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It's a big Family reunion…so many people there that you don't even know, distant cousins, uncles and aunts. He spots you from across the venue, looking absolutely delicious in that yellow sundress he bought for you, it makes you look like a beautiful sunflower. You are clearly bored out of your mind and he starts making his way to you. Quickly reaching you, he grabs you from behind as he leans in and whispers “wanna get out of here?” giving your ear a little bite.
“Yes please” you answer, your eyes wandering down to his perfect lips with that lower part that sticks out just a little bit, and then back up to his eyes, already darkened with lust. He takes you by the hand and leads you through the crowd of people with confident ease into a room just at the side of the main event. You can hear the noise in the other room…fuck, these walls are thin. He doesn't waist a second after the door closes behind you. He grabs your face and pulls you close, looking at you as if trying to memorize every line of your face. “God, you're so beautiful.” he lets out. He puts his lips on yours, soft and yearning, his tongue playing around softly. You melt into it, fingers curling into his shirt as he presses you against the wall.
You start pulling back- “Woo…my family” -you start, but he quickly flips you around, pushing his chest against your back. “Ssshh”….he whispers as he leans in, “we have to be quiet…can you be quiet for me baby?” You nod quickly and he waists no time, pulling up your dress and sliding his long fingers into your panties, dragging them down. You gasp as his fingers dip into your already wet core, throwing your head back on his shoulder. “Woo…fuck.”
“You are wet for me already baby, what a good girl you are” “Now…are you going to let me fuck you right here against this wall?”
“Yes….yes please…I need you inside me” you let out. You hear the sound of his zipper, followed by his knuckles brushing against your lower back as he frees himself. You feel yourself getting weak at the knees from the anticipation alone as he steadies you with a firm hand on your hip. “Hold the wall. I've got you.” Without further warning he fills you completely in one devastating thrust, leaving you gasping for air. He starts to move slowly, making you feel every inch of him. The stretch is glorious and you can't help but start moaning. “What did I tell you? be quiet.” he growls as he pulls your head back and shoves 3 fingers into your mouth, his fingers pressing just hard enough to remind you who is in control. Your eyes roll back as he picks up the pace, slamming into you with brutal force, hitting your sweet spot with precision. His other hand finds your clit and you feel the heat rising….fast. The feeling hits you like a wave and you try to scream but his fingers muffle the sound as he works you through your release. His hand slides from your mouth to the back of your neck, fingers tightening just enough to ground you as he pulls you back against him. You can feel the way he is losing control by the way his breath stutters against your shoulder, the way his grip keeps tightening as if he needs you close, anchored.
“Look at me,” he rasps.
You turn just enough for your eyes to meet—your face flushed, lips swollen. The look you give him—wrecked, wanting, rusting, undoes him.
He spills into you, letting out a low moan, his head falling backwards as he lets the climax hit him. He trusts slow down as he trembles against you.
After, just for a moment…neither of you move.
Completely silent, with nothing but the sound of your breath filling the room. When he finally speaks his voice is hoarse, “Stay with me a second,” he whispers, arms still wrapped around you. “Just… let me hold you.”
You nod, letting your weight sink back into him. His grip softens as his lips brush the back of your shoulder, almost apologetic for the way he needed you.
Next door the reunion noise carries on,. completely unaware of what just happened. You both straighten yourselves eventually, smoothing out your clothes.
Ready?” he asked softly, lacing his fingers with hers. “For you? Always.”
He squeezes your hand, lifting it to his lips, kissing the back of it before reluctantly letting go. When you finally open the door, you step out together - quiet, steady, connected in a way no one else in the house would ever notice. And as you walk back toward the noise and the lights, he brushes his fingers against yours again, just enough to say what he doesn't want to say out loud.
I LITERALLY WAS TELLING THE TRUTH Y'ALL, I JUST EDITED OUT THE FEW SILENT MOMENTS AND ADDED A PIC, BUT IT'S ACTUALLY JUST MINGI'S TALKING AND MOANING LIKE THAT !!!!
(The "video" is like almost 4 minutes)
THIS MAN IS INSANE ISTG, WE DON'T EVEN NEED PORN AUDIOS MADE BY PEOPLE ANYMORE BC HE'S MAKING THEM BY HIMSELF 😭
i uh... didn't mean to make this as long as I did......
->Starring: Personal trainers San and Yeosang, Afab!Reader
->Genre: Smut
->CW: Not edited, explicit language, porn with no plot, oral (m and f receiving), double v penetration, gym sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex, creampies, threesome, let me know if I missed anything
Masterlist | Ateez Masterlist
All you wanted was to get a little more in shape, that's it. So when you found a couple of personal trainers, you expected some little weighted workouts, treadmill, yoga, etc., etc. What you didn't expect was to be sandwiched between your two trainers, stretching something other than your muscles.
San held you from behind, arms strong beneath your thighs, lifting you as though your weight meant nothing to him. His chest pressed to your back, his breath ghosting over your neck, warm and steady. Below you, Yeosang knelt between your spread legs, eyes dark with hunger, fixed on the mess dripping from your core onto the polished gym floor.
His fingers traced slow lines along your inner thighs, smearing slick as he went, until his thumb brushed over your clit—barely a touch, but enough to make your hips jerk in San’s hold. San’s voice rumbled against your ear, deep and controlled.
"You’re doing so well. Look at you—already trembling, and he’s barely touched you."
Yeosang leaned in, lips brushing your skin, just high enough to make you whimper. "Taste so fucking sweet," he murmured, gaze flicking up. "I want to hear you beg for more."
You tried to answer, but your breath caught—because that’s when his tongue slid through your folds, slow and deliberate. He sucked your clit into his mouth without warning, and a cry escaped you, helpless and raw. San held you tighter, his cock hard and twitching against your lower back, every moan you made echoing through his body.
Yeosang’s mouth was relentless—lips, tongue, teeth, all working in perfect rhythm while his fingers pushed inside you. Two at once, thick and curling just right, fucking into you with purpose. He groaned as you clenched around him, as if the way your body responded turned him on just as much as the taste of you.
"You want it that bad?" he said against your heat, fingers still moving. "Then take it." You couldn’t speak, only nod, only sob, only arch into his mouth like you were starving for it. The obscene sounds of your wetness and his mouth filled the room, and your body burned at every edge.
"Let go for us," San growled, lips brushing the shell of your ear. "Be good and cum."
Your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and uncontrollable, your entire body trembling as you cried out, held steady only by the grip of the men who wouldn’t let you fall. You were still shaking when San adjusted his grip, bringing you down gently onto the padded gym mat. Your legs felt useless—boneless and weak from release—but his hands steadied you, grounding you with a firm touch.
“Breathe,” he murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “It’s my turn now.”
There was no time to recover, no moment to fully catch your breath—because as soon as he laid you down, he was on top of you, caging you in with his body, thick and heavy and burning with need. You felt him between your legs, his fat red tip pressing against your entrance—hot, hard, already leaking. He didn’t rush. He watched you. Watched your chest rise and fall, watched your lips part with a silent gasp when he started to push in.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched as he sank into you inch by inch. “Still soaked from what he did to you… fuck.”
Your hands gripped at his back, nails digging in as he filled you, stretching you open in a way that made your spine arch. There was no teasing now—no slow buildup. He knew you were ready. Knew you needed this just as badly as he did. He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in, hard enough to knock the breath from your lungs. Again. And again. His rhythm was merciless, driven by restraint fraying at the edges.
“You take me so well,” he growled into your neck, biting down just enough to make you gasp. “You were made for this. For me.”
Each thrust hit deep, his hips slapping into yours with raw force, the sound echoing off the walls like something feral. You felt everything—his thickness, his heat, the way he held your wrists above your head now, pinning you open and helpless beneath him. You barely had time to catch your breath before Yeosang moved closer, standing above you, cock hard and heavy in his hand. His eyes were hooded, jaw tight, watching the way San fucked into you with sharp, relentless thrusts.
“Open for me,” Yeosang said, voice low and commanding, brushing his cock across your lips. San growled in your ear as he drove deeper.
“Do it,” he said, hand slipping under your jaw to tilt your head up. “Be good and let him use that pretty mouth while I wreck the rest of you.”
You obeyed, lips parting, tongue flicking out just enough to tease before Yeosang pushed forward, cock sliding over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. You choked slightly, tears already stinging your eyes, but the sound you made had both of them groaning in unison.
“Fuck,” Yeosang hissed, fingers weaving into your hair, guiding your rhythm. “You look so fucking perfect like this—lips stretched around me while he ruins your cunt.”
San’s pace didn’t falter. If anything, the added sight of your mouth stuffed full made him go harder—his thrusts deeper, hips snapping into yours with brutal precision.
“You feel that?” he grunted, voice thick with praise and heat. “Taking us both like this… greedy little thing. This is what you needed, huh?”
You could only moan around Yeosang’s cock, saliva spilling from the corners of your mouth as he began to thrust slowly, matching San’s rhythm. Every movement left you more undone, your body trembling from the effort, from the fullness, from the raw pressure building again far too soon.
“Don’t stop,” San whispered, almost reverently now, sweat dripping down his jaw as he leaned closer. “You’re fucking perfect. So tight, so wet, clenching around me like you want to cum again already. God, you’re unbelievable.”
Yeosang groaned above you, cock twitching against your tongue as you sucked harder, desperate to give them both what they wanted. Your second orgasm crashed into you fast and violent, made worse by how overstimulated you were, your body shaking, legs twitching, a cry muffled around Yeosang’s cock as you came hard, again. San cursed, grip tightening on your hips as you pulsed around him.
“Shit. Fuck, that’s it. Milk my cock, just like that, fuck.”
He slammed into you one last time and let go, groaning low and deep as he came inside you, warmth flooding your insides. You felt him twitch, felt his whole body jerk with it, his thrusts slower now, but no less intense as he rode it out. Above you, Yeosang hissed through his teeth, pulling back just before he could lose control.
“Fuck. If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come all over your face.”
You worked your tongue harder, hollowing your cheeks as Yeosang’s breathing grew ragged. His fingers tightened in your hair, steadying you as he fucked your mouth slow and deep, savoring every desperate suck and muffled moan you gave him.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he groaned, voice thick with need. “Gonna cum right here, right now.”
You swallowed around him as his hips stilled, muscles tensing before he spilled hot, warm release deep down your throat. You swallowed every drop, your eyes watering but never breaking eye contact, letting him see how much you wanted this—how much you craved every piece of them. San’s hips stuttered against you, his growl rough in your ear. “That’s my girl,” he praised. “You take us both so well.”
Yeosang pulled back, slick coating your lips and chin, and you licked them clean before San pulled you up, your chest flush to his. Yeosang's hand slipped between your thighs, fingers finding your slick folds as he slid in behind you, and he positioned himself at your entrance. “Ready?” he asked quietly, his breath hot against your neck.
You nodded, heart pounding, breath still ragged from everything, from both of them, from the overwhelming heat pooling in your belly. He pushed in slowly at first—thick and hard, filling you inch by inch, while San’s cock still pulsed deep inside you, both of them stretching you in ways you never imagined possible.
You felt the air leave your lungs as he bottoms out. Your fingernails dig into his biceps, feeling fuller than you ever have. "You're doing so good for us, squeezing us so tight," San murmurs in your ear.
Yeosang began to move with steady, measured thrusts, hips rolling to find the perfect angle as San matched his pace, slow but relentless. The feeling of them both inside you, moving together, was dizzying—an exquisite torment that made your knees shake and your breath catch with every stroke.
“So fucking good,” San whispered against your shoulder, voice husky. “You’re mine. All mine.”
Yeosang groaned low, fingers digging into your hip as he pulled deeper, his mouth capturing your neck in a bruising kiss. Your world narrowed to the heat between your legs, the pressure building, and the ache of overstimulation that had you teetering on the edge once more. Their bodies moved together in a brutal rhythm, cockheads sliding past each other inside you, slick and hot and impossibly full. Yeosang’s thrusts were slow and deep, grounding you, while San’s were sharper, sharper every time, igniting every nerve ending.
Your breath hitched, chest rising and falling fast as the pressure built, spiraling higher and higher until you couldn’t hold it back anymore.
“Look at you,” San growled, voice rough with desire and awe. “Shaking under us like you’re about to break. You want to come again, don’t you?”
You nodded helplessly, fingers digging into San’s shoulders as your hips bucked involuntarily. Yeosang’s hand slid around to cup your breast, thumb circling your nipple, sending sparks down your spine.
“You’re so good,” he whispered, teeth grazing your ear. “So fucking perfect for us.”
And then it hit—white-hot, fierce and all-consuming. Your walls clenched around them, trembling, squeezing their cocks tight as you came undone, a guttural cry tearing from your throat.
San groaned deep in response, pistoning harder, his own release trembling just beneath the surface. Yeosang pulled you flush against him, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as his thrusts sped up, riding your orgasm through his own climax.
“Fuck. Gonna cum" he moaned into your mouth "Gonna take it like a good girl? Gonna let me fill you up?" You nodded vigorously.
With one last, shuddering thrust, San spilled inside you, hot and heavy, his body shaking with the force of his release. Yeosang followed moments later, hips jerking hard as he emptied himself deep inside, mouth still against yours. You were left breathless and trembling between them—completely wrecked, completely theirs.
San settles beside you, his breath slowing as he pulls you close, careful to keep you cushioned against his chest. His hands move like they’re afraid to break you—tracing slow, soothing patterns along your spine, down your arms. Yeosang brushes a damp strand of hair from your forehead, his fingers lingering against your cheek with quiet reverence. “You did so good.” he whispers, voice soft and steady. “We’re so proud of you.”
You feel their warmth, solid and steady—as the storm inside you quiets, your heart slowing to match theirs. San presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, murmuring, “Same time tomorrow?"
You nod, exhausted, barely able to hold your head up.
note : immediately thought of this as soon as he posted that and he had no right to post these like what the actual fuck is wrong with him🤨
pairing : bf! yunho x gf! reader
genre : smut (warning : 18+)
word count : 5k
summary : after a late-night text from Yunho, you visit his hotel room, where unresolved tension ignites into deep, passionate intimacy. What starts as lust turns into something more tender and emotional. By morning, tangled in sheets and soft sunlight, neither of you wants it to end—and for the first time, it feels like the beginning of something real.
The knock came soft, almost unsure.
You hesitated. Your fingers hovered over the hotel room handle, heart thudding faster than it should’ve after a simple text from him:
“1117. Come if you want to.”
You almost didn’t go.
Almost.
But now, standing outside his door with only the muffled hum of the hallway lights and your own heartbeat for company, you couldn’t turn back. Not when you remembered how he’d looked at you earlier that evening—lips parted, eyes dark, like he already knew you’d say yes.
You pushed open the door.
Warm light spilled out. There he was—Yunho—leaning against the headboard, robe loosely tied, collarbone peeking out, damp hair falling messily across his forehead. His hand was pressed to his cheek, watching you like you were something he wanted to savor slowly. The room smelled faintly of clean linen, his cologne, and heat.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice deep and scratchy, as if you’d woken him up from something dreamlike.
You swallowed, stepping in and shutting the door behind you with a quiet click. “You’re really just… sitting there like that?”
He smiled lazily, head tilting as he eyed your figure. “I didn’t think you’d come.”
“You told me to.”
“I said if you want to,” he corrected, his gaze lingering as you dropped your bag on the chair. “So… do you?”
You stepped closer, heart threatening to jump out of your chest. His robe parted slightly as he shifted to sit up straighter, revealing a sliver of toned stomach and the lines that disappeared beneath the fabric. You tried not to stare. Failed.
“I shouldn’t,” you breathed.
“But you did.”
You nodded.
“Good,” he said, his voice almost a growl now. “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left my bed the last time.”
Your breath caught.
That night had been chaos. Desire, rushed touches, clothes hitting the floor like confessions. But this time… this felt different. Slower. Like he wasn’t in a rush to have you, because he already knew he would.
“Come here,” he said softly.
You obeyed.
As soon as you were within reach, Yunho’s hand reached out, fingers wrapping around your wrist and tugging you down onto the bed. You landed beside him, and he didn’t waste a second—his lips were on yours, warm and coaxing, tongue brushing yours with a deep hunger that had your skin prickling.
His hand slid behind your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as he kissed you like he had all the time in the world. The robe slipped open a bit more, and the heat radiating from his skin was dizzying.
“You feel so good,” he whispered against your lips, before trailing down your neck, biting gently at the spot below your ear. “Missed this… missed you.”
You didn’t even realize your hands were untying his robe until you felt the fabric fall away, revealing his bare chest beneath. He looked so good it hurt. His skin was smooth and warm beneath your palms, chest rising and falling steadily as he let you explore.
He leaned back slightly, watching your face as you touched him. “You gonna just look,” he murmured, “or are you gonna do something about it?”
You gave him a look that made him smirk—before you pushed him down against the pillows.
His eyes darkened immediately.
“I want to taste you,” you said, voice hoarse, honest.
“Fuck,” Yunho breathed, “come here.”
You crawled over him, straddling his waist, and he sat up just enough to pull your shirt over your head in one swift move, mouth dragging along your collarbone, down the swell of your chest. Your skin burned under his lips, and your back arched instinctively when his tongue flicked over your nipple, teasing, then sucking softly until you gasped.
You could feel him hard against your thigh, and the sheer heat between you two was making it hard to breathe.
“You drive me crazy,” he whispered, voice low and raw. “You know that?”
His hands slid down your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips as he rolled you over, switching positions so quickly it left you breathless. Now, he was over you, robe discarded, his body pressed fully against yours, skin to skin.
Everywhere he touched felt electric—his mouth trailing down your stomach, the scratch of his jaw against your inner thigh, the way he looked up at you before disappearing between your legs like he was about to worship you.
And he did.
Tongue slow and deliberate, fingers steady as he built you up—until your back arched off the mattress and your moans filled the room. He held you there, trembling, falling apart just for him.
When he came back up, your lips met in a mess of desperation. You needed him now.
“Condom,” you whispered, barely able to speak.
Yunho reached into the drawer beside the bed, rolling one on with practiced ease. And then—he was there, pressing into you slow and deep, forehead against yours, like he couldn’t stand to be even an inch away.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
You did.
And in that moment, nothing else existed—just him, the feeling of his body moving against yours, the way he kissed you like he needed to, like he missed you, like he never wanted to let go again.
The pace built quickly—each thrust rougher, deeper, like he was trying to mark every inch of you. Your nails dragged down his back, and he hissed into your neck, rutting harder, faster, until you were both trembling on the edge.
“Cum for me,” he growled, voice wrecked. “Wanna feel you lose it.”
And when you did—when your body shook beneath him and he followed moments after, groaning your name into your skin—it felt like the world had stopped spinning, just for the two of you.
After, Yunho didn’t move.
He stayed there, wrapped around you, chest rising and falling against yours. The afterglow settled like warmth between your bones, and his hand found yours beneath the sheets.
“I don’t want this to be just one night again,” he said softly, lips brushing your forehead.
You turned your head, eyes meeting his. “Then don’t let it be.”
You must’ve drifted off. The sheets were tangled around your leg, skin sticky with sweat, heart still finding its rhythm again. The room had gone quiet except for the low hum of the air conditioning and Yunho’s soft, steady breathing next to you.
You opened your eyes slowly.
He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, watching you.
“You’re staring,” you murmured, voice still wrecked from earlier.
He smiled, the kind that made your stomach flutter. “I’m thinking.”
“Dangerous.”
He reached out, brushing a damp strand of hair from your forehead. “I want you again.”
You blinked. “Already?”
Yunho leaned in, lips brushing against your jaw. “I’m not done showing you how much I missed you.”
Before you could reply, his mouth found your throat again, slower this time, lazy and teasing. His fingers slid along your waist, gripping possessively before moving lower. You gasped when his hand slipped between your thighs again—already knowing exactly how to touch you.
“You’re sensitive,” he whispered, trailing kisses down your chest. “Still so wet for me.”
You whimpered, hips arching off the bed as his fingers toyed with your folds, dragging slow circles that made you tremble.
“I love how your body reacts to me,” he breathed. “It’s like you’re made for me.”
You reached for him, your fingers tangling in his messy black hair as he slid lower, tongue replacing his fingers, lapping at you slowly until your thighs were trembling around his shoulders.
“Yunho—please,” you whispered, and the way your voice broke on his name made him groan against you.
He came back up, lips slick, eyes dark. “Want me to fuck you again, baby?”
“Yes,” you gasped.
He reached for another condom, tearing the packet with his teeth like he couldn’t wait. And then he was on top of you again, this time slower, deeper, rolling his hips in a rhythm that had your toes curling and your head thrown back against the pillows.
“You feel so good,” he growled, kissing your collarbone. “I could stay inside you forever.”
You clenched around him at his words, dragging him closer, bodies moving like they’d been made to fit. He held your face in both hands this time, looking into your eyes as he thrust into you harder, deeper.
“I want all of you,” he said, voice breaking. “Not just tonight.”
You barely heard the words over the sound of your own pleasure rising, threatening to drown you again—but you felt them, in the way he kissed you after, slow and almost reverent.
Your second orgasm crashed over you like a wave, Yunho following a moment later, burying himself deep with a groan that sent shivers through your spine.
This time, when you both collapsed into the sheets, you didn’t untangle.
The Next Morning
The sunlight was soft when it slipped through the curtains, casting golden lines across the sheets and your bare skin. You woke to the feeling of arms around your waist, warm breath on the back of your neck.
Yunho was spooning you—legs tangled with yours, chest pressed to your back, heartbeat a steady thump against your spine.
You smiled sleepily, not opening your eyes just yet.
His voice was quiet, groggy. “You awake?”
“Mmhmm.”
His grip tightened slightly, like he was making sure you were really there. “Good. I had a dream you left.”
“I didn’t,” you whispered, turning in his arms to face him.
Yunho looked softer in the daylight, still devastatingly beautiful, but boyish in a way that made your chest ache. His hair was a mess, lips kiss-swollen, and his robe was still draped at the end of the bed, forgotten.
You reached out to touch his face, thumb brushing over his cheekbone. “Didn’t plan on leaving.”
He leaned into your touch, eyes closing for a second. “Stay longer?”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
He smiled, pulling you into him again, lips finding yours for a slow, sleepy kiss that tasted like warmth and second chances.
No rush. No pretending.
Just Yunho. Just you. And the soft hum of a morning that felt like the start of something real.
The Places Between Us: Prologue (OT8 X Fem!Reader)
Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Fem!reader | Side pairings: Fem!Reader x ATEEZ
Word Count: 7k
Genre: Smut, angst, slight fluff | AU: fantasy!au
Summary: Afflicted by a terrible curse, YN must travel through the vast kingdom and suffer through eight lords of the north to reach her destination: the demon who created in the first place, Lord Kim.
Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome, orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.
Note: if you choose to ignore the red tags, don't cry to me about it.
Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.
Part 1: The Naga King >
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At the Rooster’s Nest, there are two types of clients: single clients and married ones. A lot of the workers there, whether they be “entertainers” or barmaids, tend to steer clear of the married customers. They don’t mind pouring them drinks, sitting on their laps as they gamble, or give them a private strip tease, but a personal session? Never. The last thing an “entertainer” needed was an angry wife bursting through the door and throttling her for doing her job. So, a good portion of them stayed away from customers with spouses at home.
Except you.
You didn’t mind customers who had someone waiting on them. In fact, you preferred them. You told others that it gave you an excuse to charge an extra fee, your ‘hazard pay’. If a man wanted you badly enough, he’d have to pay extra for the pleasure of your company. Your colleagues laughed at your boldness, often giving words of caution, but you told them the money was worth it. They weren’t surprised, of course. You became notorious for it.
“You can charm the pants off anyone, YN,” Hyunjin told you in the dressing room. The silver-haired siren sat at his vanity, combing out his long strands, as he spoke. “I thought I could seduce someone, but you have me beat, I must say. I don’t know how you do it, but you do it.”
“What’s your secret?” a woman with sleek brown hair came walking out of an adjacent room, half-dressed with her hair tied in a high ponytail. Chorong leaned against the wall next to your table and crossed her arms. “Love potion? Special pheromone perfume?”
You shrugged, “I just know what men like, that’s all. They’re not hard to read, especially after they've had a few drinks.”
Dabbing blush onto your cheeks, you smirked to yourself. It came naturally to you, you supposed. Since you grew up without parents, you’d started caring for yourself at a young age. You aren’t particularly big or strong. You might be clever and cunning, but you have no head for numbers or reading. You only had your looks and charm. If you were short of money in the market, you batted your lashes and budding breasts at the merchant and he gave you what you wanted. Whenever you’d been caught stealing, a few whispered promises and sweet words enchanted the sheriff into letting you go with a warning. People can be quite easy once you understand them. All the men who came into The Rooster’s Nest only wanted two things: booze and women. You provided both.
Fixing up your eyebrows for a final time, you checked out yourself in a mirror. Tonight you wore the red and gold halter top, and the long skirt that hung low on your hips. A tantalizing outfit, the two slits in the skirt left a bit for the imagination and the vibrant color drew the eye. The golden bangles on your wrists, and the necklace draped between your breasts added another layer of regality. In the mirror, you transformed from a country girl to a seductive goddess. You’d have no trouble alluring the right men tonight.
One man in particular stuck out in your mind.
“Are you seeing Him tonight?” Hyunjin asked, a knowing smirk on his face.
You couldn't suppress your smile at the question. A pointed face with dark round eyes came to the forefront of your mind. The thought of his wide, gummy smile only broadened yours. Your stomach filled with butterflies as his laugh echoed in your head. You hadn't seen or heard from Hongjoong in several weeks, but you knew he had not forgotten you. The numerous trinkets and love letters in your bedroom told you so. He never said when he'd arrive; he simply showed up and spent the night before leaving again. A situation like this might bother some women, but for a woman in your profession, it worked out well.
“I don't know,” you answered. “He hasn't said if he'd come by or not.”
“He's probably with his wife and kids right now,” Chorong joked, earning giggles from the people around her. “A good looking guy like him is definitely not single.”
“No,” you shook your head, “Hongjoong isn't like that. I can tell.”
Memories of your last night with him came flooding back. Eyes landing on a crystal necklace hanging from your mirror, you admired the white raw moonstone on a silver chain. The silver circled it as if encased in ice, gleaming in the light of the dressing room. You picked it up and clasped it around your neck.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to wear that?” Hyunjin asked, tying a glittery sash around his hips. “Vernon might show up.”
“I don’t care,” you admired the stone laying on your chest. It stood out against the gold and ruby necklaces you wore. Hongjoong might come tonight and see you wearing his gift. “If he doesn’t like it, he can go with somebody else.”
“Ha, I doubt he’ll do that.”
Chwe Vernon was a walking money bag with a pretty face. Son of Gold Rush’s mayor, he also ran the largest farm in the area. He comes into The Rooster’s Nest with pockets full of gold and silver to spend on ale, gambling tables, and pretty girls. A lot of your coworkers didn’t mind humoring him whenever he came into the tavern, but they never went past a kiss or a feel. Vernon might be handsome and rich, but not enough to risk running into his wife.
He didn’t hold a candle to Hongjoong. Not by a long shot.
“You’re playing with fire, girl,” he chuckled. “Haeyoung isn’t one to be messed with.”
“Oh, what will that little rat do? Squeak at me?” You said, a bit annoyed thinking about Vernon’s jealous wife.
More people might pursue Vernon if it weren’t for the rumors that spread about Haeyoung. The rumors that she was more than a mere apothecary and healer. One of the church women claimed they once saw Haeyoung performing dark magic rituals in the forest while another claimed she’d set a curse upon her daughter. Witches are not well liked in the smaller country towns, where prejudice stemmed from fear of the unknown and unfamiliar. You found this to be hypocritical since your local priest, Father Moon, wielded what people called ‘Holy Magic’. But then again, he claimed his powers came from a high being, so people accepted him. The only reason Haeyoung never stood on the gallows was Vernon and his family. An upstanding family like the Chwe’s wouldn’t let a witch into their clan, so it must be a rumor. Still, people remained suspicious. That suspicion turned into caution. Cross Chwe Haeyoung, and become cursed.
You found this to be utter nonsense. The only beings with any real magic are the non-humans, or ‘magicfolk’, like Hyunjin, who was a Siren from the Northern Sea. You saw glimmers of his “unnaturalness” in the shimmery contours of his face, a light aqua against fair skin and the dark blue hue of his full lips. Aside from him, a good chunk of the people who lived in Gold Rush are also magicfolk. Some of your best and favorite regulars are not human; you had many elven, goblins and were-people as friends. You doubted Haeyoung, with her mundane humanity, was anything close to magical.
“Well, I’m off,” you concluded, slipping into a pair of sandals. “I’ll see you two on the floor.”
You walked out into the tavern’s main room. Several gambling tables took over the large hall, while a band played music in a nearby corner. Behind the bar, you saw Yoongi wiping down pint glasses while Namjoon served beer from the barrels. You gave him a wink, which made him smile brightly. You never could resist a handsome face. Men are a weakness of yours, especially the particularly handsome ones. It’s why you’d become so interested in Vernon initially. His looks drew you to him, but it was his purse that kept you around. Sauntering by the bar, you gave Namjoon a flirty smile.
“Evening Joonie,” you said, making eye contact.
“Evening YN,” he breathed, passing out a pint of ale while looking you over. “You look sensational.”
“Don’t I always?” you approached the bar, taking in Namjoon’s muscles and broad shoulders. “Busy tonight?”
“Not busy enough to ignore you,” he winked, then turned away.
You left the bar for the stages on the other side. The sensuality going through the room slipped into your body, and controlled your swaying hips as you walked. A young woman in nothing but a golden chain harness and mesh underwear contorted herself into complicated positions for a group of men near the stage. A tall, lavender-skinned she-elf danced provocatively on one of the smaller stages on either side of the area, golden coins in pails at the corners.
Standing near the area, you searched for Hongjoong. He liked sitting at the back tables, where he could watch in private. He always came alone; he hardly spoke to anyone except the occasional “business partner”. Hongjoong never said what he did for a living, but you knew it must be profitable. The man’s pockets never seemed to empty. Your heart weighed slightly when you did not see him at his usual spots. Perhaps he’ll come later on in the night.
You took your place on the opposite stage, and started swaying and whirling your hips. It didn’t take long for customers to gravitate towards you. You gave your flirtatious winks, your sly smirks, and sultry responses. You showed glimpses of your breasts and backside, knowing how it made them drool. Their attention fueled your movements; their desire to touch you sparked a similar arousal in you. Hongjoong said he loved watching you dance. His eyes followed every movement, glued to your body and already planning what he’d do with you later.
“Namjoon!” Vernon waltzed into the tavern, giving the bartender a wide smile as he put a coin on the bartop. “One pint, please. I’ve built up a thirst tonight.”
This was your chance. Hongjoong won’t be upset if you took up with someone else before him. A girl needed to eat after all. Hopping off the stage, you made your way over to Vernon through the crowd.
“Hello, handsome,” you said with a smile, taking the spot next to him.
Vernon’s eyes glued to your body the second he saw you. They drank in your scandalous outfit, focusing on your chest a bit longer before meeting your eyes. “YN…” he said, “You’re a sight for sore eyes. I bet people have been drooling over you all night.”
“They have,” you admitted, walking closer, “But there’s only one person I want drooling over me.”
Make him feel special. Even if it’s for an hour or two, your job was to make an everyday man feel like a king. You took the ale Namjoon placed on the bar and sipped it, keeping your eyes on Vernon as you did so. Pointedly, you let the top foam slide down the sides of your mouth before wiping them away.
“Trust me,” he smirked, pulling you by the waist and taking the beer, “I’ll be doing more than drooling by the end of the night.”
“Oh?” you teased, “And what about Haeyoung?”
“She’s out of town,” he said. “Something about meeting a friend up north. I don’t know, but she won’t be coming here.”
“Good,” you said, hands on his chest, “I don’t want her to spoil your good time.”
“Neither do I,” he replied, hand on the small of your back. “Come sit with my men and I,” he insisted, “I could use a good luck charm at the tables.”
You let him lead you to an open table and sat in his lap. ‘Good luck charm’ was Vernon’s way of saying he needed an accomplice. You’d distract his opponents with your tits or a compliment whenever Vernon switched cards up his sleeves or stole chips from them. Being a rich man who surrounded himself with desperate men, they didn’t dare speak out if they did catch him cheating.
“This is real silver and moonstone,” Vernon asked half way through the game. He lifted the moonstone from your neck, “Where did you get this?”
“It’s a gift,” you saw his jealousy rising, and you felt annoyed.
“From who? Nobody around here can buy this kind of thing.”
“He’s from out of town. He comes here sometimes, and he usually gives me nice gifts. Sometimes it’s rare flowers, other times it’s things from exotic places.”
“So, he’s got money?”
“I guess? He travels a lot.”
Vernon nodded, then dropped your necklace. “I don’t see why he bothers,” he said, “Why would any man spend money on a whore?”
You wanted to slap him. You almost did before you remembered his fat coin purse. Hongjoong would’ve punched him. Rich man or not, Hongjoong feared nobody. You knew this from the time you watched him square off against a large farmhand who’d insulted you. The man stood several inches taller, and much wider, yet Hongjoong did not back down. They didn’t come to blows, but just seeing him defend you when other men didn’t strengthened your feelings for him. Vernon would be no match.
After a few rounds of watching the same outcome, you gave a small pout. “This is starting to bore me now. Why don’t we go play our own game upstairs?”
“And what game might that be?” he questioned, pushing hair from your face and letting his fingers trail to your bare shoulder.
You pretended to give it a thought, then picked up a black gambling chip. “Find the Chip,” you winked, already standing with the chip between your teeth.
“My favorite.”
You led him upstairs by the hand, anticipation burning down your body. You knew you’d make a killing tonight. Men like Vernon never went only one time; they had the money, and they’d spend all they had. The moment he shut the door, you began slowly undressing. Vernon’s eyes stayed on you as you removed it piece by piece, unbuttoning his own shirt as he did. Soon, you were naked and pulling back the bed sheets.
“You’re incredible, you know that?” he marveled at your nude form, watching you throw the chip onto the bed. “I’ve never been with a woman as beautiful as you before…”
“I’m sure you haven’t,” you said, crawling into the bed and putting the covers over yourself, “Haeyoung isn't a great beauty.”
“Nor as erotic.”
He settled between your thighs and immediately started feeling up and down your body. You giggled every time he brushed a ticklish spot, and gave a soft sigh or two when he moved over a sensitive area. You knew the circular chip was right underneath you, and so did he, but he didn’t go there just yet. Vernon captured your lips in his as he “searched” your breasts. Cupping and squeezing them gently, you felt small sparks of pleasure when he rubbed over your nipples. Your hands roaming down to his waist, you slid them into his pants and squeezed the firm cheeks there. It earned you a low rumble that filled your mouth. Vernon let you massage them while he started grinding against your bare sex. It never took much to warm your clients up, particularly because they come to you already aroused. You simply drew it out of them in every kiss and touch.
Your head turning to give him more access, you happened to glance out the window. On the sill, illuminated by the lantern on the low side table, sat a black bird. You couldn’t make out the breed until it bounced a little closer. A crow. You have never seen one on its own before. The bird stared into the room as if watching you and Vernon. You amused yourself by thinking it’d come to peek in on you.
When he finally found the chip, Vernon received his reward.
“Yes,” he exhaled deeply, feeling your lips finally wrap around his tip, “Just like that.”
You gave the pulsing head a soft lick before sliding it into your mouth. The salty precum threw you off a moment, but you’d grown used to it right away. Sucking firmly, you bobbed your head gradually up and down while keeping your eyes on him. His whines and whimpers made your sex throb; you watched the powerful, influential Chwe Vernon slowly submit to you. You stopped sucking and jerked him as you kissed his thighs, knowing the move arched his back. The pleasure radiating from him brought life into your worn out body; it replaced the emptiness that filled your insides. Whenever you began having sex, Vernon became a man possessed. He suddenly didn’t see sense, and did whatever you wanted him to do. You immediately became his world, which you basked in gladly.
As you went back to sucking his cock, tasting the smooth skin and feeling the veins pulsate against your tongue, the door flew open.
“Vernon! What the hell are you doing?!”
Haeyoung’s howl broke Vernon from your spell, and he bolted upright. You smoothly moved away from him and faced Haeyoung. A sliver of a woman with black hair and dark eyes, Haeyoung’s glaring face irritated you. She always acted so surprised when she caught him with someone. You snatched up your skirt from the floor and started sliding it back up your legs.
“Haeyoung?” Vernon said in disbelief, using a pillow to cover himself, “Wha-What are you doing here? You said you were coming back tomorrow!”
“I came back early,” she said, not looking away from you, “Because I knew you’d take the opportunity to see your whore while I was gone.” She stalked into the room, not bothering to address her husband. “So, you’re the one he’s been seeing. Huh, I shouldn’t be surprised. You’ve always been the type to take things that aren’t yours, YN.”
“It’s nothing personal, Haeyoung,” you admitted. “Vernon’s just a client. Nothing more. If you’re gonna take it out on anyone, it should be him.”
“It’s not his fault you’re an evil temptress,” she hissed. “You’re a deceitful, greedy whore. You only became a brothel worker so you have excuses to sleep around and feel important, because you know deep down, you’re nothing. It’s probably the reason your parents abandoned you. They knew you’d grow up to be a no-good, worthless whore and didn’t want anything to do with you.”
This insult would’ve brought you to tears when you were ten. Now, as an adult, you felt your rage boiling.
“I wouldn’t know, Haeyoung, they abandoned me, remember?” You remarked, pulling on your top and clasping it behind your neck. “You two can work this out up here,” you tied your skirt around your waist and put it in place, “Goodnight to you both.”
Haeyoung stood between you and the doorway. “You’re not going anywhere.”
“Out of my way, Haeyoung, before I call the bouncers.”
“You and those harlots down there,” she growled, “Are going to finally see what happens when you mess with what’s mine.”
“Haeyoung, please!” Vernon called out desperately, “Don’t!”
You saw the look in her eyes, feeling the rage burning within her and boiling to the surface. She did not frighten you. She was a puny little woman angry at the world.
“Goodnight, Haeyoung,” you said firmly, pushing her aside and leaving the room.
“Don’t you walk away from me, you slut!”
“Namjoon!” you called out from the loft above the main room, “Haeyoung’s at it again.”
“I’m on it.”
You’d started walking down the stairs when you heard her from the top landing. “You’re going to regret not curbing this appetite of yours, YN YLN!”
You’d only just turned around when something hit the lower part of your back. Hot, stinging pain paralyzed you, causing you to fall down the rest of the stairs. Your jaw clenched as you restrained a scream. White hot pain shocked your muscles and seeped deep into the area around it; you slammed into the bottom landing as the pain burrowed inside and started spreading. It slowly crept through your veins, starting on your back where it rolled against your spine. The pain came the worst here. You would’ve thought someone tried splitting you in half or swung a burning blade up your back. Your fingers dug into the carpet as your arms started trembling. You swore it went into your fingernails, causing you to curl your fingers into your palms until they bled.
“What the…” Namjoon’s voice sounded closer, “YN!”
“Oh my god, YN!” you heard Hyunjin from nearby.
Their voices barely reached you. The sensation moved from your back to your chest, which burned hotly. It went up into your throat like bile, acidic and viscous, but nothing came up. Only more horrific screams tore through your throat, calling into the air like a banshee. In the blurriness, you made out Haeyoung’s shadowy figure. When she bent down over you, you saw her wicked smugness.
“Haeyoung, what’s happening? Is she alright?” Vernon called from somewhere far away.
“You crazy bitch!” Hyunjin shouted, “What the hell did you do?!”
“You should've kept your legs closed, YN,” she smirked. “Now, you're gonna do anything but close them.”
You clawed at her, but the pain kept you in place.
“Witch!” a voice called out from nearby.
“She really is a witch!”
“Get her!”
Haeyoung yelped when a pair of strong arms lifted her away from you. The self-satisfied smile she’d worn vanished the instant she saw the people around her. “Wait! Wait, no! Vernon! Vernon!”
“Get the sheriff!”
“I got the rope!”
You wanted it to stop. You wanted to die.
“Namjoon, please help!” Hyunjin sobbed. “Please, don’t let her die.”
“A witch! She’s a real witch!” Somebody cried from nearby.
“Get the rope!”
“Let her swing!”
When another person bent over you, you flinched away from their touch at first. It was Namjoon. His hands pressed to the spot on your back, and it felt like fire on your skin. You couldn't hear what he was saying, but he murmured a low incantation in a strange language. Namjoon’s spell soothed the engulfing flames while relaxing the torturous pain.
“Namjoon-” Hyunjin’s whimper interrupted.
“-Hush!”
Namjoon continued chanting, his voice drowning out the commotion going outside. Someone screamed, but you couldn't place the precise location it came from. All you comprehended was your pain and Namjoon's steady, gentle voice. When the sensation slowly dwindled to a dull ache, your brain became fuzzy from the combination of the two.
“Just sleep, YN. Just sleep.”
And so you did.
****
Someone broke all your bones and put them back together with glue. At least, that was how you felt when you woke up the next morning. Laying face down in a soft bed, the faint scent of lemon and lavender filled your nose right away. It had a strangely calming effect on you, as if the scent itself clung to your skin and nostrils to heal you. You didn't know where you were at first. Your brain pieced together what happened the previous night, and all you mustered was Haeyoung’s gloating face. Haeyoung. You thought of the calls for a rope and cries of witchcraft.
“Did they hang her?” Came out of your throat hoarse and cracked.
“Not right away,” Namjoon answered from nearby.
Opening your eyes fully, you saw him crouching by the fireplace. He appeared to be stirring a small pot on the cracking wood. You curled, stretching your aching bones, to get a better look at him. The friendly bartender had shed his persona to reveal the simple man underneath. Gazing down his neck, you noticed his broad shoulders that led to lean arms. Free of his jacket, you saw the swirling black tattoos around his shoulders and wrists. They appeared to be in the shape of runes, at least you guessed. You’d never seen them in all the time you’ve worked at the Rooster’s Nest. When did he get them? What did they mean? It brought attention to his firm, toned body. For a brief moment, you saw yourself kissing down his smooth chest to his navel before slowly tugging his pants to his thighs.
You shook the thoughts from your head.
“Someone dragged her outside while Yoongi got the rope,” Namjoon explained, crushing herbs between his palms then adding them to the pot. “I managed to stop them before they yanked her up the tree.”
“She’s alive, then?”
“No. I only stopped them to question her.”
“About?”
“About where she learned demon magic.”
“Demon magic?” your eyes widened.
“The spell she casted last night can only be casted by a demon,” he nodded, stirring the potion which turned a bright green once the leaves touched the surface. “They're the only beings strong enough to wield them. If she’d been a mere mortal, it meant a demon taught it to her or she stole the magic from one of them.”
“I’m going to take a guess that she wasn’t human?”
“Oh, she was. She was a witch,” He sprinkled a few sprigs of herbs into the potion next, and you saw the green hue turn a murky jade. “Witches can consort with demons. When I asked her, she said a powerful demon showed her things that no mortal ever could. It took me a while, but I learned where she got it from.”
“Are you a demon then?”
He laughed through his nose, “No. You’d know if I was.”
“Then, what are you?”
“Warlock,” he tapped one of the runes on his shoulder. He stirred the green potion in the fireplace, taking a whiff before adding more herbs. “These are protection runes. If Haeyoung tried cursing me, it would have bounced back on her.”
“Wish I had some protection runes,” you muttered. “Where is she now?”
“Six feet under in an unmarked grave,” he said, “What they do to all witches.”
“What happened after they hung her?”
“Haeyoung’s neck broke the second they hoisted her up the tree. Of course, the death of his wife riled Vernon and his boys up so they started fighting the other patrons in the bar. Two men had been shot by the time the sheriff and deputy rode up to the place with their boys. It took them a while to settle everything up and get tempers cooled again, and when they did, the law took in two of Vernon’s gang, a dwarf who’d tried coming at him with an ax, and Yoongi. Don’t worry,” he said at your sudden gasp, “He’s out. They let him go when it was confirmed that she had, in fact, attacked you.”
“Vernon must’ve been pissed about that.”
“He was,” Namjoon nodded.
He ladeled some potion in a pint mug, then came back to your bedside. You forced yourself to sit up despite the tenderness in your limbs, and took the warm mug in your hands. In a few tentative sips, the potion started relaxing your sore muscles. Namjoon watched you drink as he continued.
“Though, I don’t get why. It’s not as if he was a faithful, loving husband.”
“He’ll be glad to be rid of her, I suspect.” You scowled over your drink, taking another sip before saying, “Wish they’d waited until I woke up so I could watch her swing.”
Your upright position stretched your back, and brought focus to the slight stinging coming from where the pain originated. Reaching behind your back to the left side, you felt several raised welts underneath a thin gauze bandage. The sizzling, scorching pain that initially shocked you faded into a faint stinging whenever your fingers brushed it. The patch itself felt wet, but when you brought your hand to your nose, you smelled the earthy scent of witch hazel.
“Is it bad?” you winced over at him.
“It was awful,” he confirmed, “But Healer Yang and I were concerned about the mark itself. It can get infected if left alone for too long. I applied some witch hazel to relieve any inflammation or irritation you might get from it.”
“Mark?! She marked me?!”
Namjoon sighed, then said, “She cursed you, YN. Minor to mild curses don’t typically come with any sort of mark to signify it, but the major ones definitely do.”
You furrowed your brow in thought. Haeyoung had said something as she watched your suffering, but you couldn’t recall it.
“I imagine she thought it’d be ironic,” he said. He went through his satchel nearby, retrieving a small leatherbound book with a strange symbol on the cover. “She already believes all brothel workers are sex-driven animals. It only makes sense that she’d curse you with the Hand of Lust.”
“Hand of Lust?”
He turned the book around on your lap. On the page, the author illustrated a realistic disembodied hand coming out from flickering flames, a bleeding heart inches above the fingertips. Aside from that, they’d written ‘The Hand of Lust’ and a description of the curse.
“‘Those cursed by The Hand will suffer unimaginable lust,” you read out loud. “‘A lust so powerful that it shall drive the cursed to pure madness within several days.’ Wait,” you paused, rereading the sentence, “Pure madness? I’ll go insane?”
“Yeah,” he nodded. “You’ll lose your mind and become a zombie basically. I’ve seen it, and it’s not pretty.”
“I mean, I have sex loads so it can’t be that bad…”
“Yes, it can and it is. It’ll start with just being horny a lot but you'll be able to manage, then it’ll turn into an obsession. The slightest suggestion will have you dripping for it,” he explained. “Then, it’ll slowly turn into an addiction. You’ll want it all the time, and probably do crazy shit trying to get it. By the end, you’ll want nothing but sex. You won’t know anything. You won’t be able to think straight, and you’ll never get your senses back. You won’t eat or sleep. You become a shell of who you were before.” He saw the dread filling your eyes, and said, “But, luckily there’s a cure for it.”
“And you happen to have it on you right now?”
“No, sadly not. Demon magic can’t be undone the normal way,” he said. “You’ll have to go to the demon who created the curse. Only they know the secret to lifting it.”
“Great,” you huffed, drinking more of the herbal potion, “Just great. Where would I even find them?”
“You’re in luck. Haeyoung told me everything she knew, since she hoped it might save her. He’s in The Crescent Mountains,” he answered. “She wouldn’t give me a name, but she told me they call him ‘The Dark Lord’.”
“The Dark Lord?” you scoffed, “Really? That’s what he calls himself?”
“It’s what people who’ve met him call him. She said nobody knows his real name.”
“A demon who lives in the coldest mountain range in the north? Oh yes, Namjoon, I’m so lucky. They’re on the other side of the damn kingdom. It’ll take me ages to get there! I’ll be a zombie by then!”
“Two weeks,” he said, “Which is more or less how long the curse takes until it consumes you. But, I found a captain that’ll take you straight there by boat. No detours. You’d be there within a week.”
“And this demon will just lift it for me?”
“Oh, no, he’ll definitely expect something in exchange. That's why I packed this for you.”
He placed a rucksack in front of you. When you opened it, you saw the usual supplies: packets of food, a water canteen, a first aid kit, matches, and a small lantern. But, you also found something large wrapped in velvet. Removing the black cloth, you realized it was a large grey stone. About the size of a baseball, you saw the crimson rune etched into the sides.
“It’s a runestone,” Namjoon explained as you studied the stone. “Demons collect these so they can improve their skills and weapons. This ‘Dark Lord’ will have a hard time saying no to this. Plus,” he smirked, “It might only sweeten the deal if you offered yourself up to him afterwards.”
“I think sex will be the last thing I want once he removes it.” You wrapped the runestone back up, and put it in the bag.
Namjoon hesitated, “Yeah, you’re right.”
Even after hearing his explanations, you still couldn’t fathom your fate. As Namjoon started ladling the rest of the potion into small vials, you played with the crystal still around your neck. Touching it brought a strange kind of comfort. You wished Hongjoong had been there last night. You wouldn’t have bothered with Vernon at all if Hongjoong had been there. You rubbed your thumb along the icy design, you envisioned the end result. You saw yourself walking slowly, groaning and moaning as you searched for any sort of stimulation. The curse itself made sense when you thought about it. Haeyoung already saw you as a worthless sex addict, so she picked a curse that would make you regret every decision you ever made.
“The boat leaves in an hour, so I suggest getting ready to move out,” he said, putting the vials in a small pouch. “I’ve packed some medicine for you. You’re going to feel a lot of the curse’s physical effects, and these can at least alleviate that.”
“Wait, you’re not coming?”
“I can’t,” he said. “I have a business to run and The Dark Lord will probably smite me the moment I get near his palace. You’ll be safe, YN,” he said gently, sitting on the bed next to you. “Captain Jin is a good guy. He won’t take advantage of your mental state like other men might.”
“What if I don’t make it in time?”
“You will. Just follow the directions on the map, and you’ll make it there in no time. Jin’s boat goes straight to the northern port, so you could just go through the little town there until you reach the mountain. Trust me, it won’t be hard to find. It’s pretty big.”
This didn’t make you feel better. As you started changing, you thought about this demon lord. In your head, you saw a massive, hulking figure with big black horns, red skin and sharp fangs. He’d find your predicament funny, no doubt, since he was the curse’s creator. He’d be sitting on some kind of throne, wearing nothing but a pair of pants to show off his bulging muscles, and expect you to “offer yourself” to him.
Perhaps by the time you meet him, you would.
*****
The little port town near Gold Rush sat on the eastern coastline. According to Namjoon, the mountain port was just upwards from there and would take at least a week. You hoped his timeline was correct as you said your farewells and made your way to town in a wagon. As you rode there in silence, fear started filling your stomach and twisting it around. You’d never left home before; you never had a reason. It’s the only place you’ve ever known, and now you are leaving to somewhere foreign and new. What if you didn’t make it to the port? What if the captain did take advantage of you? The thought of being underneath a sweaty, flabby figure made you gag.
However, Captain Kim Seokjin was anything but sweaty or flabby. He was tall with wide shoulders a girl could hang onto in any position; brown hair swooped over his dark eyes, which gave you a friendly glint when you approached.
“You must be YN,” he grinned, coiling rope around his large hands. “Namjoon told me you’d be joining me.”
His boat was a small, rickety thing with a canvas sail and fishing equipment. You guessed you’d be sleeping below, since you didn’t see anywhere else.
“Yeah,” you nodded. “I need to get up north, and he said you’d be taking me there?”
“Yup,” he answered, holding out a hand, “Come aboard. I just finished getting stuff ready for our trip.”
As you stepped onto the boat, a loud ‘caw’ caught your attention. A crow sat perched on the cabin in the middle of the boat. Black eyes gazed at you from above, slightly flapping its wings as it moved around. It drew up a memory as you stared back. You’d been underneath Vernon, you think, enjoying his soft lips when you’d looked out the window. There’d been a crow there too. It didn't appear different from any other crow you'd seen, but the longer you looked at the bird, the more ominous it felt. The soothsayers who used to come through town during festival season said that crows were dark omens. Considering your upcoming trip, seeing the bird only worsened your feelings.
“Is he yours?” You asked Jin.
Jin looked up from the side of the boat to see the bird nearby. “Nope,” he answered, though seemed delightfully surprised nonetheless. “Crows aren’t really native to these parts. They’re more up north. You mostly get seagulls around here. Strange,” he dug into a sack nearby and fished out a small portion of sunflower seeds. “Here, buddy,” he said gently, cautiously putting the seeds down, “Have a snack.”
The bird did not flutter away or snap its beak at him. It only stared, then started pecking at the seeds. “He doesn’t seem…scared?” you said curiously. “Aren’t birds usually fidgety?”
“He might be domesticated,” Jin said, getting inside the cabin. “Now, let’s get going. The waters can get choppy around the northern parts, so we gotta tread carefully.”
You set your bag down by the crow, and watched him eat. From what Namjoon said, you expected to feel the urge to hump everything in sight. You thought you’d be aroused non-stop from the jump. That should’ve been the desired effect, surely. Yet, you felt nothing of the sort. For some reason, that worried you more. The sensation circled you like a shark looking for its prey. The thought taunted you in the back of your mind. You expected it to hit you at any moment.
It did hit you.
As day grew into night, Jin’s boat sailed past the coastline onto open water. He’d let you have the captain’s cabin, which was really just a small cot with a wash basin and dresser. The rocking waves moved the boat side to side, and it cradled you to sleep.
His hands were on you before you could comprehend anything. Soft fingers kneaded the flesh of your thighs, thumbs pressing to the inner sides as they slid to your center. You let out a faint gasp when one digit rubbed along your slit unexpectedly. Opening your eyes, you saw nothing in the cabin’s pitch black darkness. You could only hear his low, steady breaths as he continued feeling up your sex and thighs. He parted your legs easily, settling down on top of you as if you were made of glass. It couldn’t be Jin. This intruder was far slimmer, and his voice sounded higher. You smiled right away.
‘Hongjoong,’ his name fell from your lips in a soft breath.
‘I can’t wait to have you,’ he breathed in your ear, hands going from your thighs to your breasts. ‘To really have you.’
Warm lips caressed your neck, hot breath ghosting over your skin, and you melted. Your body suddenly became hypersensitive to his touch. Every light caress ignited the fires stirring inside your panties. Each kiss and lick brought out mewls that pleased your visitor. A sudden heat flared up around your neck to your cheeks as he kissed down to your chest. You realized then you wore nothing but your underwear. Smooth leather, crisp linen and rough denim brushed against your bare skin, creating a new friction that you needed. Thumbs rubbing over your nipples, soon he used his tongue to tease more cries out of you. No man ever took this much time with you. They always wanted to jump to “the best part”, which was you pleasuring them instead. Hongjoong never did that.
‘The gods really smiled on me when fate led me into that little brothel,’ he said in between soft suckles. ‘I’d never be here otherwise.’
Suddenly, his face was between your thighs and his tongue lashing your bare clit. You never felt anything like it before. His warm, slippery tongue easily circled your hard clit, flicking it until your back arched. He didn’t restrain you, only holding your thighs as you wriggled about on the bed.
‘So delicious,’ he groaned against your slick folds. ‘Exactly as I remember it. I can never get enough of you.’
Your mind spun with pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers slipped into soft, silky waves and curls as you brought him closer. The lewd slurping sounds of him sucking your juices joined your constant moaning.
‘Hongjoong…’ his name escapes you in a soft sigh.
‘Be a good pet for me, and indulge in your mark. It’ll be worse for you if you don’t.'
“YN! YN, wake up!”
A pair of rough hands shook you awake, and reality broke through your dreams. The slight rocking that had lulled you to sleep had turned more violent. You noticed the porcelain wash basin laid on the floor in pieces, and your overheard lantern swung side to side in every wave. Jin stood above you, fear and panic widening his eyes, and he continued shaking you.
“Wha-what’s happening?” you asked groggily, rubbing sleep from your eyes.
“You gotta come help me,” he insisted, tossing your clothes at you. “This storm’s come out of nowhere. It’s bad. It’s…Just, come up and do what I say and we’ll make it out of here. Storms don’t last forever.”
Dressing proved to be difficult as the ship moved to the crashing waves. Through the small window, you saw nothing but the darkness and raindrops pounding the glass. Flashes of lightning were followed by roaring thunder, almost piercing your ears and making you tremble as you pulled on your jacket. Coming outside, Jin gave you a yellow raincoat to shield you from most of the pouring rain. It came down in hard sheets, filling the wooden boat before spilling out through holes in the sides. Boots sliding over wet floors, you followed Jin’s instructions to the letter. You knew nothing about boats, but you understood “pull that rope” and “push that lever”. It was harder than you imagined. The harsh waves and rain made it impossible to see. You couldn’t see anything past the dangling lights of Jin’s boat, the world around you shrouded in darkness. Only the lightning briefly illuminated the dark clouds rolling over you. It was hard to imagine an end to the madness.
“Brace yourself!” Jin called through the loud thunder, “A big one’s coming!”
You didn’t see the wave, but you certainly felt the boat tip upwards at a ninety-degree angle. Gravity pulled you downwards, and you grabbed tightly onto the main mast. A scream escaped you when you realized your feet left the ground and you dangled in the air. The sensation of falling backwards brought out more terror as your body and the boat capsized, plunging you into the icy cold water. Instinct told you to hold onto whatever oxygen you had as the rolling waves tossed you this way and that. You’d die like this. You were going to drown. Your eyes opened, and you sorely wished they hadn’t.
In the darkness of the sea, you saw glowing eyes. Bright gold, they blinked at you from the abyss. You screamed, desperately trying to get away to the surface. The figure swam closer, unbothered by the water as something slimy wrapped around your ankles and dragged you-not down-but sideways. You continued kicking and grasping at the water, your chest caving as your last breath left you. The creature carried you along gently, its tentacle keeping a firm grip but not so much it broke bones. Instinct kicked in once more and your mouth opened. Gallons of water filled your lungs as you soared through the ocean, salt burning your throat and tongue.
Namjoon never said elements might kill you before the curse did.
Though, right before you reached death, the creature flung you out of the water. Your body carried weightless through the air, more rain pelting you, and you crashed right onto something solid. Then, everything went black.
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A/N: ooof, YN's going to be going on a very interesting journey! Hope you all stick around for the ride!
I see people getting shocked at how much Yunho enjoys, almost gets ecstatic over, getting his neck played with. But you forget that he is a taurus venus; taurus rules the neck, and with a strong venus influence him being sensitive in his neck is just normal. He probably gets red around his neck quite easily, so giving him hickeys wouldn't be difficult at all. He might have that perfect, sweet spot somewhere in there that could switch everything off for him in a second. Playing with his neck could be the easiest way to tease him or the easiest way to push him to the edge. If you want to get him going, just caress him like this and he will be all around you. So yeah, he definitely loves getting his neck played with.
this is pussy obsessed yunho if i’ve ever seen him.
sitting between your spread thighs on the bed, and you’re naked but he’s not. he’s making you wait. he wants you squirming and begging for it, and he wants to watch. this is the yunho who wants to watch you touch yourself, his mouth watering as he watches you tease your clit, fascinated with how you go breathy at just the right circle of your fingers. he wants to touch it too, explore it. he wants brush his fingers over the soft skin, see how swollen and dark he can get your little clit just from teasing alone. see how wet he can make you before he even sinks a finger in.
he wants to feel the heat of your cunt, on his fingers, his tongue, and god his cock too but he’s focused first on pleasing you and sating his hungry curiosity for your pussy. he wants to make you cum while he’s buried between your thighs, up close and personal so he can see it quiver and pulse, dripping slick wetness down his hand when he pumps his fingers just right.
he wants to know which body parts are erogenous zones for you. do you clench when he plays with your nipples? or maybe it’s a squeeze of your inner thigh? a press down over your belly? he’s ready to find out, because you’ve finally given him permission to do whatever it is he wants and he’s been wanting to study you since he met you.
you come over and over on his fingers, his tongue, all while he grinds his hips down into the mattress. he could come just from the taste of your cunt on his tongue. by the end he knows every centimeter of your pussy. the way you jerk when he licks a thick line from the bottom to top of your slit. the way you groan when he adds another finger, thighs spreading wider.
i need to take a lap pussy obsessed yunho has me in a tailspin
what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?
would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?
I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains
when i hear complaints about the boomers, i say "was it not boomers getting shot by cops while protesting against the war in vietnam? Were not boomers the ones who insisted that banks would no longer require a cosign from a husband or father for a woman to open an account or have a credit card? Did they not literally take us to the moon?"
When i hear complaints about gen x i say " did not gen x bear the brunt of AIDS and the creation of the 'inner city'? wasn't it gen-x marching for queer rights and women's body autonomy and a change in corrupt banking policies in some of the largest protests in the country's history?"
when i hear complaints about millennials, i say "have not millennials fought against and lived through so many 'once in a generation' disasters they should by all rights have given up by now? Are not millennials those who rally against the status quo? the industry killers, the cop protesters, they who live through unending hardship as the economic noose tightens, leading the charge for sustainability and socio-economic reform?"
when i hear complaints about gen-z i say "hasn't gen-z gotten involved younger, and been involved stronger, in the continuance of these noble traditions? Are they not living without even the broken pieces of the promise given to the generations that came before? haven't they had their childhoods derailed by the imminence of consequences for actions they were never even present for?"
when i hear complaints about generation alpha i say "HOW DARE YOU. How dare you malign these souls who will have to fix so much that they did not have a hand in ruining... or else die of these mistakes made before they were born. How dare you do the work of our shared oppressors and alienate our fresh blood. You are not to mistreat and mock the youngest soldiers in this fight, no! you point out to them the best targets, you share your rations, you show them how to stay alive, because anyone in the trenches with us is our brethren, our sistren. Our safety and our strength."
don't let the worst kind of stand up comedian tell you other generations are terrible. Don't let the worst kind of headline convince you each generation is against the other. Don't let the worst kind of oppressive force keep us divided along lines that mean nothing real. Because that is how they win.
