back, you lean in to whisper against his ear. “I said, why don’t you show me?” You hear him mutter a few curses under his breath as he glances down between your bodies. His tongue prods against the inside of his cheeks as he considers his options. Throwing a quick glance toward the door he then smirks, “your words, not mine.”

With that he reconnects your lips, teeth clashing together as you gasp into each other’s mouths. His hands wrap under your thighs as Yeonjun hoists you up with little effort, just like he did out on the ice. Without breaking the kiss he walks you over to the nearest wall, groaning as your hands tug impatiently at his shirt.

“Off”, you breathe and as he lets you pull the fabric from his body; your eyes immediately drop to his toned torso, nails trailing along the outline of his prominent six pack, recalling the many occasions in which you had ogled his chest. “Fuck you’re so sexy”, Yeonjun mumbles as his gaze focuses on the way you bite your lip as you openly check him out. Your eyes snap up to his, “yeah?” Your fingers pull at the hem of his pants and Yeonjun lets out a small sigh as his lips crash against yours.

“Coach probably thinks we left by now…” you murmur as he moves to trail kisses along your jaw and neck, humming in response. He groans as your hand dips inside his pants to cup his cock through his briefs. “We should hurry, he might come and lock up early…” you urge as Yeonjun sucks harsh marks on your skin; you would have to cover them up for tomorrow.

Peering over at the clock behind him, your hands push his pants down enough to pull his cock free from the confinements of his boxers; making him moan against your skin as you languidly stroke him. The same fingers that you had fantasized about so many times before slip past the lining of your panties, pushing them to the side as he makes room for himself – letting you guide his tip until it's pressing against your wet folds.

Your head falls back and a small gasp escapes your lips as he gently slides himself inside of you, groaning at how you clenched around him. “Fuck”, he grunts as he braces one of his hands on the wall next to your head, the other one maintaining a tight grip on your thigh. “You don’t know how, fuck, hard it is to focus whenever you’re around” — “how often I think of you”, he grits out between thrusts as his lips return to your neck.

“You think about me?” You breathe as your hands grasp his shoulders tightly. Yeonjun huffs out a short breath against your skin, “all the time.” — “God you’re so fucking annoying”, he groans and your cunt clenches at his words. You tug at the strands of his hair, bringing his face level with your own.

“Do you hate me?”

The question makes him smirk as he pries your lips open with his own, his tongue slipping inside easily to slide along yours. “I hate you”, he drawls and you moan into his mouth. — “I don’t think I’ve ever hated anyone the way I hate you.” He pulls back to watch the way you withered under his touch a menacing look on his disgustingly sexy face. “Yet you’re all I can think about.”

“F-fuck, Yeonjun I’m gonna…” You whimper, barely able to finish your sentence as you clench vigorously around him, pulling a groan from him when you finish around his twitching cock. It was a hundred times better than all the previous occasions in which your fingers had made you cum to the thought of him. — “Fuck, do that again”, he grunts as he snaps his hips against yours, making you cry out from the overstimulation.

With a dazed expression you watch as he pulls himself from your dripping cunt, wincing slightly at the loss of him as your gaze drops to the way his fingers wrap around his shaft as he brings himself to his own orgasm. You shudder as the warm liquid coats your stomach, ruining your shirt as it runs down the thin fabric. His hand swipes across your lower abdomen, smearing the mess further along your clothes as he smirks. You glare up at him. “I fucking hate your guts.” — Yeonjun cocks an eyebrow at you as the smirk on his lips widens, “but your pussy loves them.”

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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hii congrats on 500 !! this is my first request so plss bear with me

i've been thinking a lot about enemies to lovers(?) with ice skater!yeonjun x ice skater!reader..

the two had been paired together by their coaches but they DO NOT get along

but they have such good chemistry when they perform and they feel it too

then on a day before a competition things just snap and they just cannot keep their hands off each other

again congrats on 500!! :33

500 BASH SPECIAL

wc -> 1.9k

pairings ice skater!yeonjun x ice skater!afab!reader warnings semi-public sex, unprotected sex + pullout method, slight descriptions of cum, marking, hate sex?

“This is all your fault.”

“Yeonjun, what are you talking ab…”

“Do you hate me?”

#Ohhh ufjckcks #Yj has been my latest obsession #OMG 😭😊#EU3U2UI1IWIEHEHHW

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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Pranking bf!txt with "I want a baby" text

Warning: crack, kinda suggestive in gyu's one

#TERRY ONE #😊😊😊😊😽😽😽😽 Eheheheheh

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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[ᴄ.ʏᴊ] | 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗶𝗿

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: being the newest mbank mc comes with its perks - that's in choi yeonjun's case though as he gets to flirt with you on air!

ᴀ/ɴ: gn reader. this is so old it’s from the gbgb era 😭

“My darlings are here today.” Yeonjun announces with his usual bright smile stretched across his features. You watch fondly as he speaks about his team members, even if he looks quite stupid as he does so with the fake airline hat that’s a bit too big for his head.

“Right. Isn’t it your first time promoting while being an MC, Yeonjun?” You ask, recalling the scripted conversation that was printed onto your cue cards. You mentally pat yourself on the back after saying the sentence correctly and not fumbling over it.

“Yes!” He replies cheerily “Tell me something, [y/n]” Yeonjun adds.

You blink. You don’t quite remember this in the script.

“Yeah?” You reply as your free hand cards through your hair nervously. The pressure to remember your reply has your heart racing nervously. Maybe it’s a little extra embarrassing to forget your line when past MC Soobin (who was extremely good at his job) is politely stood behind you and Yeonjun with the rest of TXT.

“Do you prefer good boys or bad boys?” He asks daringly. You hear a couple of the TXT boys stifle their laughter behind cupped hands and pursed lips at the question.

Definitely not in the script.

“Bad boys, of course” You reply swiftly. Whether it was a set up to introduce TXT, you’re not sure, but you take the lead to part from Yeonjun to introduce the group.

There’s a couple whoops from behind you, accompanied by an eyebrow wiggle from Beomgyu which you caught after the broadcast (a stern message was sent to him after).

With a swift pre-introduction of the group, you slide away to reveal the five members. They cheerily introduce themselves with Yeonjun switching seamlessly between MC Yeonjun and TXT Yeonjun. It’s amazing how he’s able to switch between personas without fumbling over his words.

You’re almost so amazed that you just about miss your cue.

“Y-Yeonjun,” You stutter, jumping onto your cue “Hopefully it’s not too much to ask, but would you and your members like to sing a couple of your killing parts from Good Boy gone Bad?” You smile, hiding how flustered you are behind your mic. A couple of the members giggle lightly, catching that you almost missed your line.

With flushed faces, each member sings their little killing parts. You can’t help but smile brightly, watching as they become a little flustered when the crew cheers them on.

“집어치워 love 개나 줘 forever

피 대신 흘러 monochrome diamonds

Killed it, I killed it myself

곤두박질 부러진 날개로

추락해도 아프지 않아 anymore

I like being bad.” Yeonjun refuted his rap, exuding a confidence that you don’t think you’ll ever have. Any time an MC has asked you to sing or rap when you’re standing in the idol’s position has felt like the world has caved in on you.

“[Y/N].” Yeonjun starts once you’ve all stopped clapping. You nod, looking eagerly at Yeonjun. The devious expression on his face causes your stomach to drop.

“Since you said you like bad boys, did you hear when I said I like being bad?” He smugly asks, ignoring the bird like screeches emanating from his group (namely Kai and Beomgyu) as well as the flustered yelling of staff.

You look absolutely bewildered and the camera man takes the opportunity to zoom in on you. You stare at Yeonjun who continues to smugly smirk, but you can see a lightly red dusting begin to appear on his cheeks.

“Um…” You stutter, wrecking your head to find anything else in the script. Beomgyu is shouting and to say the least, complete chaos is erupting behind you. Not only have the group made it obvious that this definitely isn’t in the script but your reaction solidifies it.

“Anyway,” You segway, desperately trying to find a way out of the situation “Up next, The Boyz and Astro.”

The crew are still laughing as the camera cuts, even the camera shakes as the camera man tries to keep his laugh in. You let out a flustered laugh, beelining for the general waiting room.

You weave past staff, idols and all sorts of people, dodging their laughs and remarks as they had been watching the whole ordeal on the small monitoring screens places throughout the building.

It’s not hard to hear the pounding footsteps that follow behind you. Kai’s loud laugh and the general noise that follows Beomgyu ensures the thought that they’re practically running after you.

You’re swift, though. You reach the MC room and close the door over, ignoring how the staff fawn over you to fix your hair and makeup. You have probable another hour of recording and you’ve practically sweat all of your makeup off from pure nerves.

“[y/n]!” Yeonjun shouts over the sound of the door thwacking off of its hinges. You jump, not expecting the sound or Yeonjun so quickly.

“Did you have to slam the door?” You query, passing a look over your shoulder. Your hair and makeup team were silently pampering you and therefore not giving you room to move. Yeonjun takes the chance to walk in front of you so he can speak to you properly.

“You got so embarrassed, it was funny.” He smiles, laughing at the annoyed look scrawled across your brows. Your makeup artist taps your forehead, silently telling you to stop creasing. You sigh.

“I am never doing a broadcast with you again. You are so lucky that the other MC isn’t here today.” You scoff.

Yeonjun laughs “What do you mean?”

“Cause I’m going to beat your ass and no one is going to be here to stop me.”

#TO READ #Rosy chill rosy chill rosy ch

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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☆ my days with you (they are always happy)

beomgyu x gn!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff/comfort ୨୧ word count: 4.4k ୨୧ summary: after having a crush on your best friend for months, you have a silly, very silly, confession of feelings. ୨୧ a/n: truth be told, this is a little silly, and cheesy, but I wanted needed to write something that felt easy and refreshing. it's a little longer than i originally thought it would be, but it was fun. hope you like it, have a nice day:))

You liked Beomgyu. You liked him because of the way his eyes sparkled when he hummed his favorite song while doing the dishes, when he collapsed on the bed after an endless list of complaints about how tired he was, or when he spoke with overflowing emotion about the things he liked. You liked him because you found in him a kind of gentleness that you didn't find in the rest of the world, that you didn't think you could get from a man. And the amazing thing is that he was a man, but when you were with him, it was as if you saw the world through the eyes of a child. Eyes that saw happiness and didn't twist it, but made it bigger, spread it out and expanded it until those eyes - brown and deep and enchantingly beautiful - were the last thing left.

Perhaps you were in love with one of your closest friends. Or maybe you were just in the right place.

This thought was even harder to resolve when you arrived at your parents' house that Sunday afternoon, having checked off every single item on your mother's shopping list. You had only been out shopping for an hour, but it was as if you were returning home for the first time after the days out of town you had left behind. You didn't even know when you'd left the bags of groceries at the front door, or when you'd turned back to the garden to see that beaming smile with the wrinkles in the cheeks, let alone when your voice, shaky and too anxious for your taste, uttered an embarrassed "hey".

Beomgyu, who until then had been laughing at a ridiculous joke he had shared with your father, turned to look at you with an enchanting calm that could only be found on a beach at sunset, when the moon was doing its thing and the tide was ebbing in deep, sentimental sighs. The boy seemed to see something you couldn't define on your face, for his smile shrank to a soft, almost shy line.

You didn't take your attention off your face as he approached, hands hidden behind his back, and stopped in front of you. Despite your father's loud voice, the mischievous laughter of your younger siblings, and your mother's scolding of the dog to keep it away from the meat ready for roasting, the only thing you found yourself paying attention to was the disturbingly fast beating of your heart.

"Hey," you repeated, no less awkwardly. "What is this, I travel for a few weeks and suddenly my family has already adopted you?"

Beomgyu kept his shy smile and leaned against one of the wooden boards of the porch for a moment. His checkered shirt billowed slightly in the soft summer breeze.

"I think it's your father who decided to adopt me. He says I'm the exact representation of his youth: charming, talented, and outrageously beautiful."

"I think he says that to every young person he meets."

"Are you saying I shouldn't believe him?"

You didn't know when you started smiling, but your cheeks were sure to hurt if you didn't relax the muscles in your face soon.

"No, I'm just saying my father talks too much."

"A sincere and open man, I like him."

"As sincere as a politician in an election debate."

Beomgyu laughed and looked out into the garden, where your father was still sitting in a folding chair with a scowl on his face, trying to light the wood-burning barbecue. In a measured, polite voice that you didn't know he could have and that almost made you want to mock him, Beomgyu offered to help; but when your father looked up and - in the most millennial, bland way possible - gave him a thumbs-up before shouting a friendly "I've got it under control, son," for some stupid, irrational, and probably childish reason, you blushed. You blushed badly.

What the hell, since when did your father call Beomgyu "son"? And since when did your family normally invite one of your friends to join them on Burger Sunday? Was that your mother putting another plate on the table? Was that what Beomgyu did while you were away? Eat your burger in your place?

Beomgyu seemed to read the thoughts embodied in your expression very well, because he laughed softly and lifted a shoulder with an unseemly shyness. Surely, that's how you had captivated them all.

You little harpy.

And yet, to see him as vibrant and jovial as when you left was like a Band-Aid that lightened the burden of stress you'd endured these past few days. When you arrived in town last Thursday night, the first thing you thought of was to look for him, but the idiot had gotten sick from drinking bad milk and had begged you not to visit him until his diarrhea was over. He hadn't texted you since the night before, and you were beginning to think he'd dropped his phone in the toilet during one of his diarrhea attacks, but what you didn't expect was to find him at your house on your way home from the supermarket, nor did you expect to feel the way you felt: nervous, with words thought but never spoken, with desires intensified but more terrifying than ever.

"So... how was the convention that starved you for almost a month?"

You looked up as your younger brother ran past you, the dog not far behind. Before reaching the short stairs that led into the house, Beomgyu scooped your brother up in his arms and spun him around in the air before setting him down and encouraging him back to where your parents were. Your brother ran off with the dog behind him.

You blinked.

"It was a month of physical pain. I didn't know what an international accounting convention would be like until I went to one. I thought it would be like the boring lectures we had in high school and college, but apparently businessmen have fun with taxes and returns."

Beomgyu snorted in amusement and shoved his hands into his pants pockets as he turned to lean against the railing, looking you in the eye with that sweet smile of his.

"I missed you."

"Oh, did you?" you asked, keeping a neutral expression on your face as you raised an eyebrow. Despite your coolness, it wasn't hard to notice a slight blush spreading across your cheeks. It wasn't that you had been away from him for a long time, you had been apart for months at other times, but there was something different about his words this time that made you wonder if he really missed you or if he missed you the way you felt.

"Is that why you snuck into my house as an undercover usurper?"

"See, I've been taking over your family members one by one," he said with mock seriousness as he gave you an exaggerated look. But then the mischievous smile returned to his face, and he took a step closer. "What's the matter with you, aren't you going to confess that you missed me, that you were writhing in agony without my presence?"

"You've been texting me almost every day for the past three weeks, Beomgyu. I don't know how I could have missed you."

Her lips curled into a pout of indignation as she frowned. You noticed that one of his hands was on the railing, inches from yours. "That's really cruel. He was really unhappy."

"Right, how's your diarrhea?"

"Uhmm," he hummed, and from a distance you could tell he was trying to maintain a disinterested expression as he looked away. "I'm a feisty guy, you know? A diet based on soda crackers and oral electrolytes and puf, good as new. Why, are you going to make fun of me? Because let me tell you, you won't make me suffer as much as Yeonjun and Soobin already have."

"Diarrhea teasing is not my strong point."

Beomgyu let out a gasping, feigned sigh and placed his right hand over his heart, his eyes dramatically wide. "Is this empathy real, is it possible you'll come back a little softer?"

You snorted and shook your head. You couldn't remember when last summer had been like this: quiet conversations, laughter, and a silence that seemed somehow comfortable even when tension was building between you. You had forgotten the ease that had always existed between the two of you. You used to hate these months of excessive heat and aimless days, but ever since you met Beomgyu, you begged for every chance to laugh together, no matter the season.

"I'm not going to laugh," you said, lowering your eyes to your hands. You were about to say something else, but the words died in your mouth as he moved even closer, sliding his hand over yours on the railing.

You nearly choked on your own saliva. God, why did you get so nervous, didn't you just talk about diarrhea a few seconds ago?

You said nothing, and neither did he, but you watched his cautious, anxious expression before looking down again at your joined hands with his hand: yours flattened against the light wood, covered by his slender fingers and the soft, delicate pads of his thumbs, almost always rough and calloused from constant use of his guitar. His hand was warm, and you felt your heart flutter as he ran his thumb over the knuckles of your hand. It was a gentle, casual, maybe even innocent gesture, but it felt like a million fireworks on the skin of your hand.

"I... I thought about you while I was away."

He didn't answer, he just turned to look at you, and you couldn't help but feel your heart beat faster when you saw the look on his face. His smile was still there, but it had changed, it had become softer, and you felt like it was the only thing you could hold onto to keep from blurting out the pile of words that had begun to form on the tip of your tongue.

"It's stupid, isn't it?" you added, trying not to notice the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as his fingers brushed harder against yours, as if encouraging you to speak, to spit out the words before they bloated your stomach and turned you into a useless ball of desire and... God, weren't those lips so beautiful? "I've missed you. I've missed you all week."

"All month?" He corrected quietly, and you just rolled your eyes as you tilted your head toward the floor and kicked an invisible rock.

"I guess I miss you every day since I met you."

Even though you saw his smile widen out of the corner of your eye, he didn't respond right away, and that made the knot of apprehension in your chest grow. However, the wave of fear dissipated as soon as it came. His thumb was right on your pulse, probably sensing the way it had quickened for him. His touch was tender, nothing more than the gentle pressure of his thumb against your skin, but you were so mesmerized by the soft gesture that you barely noticed when he took a step closer, his body so close to yours that it was as if you were enveloped in the soft scent of his cologne. It felt like a secret moment, the way that even with your whole family gathered around the grill preparing dinner and the two of you, separated by the noise, just a few feet away, you didn't seem to notice anything but each other's presence.

"Tell me more about it." His voice was lower, softer, sending shivers down your spine.

"You want me to talk about how I missed you?"

He bit his lip as he gave you a mischievous, perhaps very silly smile and... No, it definitely wasn't the smile of someone who wanted to grab your heart and run away, was it? Because, hell, it felt like that.

You forced yourself to look away from his lips. Nothing could make you stupider. Nothing could make you freak out more. You had to avoid them, avoid the madness. But it was in vain, a deluded attempt to escape the traps of your heart, because just as you looked into his eyes, he dropped his gaze to your mouth for a moment, and you were convinced he could feel your pulse fluttering under his thumb. He took another step. Now he was close enough to push your back against the railing, his hand fully clenched over yours, and his eyes lost on your lips, begging you to speak up and do something stupid.

And so you did.

"I... I can tell you how I think of you when I see something funny. Or something frighteningly beautiful. Like those pink sunrises we barely see if we're not lazy and stay in bed till noon. Or two cats curled up on the sidewalk. Not that I want to cuddle with you, mind you... Well, it's not that I don't want to. The point is, cats are cute. Like you."

With a grimace, you paused to take it in and then forced yourself to pretend you hadn't said that. But you were strong, and you didn't let yourself stop, because you had already screwed up, and you knew that if you didn't say those words right then, you could never say them again.

"Today I was surprised to see you with my father, laughing and joking, when my father doesn't laugh with any boy who is related to me. Then I was even more surprised that it felt so intimate, so familiar, so close. I don't know if it was like one of those equations that I know at first glance will make me lose my mind and want to give up life at the slightest attempt to solve it, or one of those formulas that, even unsolved, look like one of the most beautiful in the mathematical world. Yes, I... I just made a metaphor using the words "beautiful" and "mathematical" in the same sentence. Okay, okay, stop laughing. It's just... You laughing with my father, what a disaster. What a disaster to realize that every aspect of my life likes you and what a disaster that every aspect of my life clings to you so much. I think that's why I miss you even when we're close. I don't want there to be any distance between us.

There it was, you said it. Done. Now you could breathe. Now your heart could relax a little, take a blanket and wait for the rainbow or the misfortune. It could go get a bunch of duct tape and Band-Aids or get naked and pole dance around an artery. It could get a funeral box or start believing that it's immortal. And it all depended on the guy in front of you.

Beomgyu's gaze was soft, as soft and gentle as the scenarios that automatically began to form in your head when you saw the mixture of surprise and tenderness that ran through his expression when you finished speaking. He looked down at his hands clasped against yours and exhaled a laugh that came out a little shaky. Then he returned to your gaze and stood there, silently studying you.

"I want to answer you," he whispered, "but I want to make sure I find the right words.

Idiot.

You tried very hard to keep a serene expression on your face, as if your world wasn't hanging by a thread. Then he did something you'd never seen before: he swallowed spit, his gaze sliding down to linger on your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes and swallowing again. "Wait a minute," he said hoarsely.

Without warning, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing against the railing as you struggled to catch your breath.What the hell had that been? You watched as he walked over to the garden table, grabbed a soda, then walked back over to you and leaned against the railing next to you.

He cleared his throat, took a sip, then looked back at you.

"Are you kidding me?" there was a mix of emotions in your voice, amusement, confusion, embarrassment, insecurity, indignation..., the urge to grab the soda can from him and bash his head with it.

Beomgyu blinked, seemingly surprised by your statement, then laughed, his mouth twisting into a smile that felt like a prize.

"What?" he asked, his eyes flashing. You tightened your mouth and he laughed even harder. "I can't believe you just said that!"

"What an asshole," you muttered, nudging his side.

He laughed, but his arms shot out to hold you, just as your nudge knocked him off balance for a moment. His hands wrapped around your arms and he straightened up, but he didn't let go of you or wipe that goofy grin off his face. You struggled to keep up the gesture of annoyance, though it didn't work very well when he pulled you to him.

"I... I'm actually pretty nervous."

His gaze had dropped to your mouth again, and when it came back up to meet your eyes, he bit his lip. His gaze was intense, as if he was struggling to find the right words to say whatever it was he was thinking. He let go of your arms to lean against the railing next to you, keeping his distance so close that your shoulder was trapped between his right arm and his side.

"I want to kiss you, but your dad is right behind me and I'm afraid he'll leave me without a burger," he joked, but his laugh came out too quickly and you realized he was really nervous. His gaze landed on your mouth again and he held it there for what seemed like an eternity before he let out a loud breath and closed his eyes. You were still processing the fact that the words "I want to kiss you" had just come out of his mouth.

"I'm sure you can live without a hamburger, Beomgyu."

His gaze returned to your mouth and your heart skipped a beat as he came even closer. Now he was so close you could feel his breath caressing your lips as he brought his hand to your waist to pull you even closer, and his lips - so soft, so tantalizing, and so agonizingly close to yours - parted and they were about to say something when suddenly your father's voice boomed across the yard.

"Hey, guys," he said in a hoarse voice. "Dinner's almost ready."

The sound of his voice made you jump, and you were surprised at how quickly Beomgyu turned away, taking several steps back and moving as far away from you as possible. His face was red and he held his arms carefully at his sides as your father looked up at the two of you.

"Is everything okay here? You two looked very... lovey-dovey," your father joked, his eyes narrowing as he watched both of your reddened faces and Beomgyu desperately trying to act normal.

"Eh-" Beomgyu opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. He opened and closed his mouth as if he was struggling to come up with an excuse. Your father, who was now smiling broadly, looked from Beomgyu to you and back to Beomgyu, who was still struggling. "Sir, I am in love with your daughter."

His unplanned statement came out in a rush, and your face quickly turned to him, mouth agape. He was also surprised by his own words, his eyes widened even more and he now looked at you in disbelief, his lips parted slightly as he processed what he had said. My goodness...

Your father had dropped the lid of the grill, your mother had stopped making the salad, and your brothers had stopped torturing the dog to look at you and Beomgyu. There was silence; no one moved or said anything. For a moment there was only the humming of the grill and the whisper of an occasional breeze. You were sure that Beomgyu could hear your heart beating in your chest and you were sure that you could hear it when he swallowed spit. He was so red, so shocked, that you thought he would faint right there, or run out first and then pass out in front of your house.

"Gee, well." After a long silence, your father nodded and added, "I'm sure dinner will be a long one."

You wondered if the seriousness in his tone was real.

Beomgyu shivered like a tired old oak leaf. Your mother shook her head, struggling to keep a smile from peeking out of her lips. Your siblings, like you, just stared at him, eyes wide.

Your father broke the second silence by clearing his throat and tapping the lid of the grill.

"I think the burgers are ready."

Before you could find the stability to move towards your family, Beomgyu's hand wrapped around your arm and his eyes, now wide and ridiculously expressive, shouted the words you had been waiting for.

"Listen."

"Yes?"

"I... I... It slipped out of my mouth."

"I know." Oh, God. No. You didn't know. You didn't know anything. You weren't thinking clearly. Your heart had eloped to a party and your brain had followed.

"Your dad likes me, look, it doesn't look like he's going to let me go without a burger."

"Beomgyu, I..."

"Listen," he repeated, and you would have told him to lower his voice if you hadn't seen his determination. "If your father banishes me from your house and I don't survive the heartbreak to tell you, I want you to know that I've been thinking about you all this time, every day, at all hours; especially in the morning, which is why every day starts out well now and is all happy and pretty and cheesy and all that. You're so... so fucking cute and distracting, which is why you saw me with my shirt on backwards the other day, which also explains the toothpaste stain on my sweater; oh! And the different colored socks. I didn't know that... This, that... you know, yeah... Love made people so clumsy and clueless, but now I know that if I get hit by a tricycle going three miles an hour, it will be because I was thinking of you”.

He was still talking, the words coming out of him as fast as the stream of water coming out of the hose one of your brothers was using to wash a sausage he had dropped on the floor. You just stood there, mouth agape, struggling to take in and process all those words.

"And just a moment ago I was so excited, so high, such an idiot for what you said to me, I can't believe I almost left without telling you, because I've been wanting to tell you forever. I don't know if it was those beautiful cheeks that I want to cradle and pull and pinch and bite all the time, or if it was the way your lashes whispered romantic tales and happy endings to me. I... I don't know how you did it, or what seductive trick you used to trap me, but you can take as much from me as you want; I don't know how much I have, only that I was empty until you came”.

Beomgyu finished, paused for a moment, and then smiled and shrugged, such an adorable and nervous and yet ridiculous and funny gesture. "Well, that... that's it."

There was no air in your lungs. Your heart, which had come back drunk, racing and out of breath, was beating so fast that you couldn't think of anything but the deafening sound it was making in your chest. One, two, three minutes passed and you still hadn't regained your mobility. Beomgyu inhaled sharply, shrugged again, and gestured to the table where the rest of your family was already sitting, looking at you, trying to pretend they weren't listening.

"I think they're all waiting for us to eat."

Fortunately, he made the decision for you and took your hand to lead you to the table. You still had your eyes fixed on him and your mouth hanging open as he led you to your seat. You sat down and your trembling legs were grateful, but your hand felt empty, sweaty and scared when it came away from his.

Beomgyu cleared his throat, blushed at the sight of you and murmured, "I'll be back in a minute, okay?" Then he left, mumbling something about going to the bathroom.

Your father looked at you as if he expected you to say something, but he must have seen the embarrassment and confusion on your face, because he then turned to your mother. "Did you understand him? I didn't understand him."

Your mother laughed. "I love that boy, but God, he talks fast."

"He wants to bite her cheeks," said one of your siblings.

"And pinch them." Said the other.

Your father nearly choked on his soda, and you nearly fell out of your chair.

"What? What is he talking about?"

"He wants to bite her!" your younger brother nearly howled with laughter. "He's always talking about biting her cheeks."

"And pinching them."

You covered your face with your hands and grinned like a fool. You didn't mind the dozens of questions your father asked and the teasing of your siblings; you looked at your mother's smile, full of peace, hope, promised laughter and dreams to be fulfilled, and you admitted to yourself that the days with Beomgyu would always carry a load of happiness that was capable of subtracting the importance of everything else.

At the same time, Beomgyu was leaning against the wall and facing the closed bathroom door, trying to sort out his thoughts. As he stood in front of you, the words came out of him so fast that he didn't even have time to realize how hasty and awkward his statement was. He felt exposed, vulnerable, he needed a moment or two or many to recover, but he was undeniably happy.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, thinking of you and laughing for no reason.

"Oh my God..." he murmured. "I'm so fucked up."

#Too read :0 #I love silly confessions

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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locked out (c.yj)

wc. 1468

genre. smut

tags. resident assistant!yeonjun x fem!reader, making out, handjob

a/n. this was definitely not a fantasy i had about one of the r.a.s that lived in my building last year. this one is a doozy but i hope you guys enjoy it lol

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the knock on his door pulled yeonjun out of his desk chair. he sighed and reluctantly shuffled across the room. as he opened the door, he was met with the familiar sight of you, the shy resident that looked up at him with wide eyes when he held open the elevator doors for you on move-in day. now you stood in front of him with the same nervous energy.

he turned on his “on the lock voice” as he asked you what brought you to his door. you smiled bashfully, stumbling over your words as you explained that you got locked out of your room. he glanced down at his phone to check the time. 10:34pm flashed on the screen. he looked back at you apologetically. “the resource office is closed and i’m not sure who is on night duty today.” he explained to you.

“oh,” disappointment filled your face as your smile faltered.

“have you tried reaching your roommate?” he suggested.

you nodded, slumping your shoulders. “yeah, but she isn’t home and she says she might not be back for another hour or so.” your gaze drifted past yeonjun, lingering on the warmth of his room behind. “can i stay here?”

yeonjun looked back at his room for a moment and reminisced about the peaceful night he thought he was going to have. he turned back to you, eying you up and down. you were wearing a black mini skirt paired with a matching leather jacket. your arms were behind you, trying (and failing) to conceal the brown paper bag that you clutched in your hands.

he hesitated, sighing and massaging his temple, weighing his options. he couldn’t really deny support to one of his residents, especially when you were smiling at him so expectantly and coyly. “why not?” he finally relented, pushing the door open wider for you to walk in.

he watched you step inside and remove your jacket. you took a seat on the couch and also took in his room. his studio was a lot larger than yours, even though it was meant for one person, but those are just the perks of his job. the soft lighting of his desk lamp cast a gentle glow across the walls and his meticulously made bed that was tucked neatly against the back wall. he watched your face as your mind contorted trying to place his room in file of the character you have made of him.

yeonjun walked in after you, but towards his desk instead. he glanced at the waiting room of his video game that had just loaded as soon as you knocked on his door. he sighed wistfully, shutting down the game and closing his computer. with a resigned air, he moved to join you on the couch. “so, how has your semester been so far?” he asked.

“it’s been okay,” you bit your bottom lip.

“made any friends?”

“i thought i did, but they ditched me tonight.” you admitted. you tried to mask your disappointment but he saw right through it.

“oh, that sucks.” he tapped your hand in support. “but it’s just the beginning of the year so you’re going to make new friends in no time.”

“yeah, true. at least i get to be here with you.” you tried to joke in a pathetic attempt to lighten the mood. yeonjun gave you a pity laugh and the conversation quickly dwindled from there.

you scanned the wall of his room, eyeing the posters, trying to find something that you could make into a conversation. yeonjun opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again. he too looked around the room, racking his brain on what he could say to fill the void. your eyes met and you exchanged a tight lipped smile before immediately averting eye contact.

the silence stretched, filled only by the ambient hum of the room and the voices on the street outside.

“i’m sorry,” you laughed nervously after a while. “this is so awkward.”

“no, it’s not–” he started, but then he laughed too. “actually, yeah it is.”

“i’m usually better at talking to people, but this is just different, i guess,” you confessed, both of you turning to face each other.

“why would this be different?”

“this is so embarrassing. i shouldn’t have said anything,” you hid your hands in your face. he insisted you have to tell him, prying your hands off your face, a playful grin spreading across his face. you groaned but he promised that he wouldn’t laugh and so you told him all about the little crush on him that you had developed since the moment you met him.

you couldn’t stop the word vomit from rushing out of your mouth and yeonjun looked at you with amused eyes as you rambled on and on about how interesting and funny and cool and kind you think he is.

yeonjun reached out to gently take your hand. he squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing against your skin to comfort you. you inched closer and closer to him, trying to close the gap between the two of you. before he could process, your lips were on his, your hands cupping his face.

he pulled away and you were quick to rush into apologies and gather your things from the floor. yeonjun pulled you back into the kiss. without breaking the kiss, he pulled you onto his lap and you straddled him.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, your fingers threading through his hair in a way that makes him moan into the kiss. his hands roamed your back, pushing your chest closer to his. he had to admit, you’re a really good actress – the way you walked into his room, giving him your pathetic story about locking yourself out. but now he was the pathetic one underneath you.

he broke apart from the kiss briefly. your foreheads rested against each other, your warm breath on his lips as you panted softly. “we really shouldn’t be doing this.” he groaned when you grinded against him. your hands made their way to the waistband of his gray sweatpants.

“i wouldn’t tell, if you don’t.” you pressed a series of tender kisses along his jawline.

yeonjun let out a low ok and you slid your hand inside his pants, your fingers brushing against his growing cock. his head fell back against the couch at the contact. you wrapped your hand around him, feeling his hardness as you began to stroke him slowly, deliberately, and gently.

yeonjun could feel himself quickly going insane with your every teasing touch, his breathing growing heavier. “that feels so good.” you watched him whisper with his eyes half-closed in pleasure. you watched intently at the way his expression shifted with each movement, the way his body responded to your touch.

as your hand moved faster, his breathing became more ragged, his moans loader. each stroke brought him closer to the edge, his body tense and trembling under your touch. he could feel the power you held over him and how his need for you grew with every passing second.

yeonjun’s hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss again. the room felt like it was spinning and the only thing that was keeping him grounded was his hands that gripped your hips, guiding your movements against him.

just as he was about to reach his orgasm, your phone rang. the sound jolted you both out of your haze. yeonjun let out a frustrated groan, his head falling back against the couch. “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” he muttered.

a string of curses fell from your lips as you reluctantly pulled away from him. your hand slipped out of his sweatpants, and you dug through your purse looking for your phone. the caller id showed your roommate’s name.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered as you answered the phone.

you tried to regain your composure and hoped that your roommate couldn’t sense your heart rate skyrocketing as yeonjun reattached his lips to your neck, biting and sucking ever so gently while your roommate tells you that she just got back to the dorm and she was making her way upstairs.

“okay, i’ll– i’ll see you soon.” you hung up the phone. “i have to go. my roommate is coming up now.” you told yeonjun, who whined in protest but still allowed you to collect your things and orient yourself before you left.

he walked you over to his door, and you turned around to pull him into a long, lingering kiss, your fingers gently curling into his hair. his lips met yours with fervor, but you quickly pulled away and opened the door.

“i’ll see you around, yeah?”

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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-stars on windows- ⋆·˚ ༘ *

✿ ( genre⠀ ) … hk x fab reader, oneshot, established relationship, suggestive, fluff, just straight smut.

𝜗𝜚 ( warnings⠀ ) … car sex, roadtrip, eating, sweat, aftercare, giggles, cursing, unprotected sex [DONT DO THAT BABES], hickeys, pet names -princess, baby, love, etc.

☆ ( word count⠀ ) … 1.9k

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“hehe these are my favorite!” you giggled when you saw the gas station had your favorite gummy worms. your boyfriend kai smiling as he walked up to you holding a stack of snacks and drinks, turning to him a look of shock came on your face “oh my god kai!” you laughed at him. “baby why do you have 2 bags of chips, 3 candies, and… 5 sodas?!” you laughed shocked at how many things he was gonna buy. “actually there’s 4 candies” he laughed dropping a bag of m&ms, “see those, those were the fourth” laughing you bent down to pick them up. “hyuka, do we really need all of those? you know we only have 2 more hours till we get to the beach…also it’s just you and I?!” you and kai were going on a weekend getaway to the beach, it was your first trip together as a couple. you had stopped at a gas station to get snacks and to refuel the car. you had been driving for about 3 hours already and were in desperate need of some snackies. “but they had so many choices…i needed to get all of them!” he said pouting. “and besides if we don’t eat all of them in the car we can save them for the beach!” he said smiling. “okay okay that makes sense, but your sharing with me” you said scrunching your face at him. “baby baby you really thought i was gonna get all this stuff andddd not give you any?! you’re very mistaken” he said giggling. you took some of the snacks out of his arms so he wouldn’t drop it while walking to the counter. you both plopped down all the snacks, as the cashier gave you guys a crazy look. you both looked at eachother laughing. you paid and took the bags walking out of the gas station back to your car that was sitting next to a pump.

“okayy my passenger princess, you go sit and relax while I refuel the car yeah?” he said smiling at you as you nodded giggling then unlocked the car and got in the passenger side, plopping down in the seat immediately opening a soda and your gummy worms. you watched your boyfriend put gas into the car from the window as you stuffed your face with sugar, you stared and just stared. something about the gas station lighting just made his features extra perfect. kai came to the window of the front seat making a silly face at you, you laughed. god was he cute, so cute. kai finished pumping the gas then getting in the car, starting the engine, looking at you already eating the snacks, he giggled. “you were staring huh? saw you, your eyes were glued onto me…” he said obviously teasing you. “what? you just look like really nice in this lighting…” you said blushing a bit. “yeah? do i?” “…yes” kai then moved his eyes to the steering wheel, pressing on the gas. “wait hold on kai! i don’t have my seatbelt on!” you said laughing trying to quickly put it on. “oh no need, i’m not going far” he said pulling to the side of the gas station parking horribly. “w-what? why?” he turned over to you, moving the bags of snacks into the back seat floor. “kai…” he leaned over smiling before kissing your lips. you smiled against his lips, kissing back. his hands traveled to your waist, caressing your exposed skin from the crop top you were wearing. he pulled away, smiling at you so giddy. “kai…baby why are we still here?” you asked feeling confused but also a bit aroused.

“well…you said how the lighting was good here, and well i thought about it for a second and thought…we’ve never fucked in the car before…and well” he said looking down at his tent in his pants. you giggled, “so you wanna fuck…in the car…right here?” i mean it wasn’t a bad idea…the lighting was so pretty, the lights still shining but still being in the dark where it would be hard to see us, and it was almost midnight. you were starting to get excited, you’ve always had “car sex” on your bucket list but…it didn’t really cross your mind when you thought about this road trip with your boyfriend. it has been so wholesome this whole time…now your sitting in the car with your boyfriend eye fucking you with a boner in his lap. “yeah…really wanna fuck you here” he said his ears getting red. “let’s do it.” you said putting a strand of hair behind your ear. kai smiled moving his hands up to cup your cheeks, kissing you so softly but with so much passion. you put your hands around his neck pulling him closer, kissing him deeper. he pulled away as a string of spit fell between you, he moved back reaching down to put his chair back. he looked you as you admired his gorgeous fucking face, taking your shirt off over your head. he leaned down pressing soft kisses on your jaw line, moving down to your neck, leaving small love bites. you moaned softly, moving your hand up to run through his soft fluffy hair. “kai~” you moaned his name all breathy with lust in your voice. you brought your hands to the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his head as he pulled away from your neck that was now covered in marks. throwing his shirt into the floor, kai untied your strings to your sweatpants pulling them down. “god…you look so pretty love” he said letting your pants drop into the floor. his hand going to your clothed pussy, touching you.

“mhm…so wet” he said giggling, you giggled looking up at him smiling softly. he removed his fingers as he slid down his sweatpants throwing them in the backseat somewhere. he didn’t care he just wanted you so bad, so fucking bad. your eyes fell to his tent in his boxers, you moved your hand to gently touch his tip. he groaned, “oh baby…take them off, please” he said leaning his head back. he didn’t have to say twice, you slide his boxers off, throwing them into the back. “come here bb” he said smiling. you reached your leg over as he grabbed your waist helping you sit on his lap. he groaned as you sat on his bare cock, “f-fuck, need those off pretty” he said sliding your underwear off, throwing them. you moaned as his cock poked your pussy, “you alright if I go straight in?” “no condom?” you said a small smile creeping on your lips, “yeah yeah, is that okay?” he said with genuine concern and seriousness in his voice, making eye contact with you. he waited for your response. you nod, “yeah yeah, i’m on the pill just in case” he smiles then biting his lip his eyes never leaving yours. grabbing his cock, rubbing it against your folds, you both groaning from the sudden pleasure. “hehe you’re so wet babyy” he said leaving a sloppy kiss underneath your ear. he kept teasing your clit with his tip, making you moan softly. “mhm kai…please” he looked at your eyes looking for approval to enter you, you nod as he sinks into you. tears forming in your eyes as you moan from the pain soon to become pleasure.

he groaned as his cock disappeared into your cunt. “fuck baby, so tight…you okay?” looking up at you, your mouth agape. you nodded, feeling like your boyfriend was tearing up your insides, but holy shit it felt so fucking good. you leaned over on his shoulder, arching so he could thrust inside you. he held onto your back as he moved almost all the way out and thrusting inside you. “mhm kai!” you moaned as his slammed against you. he rubbed your back with his hand, “that’s it baby, make all those pretty noises for me, wanna hear how i’m makin you feel” he said moaning softly into your ear. kai moved his hips again thrusting back out and into you, becoming a slow pattern. “mhm bab- baby” you moaned your head leaning on his shoulder, one of your hands on his other shoulder and the other gripping the car seat. his moans growing louder, more whinier. “so fucking tight and warm around me…you are perfect baby” he said giggling. you giggled back, then gasping as he hit that one spot that made you feel like mush. reaching back looking at his face, now supporting yourself with both arms on his shoulders. breathing heavily, skin slapping, windows fogging up. god it was so pretty, his moans were so pretty, his face was so pretty, the way his face scrunched up as he slammed into your pretty cunt, so fucking adorable. “did i hit that good spot yeah? mhm you sound so cute, moaning from my cock slamming into that gorgeous cunt of yours” kai said looking up at you, mouth opening moaning. “fuck y/nnie baby…”

his pace getting faster and sloppier. moans getting louder. he slammed his cock into you faster and faster. sweat starting to drop down each others bodies. it was so fucking hot in that damn car, but it was soooo worth it. his hair sticking to his forehead. “kai…mhm kai! getting close so close” you said moaning like crazy. “me too baby, just a little long-” he groaned as you clenched around his cock. “fuck baby…that feels so good, do that again~” you clenched around him again, as he groaned again. “so close gonna cum god…” he moaned. “mhm…kai, i’m almost there” you moaned gripping onto his shoulders, he made his thrusts faster and as deep as he could. “bb so close, godd” he moaned leaning down to your neck sucking on your skin. that pushed you over the edge, clenching around his cock. hitting your peak, moaning so loudly. that sent kai over the edge with one clench he was shooting all his cum into your pussy. “fuck! baby…cumming” you groaned feeling his warm cum filling your cunt. “mhm kaiii” you said looking at him mouth agape your face clenched. he kissed your lips, moaning into your mouth. leaning back, you stared at eachother for a couple seconds breathing heavily. then laughing, he hugged you. “i love you so much bb, you did amazing” he said hugging you tight. “i love you too hyuka, so much” you both groaned as he pulled out of you, cum spilling out of you. “we made a mess…” you laughed, “let’s worry about that later, let’s just breathe” he said pulling you to his chest laying you down tracing patterns on your back. you laid your head to the side looking at the completely fogged up window, kai stared at you. you raised your finger up to the window drawing stars. kai’s eyes lit up as he saw you drawing stars on the window. “oh my god, love you are so adorable it’s killing me” he said kissing your shoulder, rubbing your back. your breathing getting back to normal, “how about we get dressed again, i’m sorry you will have to feel sticky down there for a while, but i promise right when we get to the hotel I will clean you up so well” he said smiling. “okie bb” you said looking at him smiling, leaving such a loving kiss on his lips.

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stars4ni ©

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 5 months ago

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PLAY REVENGE teaser

genre: non idol au, romance, neighbors to enemies to fake dating. pairing: soobin x fem!reader. warnings: nsfw. summary: in which your boyfriend cheats on you with your neighbor's girlfriend and you are decided to play revenge, with a little help from your grumpy and reluctant neighbor. a/u: for now, this is the base idea; while writing on this i'll see whether it'll be a long one shot or devided into chapters.

“Fuck, kiss me.”

Soobin’s face goes blank as he stares down at you, thinking to himself― hoping to himself that he had misheard you but the eagerness twisting your factions as you turned around to look up at him, your eyebrows knitting and your eyes dropping in a millisecond to his lips, had him realizing that this wasn’t another one of your dumb and annoying jokes.

You move too fast for him to understand anything of the current actions developing. First, he watches you take a quick peek from the corner of your eye, curiosity winning over him to copy you and look to where you were so preoccupied looking over to, but all Soobin could catch a glimpse of was the pair of all-too-well known yet blurry silhouettes before your hands harshly grabbed onto the collar of his t-shirt, pulling him down with an unknown force to your height, warm lips smashing against his.

A shocked groan erupted from the back of his throat while his eyes opened up like two round plates. His hands instantly moved up to your shoulders, trying to regain some composure and control of the situation while mindlessly talking a step back. But, on the contrary of him, all you did was follow the steps he gave and wrapped your arms around his neck, drinking in the annoyed huff exhaled by him.

“Stick… to the plan…” you managed to mumble against his lips, putting an inch of distance in between for him to comprehend you before your lips were all over his again. Even with your eyes closed, you could picture Soobin rolling his eyes at you.

His hands were doubtful at first, but ended up switching places and resting on your hips, tense fingers pressing against your hip bone.

“Soobin?!”

“Y-Y/N… what is this?”

Just then, at the familiar voices of both of your exes, standing a few feet away from the two of you, stunned expression on their faces, you pulled away from your neighbor's lips, your arms remaining over his shoulders, keeping the two of you extremely close, more than you’d ever want to.

“Oh!” you exclaimed, covering your mouth in surprise with one hand, eyebrows jumping. “Well, this is kinda awkward… don’t you think so, baby?”

“Wh-what did she call you?” Soobin’s eyes flicked from your eyes shining in scheme to the girl who had been his girlfriend just until last week, when she decided to break up the long-term relationship they had shared for many years, only to launch her new relationship with, what a surprise, his neighbor’s boyfriend… or ex-boyfriend, a couple of days later.

“This is a joke, right?” Soobin’s eyes moved following the path the questioned flowed, falling over the tall boy he had seen only once, by mere chance, standing next to his ex, staring at you with an eyebrow raised and his eyes opened in disbelief. “… Well? Say something, Y/n, what is the meaning of this?”

Finally, Soobin looked back at you, swallowing back down the incredulous scoff he so wanted to let out when he saw the corner of your lips stretching into an amused smile, hiding behind the hand covering your mouth. He found himself pulling you a little closer by the hand that had been resting on the side of your hip this whole time, giving Yeonjun the best glare he could pull off which, considering all the circumstances of the things that had gone down in less than a month, was pretty easy to do.

“She doesn’t own you any explanations.”

“And who are you to talk on her behalf?”

“Me?” you looked up, observing how Soobin scoffed before the corner of his lip stretched into a tiny, smug smirk; head tilting down to meet your eyes, hand on your hip tightening its touch almost painfully for you to let out a whine, almost. “I’m her boyfriend, of course.”

#HOLY FUCK IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS

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ur-mother-realnotclickbait · 6 months ago

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「 GREED 」

DREAM RECALL your kind heart often led you down dangerous paths. So when there's a knock on your door and you find a beautiful man in dire need of your help, who are you to turn him down? Even if it may cost you your life.

pairings vampire!taehyun x afab!human reader warnings minor character death, descriptions of violence, descriptions of injury, DUB-CON (taehyun compels reader), blood drinking, oral (f. rec), vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, breast play, marking, choking, manhandling, slight dumbification?, taehyun refers to reader only as 'human', prey/predator dynamics. please let me know if I missed any !!

wc -> 6.5k

#serene adds ✎... ahem the literal bible of warnings...anyway! guys I lowkey really like this one, it's my first ever vampire fic, which is crazy because I'm a diehard vampire fan (name any show/movie/book and I will know of it) so I'm surprised that I've managed to go this long without writing one. I really didn't intend for it to get this long and um like 1/3 is just smut... happy reading ! :3

The radio of your old car made a bruising noise before giving up completely, your last bit of civilization diminishing to nothing. Sighing you glance toward your GPS, but even that seemed futile. “I guess it’s just you and me now, Lola”, you state as you peer at your dog in the rear view mirror.

Ahead, the narrow road made for a bumpy ride as you dwelled deeper into the forest. Surrounding you were pine trees, standing tall and proud, looming over you in an almost menacing way, as if to say; you are not welcome here. With both your phone and radio cut off, you were beginning to think that maybe there lay something in the unspoken words of the trees. This was no place for humans, yet you recognized the way the road turned, if ever so slightly, not to mention the familiar large stone that you had climbed so many times before.

Soon the small cottage comes into view, and it was just as you had remembered it, save for the overgrown lawn that reaches its way through the old wooden planks of the porch. Your vehicle comes to a stop and as you step outside, the earthy smell of the forest greets you. Lola, on the other hand, sems skeptical; she fuzzes for a moment before finally getting out as you opened the trunk for her. “Oh don’t be so quick to judge it, you haven’t even seen the inside yet”, you give your dog a few pats before retrieving your large bag from the car.

The old wooden steps creak under your weight as you make your way toward the front door. Rust had formed around the lock and it took more than a few tries to get the darned thing opened. With the push of your shoulder, the old door finally budges and you step inside. Nostalgia immediately fills your senses, it smells stuffy and old yet exactly like your childhood. The many summers you had spent cooped up in the small house, plenty of your drawings remaining on the wallpapered walls.

It had been years since the passing of your parents, years since the house became yours, and years since anyone had even bothered to acknowledge its existence. In a way, you supposed you felt bad for the place, yet you hadn’t been able to come here without the painful memories of your parents flooding your mind. Not up until recently had you felt ready, ready to return here and remember the good things, the good memories. You wanted this house to remain a happy place for you.

“Well it could definitely use a sweep, what’d you say, Lola?” The dog lets out a gruff of agreement as she noses at the dust covered sofa with a displeased look. Most of the place had been drowned in layers upon layers of dust and spiderwebs, you were certain that all kinds of animals lingered around the old building, seeking shelter from the harsh conditions the outside world provided.

You spend the rest of the day cleaning, going through old photographs and personal belongings of both you and your parents. The downs of being an only child you supposed, not having anyone to share your grief with. It would’ve been nice to not be completely alone in the mess that your parents left, from arranging their funeral to selling their house back in the city. The project that was this cabin had all become too much, and thus you had put it off, admittedly for longer than you had originally intended. Though now that you were finally getting around to it, it was with a light heart rather than a heavy.

By nightfall you had finished off practically all of the first floor. Flopping down on the now very much clean couch, you let out a tired sigh. Lola was sleeping peacefully on the carpet nearby and you leaned to give her a few pats before reaching for your phone. The device had been in and out of signal throughout the day, you figured you could try your luck with a call.

Bringing it up to your ear, your phone rings, once, twice, three times before there’s a shift in the audio. “Hello?” The voice of your friend calls out on the other line and a small sigh of relief escapes your lips. “Jjunie? Hii, it’s me! Can you hear me?” You ask as there’s a small disturbance in the quality of the call.

“Dimples?” he asks and you giggle, “who else?” Yeonjun lets out a huff of air and you hear the rustling of his mattress as he sits up, “I’ve been texting you like crazy, where have you been all day?” he questions, a tone of fake hurt lingering in his words. “I know”, you mumble as you pick at your cuticle, “I’ve barely had any service all day, it’s a miracle that this call even went through.”

“I guess you’re really living that outdoor mindfulness life now huh?” he teases and you could’ve sworn that you heard the shit eating grin on his face. “Ha-ha”, you muse, “careful or I’ll make you spend the next week here with me. You could use a detox from that phone of yours.” Your friend snorts, “as if. My followers need me.” You roll your eyes, “you sure it’s not the other way around?” you ask to which Yeonjun responds with a row of profanities.

Aside from a few break ups here and there the call runs smoothly and you’re relieved to be having a conversation with another human being for the first time today. After about twenty minutes of catching up, the subject suddenly shifts as Yeonjun’s voice grows wary. “You’ve heard about the stuff that’s been happening right?”

You frown, "No? What stuff?” On the other side of the line, Yeonjun hesitates. “Well c’mon and tell me”, you press as you sit up a little straighter. Drawing in a long sigh, he then exhales, “well there’s been, bodies…” “Bodies?” you repeat, “you mean like…?” — “Dead bodies, yeah.”

A small silence lingers in the air as you process the words of your friend. “Hikers”, he then adds and you gnaw on your bottom lip. “Well there’s plenty of good hiking trails around”, you mumble. It wasn’t unusual for people to try their luck up in this forest, during your summers spent here you had seen plenty of tents indicating someone’s stay. “Some are quite dangerous though and-” —- “That’s not why they died.” Yeonjun interrupts with a solemn voice and you feel your throat go dry.

“Right…” you murmur as your gaze flickers toward Lola, “then how did they die?” Once more, your friend on the other line hesitates. “Please, Jjunie, I need to know, and I don’t exactly have any other way of finding out, other than going out there myself.” Outside of your window, the forest seemed darker than it had all those years ago; something bad had happened here.

“They think it was an animal of some kind…” Yeonjun whispers and suddenly you feel a slight glimmer of hope. “Jjunie, trust me I’ve encountered plenty of-” — “This one’s different, Dimples.” Your friend interrupts you again, though his voice is now uncertain, “this thing, it’s smarter, it…it lures its way inside.”

You swallow, “what do you mean?” Though you weren’t certain that you wanted to know. “It…the bodies, they never left their tents. It came to them.” The silence that follows is palpable and a shiver runs down your spine, despite the fact that you were covered head to toe in blankets.

That night, you barely got any sleep. Your mind kept shifting back toward your conversation with Yeonjun as your gaze flickered to the window. You got up to close the curtains, but it did little to help the uncanny feeling seeping through your veins. Lola seemed to notice it too, she barely made a move to go outside, if only to use the bathroom. As three days passed, your phone refused to work and you became increasingly paranoid.

By your fourth night at the cabin a heavy storm rolled around. This would also mark your fourth night without any signal whatsoever, the events of the outside world remaining unknown to you. The thunder roared outside, and if it wasn’t for Lola’s sensitive hearing, you probably would have missed the light knock to your front door.

The persistent barking of your dog turns your attention toward said door, “what is it, Lola?” you ask to which your dog lets out a small whine. There’s a brief pause and for a moment everything is quiet, even the merciless storm outside seemed to hold its breath. Another knock against the old wood sends your heartbeat into a small spiral. You knew better than to open the door for just any stranger, besides, what business did another human being have in the middle of this forest? Unless… They were a hiker.

Soon a raspy voice echoes out from the other side of the door. “P-please…please help me...” Your eyes widened, were they hurt, had something happened, and why were they alone? “Are you hurt?” you question as you get up and slowly inch toward the door, Lola trails behind you worriedly.

It takes a moment before the voice replies, ragged breaths and soft grunts are all that can be heard. “...yes.” Their answer makes you hesitate, there was something uncanny about the voice, it felt almost strained. Upon noticing your evident doubt the voice pleads to you once more. “Please, please let me in. It hurts…” The voice morphs from a quiet plea into one of sheer desperation.

“Who hurt you?” you ask, still wary as you keep one hand on the doorknob. Behind you, Lola whines in protest as she pulls her tail between her legs. The person on the other side of the door draws in a sharp breath, “I…I don’t know, it…I couldn’t see it clearly but it’ll come back I’m certain.. Please, please let me in!” it begs.

Suddenly, you recall your last conversation with Yeonjun, about the animal preying on hikers. Could this be another of its victims? Whoever was on the other side of the door were in dire need of your help. With one final deep breath you unlock it and turn the handle.

On your doorstep, you find a young man, slightly hunched over as he maintains a tight grip on his left arm. His breathing is labored and his clothes torn. It is not until he glances up at you, a hesitant yet hopeful look on his face that you finally see him. He was beautiful. Big dark eyes stare up at your own, his skin was smooth and perfect, yet sickly pale, you supposed it had to do with being out in this weather.

“Oh my goodness…” you quietly mumble as you take in the state of the man. “Come in.”

Upon urging him inside and shutting the door tightly behind you, you guide him to sit on one of the chairs by the dining table. The man thanks you over and over for your kindness as you rush to get him a warm blanket. “What’s your name?” you wonder as you place the quilt over his shoulders. He silently thanks you before replying, “Taehyun.”

Just when you’re about to tell him your own, Lola emits a loud bark as she growls toward the man. Taehyun gives her a questioning glance but doesn’t seem to pay her any further attention. “Lola! Quit that!” you scold, embarrassed over your dog's odd behavior. “She isn’t usually like this, I don’t know what’s gotten into her…” you apologize as you swat the dog away with your hand.

Taehyun gives you a small smile, “it’s alright, I’m certainly not the most pleasant thing to gaze upon at this given moment.” You thought his statement to be debatable as your eyes trail across his well built frame; stopping as they reach the large gash on his left arm. “Oh my, your…your arm”, you exclaim as you watch the way blood trickles from the fresh wound. Following your horrified gaze, Taehyun winces as he flexes his arm slightly.

“Stay here, I’ll get you something for the pain!” You say as you scurry out of the kitchen and to your bedroom where you kept most of your essential supplies. Thankfully you had thought to bring along a medical kit, in case of an emergency like this. Though you were rather unsure if your meek bandage and lacking surgical skills would do much good to the large gash on his arm. Before exiting, you make sure to shut Lola in, not wanting her to cause yet another scene, she whines in protest as you do but you pay it little mind.

Hastily, you return to the kitchen, and as you set the medkit down you begin rummaging through it. “I should have some kind of disinfectant here..” you mumble without lifting your gaze. It wasn’t until you went to check on the severity of his injuries once more that you froze in your tracks. The once large wound on his arm was…gone. You frown, “what…but I could’ve sworn…”

The quiet chuckle emitting from the man before you makes your blood run cold as you lift your gaze to meet his. Taehyun’s once pleading eyes were now peering at you in an almost predatorial way as he studied your perplexed expression. “But I…” your words fall short as Taehyun suddenly rises from the chair, without taking his gaze off of you, he reaches a hand up to his neck, it makes a cracking sound as he tilts his head to the side, a small sigh escaping his lips.

“You humans are far too kind.” His voice is low and as he takes a step forward, you immediately falter backward. The back of your legs hit the table behind you and you wince as you fumble to move around it. “Inviting just anyone into your home like that.” Taehyun’s eyes never leave you as a smirk etches its way to his lips. “My, your gullibleness is quite endearing.”

You cast a quick glance around the old kitchen, your gaze falling on one of the larger knives. All you had to do was move one step to the right, reach out and… Taehyun’s eyes follow your own and he cocks an eyebrow. “I admire your plan of strategy, but a mere human’s tool will bring little harm to my kind.”

His kind? Just what exactly was this man. You swallow a gulp as your gaze flickers between him and the knife, your heartbeat working overtime as you grasp for a decision. Despite his words you end up reaching for the knife, grabbing it tightly with both hands, you aim it toward the intruding man. “What do you want from me?” you grit out as you steady your feet against the wooden floor.

Taehyun inhales slowly, letting his eyes flutter closed for a brief moment; as if savoring a pleasant scent. When he opens them again they’re a swirling pool of crimson. “Now you’re asking the right questions”, his voice lingers with desire as he slowly makes his way around the dining table.

Like a deer in headlights you immediately dart in the opposite direction. Tumbling out of your kitchen and into the open spaced living room. Behind you, Taehyun laughs, an almost sinister laugh. Frantically you search for anything to shield yourself with. Settling on one of the armchairs in the corner, you quickly dip behind it. With your knees to your chest and back pressed against the soft cushion; you cover your mouth with your free hand, the other maintaining a tight grip on the knife.

The wooden floor creaks beneath him as Taehyun slowly emerges from the kitchen. “Your determination to live is surely fascinating” he muses, the sound of his voice only becoming louder as he slowly approaches your corner. “Foolish human, you forget that I can hear the delectable sound of your heart beating from miles away.”

Biting down on your hand, you will the tears away as you screw your eyes shut. “The human’s weak body gives them away before they even become aware of the dangers surrounding them.” The sounds of his footsteps come to a stop and you hold your breath, you don’t dare open your eyes, prolonging the moment for as long as possible.

It is not until you feel his cold breath on your face that they snap open. The smirk plastered on his beautiful face as he watches you with much intrigue is enough for you to finally act. Your arm works faster than your brain as you swing the knife toward him. Taehyun lets out a faint hiss as he pulls back, thick red liquid seeps from the small cut on his cheek and his expression soon turns from smug into a scowl.

Seizing your opportunity, you scramble to your feet as you dart for your bedroom. Though you barely make it 10ft before something hard crashes into you from behind. With inhumane speed Taehyun slams you up against the nearest wall. A cold hand wraps around your neck as he lifts you without much trouble.

Your feet kick at the wall behind you as your body trashes against his grip. With his free hand, Taehyun wipes the blood from his cheek, the wound closing up before your eyes. In your haste you realize that you’ve lost your knife, your only hope. Letting out a huff of air, Taehyun’s gaze locks onto yours, “the others did not struggle this much”, he mutters.

The others? As realization slowly seeps in, your eyes widen — it wasn’t an animal that had killed all those hikers. It was him. His tight grip on your neck restricts your intake of air and you barely manage to gasp out the word, “y-you..” Taehyun tilts his head to the side, a glimmer of curiosity flashing before his eyes. The grip on your neck falters, if only for a moment, as he lets you regain your breath in order to continue.

“It was you. You killed all those people”, you splutter as your chest rises and falls in a heavy manner. He smirks, and from this close you’re able to make out the sharp fangs that prod against his bottom lip. “I see I have earned myself quite a reputation amongst your kind”, he comments before leaning in closer, eyes glinting with intrigue, “pray tell, what else have you heard of me?”

You part your lips to reply before you stop yourself. As Yeonjun’s words ring in your ears you suddenly realize your mistake. “It lures its way inside. They never left their tents. It came to them.” He had come to you, he had knocked on your door and you had let him in. You hadn’t even left your house and the next time you would it would be in a body bag.

Everything aligned, the pale skin, his inhumane strength and speed, his ability to heal, the crimson eyes, his fangs. He was a vampire and you had willingly invited him inside your house, ultimately signing your own death.

“I let you in…” you whisper, disbelief evident across your face. “Ah, you are finally connecting the dots”, he mumbles, “I must admit you differ from the rest.” Cold fingers trace the outline of your face before trailing down your collarbone. His touch causes shivers to ripple through your body and Taehyun’s smirk grows. “Had I not been so insatiably hungry right now, I might have kept you around for a bit.”

His gaze shifts from your mortified expression down to your neck. Contradicting to his previous tight hold on you, he now gently brushes along the exposed veins. “This forest has been vacant for weeks, I thought my last meal here had long since passed.” He brings a strand of your hair to his nose, inhaling the scent.

“But then came you. And you smell absolutely divine.” His voice is low as his eyes flicker back to yours once more. Horrified, you shake your head as you push against his chest, your meek attempts at breaking free drew a breathy laugh from him.

“Let us not struggle now.” The once feathery touch along your neck is replaced by a harsh and cold hand against your chin as he holds your face in place. And as your eyes come level with his own, you suddenly find it hard to look away. Dark pools of crimson pull you in, entrancing you as Taehyun mutters something under his breath. You know that it is wrong, but the longer you stare into his eyes the more you feel like giving yourself to him. Despite every instinct in you screaming for you to shut your eyes and pull back, you instead find yourself going limp in his grasp.

“Much better”, he whispers as he loosens his hold on your chin. Your feet softly hit the ground again and you glance up at him. Somewhere in the back of your head, the urge to run still exists. But you don’t move, you stay unblinking as you gaze at him with a clouded expression. “You humans are almost beautiful when you don’t fret”, he mumbles as his cold fingers brush your hair back to expose your neck fully.

His tongue drags across one of his fangs as he eyes the skin of your neck with anticipation. “Don’t worry, your sacrifice will not go to waste”, he assures as he leans in to press his cold lips against your warm skin. The feeling of his sharp fangs piercing the flesh of your neck causes your body to feel as if it were on fire. Yet all but a soft gasp is what leaves your lips at the intrusion.

Everything hurt and you wanted nothing more than to push him off, pry his teeth from your weakening body. But your limbs felt strangely heavy, unable to move, your vision threatens to give out as your knees wobble. What was going on, why weren’t you doing anything? Taehyun groans against your skin, his hands harshly tugging at your hips to keep you in place.

Soon the burning sensation faded before it morphed into something dangerously similar to pleasure. Your body felt tingly, sensitive, every gulp of blood he took sent minor shock waves surging through you and you let out a small sigh at the feeling. To think that this was how you were to die, as nothing more but the next meal of a hungry creature, and in your last moments you found pleasure in it? The thought alone was enough to have your eyes drooping shut.

Realization slowly creeps its way into your foggy mind — you were actually going to die. No one was coming to save you, you were all alone and this was how your last moments would play out? It was hard to feel any emotion, your mind far too clouded to even keep your eyes open, but if you could feel something, you supposed it would be despair.

Teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, you accept your lowly fate. Just as the darkness is about to consume you, everything suddenly stops. Was death really nothing? Was there no heaven, no hell? Just darkness? It takes you a moment to realize that you are in fact not dead, and that Taehyun has pulled himself away from your neck.

Slowly, your eyes regain focus as you look at him, confused. You were certain that he was going to kill you, did he really intend to prolong your inevitable death, to make you suffer further? You thought him to be cruel but this was far worse than you had imagined.

His eyes remain a dark crimson as they fixate on you, but they had lost their sharp edge, he no longer looked as if he was eyeing his next meal, but rather his gaze held something akin to desire. Taehyun’s tongue swipes across his lips, coated in your rich blood as he savors the remnants of it. His breath is shallow, though you wondered if vampires ever really became out of breath.

“You taste…” he trails off, eyes fixating on the puncturers he’d previously caused on your neck, “...unlike any human I’ve ever had before.” He almost looked to be at a loss for words as he stared at you, you weren’t sure if it was a good or a bad thing, and you couldn’t find yourself to care. Your body felt weak, numb and not like your own anymore. Perhaps death had been the easy way out from your current situation.

As his cold fingers brush along your exposed collarbone, your gaze flickers back up to his once more. The movements of your own limbs still felt restricted by the unknown force caused by Taehyun, and even if they weren’t, you were sure that your body wouldn’t be able to maintain an upright position, much less run away from the creature before you.

“I wonder if the rest of you taste just as divine”, he murmurs. His peering gaze suddenly shifts toward your lips and before you have time to question his intentions further, he crashes his lips against your own.

At first you remain unmoving, unblinking, Taehyun pays your unenthusiastic response little mind as he kisses you hungrily. The faint metallic taste of your own blood lingers on his tongue as he pushes it inside your mouth and your nose turns up in slight disgust. Suddenly your body jolts to life once more, as if the spell in which he had put you under was lifted the moment his lips pressed against your own.

With newfound strength you push against his cold and hard chest in a desperate attempt to break free. Your fighting hands are met by his own as Taehyun pins them to your sides before taking the liberty to explore all of your body. Cold hands wandering beneath your loose t-shirt, earning him a small whimper from you.

You can’t help the moan that escapes from your lips as his fingers rub over your perked nipples, squeezing the soft flesh of your breasts. His touch felt oddly enticing and your body suddenly craved more, a lot more. But as his lips found your neck, the memories of what had previously taken place, flashes before your eyes and suddenly it feels as if those sharp fangs pierced your skin all over again. You become dangerously aware of what is about to happen as one of Taehyun’s hands tug at the hem of your shorts and you immediately try to twist your body away from his invasive touch.

“No! Wait- stop!” you shriek as your hands work to pry him off of you. There’s a brief pause as Taehyun once again pulls his lips from your neck. He doesn’t say anything as he looks at you, an impassive expression pending across his face. You swallow, “this- I, what’s happening? This isn’t…” The words fall from your lips in a hasty manner as you struggle to form coherent thoughts, afraid that he would grow impatient at your antics and just kill you off. Finally you settle on, “I don’t understand.”

Taehyun looks at you as he cocks an eyebrow, an insatiable hunger swirling behind his eyes. “You do not understand the act of indulging in one's sexual desires?” He wonders as he studies you with a mix of apprehension and disbelief. Your mouth falls open as you blink, “...I, of course I do but…”

“Then you must understand that a vampire’s hunger exceeds beyond just his thirst for blood”, he murmurs as his gaze returns to your lips. “You are a very pretty human.” He breathes, cold fingers trail along your chest, pushing your shirt up to reveal your soft stomach. His eyes twinkle in anticipation, “there are other ways for you to satiate me.”

With that statement, he reconnects your lips in a kiss filled with yearning. You don’t have any time to react before you feel your feet lift from the ground. The surge that forms in your stomach at his rapid movements remind you of that when a roller coaster drops. Your back hits the soft cushion of the sofa as Taehyun swiftly takes place above you, his arms caging you in.

With one harsh tug, he pulls your shirt up to reveal your breasts. The cool air causes goosebumps to bloom on your skin, Taehyun trails his fingers over the small bumps as his lips attach around one of your nipples. Sharp fangs graze over your sensitive skin and you shiver in a fear mixed arousal. “I can hear your blood rushing”, he groans against your breast before moving on to the next one, leaving red marks that would soon blossom into purple. Tongue swirling over the sensitive bud, he elicits a small moan from you.

In a tantalizing slow manner he moves down your stomach, inhaling your scent before stopping above the hem of your shorts. He looks up at you, with that same expression that had terrified you not long ago, he looked ready to eat you whole. “Are you scared, human?” he asks, fingers dipping inside the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your gaze flickers between his hand and his eyes, you swallow, “no.”

Taehyun smirks, “liar.” Without warning he pulls both your panties and shorts down, a small shriek leaving your lips at the action as your thighs instinctively squeeze together. “There is little point in denying me”, he grunts as his hand easily finds its way between your sealed legs. Upon reaching your already wet cunt, Taehyun’s smirk grows, “and in denying yourself.” You bite your lip, unable to hide the fact that his lips on your own had spurred you on further than you’d liked to.

“My, are you pretty”, he mumbles as his crimson eyes fixate on the way his fingers glide against your folds. His subtle comment has blood rushing to your face and had it not been for the way your core ached to be touched, you would’ve probably even been embarrassed at the remark. Squirming beneath him, your hips buck in an attempt to seek any kind of relief. Taehyun’s gaze snaps to your face, “you humans are far too greedy”, he snarls, “never satisfied with what they have, you always want more.”

Your back arches off the cushion as he pushes two fingers inside of you. “Is that what you want?” He curls his fingers, brushing them against that small bundle of nerves that never failed to make you go cross eyed whenever you pleasured yourself. “To be ruined to bits by a vampire, reduced to nothing at my mercy?”

You meekly nod, struggling to keep your eyes open at the intense waves of pleasure that overflow your senses. Taehyun huffs, “I knew that your kind was pathetic, but this sure takes the price.” His words barely register, you’re too lost in the way his fingers move inside of you, thumb pressing up against your clit in a menacing way.

When he suddenly pulls his hand away, you cry out in displeasure as your eyes shoot open in search of his. You find him already looking at you intently, his gaze unwavering as he watches the steady rise and fall of your chest, the way blood rushes beneath your skin, listening to the supple beating of your heart.

His hand glides across the soft flesh of your thighs, “I need to taste you again”, he says, his voice strained and hoarse as his stare drops to your glistening folds. Before you have the time to register his words, his head is between your legs and you let out a small yelp at the feel of his cold breath hovering over your sensitive cunt.

The idea of him, his mouth, his fangs, so close to such a sensitive part of you was terrifying in itself, yet you couldn’t find it in you to push him away. A low groan rumbles from deep within his chest as Taehyun drags his tongue along your slit, leaving you gasping as your nails dig into the cushion of the sofa.

He pulls back for a moment, his eyes never leaving your core as he licks his lips, as if he focused entirely on the taste of you. Then, without warning he dives back in and your thigh twitches as his lips latch onto your clit. Hungrily, he sucks and laps at your cunt and you wondered how this man had been close to killing you just moments prior.

Pathetic whines leave your lips as his tongue pushes inside of you, the tip of his nose rubbing against your clit. The harsh grip of his hands holds your thighs down as they threaten to close around his head. Moans and pleas fall from your lips but he pays them little mind, too focused on the way you taste, the way your body reacts to his touch.

Your stomach draws into knots as you feel your orgasm approaching. Taehyun lets out a sound of contentment as he feels you clench around his tongue. “F-fuck…I’m..” your words are swallowed by the whine that leaves you as he pulls his head from between your legs, robbing you of the high that was just within your reach.

“Again, you humans are consumed by your greed”, he tsk’s as he watches the way you squirm, pathetically chasing after your desired orgasm. He leans back on his knees as one of his hands frees his cock from his pants. “Patience”, he grunts as his pale hand glides along his shaft, “comes naturally when living for centuries. You humans only live to see a fragment of what I experience, yet you greedily take and take.”

You swallow as your eyes shift from his intense gaze toward the hand wrapped around his cock. Like the rest of him, it was beautiful, flushed at the tip and slick with precum that spilled from the slit. Your cunt throbbed at the sight and you bit your lip in anticipation. Above you, Taehyun’s expression turns into a sneer, “do not think that I am here to fulfill your bottomless greed, human.” A small gasp leaves your lips as you feel the head of his cock pushing against your folds.

With one harsh thrust, he buries himself deep inside of you, drawing a small shriek from you at the burning intrusion. Taehyun lets out a groan of satisfaction as his lips return to suck at the mark on your neck, the still fresh wound causing a throbbing pain to flare through your body, mixing with the feel of his cock deep inside of you.

He moves slowly, taking his time to feel the way your body wrapped around him. The warmth of something so full of life entangled with the very epitome of death. The rapid beating of your heart against his unmoving one filling his senses. Your mind feels hazy and that familiar feeling of pleasure you had felt when he drained you of blood returned. With each slow thrust you felt him graze along every inch of you, the tip of his cock caressing the bundle of nerves that had you clenching around him. You had never felt so full before.

His lips reconnect with yours, the taste of blood completely gone and now replaced by the remnants of your own fluids. And while it was certainly not something you had let previous partners do, it somehow felt right with him. Your hands loosen their grip on the cushion as they move across his body; the body you had longed to touch since he first appeared on your doorstep.

Taehyun inhales against your lips as your warm fingers wander beneath his shirt and over his cold chest. Perhaps he was right, perhaps you were greedy, even on the brink of death you had let your desires consume you. But did it really matter? Your life was bound to end anyway. Once more, just once, you would let yourself be greedy.

His hands glide across your body, squeezing and groping at every part of flesh he could access, relishing in how alive you felt, how your blood pulsated under his hands. Your legs move on their own, wrapping around his waist as you drew him in closer, making him groan into your mouth.

He breaks the kiss to look at you, watching your eyes roll back in pleasure as your lips part in a silent moan. Cold fingers dig into your cheeks as he keeps your head in place. “Foolish human”, he grunts, “I could kill you right now.” His thumb pulls your bottom lip down, “either you are too dumb to even comprehend the danger of your situation, or you’re just too fucking desperate to care.”

Without warning he pushes his thumb inside your mouth, you respond eagerly by swirling your tongue around it. “Considering the way your pussy so desperately sucks me in, I would assume the latter”, he sneers before pulling his thumb from your mouth, smearing your saliva across your lips and cheek.

His thrusts grow ragged as he presses his lips against yours. You know that he’s close, and you were too, if only you could… Your hand slides between your bodies and down your stomach, but before reaching where you need it the most, cold fingers wrap around your wrist. “Stupid human”, Taehyun groans as yanks your hand away.

The whine that escapes your lips is soon replaced by a soft gasp as his fingers circle your clit. Your legs around his waist tremble as you finish around his cock, a cry of pleasure emitting from deep within your throat as your nails dig into his arms whilst you continuously clench around him.

Taehyun’s lips travel down your neck, licking over the previous bruises he’d left before hovering above the sensitive bite marks. You’ve barely come down from your high when you feel his hips stutter, the warm liquid that shoots up inside of you makes you completely unguarded for when his fangs re-pierce your neck.

The shock only lasts a moment as Taehyun rocks his hips into you, all the while he takes gulp after gulp of your blood. As you lay there panting, you think that you might just actually die, but then you feel him pull back, the sensation of his fangs withdrawing makes you shiver.

His tongue drags across the punctures, licking up the very last droplet of blood before he leans back to look at you. Despite everything, you still thought he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. Even as thick blood coated his lips and chin, his uncanny and red eyes peering at you; contrasting his sickly pale skin, you found yourself in awe.

Taehyun’s gaze shifts from your neck to your eyes, no matter how hard you tried; you couldn’t possibly decipher a single thought going through his head. “Perhaps there is more to you than just your pretty face, human”, he murmurs as his tongue swipes across his lips.

“I intend to keep you.”

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