❄️Submission for @lapydiaries Admin Isa's Like Winter Air event
❄️Prompt Chosen: “I think it's going to take a while for anyone to find us” + touch starved
❄️Pairing: Alien! Seo Changbin x Exobiologist! Reader (f)
❄️Genre: smut, adventure
❄️Au: sci-fi, alien, space travel
❄️Trope: close proximity
❄️Word Count: 3,526
❄️Warnings: breast play, size kink, alien biology, oral (f), alien pheromones, big cock! changbin, cock drunk, unprotected sex, creampie
❄️Summary: when your exploration ship comes across a pod floating in space and detects life, you’re excited to see what kind of alien you’ll come across. What you didn’t realize is that the alien had been drifting for centuries, and he had woken up to the galaxy’s worst case of morning wood.
❄️Author's Note: i struggled with this for a bit, for i haven’t written changbin and then i got absorbed into the world. I hope you enjoy this play on touch starved/close proximity.
❄️divider by @cursed-carmine
“Good Morning, Associate Scientist of Exobiology. Today you have: zero activities to participate in. Would you like to listen to music as you prepare for the day?”
You blinked wearily as the ship’s auto-computer opened the blinds to the galaxy’s blue sun you were currently flying through. You pushed off your blankets and moved to sit up.
“Go ahead with the music, computer,” You mumbled and headed to change.
There wasn't a point in rushing. The trip to arrive at your destination would still take months. And there was no use for your knowledge until you actually landed on the planet. So your days were pointless for now.
You were on water rations until you arrived on planet Saiyan, so no morning wake up shower for you. Instead, you moved towards the counter that served as your ‘kitchen’. In reality, you just pulled various tablets from containers and added ‘rehydration solution’ droplets to them, and et voila instant food.
Munching absentmindedly on cinnamon toast, you moved to the wide window that showed the planetary system you were flying through on your way to planet Saiyan. Not that you were expecting an interplanetary battle outside but it was a little too zen in appearance. You were bored! You went on this expedition for some adventure and excitement, but it has let you down so far.
You saw something moving lazily on the horizon and yawned. “Oh look, a meteor.”
“Correction, Associate Scientist of Exobiology, that is not a meteor.”
You swallowed your next bite of toast quickly. “Well, what is it then?”
“Scanning,” the ship's computer responded. It was silent for a moment and then, “It is of unknown origin. There appears to be life aboard.”
Your palm slapped the quadruple paned glass. “Finally,” you whispered to yourself. “Something exciting.”
You ran to the hub of the ship you were on, tapping your wristband for comms. “Computer, wake up Jisung. I want to see him at the bridge immediately.”
Once at the hub, you paused to locate the object that was moving through space. It didn’t seem to be picking up speed so it must not be caught in any moon or planet’s orbit. That boded well. You changed direction, heading towards the bridge.
Felix was at the helm, covering the night shift for directing the ship. Or rather babysitting the ship’s computer. He was only there in case of emergency. Or in this case, you finding an unidentifiable object.
“Felix!” You shouted, making him jump out of his skin.
“What the hell?” He cursed, sending you a dirty look.
“Look sixty degrees northwest,” You commanded.
Felix turned the bridge’s captain’s chair in the direction and squinted. “What is that?”
“Exactly!” You exclaimed, doing an excited dance.
“Please tell me you’ve found a black hole, otherwise I’m going back to bed,” Jisung whined.
You grabbed Jisung’s shoulder with one hand and pointed obnoxiously with your finger at the flying object. “What the fuck is that?”
Jisung rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly. “What the fuck is that?!”
Felix tapped on the captain’s chair and brought up a magnified video of the flying object. It was most definitely not a rock.
Jisung sat down in one of the co-pilot chairs and did some quick calculations on the computer there. “It’s got to be manmade. It doesn’t move like it’s being propelled though.”
“Computer, tell them what you told me.”
“There appears to be a life form aboard,” The computer supplied.
“A what now?” Jisung demanded.
“Bring it in,” You said softly.
Felix shook his head. “I don’t think… I’m going to contact Chan.”
You shook your head, putting a hand on Felix’s arm. “As the assigned associate scientist of exobiology, I’m recommending that we bring that in as soon as possible. Jisung just confirmed it’s not natural and the ship said someone is in there.”
Felix pulled a face. “Yeah but--”
“Jisung, does it look like one of ours?” You asked, keeping your eyes on Felix.
“Not really,” Jisung admitted.
“Felix, bring it the fuck in.”
You bolted out of the bridge and moved towards the loading bay. You were practically gleeful. This was it. This was your big moment. You were going to discover an extraterrestrial, maybe the first of its kind. You hadn't even landed on Saiyan and here you were making a name for yourself.
You stopped abruptly in front of the airlock to the loading connection. The antechamber was preparing to expand all its air and receive the foreign object. You watched with almost fevered anticipation as the working arm of the ship brought the object towards the loading connection and sanctioned it to its side.
You tilted your head. You weren’t an astrophysicist like Jisung but it almost looked like a personal escape pod. Or a coffin. A space-worthy coffin.
“Warning. Associate Scientist of Exobiology, please be advised. There are suits available in the case of a malfunction of the airlock.”
“Yeah yeah, I don’t have time for that.” You tapped on your command watch and tapped it against the airlock console. “Just let me in, you stupid computer.”
“Warning. Associate Scientist of Exobiology, please be advised. The airlock is connected but--”
“I don’t care, I’ve given you the override, now open this damn door!” You shouted.
The airlock opened and you walked in trepidation. You were about to put your hands on alien technology. Maybe even an alien themselves. This was absolutely terrifying and exciting at the same time.
“Uh, why are there flashing red lights in the loading bay?” Felix’s voice came from your watch.
“The ship is angry I’m in here without a suit,” You replied nonplussed.
“You should not be in there without a suit, what about the--”
“Decontamination initiated,” The ship’s computer warned before closing the doors to the ship behind you.
“Oh fuck,” You said, feeling the blood drain from your face.
“Goddamn it!” Felix cursed through the comms. “I’m going to use the captain’s override to stop the decontamination!”
You watched in panic as the red lights flashed and heard the decontamination solution fill the pipes above. You closed your eyes and feared for the worse.
“Decontamination halted,” the ship's computer announced.
“Oh thank Christ,” You breathed out a sigh of relief.
“No, thank Felix,” Felix corrected you.
You blew a kiss to the camera. “Thank you, Felix.”
You rubbed your hands together and made your way back towards the pod. “Now, to get this baby open.”
“Have you ever considered you might have an Alien moment?” Jisung’s voice came from your watch. “What if it’s a facehugger in there? Come on, be smart about this.”
“I’m about to discover a new race of beings, Jisung, shut the fuck up,” You grumbled.
You peered around but could not find a latch to open the pod. “Damn it, how do you open this thing?”
“I’m getting Bang Chan,” Felix announced.
Fuck, there was no way the captain was going to let you fiddle any longer with this pod or open it to discover a new alien. You had to do this before Bang Chan intervened.
“No one, I repeat, nobody can stop me!” You shouted, slapping a hand down on the pod.
There was a loud ‘shhh’ as something began to hiss out of the pod.
“Felix, hurry!” Jisung said through the comms. “Something weird is coming out of the pod!”
You pressed yourself against the wall, out of the way of the questionable gas shooting forward. Then, for a split second, you saw an outline of a rectangle. And then it shot open, past you, lodging itself into the door. Your exit was now effectively blocked.
Well, that didn’t bode well for you. Still, you turned off your comms. You didn't need anyone interrupting this momentous occasion.
Still, you found yourself creeping cautiously towards the pod. There was still the weird gas streaming out of the centre of the now-opened pod but as you began to get closer, you started to see exactly what--or rather who--was inside.
The being was humanoid. They were roughly six foot five, with two fingers and opposable thumbs. Their features were four eyes, one nostril and one mouth. They were built like wrestlers. An alien wrestler, but a buff humanoid nonetheless.
“Here goes nothing,” You muttered under your breath.
Your hands shook as you timidly pressed forward to touch the alien’s shoulder and give it a gentle shake. “Hello?” You whispered.
The alien’s eyes shot open, black sclera overpowered the bright, shocking neon blue that was its iris. Its voice rasped as it attempted to talk, guttural and deep.
You raised your wristband close to the alien’s mouth in order for it to intake all the words it was saying. Enough language and it could convert it for you.
“...at last, I escape my prison,” was what you caught.
You smiled awkwardly and began to slowly move backwards. Your wristband also worked as a translator so the alien could understand you as well.
“Prison?” You squeaked.
The alien cocked its head. “You are not one of my kind. Nor one of my followers.” It looked around. “Where am I?”
You cleared your throat. “You are aboard the Earth’s expedition ship Phoenix. I am--”
The alien grunted as it pulled itself out of the pod. It stretched its body and cracked its neck. “Earth? I’ve never heard of it. I truly have travelled far from my galaxy.”
You shook your head. “No, we’ve travelled into yours, I believe,” You said, clearing your throat. “We are on our way to the planet Saiyan.”
The alien cocked its head curiously. “Do you know who I am?”
You took another step back. “No. Our ship simply noticed that there was a life form in an unidentified object and--”
The alien tipped his head back and chuckled. That made you take another step back.
“I am the god of war and fertility. I am Changbin, the undefeated, the father of countless heroes. The wars I have created, the battles I have fought and one, beside my sons and daughters, are told of legend.”
“God of… fertility? And war? That’s an interesting combination,” You muttered.
Changbin nodded. “Of course. For I create life and take it away.”
Well, you couldn't fault his logic there.
“Of course,” you echoed him.
Changbin looked around at the airlock curiously. “Do you have anything to consume? I am famished.”
“Yeah, let’s--”
Oh shit, the exit. “It seems that your dramatic escape from your pod has fucked up the doors,” You admitted with a wince.
Changbin buffed out his chest. “My strength is beyond your human comprehension, it seems.”
You moved over to the console and tapped it but it wouldn’t turn on. You frowned at the console pad. “I think it’s going to take a while for anyone to find us.”
Suddenly, the alien crowded you. You were pressed up against the plasteel wall. “You smell good, human.”
You swallowed dryly. “That’s odd. I’ve sweated thoroughly and haven’t taken a shower yet for a few spins of the local moon.”
You heard Changbin take in a huge whiff of you. “Your musk is appealing to this body.” You watched as two hands appeared high above your head. Changbin pushed his large body against yours even more. “Very appealing.”
“Uhhhhh…” You found that you were at a loss for words. “We’re not sure if our biology is compatible, sir.” You tried to put some distance between you and the alien with some formality.
“I have a functioning penile and you have an orifice. What’s there to not work?” Changbin said lowly.
You twirled around but that didn’t make anything better. The ‘I’m game’ smile on Changbin’s face was making you regret your decision to turn around. “We really shouldn’t.”
Changbin chucked your chin with a brush of the side of his rather large forefinger. “Are you saying no? When I was a God, I had my worshippers throw themselves into the chance to be with me.”
“I…am not saying no but it does not seem logical to--”
Changbin sank to his knees. “I have not touched another being in centuries,” the alien god lamented. Even so, that brought his head to your chest. His eyes remained on your breasts without a word and then sent a woeful look at you.
You awkwardly patted Changbin on the head. “I am sorry for your loss but--”
Abruptly, Changbin shoved his face into your chest, using his hands to push your breasts together and he moaned loudly. He raised his head, pleading. “Please, human, allow me the honour of touching you skin to skin. I stir for you.”
You couldn't ignore the stirrings of your own: your nipples had become pert and goosebumps littered your skin. It had been a while for you too, stuck on this ship with limited contact. It’s not like you weren’t sympathetic to Changbin’s cause.
You stared up at the ship's security feed and then touched your wristband to toggle it off. “I’m going to get into so much trouble for this.” You looked down at Changbin. “Go ahead.”
Changbin rapidly removed your clothing, leaving no time for his huge hands to touch your skin. “You are so soft, human,” Changbin mumbled as he rubbed his nose at the skin between your breasts.
“You’re just starving for contact,” You chuckled.
Changbin shook his head adamantly. “I have slept with many of my race, but you, you are soft and plump and smell so heavenly…”
The alien drew his nose down the centre of your body, his hands admiring the curves of your hips and ass and thighs. With an almost-feral growl, Changbin hefted your body up, his arms and shoulders supporting your legs and pushed your back up against the wall of the airlock. His nose continued to run along your inner thigh before he found the junction between your legs.
You gasped and your hand dove into his hair. It was feather thin but pleasurable to tug on as his tongue licked your folds. He was an alien and yet he was extremely observant. He licked until he discovered the spots that gave you pleasure and then he applied just the right rhythm and pace that he had you tipped past an orgasm before your mind could catch up.
Changbin chuckled as he let your legs down slowly. “Seems you are inebriated off the pleasure I have gifted you, human.”
“I--” You licked your lips, willing your eyes to focus and your big brain to start working.
“I will still bring you to greater heights,” the alien promised.
He unwrapped the small loincloth that he had been imprisoned in and you shirked a little. “That--that’s not going to fit.”
Changbin smirked. “They all say that. And then discover they can do wonders when they are lying with me.”
You held out a hand, panting a little. Wait, why were you panting? “No, hold on. What--what have you done to me?”
“I see my pheromones have worked on you. That is good to know they affect humans if I am to commune with your kind.”
You felt as your wetness was quite literally leaking down your thighs. Your lower half was literally weeping for this alien god. “That doesn’t mean your--”
You choked on your own saliva. His cock wasn’t completely alien. It was still in the shape of a penis with a long shaft and head. But that’s where the comparison ended. It was the same dusty blue colour that Changbin was, only it grew darker as you looked from where his cock connected with his body to the head of his cock. His cockhead was flared, bulging out to a thick shaft with dots of hard nubs along the shaft. You could only imagine what kind of sensations that cock would give inside of you--
You shook your head. “No, absolutely not.”
Changbin sat down on the floor, palms bracing on the shiny floor. “Come, human. I will let you take all the time you need.”
When you did not move from your place against the wall, Changbin sent you those woeful eyes again. “Would you deny me more of your soft skin against mine?”
Your feet seemed to move on their own accord, hesitant at first and then you found yourself crawling between Changbin’s long, outstretched legs. The longer you stared at his cock, the more you found saliva flooding your mouth. Some escaped the side of your mouth as you studied it. Could you truly take that?
Changbin motioned with his chin. You crawled into his lap and put your knees on either side of his hips on the floor. Pressing your stomach against Changbin’s cock, you saw just how deep it would go into you. In what reality were you living in currently?
“Slowly, human,” Changbin encouraged you. “I do not wish to break you on the first day I am free of my prison.”
You glanced up at the alien god. “You never did say why you were imprisoned in the first place.”
“Maybe if you’re good and you bounce on me in a satisfying way, I will tell you my mythos,” Changbin smirked.
You scoffed and then whined as Changbin wrapped his hands around your waist and raised you above his stiff cock. Slowly, but surely, your body adjusted and adapted, taking in the large cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as pleasure wracked through your body as you took the alien cock inside of you. You couldn't even get halfway down and yet you were panting and whining.
“You’re taking me so well, human,” Changbin purred. “Are you ready to move?”
You nodded rapidly. If it felt that good with Changbin just entering you, surely anything else would send you above and beyond any pleasurable heights you have ever experienced.
Changbin slowly lifted your body up until his cockhead was barely still inside of you and then let gravity pull you down him again, hands hovering over your hips in case he had to help you. You let out a choked groan as the slow rhythm was everything.
“Changbin, Changbin, please,” You whimpered.
“Shhh, I’m here human, you’re doing fine,” Changbin reassured you.
Each time one of his nubs ran along your g-spot, you shuddered delicately. Your hips began to move with impatience. “I need more!”
“Greedy little human, aren’t you?” Changbin chuckled.
The god of fertility increased the pace and that’s when you became fully cock drunk. Your hands braced against Changbin’s chest, nails curling into his dusky skin in an attempt to ground yourself but there was no helping your mind being consumed by need and pleasure.
You swallowed in an attempt to bring moisture back to your mouth. “I’m--I’m gonna come, oh my god, I’m going to come so fucking hard--what the fuck?!”
You screamed as your climax overtook you. You felt every inch of the pleasure that was Changbin’s cock and it almost made you blackout. “Oh--my--god.”
As your pussywalls clamped down on Changbin, everything changed.
In a second, you went from riding Changbin from above to his form completely encompassing yours. His hips drove against your body as he searched out his high. His eyes closed in his desperation to seek his pleasure. With one hand curved over your hip, holding your body close and the other on your thigh keeping you spread for him, Changbin fucked you into the airlock’s floor.
Wordlessly, he grunted, spilling inside of you. You saw stars a second time through his orgasm, becoming a puddle on the floor as he rode his high.
“Chang…bin…” You rasped.
Changbin caressed the side of your face. “You did wonderfully, human. Truly.”
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a week,” You groaned.
There was a loud screech of metal and then suddenly the airlock doors opened. Changbin was pulling out of you, sweeping you into one of his arms and stood up as if he was preparing for a battle.
“How dare you turn off your comms, turn off the cameras, and enter an airlock with a foreign species,” Bang Chan scolded you as he strode into the room. “I will tan your hide once I get a hold of you.”
Changbin let out a predatory and possessive growl that echoed throughout the airlock. Bang Chan’s mouth dropped and his eyes widened at the naked alien that towered with you cradled to his chest.
You pressed your lips inward so as not to laugh. That was not going to help your situation. “Hey Cap,” You waved weakly.
“Associate Scientist, you--” Bang Chan licked his lips in apprehension. “You have some explaining to do.”
Changbin looked down at you curiously. “Is this man your mate?”
You shook your head. “No but he is the one in charge of this ship.”
“Tell him that he’s tiny for a leader,” Changbin murmured.
This time you were unable to hold back your laughter. “Chan, meet Changbin, the god of war and fertility.”
Bang Chan still looked unimpressed. “Can we have this discussion with clothes on?”
And perhaps the water ban could be lifted and you could wash the alien cum that was currently leaking out of you. That would be nice.
ღWarnings: guns, shooting, blood, wounds from gunshot, mentions of hunting, animal pets, drinking blood
ღWord Count: 715
ღSummary: Are you the hunter or the hunted?
ღAuthor's Note: Apparently this cocktail that usually made with grain spirits, maple syrup, and red wine has unconfirmed origins that the wine used to be blood!
ღMy Tipsy Drabbles mini Masterlist
ღdivider by @cursed-carmine
Jongho’s booted feet crunched through the snow as he held his musket high. He was determined to hunt a few caribou and bring back their pelts. They were all the rage back in Horizon.
You watched the hunter as he ‘silently’ crept through the old snow. He had already scared all the game. His purpose was pointless. You’d love to point it out but unfortunately your job was to ensure that the foreign hunter did not cross the lines of your territory and discover your home.
You admired his baffoonery. He thought he was being so sneaky and in reality, no animal would remain in the area with him crashing through the brush. So his quest was pointless. But, the longer he believed he would be successful, the more likely he would find your home. So you had to think of a way to dissuade him.
You cupped your hands over your mouth and grunted. Jongho’s head turned sharply in your direction. You purposely ran opposite of the direction of your home and the hunter followed. Success.
What you underestimated was the length of his stride. And the range of his gun. You heard the crack of thunder before a tree practically exploded to your right. You changed direction immediately but your animal hide was too convincing. The hunter must truly have thought, through the dark of night, that you were the animal he was hunting.
Still, you led him on a merry chase, far enough to satisfy that he would not ramble back in the direction of your home. And that was when you fell hard into the snow, a gun shot to your leg hindering you immediately.
“Finally, you sonofa--” Jongho stopped short when he realized he had not shot an animal. “What in the hell?”
You rolled your eyes and quickly ripped a strip of your sleeve in order to staunch the flow of blood from your calf. “Surprise,” You said tonelessly.
“You’re not--” Your elongated ears was the first clue that you were human like him.
“--human?” You supplied for his tongue tied in knots. “Haven’t you listened to the tales of your people?”
Jongho snorted. “No. Those are tales.”
You shrugged as you tied the strip tight, wincing slightly at the pain. “Then you are the fool not heeding the warnings.”
“Fool?”
The hunter seemed annoyed at your fact.
You cocked your head and attempted to stand up. “Tales help children learn important lessons. Or are humans that ignorant in that regard as well?”
Jongho seemed to get angrier by the second. “What else am I ignorant about?”
“Well, for one--”
Your leg gave out and your body collapsed. Unfortunately for you, it was in the direction that Jongho was standing in. His instincts had him reaching out and bracing you against his body.
“--your hunting. You would have never caught anything. You scared everything away within the first loud grunt that the air was too cold.”
Jongho shrugged. “It’s too damn cold for a human.”
“In that, we agreed.” You attempted to push yourself away from the hunter but his hands held strongly to your upper arms.
“If I’m so bad at hunting, how did I catch you?” Jongho posed next.
It was your turn to shrug. “Your guns allow you talents you do not possess.”
Jongho rolled his eyes. “Or you’re arrogant.”
“I’m arrogant?” You demanded. “I did not travel to a foreign land to steal the lives of animals just for their hides.”
You finally broke out of Jongho’s grasp, and pulled the flask at your hip and took a swig of it. The sweetness of the tree blood, the bitterness of fermented grain, and the metallic sweetness of the caribou blood rushed over your tastebuds.
Jongho watched in confusion as you no longer limbed or showed any weakness from the shot you took to the leg.
“What are you?” He whispered.
You grinned, the red of the blood clinging to your teeth. “A tale. Nothing more.”
And with your final words, you dashed into the woods, aware that with your animal hide clothing and super speed of your race, Jongho would never be able to follow you.
Although, if truth be told, he was an interesting human.
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚 For @lapydiaries January Blooming Garland, theme chosen: passion
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Pairing: Devil! Kim Sunoo x Angel! Reader (f)
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Genre: smut
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Au: supernatural, angel, devil
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Trope: enemies to lovers
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Rating: 18+, MDNI
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Word Count: 498
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Warnings: vague religion references, corruption kink, nipple play, fingering (f)
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚Summary: one moment spent paused to help a devil in need turns into your wings muddied and your purity stripped.
✿˖˚ ༘𐙚divider by @saradika-graphics
One minute you were innocently helping the devil from the sludge puddle he seemed to have fallen into, and in the next, you were being yanked downwards into the mud.
The devil himself racked his eyes over your form. The mud clinging to the golden feathers of your angel wings. “You are simply fascinating.”
Your eyebrows furrowed inwards in confusion. “But I was trying to help you.”
Sunoo nodded with a mocking look on his face. “As is your nature. And mine is to corrupt.”
A thumb played along your ribs, just below your breast and your breath caught in your throat. “What are you doing?”
Sunoo smiled, the darkness in him practically radiating off you. “Corrupting you.”
Your robe fell off of one shoulder and Sunoo’s tongue and lips wrapped around your nipple. Your back bowed at the feel of his hot mouth on your skin.
“We can’t--” You protested despite your fingers now digging deep into his shoulders.
Sunoo hummed in agreement. “We shouldn’t,” he corrected you. “But that’s never stopped me before.”
Then his dainty fangs dug into the nub of your nipple, causing you to groan louder. Sunoo grinded his hips against your thigh rather unsubtly.
“It’s dirty,” You whined but you didn’t know if you were referencing what Sunoo was doing to you or the mud that was surely lining your back.
Sunoo’s fingers found your wet folds after pulling up your robes and smirked. “You’re loving every moment of it, angel.”
You sang to his tune as his teeth and tongue teased your nipples and his fingers stroked the inside of you. “It feels so good,” You moaned.
“Feels good to sin, doesn’t it?” Sunoo cooed. “Do you want me to make you come undone with just my fingers alone?”
You nodded and the devil rolled his eyes sassily. “So demanding. And selfish. I”ll have to punish you later. But for now, corrupting you is all I desire.”
Sunoo’s gaze was solidly on your face as his fingers coaxed you into a climax that had your body convulsing in the mud and your throat hoarse from your cries.
Panting, you blinked wearily up at Sunoo, who looked like he just got exactly what he wanted. And when he brought his fingers covered in your climax and slipped them between your lips, he looked even more evil and even more happier.
“With passion, pray,” Sunoo said in a low voice.
“Passion has debased me,” You rasped, once Sunoo removed his dirty fingers.
“Passion has given you heights you’d never achieve otherwise,” Sunoo argued. “Feed from my passion and you’ll never be hungry.”
Inside of you, something stirred. Your orgasm stoked a fire that had been dead and cold. You needed more. You wanted more.
“Show me,” You demanded, fist clutching the barbed wire around his neck.
“With pleasure,” Sunoo agreed, dipping his head to capture your lips in a heated kiss.
Passion overtook you once again, only this time, you weren’t protesting.
HELLO I HAVE COME BACK FROM THE DEAD AND THIS IS THE FIRST THING I READ HOLY FUCKING SHIT BALLS.
Sunoo... Sunoo I bed, I mean I beg you stop being so hot. I physically can not take it anymore. Topaz please smack me because what the HELLY BELLY FUCK
🤍Summary: Jungwon wakes up the priestess on a most urgent quest. but mostly would like to just enjoy being sheathed in her warmth
🤍Priest's Tool belongs to the Instrument of the Gods blurb's world
🤍Pairing: Priest! Yang Jungwon x Prophetess! Reader (f)
🤍Genre: smut/pwp
🤍Au: historical, fantasy, 300 (the movie) inspired, greek myth/ history
🤍Rated: 18+, MDNI
🤍Word Count: 595
🤍Warnings: outer job, unprotected sex, pillow princess! reader
🤍A/N: to the anon that was wondering if there could be more 💞 i hope you like it
🤍Beta's: @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii
🤍Divider by @cafekitsune
You’re awoken from your slumber with a gentle touch and a kind smile.
“Hey.” A dimpled smile meets your eyes as you blink blearily.
“Jungwon?” You mumble sleepily.
“I’m sorry to wake you but your services are required,” Jungwon says in a quiet voice.
You nod and attempt to gather yourself, pushing up from the nest that you had fallen asleep in. “Of course.”
“The king wants to do a late night raid,” Jungwon explains, hands moving to your hips and maneuvering you until you are on your stomach. “He needs to know if the risk is worth it.” Next, those hands on your hips pull upwards, leaving your face buried in the pillows but your buttocks in the air.
You whine, feeling the stirrings of lust in your stomach. It was always whiplash that Jungwon is one of the kinder priests but his proclivities prove his desires are baser.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jungwon murmurs as he lifts your diaphanous robes and rubs his length along your folds. “I’ll do all the work.”
The friction of Jungwon sliding against your wet folds made you mewl, for the incense burning in the temple always keeps you primed and ready. His cockhead flirts with your clit and you moan into your pillows, pushing your ass back and looking for more.
“Let me enjoy this, sweetheart,” Jungwon says with heavy lidded eyes. “There’s no need to rush.”
“The king might think otherwise,” You huff in amusement.
“But your cunt slides so wonderfully along my cock,” Jungwon protests.
You arch your back, searching to adjust the angle so the next slide Jungwon will penetrate you but he chuckles and adjusts so he continues to slide tortuously along your wetness still.
“Jungwon,” You beg in a husky tone.
“Jungwon!” Another priest calls from the entrance to the temple. “There is no time! Hurry!”
“Of course my first time with you in a while has to be hurried,” Jungwon grumbles under his breath.
Before you know it, Jungwon is slamming into you, the sound of wet squelching and skin slaps fill the air. Your fists curl into the pillows below, eyes rolling into the back of your head, as Jungwon fucks you fiercely from behind. His pace is devastating but as he rocks into you, you feel your climax soon approaching.
“Are you gonna come all over my cock, sweetheart?” Jungwon says in a sweet voice that contrasts with his dirty words. “Let me feel you fall apart, hmmm?”
You cry out hoarsely, a kaleidoscope of colors painting the back of your eyelids and the euphoria blankets your nerves. When you come down from your ascension of pleasure, you can hear Jungwon repeating a series of words under his breath but punctuated by the slap of his thrusts as he searches for his own climax inside of you.
Jungwon throws his head back and you can feel his seed fill you. He gasps as he rides out his glorious climax, for he will have to wait for six more prophecies to come before he will have another turn.
When he pulls out, he spreads your cheeks and watches with delight as his seed seeps out of your slit, milky and gooey. “You did wonderfully, sweetheart.”
“Enough with the endearments, let’s go!” You finally realize that it’s Jay who is beckoning Jungwon in a rush.
“It doesn’t matter anyways, he’s just gonna cancel it,” Jungwon calls out to Jay, jogging towards the entrance to the temple.
Jay hushes the younger priest, who simply laughs it off.
💜Summary: when your thunder of dragon shifters go to the club for some fun, the poor Fae prince never sees what you have in store for your amusement...
💜Author's Note: Beomgyu glitter cum for @anyamaris because she's amazing, she says it's my fault i made her think of this and so naturally, it's my responsibility to live up to my reputation as alternative cum queen 😆
💜Beta's: anyamaris
💜Divider by @cafekitsune
“You wanna get out of here?”
The hot Fae you had been toying with all night in his VIP room that he had bragged about endlessly while you had danced with him in the club was getting restless.
You eyed up one of your friends, who had one of those evil grins on her face. Oh, she wanted to play bad games tonight.
You tap your long sharpened dark purple nail against your lips. “hmmm, no I don’t think so.”
Beomgyu threw back his head and groaned. Most likely a spoiled fae noble who was used to getting what he wanted.
Your forked tongue came out and ran along the top of your upper lip. Beomgyu followed it like he was hypnotized. “Show me it’s worth my time.”
Beomgyu’s eyebrows furrowed inwards. God, you hoped he never figured anything out. “How?”
You rose from the bench that you had been siting with Beomgyu on and moved over to your friends to have a whispered conversation.
“What should we make this one do?” You wondered.
“That one looks like he likes cock stepping,” Ember said.
Frost delicately covered her mouth and yawned. “God, I hope not. The last one that liked that was boring.”
“Just make him whip it out and masturbate for us. If he puts on a good enough show, we can vote if it’s worth fucking him or not,” Zephyr concluded.
“Oh, I like that one,” You grinned.
You clapped your hands with finality. “Rub one out and show my friends that you’re worth the fuck.”
“Huh?” Beomgyu’s face was still screwed up in confusion. “Are you serious?”
“Deadly,” Ember insisted. A puff of smoke escaped her lips with a silent snarl.
“God, I should have listened to Soobin when he said the dragon girls are scary,” Beomgyu muttered under his breath.
“Are you game or not?” Frost stomped her platform heels and ice skated across the floor.
“C’mon girls. I think one of his friends was a bit more confident. Maybe he’ll be more fun,” You bluffed, turning around towards the door.
“No, no, I’ll do it!” Beomgyu insisted as soon as your hand fell on the handle.
“Brilliant.” Zephyr locked the door with a flick of her hand.
Beomgyu swallowed quite loudly once all four of your gazes were on him. Still, his hands went to his jeans and began to unbutton the top and pull down the zipper.
A white underwear band peeked out as Beomgyu eased jeans down to give him some room to work with. His boxer briefs were a simple black. Frost tsked at the normal color but Zephyr shushed her.
You found a chair, sat in it and leaned over with your elbow into your leg, head in your hand. You wanted to have a front row seat in for the main event. Your eyes focused on Beomgyu’s fingers skimming his cock through his underwear and he shivered at the touch.
“A pot of jewels from my horde that he comes in less than five minutes,” Ember betted.
“I’ll take that bet, and raise you my box of gold bars,” Zephyr shook Ember’s offered hand.
“You guys are so lame,” Frost rolled her eyes. “At least bet something fun. Weren’t you all drooling over my ballerina heels? I bet them and the new Balenciaga City bag.”
“Make it ten minutes. He’s an edger, I’m sure,” You replied. “And I’ll throw in my Aston Martin Valkyrie.”
“Damn, someone is feeling confident tonight,” Ember shook your hand and then all bets were off.
Beomgyu worked on himself through his underwear. Your slitted eyes narrowed down as he played with the head of his cock. Definitely a fae noble born pre-circumcision. Or new age Fae parents. The younger he was, the more likely he was kinkier than your older type Fae. That was the problem with the long-lived races, you really never knew if you were getting a 20 year old or a 2,000 year old.
“Come on, pretty,” Zephyr coaxed. “Stop teasing us and show us what you’re working with.”
Beomgyu’s Adam’s apple worked up and down his columned throat. He finally pulled himself through the slit of his underwear and the four of you let out a collective sigh. He was one of those rare types that was slim but long. The perfect type to hit the end of you but not make you work for the stretch of girth.
“Shit, I’m going to lose my jewels, aren’t I?” Ember cursed.
Frost licked her lips. “Does he look like he’d be heavy on the tongue?”
“Down girl,” You grinned. “He’s mine.”
Beomgyu’s fist tightened around his length and he began to fist it. Your eyes bounced as you followed the movement. The head of his cock played peekaboo with the top of his fist. Beomgyu let out a moan, twisting his wrist so that his palm would drag over the sensitive head of his cock every time he stroked down and pulled his foreskin with it.
You didn’t hear Zephyr as she wobbled over to you, but you did smell like she just took a big gulp of wine. Your friends wrapped her arms around you and dragged her thumb over your lower lip. “She gives good head, you know. Look at those lips. They’re promising you a climax.”
Beomgyu choked on a groan. His hands started to move faster. Fucking air dragons were always impatient.
“If they win the bet, Gyu, you aren’t going to get any head. Or cunt for that matter,” You growled.
Beomgyu whined in the back of his throat. HIs head tipped back and he closed his eyes. His pace slowed down until he was back to barely playing with his cock head.
You sat back in your chair and held your hand out for the metal chalice that held your drink of choice. It zoomed to your waiting palm and you sipped down on the straw. “Good boy.”
Beomgyu’s eyes snapped open, zeroing in the fact that you were now sucking on a straw. “Fuck,” He swore.
Beomgyu alternated between jerking off rather roughly, using his calloused hands to whip himself into a frenzy only to slow down before he came, holding the base of his cock and breathing heavily. He sure did paint a pretty picture with his broad shoulders heaving.
Zephyr got bored and started to swipe through Binge, looking for a potential partner or two for tonight as well. Ember took a shot of Fireball, and then a second shot, and soon a third, figuring she had lost the bet and might as well get drunk. Frost danced to her own tune, swaying her hips and waving her hands over her head.
“It’s just you and me now, Gyu,” You cooed. “You wanna come for me?”
“I…has it been ten minutes? I really wanna fuck you,” Beomgyu whispered loudly.
You nodded and hummed sweetly. “Of course.”
“Okay.”
Beomgyu bit down on his lower lip and worked harder, his hands almost moving at super speed. A loud groan grew in his chest, building as his climax did as well.
And when he finally came, it had been worth the effort. An explosion of glitter jetted out of his cock. It hit his face, his chest, and spurted all over his hands as he worked himself through the pleasure. It was in his hair and on his tank top and his jeans. Even a pretty pool of it surrounded the base of his cock.
Frost wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Too messy for me.”
“I'm off, I've got a slap and tickle to get to. I'll pay a gremlin to bring over my bars of gold. Bye!” And like the wind, Zephyr was gone.
Ember blinked wearily as Frost wrapped a supportive arm around her waist. “Upsy daisy, little miss smoky. Let's get you home before you start crying about your pot of jewels.”
“They're much prettier than that Fae boy’s cum,” Ember slurred.
Frost made supportive noises and sent a wink your way before your thunder was gone.
“Was… fuck--” Beomgyu wiped some glitter from his eyes, spreading it over his cheekbone. “Was that good enough.”
You stood up and walked over to Beomgyu’s lax form. “All you had to say is that you came glitter and I would have let you fuck me, dude,” You giggled.
A slow, satisfied smile tugged at Beomgyu’s lips. “C'mere then. Let me make your cunt sparkly.”
🔧Pairing: Customer! Mingi x Mechanic! Reader (f)
🔧Genre: smut, pwp
🔧Trope: sex for services
🔧Au: non-idol, mechanic
🔧Rated: 18+, MDNI
🔧Warnings: oral (f), protected sex, dacryphilia, service top! Mingi, assuring bottom! reader
🔧Word Count: 1,620
🔧Summary: Mingi needs his car fixed but the towing alone blew all his money. When he offers up sex in payment for his car being fixed, you can't say no to his big eyes
🔧Beta: @downtoamagicalland
Mingi’s powder blue convertible was the love of his life. So when a fuse blew and he had to pay for it to be towed to the nearest garage, he was nearly devastated. He bemoaned outside your bay door the entire time you were working on it.
“Why does towing cost so much anyways? Obviously my car isn’t working so I can’t drive it to the garage,” Mingi pouts.
“Someone’s wage needs to be paid for the service and the gas,” You reply, nonplussed. Mingi wasn’t even on the level you were used to with some customers.
You slam the hood down, causing your customer to jump a foot in the air. “All done.”
Mingi made a face. “Do you take payments in installments?"
You lean back on the hood of Mingi’s car. “Nope.” You let the p pop.
Mingi begins to scratch the back of his head. “Listen.”
You raise an eyebrow at Mingi’s anxiousness. “I’m listening.”
“Paying the towing alone blew any money I had.” Mingi blows some air out of his mouth, causing his fringe to ruffle.
You chew silently on your gum, studying Mingi. He’s got on some pretty nice shoes, light wash jeans and a white button up. He doesn’t look like he’s low on money. You blow a bubble with your gum.
“Is there any other way I can repay you?” Mingi broaches the subject.
His eyes are big and vulnerable. That look probably worked with a lot of people. But you had a business to run and parts weren’t cheap. Neither was your labour.
“You could work off your debt,” You suggest.
Mingi winces. “I’m not sure I’d be much help in a garage. I don’t know the difference between a fender or a wrench.”
“Look, Mister Song--”
“Mingi.” Your customer corrects you.
“Mingi, I can’t do this for free. The fuse alone isn’t that much but you paid for my services instead of doing this yourself,” You insist.
Mingi ambles over to you on top of the hood of his car. He places both of his hands palm down and leans into you. “There’s other services I could render.” He cheekily traps his tongue between his teeth.
“You must be awfully full of yourself if you think sex with you is worth the cost of fixing your car,” You deadpan.
Mingi smiles, a grin really, full of teeth and making his eyes disappear. “No complaints so far.”
You let out some air, causing your hair to ruffle. “This is absolutely ridiculous.”
“Does that mean you’re considering it?” Mingi looks delighted.
You purse your lips to the side in disappointment. “I should just take you to small claims court.”
“I promise, this will be much more enjoyable,” Mingi says with a glimmer in his eyes.
Mingi used his height to his advantage and closed the garage door firmly. He then pushed you down back against the hood of his car, after stripping you of your one piece, and promptly ate you out like you were an open buffet. Your hands dug into his soft hair, urging him closer, as your climax approached. You let out a mewl as Mingi denies you your orgasm, and moves away.
Mingi sits on his haunches in front of the car and uses the back of his hand to wipe away any errant moisture from his face. His tongue is still tracing his lips when he speaks. “So, I have something to confess.”
Your arm is thrown over your face, attempting to not beg for more. “If it’s that you’re rich and you actually have money to pay me, I no longer care.”
Mingi laughs and stands up. His ringed hands play along the skin from your knee up your thigh. “I kinda sorta maybe sabotaged my car so that this could happen.”
You lift your arm to send an incredulous look at Mingi. “What?”
Mingi looks up at the ceiling, face guilty. “I live around here. And it’s been a hot summer. Seeing you with your coveralls half down, in a dirty tank top, just flat does it for me.”
You sit up, knocking Mingi’s hands off you, and cross your legs, a little self conscious now that you’re ass naked on the hood of his car. “So you made one of your fuses blow so that you could bring your car to my garage? Why not ask me out like a normal person?”
Mingi winces. “Well, I’ve kinda had this fantasy with you…”
“That you eat me out on the hood of your car?” You demand in disbelief.
Mingi smiles but it fades when he realizes you’re not joking. “No, paying you for your services with sex.”
You throw your hands up. “You’ve seen way too many pornos, Mingi.”
Mingi’s giving you his big innocent eyes again. “So… now that I’ve told you the truth..?”
“Well now you’ve got to fuck me!” You shout. “I’m all worked up now!”
“I brought a condom.” Mingi pulls out a square, foil package.
Your eyelashes flutter as your eyes roll. “Wow, you really had zero doubt that this wouldn’t work, huh?”
Mingi gently untangles your legs and spreads them. “I promise, I’ll be good to you.”
“You better,” You say nonplussed.
You watch in half curiosity, half anger as Mingi unbuckles his jeans and pushes them and his underwear far enough to release his dick. Your eyes widen a fraction when you see what he’s packing. Mingi’s too preoccupied with putting the condom on, otherwise, he’d be quite happy from your reaction.
His eyes go to your face and back to the head of his cock as one hand presses your thigh down to the hood of his car and the other guides his cock to your entrance. “It’s okay, right?”
“Mingi, for the love of cars, just fuck me already!” You yell in frustration.
Mingi bites down on his lower lip as he pushes into you. You're wet enough that everything is good but that still doesn’t prepare you for how much Mingi has to fight to get inside of you. Nor does anything prepare you for the look on Mingi’s face. He may be the one on top of you but his eyebrows furrow like he’s desperate for something.
“Mingi… are you okay?” You can’t help but ask.
“Yeah, I--” Mingi blows out a shaky breath, a smile flirting on his lips. “It’s just really good.”
“You sure, cuz you look like you’re gonna--” You suck in a gasp as an errant tear rolls down Mingi’s face.
Mingi dashes it away as soon as he feels it rolling down the apple of his cheeks. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
“You’re beautiful,” You murmur. “Don't apologize.”
“Yeah,” Mingi smiles bashfully.
“You can start moving now,” You remind him.
Mingi stares down where his dick is inside of you and watches as it moves in and out of your cunt. Your head rolls back at the sensation.
“Hey hey.” Mingi calls you back to earth. “Just focus on me.”
“Fuck,” You can’t help but whine. “You weren’t joking.”
Mingi nudges his hips against your ass a little harder and that whine turns into a full fledged moan. Which only encourages Mingi to snap his hips forward again and again. Your ass starts to move up the hood of the power blue convertible to the point where Mingi has to wrap his arms behind your back and hold you against him.
“Shit,” Mingi groans. “You’re coming soon right? You’re squeezing me so damn tight, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”
“You--” Your breath gets blown out of your lungs as Mingi thrusts into you. “You keep going like that and I will.”
A crescendo of “ah’s” fall from your lips as Mingi fucks you good. The angle he’s digging into is so fucking good that you have to fight from closing your eyes again. Mingi’s mouth is a hairsbreadth away from your lips, breath ghosting your lips. This should be just a simple lustful fuck but between the tears and the proximity, it was starting to feel much more intimate.
“Fall apart for me on my car.” Mingi whispers.
You shout as your climax roars through you. A plethora of ‘fucks’ are gasped as Mingi’s fucks you through your high. His thrusts also send him on his way, along with a loud moan that echoes into the rafters of your garage.
And in between the both of you receiving your release, Mingi manages to capture your lips with his. It’s sensual and gentle, a simple melding of lips, but you eagerly press your lips back to his, your climax having you greedy for anything more.
Mingi chuckles into the kiss and then separates from you. “That definitely lived up to the fantasy.”
You lock your legs behind Mingi’s slim waist and he looks at you in confusion. “I’m afraid that’s not going to cover your bill, Mister Song.”
You watch as the gears in Mingi’s head spin until finally he realizes exactly what you’re up to. You’re not too sure why you suddenly want to play into Mingi’s little fantasy, but, if it equals getting dicked down by him a second time, the end justifies the means.
“I don’t think I have another condom,” Mingi worries.
You shrug your shoulders. “I’m on birth control. Besides, wouldn’t it be fun to see your cum drip down my--” Mingi smashes his lips against yours eagerly, cutting off your dirty talk. “--Onto your car--mmfff!”
Mingi’s kisses are hungry now but you tap his stomach to remind him he better take off his condom and fuck you properly.
🔪Pairing: Vampire! Heeseung x Vampire! Jake x Vampire! Jay x Vampire! Sunghoon x Human! Reader (Sweetheart) (f)
🔪Genre: smut, horror
🔪Au: vampire, dystopian
🔪Trope: captive/captor
🔪Rating: 18+, MDNI
🔪Word Count: 8,328
🔪Warnings: ⚠the warning is in the title folks, dark content ahead⚠, spitting, knocking someone out cold, holding breath under water, vampire powers (fast speed, super hearing, super smell, hypnosis), blood sucking, biting, details of areas where killings have taken place, verbal taunting, cutting by knife, descriptions of freeze dry food, details of bodily mutilation, serial killer tendencies, fainting due to blood loss, adrenaline shot, blood infusion, descriptions of stabbing, descriptions of wrists being cut, physical fighting
🔪Kinks: predator/prey kink, fear kink, licking, oral (f), knife kink (used to cut reader shallowly in order to drink her blood), orgasm denial, dubcon (hypnosis used to coerce sex)
🔪Summary: when four vampires decide to pick up a human for some steady blood, they certainly get what they paid for. However, you have no idea what's in store for you. If only you knew...
🔪Author's Note: all inspo comes from these different sets of concept photos that had my mind racing. i truly have no clue where I'm going with this and if there will be more but i had so much fun writing for these characters. no regrets
🔪Beta: @downtoamagicalland
🔪divider by @cafekitsune
In a vast theatre, where the remnants of velvet curtains still cling to the wings of the stage, a young man is pulled onto the stage. He struggles weakly against his bonds. The vampires in the theatre seats cheer, hoot and cat call. The vampires that had dragged the human on stage, laugh mockingly. It’s a fair for food, and that human isn’t going anywhere.
The announcer smiles broadly to his audience. “As you can see here, we have prime real estate with this one.”
A thug vampire pulls forwards the young man’s bound hands until his inner arms are on display. Two screens on opposite sides of the stage, where there used to be opera seats for the upper class have been repurposed for close ups of the selling product. On his inner arms, visible veins can be seen. The crowd goes wild for the view.
The announcer draws a finger down the line of the young man’s arms. “He was practically made for vampire fodder.”
The thug next pulls back the strong neck of the vulnerable young man, who whimpers at the angle his head is yanked to. A camera zooms in on the pulse of the human’s artery and some of the crowd rushes the stage. More thugs stand in front of the stage to hold back the throng.
“Now now,” The announcer walks forward. “Be good children and go back to your seats. We will start our bidding as soon as you all behave.”
Jay crosses one foot of the other, rattling the seat ahead of him in the balcony. “This is stupid.”
“We don’t have any jobs,” Jake reasons. “You know how Heeseung gets when he’s bored.”
Heeseung sits so forward on his seat, eyes glued to the screen where they keep flashing the veins of the human there. Sunghoon sighs and puts a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder. “We don’t have enough money for him.”
Jay snorts. “Yeah, and who’s fault is that?”
Heeseung turns his head slowly, an eerie grin pulling at his lips. “Worth it.”
“Listen, we should go to where the dredges are being sold,” Jake announces.
Sunghoon sends a look of regret towards the stage before standing up. He kicks Jay’s rude feet off the seat in front of him. “Let's go.”
They fall in line with each other, Jake shooting forward to walk beside Sunghoon as Heeseung and Jay fall behind them. Bad combination.
“Seriously,” Jay starts back up again, aiming his poison towards Heeseung. “Do you have to be such a psychopath? If you had just held back a little bit, we would be drowning in money. But nooooooo, you just had to go straight for the jugular and hold your mouth over the spray like a dog with a fire hydrant.”
“Drop it, Jay,” Sunghoon says over his shoulder.
Heeseung simply shrugs, pulling his knife. “How could I resist?”
Jay’s lips pull into a sneer. “Easy. Think about the many others we could have bought and tortured and enjoyed.”
Heeseung’s shoulders droop in disappointment. Then he licks his knife. Jay makes a look of disgust as a line of blood shows, black along Heeseung’s tongue. “Why’d we get stuck with the true psychopath?”
Jake flashes a giddy smile, laughing at his companions. “Just lucky I guess.”
The lobby of the old theatre features body hawkers, selling humans for a low price. These humans aren’t as tantalizing as the prime piece that had been on stage but they still pumped blood, and thus, are appealing.
Sunghoon’s eye trails over the offerings. “What are we looking for today?”
“I think…” Jake puts a finger to his lips in thought.
“Someone who will put up more of a fight than the last one,” Jay mutters under his breath.
“Heard that,” Sunghoon frowns at Jay, who is clearly in one of his moods.
Heeseung’s eyes zero in on a human across the room. All the others have given up, huddling on themselves, either hoping they don’t get sold on this day, or their eyes stare lifelessly at nothing. But this one stares defiantly. Her chin is stubbornly held at an angle, as if to dare anyone to buy her. She looked like she would fight tooth and nail.
Heeseung points at her. “That one.”
“Oh?” Jake curiously follows Heeseung’s finger.
“Seriously?” Jay questions immediately. “You want to take the choice of the one that will just bleed her dry immediately?”
Sunghoon cocks his head. He can see where Heeseung might be tempted. Breaking the humans of their will is a great pastime. So the even-keeled vampire meanders towards the body hawker clearly in charge of this female that’s pulled at Heeseung, and now Sunghoon.
“How much for that one?” Sunghoon inquires.
The body hawker looks derisively at the female who chooses the same moment to spit on Heeseung. “I haven’t broken her in yet, I shouldn’t have brought her to market.”
Heeseung thumbs the spit on his cheek and then brings it to his mouth, sucking down on it. The female tsks loudly. Heeseung begins to giggle.
Jake leans on the body hawker companionably. “You should give us a good deal then. We’ll take her off your hands, since she’s such a problem.”
The body hawker eyes up Jake uncertainly. “You won’t complain to the association that I sold you bad goods?”
“Course not,” Jake pats the body hawker in reassurance. “Now, what kind of coin are we talking about?”
Jay shakes his finger in front of Heeseung’s face. “I don’t care how much we pay for her, you don’t kill her before the month’s up, at least.”
“Jay,” Sunghoon warns the other vampire. “You know he’ll only put up with so much of your shit.”
Heeseung crouches in front of the female. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I, I can tell.”
“I’d rather run into traffic,” the female snarls.
Heeseung casts his head back and laughs whole heartedly. Sunghoon is on guard. The more jovial Heeseung acts, the more off the deep end he actually is.
Jay moves his hand to grip her chin roughly in his hands, turning her head from side to side. “She’s small. Starved. Not much of a meal.”
Jake makes a face of agreement towards the body hawker. “He’s got a point.”
The body hawker grumbles. He comes to a price with Jake, handing over blood enhancement products to make the human healthier quickly. “That’s my final price. Take it or go.”
“Done,” Jake slaps his hand, with the coin, against the palm of the body hawker and shakes it eagerly. “Happy to do business with you.”
Sunghoon grabs the rope that binds the female and pulls her upwards effortlessly. “Come on now.”
She pulls back immediately. Fear flashes through her eyes but she doesn’t dare show it on her face. “No.”
Jay sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “She’s going to be like chewing tough meat.”
Heeseung is smiling like he’s a kid just given the go ahead to buy the candy he’s been whining for. “Chewing isn’t bad.”
Sunghoon throws the female over his shoulder with a grunt. “Whatever. Let’s just get out of here.”
Heeseung follows closely at Sunghoon’s heels, head turning any way that lets him make contact with the female. “What’s your name?”
“Fuck you,” She curses, squirming in Sunghoon’s hold.
Jake strolls beside Heeseung with his hands in his pockets. “What do you wanna name her, Heeseung? You found her. You get dibs.”
Jay rolls his eyes. “Yes, let the psychopath name the blood bag.”
Heeseung announces with a deep breath. “Sweetheart.”
Jake throws his head back in belly laughter. “Oh, that’s brilliant.”
Jay shakes his head. “What did I ever do to get stuck with all of you?!”
“Alright, Sweetheart,” Sunghoon says. “It’s light’s out for you.”
“Excuse me?!” Sweetheart says with barely withheld fury.
“Night night,” Heeseung whispers before Jake knocks her out.
“You really worried about her making a run for it, like Heeseung isn’t going to kill her quickly?” Jay says in disbelief.
“No one knows how to get to our lair, them’s the rules,” Jake says with a know-it-all look.
Jay rolls his eyes. “Can’t believe you let the psychopath name our blood bag.”
Sunghoon hefts Sweetheart higher on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”
***
A light humming tugs at your senses. It slowly but surely pulls you out of your subconsciousness and into reality. Your eyes flutter open and then the humming stops.
“There you are,” the same, melodic voice washes over you.
You blink blearily and realize it’s the vampire that chose you to be purchased leaning over you. You purse your lips, unimpressed. “I’m surprised I even woke up.”
Heeseung sports a small, knowing smile. “Where’s the fun in biting you when you’re out cold?”
You bank the curl of fear that surrounds your heart. You know better than anyone not to show any weakness in front of a vampire; especially not one as crazy as this one. “Where am I?”
Heeseung stands up and throws his arms out. “This is our lair, Sweetheart. We should throw a welcome party in your honor.”
You cast a wary glance around the open room. There are shuttered windows and tall windows with long curtains. It’s an open concept, perhaps an old lodge from a forgotten time when humans once ruled the world. There are antlers EVERY where. The irony that human hunters used to live here where now vampire hunters now inhabit isn’t lost on you.
“Where are the others?” You can’t help but wonder.
Heeseung’s smile slowly falls from his face. “They’re out hunting.”
You nod like you understand but you don’t. You’ve never lived the life of a vampire.
“That leaves you and I together,” Heeseung alludes.
You feel every muscle in your body lock up in fear. You lick your lips. “Oh? How delightful.”
Heeseung flashes a toothy smile. “Isn’t it? Just you and me.”
“The body hawker considered me feral, you know,” You advise the vampire who is stalking towards you with sure steps.
“What a delicious quality,” Heeseung purrs.
“Wouldn’t you rather someone pliant? Someone who won’t resist?” You persist.
Heeseung crouches before you once again. “That's no fun.”
“Ah yes, because what’s an immortal life without a little fun,” You scoff.
“Exactly.” Heeseung licks his lips slowly.
You raise your chin stubbornly. “Well, if you’re going to torture me, might as well get it over with.”
Heeseung cocks his head curiously. “Torture? Do you want that?”
A bitter laugh barks from your throat. “Want? Of course not!”
Heeseung pouts for a moment. “Oh. Why bring it up then?”
“I heard the other one. Jay? Say you were a psychopath. Psychopaths usually want to carve up their victims.”
“But Sweetheart!” Heeseung protests, his eyes swirling with madness and something else. “You’re not my next victim.”
You freeze like a deer caught in headlights as Heeseung reaches out to smooth his hand over your jaw. “And what’s with the goddamn nickname?”
“You wouldn't tell me what your name was. Besides, you smell sweet.”
“Why did you buy me if not to torture me then?” You can’t help but persistently question the vampire in front of you.
“For your blood, of course,” Heeseung answers you in a matter-of-fact voice.
You let out a small noise of disgruntlement. “Obviously!”
“Then you won’t fight me?” Heeseung says with an air of disappointment.
“I will fight you with every bone in my body,” You promise.
“Good.” Heeseung grins and you see what Jay sees: a pure psychopath. “I’ll give you a head start. Don’t bother trying the doors. They’re all locked.”
You jolt upwards and make a beeline for the stairs. It’s of no use. Heeseung was true to his word, all the doors are locked. You run back down, the soft chuckling of Heeseung haunting you. You dash for the basement stairs instead and find much more than you initially realized.
The basement is its own little world. You speed past stark white rooms with blinds and soft lighting. The further you go in, the more clinical it is. But some rooms are… dirty. Messy. Covered in blood and who knows what else. Well, you know, but your brain can't let you identify it without screaming. And you very much need to stay quiet if you want to keep Heeseung from biting you.
The deeper you go, with more stairs aiding you, the more the atmosphere changes. You go from modern to something wild. Dirt and rocks and you can smell sulfur. What is this place? You find a pond. A shallow pond, but a body of water nonetheless. If you submerge yourself, will that hide your scent from Heeseung? It is worth a try.
You don’t hear Heeseung first, per say. More like you hear metal against rock. You don’t dare duck your head under water and hold your breath until Heeseung is very close. But that doesn’t stop your heart from beating a mile per minute at the sounds Heeseung is making.
You know that you are only drawing Heeseung closer to you but you can't help your reaction. Perhaps it is a better idea to submerge yourself and attempt to at least slow your heart.
You did so for as long as you could, the faint beating of your heart echoing in your eardrums. Your head slowly comes out of the water, still unable to spot Heeseung. But you can hear him.
“Will you struggle for me?” Heeseung wonders out loud, his voice echoing through the corridors. “Will you claw at me and shout? I long to feel your pulse against my tongue. Sweetheart.”
You can’t help but shudder at Heeseung’s words. He truly is a psychopath. Or did that just come with the territory when you were long lived and hunted others?
You dunk under the water again, hoping that Heeseung would circle back towards the upper levels. Your sluggish heartbeat should be undetectable. This wasn’t the first time you had attempted to hide from vampires before.
You come back up to find Heeseung in the room you are in. You fill your lungs full of air quietly. If even the smallest whimper flits past your lips, you’re done for.
“How interesting for you to come here,” Heeseung ponders out loud still. “Was this a part of your monkey brain hiding in the water? Unaware that the crocodiles lie in wait.”
What the hell was that supposed to mea--
“Peekaboo.”
Your scream bounces off all available walls. You wince and close your eyes. Everything is ruined now.
“Did you really think you’d win?” The voice behind you says with amusement. “Did you think you were the only human that’s played this game?”
You turn around slowly and find the vampire that bartered for you with the body hawker. He is drenched like you, a tiny, smug smirk tugging at his lips.
“Fuck you,” You say, albeit somewhat weakly.
“Don’t offer me a good time, Sweetheart.”
Heeseung growls behind you. The vampire in front of you raises his hands. “Okay, okay, Heeseung. You’ve got first dibs. I get it.”
You slowly move out of the pond, angling for the end that Heeseung isn't waiting on.
The vampire in the water with you stays where he is but begins to giggle. “Now now, Heeseung won. You aren't about to get away.”
“He said some fucked up shit,” You say as if that will explain anything.
“Is that true, Heeseung? Did you say some fucked up shit to scare her?” The vampire asks.
Both vampires laugh together and you feel your temper rise. Fear spikes along with it when you see Heeseung with a short blade.
“Come here, Sweetheart,” Heeseung says in a sing-song voice. “I told you we'd have some fun.”
You begin to back up. “You said you weren't going to torture me.”
Heeseung takes a step forward for every one of your steps backwards. “Oh, I won't be carving you up.”
You gulp loudly. “Then what's up with the knife, Jack?”
Heeseung cocks his head curiously and looks to the other vampire for help.
“Jack the Ripper. Known human serial killer. He killed whores with doctor-precision. She's mentally reaching for something familiar,” the other vampire supplies.
Heeseung flips his blade, catching it by the hilt. “You want to be my whore?”
You laugh mirthlessly. “Fuck my life.”
“Just a little bit of blood,” Heeseung murmurs, his eyes zeroing in on your neck. “Then we can have all the fun you want.”
You refuse to break eye contact as your back hits the cave wall. Heeseung advances on you, knife flicking between his fingers. You hear the whish of the knife before you feel the sting of the cut.
“There's a good girl,” Heeseung whispers as he leans into your neck, where your pain is radiating from.
The roughness of Heeseung’s tongue on your skin makes you wince. Once his saliva is introduced to your bloodstream, your blood thins out and you bleed steadily for him. Instead of sucking at your neck, Heeseung continues to lap at the cut on your neck, like you're a saucer of cream and he is a cat.
Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. You feel warmth curl in your lower stomach and you inwardly curse. What the fuck was going on here?
Heeseung’s hands glide over your hips to hold you steady but you knock them away. Heeseung laughs and then slams a hand near the wall by your head.
“Will let me drink from you but won't let me touch you. You play a strong game, Sweetheart.”
“It's not a game,” You snarl.
“It's always a game,” pipes in the other vampire.
“Jakey boy? It's time for you to leave,” Heeseung suggests sugar sweetly.
Jake hums in discontentment. “Already? I can't stay and watch some more?”
“You had your fill of me,” You say, legs itching to move with Jake.
Heeseung’s eyes zero in on you. “Oh no, sweetheart, I have not had my fill of you.”
“Why are you all like this?! In my world, this is done freely!” Your eyes widen once you realize what you've said.
“Your world?” Heeseung’s eyes grow dark with intellect. “What do you mean?”
“Nothing.” You vow to never open your mouth ever again.
“Heeseung! I told you he was going to have the first taste, Sunghoon. Heeseung!”
Heeseung sighs loudly and places his forehead on your shoulder. “And we were having such a fun play time.”
Jay, the disgruntled one, jogs into the cave. “I smell blood. I knew it.”
You watch as the vampire that had thrown you over his shoulder and Jay enter the cave. Sunghoon, you assume, is pushing back Jake with two fingers to his chest.
“Heeseung, we talked about this. You were going to hunt after we came back. You were supposed to watch over her,” Sunghoon says.
“And since when are you on his side?” Jay demands to Jake.
Jake shrugs. “We were just having a bit of fun.”
Sunghoon rubs the bridge of his nose. “He must have some sense of ownership since he picked her.”
“She’s OUR bloodbag,” Jay insists.
Jake smiles. “Sure she is.”
“Her blood is sweet,” Heeseung whispers.
All three vampires freeze, like they had no problem hearing the psycho vampires quiet voice. Damn super hearing.
“At least she’s not dead,” Jay begrudgingly admits.
“I circled back so I didn’t… I’ll take him with me to hunt,” Jake says, as if he’s making amends for pairing up with Heeseung’s tricks.
Heeseung turns around and stands in front of you. “All other blood will taste like ash compared to her.”
Jay rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Dramatic much?”
Heeseung grins widely in response. “You’ll know soon.”
“All this talk about being hungry has me hungry,” You mutter under your breath.
Sunghoon jerks his chin in your direction. “Make sure she gets fed, Jay. I’ll make sure those two actually do what they’re told.”
“Do I need a babysitter?” Heeseung cackles maniacally.
Jake can’t help but smile a bit with Heeseung. “Seems like our brothers don’t trust us anymore.”
Jay roughly grabs your upper arm and yanks you back towards the entrance of the cave. “Come on. We’ve got food.”
Silently you follow along, even though Jay shows no signs of letting you go. “You act like I was in on it too. You know, if I had my say, I wouldn’t have run through this place like a prison escape.”
Jay looks down to the side of him at you, looking like he doesn’t believe a word you say. But you have a feeling he treats everyone like that. “Yeah well, either way, you’re more dangerous now that he’s had a taste of you.” Jay mutters under his breath to himself. “Sweet blood? Ash? He’s even further in the deep end today.”
Your hand unconsciously goes to the cut on your neck. Why slice you with the knife and not his fangs? These four vampires were beyond your comprehension.
Jay prepares a meal for you once you get back to the cabin portion of the fucked up place these vampires inhabit. It’s one of the simple pre-packaged bullshit the vampires make for their blood bags. Some kind of combination of astronaut food from the old world when humans were in charge and a sci-fi blend of the future. The packet goes from three portioned foil in a microwave to a plate of food. Either way, it tastes nothing like real food and you make a face when Jay puts it in front of you at the table.
Jay sighs loudly. “Eat. You’re lucky we’re even feeding you.”
“You have to feed me to feed from me. Even I know that,” You scoff back.
Jay slams his fist against the table, making you jump. “I don’t know who or what you think you are, but you are like livestock to us. You don’t matter much beyond a fun chase and some blood. Now eat before I break the rules next.”
“Yeah?!” You demand, feeling rebellion and anger surge through your veins. You pull aside your dirty shirt, bearing your shoulder and collarbones. “Why the pretense then? Just worry away at my neck like a damn dog. Break my neck and drink from me while my life’s blood drains from me. Go on! Do it!”
Jay’s eyes flash, too quickly for you to read, but red nonetheless. “You’re getting on my nerves, blood bag.”
“The feeling is mutual, Tick!”
“Tick?!” Jay shouts, pushing back his chair, the noise screaming against your ear drums.
“Uh oh, do you think it’s okay to leave those two alone together?” Jake wonders mockingly, having climbed up the stairs finally with Heeseung and Sunghoon.
“Jay?” Sunghoon says his name uncertainly.
“She started it!” Jay points his finger accusatorily at you.
“Yes, because I’m in charge of my life right now,” You mutter.
Jay lunges across the table to grab you but Sunghoon intercepts him. Sunghoon’s hand is firmly wrapped around Jay's wrist.
“Why are you rising to her bait? Are you not the superior species here?” Sunghoon says with an eyebrow raised.
“You will sit and you will eat,” Jay ignores Sunghoon and points a finger at you.
Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. “Yes, Mom.”
Jake snickers behind his hand. “Maybe he prefers Mommy.”
Sunghoon sends a withering glance to Jake. “Don't you start too.”
Jay won't meet your eyes now, but that's okay, you can't look him in the eye either. Grudgingly, you eat but the other vampires never leave to hunt. That makes you nervous but you do nothing to let that known
“She's coming with us, isn't she?” Heeseung says somewhat gleefully.
“Clearly none of us can be trusted,” Sunghoon says begrudgingly.
Did that include Sunghoon too?
Heeseung holds out his hand to you and wiggles his fingers. “Come hunting with me, Sweetheart. Oh, how your heart will pitter patter.”
You ignore the offered hand and walk to the door. “Well?”
“You can't just go out there,” Jay says.
“I'm with you four, aren't I?”
“But no one will know that,” Jake adds.
“And????” You say somewhat strained and impatient.
“You'll need to smell like one of us has fed from you. You can't steal another vampire's food,” Sunghoon says quietly.
Jake’s proverbial ears practically perk up. “Rock paper scissors?!” He asks hopefully.
“But! Heeseung fed from me!” You protested.
“No, Heeseung cut you and licked you,” Jake corrects.
Now you're the one blushing. When Jake put it that way... It sounded so dirty “So?”
“You need to be bitten. Our venom needs to be in your system. That's the only way,” Sunghoon says, making eye contact.
You stare at all four vampires. “This is a trick, isn’t it? The stupid little human who doesn’t understand, right?”
If Jake had a tail, it would be wagging. He fidgets from foot to foot as he says, “I can do it. It’ll be super quick. I’ve got the smallest fangs. You’ll barely feel it.”
This time it's Jay that snickers. Jake sends Jay a baleful look.
“Can you at least not do it on the same side Heeseung already cut me?” You ask quietly.
The words are barely out of your mouth before Jake zooms to your side. His clothes still move with gravity, hair fluttering over his face. “No worries. That’s Heeseung’s side now.”
Your face screws up in confusion and Jake laughs. You see his fangs flash for a second and then you feel a pain in your neck. Jake’s hand is cupping the back of your neck and the small of your back.
Heeseung is restrained, barely, by Sunghoon and Jay. “She doesn’t like to be touched!” Heeseung snarls.
Jay sends a look of confusion at Heeseung. “Since when do you care about what a blood bag likes?”
Heeseung snaps his teeth in front of Jay’s face. “She’s not a blood bag, Jongseong.”
“Come on man, don’t call me that,” Jay laments.
“There,” Jake whispers against your neck and then he takes a step back. “See? Not a problem.”
Your fingers can’t help but find the two holes on your neck now. Heat radiates from them. “That was quick.”
Jay snickers again and Jake zooms, ending up holding the front of Jay’s shirt with two clenched fists.
Sunghoon lets go of Heeseung with a loud sigh. “This human is starting to be more of an issue than I originally anticipated. Alright, clearly you two are hungry. Let's burn off that angry energy.”
Jake lets go of Jay, silently fuming, but then becomes all smiles. “Come on, Mommy.”
Heeseung waggles his fingers again but Sunghoon puts a hand on his forearm and pushes the hand down. “You have to hunt. I’ll watch over her.”
“Sweetheart,” Heeseung insists, eyes solidly locked with Sunghoon.
“Yes, I’ll watch over Sweetheart,” Sunghoon corrects himself.
Heeseung’s eyes soften when he turns to you but he says nothing, instead slipping out of Sunghoon’s hand and pushing Jake and Jay ahead of him. “Touch her again without my permission and I will pull your eyes out with a whisk.”
“That’s creative,” Jake grins.
Jay looks at Heeseung like he’s crazy. “Yeah yeah, come on, I’ll show you where we found a clutch of them.”
“Do not put me over your shoulder again!” You protest towards Sunghoon immediately. “That was degrading, to say the least.”
Sunghoon smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare bend a hair on your head, Sweetheart. After all, it seems like Heeseung is quite attached. That’s rare enough.”
“Good,” you let out a sigh of relief.
“You will, however, have to hold onto me. We are hunting and don’t move at mortal speed.”
You can’t help but wrinkle your nose. “Great.”
Sunghoon swoops you into his arms in a millisecond and the world begins to stream past you. “I don’t exactly enjoy doing this either, Sweetheart.” The nickname somehow sounds like an insult with Sunghoon’s lips.
“Must suck being the most sane of them all,” You mutter.
“Who said that?” Sunghoon murmurs.
Just as suddenly as you started, you stop. The scene is something you had been privy to countless times. Only this time you knew the names of the vampires. Heeseung was drinking from the wrist of someone’s broken arm. Jake had slashed the chest of another, the blood streaming into the clothes as he drank greedily as well.
As Sunghoon lets you down, you look away, not wanting to see the life slowly fade from the other human’s eyes. Bad idea, because now you’re looking at Jay. Jay’s face is stoic but he’s watching the other two feed. “You should have seen Sunghoon’s last kill. We weren’t as merciful as those two right now.”
You make a look of disgust. Vampires were animals. Smart animals, but feral nonetheless.
“Did someone get a pet mortal?” A melodic voice echoes from the shadows of the surrounding forest.
“Sunoo. Happy Hunting,” Sunghoon greets the new arrival.
“I never thought I’d see the day,” Sunoo continues to say, voice almost purring.
You shudder and he laughs. “Such a frail one at that. I thought you preferred heartier meals.”
“Go ask the psychopath. He’s the one stuck on her. Says he wanted a fight,” Jay jeers.
The clear look of shock is almost comical on Sunoo’s features. “Seungie?!” His nostrils flare for a moment. “But I smell Jake on her.”
Jay winces. “Sunoo.”
The air is heavy for a moment. You feel like something is being said over your head but you can’t catch it.
“Oh. Right. I forgot. Well, enjoy your new pet.”
You don’t even see Sunoo leave because Heeseung is wiping his face with the back of his hand, effectively smearing blood further along his face. “Disgusting.”
Jay shoves his hands in his pocket. “Such a snob now.”
Jake waves at you with two bloody hands. “All fed now!”
Sunghoon jerks his head back towards what you assume is their home. “Good. Let’s get out of here. We already attracted Sunoo’s attention. It won’t be long before word spreads.”
Heeseung crouches before you. “Hop on, Sweetheart.”
You look at the other three vampires but no one protests. Better than Sunghoon’s arms, right?
You cautiously straddle Heeseung’s back but he jostles you higher up his arms, making you collapse against him. And then it’s off to the races.
You duck your head behind Heeseung’s, cheek against the collar of his shirt. You’re worried that you’ll get hit by an errant branch or such. “Please don’t let me die,” You say to yourself.
“Nothing will ever make you bleed except us,” Heeseung oh so casually throws over his shoulder.
Super encouraging.
When Heeseung stops, you’re back in the log cabin. However, Heeseung doesn’t release your legs to let you down. He keeps you perched on his back.
“She’s sleeping with me today,” Heeseung declares.
‘“Heeseung, be reasonable," Sunghoon says, holding his hands out as if he’s about to calm a feral dog. “She needs to be restrained. We have a room for that.”
Heeseung shakes his head adamantly. “No. That’s not safe enough.”
“Not safe enough,” Jay laughs mirthlessly. “Heeseung, no one has ever escaped the second level.”
“I’m not worried about Sweetheart escaping. I’m worried about the third level.”
“He’s got a point,” Jake agrees.
“You just want Heeseung to pave the way so you can sleep with her!” Jay protests.
Sunghoon closes his eyes and rubs his temples. “She’s going in the secure room.”
Heeseung steps forward but Jay steps in his way. “You can’t always get your way, Psychopath.”
“Is it true? That you want Sweetheart to call you, Mommy?” Heeseung shoots back instead.
Jake is slapping his thighs while laughing. “Oh god, can you imagine?”
You tap Heeseung’s shoulder. “Can I get down now? Please?”
“You’re wrong, Jongseong. I always get my way.”
Sunghoon sighs. “Heeseung--”
Dark panelled wood blends seamlessly until you realize that you’re in a different room and the others are not here. “Be a good girl and sleep with me, hmmm? You’ll do that for me, won’t you, Sweetheart?”
You slid from Heeseung’s back, eyes flitting around. It’s bare of anything except a closet and a broken bed. “Surely not on that.”
Heeseung breaks out into a smile that sends a shudder down your spine. “No, not on that.”
The two puncture marks on your neck pulse and you slap your hand on your neck. “What the fuck was that?”
“Found her. He’s just in his room. Weird. Heeseung, buddy, what’s going on?” Jake calls out.
“Can you track me because of your bite too?” You demand.
Jake sends you a lopesided smile. “Sure can. Can do some other fun stuff with the bite too. How about we--”
“No.”
You now have the wonderful image of Heeseung’s back. He’s blocking your view of Jake.
“Oh, come on, Heeseung! You had the first taste, let me have this!” Jake protests.
“No one is having anything,” Sunghoon joins the chat. “Heeseung, go put her in the room!”
“No.”
“Well, you’re not sleeping with her. You know how unstable you get when you slumber during the day.”
“It will be different with her.”
“You don’t know that.”
“You don’t know that it won’t.”
Jake tries not to look excited. “Ah, an impasse. You know, I’m still here. How about--?”
Heeseung and Sunghoon say no to Jake at the same time. Which might have made you giggle, if you knew what the hell was going on right now.
“I won’t sleep,” Jay offers with a hesitant voice.
“The next time day breaks, you’ll sleep even longer though, Jay!” Sunghoon argues.
“It’s fine. I’ll watch over the bloo--Sweetheart. She’ll be safe. I swear it.”
Heeseung grudgingly moves out of the way, giving you a clear view of Jay at the door. Heeseung raises his hand as if he’s going to pet you but stops, thinking better of it. “I will dream of you, Sweetheart,” he offers instead.
You walk by Heeseung warily. “Vampires don’t dream.”
“Psychopathic ones do,” Jay grunts.
“Alright, now that that’s figured out, I’d like to go to sleep now.” Jake salutes you jauntily with two fingers to his forehead and then he’s gone.
“Good day,” Sunghoon nods resolutely to Heeseung.
You can feel that Heeseung’s eyes never leave your form, even as you exit with Sunghoon and Jay. They both walk down at normal paces down the stairs with you trailing behind them.
“Mind your temper, please. You know what will happen if Heeseung sees she’s been mistreated. He has seemed to form an attachment to her.”
“I got this. Okay?” Jay presses. He shoots you a look and then returns his gaze to Sunghoon. “I swore on it.”
“Pinky promise,” You suggest.
“Yeah yeah, whatever lame ritual the humans do too. I gave my word, Sunghoon.”
Sunghoon sends you a look that he’s clearly uncertain where you stand. “Try to stay alive.”
“That’s the plan,” You grumble.
“Come on. My bedroom actually has a bed for a human to sleep on. You should get your rest while you still can,” Jay suggests.
Jay’s room isn’t as dilapidated as Heeseung's. The bed is intact and there’s a few personal nicknacks. You take a seat on the bed.
“So. Why the sudden change of heart, Jay?”
Jay won’t look at you but he does close the door behind him with his foot. “Because I don’t want Heeseung to kill our latest blood bag during his slumber.”
“Come on, that must sound lame, even to you,” You scoff.
Jay’s eyes wander around the room. “Yeah, well, that’s the truth. It’s the best answer you’re going to get right now.”
“Don’t you think I should know some things since I'm going to be here for a bit?” You push.
“Listen, I don’t like the guy anymore than you do, but that’s not my story to tell,” Jay resists.
Still, Jay ends up sitting on the side of the bed with you. As he was pulled like a magnet, despite his attitude towards you. You couldn't quite figure this vampire out, even though on the surface, he appeared as a disgruntled guy.
“Guess I’m gonna die eventually anyways,” You shrug.
“You’re not going to die,” Jay stresses the last word like you’re being dramatic. “Especially if Heeseung has anything to say about it.”
“And you?” You poke.
Jay runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Heeseung has never acted this way before. With anyone. And believe you me, we’ve had a lot of you mortals.”
You cross your legs and start to bounce your foot anxiously. You were starting to wonder if your origins were the reason Heeseung seemed to be enamored with you. Even though he was attracted to you before he had even had a taste of your blood.
“Listen, I--”
“Do you wanna fool around?” Jay interrupts you. He’s half turned on the bed, one leg bent on the mattress.
“Do I what?” You say with shock.
“I heard your heart beat spike when Jake brought up the Mommy thing. I’m not going to last this entire day with you on my bed.”
The confession shocks you even further. You knew things had been awkward since that statement but you felt like Jay saw completely through you at this moment.
“Uh…” You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.
Jay moves closer to you, his leg bumping yours. It causes you to meet his eyes. Those red orbs that seemed to simply suck you in. You felt yourself getting lost in them, falling deeper and deeper.
“You know what would be hot? If you sat on my face and I bit you. Think about it. A little something for you, a little something for me. Don’t you want that?” Jay’s voice goes down an octave, stroking something inside of you.
You find yourself nodding your head in agreement. “I do.”
Jay cups the side of your face, fingers easily sliding into your hair. “See? Fighting isn’t the only choice.”
Your inner core shakes and something suddenly doesn’t feel right. Shouldn’t you be fighting Jay? “I--”
Jay’s eyes swirl once again. “You want me to kiss you now.”
“Jay, why aren’t we kissing?” You echo, a whine growing in the back of your throat.
Jay smirks. “Let me fix that.”
His lips feel cool against the raging inferno your body is feeling. You press eagerly to Jay, lips tangling with teeth and tongue. Jay falls to the bed, smiling into the kiss. Your body straddles his chest, fully invested in this kiss. You feel your lower half becoming wet with need. Everything else falls away.
“So eager,” Jay teases.
“Please,” You whine fully this time.
Jay helps you out of your shorts and gleefully lays back against the pillow at the top of the bed. You eagerly settle on his chest, legs pinning his upper half to the bed.
“I’m about to feast on you, Sweetheart,” Jay groans.
You gaze down at the vampire between your legs with something akin to desire and ownership. Jay’s yours, he just doesn’t know it yet. His place was where he was exactly at this moment.
You cock your head flirtatiously. “You gonna make me feel good?”
“Oh, you have no idea,” Jay’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head.
With his arms pinned under you, he uses his lips and tongue only. His nose dives into you at some point and you moan wantonly. He’s absolutely making a mess but you haven’t a care in the world except seeking out pleasure from what Jay is providing.
Mouth deep in your pussy, tongue circling your clit like crazy, Jay extends his fangs and almost passes out from pleasure. Your wetness and your blood is too much for him.
“What the fuck are you?” Jay demands as soon as he removes his mouth from you.
You pant and whine. “I’m a human. Goddamn it, Jay, I was almost there!”
Jay shakes his head. “No, you’re not. I’ve never tasted blood like yours. Shit.”
You sigh dramatically. “Fine, I’ll finish myself.”
You reach between your legs but Jay grabs your hand before you can meet your mark. His eyes are blown, you almost can’t see the red iris. “I don’t think so.”
“Fucking decide then, goddamn it!”
You cry out as Jay latches himself back onto you again. You have to brace yourself against the headboard as his arms wrap around your thighs and you are even more firmly seated on his face. He follows every line of blood that has found your cunt. He feasts on your folds, even pushing his tongue into your hole to lick up all the blood.
“Oh please, Jay, please, please,” You beg as you wind your hips.
“So fucking good, the psychopath just had to be right,” Jay grumbles before he’s committed to tongue fucking you to completion.
You collapse with a moan as you climax. You grind on Jay’s face until the pleasure you feel is a simple buzz in your finger tips. “Fuck.”
“Fuck is right,” Jay echoes you.
You feel lightweight and slowly you slip to the side, unable to raise your arms.
Jay catches you with a few choice curses. “Ah shit. You need a shot.”
Carefully, he lowers you to the bed, and then he’s gone. The edge of your vision becomes faded and your ears start to ring. You were about to pass out but you can’t find the capacity to care.
Hours, or seconds, you aren’t sure, pass and then Jay’s concerned face is above yours. Your body jolts as he slams something onto your chest. Suddenly, your vision is clear and your hearing returns to normal. Pain radiates from your chest but you feel like you could run a marathon.
“What did you just do?” You demand.
Jay scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Too many of us have drank from you today. I gave you a shot that helps us in case we’re on the edge.”
You rub your chest where Jay stabbed you with the shot. “Jesus.”
“Yeah, we’re not exactly used to keeping you blood bags alive,” Jay admits.
You sigh and roll your eyes. “Thanks, I guess.”
Jay runs a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Listen. I know it’s been rough for you…”
You pull down your clothes back into place, reaching for your shorts. “Rough.” You shake your head at how understated that term was.
“Yeah. Okay. Worse than rough. You were sold and bought. Heeseung has become obsessed with you. He played one of our games with you. Jake bit you. And now we’ve…” Jay smirks to himself. “...well we had some fun too. But you seem like someone with a good head on their shoulders. Just don’t fuck up and I think you’ll be good.”
“Oh sure,” You mockingly agree. “Don’t piss off the psychopath serial killer vampires. No problem. Easy peasy.”
Jay’s eyes flash with barely suppressed anger. “See? Like that. Why do you have to be so goddamn provocative?”
“But that’s why Heeseung chose me, Jay. I’ve got fight in me, he keeps saying. You got what you paid for!”
It’s silent for a bit. You don’t know if Jay is absorbing your words or if he just doesn’t know what to say. Either way, he decides to settle further onto the bed, with his back propped against the headrest.
“I don’t know how to do this either, you know,” Jay admits.
“This?” You wonder with a raised eyebrow, turning around to speak to him.
“Taking care of a human. A pet.”
“Don’t call me that,” You argue immediately.
“Whatever!” Jay shakes his head. “Most of the time we just kill you guys and--”
You hold your hand up, as if they could stop the words that are about to flood from Jay’s jabbering. “Please, spare me the details.”
“Don’t wanna hear what happens on level two?” Jay smirks.
“Not really.”
“Don’t wanna hear about how your boyfriend slits them on their wrists and lets the blood drain to the tiles? How he says that if they whimper and plead, it’s like music to his ears. How he enjoys slamming his knife over and over--”
“ALRIGHT I GET IT!” you shout, covering your ears.
Jay moves to grab your wrists and tugs your hands from your ears. “Don’t you wanna hear how I like it?”
The damn vampire is getting off on torturing you mentally. You meet his amused gaze with a steely one of yours. “Fuck you.”
“I think I get it now,” Jay laughs, sitting back.
You try to sleep, and you should, you’re beyond exhausted. But your brain is simply buzzing too much, or was that the result of the adrenaline and blood that Jay had shot you up with? How did he know what your blood type was? Was that why you were sweet? Questions circled in your mind over and over and you fitfully rested.
You knew the sun had set when Heeseung entered the room.
“You could knock,” Jay grumbles but there’s no bite behind it.
“Sweetheart,” Heeseung coos. He moves until he’s crouched in front of the bed. He’s like a kid that’s excited it's morning again.
“Uh. Hi. Heeseung.”
Heeseung practically beams with inner glee. “Can we play again today?”
“I had to give her a thunder shot last night, Heeseung. How about we give her a break?” Jay suggests.
The information sits in Heeseung’s brain for a bit as if he’s computing it and then his eyes narrow down at Jay. “Now you know.”
Jay won’t meet Heeseung’s eyes. “Yeah yeah, gloat all you want. I know.”
“Three tastes and two bites, you’re getting around, sweetheart,” Jake’s teasing tone comes from the hallway as he walks by.
“Again! Like I have had a choice in the manner!” You shout back but all you hear is Jake’s retreating laughter as he doesn’t stop.
“You look tired,” Heeseung brings your attention back to him.
“I didn’t sleep well,” You admit.
Heeseung nods like he saw that coming. “It’s because you weren’t with me.”
“Oh, come on,” Jay scoffs. “You chased her through a hallway and then cut and licked her blood. What makes you think she would have slept well with you?!”
Heeseung smiles crookedly. “Our hearts sing to each other.”
Jay rolls his eyes. “Not this shit again.”
“This shit again?” Heeseung’s smile grows wider. “Please enlighten me what this shit is, Jongseong?”
“Stop. Using. That. Name,” Jay says through gritted teeth.
This time there is no one to intervene when Jay and Heeseung clash. They snap their teeth at each other’s necks, zipping and flashing at lightning speed, grunting as their bodies slam against each other.
All you can manage is to wrap your arms around your head, hoping they remember you’re still in the room and to not accidentally kill you.
“Enough!” Sunghoon shouts.
Normally, you would say that Sunghoon’s outer appearance is cool, calm and collected but he is a totally different man right now. His chest is heaving and his eyes are burning. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with us right now, or if it’s the catalyst on the bed, but this is done. No more fighting over the blood bag. She is just a fucking human who is feeding us!”
Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow together. “No she’s not! She’s more than that. Even Jay knows it now. Please, just feed from her. Then you’ll understand.”
“Fine!” Sunghoon agrees immediately.
He storms into the room with such intense intent that you find yourself scurrying backwards on the bed. “Wait, Jay said you’ve already taken too much of my blood. I need a break.”
Sunghoon ignores your protests, crawling over you as you lie flat on the bed, as far away as you can get from him. “If I feel like draining you until barely a drop is left in you and then fill you back up with blood, I will. Don’t forget who is on top of the food chain, mortal.”
You whimper as Sunghoon grabs your wrist and brings it up to his mouth. He’s not nice about biting you either. After his fangs enter your skin, he turns his head sharply, ripping the skin as his fangs look to vacate your wrist quickly. It does give a steady flow of your blood, however. Sunghoon lifts your wrist above his head and pushes out his tongue, to let your blood drip onto it. He swallows it and still allows your blood to splatter onto his lips and face.
Sunghoon’s body shudders in reaction to the taste of your blood. “Delicious,” he murmurs.
“I smell--” Jake appears in the doorframe. “Oh. Sunghoon is starting a party in here, huh?”
“Do you hear her heart? Do you smell her scent? Do you feel her heat?” Heeseung demands insistently.
Sunghoon’s eyes zero in on you. You want to lean back from the scrutiny but there’s nowhere for you to go, certainly not with the firm hold of your wrist still.
“You’re different. I don’t know why, nor do I really care, but…” Sunghoon stiffly nods in Heeseung’s direction. “I understand now.”
Heeseung visibly reacts, shoulder collapsing in relief. “Finally.”
“You guys are fucking crazy,” You whisper.
“Crazy for you, maybe,” Jake jokes.
“She’s not going to have anything delicious to provide us with if you let her bleed out,” Jay grunts.
Your vision becomes fussy and your world slows down, similar to after your moment with Jay. The last thing you see is Sunghoon’s calculating visage before everything goes to black.
What the hell were you in for with these vampires?
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Inspiration taken from the mv, specifically the tub scene/background
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Track Three for @lapydiaries ‘s Sad Boys Club Event
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Previous: Enhypen - Moonstruck (Han Jisung)
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Pairing: Vampire! Kang Taehyun (TXT) x Human! Reader (f)
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Genre: smut, angst
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Au: supernatural, vampire
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Trope: cheating (?)
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Rating: 18+, MDNI
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Word Count: 3,302
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Warnings: blood sucking, vampire traits (hypnosis, super speed, growing long nails, etc), prey/predator kink, oral (f), dry humping, nipple play, outer job, sex without protection, hair pulling
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Summary: Taehyun is absolutely obsessed with you. You aren't his, you can't be his, and yet he craves your blood. Was it the fact that you were unattainable or the sweet calling of your blood that pulled him towards you? either way, he kept coming back for more, despite the taboo
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Beta: @downtoamagicalland
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Divider by @cafekitsune
Taehyun’s fangs were deep in your wrist, making a puncture so that he could drink your sweet blood. He was like a bee and you the flower with the most enticing nectar. His lips latched onto your skin and he sucked. His eyes fluttered closed, almost eye-rolling in the pleasure of your taste.
“Taehyun, don’t be greedy.” You pulled back on instinct, which caused Taehyun to growl, his hold on you tightening.
“Just a taste, remember?” Your eyes flitted around the basement, worried someone would see.
Taehyun reluctantly pulled off your wrist but not before rolling his eyes up to meet yours, as his tongue lathed at the teeth puncture marks and closed them.
“Just a taste is never enough,” Taehyun murmured against the delicate skin of your wrist.
Reverently, the vampire traced the blue lines of your veins up your arm. You shuddered delicately for him and Taehyun grinned in triumph.
“Is there something you need, Flower?”
You tugged your hand out of Taehyun’s hold and pulled the long opera gloves up your arm. “No, I have some iron supplements in my clutch.”
Taehyun sighed in disappointment. Didn’t you want something from him? His eyes swirled with his vampire hypnosis to get a true answer out of you.
“Don’t you crave my tongue between your legs now?”
Your face was blank and your lips formed the truth. “I would like that. But there isn’t any time.”
You shook your head, swimming above the hypnosis, and you narrowed your eyes at Taehyun. He smirked boyishly in response. “Why did you do that?” You snapped.
Taehyun pouted. “I can’t be the only one that wants something. This should be an equal exchange.”
You rolled your eyes and promptly spun on your heel, shoes clacking against the poured concrete. “Vampires need their ego fed more than they need blood.”
Taehyun used his vampire speed and ran in front of you. He braced himself in front of you, palms on each wall, effectively blocking your escape. He cocked his head. “I can hear where the opera is. They aren’t even near when the curtain falls for the end of the first act. We have time.”
You stomped your foot in frustration. “No, Taehyun, we do not. Someone will come looking for me when the correct amount of time finishes for when a human can use the bathroom and I'm not back in my seat.”
Taehyun allowed his nails to grow long and they scratch along the cold walls. You shuddered again, and this time it is your prey instincts acting out again. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?” Taehyun wondered out loud. “Don’t you want to run just about now?”
You huffed. “Taehyun! Don’t you dare sneak in another bite, do you hear me?”
Taehyun knew he had won and you were conceding to him already. “Three.”
“Promise me,” Your voice catched in the back of your throat, going higher as your heart sped up.
“Two.”
“Taehyun, he’ll notice more than one bite,” You couldn't help but whimper.
“One.”
You turned and ran as fast as you could down the hallway. The clickety clack of your heels against the stone could barely fight over the crescendo of your breathing and the beating of your speeding heart.
Taehyun was in his element. He waited until you had turned a corner and then he pursued you. His heart no longer beat but he did adore the rhythm of yours. Something about its slightly unsteady beat that lured him like a siren’s song.
“I’m coming, Flower!” Taehyun said in a sing-song voice, taunting you.
You let out a tiny squeal in response and took another corner. You were admirably running quite well in heels, but then again, this wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last, that you’d have to run for a vampire.
Taehyun growled under his breath, not wanting to pursue that train of thought. He put a little bit more speed in his step, not quite cheating by using his full vampire speed, but just a little pep in his step. He gained on you in no time. Your lead was slowly shortening.
“You just wait,” Taehyun continued to shout at your shapely behind. “I can smell how aroused you are, Flower.” That short skirt had been haunting him all night. He belonged between your thighs.
“Greedy,” You panted and Taehyun chuckled.
Of course he was greedy, he was a vampire. He had the world at his feet and he even needed you.
“It’s all for you, Flower. You make me this way,” Taehyun shook his head.
More than often, a human would become enamored with a vampire. They call it fang-drunk nowadays. But not Taehyun, no, despite his age, being made sometime during the Joseon Dynasty, he was the one obsessed.
He wasn’t supposed to drink from you, possess you, want you, desire you, but that only made you a better prize, in his opinion.
And no one could truly match your taste.
Taehyun’s fangs lengthened at the thought of pressing them into the sensitive flesh near your pelvis, where blood rushed through, waiting to flood his mouth. He needed you.
“Times up,” Taehyun announced.
His arm reached out and as his hand clamped down on your shoulder, your body defeatedly limped in his hold. Taehyun swirled with you in his arms until he had your back up against the wall.
Your chest heaved and your eyes belied a slight vulnerability. Taehyun knew the hunt turned you on just as much as it did him. It was how he had caught you the first time, of course.
You were untouchable. Or you were supposed to be. Taehyun no longer cared about the rules. He just wanted you, plain and simple.
Taehyun drew his hands down your shoulders, and arms, and halted by resting his palms against your hips. “It’s your turn to reap the rewards.”
You folded your arms under your chest. “Whose reward? We both know you love eating me up.”
Taehyun let out a deep chest chuckle. “You know me best, Flower. But still, I’m not the one that’s about to climax.”
Taehyun crouched in front of you until his head was at level with your cunt. He peeled up the tight dress you had on, and watched as your bare cunt was revealed to him. You weren’t shaved, of course, you were with vampires older than three of your generations of ancestors, so they were very particular about the curls that rested between your thighs. But you had no underwear on and that was a choice.
“Did you know we’d have a bit of fun tonight? Did you anticipate it, Flower?” Taehyun flicked his eyes upwards to yours.
You swallowed loudly. “I didn’t want to anger him in case he decided he wanted a little fun on the way home.”
Taehyun blew a raspberry in annoyance. “I doubt he would even remember you existed.”
Your eyes flashed with hurt before you banked it and nodded in agreement. “He hasn’t been very lucid in a while.”
“Let’s forget about him,” Taehyun offered, pulling one of your legs over his shoulder.
You nodded, a hand fondly carding through Taehyun’s hair as he split your pussy lips apart with both of his thumbs. “Lets.”
Taehyun savoured the taste of you on his tongue. Your blood tasted better to him, in his humble opinion, but your cunt came in at a close second. Taehyun pulled a drawn out moan from you as he sucked on your inner lips, almost as if he was wishing to pull all your moisture into his mouth. His tongue flirted with your hole and clit, effectively making a mess of his face.
Taehyun didn’t actually care about decorum at this moment, he was more focused on the look of your face. This was truly the only time when you couldn't pretend that what was between the two of you was anything but good for you. Your forehead would crease and your nose would crinkle and all your feelings were on the surface, bubbling, and ready for him to read. Taehyun so easily made you come most of the time because of this. He knew exactly where to lick, exactly where to suck, with just the right amount of pressure and speed, because all of your expressions told him exactly how good you were feeling.
Taehyun was exactly what you needed.
Not him.
“Tae-Taehyun,” You panted above him. “Wa-wait.”
Taehyun shook his head so that his tongue passed back and forth over your clit. Your thigh began to shudder and then you came undone for him. It was just that easy. Besides--
“Taehyun!” You cursed at him. “That was too quick!”
“I had to be speedy, remember?” Taehyun stood up and dusted off his knees.
In truth, Taehyun loved leaving you wanting more, your hole clenching around nothing, so that you would come to him. Taehyun simply adored playing with danger in pursuing you. But you were the mortal here. The fact that you came crawling back to him for more fed his ego just as much as you imagined.
You made a noise of frustration and pulled down your dress. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Enjoy the second act, Flower!’ Taehyun called after you as you stomped down the hallway.
Back at the deep basement where their Kiss nested down for dawn, Taehyun crossed his arms behind his head. Coffins were passé. Taehyun opted for a tub in a stark tiled room. Coffin’s creeped the humans out. Besides, there was something oddly comforting about the tub he slept in. Something remotely human that pulled at his soul. He didn’t have a tub when he was a human, of course, but he thought perhaps if he had been born during this era with you, maybe he would have enjoyed a bath or two.
He kept his eyes closed. Not that he slept when the sun was still down but he preferred the illusion when you snuck into his room.
The door creaked open and you cursed its loudness. Not that it mattered. Taehyun could hear your unbalanced heart a mile away.
You closed the door behind you and crept closer to where Taehyun was in his bathtub.
“I think this is creepier than a coffin,” You scoffed.
Taehyun opened one lazy eye to see your arms were crossed under your chest. “Can I help you?’
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t even pretend to not know what I’m here for.”
“Slip your leash again, did you?”
You sighed deeply and tapped your foot against the tiles beneath. “Beomgyu is watching over him currently. They’re talking about the old days.”
Taehyun clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, closing his eyes again. “The old days,” he said derisively.
The temptation of your pulse fluttered against Taehyun’s eardrums. He wanted you, perhaps even more than you needed relief between your legs, but you both knew that, there was no need to verbalize it. But Taehyun wanted you to make the first move.
A small, satisfied smile pulled at his lips when he felt your weight settle on him as you straddled him in the bathtub. You whined his name as you smoothed a hand up his chest.
“I can’t give you what you want until you give me something first,” Taehyun said in a sing-song voice.
Taehyun felt the warmth of your body pressing against his, just as you shuddered in response to the coolness of his. Your head settled on his shoulder and when Taehyun opened his eyes, he was gifted with the view of your neck. The blue vein of your main artery pumped energetically just under your ear.
Taehyun licked his lips. “I thought I wasn’t allowed your neck,” he muses.
“I want it,” You whispered wickedly.
If Taehyun had a beating heart, it would have leapt at those words. Taehyun wanted you with every fiber of his being and all he really wanted was you to want him back in the same regard. He wanted to steal you away in the night and never bring you back. Alas, you were forever bonded to him, and so, Taehyun would remain in this kiss to remain with you.
“Oh, Flower,” Taehyun sighed softly.
Taehyun gripped the back of your head and ducked his face to glide his lips along the slope of your neck. You tensed, ready for the pain, which Taehyun couldn’t help but relish in. His fangs slowly but surely pushed past your skin and punctured your veins. The sweetness of your blood flooded Taehyun’s tongue and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He made noises of contentment as his lips suction to your skin.
As he gulped greedily of your life fluids, Taehyun can feel his body slowly come back to life. Warmth permeated his skin, and as a result of the blood flow, his cock came to life. It was filled with blood and you slowly began to grind down on his body.
It was then that Taehyun pulled back but he didn't lick the holes neatly this time. This time, Taehyun watched as your blood leaked down your neck, rivulets seeking to pool against your collarbones.
“Don’t make a mess!” You hissed.
“Oh but you know how messy I like it,” Taehyun purred.
You growled but reached between the two of you so that you could pull Taehyun out from his pants and rub the underside of his cock against your wet folds.
“How much do you need me, my thirsty little flower?” Taehyun wondered out loud.
When you didn’t answer, Taehyun licked up the lines of blood along your neck, making you groan. His fangs scratched your skin, tempted to make more holes. He was not sure if it was the vampire, the human or the pure animal in him that wanted to mark you as his own. He knew it was a surefire way to get himself killed but his obsession would not wither despite that knowledge.
“I need you,” You replied weakly.
Taehyun hummed in discontentment. “I’m going to need more than that.” Taehyun tensed his pelvis muscles, the head of his cock grazing your clit, making you cry out.
You swallowed loudly and Taehyun grinned to himself. You began to beg. “Please, Taehyun. I’ve been squeezing my legs together since the opera. Even--”
Taehyun captured your lips in a speedy kiss, his vampire powers silencing you as you squealed in surprise. “Do not say his name while we are intimate, Flower. It ruins everything,” Taehyun insisted.
You grumbled under your breath. “You’re the one who asked for details.”
“I did,” Taehyun agreed readily.
Eagerly, the vampire grabbed your hips, and with your hands angling him against your hole, he pierced you in a different way. The way you moaned for him has Taehyun’s hips stuttering already.
“So wet for me,” Taehyun murmured. He pushed your head back to the crook of his neck, another hand at the small of your back to keep you close.
“You kept me needy all night!” You protested.
“Like I am for you?’ Taehyun bantered back lightly.
“You know--” You let out a long moan as Taehyun continued to work between your legs tirelessly. “--you don’t really want me. You just like that I’m unattainable. You enjoy the fact that you’ll never truly have me. You’ll never have to form a bond or take care of me or--”
Taehyun gently grabbed your head between his hands. He was sure you’re not even aware of the tears sluggishly running down your face.
“Do you even hear your own words?” Taehyun murmured. “I could pursue anyone. I could have any blood I desire. I want yours. I need yours. What do you want from me to prove that? Are my actions not enough?”
“Steal me from him,” You treacherously said in the tiled room where Taehyun homes.
“I can’t, Flower. That’ll be the end of you and I.”
“But at least it will be you and I.”
The seed of hope deep in your gaze almost makes Taehyun feel human again. Almost.
“I enjoy your sweetness too much to let you go,” Taehyun admitted.
You sighed in disappointment but nod in understanding. “I'll never be free of him.”
“You'll never be free of me,” Taehyun insisted.
“Just fuck my brains out,” You scoffed.
“As my flower commands,” Taehyun replied resolutely.
Taehyun’s hands circled your waist as his pelvis punches upwards, making all the air in your lungs leave quickly. You whined as Taehyun sets a brutal pace. One of his hands tangles into your hair, holding your neck taunt and bared for Taehyun’s viewing pleasure. Skin slaps against skin as Taehyun seeks out your high. He craves you, certainly, pines for you most definitely. But if he can be the one to bring you pleasure in this long life you two endure, he's happy.
“One more, for the road, Flower,” Taehyun insisted.
“Tae, that's too many--!”
You protested but Taehyun has already pulled down your dress so that he can gather one of your breasts and shove it into his mouth. Your plump flesh filled his mouth so that his fangs had no choice but to puncture your breast. His tongue flicked at your nipple as your blood coated his tongue. You both moaned in pleasure at the moment. Taehyun’s jaw ached slightly but he endured, simply adoring this position. It's how you two started, hiding his puncture marks in a clever place.
You had no choice but to take Taehyun’s jackhammering, your back arched so that Taehyun could suckle at your breast. A low moan left your throat, your helplessness a simple turn on for you both.
Taehyun felt your walls flutter around him as you came. You cried out in longing and desire as you rode out the climax. At last, Taehyun released your breast, lovingly licking his marks to seal them. Your chest heaved with deep breaths and your eyes are hooded from post-climax.
“That, I can give you, at least.”
“Fuck,” You cursed goodnaturedly, pulling up your dress and wincing at the fabric pulling over your sensitive skin.
“You say the nicest things about me,” Taehyun joked.
You rolled your eyes. “Shut up, Taehyun.”
Your name echoed down dimly lit halls and Taehyun knew his time with you is up. He nudged you subtly and helped you stand up out of the tub. “You better go.”
You awkwardly stepped out of the tub and pulled your dress down. Your gaze ran down to Taehyun’s cock that he tucked back into his pants. “But you didn’t--”
“Don’t worry about me, Flower, I’ll find you again and you can return the favor. But make sure you take some more iron pills. You’re gonna need it.”
You send one more longing glance over your shoulder and then you slip out of Taehyun’s room.
But just because he couldn’t see you anymore doesn’t mean he couldn’t hear you.
“Where have you been, my love?” Yeonjun’s voice croaked.
“I have to eat, Master,” You mumbled.
“Beomgyu was just talking about the first time we met. Would you dance with me?” Yeonjun wondered.
“It’s been a while since I've done the Charleston but I can try my best,” You laughed.
“I can still hear the trumpets trying to drown out the rattling of the subway trains,” Yeonjun recalled.
The soft padding of your bare feet allowed Taehyun to let you go. His heart immediately beat slowly as the reason for it walked away.
You weren’t his. But he pined for you undeniably so. It started the minute you were gone and was only relieved the minute you were reunited. You were his obsession and his greatest conquest. You were his. It was just that no one could know it was so.
💚Pairing: Priest! Park Sunghoon x Prophetess! Reader (f)
💚Genre: smut/pwp
💚Au: historical, fantasy, 300 (the movie) inspired, greek
💚Trope: power dynamics
💚Rated: 18+, MDNI
💚Word Count: 631
💚Warnings: oral (f), fingering(f), unprotected sex
💚Summary: Sunghoon must confer with the prophetess, as the priest, to discover the right path for your city-state. As the receptacle for the prophecy and the chosen hand of the god, it is Sunghoon's distinct pleasure to listen to the instrument of the gods.
💚A/N: @downtoamagicalland this is only the first of many sunghoon fics i shall write and i shall dedicate them all to you 💞😘
💚Divider by @cafekitsune
“There's a need for you, Prophetess,” Sunghoon intones, his head bowed in reverence.
You pull yourself from the nest of blankets and pillows that you typically lounge in, putting aside the scroll you had been reading.
“If the gods demand it,” You murmur quietly.
You are the prophetess, assigned from the age of when your womanhood began to receive the great gift of seeing the future. You are the god’s receptacle for their voice. If they deem it so, you reveal to the mortals what the future holds.
But you cannot do this on your own.
There are seven priests who have been assigned to you, taking turns on igniting the spark inside of you. If you are the voice then the priests are the guiding hands of the gods. They provide guidance so that you can speak about the future. It is a symbiotic relationship that keeps the temple up and running.
Sunghoon prepares the incense needed to help put you in the semi lucid state that is required to receive the words of the gods. You prepare by rubbing your hands over your body.
Sunghoon attends to lighting the incense but his dark gaze continuously pulls towards you as your diaphanous, sheer garments reveal your tightened nipples.
“What do we ask of the gods today?” You wonder.
“The king wishes to go to war. You know he must have the gods' blessing,” Sunghoon responds.
“Not a simple battle but a war?” You persist, pulling up your garment and spreading your thighs.
Sunghoon, finished with lighting the incense, crawls through the slightly smoky air, towards your form. “Multiple prayers are to be issued.”
You can’t help but smirk sensually to this statement. “How many times am I to come before an answer?”
Sunghoon carefully cups your foot in his hand, placing kisses along your ankle and up your calf. “At least three, it’s been decided.”
“The other priests’ must be disappointed it isn’t their turn,” You mockingly sympathize.
You feel rather than see the smile pulling at Sunghoon’s lips. “Disappointment is a word for it.”
The first orgasm pulled from your body brought sweat to your barely covered body, as Sunghoon’s lips and tongue worked between your legs. The second was with his fingers crooked inside of you, his face admiring every change in your expression.
The third one is the most important one, of course. That is the method in which he will receive the knowledge of the gods. Sunghoon slots his hips between your thighs, pushing the crown of his cock inside of you. He thrusts against the spongey part inside of you, the one that will bring you to heights a prophetess needs to hear the god’s word.
“I…” You gasp as Sunghoon hits that perfect spot inside of you.
Sunghoon immediately cups your face, your noses a mere hair's breath from each other. “Speak, Prophetess, and I will listen.”
You come and all you can recollect is the lovely colors you see behind your eyelids and the pleasure that races through your body. You float in a cloud of euphoria until your task is complete. This is why a priest is needed. You never recall any of your prophecies.
Eventually, when you come back to consciousness, Sunghoon is stroking the side of your face. “You did well.”
“Is it good news?” You can’t help but wonder.
Sunghoon sends you an amused look. “You know I can’t tell you that.”
You sigh, defeated. “Then can you at least give me some water. I’m parched from giving your prophecy.”
Sunghoon laughs quietly under his breath but rises to do as commanded. “We will visit the baths after I deliver your message.”
It was exhausting being the mouth of the gods. But it did have its perks, after all.
Topaz..TOPAZ THIS IS FOUL PLAY ON MY HEART AND I AM NOT OKAY. YOU KNOW I WOULDN'T BE OKAY THIS IS SLANDER ON MY WEAK HURT. MEET ME IN MCDONALD'S CAR PARK QND FIGHT ME
⛏Pairing: Shadow Monster! San x Townsperson/Spinster! Reader (f)
⛏Au: old western au, historical au, gold panning au, supernatural au, monster au
⛏Trope: damsel in distress/saviour, monster fucker, sex contract, poly
⛏Genre: horror, thriller, smut
⛏Rating: Rated 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
⛏Warnings: mentions of death (descriptive of the way they were murdered), hints of poly in the background but not reflected in this, Dom! san, sub! reader, fear kink, shame kink, restraints, begging, edging, oral (f), biting, sex with no protection, breast play, mentions of masturbation,
⛏Word Count: 4,004
⛏Summary: when the dead mining town of Aurora comes back to life through the gold panning trend, a series of grisly murders occur. After the disappearance of your brother, you have no choice but to see exactly what's happening up the river
⛏Beta's: @downtoamagicalland @anyamaris
⛏A/N: anya, thank you for helping me with this. i knew you'd be the best person to go to for Work inspo 😘
⛏Previous Track: Blind- SH | Apart of the Golden Hour Anthology | Next Track: Empty Box
Your heeled boots slid along the slick morning dew of the riverbank. The lack of noise in the air, like even the smallest of creatures didn’t dare make a noise, should have been your first clue that you were here to do the impossible. Your hands tighten on your brother’s rifle and you gather your courage around you like it was a coat. You have no choice; you have to do this.
Since your brother went missing one day gold panning the river that poured out of the mountain, the men in your town had been eyeing you up like you were a prized mare to be acquired. If it wasn’t the older ex-miner’s with nothing better to do but whittle away at wood and chew tobacco, then it was the younger men who had come for the opportunity to gold pan. Without your brother, a simple man in your life to keep you chaperoned and safe, there was not much you could do.
“Where did you last see my brother?” You asked one of the younger men that worked with him.
His eyes traversed your body even though you were covered with a decent dress that buttoned up to your chin. “You’d make a good wife, anyone ever tell ya that?”
You lifted your chin stubbornly. “No. I work the ranch with my brother. I get along fine without a husband.”
Another older man clucked his tongue. “This is why your father should have never taught you your letters. This is what you get when you let women read: they think they’re better than what they were made for.”
“Still…” One of your brother’s friends smiled friendly but it never reached his eyes. “We promised your brother we’d look after ya if anything happened.”
You clenched your jaw tightly. “Just tell me where you last saw him. I’ll look for him myself!”
“That’s not a good idea, little girl.” Someone behind you played with a piece of your hair. “There’s monsters out there in the woods.”
With the influx of aspiring gold panners, there had also been a series of grisly murders that had swept up your town, Aurora. For every man that had found some small measure of fortune with gold, there were several that ended up brutally killed, entrails pulled from their corpses and strung out amongst the trees where they’d hanged, suspended amongst the branches.
“As far as I’m concerned, the bigger threat is here,” You mumbled under your breath. “Fine. If no one will help me, I’ll do it myself.”
So that’s how you find yourself traversing the river’s edge before sunrise, hoping to avoid all the men that had eyed you up in the saloon. But in the darkness, you find a different air that sets your nerves on edge.
You knew your brother had said he was moving closer up to the mountain, hoping to find the gold that ended up travelling down the river’s current before it got further down. He was convinced he’d even find the vein close to the mountain. The old mine’s had been shut down for a few years now but somehow seemed to still feed the town.
Your ankle twists on a wet rock and you cry out, dropping your rifle in the process. The sound pierced through the forest like a young calf calling for its lost mother. Angry tears sprung at the corner of your eyes as you clutch at your new injury.
“Where are you?” you whisper to yourself.
“What’s a little sparrow like yourself doing out here?” A melodic voice calls out.
Your entire body seizes like a deer caught in the middle of a copse. Your eyes move back and forth in an attempt to make out anything in the deep darkness. For a moment, all you can hear is the gentle trickling of the river against the stones.
“Something seized your tongue, little sparrow?” A deep voice causes you to clench your jaw so that you don’t gasp.
“Do you fear the dark?” A high voice teases.
“Or do you fear that which you do not know?” A gruff voice guesses.
You do not know if it will serve you to speak up or to keep silent. If you knew anything about men, it was that they liked to hear the sound of their voice.
“Do you search for the sparkle and shine too?” A smart voice wonders.
“No!” You deny. “I’m looking for my brother. He went missing a few days ago.”
A chuckle dances in the air and you whimper at its threat. “A lot of men go missing out here, little sparrow.”
“If he was dead, the monsters would have…” You swallow to form moisture along your tongue. “They would have…”
“Can your pretty words form such macabre details, little sparrow?” A soft voice whispers.
You blink profusely. There are eight sets of eyes shining through the dark foliage. Those weren’t the men of your town…
A dark, large form steps out from the darkness. Your palms scrape against the pebbles below you in an attempt to move away from him. He appears as a man but not like one you have ever seen. A simple wide-brimmed hat covers his head from the early morning mist and a black bandana hides the majority of his features. A leather vest drapes over his large chest and shoulders but there is nothing else covering his upper body. Your eyes sweep along the expanse of bronze skin until they shoot down his body to see the dark pants and dark boots that finish his attire.
The hefty man crouches in front of your fallen form. “Tell us what you know about the dead humans here, little sparrow.”
You almost feel hypnotized by the lilting voice coming from the big man. He is intimidating and the shadows seem to lick along his skin like they are faithful hounds. But your tongue moves on its own accord, provoking your lips to form words.
“They say you slit a man from hole to hole. They say you howl while the men wail at their demise. They say you throw the gold back into the river along with the men’s souls. They say you don’t just kill a man, you turn him into your own bloody amusement.”
“How sweet coming from such lips,” The man says, his eyes becoming smaller with what you assume is a smile beneath his bandana.
“I don’t want your gold. I promise. I simply need my brother.” You describe what your brother wore the last morning you saw him and your eyes hold the hope of a desperate woman. “Have you seen him?”
The man before you stands up and looks back at the remaining seven pairs of eyes. “Well?”
“It’s too early to spill blood. Besides, it’s not as fun unless there’s others to watch.”
“Not killing her, you idiot.” Another hisses. “About her brother.”
“Weren’t the humans up to something tricksy a few days ago?” The deep voice offers.
“They did something interesting and you didn’t tell me?” The man standing in front of you sounds insulted.
“They said that no one would know. They said no one would suspect them because of us.” The gruff voice is starting to sound more sibilant.
“They said there would be a new treasure to take for themselves. Are you the treasure, little sparrow?” The soft voice ponders.
“I…?” You began to tremble as both fear and coldness seeps into your bones. Did the others conspire to kill your brother, just to get you vulnerable and alone?
“They dare blame us for their evil acts?” The giggling voice hardens. “We must kill them.”
Tears begin to combine with the soft mist of the river. “So…my brother…he?”
The large man returns to stand in front of you. He offers a hand so that you may stand. You take it without another thought. The warmth that emanates from his hand also sizzles the water on yours. He yanks you upwards, putting you flush with his almost-bare chest.
“Your brother is no longer of this world,” The sibilant, gruff voice hovers behind you but when you turn, there is no one--or no thing--there.
“Are you a treasure to be stolen?” The man in front of you still holds you close, his bicep flexing with the effort.
“They keep stealing our treasures, perhaps it is time to take something of theirs,” The high pitched voice suggests.
Did you just exchange one type of monster for another? You needed answers about your brother, and you had found them, but at what cost?
Your lower lip trembles and the man in the hat swipes his thumb across it. “We are not humans. We do not treat ours as they would.”
“Ours?” The smart voice is looking for verification.
The melodic voice speaks up. “Can we keep a human?”
“They need warmth and food and…” The deep voice doesn’t sound confident.
“We can always kill it if we get bored,” the giggling voice suggests.
“No, wait!” You shout, feeling your throat constrict with terror. “I need protection. With my brother gone, I have…” Your fingers dig into the intimidating man’s hand in anger. “Please. Kill the humans that killed my brother.”
“Humans do tasks for money. If we kill them, how will you pay us, little sparrow?” The soft voice sounds like he wants something very specific.
The hem of your skirt moves but you see nothing brush against it. “What did the humans want from you? Why are you a treasure to them?” The melodic voice asks.
“If you can take care of me…”
Why was there excitement curling in your stomach right now? Was it the mention of blood in the name of your brother? Was it the fact that you were speaking to the voices of monsters? Was it the unknown that made you curious and interested?
“If you protect me…”
The man in the vest pushes your chin up with his thick finger. “What do you have to offer us, little sparrow?”
Your breathing speeds up and your lips part as you peer up at the man who still hasn’t let go of you. Goosebumps litter your skin and your lower half tightens in desire. “What is between a woman’s thighs,” You whisper.
“She offers sex?” the high pitched voice shouts.
“Her body for protection and vengeance,” the deep voice sounds thoughtful.
“She looks to breed? Is she in season?” The smart voice is curious.
“She looks to offer pleasure to the darkness,” the melodic voice points out.
“We’ve only had pale shadows of souls in the depths of hell,” the laughing voice chuckles once again. “How interesting to be released to the world once again. To kill and pillage, like the days of old.”
“It is a deal that must be balanced. Many pleasures for the cost of other humans' lives. Much pleasure for the protection,” the soft voice reminds.
“May I--may I know your names?” You try not to let your voice tremble. You’re not sure if it's from the need pounding between your legs or it’s from the terror of revealing who the monsters are.
The seven other monsters step from the shadows. The melodic voice becomes Yunho. The deep voice is Mingi. The high pitched voice is Wooyoung. The gruff but sibilant voice reveals as Yeosang. The smart one is Jongho. The terrifying chuckle is Hongjoong. And the soft voice is Seonghwa. They all appear as human as San but the air around them vibrates with hidden energy. You know they aren’t revealing themselves fully as the monsters they are and you’re not sure if you should ever see them in their true forms because wouldn’t that mean that you were a dead woman walking then?
The man in front removes the bandana from his face, pulling it down. He smiles slowly, almost crooked in its nature. “You may call me San.”
“She has seen our faces,” Jongho points out.
“She is ours now,” Yunho declares.
“We can take care of you,” Yeosang says with finality.
San narrows his eyes. “She is ours and we will take care of her. But she’s mine first.”
Your nipples tighten at the possessive sound of San’s voice. With his shadows wrapping around your wrists, holding you up now, restricting you from doing anything but dangling like bait on a line…it mimics the way they strung up their victims and you shudder delicately.
Suddenly, the forest feels empty. All the other signs of the other monsters slip into the night. It’s just you and San. The message is clear: your fate of this late morning hour is now in the hands of San.
“I smell your need, human,” San growls.
“I…” You lick your lips nervously.
“You are scared and yet you smell like you want to breed.” San’s nose brushes against your cheek, breath hot on your neck. “Do you want me to claim you?”
A low moan escapes your throat. You can't help it. It is like your body is responding on its own. Perhaps if you provide enough pleasure for the monsters, they won’t kill you like the rest of the monster’s victims; like Hongjoong threatened.
Tendrils of shadows circle your ankles and then lift up your legs, leaving you in an even more compromising and vulnerable position. Your legs are spread and your skirts have pushed up to your hips.
“I do.” Even your voice sounds small to your ears.
San throws his head back and roars into the darkness. It sends a shudder down your spine. The townspeople will hear that noise and shiver in their homes. But they have no idea what it actually means for you.
“Then I shall make you mine.”
The eventuality of the statement puts a warmth in your belly that you have never known before. “Will I be safe?”
San raises an eyebrow at you. “Do you doubt that I can protect you?”
You shake your head. “No.”
“Then you will become a monster’s plaything.”
San’s shadows pull and push, unbutton and sometimes tear, until your breasts are on display and your cunt as well. You shiver at the cool air sweeping along all your most intimate areas.
San’s eyes scan you and you can see his eyes are dark with lust now. “My my, what an offering, just for me.”
Your heart speeds up. It feels like it is attempting to escape your chest. You yearn to be in San’s arms, to be encompassed by his warmth and his shadows. But you can do nothing but hang at the mercy of his black heart.
“Please,” You whimper.
“Patience, human,” San coos in a high, sweet tone.
San’s shadows play along your skin, creating goosebumps. They caress your jaw, the underside of your breasts, the curve of your hips. It is almost like he is memorizing every inch of you before even laying a hand on you.
“You know, before we were sealed back up in hell, you humans used to sacrifice the tastiest morsels to us monsters. You believed that with each offering, it would keep us in the dark and away from the others,” San informs you.
“Did you eat them?” You ask.
“We did many things to them,” San’s voice dips lower. “We are monsters, after all.”
“You won’t eat me, right?” The hint of veiled violence never seems to disappear.
“Your need for reassurance is amusing, little sparrow,” San purrs.
The shadow monster’s teeth press against your shoulder. He doesn’t even draw blood but the danger is still there. Instead, his tongue lathes at your skin. The shock of the wet, warm appendage makes you gasp.
“You worry about being eaten but enjoy the bite and lick. Human, I’m starting to think you might be made for us.”
You whine in desperation. “Eat me,” you beg, suddenly changing your tune.
San growls. A pool of shadows appear on the ground where your legs are spread and San’s body pushes up through it. He tips his hat back and hovers his face before your bare cunt.
“Here? Do you wish for me to devour you here?”
When shame holds your tongue, you squeak when San’s shadows curl around your neck, a different kind of threat.
“Answer me, little sparrow.”
“Yes,” you respond even though embarrassment coats your tone.
You have touched yourself in the late night hours, during the same time when you wonder if a husband might be worth it to feel something more. You have never felt anything like what San offers you at this moment. His mouth sucks on your lower lips, his teeth tug on your clit, his tongue pokes at your hole. He truly devours you in every sense you have been asking. You can hear the wet noises as he pleases you, tortures you, spreading warmth from your lower half outwards.
The monster is also making tiny noises of contentment while between your thighs and you only clench harder down on nothing upon hearing them. Your wrists jerk in their confines, your fingers curling and needing something to hold onto. Your hips work upwards, searching for the release you so desperately desire.
And that’s when San lifts his head from between your thighs.
You let out a wail of despair. “Why?”
The answer is in the way San palms himself through his pants. The imprint of his cock against his pants is very apparent. “It is time for you to live up to your part of the bargain.”
You brace the balls of your booted foot against San’s hip in the only way you can control the monster. “How--how do I know you won’t take what you want and not follow up on yours.”
San rolls his eyes and sighs. “I am not a human.”
Fair point.
Extra shadows wrap around your thighs and spread your legs even farther, making room for the monster’s narrow hips to wedge themselves against the back of your thighs. His pants dig into your bottom. Now that he’s closer to your body, you want to lean into the warmth he offers in the darkness that is becoming less thick. The soft grey of dawn seems to be calling to the day.
“San,” you beseech the monster, still hesitant.
San sighs again. “You’re a little needy, you know that? What do you need now, if not for my length inside of you?”
“I’m cold,” You whine.
San maneuvers his shadows so that you are still restrained and still spread out for him, but more vertical than horizontal now. Being face to face with the monster is intimidating, especially now that you can see the shadows flowing in his eyes. Still, the warmth of his palms smoothing over your hips and gripping your ass tightly are a relief.
“Will your demands cease?” San wonders. His eyebrow quirks upwards but you can see a bit of a smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
“Hold me close,” You whimper. “Keep me warm.”
“You humans used to copulate for warmth, when the shadows were all you feared,” San supplies. “Now, the monsters will keep you warm.”
Your breasts press up against San’s firm chest and you moan as your nipples are stimulated by the tassels on his vest. “Please,” you beg one final time.
San releases himself from the confines of his pants, shoving them hastily to his thighs. He finds no resistance as he slips inside of you. A whine escapes your lips as he stretches you. You do not feel pain, but a simple ache as your body adjusts to his girth. He must be thicker than the two fingers you were used to impaling yourself on.
“And now you provide a sheath for my cock,” San groans. “I have forgotten what this feels like.” You clench down at his words and make San choke on another groan.
Immediately, San locks his bulging arms around your body, keeping you pressed chest to chest and then he moves inside of you. It’s a simple wave of his body, nothing harsh or quick, but the sight is something to behold. His body undulates between your thighs and you feel your breasts sway slightly. Your arms ache from being held above your head but you can’t complain when the beginnings of pleasure unfurl inside of you.
“What an offering indeed,” San murmurs to himself.
He reaches between you and grasps one of your breasts. His thumb strums the nipple, making your whimper. His lips press to yours in a slow, lazy kiss. It is as if he is simply enjoying all the pleasures your body has to offer. “You are so cold, little sparrow. Let me warm you up.”
The speed in which he thrusts into you increases and you cry out. “S-san!” You stutter.
San holds a hand over your stomach. “Do you feel me inside of you, keeping you warm?” His other hand grips your hips so that he can continue to slam up into you.
“S-so warm,” You moan.
You slowly feel your mind melting as if butter in a sizzling pan. There is nothing else except for the many ways that San is making you feel pleasure. His cock moves as if to spurn you towards heights previously unachieved. His hands on your body soothes any chill lingering on your skin. His tongue licks at the seam of your mouth, asking for entrance and then slides along your tongue.
Your cries become a crescendo rolling from your tongue and are eaten up by San’s eager mouth against your lips. The muffled noises echo through the foliage and the rushing of the river behind San only acts as an undertone for the sex filling the air. San’s body moves against yours in solid, certain movements. He growls and his hands tighten on your body in an almost bruising sense.
You gasp as a rush of pleasure precedes your climax. You have never felt anything like this before and you float in the warmth of it. San stills his hips against you and you can feel him releasing inside of you. His growls continue to vibrate in his chest and he moves, tiny thrusts as he rides out his own high between your thighs.
Your chest is heaving in the now early morning light as San pulls out of you, slowly, as if savouring your warmth until the last minute. You whimper as you see the darkness that seems to pour from you. It drips and drips and drips from your lower lips to the forest ground.
San slowly smirks at the show. “Now the shadows are inside of you as well, little sparrow. They will recognize you as one of their own. And they will protect you.”
The golden light of the sun washes over San’s features as he pulls back up the bandana that had hung along his collarbones. The shadows disappear and you collapse into San’s waiting arms.
“Wh-what happens next?” You inquire tiredly.
“The sun banishes us back to the depths of the mountain,” San informs you as he heaves you bridal style.
“And my vengeance?”
San chuckles darkly. “The humans will once again cower inside of their homes with the dark encompassing the earth. But they will find no protection from it.”
You sigh constantly and close your eyes. “Good.”
“I will speak to the others about the pleasure your body provides,” San reassures you, anticipating your future demands and worries. “Perhaps one of us will enjoy you while the rest of us spill blood in your name.”
You shudder, the sense of fear and want mingling within your body. Were you anticipating the blood and the lust? Perhaps you were. But you were starting to think that you were getting the better side of this deal.
After all, all you had to do was work for their pleasure and you reaped all the perks.
You didn’t need a husband, as it turned out, you just simply needed monsters.
⛏Previous Track: Blind- SH | Apart of the Golden Hour Anthology | Next Track: Empty Box
🌼Pairing: Persephone! Seonghwa x Hades! Reader (f)
🌼Au: Hades & Persephone Myth retelling, Reversal au
🌼Trope: it was all a bet, he fell first she fell harder
🌼Genre: smut, angst, romance
🌼Rating: Rated 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
🌼Warnings: seducing someone because of a bet, descriptions of a near-death person, the act of torturing (not descriptive), dead plants, descriptions of eating a pomegranate as if it was a heart {Kinks}- hair pulling, wounds from thorns, blood kink, pet names (you call seonghwa your pretty flower, godling), seonghwa has a predator/prey kink, nipple play (m), touching/teasing, begging, hard dom! reader, soft sub! seonghwa, cock torture, oral (m), deep throating, pre-ejaculation, cum eating, overstim, praise kink, dacryphilia, aphrodisiac, scratching, love bites, withheld orgasm, pain kink, oral (f), seonghwa gets pussy drunk, semi-public sex, manhandling (m), gentle face slapping (m), degradation kink, basically Seonghwa is a simp
🌼Word Count: 7,750 {i belatedly realized this concept needed more words than i intended, i promise, the other's won't be so wordy!}
🌼Summary: when both of your sisters Zeus and Poseidon bet that you, the Queen of the Underworld, couldn't lure the sweet and naïve Seonghwa, God of Spring, to become your husband and prince-consort, you seek to prove them wrong
🌼A/N: @smallfrye Smalls said queen of the night lyrics from blind and ‘she gonna eat it up’ so here’s what came from it. Only the best stories for my braincell’s inspiration. and for @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii for always being up to listening to me yap about my hwa ideas
🌼Beta's: @downtoamagicalland
🌼Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider
🌼Apart of the Golden Hour Anthology | Next Track: Work
It was your turn to host the yearly gathering of you and your sisters and it was never a thing taken lightly. Your sisters always believed they had the better of the deal, being the queens of sky and the sea. But who was the one with the true power, if not the queen of the Underworld, the queen of the souls and the damned?
A flash of light, followed by a thunderous clap, announced your eldest sister’s arrival. Zeus, ever the show-off, was the first to cast a discerning eye about your abode.
“Must this place always be so…” She lifted her lip in a sneer “...depressing?”
You tried with all your might but you couldn't see what she saw. The blue flames of your domain cast a pleasant light about the room, the bones of your enemies making perfect chairs. Souls you were currently torturing held all the delicacies your cook had prepared for the evening, in the most uncomfortable positions imaginable. You even had Cerberus napping at the entrance, to dissuade anyone from interrupting your soirée.
“Always a pleasure, Zeus,” You said snidely.
Zeus ignored your barely-veiled barb and sat down on one of the skeletal chairs. “Where is Poseidon? I want to get this over with.”
Poseidon arrived with a whoosh of waves lapping at sand that had not been there previously. She primped her hair and smiled brightly, even though it never seemed to reach her eyes. “I’m here, I’m here, you can stop talking about me.”
You sighed heavily and took your seat just as Poseidon claimed her spot. You clapped for the souls to move into your sphere so that you could grab some delicious looking delicacies. “We weren’t talking about you, Poseidon.”
“Then what were you talking about?” Your middle sister insisted, eyes moving to Zeus for guidance.
“How absolutely dreary this place is. Remind me why I agreed that we would ever meet in the Underworld?” The goddess of olympia stressed the word Underworld like it was a dirty thing.
Poseidon giggled. “It’s only fair, sister, that we spread time between all realms. Although, you do have a point. Perhaps this is why Hades isn’t married.”
You rolled your eyes. Why yes, because Zeus demonstrated how amazing being married was. Poseidon wasn’t much better. Those two thought they were above the rules. You simply had no time for the games of courtship. You’d rather be in your realm, ruling over your souls, and sometimes causing havoc when you were bored.
“Assuredly,” Zeus agreed. “For who would take the vows when they would know that they would be condemned to never see sunlight again?”
Poseidon clapped her hands. “Imagine Seonghwa down here? Oh, he would simply perish like a wilting flower.”
You wrinkled your nose at the mention of the young God of Spring. He was the exact opposite of you in every regard. You barely had time to register that he was even a god, for his appearance was that of one of Zeus’s cupbearers, the ones she always stole away from some dreary mortal life so that she could have eye candy and make her husband, Hongjoong, jealous.
Zeus had a look of triumph on her face. “Look at how she sneers at the thought of Seonghwa. Oh, darling sister, I’m afraid it is Seonghwa that would be the one turning you down.”
Poseidon’s eyes sharpened cruelly. “Oh, she is insulted, sister. She doesn’t believe you.”
“Can we get back to the matter at hand? Don’t we have a festival to plan or--?”
Zeus stood up, thunderclaps interrupting you. “I bet that you couldn't convince Seonghwa to be your husband.”
Poseidon’s eyes raced back and forth between Zeus’s visage and your own, eager to see this fight go down.
You stood up, shadows around you beginning to grow and curl in anger. “You what?”
Zeus’s eyes lit up, iris’s the blinding characteristic of a lightning bolt, invoking her godly proclamation powers. “I’ll give you a year. If you can lure that poor man to be your husband then we will meet here for a century and we will stop besmirching your name and your realm.”
“Oh, that’s a good one!” Poseidon jumped up. Her eyes became a swirl of dark and light, similar to the ocean whipping itself up in a storm. The irony didn’t pass over your head.
“Fine,” You snapped.
You knew your eyes were bottomless pits with a sharp blue on the outside of your iris. It was done. Not only was your name and your realm on the line, but perhaps if you did the unthinkable, Zeus and Poseidon would put some respect on your title.
You were Queen of the Afterlife, Queen of the Damned and Queen of the Night, after all.
***
You chose the darkness of night to descend on Seonghwa. You weren’t about to give him the advantage of sunlight but you’d rather the comfort of the shadows to cling to you.
You had a plan. It was one thing to have a trap for a human who was deserving of some soul-suffering. Seonghwa was innocent in terms of your sister’s machinations. But he was also a god, albeit a newly-minted one. You would have to be careful, but also, throw all of your powers into this. You were one of the big three, and you planned on showcasing it.
You had teleported through a portal of shadows and screams far from Seonghwa’s garden. He tended to live as his mother did, with the greenery of the world above. You almost didn’t spot him amongst the flowers he was tending, for his head of hair was a soft shade of pink that had no chance in your world. You almost mistook the low hum of his voice for the nighttime noise of the crickets. You truly had to get out more.
“Cerebus!” You bellowed.
Seonghwa stood up quickly, his eyes searching out who belonged to the voice.
“Apologies, Seonghwa!” You rushed through the brush. “My hound is hunting a soul for me. I do not mean to impose upon your realm.”
Seonghwa shook his head, his hair brushing his ears. “It is no problem at all.”
You cocked your head. “Did you perhaps see my hound or a human?”
Seonghwa’s equally pink lips parted in thought. “No, my lady, I have been tending to my flowers.”
You sighed unhappily. “If you will allow me a boon and use my powers in your realm, I would be indebted to you,” You curtsied deeply.
Seonghwa rushed forward to grab your arms and pull you upwards. “Please, you bow to no one, Hades. It would be my honor to view the Queen of the Night work her magic.”
A tiny smile pulled at your lips before you banished it. Finally, someone recognized you.
You grew to a height that would make any mortal cower in your presence. “I summon thee, Cerberus, the hound of hell, and any stray mortal soul, to come to your mistress,” You bellowed. You spread your arms wide, your dress spreading wide and becoming one with the night sky.
Cerberus answered with a blood-curdling howl. You hoped she had found some fun in this. You had promised the lonely spirit a transfer from Tartaturs to Elysium for playing along. For there was no playing with your hound, who truly sought out an errant soul amongst the living.
You shrunk back to “human” size and waited as Cerebus found you. She threw the soul that was whimpering in her mouth to one of her side heads, worrying it in her mouth.
“There’s a good hellhound,” You cooed, scratching the middle head in praise.
“Is this… Cerberus?” Seonghwa’s eyes were wide with wonder.
The other side head, that wasn’t playing with the soul it had caught, sniffed the air as Seonghwa put his hand out. You expected one of the heads to snap at the god of spring but instead, Cerberus broke out into a happy dog smile.
“Appearances may be deceiving,” You intoned, your voice coated with disappointment. “She guards the gates, as legends tell.”
And Cerebus licked Seonghwa’s face. You rolled your eyes. “Come, we must return to the Underworld, fearsome beast.” You snapped your fingers and Cerebus happily trotted behind you.
“I will have to take you to the Underworld and allow you to perform some of your own magic there,” You grinned, throwing the final sentence over your shoulder. “Oh, how I do miss flowers,” You said sadly, cupping a flower nearby.
You opened a portal, the eerie blue light from the Underworld leaking from it, waiting for Seonghwa to take the bait.
“I…I could…” Seonghwa sounded conflicted; caught between a rock and a hard place. “Would you allow me to accompany you now?”
You turned, a look of surprise on your face. Faked, of course, for this was exactly what you had been waiting for. “You would follow the Goddess of the Underworld in the dark of night, after snatching a fleeing soul, into her realm?”
“I have never…” Seonghwa pressed his lips inwards. “I would like that very much.”
Cerberus was already on the other side of your portal, her head perked sideways in wonder. “Well, Cerberus, you guard the gate. Do you think Seonghwa is worthy?”
Cerberus’s main head barked and you laughed. “There you have it. Who am I to say no to that?”
Seonghwa looked pleased as he passed through your portal and into your realm, completely contradictory towards Poseidon’s earlier words. His eyes swept over the swirling soul vortex, your tower off in the distance, and all the horrors the Underworld can offer.
“Are we in Tartarus?” He wondered.
You nodded your head. “The soul I had Cerebus fetch was not one I could allow torture other mortals further.”
Seonghwa’s lips were parted in awe. “You protect them?”
You narrowed your eyes. “I will not allow a human to assume a mantle reserved for a god.”
Seonghwa nodded like he understood. “Where would you have me perform?”
You slowly smirked. “Careful how you choose your words, Godling,” You purred.
Seonghwa ducked his head, a faint blush upon his cheeks. “I simply mean--”
“Follow me.” You crooked your finger and with a sweep of your skirts, you began a slow walk towards the tower of Tartarus.
Outside of the Palace of the Underworld, you contemplated where Seonghwa could make some flowers grow. They would die almost instantly, but you thought perhaps the walkway that you often used to your daily rounds might work.
“Here will suffice,” You motioned along the pathway. You peered curiously at the God of Spring. “Are you sure you can do it here?”
Seonghwa had a look of determination on his face. “If I can’t, then do I truly deserve to be a god?”
Interesting.
Seonghwa’s hands began to glow golden. With his palms held out and fingers spread, he focused his powers. You could almost smell flowers opening up in the air and hear the birds chirping. And then, despite your convictions, flowers sprung from the dark earth. They were of an extraordinary white, something not seen in Tartarus. Surrounding them, they had petals spearing out behind them.
Seonghwa glanced at you, half proud, half shy. “They are called queen of the night.”
You bowed your head in acknowledgement. “God of Spring you are, but it seems you are not new to the subtleties of being a god.”
The sunshine beam of a smile that appeared on his face might have threatened to break the dark clouds of Tartarus themselves. If only it could, to be of aid to the newly-bloomed flowers.
“It is sad then, that these shall surely wither away,” You lamented.
“Not if I continue to tend to them,” Seonghwa insisted.
Ah, right into your trap. How perfect.
“Oh no, I could not ask that of you,” You shook your head.
“I insist,” Seonghwa said, his chin rising stubbornly.
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, continuing the illusion that you couldn't imagine why Seonghwa would come back to the Underworld. “You would do that?”
“For the flowers. Of course,”Seonghwa muttered softly.
“Of course,” You agreed.
And so began the courtship between you and the God of Spring. You would fetch him to the Underworld to maintain your ever-growing garden and Seonghwa would ask questions about your realm. He seemed fascinated with what happened here in the Underworld. There was a quiet strength within Seonghwa that you had not recognized before. He would listen to you tell your tales, absorbing the world around him.
You found yourself comparing him to a flower, like the ones that follow the sun as Apollo guides it though the sky. Such was Seonghwa as he spent time with you. You could tell he was falling for you, which befuddled you and amused you to no end.
“Hades,” Seonghwa interrupted you softly.
You had been admiring a strikingly fuschia flower that had newly-bloomed in your garden. You raised your gaze, still leaning down towards the flower, fingertips stroking its petals.
“Mmm?” You hummed in acknowledgement.
“Is there any chance that you could be convinced to stroke me like you do that flower?”
One corner of your lip quirked upwards and you cocked your head. “Are you envious of the flowers now?”
Seonghwa nodded his head, eyes big and pitiful. “I find myself shivering each time your fingers move up and down, admiring the beauty. Do I not also pose as a temptation to be touched?”
Seonghwa, in his delicate clothing that clung to his broad shoulders and slim waist, was not the typical man you looked to grind beneath your heel.
You arched your eyebrow. “I'm not sure you would shiver so if you knew in what direction my proclivities lay.”
Seonghwa fell to his knees. His plush lips and strong nose tipped upwards to beseech you. “How will I know if you do not show me?”
You walked slowly towards Seonghwa, circling and considering. “This is true.”
“And yet?” Seonghwa’s neck craned to follow your path.
“The flowers here are night-blooming, Seonghwa,” You said as a hand carded through his hair for a moment. “Have you considered that you are not of that type?”
“Perhaps I am a seedling in the dark,” Seonghwa suggested. “What if I simply need the right nourishment to break through and sprout?”
Your hand tightened in his hair, wrenching his head upwards. Seonghwa whimpered in your rough hold. “And what if winter's harsh cold snuffs the life from you?”
You watched as Seonghwa’s Adam's apple bobbed against his strained neck. “It won't. I swear it won't.”
You leaned down to whisper into Seonghwa’s ear, almost just like you had been leaning over the flower only moments ago. “Will you be my pretty flower, Seonghwa? Will you tremble as I stroke your soft petals?”
Seonghwa whined. “Please please please,” he began to chant. “I wish to be at your mercy.”
“Very well,” you said in a clipped tone.
You released your hold on him and summoned a portal. Seonghwa slowly stood, unsure if this was a test or you were dismissing him. His cluelessness had to be an instinct to keep him alive, you were convinced of that.
“It is time for you to go home now, Godling,” you said, gesturing to your portal.
Seonghwa did as he was told but his eyes lingered on you as he passed, almost pleading with you to not send him away. But you were playing the long game, baiting Seonghwa down a spiral path that would eventually wind so tightly around him that there would be no escape. Then your sisters would never laugh behind their hands at you again.
The next time you visited Seonghwa to bring him to the Underworld, he sported a delicate white shirt that fell off one shoulder and tight pants. He was showing off his collarbones and tiny waist. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was seducing you.
You made sure to never be at arms length of him. Several times as he reached out to you, only for you to have your shadows deepen around you. Seonghwa’s hands passed through shadows instead of gripping flesh. He would shudder at the feeling. His pupils were blown and his breathing sped up as you played this game of cat and mouse.
“Hades, please,” Seonghwa whined.
You shook your head, walking backwards through your still-alive garden. “Do you think you’ve earned being touched by the Queen of the Night?”
Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “What else can I do? I’ve created a garden where there was none.”
You nodded. “I admit, your talents are very pretty.”
Seonghwa’s eyes narrowed and he twirled his finger, glowing gold with his power. Tendrils of soft greenery grew up around you, intertwining around your wrists. You could feel a tiny threat as thorns grew there as well.
You raised an eyebrow in question. “Do you seek to trap me, Godling?”
Seonghwa stood before you, like a flower trembling amidst a gale. “Will you not gift me with your attention? Will you not show me what it’s like to be with you? Have I not dedicated many days to your welfare? I have proven that I am here to you.”
You pulled your hands from the vines. Their thorns tore at the sensitive skin along your inner arm. You could feel tiny rivulets of blood trailing down. You lifted your hand, and as you pushed Seonghwa’s hair out of his face, blood clung to it.
“My attention bears much weight, Seonghwa. You do not know what you ask for,” You murmured softly.
Seonghwa stared at you with such adoration. Your finger skimmed the side of his face, trailing more blood there. “I will bear it. I can do it. Please.”
You smeared your blood further along Seonghwa’s lips, making them go from a pretty pink shade to that of dark red. “Such price requires blood and a kiss. I give you one last chance to keep your freedom.”
Seonghwa’s tongue came out to lick his lips, following the bloody trail. “I accept.”
“Then so it will be,” You murmured before you captured his plush lips in a harsh kiss.
Seonghwa moaned into your mouth, arms wrapping around your waist and drawing you closer to his body. His body was tight like a strung bow, tension in every line. Even his cock pushed up against your stomach, straining for release.
“My my, Seonghwa,” You breathed into his mouth. “Are you a little desperate?”
Seonghwa swallowed loudly. “I want you to tear me down with your teeth. I want you to mark me all over and claim me as your own. I don’t want to walk out of here without shaky legs and a smile on my lips.”
You leaned back to get a better view of Seonghwa’s face. “Oh really?”
Seonghwa’s cheeks sported a light blush. “Please.”
With a snap of your finger, a dome appeared around you two, hiding you in shadows amongst the flowers. “If I’m to have you, I want you amongst the pretty flowers you grew for me, Seonghwa.”
Seonghwa began to tremble again. “Am I one of them? Am I one of your pretty flowers?”
“Oh, Seonghwa,” You chuckle darkly. “How am I going to ruin such a pretty flower?”
“Please,” Seonghwa begged once again. “Ruin me.”
You pushed Seonghwa to the ground. His body pushed down onto the flowers and grass growing from the dark earth. You laid down beside him, elbow holding your head up as you traced his nipples through his thin shirt.
“Did you wear this today for me, Seonghwa?” You wondered.
Seonghwa looked very guilty. “I did.”
Your finger made its way down his sternum and along his stomach. His breath hitched at the path your finger was taking. “Did you think you could wear something so scandalous and it would lure me in? What exactly did you imagine would happen?”
Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed as your finger moved lower to run along the impression of his cock in his tight pants. “I…thought perhaps… you would tear my clothes off me and ravage me.”
You couldn't help but smirk with one half of your lips. “Like an animal? Descend upon you and take you just as you are?”
Seonghwa’s hips bucked up as your finger, and just your solitary finger, ran up and down his length, searching for more friction. “Yes.”
“I’m touching you now, isn’t that what you wanted?” You teased.
“Please. More,” Seonghwa begged.
“I like the sound of your begging,” You chuckled darkly.
You gripped his cock tightly between your hands suddenly, making Seonghwa involuntarily cry out in both pain and pleasure. “Once I take this cock, it is mine, God of Spring. It will never enter another cunt ever again.”
Seonghwa pressed his lips together and nodded quickly in agreement.
So you unbuttoned Seonghwa’s tight pants, yanking them down past his ass and down his thighs. His cock was swollen and red, still so tight against his slender body. Your mouth filled with saliva at the simple thought of taking him in your mouth, so you did.
Seonghwa’s fists clenched at the flowers and dirt under him as you took his entire length into your mouth. His back bowed at the sudden and intense sensation.
“Ahhhhhhh!’ he cried out.
You swallowed so that your throat muscles could continue to stimulate him and he began to pant above you. “Wait, wait, too much, too soon, I--”
It was no work to hold your mouth to the base of his length as he spilled his hot seed down your throat. Seonghwa thrusted weakly down your throat, riding his quick and fast high.
“Please give me another chance. I can perform better than that. I can last longer than that, I promise,” Seonghwa whined.
You pulled back so that you could allow air to pass down your throat but you kept your mouth around the head of Seonghwa’s cock. And then you sucked hard.
Seonghwa’s body jerked at the feeling. The feeling of you milking him dry, after coming so quickly and hard, had him quivering.
But Seonghwa had desired you to ravish him, to devour him, and so even though his body fought with the sensations, he did not tug on your head to remove yourself from him. You sucked his softening cock until there was nothing left to clean. You did twirl your tongue around the head of his cock for good measure, causing him to jump again, just to make a point.
You climbed up Seonghwa’s body, his chest moving up and down while he tried to catch his breath. “You did well, Godling,” You praised him.
There were beautiful tears in Seonghwa’s eyes but they had not spilled. “I’ll be good for you,” He said hoarsely and you felt like your teeth lengthened at the sentence.
You chuckled under your breath. “I have a feeling you will too.”
You sat up and that’s when Seonghwa’s hand went to your arm. “Please, don’t send me away.”
You helped Seonghwa button his pants back up and the dome that gave you two privacy faded away.
“Flowers need sunlight,” You reminded him.
Seonghwa sat up, to be eye level with you. “The flowers that bloom here? They need moonlight. Am I not the same?”
“Seonghwa,” you said his name with admonishment.
“Let me stay?” Seonghwa asked again.
You remembered the stories your sisters would tell you. The ones that included having mortals and demi-gods lying in their beds, filled with ambrosia, ready to perform upon their command. Imagining Seonghwa like that, blankets draped artfully around his body, tightened your lower half.
“I have a few bottles of Ambrosia,” You pretended to consider.
Seonghwa, well aware that the gods' wine kept a man hard for hours, maybe even days, widened his eyes but leaned against your arm. He carefully, tenderly, cautiously wrapped his arms around you.
“I would do anything,” He whispered in your ear.
“Then that’s what we will do,” You bowed your head in acquiescence.
For days, you had a godling in your bed and he never left. He let you cover his bronze body with bite marks and love bites. He let you scratch his back with your long nails. He let you take him again and again and again between your thighs; sometimes you withheld his orgasm and only sought your own release. You teased and tempted and trained him and Seonghwa met all the requirements. He fed all your lusts. You drove him to the brink of pain and pleasure and he only begged for more.
But following this was the much more tempestuous and dangerous path. For as the garden grew around your tower, so did Seonghwa’s attachment to you. You saw it in the way he was out of your bedchambers. No matter your task for the day, he was intent at remaining at your side. And you were starting to believe that he wished nothing more than to remain there.
You were even starting… to enjoy his company, beyond what he could stir between your thighs.
The days in which you heard out the spirits, seeking a lesser punishment for their crimes or atonement for new ones, were the moments you looked forward to the most. Seonghwa would remain seated on the floor next to your throne. Cerberus, as always, stood behind it in all of her hellhound glory, humongous shape shadowing yours. You would comb Seonghwa’s hair, patting and fixing it, as he lay his cheek along your lap. Some days he could be clingier than normal, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his cheek to your stomach. He craved skinship and his long fingers would caress your calf, not in seduction but for connection.
In truth, there were days you riled him up in order to listen to him whimper as his cock throbbed for hours without relief. He would rub his cheek against your thigh and promise many dark and debased acts if only you’d help relieve him.
“Take me on the throne,” Seonghwa swallowed down a whine, whispering only loud enough for your ears. “Show everyone that I am yours.”
You turned a dark look at the current spirit that was trying to make a case that her grandchildren were important to the world of the living so she herself should be in Elysium. She shrunk in on herself slightly at your withering look.
“No one can see your pretty cock but me, Flower,” You murmured, for his ears only.
Seonghwa turned his head so that his eyes could meet yours--and you were hit with how hollow he appeared. His eyes were sunk in and his bronze skin was paling. He was losing his god abilities, even the flowers were beginning to struggle to remain alive in the Underworld.
You were killing Seonghwa. You were not about to trap the man who made a flower garden in the Underworld just for you. He deserved more than a cold, despairing world.
You stood up abruptly. “Court is dismissed. Everyone out.”
A cacophony arose from the spirits, having waited years if not decades for the chance to plead their case. They would have to reapply--or worse--go to the back of the line.
You grew large in shape and the shadows extended until every blue flame was almost out. “YOU DARE QUESTION THE COMMAND OF YOUR QUEEN?”
The spirits fled, not wishing to be the target of your wrath. For good measure, Cerberus chased them out with a growl. She snapped at the receding heels, funneling your own sudden upset mood.
Despite your monstrous state, Seonghwa’s gaze upon you remained adoring. You shrunk back to human size and sighed. This farce could continue no longer.
You summoned a portal right then and there.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened in alarm. “You are sending me away?”
“Seonghwa, you are fading. You’ve had your fun, Godling. Now it is time for you to go home,” you said gently.
Seonghwa shook his head, throwing himself at your feet. “Please, no.”
You reached down and grabbed Seonghwa’s face. “Seonghwa. You are weakening here. You are not thriving. You had your test run but your theory is incorrect. You need the sun. You must go home.”
His eyes welled up and his bottom lip trembled. “Have I not pleased you?”
You sighed and rubbed your eyebrow. “Seonghwa, don’t do this.”
“I can--”
“Seonghwa!” You shouted. “Stop.”
“But I lo--”
Shadows wrapped around Seonghwa. One provided a gag, another circle his torso to restrain his arms, another along his legs.
“Listen to me. You are dying, Seonghwa. I do not want you dead. If you die here, your mother will be on my doorstep and I am not going to bend any rules, for a God or no.”
Seonghwa’s eyebrows furrowed and his muffled words threatened to escape his gag.
“No, I will not hear any arguments. You’re going back. I banish you from the Underworld, God of Spring. Enjoy your flowers and sunshine.”
Your shadows guided Seonghwa’s body back to the realm of the living and then the portal closed.
Cerberus nudged your thigh and whimpered. You put a hand on her middle head. “He had to go, Cer.” She licked your palm and cried again. “It’s what’s best for him.”
Your days seemed a little emptier without Seonghwa. His constant presence had made you forget how lonely you had been previously. You cursed your sisters for breaking your soul. You were fine without Seonghwa! But now that you had lived a life with a companion, without one it seemed… hollow.
Your bed felt bigger without him. Your days were longer without him.
Your mood became darker. You tortured and inflicted pain on more souls than you had when you first started your role as queen of the Underworld. Still the wails and blood did not satisfy you.
Just as you were using a cat o’nine tails on one particularly demented soul, you were blinded by a flash of lightning that opened a portal with a clap of thunder.
“Hades, you must stop this madness!” Zeus declared, as she always did, as queen of Olympus.
You ignored her command for the most part. “I will reign in my domain as I see fit, sister.”
Zeus snarled angrily. “Not this, you fool, Seonghwa!”
You rolled your eyes. “I already sent the god of spring back.”
“That is the problem!” Zeus declared.
You lifted an eyebrow in question. “Were you not satisfied to win the bet? How you must have told everyone in your court about poor Hades, who will forever remain alone in her dreary and depressing Underworld?”
Zeus pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration. “It seems I was wrong.”
You recoiled backwards as if Zeus had physically slapped your face. “What in the name of the titans themselves are you talking about?!”
“You seem to have done such a convincing job of selling the position as Consort-Prince, that Seonghwa is inconsolable since you’ve banished him. Despite Demeter’s best attempts, every single growing entity has wilted. No amount of water or sun will help them grow or nourish.”
You slowly lowered the cat o'nine tails to the table where your torture tools sat. “What are you saying?” You said lowly.
“As much as this pains me, Hades, you made Seonghwa fall in love with you and the world is suffering because you’ve sent him away. You must recall him. You must make him your husband. There is more than a simple bet in the balance now.”
Zeus, for once in her fucking immortal life, was making sense. If you made Seonghwa your husband, if he ate the pomegranate fruit that would make him a citizen of the Underworld, he could remain at your side. You had not wanted to trap him in a bet but by the sounds of things, Seonghwa would not feel trapped.
“Alright. You can go now. I’ll do it,” you dismissed Zeus.
Zeus bristled for a moment before letting it go. “Thank you, sister. I owe you a debt then.”
You grinned, full of malice and ego. “Yes, yes you do.” You liked the sound of that.
Zeus flinched for a moment and then left your realm. You were quick to follow suit.
You breathed in and out deeply, preparing yourself, and then made a portal full of darkness and screams to find Seonghwa.
Your eyes widened in horror at what you stepped into. The garden where Seonghwa inhabited was a thing of death now. There was nothing green or colorful about it. In fact, as far as your eye could see, this place emanated more death than the Underworld itself.
You moved through the dead brush until you found the only thing of color there: Seonghwa. But even his pink shade was a pale imitation of when you had originally found him in his garden. His hair was pulled in every direction as if he was a mad man in mourning. Even his clothes, smudged with dirt and wrinkly, revealed his mental state. You felt a punch in the gut at how clearly distressed Seonghwa was.
“Seonghwa?” You said his name hesitantly.
Seonghwa gasped like he needed air and his head snapped upwards to meet your gaze. “Hades?” He said with a choke.
“You aren’t trying to outdo me as the queen of death, are you?” You asked with sarcasm.
Seonghwa stood up and rushed to your side. He raised his hand out to touch you and then brought it slowly down. Unshed tears filled the rims of his eyes and he swallowed many times over. “Are you really here?”
“I think my question is more pertinent, Godling. Why is there death everywhere?”
“I…” Seonghwa’s shoulder began to shake from oncoming sobs. “You were wrong. I did not need the sun and flowers.”
You sighed deeply through your nose. “How could you hurt all the flowers like this, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa’s lower lip quivered. “I can’t bring myself to maintain them. I have no will to live and so they do not as well. I can’t summon my powers anymore than I could keep your flowers growing. I am a night flower without its moon.”
You cupped Seonghwa’s face and he nuzzled into your touch. “You are such a demanding man, aren’t you?”
“I need you,” Seonghwa said simply, although his voice carried grief.
“Will you bring back the flowers to life if I let you become my husband?” You offered.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened with surprise. “Your husband?”
You laughed under your breath. “How else are you to come back with me and live in my world. You must eat the pomegranate of the Underworld and then you may remain there. That is, if that is what you wish--”
“I wish it! I wish to be your husband. I wish to remain at your side for all of our immortal lives. I wish to sit at your feet while you pet me and--”
“Slow down, Seonghwa,” You said in an even tone.
“Please take me back,” Seonghwa begged.
“There is a stipulation. You will need to maintain your role. You will have to come back to your garden and revive the vegetation that has died in your absence, as is your responsibility.”
Seonghwa’s eyes shone with hope. “But I can reside with you in the Underworld otherwise? I can be yours?”
“Seonghwa.”
“Do not offer me the world and then threaten to take it away again,” Seonghwa whined.
You placed a hand on his chest to calm him and it seemed to ease his worry slightly. “Listen to me.”
Seonghwa nodded. His gaze turned attentive and adoring, the exact same look he would get when you would speak to him of the Underworld and how it worked. He was still the same godling that had fallen in love with you all those weeks ago. You felt your heart swell.
“When I came to your garden, it was not because I was chasing down a mortal to take their soul to Tartarus. That day, Zeus and Poseidon bet that I could not lure you to become my husband because you are the god of spring and I the goddess of the Underworld. It was a petty bet, I must confess, but I was tired of my sisters’ insulting me and my realm. You were not someone I was interested in before the bet. But as you grew the flowers near my tower and you spent time with me, I came to grow fond for you. You have never feared me. You have the utmost respect for my realm and for me. You had become a lover that I did not know I wanted. Typically, I enjoy breaking men who think they are unbreakable. But you were willing to smash yourself against the cliffs for me and I had never believed such dedication could be real. It was my intent to trap you in a marriage with me but it seems like you are the one who trapped my heart instead. I owe you an apology for my malicious intentions. That is the reason why I sent you back. It has always been in my power to give you the pomegranate and seal the deal but I never wished to keep you in a place where you did not belong.”
Your hand curled over his heart into a fist. “That is the truth of it all.”
The air was heavy. You owed Seonghwa the truth before he became your husband. There was to be nothing between you but your shadows and his golden light, if you were to truly spend your immortal lives together.
“Do you love me?” Seonghwa asked simply.
You gasped softly, his words hitting you like a true arrow of Cupid’s. You found yourself nodding. “I do.”
The same sunshine beam of a smile that Seonghwa had sported when you had praised him for growing the first set of flowers along the walkway to your tower filled his face at your admission. “Then that is all I care about.”
You frowned. “Seonghwa--”
Seonghwa put his hand over your own on his chest. “I love you. I have loved you the minute you stepped into my garden and made the world tremble at your dark beauty. I have loved you for allowing me to put flowers in the Underworld. I made love to you when you allowed me in your bed. I have loved you as I sat at your feet and watched you rule your realm. I have even loved you as you sent me away. And I will continue to love you. If you return that same amount of love, and will continue to let me live as I have with you, then that is all I care about.”
You opened a portal back to the Underworld immediately and Seonghwa bit down on his lip. “You won't ever make me leave again, right?”
“You must only leave for spring, Seonghwa. But other than your duties, I will never make you leave ever again,” you promised.
Seonghwa revived his garden and you married there with all of the gods in attendance. You were surrounded by flowers once more, and of course, the most pretty of them all being your new husband.
Zeus nodded resolutely at you, causing Hongjoong to peer curiously at his wife. The curiosity quickly changed when he narrowed his eyes as Zeus sighed, watching Seonghwa walk down the aisle to you as if Seonghwa was a treat she never got to taste.
You fed Seonghwa a pomegranate from the Underworld. It was a dark thing, not like the ones from above. The seeds were so dark that it seemed, as Seonghwa bit into the fruit that you fed him, as if Seonghwa was biting into a heart and the venous blood was pouring down his chin and neck. It was truly the most lust-inducing image you had ever witnessed, and you had been privy to more than a few orgies in your day.
After the ceremony, you escorted your blushing groom to the Underworld. With your arms around his slim waist and his arms around your shoulder, you both came back home.
“Take me on the throne,” Seonghwa whispered into your ear.
You lifted an eyebrow at your husband. “Truly?”
Seonghwa pressed his lips together and avoided your gaze. “Can I?”
You sighed and left Seonghwa’s arms. You meandered to your throne and sat down on it. You gripped your black dress that was more shadow than cloth and slowly raised the skirt until your legs were completely revealed.
“You have to earn it first, Seonghwa,” You commanded him.
Seonghwa fell to his knees before your throne, broad shoulders pushing your legs apart. “Oh, how I’ve missed you,” Seonghwa mumbled to himself before running his tongue from your ass to your clit.
Your hands found his pretty pink hair and tugged on them until he had the appearance of a madman. Seonghwa’s tongue explored your folds like he had to remember and retrace every part with the tip of his tongue. The noises he made were that of an eager pup whimpering for a teat; it sounded like he was feasting.
“Seonghwa, you’re pussy drunk, have more decorum than that,” You couldn't help but tease. “You are prince-consort of the realm of the Underworld.”
Even upon lifting his head back from your cunt, which he easily allowed you to manhandle him so, his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and his tongue was out past his chin, searching for what remained of your slick on his own skin.
You tutted at your husband. “Seonghwa, how are you going to perform your conjugal duties like this?”
Seonghwa’s eyes fluttered as he attempted to clear his lust-fog. “I can fuck you. I can.”
“With all that messy eating, you didn’t even make me come,” You clucked your tongue in disappointment.
Seonghwa’s fingers began to fiddle with his pants, pulling the strings that kept him tight and taut against his stomach. Once his cock was free, it throbbed and Seonghwa whimpered. He braced himself between your legs, getting up to his feet, and put one hand against the back of the chair.
You gripped Seonghwa’s cock harshly, squeezing and making him rut into your hand. “Must I do everything myself?” You muttered as you guided his long cock towards your hole.
Seonghwa pushed but missed your hole and you couldn't help but chuckle under your breath. You slapped his face gently. “Seonghwa!”
Seonghwa whined in the back of his throat. “It’s been weeks. I’m so needy for you.”
“Ah, fine.”
You pushed Seonghwa back, a heeled boot against his hip and stood up. You pointed your finger to your throne. “Sit!”
Seonghwa finally appeared to absorb your words. “But I--?”
Your eyes lit up with your god powers, lending a roar to your words. “I am not asking.”
Seonghwa sat on your throne and you cocked your head. He looked good with his pants pushed down to his thighs, cock hard against his stomach, hair disheveled and lips swollen. Perhaps you’d have to take him on your throne more often, if only to tease him about it later, making him hard and needy for you while you made him wait hours as you listened to the spirits of your realm.
You placed a knee on the outside of each of Seonghwa’s muscled thighs. Your dress whispered over his cock and he groaned at the slight friction. “I can’t believe you’re making the queen of night do all the work on our wedding night,” You tortured Seonghwa.
His Adam’s apple bobbed as you once again slicked up the head of his cock against your drenched folds. “I can’t help it. This is what you do to me. I am at your mercy.”
You laugh lowly in your throat. You run a nail down his exposed throat and down the centre of his torso. “If you were at my mercy, you would be covered in ropes and love bites and not had a mouth or cunt on your cock yet.”
Seonghwa groaned at your imagery. “Consume me.”
You sunk down on Seonghwa’s pretty cock slowly, enjoying the way his cockhead almost seemed to be made to open you up. Seonghwa, the good trained toy that he was, kept his hips still so that you were in complete control of the descent. Once your ass was flush with his thighs, you leaned forward.
“What did I tell you during our first time together, Godling?” You purred.
“You said…” Seonghwa swallowed loudly at the memory. “You said that once I entered your cunt, that you would never suffer another around me ever again.”
“You are mine,” You growled, capturing his plush lips in a bruising kiss.
“I am yours,” Seonghwa cried out, fingers digging into the old, dark wood of your throne.
You raised your body and then slid down his shaft, causing Seonghwa to gasp. His lower lip trembled and tears welled up in his eyes.
“Oh, Seonghwa. Already?” You cooed, thumbs brushing his cheekbones.
“This is where I belong, my love,” Seonghwa whispered.
“We will never be separated ever again, it is my promise to you. Where darkness is, so is its flower.”
You fucked Seonghwa with great gusto, slamming yourself down his length over and over again. Seonghwa’s pitiful moans as you took him quickly and harshly were music to your ears. You kissed him through his delicious noises and his tears and soon you were taking pleasure from his cock. Once your pussy walls convulsed around him, Seonghwa was a goner, crying out into your mouth as he filled you up with his seed.
You rocked your hips, coming down from your high and coaxing Seonghwa through his. “There’s a good Godling. You came so well for me.”
Seonghwa panted, his chest heaving with the task. Sweat clung to his hairline and chest, appearing the perfect sex toy that had ever graced your bed. And now your throne.
“Thank you,” He whimpered. “Thank you for having me as your husband. I will serve you, my love, in the most perfect capacity.”
“Seonghwa, put the energy of your poetic words into fucking me and perhaps it would mean more,” You teased with a grin on your face.
Seonghwa ducked his head, abashed but happy. “Yes, my love.”
🌼Apart of the Golden Hour Anthology | Next Track: Work
This made my greek god/goddess loving heart so happy I don't think you understand. Thank you for telling us about it and letting me beta read as always because I WAS OBSESSED
ღPairing: God! Theia! Choi Soobin x Mortal! Cupbearer! Reader (f)
ღGenre: smut/pwp
ღAu: gods au, modern gods au, fantasy au, modern fantasy au, gender bent god au, myth reversal au
ღTrope: power dynamics, god/mortal
ღRated: 18+, MDNI
ღWord Count: 1,526
ღWarnings: mean! dom! soobin, sub! reader, degradation, dirty talk, mentions of piercings as a form of ownership, bukake, nipple play, sex with no protection, creampie, climax on command, god! cum (it's golden, come on)
ღSummary: in which you become the cupbearer for the god of all shining things, and in this day and age, cupbearer has a much more... desirable job description
ღA/N: @downtoamagicalland takes all the credit for this idea. all i did was shout at her about soobin and diamonds and she tempted me with this *jewel* of an idea
ღDivider by @cafekitsune
“I want her dripping in diamonds,” Soobin had ordered.
And so you were dressed in the thinnest of fabric so that exquisite diamonds could be sewn into it. You were naked except the diamonds that adorned you, of course, but that was only to let you shine even more.
Although Soobin was the god of shining light, upon his throne in his shrine, he wanted you to be the centre of attention. Oh, how the other citizens’ sighed of envy, whether they wanted to be you or be Soobin was a good question. Either way, the hole at the top of his shrine that always let in light was a spotline for you and the diamonds you wore.
“My crown jewel,” Soobin purred upon his throne when you folded into a bow before him, supplicant to the god that now owned you.
“I am yours,” You so vowed.
“I accept this offering,” Soobin announced and the crowd cheered.
A new cupbearer was always a reason to celebrate. Not only were the citizen’s invited to the festivities, with ample wine and food, it gave them something to speak of, a place to exchange words, and for a viewing of their god.
Cupbearer was originally a title of security. One placed so high amongst the gods was honored with tastes of Ambrosia, the wine of the gods, that maintained their immortality. Nowadays, it had more…literal meanings.
After all the party-goers had dispersed. After all the food and wine were put away. After nary a whisper could be heard, it was time for you to assume your mantle.
“Such a jewel,” Soobin said in such a lilting voice, you found yourself soothed and aroused by it. Soobin had descended his throne and was now walking around you, admiring you.
“Only by your light, may I shine so,” You bowed your head.
Soobin chuckled. “Do you always know exactly what to say?”
You shrugged your bare shoulders. “We are trained thusly.”
“Trained?” Soobin raised an eyebrow. “They teach you how to speak to the gods?”
“Among other things.”
“What else must you know to be a cupbearer?” Soobin entertained the notion.
You obscenely stuck out your tongue as far out as you could and tipped your head back slightly. Soobin’s light eyes became hooded at the gesture. You watched in satisfaction as he stiffened under his pants.
“Did you enjoy all the eyes on you tonight, my little jewel?” Soobin inquired. “They could see everything. Your tits and cunt on display with only the diamonds making your body even more appealing?”
Your lower half became wet for the god you had been dedicated to. Still, your tongue remained out and ready for the blessings you were to receive.
With a husky snarl, Soobin’s face contorted with barely contained lust and yanked his pants down to his thighs. You were advised that the first time was neither tender nor slow. How you longed to kiss and lick up those thighs. To sigh like you were in divine heaven when the heaviness of his cock finally hit your tongue. But Soobin was a titan, a god, and his animalistic instincts to cover you in his literal god-giving life, to mark you as his own, was overcoming his intellect.
His hand wrapped around his length and he jerked it with a basic need. “I’m going to cover that pretty face and chest with my cum. Then I’m going to stuff your tight little pussy with it as well. Then you’ll be mine until I decide you are to drink Ambrosia no more.”
You gasped as Soobin grabbed the neckline of your dress and ripped it downwards, the diamonds scattering amongst the floor. But, what did a god have to worry about priceless diamonds for? They were easily replaceable. His desire to coat your body with his cum, to paint you as his cupbearer, was clearly a more important task.
“Once you are mine, these nipples are being pierced.” Soobin harshly twisted your nipples and your back arched for the touch was everything. “Then your clit will be pierced as well. With the most exquisite diamonds. Finally, your septum. Then no one can mistake you for a common shrine maiden, but mine.”
You closed our eyes and Soobin came with a grunt above you. You could feel the hot ropes of his cum covering your face, coat your tongue and glide along your collar bones.
A hurried hand pushed on your shoulders, guiding you to your back on the marble floor of Soobin’s shrine. With his cum coating his cock, and you slick from his dirty talk, Soobin slotted his cock between your thighs and pushed in with a groan.
“Master,” You cried out. His length was beyond even what you trained for. His girth gave your pussy such a delicious stretch that you didn’t have to fake any pleasurable moans.
“Say my name. I want to hear it from your lips,” Soobin demanded.
“Soobin, it is an honor,” You cried out.
“Such an honor for your wet cunt to take my cock, hmm?” Soobin purred as his cock stroked inside of you.
“I will be your cupbearer, to hold within me the life-giving seed. To bear you a demi-god,” You promised throatily.
Soobin’s eyes only darkened with lust. “They will throw a celebration when they find out. They will touch your belly for the blessing it brings. And you will be heavy in your breast and belly. And I will fuck you even then.”
Soobin had no idea that you were infertile. You could never bear him a demi-god. It was your plan to have him addicted to your body and your services; you were never planning on him discarding you after services rendered.
“Fill me up, Soobin,” You moaned. “Fill me up to the brim. Spill out of me. Claim me.”
Light poured from Soobin’s eyes, a golden light from a golden god. The shrine itself was full of light, so bright that you almost had to shield your sight from him. He was coming into his godhood, to ensure his seed fills you with a blessing.
His hips worked at a ruthless pace, thrusting into you, rutting into you, the need to come inside of you filling him with desperacy. His hands smoothed over your hips and his fingertips dug into your ass, driving you down on his cock again and again.
“Come, little jewel,” Soobin commanded. “Clench your little pussy around my cock and show me how you take your pleasure from a god.”
You groaned loudly as you came upon command. Your toes curled, your back arched, your legs shook as pleasure coursed through you. Your pussy walls did indeed clench down on Soobin’s cock.
Soobin fucked you through your climax and surrendered to his own. “Ah, how I have forgotten how good a cupbearers’ cunt is? You are milking my cock, aren't you, my little jewel?”
He scrunched his nose as he filled your womb with his seed. He panted and tossed his head, a sweet smile now overcoming his face. The light died down but still the diamonds on the floor sparkled from the natural light.
The two of you watched with great interest as his seed, as golden as his powers and hair, leaked amongst your folds.
“Now that's a sight worth seeing,” You murmured.
“More beautiful than your nipples being adorned with my diamonds,” Soobin agreed.
“Whatever pleases you the most, Soobin.” You nod your head in acquiescence.
Soobin’s eyes remained on your overflowing cunt but he spoke to you. “Do not think me the fool, cupbearer. I have the power of sight and visions. I know you will not bear me any children.”
You swallow loudly, your throat tightening in fear. “Then why accept me? Why put on the show?”
“Because it pleased me; you please me,” Soobin purred. His dimples were now in full view.
You trembled, in fear and in delight. What would he will of you now?
Soobin twisted one of your nipples and then pressed down on your clit, causing more of his golden cum to gush from your cunt. “Clean yourself and make yourself readily available for the piercings, my little jewel. You are mine now.”
You bowed your head. “Yes, Soobin.”
“You can do better, can you not, Smoothtalker?”
“Yes, my Soobin,” You smiled upwards to the god in charge of your life now.
Suddenly, he captured your face and you realized just how large they were. “You are mine. The piercer may gaze upon your body and lust for you but he cannot have you.”
Your eyes twinkled with the power you suddenly felt yourself in possession of. If you seduced the piercer, would Soobin have him killed? And what would he do to you?
Soobin growled lowly, his plush lips pulling into a snarl. “Do you wish to face my wrath already?”
You smoothed your features until they were pleasant and neutral. “Of course not, Soobin.”
Soobin looked at you like he did not believe a word of it. “You will be entertaining, won’t you, my little jewel?”
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Now Playing: TOMORROW X TOGETHER - 0X1=LOVESONG (I Know I Love You)
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Inspiration taken from lyrics: In this world of ice/ You're the only (one) shining glow/ Now I can't stop thinking 'bout you/ When I'm sinking alone
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Track One for @lapydiariesnet Sad Boys Club event
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Pairing: Lee Heeseung (Enhypen) x Reader (f)
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Genre: angst, romance
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Au: fantasy au, magic au
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Trope: soulmates
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Rating: 18+, MDNI
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Word Count: 2,286
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Warnings: drowning, mentions of death
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Summary: Heeseung is your soulmate, your Amplifier, and he must find you to complete the link between your magics, as his Beacon. All he has to do is follow your bond like a glowing fire in his minds eye, be it through the dangerous, cold world, and then you two can be complete. He'll do whatever it takes to be with you. But will you accept him?
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Author's Note: special thanks to @anyamaris for listening to me babble about this idea until it was fully formed 🥺 she helped me immensely and i couldn't have posted this without her
⇄◀𓊕▶↻Divider by @cafekitsune
Heeseung braces himself against the constant onslaught of pins and needles to his face. He is not built to endure this kind of storm, nor this kind of weather, but he does it all for you.
He closes his eyes, and in the darkness, he can see your glowing self. Still very far off but there.
You’re his Beacon and he is your Amplifier. In magical terms, you have magical blood but until your Amplifier finds you, you will never reach your true potential. That’s why Heeseung is in this gods-forsaken cold, searching for you.
It had been years since he started to see your glow behind closed eyelids. For years, he could taste when you were enjoying a delicious meal, smell the flower-scented soap you use when you bathed, feel the warmth of the sun when you enjoyed a nice day.
But for some reason, the two of you never found each other. It was typical, upon bond engagement, that the Beacon and the Amplifier would go on a pilgrimage to find each other so that they could complete the bond.
Heeseung was getting anxious. In fact, he was getting bond sickness. The longer he spent away from you, the more sick he got. Every single moment spent away from you had him hyper focus on you. Sometimes he spent hours focusing on the bond, focusing on you, trying to get a sense of why the two of you weren’t bonding.
Eventually, Heeseung stumbled upon the realization that you were not in the southern part of the continent where he lived, Terre du Fer. You must be trapped in the continent above: La Mer Gelée, the iced sea. Heeseung’s heart clenched at the thought of you having to endure such hardships.
And so began his journey to you. It is his job as your Amplifier to do whatever it takes to find you. But Heeseung can feel it in his soul, more than anything, that he needs to be with you. His bond sickness allows him no reprieve from thinking about you.
You are so close, he can almost taste you on the tip of his tongue. When he connects with you through your bond, it is like you are just on the other side of a wall; so close but still a barrier between the two of you.
Heeseung is getting frantic with need. He has to feel you under his fingertips. He needs his lips to cover every inch of your skin. He longs for your voice to soothe his very soul.
Heeseung needs you.
Didn’t you need him?
With one foot in the world of the living, and another focusing on his bond, Heeseung literally plunges his foot through too-thin ice. His body goes into the semi-frozen body of water, sinking immediately under his many layers to protect his body from the cold. Despite that, the water seeps in, his fingers and toes the first to lose their warmth. The cold attacks him like daggers to his vitals.
And yet, his only thought is that he will miss his chance to finally meet you.
Heeseung closes his eyes one last time, searching out your glow in the darkness. Just as his lungs push out his final breath, he smiles serenely. Your glow is bright, taking over his vision. Perhaps this is his destiny; to be released from this realm and for his magic to combine with yours. He could accept his fate if it meant he was helping you in any way.
“Goddamn it, wake up!” A melodious voice pulls Heeseung out of unconsciousness.
His eyes flutter in an attempt to open them but he feels weak and drained. Is this what it feels like to wake up in the afterlife?
There is a warmth moving over his body. He pulls a face as pain lances through his body. Wait, if he is dead, why is he feeling pain?
“I don’t know what possessed you to come find me,” You continue to grumble. “I was doing fine without you. I don’t need you.”
Heeseung’s bond flares in his chest and he doesn’t need to open his eyes. His entire eyelids are painted with fireworks. He’s found you. He’s finally found you.
“Bea…con…” Heeseung whispers hoarsely.
You sigh heavily. “Good. You’re not dead. I’m not sure what would happen to me if that happened.”
All Heeseung wants is to open his eyes, to see your face, but he finds himself falling back into unconsciousness.
Not before hearing you say, “Great. How useful are you?”
“Wakey wakey,” You say flatly.
Heeseung feels something pressing to his lips. He opens them without thought and feels something warm coat his tongue.
“It’s broth. I did what I could. I happened to have a couple of soup pouches on me since I was going fishing. You’re lucky it was me who found you, you know. It’s not every day you come across a fire witch in La Mer Gelée.”
Heeseung swallows the magical brew and hums in contentment. To hear your voice, to have you tend to him, to feel your hands bracing his head up, he couldn't be happier.
He suddenly struggles at the thought that you had to save him. Did you jump into the cold water after him? Were you okay?
“Whoa whoa whoa,” You squeal, pushing down on his chest. “Don’t move so much. You’re barely recovering as is.”
Heeseung absorbs the feel of the palm of your hand against his chest. His bare chest.
His eyes snap open. His breathing becomes laboured and his heart pounds against his chest as if it’s attempting to escape. His lips part in awe as he takes in your visage at last. He whines and his eyebrows furrow.
“Please,” he whispers.
Your eyes widen at the sudden adoration beaming from his eyes. You quickly avoid his gaze. “I’ll fix you up and then you’ll leave this place.”
Heeseung shakes his head adamantly. “No, please don’t. I’m finally here. We can complete the bond and then your power will grow--”
A dark chuckle tumbles from your lips. Heeseung knows what you’re about to say is cruel but even pain from you feels good already. “I don’t think so. I’m fine without you. I have my magic power. I even saved you using it. There’s no need.”
Heeseung’s hands gently settle on your hand, still pinning him to the ground. “There’s a need.” He swallows heavily. “You’re my Beacon. I am incomplete without you. I need to complete my role. I need you.”
You shake your head. “You’re simply reiterating what we’ve all been told. I feel nothing of the sort.”
You shift your body intending on moving away but Heeseung clings to you. He sits up, eyes fluttering close as he gets dizzy from the motion. He sways but you catch him.
“I told you! You’re not ready yet. You have to sleep.” You lower his body back to the warm furs you have him covered in. “Sleep.”
Despite your clear distaste of Heeseung, you still nurse him back to health. Heeseung can see it in the way your face would settle into pity, that you feel responsible for his current state.
But Heeseung is struggling. Perhaps if he was back in his warm world, he would have healed faster. His strength never seems to regain and he fades, even with the fire you stroke so hot it makes you sweat through your clothes. No amount of food or water helps either. Heeseung is starting to see his veins through his paper skin.
How cruel is fate to finally bring you two together, only for you to reject him, and for him to fade from this world without even completing his duty?
Even worse, there is nothing Heeseung can do. Slumber continuously pulls him in. Any energy he has is put towards drinking and eating. You won’t let him get a word in edgewise to convince you that your fates are intertwined.
Why did you even save him?
“Goddamn it!” You throw the empty tin bowl and spoon you have been using to feed him with against the inside of the dome that is your shelter. “Why aren't you getting better?!”
All Heeseung can manage is to reach out to you. Even in this state, even though you won't complete the bond, he still only wants to comfort you. What he felt for you transcended any natural feeling. You two are connected through the magicks of this world.
He feels his eyes tear up and his vision becomes blurry. “You complete me.”
Your lips press into a thin line. “I don't understand you. You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?”
Heeseung’s throat tightens with emotion as your rejection slices him up. “You don't need me?”
“If this is a trick, I will slowly roast you alive,” You grumble.
Heeseung lets out a weak chuckle. He likes your fiery nature in protest of the icy world you were born in. Even if he were to be burned by your flame, it was better than your indifference to him.
You close your eyes and lean down, noses almost touching. You breathe in deeply and release it in an even count. Heeseung closes his eyes with you, almost blinded by your brilliance.
Before, Heeseung had to focus acutely on the bond to feel his connection to you but suddenly… your anxiety floods him, he can feel how sweaty your palms are, even the bitter beans of the coffee you had drunk earlier. He doesn’t even have to try, they are just there, swimming around in his skull. And they weren’t going away.
Heeseung opens his eyes, only to see your face covered in one emotion: open wonder.
“Is…is this what you were feeling?” You whisper.
Heeseung nods slowly, unable to understand what was happening. “Did you not?”
“I shut down the bond a long time ago. I didn’t want--”
Heeseung shot upwards. His fingertips simply tingle with energy. He grabs you in a tight hug, tucking his head onto your shoulder, face turned away from you. He feels strong, he feels complete. He knew, he simply knew that you had completed the bond. You had done it to save him.
“Thank you,” He says hoarsely, overcome with emotion.
You are stiff in his grasp. “I guess I should be thanking you. I can practically feel my powers surging through me.”
Heeseung pushes back far enough that he can read your face again. “Can you show me?”
The two of you bundle up in protective gear and then make your way outside the dome that had been your shelter for the entire time you had been trying to heal Heeseung. Heeseung has yet to truly see your power, only aware that you were keeping everything warm and the fire going with it.
You turn your head side to side, cracking it in preparedness. You point your finger to a white peak from away from the two of you. “Do you see that glacier?”
Heeseung nods slowly in acknowledgement. Surely you aren’t--
BOOM
The glacier ignites in blue flames, white chunks flying into the air, as if it had erupted itself. Heeseung can see a small, satisfied smile pulling at your lips before it’s gone by the time you turn to him.
“I have met my true potential. This is clearly a day for the books.” Your voice is so bereft of any glee that it pains Heeseung.
How was it that he is completely devoted to you and yet you feel none of his?
“I feel…” You chew on your bottom lip. “I feel how much you adore me. I feel…” You shook your head, unsure.
“I can prove it to you,” Heeseung promises.
You sigh heavily, like Heeseung is a burden. “Heeseung, you almost lost your life in your attempt to prove your love for me. I think that’s enough.”
“But--!”
“Heeseung,” You say firmly, in a quieter tone.
You reach out to take his hand, your hot air coming out in small plumes of mist from your parted lips. Heeseung’s heart restricts for this simple moment.
“There’s a saying amongst my people. They say that a spark starts a fire but it is the embers that continue burning. Do you know what that means?” You raise your eyes and there is something there that’s never been there before.
Heeseung feels a fluttering in his stomach. Is it his feelings or yours? He shakes his head once again.
“It means that even though I do not feel an instant chemistry with you, your love for me might bloom into something longer lasting than attraction. If it’s true that we are fated soulmates, that it goes beyond you making me more than what I am, then aren’t we destined to love each other?” You offer.
“Only…” Heeseung takes a hesitant step forward. “Only if you’re open to me.”
You chuckle darkly. “I opened our bond, Heeseung.”
Another step has his boots knocking against yours. “I need your heart open for me as well,” he persists.
You nod imperceptibly. “I will. I’ll try.”
Heeseung raises his gloved hands to cup your face. “I will be there to catch you. I will always be here for you. You can trust me.”
You let him slot his lips against yours, gently pressing his love into your skin. He does it only once, not looking to push his luck, but simply to reassure you.
And by the slightly dazed look in your eyes, perhaps he’s done just that.
Heeseung laughs softly under his breath. You truly are a wonder. His wonder. And he hoped to be yours as well.
🩵Pairing: German Shepard! Eric x Maltese! Younghoon x Human Owner! Reader x Choco Poodle! Sunwoo
🩵Au: hybrid au
🩵Genre: Smut, pretty much pwp bro like 🫠
🩵Trope: established relationship, owner/pet
🩵Word Count: 4,424
🩵Warnings: animal mannerisms, first time (for the members), corruption kink, mxm, cnc/dubcon (they're in their rut they don't know what they're doing), god boy sub! Eric, bratty sub! Sunwoo, switch! Younghoon, dom! Reader, sex with no protection, oral (f&m), blowjobs, handjobs, dry humping, nipple play (f&m), praise kink, degradation kink, face fucking, deep throating, overstimulation, voyeurism, dacryphilia, cum eating, anal (f, almost, just the tip), mentions of anal (m), cum play, cum as lube, mentions of double penetration, dirty talk, exhibitionism, ball play, bukake, cock ring, withheld orgasm, jerking off, ear kink, nicknames (good boy, pretty boy, bad doggie), marking
🩵Summary: when all three of your young doggie hybrids go into rut at the same time, you're bit overwhelmed, but you're doing your best to guide them through it.
🩵a/n: credits to this tweet for inspiring the unhinged madness that descended upon me
🩵beta: @downtoamagicalland
🩵divider by @cafekitsune
Your three hybrid boys were trembling. The three of them were in different states of undress, unsure what to do, but horny as hell. It was all of their first ruts. They had triggered each others and now you were dealing with three hybrids that needed to fuck but didn’t know what to do with it.
Eric was currently cuddling with Younghoon, rutting his cock against the other's plush ass.
“Eric,” Younghoon whined, “What are you doing?”
Eric’s eyes were clouded with lust. “Feels good Hoonie, please.”
Younghoon’s ass was pushing back on Eric instinctively. “I don’t know what’s going on!” Younghoon whined.
Sunwoo was playing with his nipples, his t-shirt pulled up to his chin. He had a sweet smile on his face as his fingers flicked and caressed his chest. “I like it.”
“Eric, stop humping Younghoon,” You commanded softly.
Eric whined, his ears laying flat on his head. “I want it,” he pouted.
“I’ll take care of you guys as best I can, please just be patient,” You muttered.
You stripped off all your clothes and wondered where you were going to start. Sunwoo took the choice out of your hands as he jumped you and immediately attached pouty, plush lips to your nipple. He moaned against your chest as if this was exactly what he needed. He pushed his hips against your leg, finding some friction in his soft grey pants.
“C’mere Younghoon.” You spread your legs and bid Younghoon to come between them.
Younghoon gently removed Eric’s hands from his hips and crawled to between your legs. When his face hovered over your cunt, he began to sniff the air and his pupils blew.
“Smells so good.” And without further adieu, pushed his face into your cunt.
“Wait, wait, Younghoon, don't--” Younghoon was a messy eater, his ears floppy as he licked and sucked at your slick folds.
Eric whined, being the only one left out. “Why did you take Hoonie away? He was so warm.”
Your hips bucked and you moaned. With Sunwoo's rough tongue on your breast too, it was a lot to handle and still be able to direct the boys where to go.
“I'll take care of you, Eric,” You attempted to articulate.
Eric came over and sat on his heels like he was trained.
“Such a good boy,” You praised him.
Eric’s tail wagged at the praise.
You wrapped your hand around his aching cock and he threw his head back in a long moan.
“Does it feel good?” You asked him.
“Feels good,” Eric slurred, already encompassed by your hand.
“Why does Eric get your hand?” Sunwoo pouted prettily.
“That's cuz he's the youngest. I read that he will have the most stamina so if I make him come first, he'll be fine.”
Younghoon finally raised his face from your cunt. “What about me? I'm the oldest.” The elder cocked his head curiously. It was adorable.
“You get my cunt, Hoonie,” You couldn't help but coo. “If you'd stop eating me like I was your dinner, you could slip your cock inside my tight, wet heat. You hurt, don't you?”
Younghoon nodded mindlessly. He crawled up your body and positioned his head at your entrance. It took him a few times, accidently running the head of his cock against your clit but eventually he managed to stretch you out.
“That's it, Hoonie, all the way in,” You said in a choked whisper.
“I hurt too,” Sunwoo tried his luck again. His hand went to the tent in his pants and he palmed himself.
Once Younghoon was fully seated inside of you, you experimentally rocked your hips. Younghoon gasped loudly at the feeling of his cock moving in and out of your tight heat.
“Okay Sunwoo, now, listen to me, okay?” You panted.
Sunwoo's ears perked up and his tail wagged hesitantly. Those big eyes, holding expectations was the reason you couldn't leave him behind at the pound.
“I want you to pull your cock out and I want you to put it in my mouth,” You gasped as Younghoon suddenly sped up his thrusting inside of you.
Sunwoo scrunched up his nose, looking a bit like he was judging you. “In your mouth?”
Your hand along Eric sped up as well. You needed everyone to be at least first time sated if you were going to keep your sanity. You knew one time was only the tip of the iceberg. Soon, they would understand how good it was to come and to fuck, so you had to get control before they overwhelmed you.
“It’s okay, Sunwoo. You’ll like it, I promise,” You tried to reassure the second youngest.
Sunwoo looked hesitant still, his eyes big with wonder, but still he left your side and brought his cock to your lips. You licked the tip and he moaned deeply at the feeling.
“See? You smiled happily. “Really good.”
Your mouth had to stretch to accommodate Sunwoo’s girthy dick. But once he had smoothed it over your tongue, Sunwoo lost all sense of control. He bucked his hips, bracing himself with his arms, and fucked your mouth.
You had Sunwoo face fucking you, Younghoon eagerly thrusting into your cunt and Eric was like putty in your hand.
It was hard to focus, and now you lost your ability to speak, but you managed to quickly usher Eric through his orgasm first. He squirted all over your hand in the bed. You couldn't see because of Sunwoo fucking your mouth so enthusiastically but you could feel all the cum seeping over your fist as you brought Eric down from his high.
Younghoon came next, his hips pressed against yours as he came loudly. You weren’t sure but you thought you could hear him sobbing. Had he cried because of his first orgasm?
Sunwoo was still fucking your mouth and it didn’t seem like he was close to his first orgasm. You had forgot to let go of Eric and let him rest, so he began to whimper.
“I-it’s too much, please,” Eric asked, stuttering through his words. “Please, I like it but it feels like too much. I--”
Eric fucked up into your hand, chasing the pain/pleasure of being overstimulated. Sunwoo must have been watching him because his pace became stuttered and sloppy and soon he was shooting into your mouth.
“Oh my god,” Sunwoo groaned, his stomach muscles flexing above you as he emptied into your mouth.
You swallowed and swallowed and swallowed… it was almost never ending like Eric’s was. You tried to get it all down but eventually Sunwoo pulled out, not looking to be overstimulated like Eric, and squirted some on your face as well.
You squeezed Eric so that he could fuck your hand now. “Go on, Eric, you wanna come again?” You said hoarsely.
Eric bit down on his lip. “Mhmm, I want it.”
“Go ahead, pup, come again,” you commanded.
Eric let out a lusty groan as he overflowed over your hand all over again. “Feels so good!”
Finally, after Sunwoo sat back, you could confirm that indeed Younghoon had cried through his first orgasm. You sat up and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby,” You lamented.
“It--!” Younghoon’s lower lip quivered and he whined. “It felt so good.”
Fresh tears began to flow down his cheeks. He whined and nuzzled the palm of your hand. “You were so good, Younghoon. You were perfect.”
Younghoon sniffed and hiccuped. “I was?”
You leaned forward to kiss Younghoon. Once Younghoon’s tongue ran the seam of your mouth, he plunged it deeper into you. He seemed to be chasing-- You pushed on Younghoon’s chest but Younghoon pressed you into the bed, onto your back. He practically cleaned your mouth of Sunwoo’s cum. And when there was no more in your mouth, he lapped at the corner of your lips and cheeks, cleaning you completely.
“Jesus,” You cursed under your breath.
Maybe you weren’t quite in control of the pups yet.
“More?” Eric wagged his tail enthusiastically. With each wag of his tail, his still hard cock bounced against his stomach. “We can have more right? I want more. I think.”
Sunwoo narrowed his eyes down. “I’m the next oldest, I get your cunt. That’s what you told Younghoon, right? I get to test your tight wet heat.”
You knew Sunwoo was only mimicking what you had said earlier but it was the way he almost possessively growled out his last sentence that sent your head in a spin.
“Give me a moment, please,” You begged.
“No,” Sunwoo growled. His ears pointed forward.
Younghoon cocked his head again, one of his ears flipped backwards on his heat. “Where do I go?”
“Oh god,” You sighed. “Uhhhh--”
“I can get your mouth right? I want to feel what it feels like when it’s wet.” Eric moved closer to your head.
Sunwoo, rebelliously moved towards your open legs. He tried leaning over you like Younghoon but he shook his head like that didn’t feel quite right. You knew exactly what he wanted.
You lifted your hand to be in front of Eric’s nose. The young pup sat immediately but his tail still waved enthusiastically. “Good boy,” You murmured.
Eric’s sunshine smile at the praise practically lifted the sex-filled haze of the room.
You moved onto your hands and knees and wiggled your ass at Sunwoo. “This is what you want, you greedy boy.”
Sunwoo grabbed your hips and yipped in happiness. He rutted against your ass, rubbing his length along your cum-soaked folds and effectively spreading it against your asshole ass well. But he wasn’t penetrating you so that had him whining again.
“Wait, Sunwoo, I’ll help you just--no, Eric you stay. I said sit,” You said firmly.
Eric’s ass hit the back of his heels again as he sat. “Can I help?”
You almost laughed at the youngest eagerness but you didn’t want his smile to wilt. “How are you gonna help, pup?”
“I have a hole too, don’t I? It sounded good when you got filled up by Younghoon. Would it feel good for me too?”
Your mind practically filled with white noise at the image of Younghoon rutting against Eric and Eric whimpering into the bed, face down ass up. That was not a good idea while they were all mindless during their rut.
“No, Eric, I--Sunwoo, no!”
Sunwoo had managed to find a hole but not the right one. He slipped past the tight ring of your ass and was panting. “Tight, so tight, please please!” He whimpered.
You reached under and behind you as you griped Sunwoo’s cock tightly. “No. You are being bad. I’m trying to help Younghoon get some too. Greedy pup.”
Sunwoo whined and thrusted into your hand. “Please, I need it too.”
You sighed grumpily. You maneovered his cockhead until he was against your entrance. “Here, Sunwoo. This is where you need to be.”
Sunwoo sighed happily as he slid into your cunt. “Ahhhhhhh.”
“Naughty puppies, the lot of you,” You grumbled.
Younghoon began to hump the wet spot where Eric’s cum had pooled from him coming twice. You watched with wide eyes as Younghoon’s cock swirled in Eric’s milky cum, the soft, wet material of the sheets making him feel good. He panted as he pressed himself further against the bed but you knew that wasn’t enough for him. God, this was getting out of control quickly.
“Sunwoo, stay,” You said with a growl.
Sunwoo remained seated inside of you, full hilt, but whined. “Hurry up. It feels so good!”
“Hoonie, here,” You commanded next.
Youngjoon reluctantly left the wet spot of Eric’s cum and came to sit in front of you. His cock was leaking precum and was already covered in Eric’s cum, so it provided a nice lube for you to jerk him off with. The eldest bit down on his lip.
“Okay Eric--”
Eric jumped forward eagerly. “Me next? Me next?”
“In my mouth,” You direct him. You had one hand on Younghoon and the other holding yourself up so you couldn’t guide him where he needed to go.
“Okay, Sunwoo you can go--oh fuck!” Sunwoo’s grip on your hips is almost bruise-inducing. He was fucking into your cunt so enthusiastically, that each drag of his girthy cock pressed against your g-spot.
Eric managed to bring his cock to your head and you covered your teeth carefully as he sheathed himself into your mouth. Eric’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he finally got to experience something warm and wet.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” the youngest cried out. “This is so much better than your hand.”
Soon, your mind was lust-filled as Sunwoo fucked you from behind, Eric fucking your mouth in front of you and Younghoon sitting like a good boy as you jerked him off. Sunwoo was panting behind you, almost mindless fucking your pussy, chasing his high. Eric wouldn’t stop chanting oh my god’s. You were worried once he hit the back of your throat, he would start deepthroating you, that’s how long the youngest was.
You wish you could tell Younghoon how pretty his cock was. It was curved and gorgeous. He was a pedigree breed, after all. He looked so deliciously, palms flat on the bed, legs spread out, as you jerked him off.
“I…” Sunwoo’s thrusting slowed down as he thought better about pushing his luck. “I can come, right? I’m allowed to come inside? I want to see it gush out of you. Please? Please?”
It took Eric a moment to realize you couldn't respond to Sunwoo with Eric’s dick in your mouth but once it registered, with a mumbled ‘sorry’ he pulled out.
“There’s my good boy, Sunwoo,” You made sure to praise him.
“I’m a good boy,” Sunwoo whimpered behind you. “I can come, right?”
“Go ahead,” You allowed.
Eric eagerly plunged back into your mouth but you could see his eyes were on the way Sunwoo’s cock was plunging inside of your cunt. “Can we try fucking both holes at the same time?” the youngest couldn't help but wonder.
“She said no,” Younghoon reminded helpfully.
Eric’s ears drooped. “But it would be fun.”
Your muffled yells filled the air as Sunwoo curiously touched your asshole, that was still wet with his release. “I think she liked it. I just think I’m too big.”
“You are pretty big,” Eric agreed.
Sunwoo frowned at Eric. “Were you looking?”
Eric turned bright red. “I couldn't help it!”
“Don’t look at me!” Sunwoo shouted, probably getting red himself. Sunwoo was a very sensitive baby sometimes.
Eric shoved deep inside of your mouth and emptied out down your throat, much like you had predicted. He sat back happily, cock leaking against his stomach, still not soft yet. Sunwoo fucked himself through his own high, growling very loudly as he emptied his balls inside of you. He made sure to spread your ass cheeks when he pulled out, just to watch your fluttering pussy push his cum out.
That left Younghoon now.
“Hoonie, are you close?” You asked gently.
Younghoon nodded his head. “I think so.”
“Do you need something more?” You couldn't help but wonder.
“I don't know,” the oldest began to whine.
You crawled to be between Younghoon’s legs. You let your free hand play with his balls and that’s when Younghoon shouted out. He came over your face and your tits, the both of you surprised that the gentle touch of his balls was all that he needed.
“I think you like a lot of touching, don’t you, Hoonie,” You teased.
Younghoon broke out into a sunshine smile. “Yes, thank you.”
“Okay, I think we all need some water and some time to--Sunwoo! Ah ah ah!”
You suddenly snapped at Sunwoo, who was lazily fisting himself. He frowned at you cutely. “But it feels good!”
“I have to control your orgasms. If you don’t listen to me, I’m going to put you in time out. Then you’ll have to watch while Hoonie and Eric get their orgasms and you don’t!” You threatened.
“No,” Sunwoo pouted.
You moved to find a cockring. You slapped Sunwoo’s hands and placed it at the base of his dick. “Just when I think you’re being a good boy,” You sighed.
“That’s not fair!” Sunwoo protested.
“You keep that up and I’m going to make you jerk off that big cock of yours while Eric watches as punishment,” You said, waggling your finger at him.
Sunwoo turned red, avoiding your gaze now. “Please no, don’t do that. I’ll be a good boy.”
“Good because Eric’s been very patient and now it’s his turn for my pussy. Don’t you want to let him feel what you’ve felt?” You asked.
“Yes,” Sunwoo pouted. “Eric should feel good too.”
You reached over to ruffle Sunwoo’s hair with your clean hand. His hand came to grab your wrist and he whined again. “I'm sensitive.”
“I know you are, baby,” You said.
Despite his hand on your wrist, you rubbed his soft ears and Sunwoo cried out in a very different way. “No, my ears are sensitive. I think they--” The both of you watched in fascination as his cock twitched as you rubbed his ears.
“Don’t look!” Sunwoo cried out.
You couldn't help but tease the pouty boy. “Does having your ears touched during sex feel good, Sunwoo. Do you like it?”
“I like it!” Sunwoo shouted angrily. “I like when Eric watches me too!” Then he covered his face in embarrassment.
“Well then,” You laughed under your breath.
You organized everyone according to how you felt this should go. Eric lied on his back and you were going to control his thrusting by bouncing on him. You were going to take Younghoon in your mouth, hopefully, and Sunwoo in your hand. But Sunwoo still had the cockring on and he wasn’t going to be able to come, which wasn't going to help you in the matter. You had read that a withheld orgasm was only going to make him more aggressive the next time, but Sunwoo had to be taught a lesson.
“Eric, I want your ass to stay on that floor at all times,” You commanded.
“Yes, Ma’am,” Eric said docilely.
You straddled his muscled thighs and lined his dick up with your abused hole. At some point, they were going to overcome you or themselves, and it was going to be utter chaos. You were hoping that with three orgasms and three different methods, that they would be somewhat sated and go into a nap-like state to recover. You hoped.
You took your time pushing yourself down on Eric’s length. You were so wet and so used that you didn’t need the time to adjust but you wanted Eric to savor his first time. His mouth made a small ‘o’ in surprise.
“Does it feel good?” You asked Eric, tenderly rubbing his hip bone.
“I like it,” Eric declared immediately. His fists clenched at the sheets below him, careful not to raise his hips, just like you told him to.
“Me next,” Sunwoo whined insistently.
“You sit. And you better sit like a pretty boy, Sunwoo. Can you sit like the pretty boy I know you are?”
Sunwoo’s face heated up again. “Don’t,” he whimpered.
“Who’s my pretty boy?” You cooed. You reached over to rub his ears and he melted into your hand.
“Me. I’m your pretty boy,” Sunwoo responded. He sat pretty, tucking his feet under his bum, with his hands on his knees.
“Good boy, Sunwoo,” You praised him. You rubbed his other ear and his cock twitched with interest. “It’s too bad I’m gonna have Hoonie in my mouth, otherwise, I think I could make you come with just my words, huh, Sunwoo?”
Sunwoo’s eyes went wide. “Could you do that?”
You decided to not tease him any longer. Despite his attitude and his ego, Sunwoo was still only a little bit older than Eric. It showed only sometimes, so you tended to forget.
“Maybe we’ll try another time, hmmm?” You let go of his ear. “I gotta take Hoonie in my mouth now, okay?”
Sunwoo nodded and watched with wide eyes as Younghoon stood up so that his dick was level with your mouth.
“Come put your pretty cock in my mouth, Hoonie,” You cooed.
Younghoon swallowed loudly. “Is it really pretty?”
“You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen,” You hummed.
“Whose other cocks have you seen?” Eric said below you with a pout.
“Don’t you start,” You sent a firm look at the youngest below you. “Sunwoo is bad enough.”
“I’m being good!” Sunwoo protested.
“I’m going to put Younghoon’s dick in my mouth and everyone better behave or you’re all going to have a time out,” You said strictly.
“Be good,” Younghoon also frowned down at the two younger hybrids.
You finally brought Younghoon’s cock to your mouth, holding him down with one hand while engulfing his length into your mouth. Younghoon’s eyelashes fluttered shut. “Oh, that feels very nice.”
You hummed around Younghoon’s length and his hand shot to your hair. “Oh god,” Younghoon groaned.
“What what what?” Sunwoo asked.
“She hummed and it felt so good,” Younghoon admitted.
Sunwoo pouted. “Her hand feels good but I feel strange.”
You started to bounce on Eric and Eric’s hands went to your hips. He guided you down on his length, groaning loudly. “Mmm feels best just like this.”
Younghoon wagged his tail. “I like her rough tongue, actually.”
Sunwoo’s hips began to jerk as your hand ran up and down his length. “I wanna come. I wanna feel good. Why can't I feel good?”
“You were being a bad doggie,” Younghoon supplied. “Bad doggies don't get treats.”
Sunwoo’s cock moved faster in your hand. He was clearly turned on by Younghoon calling him a bad doggie. “I'm not a bad doggie,” Sunwoo said despite himself.
Younghoon shallowly thrusted against your cheek. “You're always a bad doggie, Sunwoo. You get in trouble all the time.”
“Ah ah ah!” Eric cried out.
His butt didn't leave the bed but his hands continued to push you down on him. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder down on Younghoon. You weren't quite sure how long you could keep up this pace; you were tiring.
“I'm not a bad doggie!” Sunwoo insisted, chasing a high he would never find. “I'm a pretty boy!”
“Bad doggie!” Younghoon groaned, getting off on degrading Sunwoo.
Younghoon came messily in your mouth. He didn’t overload you like the other two but it did seem like enjoyed running his cock along your tongue as he came down from his high.
Sunwoo whimpered as Younghoon came. “Please, can I come?”
You came finally, pussy walls clenching down on Eric, sending him to his own climax. “Oh my god, that feels so good, oh my god, what are you doing?”
With your mouth free, you moaned. “Oh god yes, fuck Eric, yes yes yes, that’s so good ugh finally.”
With three different hybrid’s cum having filled you up, there was a mess on Eric’s stomach by now. It pooled into his belly button and down the sides of his sculpted stomach.
Eric sent you a hesitant smile up at you. “Did you feel good too?”
You patted Eric’s cheek affectionately. “Yes, you were the only one that made me come, Eric. You were good. So good.”
Eric glowed with the praise. “Good. I like that.”
You turned solemnly to the trouble of the pack. “Sunwoo?”
Sunwoo’s lower lip trembled and you were afraid he might have been driven too far. “Am I a bad doggie?”
“If you admit that you like being called it. Then I will take off the cock ring and you can come.”
Sunwoo’s eyes widened at his chance. “Yes please.”
Eric and Younghoon sat beside each other, curious as to what was going to happen with Sunwoo.
“Do you like being called a bad, bad doggie, Sunwoo,” You said with a husky voice. “Are you a bad doggie?”
Sunwoo nodded very quickly. “Yes. I like it. Call me a bad doggie.”
You pulled off his cock ring and blew on his sensitive head. “Such a bad doggie with such a big dick. You gonna cum for me, bad doggie? Are you gonna come all over my hand and make a mess?”
Sunwoo cried out at just that, finally achieving his last climax. His eyebrows furrowed almost like he was in pain but you knew he was feeling good. “I’m a bad doggie. Bad doggies make messes.”
“Such a bad doggie,” You confirmed.
“Oh wow,” Eric said.
You sent him a look to discourage him. Sunwoo would be beyond sensitive after being that vulnerable. Eric mimed zipping up his lips, locking it and throwing away the key.
“Nap time!” You clapped your hands suddenly.
The three of them collapsed around each other in the next of blankets on the bed. They slept somewhat soundly. Younghoon was gently lapping at Eric’s nipples, smiling at himself as Eric whimpered at the over stimulation, the younger’s cock twitching. Sunwoo was quivering and grabbed Eric’s hips, starting to rut between the younger’s ass cheeks.
“Don’t you dare penetrate him, Sunwoo,” You hissed. “You’ll hurt him.”
“I’ll be good,” Sunwoo licked his lips lazily. He simply used Eric’s asscheeks to get off. Such a greedy pup.
Even in their slumber, they were still so horny, still so ready to give and take pleasure.
Sunwoo made a mess on the small of Eric’s ass but fell asleep right after with a satisfied smile on his face. Younghoon continued to nuzzle at Eric’s chest. He wasn’t licking Eric’s nipple anymore but he had managed to suck a love bite there. Eric’s cock was leaking again. He hadn't come but he looked like he desperately needed to.
You really hoped and prayed they’d sleep for an hour. You needed the rest. And then the cycle would begin again until their rut had passed. You really really hoped you were going to get that hour though.
Eric turned in his sleep, stomach now against the bed. You watched as his ass clenched, flexing and thrusting into the sheets. His needy whimpers woke up Sunwoo, who blindly reached to comfort Eric but ended up grabbing Younghoon’s twitching cock.
Oh god, that hadn't been enough time!
Sunwoo cracked open an eye but didn’t stop touching Younghoon.
“Feels good,” Younghoon murmured.
You rubbed your face tiredly. And so it begins again.
🩶Summary: when you agree to take on a stray bunny hybrid as a passenger on your transport, you had no idea you'd hit your fertile cycle and lure Seonghwa into a rut
🩶 Masterlist | Day Two: Hongjoong🤍
The lewd noise of squelching fills the cockpit of the ship, Limitless. You aren’t entirely sure anymore where Seonghwa ends, and you begin. All you know is that his cock is the source of your neverending pleasure and you aren’t keen on giving that up anytime soon. You have been riding him in the pilot's chair for who knows how long now, clothes only partially pulled aside or barely discarded in a rush to fuck, fuck, fuck.
You spoke between gasps and pants, unable to halt the movement of your hips. “When you said…you were…a bunny hybrid…you really weren’t…joking.”
“I’m sorry,” Seonghwa whines, even as his hips cant upwards. “I didn’t think this would ever happen.”
Seongwha’s floppy ears bounce with every thrust into you. You push a hand through his hair, brushing his ears as well, and find them just as soft as you hoped.
“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “The days are long in a transport vessel. This will make them interesting.”
Seonghwa closes his eyes, leaning into your touch. He tips his head back and pushes his lips out. “Please.”
The bunny hybrid is addicted to kisses, just as much as his cockhead is addicted to kissing your uterus. His length is literally meant to put babies into you. In fact, he has already come so much that the noises echoing in the cockpit are literally him fucking his cum back into your already full and swollen cunt.
As you slant your lips across his rather plush ones, Seonghwa’s fingers dig into your hips, curving into your ass. “More,” he moans into the kiss.
You plunge your tongue into the cavern of his mouth, tongue lazily engaging with his and your cunt pumps him for more cum. You aren’t sure if crossbreeding is even a thing, but you are past the point of caring, honestly. You just want to hear the desperate mewls of the bunny hybrid under you.
“I’m gonna--” Seonghwa’s pained expression indicates that he is truly close to coming again. “I’m gonna come!”
“Fill me up, handsome,” you purr, and then he unloads inside of you.
You ride him through his high, stopping only after a few pumps to raise yourself above his cock. You both moan in unison as his still-hard cock slips out of your sopping wet cunt. Still, you remain above him, his cum pouring out of your gaping hole.
Seonghwa’s Adam’s apple bobs as he watches. “Don’t do that,” he whines.
“You’re doing such a lousy job of keeping me full, Seonghwa,” you coo mockingly. “Look at it all coming out again! Guess you have no choice but to fuck me some more, hmm?”
The bunny hybrid whimpers tragically. “I’m doing my best.”
You carefully step off your pilot’s seat, legs barely able to handle your own weight. You move over to the navigation console and lean over it tantalizingly. You can feel Seonghwa’s cum dripping down your thighs and you know he has a perfect view of what you’re feeling.
“Are you?” You prompt him, throwing a challenging look over your shoulder.
Seonghwa makes a pitiful noise in the back of his throat and gets up from the cum-soaked seat that he has been glued to. His long fingers skim over your ass and he ruts his wet cock up against your ass cheeks. “I keep filling you up but you keep letting it all come out,” he murmurs in a sulky tone.
“Oh, it’s my fault that you aren’t keeping me plugged up and full of your sweet cum?” you raise an eyebrow at him. “Perhaps I should take my pussy elsewhere and you can try to keep my seat full of your cum instead.”
The hands that have been meandering over your ass tighten in possessiveness, and you feel a triumphant grin pull at your lips. “No. I need to be inside of you. Don’t leave me.”
You turn around and wrap your arms around Seonghwa’s neck. He’s in near-tears from the threat of you taking your hole away from him. “You gonna do a better job then?”
Seonghwa’s nose twitches, and his foot begins to tap impatiently. “I can do it. Give me one more chance. Please?”
You can’t help but fondly bop his nose. The stars reflect in his eyes, and you can not deny him anything in this moment. “I’ll give you one more chance but--”
You gasp as Seonghwa wraps his arms around your waist and hefts you up onto the console. With a hand pressed into each of your thighs, Seonghwa spears into you without any guidance. His eyes roll into the back of his head with the pleasure of being sheathed inside of you once again.
With tiny thrusts, he’s already dumb again. “So good, so good, so good,” he chants.
Your hands are free, and that gives you the opportunity to play with Seonghwa’s pebbled nipples. His shirt has a cheeky slit that makes it easy to reach in and do so. As a result, Seonghwa thrusts into you sharper than he had been.
“Oh god Seonghwa, fuck, just like that, handsome,” You groan.
Seonghwa bites down on his bottom lip and leans in to jack-hammer into you. “I like it when you squeeze me when you come,” he whispers shyly.
You run the back of your finger over Seonghwa’s cheek. “There’s a good bun.”
Seonghwa whines again, collapsing on top of you fully. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. The only space between the two of you is where he lifts his hips to fuck into you. “Wanna make you come,” He murmurs into your neck.
“Oh, it's not just all about you, hmmm?” You can't help but tease.
Seonghwa gently brings his teeth down on your shoulder. It's not a threat; it's more of a way for him to focus. “You're so warm and good to me. Wanna make you feel good, too.”
Your hands get tangled up in Seonghwa’s hair as you feel your climax soon approaching. The rate that he's thrusting into you guarantees that you'll be coming soon. “Hnnnnn, Seonghwa,” You moan.
“Come, pretty, come for me. Make your pretty moans, please. All I want to feel is you clench around me. Please, you're so warm and tight and--”
“Fuck!” You cry out and do just that. Your toes curl as you run through your umpteenth climax, each one better than the next.
Seonghwa whines, and you feel him spurt inside of you, coming little after you squeeze him with your climax. “Gonna fill you up, and it's gonna stay there,” he says into your neck.
You trail the tips of your fingers listlessly along the nape of Seonghwa's neck. “Good job, Bun.”
The bunny hybrid lifts his head so that he can meet your gaze. “Truly?” He wonders, lips pushed out and eyes looking for more praise.
You push some hair out of his eyes, and he blinks cutely at the gesture. “Truly.”
He rests for a moment, having completed his purpose. If not for the faint twitch of his cock calling him back to battle.
“One more time,” Seonghwa whispers against your skin. His hips push against yours, pelvis grinding into your clit.
Oh my goddd. Bunny hybrid Seonghwa is always so hot and cute at the same time it drives me absolutely insane 😍 I love it. Especially when he is a desperate, needy bun
ღfor @lapydiaries March Birthstone Drop
ღPairing: Pirate Captain! Song Mingi x Siren! Reader (f)
ღGenre: angst, suggestive, action
ღAu: fantasy au, pirate au, siren au
ღTrope: arranged marriage, enemies to lovers
ღRated: 18+, MDNI
ღWord Count: 1,291
ღWarnings: toxic relationship, violence, maiming, mentions of self mutiliation (thoughts, not actions)
ღSummary: you live for the sea as much as you live for a fight, and both prove true when it comes to your husband. Chained to a human by marriage, you fight everything in your cruel blood to stay as a wife to the man you despise
ღA/N: influenced by the current book I'm reading: To Kill a Kingdom by Alexandra Christo
ღDivider by @cafekitsune
The scar that ran down across Mingi's right eye--the violence that also made him blind and his iris milky white--had been your gift to him on your wedding night. It was a mark of honor amongst sirens to do that to their mates. Mingi was not your mate, but your husband--you spat at the human term-- so marking him had been a mockery of your rites. So you made him a mockery of a pirate. For how useful was a captain who had lost an eye?
You paid for the act, certainly, as Mingi had you lashed to the bow of the ship, putting your siren sense of direction at work to navigate for him. Being caught between the sea and the air was exhilarating. You begrudgingly respected Mingi for his revenge. At least your ‘husband’ had a cruel edge like your kind admired.
You travelled from the warmer climates of the Auroran Sea to the Ocean of Mist this way, only being cut down when the ship anchored at ports to resupply.
You were just about to dive into the ocean to acquire some much needed substance when Mingi’s sharp whistle almost blew out your precious eardrums.
You turned around to glare at your husband, who motioned you forward, back to the ship.
“Yes, my love?” You mockingly simpered to the captain.
“I would have you dine with me this evening, my wife,” Mingi equally mocked with fine etiquette laced with barbs.
You scrunched your nose in distaste. You hated when Mingi insisted you go on board his ship. Technically, it wasn’t land, but Mingi had gifted you with a blown-glass heart necklace that had some earth from the port Mingi called home. So when you donned it, you grew a pair of legs. Disgusting, weak things that they were, they allowed you to dine with your husband.
“As you wish, you scum-sucking bottom feeder,” You grumbled to yourself, changing direction to the deck that served as your way to get onto the ship.
By the time Mingi arrived, you had finished putting on the dress he had laid out for you. Oh, how your husband enjoyed mocking you. He would put you in finery that mimicked the sea, like this current dress, decked in sparkling aquamarine gems.
“Your father sent a dolphin as a messenger,” Mingi informed you as he cut into his cooked fish.
You would have preferred yours raw. Your jagged teeth, much like a shark's, ached to shred into some scales. However, Mingi didn’t enjoy watching fish juice run down your face while he ate, so you had learned to use a fork and knife, despite hating what they did to the fish.
“Oh, and what does Father Dearest have to say?” You inquired.
“He wishes to inquire why his princess of a daughter has been seen lashed to the front of my ship. He says other pirates are attempting to follow in my footsteps, and when they cannot catch a siren, they carve one from wood in their stead.”
Mingi watched you with his dark eyes, waiting for a reaction.
“Oh, what an honor it is to be married to such a trailblazing pirate,” You intoned. “Father must be proud.”
“In fact, he is. He said that this simply goes to show that he knew he was trusting his only daughter to the right man,” Mingi smirked.
“Stupendous,” You replied, eating a piece of cooked fish.
“Then he informed me he expected my next missive to him to be informing him of the heir to his empire down below,” Mingi said coyly.
You choked on the fish, having been deceived and eaten a bone. Just like your dead mother taught you, you slapped your throat, the thinly cooked bone piercing your neck, and you pulled it out neatly.
Mingi went from looking pleased with himself to absolute disgust at how monster-like you still were, even disguised as a human, in this moment.
“You know,” You said with a voice that was raw from choking. “It is the siren’s way for her mate to wrestle with her until he can show he is the stronger of the two and then he copulates with her.”
Mingi rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. “Must everything be a fight with you?”
You slammed your hand on the table but it did not move, for it was sturdily attached to the floorboards. “Yes, Mingi, I am a Goddess-be-damned Siren. If you’re not strong enough to fight me then you’re not worthy of putting babies inside of me.”
Mingi put his utensils down, grabbed a handkerchief, took his time to shake it out of its folded form, and dabbed at his lips. “Very well,” He said daintily.
You watched him with miss-matched eyes, one the deep, dark blue of the ocean you came from and the other an electric green. Your power over the ocean’s greenery did nothing to serve you above water.
Once Mingi stood up, his stool remaining in place as he swung his legs out, you ran towards the deck. If you could get into the ocean, if you could uncloth yourself quickly enough, if you could chuck the cursed earth heart--your weak legs failed you, however. They collapsed under you before your lofty plans could swim.
Mingi had launched himself on top of you, burying you beneath his larger body, pinning you to the rough wooden floorboards.
“If we were in the water, there would be no contest,” You snarled, struggling in his hold as if you were a fish caught in a net.
“We’re not in the water, wife of mine,” Mingi grunted as he held you close with all his strength.
“I should have killed you in our marriage bed!” You yelled.
Despite your maneuvering, you had to admit defeat. Mingi was stronger than you out of water. You became limp in his hold. Mingi turned your body around until you were face to face with him.
“There’s much more enjoyable actions I could entice you with than murder in our bed,” Mingi said, arching an eyebrow, the one with the scar through it.
“I’m a Siren” you insisted proudly, “Nothing is more enticing than a kill.”
Mingi lifted a hand and you jutted your chin out, expecting for him to hit you for your insolence as to insinuate that killing would be preferable over mating with him. Instead, the pirate captain brushed some of your hair out of your face. A gentle gesture, if not a foolish one.
“When we’re done,” Mingi murmured, “You can go and take a midnight swim.”
“How generous of you,” You deadpanned.
“But you will come back,” Mingi continued.
The hand with his wedding band trailed down the side of your face, the black pearl you had found yourself and gifted him with. A reminder that although he wasn’t your choice, he was still your husband.
“I will come back,” You promised.
“Then perhaps it’s time to appease your father,” Mingi said, eyes hooded, centered on your lips.
You flashed your razor-sharp teeth. “Kiss kiss, husband dearest,” You said in a saccharine voice.
Mingi swallowed loudly. Whether he was turned on by the fear, or turned on from the fight, your husband was hard against your belly. “Will you fight me even on this?” He wondered, hand trailing up under your skirts.
You sighed heavily. “No, Mingi, you’ve earned your right.”
Mingi’s plush lips instead pressed themselves to your neck, quiet kisses giving away from the early fight. “Then perhaps I might earn your pleasure.”
Or perhaps you would rip your baby-making organs out of your body completely and gift it to your father as a way of revenge for his weak, peace-making ways. The night was still young, after all.
