content warning: reader has a pussy, predator/prey dynamic, slight fear play, talking lightly about a scenario of killing reader, objectification, unthorough kink discussion, safeword discussed multiple times but not used, the first Sceam movie used in play (like actually), hiding as part of play, pet names for reader [sweetheart, baby], unspoken consent, face-slapping, humiliation, predatory phrases used as part of play [DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT], "victim" being used for reader, use of knife threatened, unprotected PIV sex, minimal prep, slight dacryphilia, praise questionmark?, aftercare
wc: 4.3k
summary: You were watching scary movies with your boyfriend, which led to making a bet, which led to being hunted down in your own home.
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âOh, come on! That was the most obvious hiding spot you couldâve chosen!â
It was Halloween, and you had roped your boyfriend, Intak, into watching classic horror movies with you. He knew you loved the genre, and even though it wasnât quite his cup of tea, you had been so excited about having your month full of spooks that heâd agreed. He didnât know that you were so passionate about how stupid the victims were in these films. âTheyâre probably not thinking straight! You know, with being chased after by a killer and all!â Intak tried to plead with you to give these characters some grace, feeling bad for them when theyâre just trying their best. âIntak, baby, I love you, but everybody knows that the first place theyâll look is in the closet or under the bed.â
Even though you were arguing with him about the movieâs logic, you never took your eyes off the screen, completely sucked into the movie that was playing. Intak smirked, realising how fun it would be to rile you up. âYeah?â His eyes were looking at you all over. You had comfortable clothes on: a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, as did he. You finally tore your eyes away from the film, finding a moment of calm in the story, turned towards him and said: âYeah,â before going straight back to watching. Intak leaned back, calm and casual as can be, watching the movie before you coming to a bloody end, and spoke up again. âLike you could do any better.â
He knew he was pushing your buttons, and he was enjoying doing so. You scoffed. âPlease, of course I could.â Intak chuckled, smug as can be, seeing as you were walking right into the plan that heâd quickly thought of. âYou wanna bet on that?â His tone was smug, egging you on to prove him wrong. You frowned, turning to look at him again, no longer interested in the movie, as the credits would be rolling across the screen at any time. âWhat, youâre going to hire someone to come and try to kill me to prove a point?â Your eyebrow raised as you asked him, trying to figure out what exactly was going through his head. Only for your questioning jab to be met with a growing smile on his face, one of those you knew meant bad news. He let out a breathy laugh. âToo much of a hassle, why donât I just do it myself?â
You snorted, thinking it was all just a setup for a weird and spooky joke. It wasnât unlike the two of you to make jokes like that, even though that was toeing the line into âtoo weirdâ territory. But he didnât say anything. âWait, are you serious?â His wolfish smile turned a little softer, getting you to relax again after having tensed about the weird comment heâd made. âWell, not like⊠kill you, butâŠâ He leaned forward a little, closer to you, to start the discussion, âI donât know, since youâre so confident that you would do better than any horror movie blonde ever could, I thought I could chase you through the house and see for myself.â
You blinked, not sure if youâd heard right. Intak? Chase you? If you were honest, it sounded pretty fun, and you were definitely up for proving yourself. But⊠âWhy? What do you get out of it?â You raised your eyebrow as you raised the question, squinting to try and read his expression. What you got back was a quick smile and a little shrug. âThe knowledge of having proved you wrong? Being able to use that fact against you sounds nice.â You werenât convinced. Youâd seen Intak fired up when it comes to competition more than a few times, and he almost always got worse when there was a prize for the winner at the end. This wasnât enough of a prize for him. âOut with it. Thatâs not all, is it?â
Suddenly, his smile turned into something else. It was playful, but in an eerie way. His eyes turning predatory made the smile that much more unsettling, and you could feel a rush going through your body, not exactly disliking being looked at by him in that way. âOkay, so maybe that wasnât all I was thinking of for when I winâŠâ You wanted to correct his âwhenâ to âifâ, but his stare was holding you in place, the anticipation of what he would say holding you in limbo. He huffed out a quiet chuckle, seeing you holding your breath until he continued. âMaybe I was thinking that when Iâm hunting my prey, I should be able to devour it when Iâve caught it.â
You sucked in a breath, head spinning at the heavy implication of what he said. Maybe you shouldâve been more alarmed at the way he was speaking about you, objectifying you, viewing you as a thing to win, to conquer. His eyes ran over you as you had your reaction, as if already getting a taste of you as an appetiser before his meal. âIf youâreâŠâ His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, bringing it back shortly with his tongue to bite on the lip before continuing his sentence: â⊠okay with that.â You nodded before a thought had a chance to form at all, heart racing as excitement crept into your veins and had you feeling restless to begin.
He leaned further towards you, eyes staring you down, fingers coming up to catch your chin, pursing his lips and looking not too pleased. âSpeak.â You could barely look him in the eyes with how close he was, and you felt like your voice was robbed from you, but you still did as he said, with embarrassing speed: âYes! Iâm okay with that.â You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, the shifting of your throat catching his attention, and he paused to look at your lips before making eye contact again. âAnd you remember your safeword?â You were about to nod again before you caught yourself and spoke. âCurry.â The corners of his lips were pulled once again, adorning his face with a light smile. It wasnât one that took away the nerves that were buzzing all throughout your body, or one that had your heart sink further. It was one that thickened the tension until you couldnât breathe.
He spoke lowly, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on your skin, as he hadnât moved away, still having you right on the edge of him; not quite having you, but not quite leaving you any wiggle room either. âIâm going to find the first Scream movie and put it on. You have until the first hang-up in the movie before I come after you.â Scream was one of the horror movies that youâd made him watch that Intak had enjoyed the most, and he knew that you had probably watched it so many times that you were aware of when the hang-up happened. Which you did, your eyes wide when realising he wasnât giving you much more than 30 seconds from when the movie started. One corner of his mouth raised, pulling his lips into a smirk, seeing the time limit dawn on you.
He let go of the hold he had on your chin, reaching for the remote that was on the coffee table. You felt frozen in place as he picked it up and started to find the movie on the streaming service that you had. He glanced over at you for a second, amused that you werenât moving even though he hadnât told you that your time only started when the movie did. He took his time pulling up the familiar movie, and it was the longest second in your life between the movie being pulled up and Intak pressing start.
As you heard the recognisable piano, you shot up from the couch, hearing the gunshot and the phone ringing that was right at the intro as you were darting down the hall. The scream that followed was like a shot of adrenaline to your body, trying to think about all the best hiding places in your home. You cussed yourself out for not using the time when Intak was pulling up the movie to think about hiding places, since the rush of everything was scrambling your thoughts. A strike of fear set in when you heard Casey pick up the phone in the movie. You rushed towards your bedroom, seeking safety, before thinking about the things you so proudly had told Intak just a few minutes before. There were no good hiding spots in your bedroom other than the ones you had condemned. You stumbled as you tried to pivot, hearing Intak turning the volume on the TV up high, making sure you could hear the movie clearly, but then you took a quick breath and hurriedly, but silently, went into your bathroom. Youâd wanted to hide in the kitchen, there being more space in there. Or the entrance to your home, seeing as there was quite literally a spacious wardrobe for your coats. But Intak had been right, you couldnât think right with all the adrenaline.
Your whole body tensed as you heard the phone call end in the movie, quickly moving around to see where you could hide well. You decided that heâd probably check the shower first, so you hid in the corner that would be obscured as soon as the door was opened. You were confused at first, seeing as the movie was still playing. Thinking that maybe Intak was just messing with you, you sighed and moved to come out of your hiding place. Until you heard a door down the hall open. Your breath caught, realising that he had left the movie playing, messing with how you were going to be able to hear him move around as he was looking for you. You backed further into the corner.
You almost audibly gasped as the door to the bathroom opened, the sound of the movie playing filling up the space and bouncing off the walls. As you had predicted, he pushed back the shower curtain first. Seeing that you werenât there, he walked out of the bathroom. Heâd left the door open, leaving the little gap between the door and the door frame for you to be able to look out of. You watched as he casually stalked further and further away, going to the other end of the place. As soundlessly as possible, you moved out of your spot and hurried into your bedroom, seeing as that was probably the first door heâd opened to inspect for hiding places. Your hope was that he wasnât going to think about searching somewhere heâd already looked through. You made sure to leave the door just like youâd found it. Not perfectly, though, as you had to rush, but hopefully just enough to not let it be obvious to Intak where youâd moved to, or that youâd moved at all.
Youâd weighed your options quickly, feeling like you could finally think a little more clearly, and thought that if he found you hiding underneath the bed, it was harder to fight or flee in that position (you didnât catch yourself being so immersed in the game the two of you were playing, that you were thinking of fighting your boyfriend). As soon as youâd gotten into the closet and made sure the door was closed enough, you heard him. The movie was still playing loudly in the living room, so Intak almost had to shout. âHave to give you credit! You really didnât pick any of the obvious places. But rest assured, sweetheart, I will find you eventually.â You felt a shudder run through your body, disturbingly turned on by the threatening choice of tone and words coming from your darling boyfriend.
You didnât hear much more from him for a while. It almost seemed like Intak really werenât going to be able to find you. You thought that if he hadnât found you at the end of the movie, you were going to come out and say that you won. But just as you were relaxing, feeling more at ease in your hiding spot, you thought you heard a sound inside the room. You unfortunately couldnât have heard if heâd entered the bedroom again, seeing as he hadnât closed the door behind him when looking in the bedroom the first time, which meant that you couldnât have either when you were running to hide in there. But you thought youâd heard shuffling sounds over the movie. It didnât seem like it fit into the movie, and it also sounded closer than the sound blasting from the living room. Just as youâd finished the thought, you distinctly heard a breathy chuckle just outside the closet doors, as there was a quiet moment in the film, which made it feel like your heart jumped into your throat. In a split second, the doors flew open, and you were once again face-to-face with your boyfriend, now looking absolutely deranged.
âFound you.â
You barely managed to breathe as he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly out of the closet. Your legs had fallen asleep as youâd been camping in the tight space of the closet, and you werenât able to find your footing as you were hauled out of it. Intak didnât seem to mind, as he looked down at you on the floor, half of your body in the air from where he was holding your arm in a tight grip. He stepped closer to you, looking down as he towered over you with a wicked grin. âLook at youâŠâ His head tilted as he spoke, seeming like he was studying you in some way. âYou had so much time, and yet you chose the closet.â He squatted in front of you, letting go of your arm, making the rest of your body fall to the floor, before propping yourself up with your elbow, looking up at him still. âPretty clever to move to a new spot, and yet? You did exactly what you complain about the girls in the movies doing.â His smile widened in a sadistic way, as if heâd just solved some puzzle and was going to use it against you.
âIs it⊠that you wanted me to find you?â You didnât move a muscle; the tension felt like restraints on your body. You werenât going to agree for the sole reason that you didnât want to admit defeat, and you werenât going to deny it, as that somehow felt like lying. You werenât looking to be bested in the competition - or whatever it was - but you also couldnât deny that you were excited about the idea of Intak finding you after he told you about the prize that he had in mind for himself. Intak raised his hand and swung it at you, stopping right before hitting your cheek. Slapping had been something that happened every once in a while when the two of you were going a little bit rougher in the bedroom, but he hadnât exactly asked if you were okay with it in this scenario. In a moment of breaking âcharacterâ, you looked up at him until you were sure that your eyes were connected, and then nodded, giving your consent. You could see a little bit of relief wash over him and thenâŠ
Then he slapped you. âI bet you wanted me to find you. I bet you started dripping the moment I brought up the idea of hunting you down. Isnât that right, sweetheart?â Compared to the way he used the pet name earlier; still with a touch of softness and comfort, this time it felt demeaning and dirty. It was like he was exposing you, humiliating you. And you were loving it.
He stood again, sighing as if this was burdening him in some way, that your eagerness was now demanding something taxing of him, and he looked around, eyes scanning the bed. Then he bent down and unceremoniously picked you up by your limbs, only to toss you onto the bed on your stomach, grabbing your legs to pull at them, straightening you out on the sheets before your mind had caught up on your new predicament. He pounced on you, straddling your hips as he leaned down, close to your ear. âTell me our safeword again.â He leaned the side of his head against yours, a subtle show of affection in the midst of all his harshness. You relaxed a little, feeling his warm skin against yours. âItâs âCurryâ.â Intak quickly, and without any fanfare, leaned to press his lips against your temple. It was only the side of his pursed lips, and so quick that you couldâve missed it, but you welcomed it regardless. And then he was gone again.
You blinked, and he had jumped off you, ripping your sweatpants down, freeing your hips and the top of your thighs, but not any more, trapping the bottom of your legs in the fabric. Your underwear met the same fate, being tugged down curtly, settling right where the waistband of your pants had been left. You gasped as you felt Intak sink his thumb past your slit, your walls contracting around it, entirely unprepared for the intrusion. Intak hummed behind you. âSee, you may lie to me, but your body tells me the truth, and the truth is that you couldnât wait for me to find you and do whatever I want to you. Your wet little cunt is practically begging me for it.â You swore you could hear him groan at the end, and wanting to see how affected he was, you shuffled yourself onto your arms and turned to look behind you. That only rewarded you with being empty again, and Intak putting his entire weight on you as he was pushing you into the mattress.
âNo, no, no, no⊠Youâre not allowed to move. Youâre going to lie there and take it like a good little victim.â His voice was dark and inarticulate, as if mumbling, making him seem that much more unhinged. You whimpered and relaxed all your limbs under him, finally admitting defeat. âGood. Donât want to bring a knife into this unnecessarily, so be good and just let me have my prize.â You were glad that heâd pulled his digit out of you, since the mention of a knife had you clenching around nothing. That was definitely something to bring up at another time. He let his weight off of you again, carefully to see if you were going to try anything again. When you remained still and pliant, he backed off completely and easily started to rid himself of his own sweats and underwear.
Before you knew it, his hard dick pushed into your wet pussy. The slide was easy, even if you hadnât been prepared properly beforehand. Your breath caught in your throat at the stretch you felt as he filled you up, quicker than he would any other time when you werenât prepped. He grunted and started building up a pace to move in and out, and you couldnât help but flail a little, overwhelmed by the feeling of not getting any time to adjust. He caught your arms under you and stopped moving, with only his tip in you. âAre you using your safeword?â You shook your head and took a deep breath, as you got the little pause that youâd been expecting, before burying your face into the sheets beneath you. âThen, stop. moving.â He thrusted back in without any regard for your poor body, taking the pleasure he wanted, your body nothing more than a toy for him.
It didnât take long before his speed increased. Heâd planted his knees on either side of your body, as your legs were stuck together, unable to spread to accommodate Intak, bound together by the fabric of your own clothes. He used the stability of where his knees were digging into the mattress to thrust into you harshly. Your needs felt unimportant, as he was just using your body for his own pleasure, but you knew that he couldnât disregard them entirely. He was bordering on animalistic, the way he was bullying himself into your body at his own pace, but it wouldnât be Intak if he werenât also concerned about you feeling good. He trusted that you would tell him if it was actually not pleasant for you. Youâd used your safeword before, and you knew that it would halt everything until you were ready again, or just stop the whole thing entirely. But still, he was growing a little uncertain about the scene that the two of you were in. Until he pulled your face up from the sheets by your hair.
What he heard when he pulled you from your new hiding place was pathetic moans and whines, sounding defeated. What he saw was tears. Tears had been rolling steadily from your eyes at how good but intense it all felt. It wasnât the first time that youâd cried during sex, so Intak wasnât the least bit concerned anymore when he saw and heard you. He moaned loudly and his hips stuttered before resuming with new vigour. âFuck, look at your tears. Do you feel good, sweetheart? Do you like being taken like this?â You tried to hum in agreement to his questions, but all that came out was more whimpering, so he smirked and used his grip on your hair to nod your head for you. âThere you go, doing what I ask of you so well, even when I have to help you.â He dropped your head again, but made sure that your head was tilted to the side, so that you couldnât hide your moans and flowing tears from him.
Your continuous moans spurred Intak on, thrusts growing harder and deeper, but also sending him closer and closer to the edge. His grunts and moans grew more desperate, and he couldnât help but grab your hips and move your body to meet his thrusts. âAh-, oh f-, shit, baby, Iâm almost there.â His words came out as a plea, a plea that you were just as close as he was. Intak mightâve let the energy of the competition affect him, but he would hate it if you werenât going to cum together with him. You tried to answer that you were right there with him, on the edge of an orgasm, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a cry at the pleasure filling your entire body. But Intak knew. He knew you better than anyone else.
As soon as Intak snuck one of his hands between your body and the bed, fingers landing perfectly at your clit, your walls started tightening around him. He let out a choked noise, head falling onto your shoulder, as he was having a harder time keeping himself upright over you. âCâmon, baby, you first, then meâ. Your head was spinning, feeling pleasure fogging up your mind, but also noticing things like Intak calling you baby instead of the condescending âsweetheartâ, and how sweaty he was feeling against where his face was buried into your shoulder.
Your moans grew higher in volume and pitch as he worked his fingers against your clit, and your body started writhing again, as the sensations were all too much and your orgasm was coming on too fast. âI know, I know,â Intak shushed you, quickly working you into the most wrecking orgasm youâd ever had. It was like an electrical current was running through you, and your vision went white as your body convulsed under Intak. Your ear was filled with the sweet sounds of Intakâs delicious moans as he came too, which seemed to be the only thing that anchored you to reality.
You couldnât move your body. Even as you were coming out of the bone-shattering orgasm, and Intak had moved off you, you couldnât move your limbs. You let out a weak âIntak,â and he chuckled softly and moved to pull you on top of him, so that you were lying on his chest, with his arms tightly around you, holding you together. He pulled you further up, so that he could place a million kisses on the top of your head. You stayed there for a while, sensations other than the buzzing of the orgasm finally returning to your body, which had you groaning, knowing that it was going to be sore for at least the next few days.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â Intakâs voice was soft and small, raising one of his hands to move some of your hair out of your face. You knew there was more to the question. He wanted to know if heâd stepped over a line, even if you hadnât used the safeword set in place for times like that. You tried lifting your head. It was hard but doable, even though exhaustion was settling into your entire body. You moved your head so that your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, humming out. âIâm okay, Intak.â You nuzzled further in, feeling warm and safe, fitting yourself against his body like a puzzle piece being put into place. âAnd I didnât-â. You felt his pulse rise as he was starting to ask the question, but you didnât let him finish it before answering. âNo, you didnât cross the line, or do anything I was uncomfortable with. You also didnât make me feel like I couldnât tell you if you did, or make me feel unsafe around you in any way. I liked it. A lot.â You felt him physically relax as you answered all the questions he had, without even having to hear them.
âI love you.â âI love you too.â
âAlso, I proved my point. Hiding isnât easy when the adrenaline is pumping, huh?â He just couldnât help himself.
a/n: so at some point i realised that this maybe wouldn't read much as intak, which... oops. but it was too far into the story to change at that point, plus, it's pretty good nevertheless. sorry intak bby about the mischaracterisation.
also... i'm sorry this is hella late. i actually had it done the 30th but then stuff happened once again and it got so so delayed. one of the things that happened was getting piwon tickets tho!!! so, happy coincidence :D
âMaybe you shouldâve been more alarmed at the way he was speaking about you, objectifying you, viewing you as a thing to win, to conquer. His eyes ran over you as you had your reaction, as if already getting a taste of you as an appetiser before his meal.â
the writing is SO good and atmospheric fuck đ€đŒđ€đŒđ€đŒ
oh my god thank you for that dinna????? tbh this has had me giggling for several hours!! i'm so so happy you liked the writing style, as it was a little new to me, creating suspense and tension with my writing in this way đ„čâšïž
ngl i'm having a hard time looking away from this photo.... fuck I mean the angle doesn't show much of his face and it's dark and stuff but Wow he's beautiful
lol lune is always low on the mtl list. do you think there is anything he is high on the list for?
I kinda think he'd be high for sensory deprivation or light bondage, both giving and receiving, but purely soft dom vibes yk
thoughts?
I feel like the reason lune always end up low for for me is I always end up doing the things that my biases would be high on (rijune and changmin ) and I feel like they are kinda on the opposite sides .
I feel like for lune things such as a sensory deprivation and definitely being restrained.
Tbh I feel like he is a verse but definitely does enjoy being able to control his partner with simple words and or actions. He would like for you be able to sit still and hold you hand behind you just because he said so , no physical restraint needed.
HEHRJJFHF THERE'S LITERALLY NO NEED!!! I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head since I saw this anyway and I feel like having a quiet productive day but haven't known what to do. might just write actually
lol lune is always low on the mtl list. do you think there is anything he is high on the list for?
I kinda think he'd be high for sensory deprivation or light bondage, both giving and receiving, but purely soft dom vibes yk
thoughts?
I feel like the reason lune always end up low for for me is I always end up doing the things that my biases would be high on (rijune and changmin ) and I feel like they are kinda on the opposite sides .
I feel like for lune things such as a sensory deprivation and definitely being restrained.
Tbh I feel like he is a verse but definitely does enjoy being able to control his partner with simple words and or actions. He would like for you be able to sit still and hold you hand behind you just because he said so , no physical restraint needed.
pairing: Haku Shota (Soul) x Kim Jongseob
content warning: heterosexual T4T, ftm trans guy!Soul, mtf trans girl!Jongseob, minimal plot/mostly smut, both Soul and Jongseob are on HRT (Hormone Replacement Therapy) but haven't had any surgeries, semi-unprotected PIV sex (no condoms but Soul is on birth control), non-supportive family, found family, gender dysphoria (+ euphoria), mention of surgery, Soul takes charge and can seem a little dominant, words like "pussy", "clit", "cunt" etc. used to describe Soul's genitalia, words like "dick", "cock", "head" etc. used to describe Jongseob's genitalia, "good girl" used, crying in pleasure, creampie, aftercare
wc: 2.9k
summary: Two horny people going through a second puberty and an empty apartment, aka Seobie lets her boyfriend, Shota, take care of his and her pleasure..
This is a fic about two trans people having sex. If that makes you uncomfortable, then keep scrolling. I will not tolerate any transphobia.
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Coming crashing into her own apartment wasn't what Seobie had had in mind when she started the day. Not apologising to her cat when the poor thing ran away in shock at the loud noises was going to haunt her later, but at that moment, there wasn't much space in her head that wasn't occupied by her hot boyfriend. Shota was also going to have to say sorry to poor Void later; Seobie was going to make him. Her poor kitty... She had half a mind to think about it, right until Shota put his hands on her waist again, digging his fingers into her flesh and deepening the kisses, as if to eat every thought that wasn't about him. He got what he wanted, as all worries of household pets, neighbours, or that one window she had slightly cracked open, had vanished. All that was left was the way Shota quickly walked them into Seobie's bedroom and pushed her down on the bed.
She knew he was the silent type most of the time, yet she thought maybe he would say something before getting right to it, but alas. As Seobie was thrown onto the bed, Shota crawled up and kissed her again as he worked his hands underneath all her layered shirts. He then, with incredible speed, leaned down to kiss her stomach where he had exposed her skin. Seobie gasped and whined as her skin sang with stimulation, brought on by Shota's lips and tongue, working all over her deliciously soft skin, something he'd lost a while ago.
Shota had started on hormones long before Seobie had, and his progress was incredible. He had had a lot of support from his older brother, Keeho, when he had come out as transgender to him. Keeho had taken Shota under his wing to "introduce him to guyhood", acting as a parent in that regard. It wasn't as if their parents didn't accept him; they just didn't understand a lot of what being a trans guy was, and therefore, he'd been reluctant to ask his dad for help when it came to navigating male puberty. He was happy to have Keeho by his side.
It had been a rockier road for Seobie. She'd come out to her parents with Shota by her side, holding hands while getting the words out, needing the support. She was also thinking that they'd have a less explosive reaction if he were there. She was wrong. They'd given her a few hours to pack her stuff and move out, and since she wasn't a minor anymore, it was well within their right to do so. Keeho offered for her to stay with him and Shota, half-joking about it being under the condition that they'd keep whatever sex life they had to when he wasn't around, which Seobie agreed to while blushing wildly. Even though Keeho had expressed that it was their home too and that they could be a couple and do couple-things, it was still not quite comfortable for them to... explore in that regard. Shota and Seobie had yet to experiment a lot with being intimate and what it meant for them, so doing it in a space that also belonged to Shota's big brother was not getting any of them in the mood.
Since Seobie was not financially independent at the time and she hadn't wanted to rely on Keeho's kindness too much, even when he'd told her that he could probably swing covering some of the cost for her if she were to start on hormones, it took a while for her to be able to start on HRT. Shota was able to, though. He had found work at a small restaurant that needed servers and had accepted who he was. Through that, Shota was able to pay what he needed to start on testosterone; Keeho was still covering a bit of the cost for the medicine, since he was the only one working full-time.
The changes in Shota were fascinating to watch, even if Seobie was envious that he could start his medical journey before her. She saw him growing broader on top while his waist filled out, and suddenly it was harder to hold back from being all over him in the shared apartment. Not only was his body becoming more masculine through hormones, paired with time spent shaping his body at the gym, but his attitude had also changed, as he became more confident and comfortable in himself. But as much as the changes in him made her all needy for him, there were bad nights, where Seobie was crying and wouldn't let Shota hold her unless she was wrapped up in a thick blanket, to hide her body away.
It took half a year of doing odd jobs before she found a stable job in a warehouse. It only took that long because Shota hated the idea of her working somewhere where she had to compromise on her gender expression. She was grateful for his show of disapproval, since she would probably have given in to desperation and worked somewhere that made her miserable without his care, needing the money to finally start her own hormone treatment. They'd had a talk with Keeho about the situation. Shota had been saying that he'd take more hours at the restaurant to cover Seobie's part of the rent and food, which Keeho had denied, telling his younger brother not to worry about it. But after working a good amount of time, Seobie had gotten a steady income and even had enough savings to get a place of her own. She found a small apartment, just big enough for her and the kitten she was looking to adopt. It had been a little farther away from the centre of the city, but she didn't mind that. It was her place.
Her place that Shota frequently visited. Shota loved living with his brother. Knowing that he needed help sometimes, especially since he was looking into getting top surgery and would need someone there while he healed. But there was something freeing about having your own place, away from family members, and Shota used Seobie's apartment as such, which Seobie teased him about. It hadn't taken long before the two felt at home and started to use the privacy as they wanted.
"Sh-Shota, can I see you?" Seobie sounded so cute. Shota didn't say it, but Seobie finally starting on HRT was the best thing that could've happened to their dating life; sex life included. She felt more secure in her body and allowed Shota to see more of it, and it was beautiful. She was growing plumper in places that made her have a womanly figure, though her waist was still as small as ever, maybe even smaller in comparison to how the rest of her filled out. But Shota's favourite part of her growth was her boobs. It was still early in her journey, but she was starting to grow boobs, and they were sensitive. He pushed her layered tops up further, showing off the cute sports bra from Calvin Klein that he had gotten for her. He let his thumbs slide ever so slightly under the elastic band and run over her skin underneath it, his mouth descending to place kisses on her stiff nipples through the fabric, eliciting the cutest little moan from his girlfriend. "Shota, please." He could hear the pout in her voice and pulled himself off her soft body, getting a good look down at her from above.
She was beautiful like that, her pretty little emo, or alternative, outfit she'd picked out that morning was all messed up; the tops bunched up just above her chest, long skirt pulled up to show her ripped stockings (ripped in a "fashionable way", he'd been told). Her dark makeup was a little smudged, both from having been worn through the day and from them suddenly being all over each other. Her straightened blonde hair, which was shorter today as she had decided not to wear her extensions, was splayed out on the sheets beneath her, giving her a sort of halo. "Yes, Seobie?" Shota could see a small shudder going through her at the use of her chosen name. After she'd officially changed it to the nickname that her favourite people used for her, leaving her birth name behind, she had a physical reaction when she was called by the name; euphoria manifested for others to witness. And it didn't last long before Shota noticed the effect it had on her when he called her by her newly official name during sex.
Her eyes looked like they were pleading with him. She looked so soft and pliable underneath him, sprawled out on her own bed. Shota couldn't imagine anything sexier than her looking like that under him. "Can I see you?" She was testing the waters, seeing where Shota was at; was it a bad or an okay dysphoria day? He answered her by hooking his thumbs in the neck of his t-shirt, ripping it over his head to show his own chest being taped to make it flatter. He smirked when he looked down and saw his girlfriend in awe of his body; toned and strong, with a happy trail leading into his pants. He leaned over her to reach up and cup her cheek, bringing her attention right back to his piercing eyes, as they seemed like they could look right into her brain and read all the filthy thoughts that were swarming in there. "Can I taste you?" Shota wanted to coo at her soft voice, call her cute when her words were far from. Her earnestness had his clit throbbing. Something about how sincere she was about wanting him had him dizzy with need. "Yes, baby. Of course, you can taste me. Can I taste you at the same time?"
The speed at which Seobie nodded to answer his question would almost be pathetic if it hadn't been so pure. Shota stepped down from the bed to see a prominent bulge straining underneath Seobie's cute, flowy skirt. He softly helped her out of the rest of her clothes, making sure nothing ripped the way it wasn't supposed to, before making quick work of discarding his jeans and boxers. Crawling up on the bed again, Shota could hear a small whimper coming from Seobie, seeing his engorged clit erect before her. He crawled up and turned around, his pussy hovering above his eager girlfriend's face as he got in position to grab a hold of Seobie's hard dick. He stroked her a few times before sinking his mouth onto her cute head, lowering his hips to start grinding his own bottom growth into her mouth at the same time. The moan leaving Seobie's mouth and vibrating against Shota's clit and folds was filthy, like she'd been waiting for this moment since she saw him that day, and he couldn't help groaning as he sank lower on her cock, stimulating it with vibrations too.
Seobie was in heaven. Not only was she getting sucked off by the one person who had discovered all her most pleasurable spots, but she was also drowning in his pussy, which was getting wetter by the second, slowly covering Seobie's mouth and chin in the sticky substance. Shota, feeling his girlfriend losing herself in his cunt, pulled off her dick to grind harder into her mouth, savouring the way her tongue played with his large clit, sending little shocks of pleasure all through his body. He kept stroking her until he felt her start grabbing at his thighs, knowing it was about time to move on. He lifted himself off her face, grinning a little at the whine following not being able to eat him anymore. Shota quickly straddled Seobie's hips, his own just low enough to feel his girl's cock jumping and knocking for entrance against his lips. He supported himself by placing his hands on either side of Seobie's head, caging her in and making her feel small.
"Look at me, Seobie." Her eyes shot up to connect to his, and as soon as he found her gaze locked with his, he lowered himself onto her hard cock. The head of Seobie's dick slipped against his wet slit, hitting his clit in a delicious way. A cute cry was ripped from her throat, hands coming up to hold onto her boyfriend's sturdy forearms. He kept grinding on her like that, covering her length with juices coming from his slit, dripping onto her the more he used her to grind against. To her surprise, he leaned down to kiss her cheek before shifting his weight onto one arm, bringing the other down to guide Seobie into his waiting hole. The slide was like nothing else. Seobie could feel how wet and warm Shota was around her, making her eyes screw shut at the pleasure shooting through her. Her hand gripped onto his arm, which again had found its place right beside her head. She almost cried when she heard Shota say "good girl" under his breath, as he started bouncing on her, working up their pace. It felt so good to have her boyfriend use her cock like it belonged to him, which she would argue that it did, as he knew how to use it better than she did herself.
Seobie felt tears well up in her eyes and a desperate sound being ripped from her throat when Shota sat himself all the way onto her dick, grinding his grown clit against her pelvis. She could feel his movements twitch slightly and could faintly hear his deep moans, but what really had her crying was feeling Shota's pussy contract around her cock, massaging it deeply. "Sh-Shota!" Seobie cried out, her grip getting tighter on his arms, holding on for dear life. Before Seobie knew it, Shota had pried her hands off his arms, wrapped her arms around his lower back, and only held himself over her on his elbows, almost lying on top of her as he started grinding harder on her cock. He leaned down to kiss her tears away, implying that he knew it was a lot for her and that he got her. Shota was also reaching his edge, not being able to last much longer on his girlfriend's delicious dick while his own was rubbing against her soft mound. Shota snuck his arm underneath Seobie's neck, holding her close and himself above her, and leaned down to kiss her messily, while his other hand went down to gently fondle her breasts, paying special attention to her sensitive nipples.
Uncontrollable cries left Seobie's mouth, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of pleasure and stimulation happening to her poor nerves, and Shota just kissed her through it, moving from her mouth to her cheek, down to her neck. He never kissed her harshly; they were comforting kisses; kisses to soothe his cute, overwhelmed girlfriend as he was getting both of them to that sweet edge. "Sh-Sho-, ah!, please come, ple-please. I need you. Please." Whether Seobie knew it or not, those whines and pleas were the ones pushing him right over the edge, falling headfirst into his orgasm, moans drawn out, and pussy gripping his girlfriend tightly. Panting, he leaned down closer to Seobie's ear and whispered to her directly, as if anyone was around to hear it, and therefore he'd need to tell her in a way only she could hear. "Such a good girl, letting me come first. So sweet and considerate. Now it's your turn, my pretty girl."
"But-But, we aren't using a condom,-" Shota shushed her, kissing her on the shell of her ear. "I started on the pill, remember? So don't you worry about that." And as if Seobie had been held back by a single password, the doors to ecstasy opened, and she plunged into it, bucking her hips into her boyfriend's still-twitching hole, filling it up.
Seobie loved the aftermath. Lying, boneless from a good orgasm, spent in the best way, and with her doting boyfriend kissing all over her. He was quick to help her feel comfortable and warm, cleaning her up and putting her in her soft pyjamas. He would move so smoothly and silently through her apartment; it took a few times of them having sex there before she knew what exactly he was doing while she was receiving the ultimate princess treatment. He was gathering water and some soft rags that he'd bought specifically for clean-up, so that they wouldn't accidentally use one of the ones Seobie used for skincare. He was also going to the toilet, which was something he quickly learned to do after penetrative sex, when a bad UTI had given him grief after a wonderful night together with Seobie. This time, he also scooped up Void in his arms, mumbling apologies into her fur, sorry about scaring the kitten earlier. Void, who had been used to him by now, let him pick her up with ease. He put her down on the bed and watched as the black cat found her place, cuddled up in front of Seobie, who had rolled over on her side. Shota, himself, laid behind the girl, wrapping his big arms around her frame, holding her close as he kissed her cheek one last time before wishing her nice dreams and then promptly gave himself away to sweet unconsciousness.
a/n: holy shit that has been sitting around for a while and i finally decided to post it. good thing i did, as it needed some rewriting and also, great timing for it lmao. i hope you enjoyed! i'm sorry if there are any inaccuracies about medicine and bodily functions when it comes to transitioning, i'm unfortunately not super knowledgeable about that. anywho... girlseob and transguy soul supremacy - love, your local trans writer
can we talk about changmin's newest post and how he shows slut in such different ways? man is masterful in taking slutty photos
we have idol twink-ish slut over here in the studio. would absolutely kill as an insta post on its own with some cringe deep lyrics as the caption
honestly wow I want him like that he looks a little emo/alt too and I wanna devour him
fuckboy slut?????? you know he's slept with everything that breathes and he knows you lowkey wanna be next vibes
back in my pickme era apparently sigh
boyfriend slut, which i know wouldn't be a problem for all slutty-men-enjoyers but... for some this is the worst one I know it
it's like... going to the bath house and sauna with him and seeing him all soft and comfortable but also SWEATY RAWRRR
campus/cafe crush slut realness to the MAX. like you'd get eye contact with him once and you'd be in a puddle and he's drinking it up if he catches it...
I would go to the cafe to do homework and I would spend the time fantasising about him instead I just know it
hey. i'm not sure how many people are here to get this notice, but i'm thinking of perhaps retiring from posting my writing on this blog.
after i've written more and more on my "nsfw writing blog" that... turned out not to be nsfw, i was thinking about how little i have been able to separate nsfw and sfw works.
if i go through with this, the future of this blog will probably look like keeping this as a fic rec blog. i will post the stuff i have in my drafts as i finish it, and will answer the few requests i have in my askbox when i post the final product on my other blog. i will keep the fics/content i've posted here as well, but add them to the masterlist on @enbyjjunie
i hope to see anyone who only follows me here on the other blog and i would also love to see people stick around for fanfic recommendations from me.
It had been about a week without Junseo. He'd had to be excused from practice, and schedules had been planned around him. It wasn't something worrying; it was a normal occurrence. 'It' being his rut.
Junseo had been in his room with his door locked for most of the time. The alphas' side of the dorm closed off to the omegas. It wasn't because they weren't allowed there while one of the pack's alphas was going through a rut, especially not Junseo, but as to not make the rut longer and more painful, they all agreed to keep omega pheromones away for the time.
As Junseo was coming out of the haze of the rut, he cringed, feeling his sticky sheets cling to his damp skin. The idea, though, of doing laundry and even changing his sheets, was too heavy on him. His feeling of inadequacy, being an alpha with a strong instinct for mating and also fathering pups and yet not having done that yet, it stuck. Fortunately, he knew how to handle the feeling of depression that would hit after a rut. It was trained into his routine at this point.
He got up, unsticking his sheets from his glowing skin. He had to hold onto his shelf, as he got woozy from doing so, reminding him of how little he's been eating and drinking. The rest of the pack, mostly the leaders, would make sure to make and bring him food and liquids, both packed full of nutrition and electrolytes, to make sure he was getting what he needed. Most of the time, it was Dongil preparing it and Changmin placing it outside his door.
He threw on some shorts, leaving any tops behind, as well as underwear, knowing that they'd just get unnecessarily gross, as he was just going to take a shower anyway. He carefully looked outside his door, seeing if they'd left him something in the hallway. He didn't find food, but instead found a note saying "food in fridge for you <3". He smiled a tired smile, pocketing the note to keep with him. He made his way to the kitchen, quickly grabbing a sportsdrink to get some of his energy and strength back. He thought about getting the food, but the feeling of his sweaty body had him postponing that for later.
The shower was nice. Feeling fresh and clean was sorely needed. Junseo made a mental note to buy a pack of wetwipes for his ruts. He left his shorts on the floor of the bathroom, quietly apologising to the others for doing so, knowing that he didn't need to. They all understood. Going into his bedroom and finding a soft pair of pyjamas was fine, but then his eyes fell on his bed. He could strip it of the dirty sheets and sleep on a naked bed. It was something he'd done before he was in the pack. But seeing his bed being empty and the air heavy with silence, he couldn't help but want to cry. He didn't want to be alone, not when he was stuck being reminded of the lack of a mate with him. He felt the ache in his chest get stronger. Today was not the day. Instead, he walked out, quickly swinging by the kitchen to get the chicken dish somebody had set aside for him.
Lune was cuddled up in the nest-like mattress, pillows, and blankets-situation he'd built underneath his raised bed. He was watching Single's Inferno on his tablet, calmly following the actions and stories of the people in it, when he heard a soft knock on the door. He smiled as he got up, having been waiting for Junseo to come and find him. When he opened the door, he saw the big, freshly showered man, although with the way he was hunching over, he didn't look so big.
"C'mere." Not much more was needed, as he swiftly took the food from Junseo, the larger boy crashing into his arms. He slowly got both of them over to the nest, himself down first, and then Junseo on top of him. He set the food on the tiny table that was beside the comfortable setting and wrapped his arms around Junseo, bringing his face to his neck, letting the alpha be comforted by being pressed into his scent glands.
Junseo let out a shaky breath, finally feeling like it was safe enough to breathe and relax. He nuzzled his nose into the soft, warm neck of Lune, loving the feeling of the older's pulse thumping against his forehead. Lune's scent was the most calming out of everyone in the pack; a mix of clean linen and summer rain. It was barely noticeable normally, but with his nose pressed into the scent gland like that, the smell washed over him.
Lune let his hands run over Junseo's hair, petting him. He had paused the reality programme, knowing that Junseo could need to talk a little. "Was it a tough one?" His voice was soft and low in volume. He could feel Junseo's eyelashes flutter against the skin of his neck before he nodded slightly. Lune wrapped his arms around the body lying on top of him and took a deep breath, happy when he felt Junseo match it, taking deep breaths together.
They breathed together for a little before Lune spoke up again. "You're not a bad alpha." He felt Junseo's body tense up, but held him tighter, lifting his head a little to give more access to his scent. "You're not. You're battling with your instincts so much. They tell you that another rut without a mate makes you a defective alpha, but you're not." Junseo burrowed further into Lune's hold as he listened. His alpha had never stood a chance at blaming him when Lune told him that he was okay like this.
When they were all first becoming a pack, Junseo was a mess every time he had a rut. Being a group of people didn't constitute being a pack, but most naturally formed one as they found family and closeness within their group. They'd been worried about him, as he had depressive episodes every time he went through a rut, and he hadn't been quite forthcoming about why. When he finally told them, they were all quick to validate his feelings and support him through it, telling him that his instincts weren't who he was, that he was much more than that. But he never quite believed them fully. It was only when he came to Lune one night, absolutely broken after an intense rut, pushing him into a cycle of yearning and self-loathing. He broke down to the hyung, but at some point, Lune was able to placate and soothe Junseo's alpha, something no one else had been able to do.
"I'm not a bad alpha," Junseo spoke, words muffled as he didn't pull away from the nook his head was slotted into. Lune smiled and started petting the younger's hair again. "Far from it." He felt Junseo's eyelashes against him again, this time fluttering shut.
It didn't take long before Lune was able to coax Junseo to separate from him a little, to feed the larger boy, and then pressing play on the show he had been watching after asking if Junseo wanted to watch it with him. The younger had nodded, but as soon as his food was eaten, he cuddled into Lune's neck again and soon after fell asleep there, the show softly playing in the background and hands softly luring him deeper into relaxation by gently stroking his back.
I have not been able to stop thinking about this specific Harry June since Maeve posted their thoughts about dkb omegaverse and I just had to . Please enjoy đ
Harry June presenting :
19 years old Harry June presenting as a alpha -
Itâs been a week since Harry has started to nest like crazy , he usually loved having one of the omegas in the group make him a nest for him to sleep in every night specially dongil . However this week his been going insane , always grumpy, spending way too long in his nest , even going as far as stealing everything and anything that smells like any of his hyungs . Almost all the members were sure he was gonna present as an omega . The way he kept on wanting to be babied , even more than usual , to almost always being stuck to Junseo and Changmin , to the point of not being to sleep unless one of them scents him before bed , everyone but Dongil was ready for another omega in their group . Dongil knew almost like he could tell that there was no way his little baby was gonna be an omega , it was very very subtle changes that proved that him . Always being over protective of him and Gwanghyun . The way Harry was slowly more and more comfortable getting scented by him instead of changmin , getting angry at Junseo over the most random things but still going back to him before bed time .
Harry walking in home from practice and all he wants to do is to go sleep in his nest , his mussels are aching , he feels like he is most tired he has ever been and he can barely stay up . Almost like his body was on fire . He was soo grumpy and dint wanna talk to anyone and the way his dorm room smelled was making him so angry and he had no idea why .
He just walked into the shower trying to get the smell of wear off of him . The moment he stepped into the shower all he could think about was the sweet sweet smell of his omegas that were lingering on his cloths , all he could feel was the heat rushing down south . He was so horny all of a sudden , anger replaced with want and before he knew it he was cunning in his own hand .
Going to sleep was a lot harder than he though , he wanted his nest but also every time he cough a sniff of Changmin or Junseoâs scent he got angry for no reason , he was so frustrated and and annoyed at him self no idea that he was sticking up the room .
Dongil being the caring omega he was went to check on Harry the money he heard the youngerâs annoyed huffs and goosing around , the moment he walks in getting hit with new scent he knew was from his baby . Harry whining the moment he noticed Dongil in his room and just begging for his hyung to join his nest , almost acting like he is in heat , âhyungie please please , just cuddle me I promise to behave â whining and begging Dongil .
Dongil the care taker he is joins harry on his nest but making him promise to not do anything while Dongil is in his nest , kissing his whole face and scenting him the whole day till Harryâs rut breaks , even though Harryâs rut goes for way longer than its supposed to , he stays with Harry , canceling practice and only leaving Harryâs nest to use the toilet or giving Harry a few minutes of privacy to get ride of his problem .
as i see it [alphas: changmin, junseo, harry][betas: heechan, lune, yuku][omegas: dongil, gwanghyun] but i'm open for other opinions
changmin and dongil would be SO in tune with each other after years of being able to pick up on when the other's scent sours by stress
dongil would be the one to approach harry at the start after finding that the boy found him the safest, lending harry a shirt or something with his scent when the boy got anxious
the leaders are very lax about if the members wanna take suppressors or not and thinks that it's a personal choice, but most of them don't take them when they're chilling at home or just going to the company to practice
I do think our two omegas choose to take them, dongil doesn't want to be questioned every time people find out he's one of the leaders and gwanghyun is annoyed by untrained alphas trying to get to him bc of his sweet scent
and I also think junseo takes the alpha version. scent suppressors for alphas aren't a widespread thing, but he feels more comfortable taking them when they're working with other packs and groups
the studio changmin uses would REEK when he writes and produces his horny songs
lune's room would be the place that's the most comfortable to hang out in when he was the only without roommates, seeing as there weren't that many scents fighting for power
heechan would scent junseo a LOT and would make sure he's bathed in junseo's scent too, only for gwanghyun to get one sniff of it and claim heechan for a couple of hours to scent him thoroughly to get junseo's scent off, even though he knows they're best friends
and even then, junseo's scent would always have a hint of lune's scent mixed in
if they were still living in the dorms split up on two floors, they found it easier to not have alphas and omegas mixed on the floors
people don't usually clock dongil as an omega and he doesn't correct their assumptions, which harry used to get very angry about. he didn't understand the social power of being assumed to be an alpha. but to this day, harry is very outspoken about his pride in his omega leader.
gwanghyun nests a Lot and heechan is always a must-have in his nest, even when they're fighting
heechan isn't as aware of the dynamics at play for the alphas and omegas, which is why he doesn't think a lot about the scenting-thing. he just likes smelling of his beloveds.
when junseo doesn't take his suppressors, the others take advantage fully, getting him riled up and playfighting to get scented by him, because out of all of them, he has the most comforting alpha-scent.
yuku is their strongest-smelling beta, so much so that other people don't believe him when he says he is one. he keeps high spirits, but he's annoyed by people going by the stereotype of all betas not having a strong scent. (probably has to do a little with him having gotten most of his scent from his dad)
harry is their baby alpha. he's so spoiled and will always be scented, he just has to ask. he tends to want a good mix of the whole pack's scents on him at all times.
he's the only alpha who really nests in the group!! it has to do with his need for their scents, collecting clothes from them all to keep close to him.
he also let's other people outside the pack scent him a little if they're good friends, but he always come right back to get re-scented by one of his hyungs.
when it comes to ruts and heats, it's chaotic:
dongil's heats can hit him pretty hard if he's in a high-stress time and if he hasn't taken breaks from his suppressors. he tends to lock himself in his room, the only alpha he lets in is harry, unless he's desperate and in need of a specific type of alpha support (the pheromones can soothe his heat).
changmin's ruts are hard but he has a handle on them by now. plus he uses them as inspiration for his songwriting. he doesn't let ANY of the other alphas near him during that time. he only lets harry get close enough to steal a shirt before shooing him off again.
gwanghyun's heats has the whole dorm on a lockdown. he's already smelling good on normal days, his heats are insane. one time they had to fend off an alpha delivery person, who had gotten a little too close and smelled him when he dropped off a package (even though they requested an omega or beta deliverer.)
heechan is very sensitive to the heats going on in the pack, and can sometimes experience pseudo-heats. a lot of whining and clinginess and being needy. if gwanghyun's heat is the one triggering him, he spends it with the omega, if dongil's heat is the one triggering him, he usually clings to junseo.
lune keeps AWAY from the heats and the ruts. they feel overwhelming to him. he can feel a little guilty, but after many many talks, he's reassured that he's helping by comforting other pack members during those times.
junseo needs a lot of care from everyone in the pack during his ruts. he's the one with the strongest sense of needing to breed and mate, which he's thankfully learned to control around heats. but that means that he can get pretty depressed during his ruts, knowing that he's not allowed to try for pups during this time.
where heechan gets pseudo-heats, yuku can gets pseudo-ruts, but it's only been noticeable when changmin and junseo is having their ruts simultaneously. he gets more aggressive and more grumpy, so the pack knows to give him some space during this time if they don't need him for something.
harry is probably the one with the longest ruts of the alphas. dongil has theorised that it's because of his nest of their clothes, but harry would rather suffer ruts for longer than give up his nest. the pack usually tries to take time off from schedules during this time. they always have at least one person tending to their cute, whiny baby alpha during his ruts.
DKB | MTL likely to share their partner with another person in the bedroom
not requested
this is just my thoughts on the matter and it's okay if you disagree, this is just fiction. i'm not saying this is how dkb is and this post should not be taken seriously
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MOST
Harry-June
D1
Heechan
Yuku
Junseo
E-Chan
GK
Lune
LEAST
Harry is first on this list bc i feel like out of all of them, he would be the first to say "hell yeah" when his partner proposes a threesome. even better if they want it to be with one of the people he trusts the most. he is a guy that likes showing off, both himself and what he's proud of, and he's definitely proud of his hot partner. and he would also just find it fun to figure out dynamics when they're more than two in the bedroom. he's also also always ready to learn, and hey if sharing his partner with another person and having fun with it teaches him something, he might even be stoked to try it again.
Dongil could see the experience being fun and maybe even useful to figure out what makes his partner tick. but other than that, he would be up for exploring different sexual dynamics with his partner fully, there just have to be rules and boundaries set in place for him to be comfortable. it's not something he's just going to go into and go with the flow, he needs it to be planned, thought out, and talked through. but he's super comfortable with exploring this side of sex with his partner, knowing that they're still 100% with him before, during and after.
Heechan, just like with many other things, i see heechan being someone who would be up for trying it out. he's not shy about showing off, and he's just one man, he would find it interesting to see what could be achieved with someone else there with him and his partner. i think he could see it as a fun time, and a good way to spice things up if they need it, but i don't think he would seek it out as much. not that he wouldn't have fun and be into it, but having another person there also means having another person there. that's one more person to have to read and be aware of and have to navigate, and i just feel like it would be exhausting for him in the long run.
Yuku is pretty much in the middle bc he gives freak but he also sometimes gives posessive freak. like on one hand i can see him loving the idea of exposing his partner to other people, letting them have a look at how hot they are, but on the other hand, i can also see him chaining them to his bed to do what he wants for like a full weekend. so he goes on the "maybe not" side of the spectrum, because as much as i think he would enjoy showing his partner off, i'm not sure he'd love having another person involved. like, that's his partner, that's his person, and he would feel a little hurt if another person were to touch them in that way when he's with them.
Junseo isn't someone who shares his person, really. especially when it comes to physical stuff, as we found out semi-recently. when a bb asked him what he would be comfortable with his partner doing with another man, he said most things were fine, but not skinship. so the idea of him inviting another person to touch his partner is so not believable. he's also just such a private person, the idea of having someone other than his partner around him in such an intimate way, would probably not be where he's most comfortable. but i don't think he would be that against letting other people be around as part of some foreplay. just no touchy.
Changmin honestly shares his place with junseo, but he's a little more outwardly possessive. he wouldn't want you to be seen or touched like that and he'll tell you. maybe he'll agree to letting someone watch a little if his partner really wants that, but it won't be going much further than that. he strikes me as someone who really only wants him and his partner there when sexy times are going on, not enjoying the idea of having competition for his partner's attention, and enjoying the idea of having someone else touch his person even less.
Gwanghyun is the most possessive of them all, at least according to the answers the bb who asked them the question mentioned earlier got (though it wasn't all members that were included it seems). he's all "don't look at my partner, don't talk with my partner, don't even breathe near my partner" kind of possessive, so no chance in hell he's letting another person become a part of their sex life. maybe, maybe, if it was someone that wasn't his competition, like another person whose gender his partner wouldn't be interested in, but even then, the chances of that are near 0.
Lune would honestly tell his partner "no" and refuse to talk about it further. in my head, he's the least spicy of them all, and not that threesomes are in the ballpark of the kind of spicy that goes on on tumblr, but i think it would be too much for him. it's not even an enjoyable thought to him, so how would he be able to enjoy being in it? he flat out refuses to let someone else in on something so personal and intimate. maybe a therapist could be told about things, but that's where the line goes. he's also a very private person, and would feel wildly uncomfortable even at the thought of sharing that with someone he's not in a relationship with.
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a/n: this was so incredibly easy to make when i actually got around to writing it down, all thanks to sunni and mairi <3 thank you my lovelies. we talked out our opinions in our group chat, and i got some input that i hadn't thought of, so shoutout to them for always be up for a discussion.
content warning: reader has a pussy, predator/prey dynamic, slight fear play, talking lightly about a scenario of killing reader, objectification, unthorough kink discussion, safeword discussed multiple times but not used, the first Sceam movie used in play (like actually), hiding as part of play, pet names for reader [sweetheart, baby], unspoken consent, face-slapping, humiliation, predatory phrases used as part of play [DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT], "victim" being used for reader, use of knife threatened, unprotected PIV sex, minimal prep, slight dacryphilia, praise questionmark?, aftercare
wc: 4.3k
summary: You were watching scary movies with your boyfriend, which led to making a bet, which led to being hunted down in your own home.
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âOh, come on! That was the most obvious hiding spot you couldâve chosen!â
It was Halloween, and you had roped your boyfriend, Intak, into watching classic horror movies with you. He knew you loved the genre, and even though it wasnât quite his cup of tea, you had been so excited about having your month full of spooks that heâd agreed. He didnât know that you were so passionate about how stupid the victims were in these films. âTheyâre probably not thinking straight! You know, with being chased after by a killer and all!â Intak tried to plead with you to give these characters some grace, feeling bad for them when theyâre just trying their best. âIntak, baby, I love you, but everybody knows that the first place theyâll look is in the closet or under the bed.â
Even though you were arguing with him about the movieâs logic, you never took your eyes off the screen, completely sucked into the movie that was playing. Intak smirked, realising how fun it would be to rile you up. âYeah?â His eyes were looking at you all over. You had comfortable clothes on: a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, as did he. You finally tore your eyes away from the film, finding a moment of calm in the story, turned towards him and said: âYeah,â before going straight back to watching. Intak leaned back, calm and casual as can be, watching the movie before you coming to a bloody end, and spoke up again. âLike you could do any better.â
He knew he was pushing your buttons, and he was enjoying doing so. You scoffed. âPlease, of course I could.â Intak chuckled, smug as can be, seeing as you were walking right into the plan that heâd quickly thought of. âYou wanna bet on that?â His tone was smug, egging you on to prove him wrong. You frowned, turning to look at him again, no longer interested in the movie, as the credits would be rolling across the screen at any time. âWhat, youâre going to hire someone to come and try to kill me to prove a point?â Your eyebrow raised as you asked him, trying to figure out what exactly was going through his head. Only for your questioning jab to be met with a growing smile on his face, one of those you knew meant bad news. He let out a breathy laugh. âToo much of a hassle, why donât I just do it myself?â
You snorted, thinking it was all just a setup for a weird and spooky joke. It wasnât unlike the two of you to make jokes like that, even though that was toeing the line into âtoo weirdâ territory. But he didnât say anything. âWait, are you serious?â His wolfish smile turned a little softer, getting you to relax again after having tensed about the weird comment heâd made. âWell, not like⊠kill you, butâŠâ He leaned forward a little, closer to you, to start the discussion, âI donât know, since youâre so confident that you would do better than any horror movie blonde ever could, I thought I could chase you through the house and see for myself.â
You blinked, not sure if youâd heard right. Intak? Chase you? If you were honest, it sounded pretty fun, and you were definitely up for proving yourself. But⊠âWhy? What do you get out of it?â You raised your eyebrow as you raised the question, squinting to try and read his expression. What you got back was a quick smile and a little shrug. âThe knowledge of having proved you wrong? Being able to use that fact against you sounds nice.â You werenât convinced. Youâd seen Intak fired up when it comes to competition more than a few times, and he almost always got worse when there was a prize for the winner at the end. This wasnât enough of a prize for him. âOut with it. Thatâs not all, is it?â
Suddenly, his smile turned into something else. It was playful, but in an eerie way. His eyes turning predatory made the smile that much more unsettling, and you could feel a rush going through your body, not exactly disliking being looked at by him in that way. âOkay, so maybe that wasnât all I was thinking of for when I winâŠâ You wanted to correct his âwhenâ to âifâ, but his stare was holding you in place, the anticipation of what he would say holding you in limbo. He huffed out a quiet chuckle, seeing you holding your breath until he continued. âMaybe I was thinking that when Iâm hunting my prey, I should be able to devour it when Iâve caught it.â
You sucked in a breath, head spinning at the heavy implication of what he said. Maybe you shouldâve been more alarmed at the way he was speaking about you, objectifying you, viewing you as a thing to win, to conquer. His eyes ran over you as you had your reaction, as if already getting a taste of you as an appetiser before his meal. âIf youâreâŠâ His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip, bringing it back shortly with his tongue to bite on the lip before continuing his sentence: â⊠okay with that.â You nodded before a thought had a chance to form at all, heart racing as excitement crept into your veins and had you feeling restless to begin.
He leaned further towards you, eyes staring you down, fingers coming up to catch your chin, pursing his lips and looking not too pleased. âSpeak.â You could barely look him in the eyes with how close he was, and you felt like your voice was robbed from you, but you still did as he said, with embarrassing speed: âYes! Iâm okay with that.â You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat, the shifting of your throat catching his attention, and he paused to look at your lips before making eye contact again. âAnd you remember your safeword?â You were about to nod again before you caught yourself and spoke. âCurry.â The corners of his lips were pulled once again, adorning his face with a light smile. It wasnât one that took away the nerves that were buzzing all throughout your body, or one that had your heart sink further. It was one that thickened the tension until you couldnât breathe.
He spoke lowly, his breath tickling the tiny hairs on your skin, as he hadnât moved away, still having you right on the edge of him; not quite having you, but not quite leaving you any wiggle room either. âIâm going to find the first Scream movie and put it on. You have until the first hang-up in the movie before I come after you.â Scream was one of the horror movies that youâd made him watch that Intak had enjoyed the most, and he knew that you had probably watched it so many times that you were aware of when the hang-up happened. Which you did, your eyes wide when realising he wasnât giving you much more than 30 seconds from when the movie started. One corner of his mouth raised, pulling his lips into a smirk, seeing the time limit dawn on you.
He let go of the hold he had on your chin, reaching for the remote that was on the coffee table. You felt frozen in place as he picked it up and started to find the movie on the streaming service that you had. He glanced over at you for a second, amused that you werenât moving even though he hadnât told you that your time only started when the movie did. He took his time pulling up the familiar movie, and it was the longest second in your life between the movie being pulled up and Intak pressing start.
As you heard the recognisable piano, you shot up from the couch, hearing the gunshot and the phone ringing that was right at the intro as you were darting down the hall. The scream that followed was like a shot of adrenaline to your body, trying to think about all the best hiding places in your home. You cussed yourself out for not using the time when Intak was pulling up the movie to think about hiding places, since the rush of everything was scrambling your thoughts. A strike of fear set in when you heard Casey pick up the phone in the movie. You rushed towards your bedroom, seeking safety, before thinking about the things you so proudly had told Intak just a few minutes before. There were no good hiding spots in your bedroom other than the ones you had condemned. You stumbled as you tried to pivot, hearing Intak turning the volume on the TV up high, making sure you could hear the movie clearly, but then you took a quick breath and hurriedly, but silently, went into your bathroom. Youâd wanted to hide in the kitchen, there being more space in there. Or the entrance to your home, seeing as there was quite literally a spacious wardrobe for your coats. But Intak had been right, you couldnât think right with all the adrenaline.
Your whole body tensed as you heard the phone call end in the movie, quickly moving around to see where you could hide well. You decided that heâd probably check the shower first, so you hid in the corner that would be obscured as soon as the door was opened. You were confused at first, seeing as the movie was still playing. Thinking that maybe Intak was just messing with you, you sighed and moved to come out of your hiding place. Until you heard a door down the hall open. Your breath caught, realising that he had left the movie playing, messing with how you were going to be able to hear him move around as he was looking for you. You backed further into the corner.
You almost audibly gasped as the door to the bathroom opened, the sound of the movie playing filling up the space and bouncing off the walls. As you had predicted, he pushed back the shower curtain first. Seeing that you werenât there, he walked out of the bathroom. Heâd left the door open, leaving the little gap between the door and the door frame for you to be able to look out of. You watched as he casually stalked further and further away, going to the other end of the place. As soundlessly as possible, you moved out of your spot and hurried into your bedroom, seeing as that was probably the first door heâd opened to inspect for hiding places. Your hope was that he wasnât going to think about searching somewhere heâd already looked through. You made sure to leave the door just like youâd found it. Not perfectly, though, as you had to rush, but hopefully just enough to not let it be obvious to Intak where youâd moved to, or that youâd moved at all.
Youâd weighed your options quickly, feeling like you could finally think a little more clearly, and thought that if he found you hiding underneath the bed, it was harder to fight or flee in that position (you didnât catch yourself being so immersed in the game the two of you were playing, that you were thinking of fighting your boyfriend). As soon as youâd gotten into the closet and made sure the door was closed enough, you heard him. The movie was still playing loudly in the living room, so Intak almost had to shout. âHave to give you credit! You really didnât pick any of the obvious places. But rest assured, sweetheart, I will find you eventually.â You felt a shudder run through your body, disturbingly turned on by the threatening choice of tone and words coming from your darling boyfriend.
You didnât hear much more from him for a while. It almost seemed like Intak really werenât going to be able to find you. You thought that if he hadnât found you at the end of the movie, you were going to come out and say that you won. But just as you were relaxing, feeling more at ease in your hiding spot, you thought you heard a sound inside the room. You unfortunately couldnât have heard if heâd entered the bedroom again, seeing as he hadnât closed the door behind him when looking in the bedroom the first time, which meant that you couldnât have either when you were running to hide in there. But you thought youâd heard shuffling sounds over the movie. It didnât seem like it fit into the movie, and it also sounded closer than the sound blasting from the living room. Just as youâd finished the thought, you distinctly heard a breathy chuckle just outside the closet doors, as there was a quiet moment in the film, which made it feel like your heart jumped into your throat. In a split second, the doors flew open, and you were once again face-to-face with your boyfriend, now looking absolutely deranged.
âFound you.â
You barely managed to breathe as he grabbed your arm and pulled you roughly out of the closet. Your legs had fallen asleep as youâd been camping in the tight space of the closet, and you werenât able to find your footing as you were hauled out of it. Intak didnât seem to mind, as he looked down at you on the floor, half of your body in the air from where he was holding your arm in a tight grip. He stepped closer to you, looking down as he towered over you with a wicked grin. âLook at youâŠâ His head tilted as he spoke, seeming like he was studying you in some way. âYou had so much time, and yet you chose the closet.â He squatted in front of you, letting go of your arm, making the rest of your body fall to the floor, before propping yourself up with your elbow, looking up at him still. âPretty clever to move to a new spot, and yet? You did exactly what you complain about the girls in the movies doing.â His smile widened in a sadistic way, as if heâd just solved some puzzle and was going to use it against you.
âIs it⊠that you wanted me to find you?â You didnât move a muscle; the tension felt like restraints on your body. You werenât going to agree for the sole reason that you didnât want to admit defeat, and you werenât going to deny it, as that somehow felt like lying. You werenât looking to be bested in the competition - or whatever it was - but you also couldnât deny that you were excited about the idea of Intak finding you after he told you about the prize that he had in mind for himself. Intak raised his hand and swung it at you, stopping right before hitting your cheek. Slapping had been something that happened every once in a while when the two of you were going a little bit rougher in the bedroom, but he hadnât exactly asked if you were okay with it in this scenario. In a moment of breaking âcharacterâ, you looked up at him until you were sure that your eyes were connected, and then nodded, giving your consent. You could see a little bit of relief wash over him and thenâŠ
Then he slapped you. âI bet you wanted me to find you. I bet you started dripping the moment I brought up the idea of hunting you down. Isnât that right, sweetheart?â Compared to the way he used the pet name earlier; still with a touch of softness and comfort, this time it felt demeaning and dirty. It was like he was exposing you, humiliating you. And you were loving it.
He stood again, sighing as if this was burdening him in some way, that your eagerness was now demanding something taxing of him, and he looked around, eyes scanning the bed. Then he bent down and unceremoniously picked you up by your limbs, only to toss you onto the bed on your stomach, grabbing your legs to pull at them, straightening you out on the sheets before your mind had caught up on your new predicament. He pounced on you, straddling your hips as he leaned down, close to your ear. âTell me our safeword again.â He leaned the side of his head against yours, a subtle show of affection in the midst of all his harshness. You relaxed a little, feeling his warm skin against yours. âItâs âCurryâ.â Intak quickly, and without any fanfare, leaned to press his lips against your temple. It was only the side of his pursed lips, and so quick that you couldâve missed it, but you welcomed it regardless. And then he was gone again.
You blinked, and he had jumped off you, ripping your sweatpants down, freeing your hips and the top of your thighs, but not any more, trapping the bottom of your legs in the fabric. Your underwear met the same fate, being tugged down curtly, settling right where the waistband of your pants had been left. You gasped as you felt Intak sink his thumb past your slit, your walls contracting around it, entirely unprepared for the intrusion. Intak hummed behind you. âSee, you may lie to me, but your body tells me the truth, and the truth is that you couldnât wait for me to find you and do whatever I want to you. Your wet little cunt is practically begging me for it.â You swore you could hear him groan at the end, and wanting to see how affected he was, you shuffled yourself onto your arms and turned to look behind you. That only rewarded you with being empty again, and Intak putting his entire weight on you as he was pushing you into the mattress.
âNo, no, no, no⊠Youâre not allowed to move. Youâre going to lie there and take it like a good little victim.â His voice was dark and inarticulate, as if mumbling, making him seem that much more unhinged. You whimpered and relaxed all your limbs under him, finally admitting defeat. âGood. Donât want to bring a knife into this unnecessarily, so be good and just let me have my prize.â You were glad that heâd pulled his digit out of you, since the mention of a knife had you clenching around nothing. That was definitely something to bring up at another time. He let his weight off of you again, carefully to see if you were going to try anything again. When you remained still and pliant, he backed off completely and easily started to rid himself of his own sweats and underwear.
Before you knew it, his hard dick pushed into your wet pussy. The slide was easy, even if you hadnât been prepared properly beforehand. Your breath caught in your throat at the stretch you felt as he filled you up, quicker than he would any other time when you werenât prepped. He grunted and started building up a pace to move in and out, and you couldnât help but flail a little, overwhelmed by the feeling of not getting any time to adjust. He caught your arms under you and stopped moving, with only his tip in you. âAre you using your safeword?â You shook your head and took a deep breath, as you got the little pause that youâd been expecting, before burying your face into the sheets beneath you. âThen, stop. moving.â He thrusted back in without any regard for your poor body, taking the pleasure he wanted, your body nothing more than a toy for him.
It didnât take long before his speed increased. Heâd planted his knees on either side of your body, as your legs were stuck together, unable to spread to accommodate Intak, bound together by the fabric of your own clothes. He used the stability of where his knees were digging into the mattress to thrust into you harshly. Your needs felt unimportant, as he was just using your body for his own pleasure, but you knew that he couldnât disregard them entirely. He was bordering on animalistic, the way he was bullying himself into your body at his own pace, but it wouldnât be Intak if he werenât also concerned about you feeling good. He trusted that you would tell him if it was actually not pleasant for you. Youâd used your safeword before, and you knew that it would halt everything until you were ready again, or just stop the whole thing entirely. But still, he was growing a little uncertain about the scene that the two of you were in. Until he pulled your face up from the sheets by your hair.
What he heard when he pulled you from your new hiding place was pathetic moans and whines, sounding defeated. What he saw was tears. Tears had been rolling steadily from your eyes at how good but intense it all felt. It wasnât the first time that youâd cried during sex, so Intak wasnât the least bit concerned anymore when he saw and heard you. He moaned loudly and his hips stuttered before resuming with new vigour. âFuck, look at your tears. Do you feel good, sweetheart? Do you like being taken like this?â You tried to hum in agreement to his questions, but all that came out was more whimpering, so he smirked and used his grip on your hair to nod your head for you. âThere you go, doing what I ask of you so well, even when I have to help you.â He dropped your head again, but made sure that your head was tilted to the side, so that you couldnât hide your moans and flowing tears from him.
Your continuous moans spurred Intak on, thrusts growing harder and deeper, but also sending him closer and closer to the edge. His grunts and moans grew more desperate, and he couldnât help but grab your hips and move your body to meet his thrusts. âAh-, oh f-, shit, baby, Iâm almost there.â His words came out as a plea, a plea that you were just as close as he was. Intak mightâve let the energy of the competition affect him, but he would hate it if you werenât going to cum together with him. You tried to answer that you were right there with him, on the edge of an orgasm, but the only thing that came out of your mouth was a cry at the pleasure filling your entire body. But Intak knew. He knew you better than anyone else.
As soon as Intak snuck one of his hands between your body and the bed, fingers landing perfectly at your clit, your walls started tightening around him. He let out a choked noise, head falling onto your shoulder, as he was having a harder time keeping himself upright over you. âCâmon, baby, you first, then meâ. Your head was spinning, feeling pleasure fogging up your mind, but also noticing things like Intak calling you baby instead of the condescending âsweetheartâ, and how sweaty he was feeling against where his face was buried into your shoulder.
Your moans grew higher in volume and pitch as he worked his fingers against your clit, and your body started writhing again, as the sensations were all too much and your orgasm was coming on too fast. âI know, I know,â Intak shushed you, quickly working you into the most wrecking orgasm youâd ever had. It was like an electrical current was running through you, and your vision went white as your body convulsed under Intak. Your ear was filled with the sweet sounds of Intakâs delicious moans as he came too, which seemed to be the only thing that anchored you to reality.
You couldnât move your body. Even as you were coming out of the bone-shattering orgasm, and Intak had moved off you, you couldnât move your limbs. You let out a weak âIntak,â and he chuckled softly and moved to pull you on top of him, so that you were lying on his chest, with his arms tightly around you, holding you together. He pulled you further up, so that he could place a million kisses on the top of your head. You stayed there for a while, sensations other than the buzzing of the orgasm finally returning to your body, which had you groaning, knowing that it was going to be sore for at least the next few days.
âAre you okay, Y/N?â Intakâs voice was soft and small, raising one of his hands to move some of your hair out of your face. You knew there was more to the question. He wanted to know if heâd stepped over a line, even if you hadnât used the safeword set in place for times like that. You tried lifting your head. It was hard but doable, even though exhaustion was settling into your entire body. You moved your head so that your face was tucked into the crook of his neck, humming out. âIâm okay, Intak.â You nuzzled further in, feeling warm and safe, fitting yourself against his body like a puzzle piece being put into place. âAnd I didnât-â. You felt his pulse rise as he was starting to ask the question, but you didnât let him finish it before answering. âNo, you didnât cross the line, or do anything I was uncomfortable with. You also didnât make me feel like I couldnât tell you if you did, or make me feel unsafe around you in any way. I liked it. A lot.â You felt him physically relax as you answered all the questions he had, without even having to hear them.
âI love you.â âI love you too.â
âAlso, I proved my point. Hiding isnât easy when the adrenaline is pumping, huh?â He just couldnât help himself.
a/n: so at some point i realised that this maybe wouldn't read much as intak, which... oops. but it was too far into the story to change at that point, plus, it's pretty good nevertheless. sorry intak bby about the mischaracterisation.
also... i'm sorry this is hella late. i actually had it done the 30th but then stuff happened once again and it got so so delayed. one of the things that happened was getting piwon tickets tho!!! so, happy coincidence :D
content warning: reader's physique is described vaguely but they have a vagina, mask kink, size difference, semi-public, a lot of plot i guess, slight dom/sub dynamic, choking, strength kink kinda, use of the pet name "baby" for reader, fingering, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie,
wc: 5.5k
summary: When a stranger, who's double your size and has half of his face covered, asks you if you want to come to a party at his place, you accept, right?
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Halloween night, one of your favourite nights of the year. It had always been great fun for you, even as you grew up, finding that you could make the celebration even scarier to match your growing maturity. Halloween had become more of a month-long celebration for you, getting to be dark and partake in horror more openly than usual. So, when your aunt and uncle practically begged you to take their kids out for trick-or-treating when one of the neighbourhood moms had to cancel taking them at the last minute, due to sickness, you reluctantly agreed. Halloween was every year, and you just promised yourself to make an even bigger deal about it next year, but there was still a sour feeling about it, seeing how much you were missing that year. Your friends were having an adult Halloween party, filled with booze, horror movies running in the background and being surrounded by slutty and scary outfits. And now you had to tell them that you were missing it all to be a babysitter. Your family was booed in the groupchat, and people sent you prayers in hopes of a smooth night, saying that theyâll figure something out to have an extra Halloween for you in November, filled with horror movies. You loved your friends, and they helped keep your spirits high as you were getting ready to pick up your younger cousins.Â
Youâd already planned a costume; you spent literal hours making sure it was living up to everything you wanted from it, so it would be a waste if you didnât wear it. Though you needed to make it a little bit more child-friendly. You were going as one of the nurses from the 2006 Silent Hill movie, but now without the bandages youâd planned to wrap around your head and a longer skirt underneath the nurse's dress. You kept all the dirt and grime you were going to add, not wanting to make it completely off from what you were originally wanting to do, which helped with feeling a bit less like you were throwing away your wants just for the sake of the kids.
Luckily for you, you had a big part in raising your cousins together with the rest of the family. When you showed up at the house, your cousin Marie squealed with excitement, seeing you all dirtied up with fake veins across your chest to make you look more sickly. She loved all things spooky; truly your proudest work, and was always in awe when she saw you or your friends going all-out for the scary stuff. Her older brother gave you a quick smile, adding a âniceâ with it, telling you that he thought it was cool. You imagined that he was thrilled when he heard you were going trick-or-treatâing with them instead of the woman his parentsâ age that was supposed to accompany them. You were the better choice to be seen around by his friends, since you were a cool young adult, and not a parent.
The kids were quick to wish their parents goodbye and get out of the door, Halloween being one of the times when you wouldnât ever have to hurry kids. Just the prospect of candy was enough of a carrot on a string. You even had to tell Marie to slow down a few times, not feeling like running in your kitten heels.
Not even an hour into going the rounds, hitting every single house in the near neighbourhood, you felt yourself curse at your lack of practical clothes. You had layered where you could, wearing stockings that went up to your upper thigh and an extra shirt underneath, but it was still freezing outside. Youâd left any warm coat at home since it didnât go with the costume, really setting a nice example for your younger cousins. That was until you bumped into them on the route.
The group was made up of a bunch of kids, around 6 or 7 of them, and one really tall guy. The kids were all dressed like kids usually would be; costumes like a skeleton, Spiderman, Thor, and a few princesses, which was a stark contrast to how your little group was walking down the street. Marieâs older brother, Casper, had thrown on his football gear and called it a day, but you and Marie were quite the pair. Apparently, Marie had begged her parents to find an old-fashioned nightgown and dirty it up. Add to that some makeup to make her look like she hadnât slept in years, and a lantern, she proudly showed up as âthe ghost of a Victorian childâ. The kids meeting the three of you on the sidewalk were a mix of horrified and amazed at what they saw, and quickly struck up conversation with your cousins.
âNah, she was more receptive to my influence. Getting to them young is the trick,â you bantered back with the tall stranger, glancing up at him again. Before, with your once-over, youâd noticed how many details had been put into his costume. The pants were denim; loose enough to move around in but tight enough to be fitting, adorned with a belt buckle that fit right in. Heâd put leather chaps over the pants, and what looked like actual passing cowboy boots on underneath them. You hadnât been able to tell what kind of shirt he was wearing, as heâd draped a thick poncho over himself, and a large, brown leather jacket over that, which had you a little jealous, feeling a cold shiver run up your body. But then, looking back at him to engage in light conversation, you took notice of his face. Not only was it in shadows from the brim of a brown cowboy hat, but heâd also worn a bandana, which was covering everything below his eyes. Another shiver ran up your body, but this time it wasnât from feeling the cold.
The stranger laughed at your quip, voice booming, yet you could feel the softness in it as well, making you comfortable around him. You couldnât help but shift a little, growing a little more aware of how you might look as you could feel his eyes trail over your whole look. Though he took the shifting as a sign of you being cold, his smile falling from the big grin to a soft smirk, covered up by his bandana, as he noted it in his head, planning on using the opportunity to warm you up himself. He asked how long youâve been around with the kids, eyes still taking you in. You replied to him that it had been a little while and that it was going to be a bit longer, since your aunt and uncle, the kidsâ parents, were asking you to keep them entertained for at least a few hours. He nodded, then turned to look at his little group for a beat before turning to you again. âIf the three of you are up for it, we could walk together? Iâm sure youâve been places we havenât already, but the kids seem to get along, and I wouldnât mind being around a person thatâs voting age right now.â
You couldnât contain the giggle that bloomed from your chest, seeds planted by the words spoken. âYouâre saying that nine-year-olds arenât great conversationalists?â You could see his shoulders relax. Even if you hadnât answered his question, you had a way of making him feel at ease in your presence. âNot at all, but we already covered all the Spiderman-related talking points, so I donât think Iâm that interesting to talk to anymore.â You smiled up at him, almost forgetting that youâd just met and hadnât been friends already. âI think weâd love to join you, then. Let me just ask my bosses what they think when they come back from getting their candy.â
That was how you ended up walking up and down many dark streets with a stranger named Junseo, colourful leaves crunching beneath your feet and his leather jacket being wrapped around your shoulders after asking if you wanted to borrow it, colour filling up your cheeks, complementing the new addition to the outfit. You were grateful that he seemed to be good with kids, keeping your cousins in check, too, when you werenât mentally present. Your thoughts were keeping you occupied, thoughts of how big and warm the jacket he lent you was. Specifically, how big it was. You were practically drowning in it, and not one bit of the nurseâs dress you were wearing was visible from the back. The swarm of thoughts reminded you how it didnât look too big on him. Sure, it was still baggy on him, but on you, it was swallowing you whole.
As you walked with your new acquaintances, watching your cousins have fun with the neighbourhood kids, you kept talking with Junseo, getting to know him. Heâd moved not that long ago, living with a few of his friends as roommates, although still close to family. He explained that, while looking for places to live, they were surprised to see that it was cheaper there than closer to the centre of the city. He chuckled as he told you that you could clearly see that his family took advantage of him still living so close by. Youâd shared that, while not living too far away, this area was not one you were too familiar with, as your aunt, uncle, and cousins moved here after youâd become more independent, living on your own. The two of you joked that youâd made yourselves prime victims for family exploitation.
He sighed. âIâm only kidding. I love my family. And they can always count on me as a babysitter. Sucks a little when I know thereâs a party waiting for me at home, though.â If youâd been a cat, heâd have been able to see your ears twitch in interest. âYour roommates are throwing a party without you?â He chuckled, the depth of his tone making the hair on your arms stand at attention. âI mean, technically, yes, but Iâm joining them as soon as Iâm done chaperoning.â He looked at you, almost bursting out laughing as his eyes met yours, as they were comically wide. âWhat?â He smirked, thankful that you hadnât asked him to lower the cloth covering his face, letting him stay somewhat mysterious. You had lit up, almost looking like you could kiss him for mentioning a party. âFunny you should mention it!â
After telling him about the predicament youâd faced when saying yes to take your cousins trick-or-treat'ing, you didnât get another word out before he asked if you wanted to come to their party. You thanked whatever good karma had sent you Junseo, as it seemed like he had saved your Halloween.
The evening went quickly after that. Youâd all swung by where Junseoâs family had told him to return the kids and then went to your aunt and uncleâs house, dropping off your cousins. Your aunt had given you a knowing look as she saw Junseo waiting for you on the sidewalk, and youâd given her a pointed look, saying it wasnât like that. You couldnât see it, but heâd smiled at the way your cousins had said goodbye. Casper had given you a high five, leaning to wave at Junseo, who was standing by himself, having grown to like the older boy a little. Marie, on the other hand, had started hugging you and wouldnât let go. Youâd had to crouch down to her level and pinky promise her that youâd be by again as soon as you could to have a spooky day with her, and then threaten to steal some of her candy if she didnât get back inside.
Your face was a little more flushed going back to Junseo than it was when you left him waiting for you. You apologised for taking that long, but he smiled at you, which you could see in the way his eyes narrowed, and told you that he didnât mind it at all. The conversation was casual while walking to his place, getting to know each other a little better, making the trip go faster.
It was a few streets away when you first heard the party. You could tell by his hand coming up to scratch at his neck that he was a little embarrassed. âOkay, so, I didnât tell you, but my housemates are way more of a rowdy bunch when parties are involved than I may have led on.â Your eyes widened when you turned the corner and the house came into view. It was decked out in fake spiderwebs and pumpkins and plastic skeletons, a rainbow of coloured lighting coming from the windows, and people were standing outside to take a break from the chaos going on inside. You mustâve paused in your step on the walkway to the front door, because you suddenly felt a big, warm hand on your back. He wasnât pushing you; it was just a slight nudge, but it had the added effect of making you less stable on your legs, feeling a little flustered by it. It took taking a quick breath before you felt like you could walk without tripping again.
âUmâŠâ you hadnât meant to let the sound out of your mouth, but youâd felt a little awkward. Junseoâs eyes found yours again, and they softened up. âDonât mind him, he loves being annoying. I hope he didnât make you feelâŠâ he was about to say âpressuredâ, but that felt even more wrong, like that would put even more pressure on you. âI had no other intentions by bringing you here tonight than to have a good time and get to know you a little better, I promise.â He was bringing a hand up, pinching the cloth tied around his face, covering it, to pull it down, and show how sincere he was, but you quickly stopped him. âItâs okay! I didnât think that at all. I know about friends who tease, donât worry.â You saw a slight twitch in his lower eyelids, narrowing his eyes at you, seeing him questioning your action a little. âWhat is it? Worried that Iâm ugly underneath?â His tone was teasing, but there was a part of him that was scared that that was the reason you never asked him to pull it down. Thankfully, you looked slightly offended at the question. âWhat? Of course not!â
Your pulse had already been rising steadily as the conversation progressed, but it started spiking when he took a step closer to you. He was already close before that, as the music didnât allow much of a normal volume or distance when speaking, but stepping closer, he was almost chest-to-chest with you, looking down with sharp, flirtatious eyes. âOh yeah? Why then?â You swore that he could hear your heartbeat over the music, since it was deafeningly loud in your ears. Your eyes fluttered and looked away from his strong gaze, as you tried to come up with anything other than the truth, but nothing at all came to mind. He raised his hand, one of his fingers slightly nudging your chin to look back at him again. âCâmon now, Iâm curious. Or else Iâm just going to assume you think Iâm butt-ugly.â Your eyes met his again, and your lashes fluttered again before you closed your eyes and mumbled curses under your breath. Opening your eyes with a determined look, trying to ooze confidence, you told him: âI like how it looks on you. Looks a little⊠Dangerous.â
You couldnât see the smirk he was sporting, but you saw his chest move in a quiet chuckle. The hand he used to nudge your head back into place moved to lightly pat your cheek, removing it again right after he was done. âThat was good. See, was that so hard?â You all but crumbled to the floor. He watched as he saw your chest heave, taking in a big gulp of air, and then shakily exhaling it. He waited for a second to see if you were going to say anything, and then waited a little longer, letting you stew in the tension the pair of you had built. He then leaned down, mouth close to your ear, speaking a little lower than his normal volume. âIâd hate to make Dongil feel justified, but do you want to go to my bedroom?â You sucked in another large breath of air and whispered out âyes,â while nodding.
He took your hand and led you up the stairs, where you could see that the party guests hadn't been allowed. You couldnât help but blush as you saw a few people, including Dongil, standing and looking up at where you were going, with very satisfied looks on their faces. You looked back, watching the steps you were walking on, your eyes getting distracted by the look of Junseoâs big hand holding yours. Before you knew it, he had swung open a door and pulled you in. If he hadnât directed your body to hit the wall next to the door, you feared the strength with which he had hauled you into the room wouldâve sent you flying. But within the blink of an eye, he had you against the wall and was caging you against it with his bigger body. He looked down at you, his eyes almost not visible in the dark room. One arm snuck around your waist, easily pulling you closer to him, bodies flush against each other, and the other reached out to lock the door. Youâd gone completely mute at his show of power, and your body was feeling like jelly in his hold, kept in limbo until he decided what would happen.
âSee, normally Iâm a romantic guy,â his voice was low, his deep tone was reverberating through your entire body, and he slowly moved the jacket youâd borrowed from him off your shoulders. â- But since you like how dangerous I look with this onâŠâ he was moving his face slowly down along your throat, as if he would kiss his way down if he hadnât had the bandana on, âforcedâ to have you only feel the cloth as it moved against your skin. â⊠I think I can roll with not kissing you for a little bit longer, even though itâs all I can think about right now.â You sighed heavily as you felt the cloth go lower, feeling it against your collarbone.
ââAll you can think aboutâ? Really?â You were stuck between egging him on and asking the question genuinely, as you were lifting one of your legs to wrap it around his hip, grinding a little against his crotch with the new angle your own was at. He groaned and straightened his back to look back up at you, having been hunched to trail his face down your exposed skin. âMaybe not allâŠâ he muttered, putting his hand against the side of your neck, the heel of the palm settling against the side of your throat, where he could feel the thick beat of your heart pounding, pulse strong. He lifted his palm slightly, freeing his thumb to caress your throat where it could reach, and he could feel the slight vibration of your harsh intake of breath through your skin as he did. âChoking?â He asked, keeping his touch light and as innocent as it could be until he was answered.
Heâd expected a âyesâ or a ânoâ from you to answer him, but hearing you sigh âpleaseâ left him breathless. He just looked at you for a second, taking it in, and feeling the effect it had on his body, before the thumb that was casually stroking your skin finally stretched to the other side of your throat, rewarding him with the smallest moan. âOh, youâre going to be fun to play with.â He pressed his hand a little tighter at the sides of your throat, effectively restricting your blood flow a little, making you feel lightheaded and euphoric, before taking the pressure off again. âSo, so much fun.â Before you could gather your thoughts again, his hands were under your thighs, lifting them up with ease, to have you wrap both of your legs around his hips, grinding into your body. Your hands scramble to find somewhere to hold onto him, realising that you were both fully clothed, besides where his jacket was lying on the floor. He shifted, letting all your weight fall onto one arm as he held you up from under your ass, to let the other sneak between your bodies to touch between your legs.
Junseo felt you clawing more on him as he pressed his fingers to your throbbing pussy. âHolyâŠÂ Youâre so wet and weâve barely even done anythingâŠâ You let out the tiniest whimper, shifting in his hold. He slowly and carefully hooked a finger in your underwear to pull it to the side, breath turning shaky as he saw how the fabric was sticking to your wet skin, reluctant to get pulled away. As soon as there was no barrier between him and your soaked cunt, he slowly dragged his thumb up your slit, gathering your slick, and pressed it onto your clit, enjoying the strangled whine that escaped your mouth. âHnng, please, JunseoâŠâ Your desperate voice sent shivers down his body. âOf course, baby, of courseâŠâ
As he pushed a finger into your hole, the moan he heard from you was clear and louder than all the other sounds youâd let him hear, and he found it delicious, wanting more, wanting everything you could give him. âFuck, you sound so good.â He pumped his finger slowly into you, which had you burying your face in his neck, pulling him closer to you, your arms wrapped around his shoulders. As he could feel your walls relax around his digit, he pulled it out and brought it up to his mouth, sucking around it to taste your juices. His eyes rolled back, and he groaned at the taste, but he quickly made sure to add another finger in his mouth, wetting it before going right back, now pushing both fingers into you. He could feel himself going crazy at the way your walls were throbbing around his fingers as they were stretching you out, getting your body used to the intrusion.
It didnât take long before he thought you were ready enough for him, your wetness only growing and contributing to an easy glide, your whines and moans making him harder by the second. âYou think youâre ready, Y/N?â You nodded quickly, head still buried in his neck, finding it easier to stay there, but desperate to finally have him in you. He went to kiss your temple, only to remember that he was still wearing the bandana covering his face. It riled him up, remembering what exactly you had said about liking it on him, and he grew a little rougher with you. He undid his belt and unzipped his pants with impressive speed, and pulled them down enough to free himself, breathing deeply as he felt his dick finally being unrestricted.
Without warning, you felt his hand on your throat again, tightly enough to be able to push you back to lean against the wall. Your eyes met his. They were clearer now, as your vision had adjusted to the low lighting, only having the streetlights from outside as a light source. The look he gave you was wild and hungry, looking at you like you were a piece of meat he couldnât wait to sink his teeth into. âI want to see your face as you feel me sliding inside,â the statement had you shuddering, and you nodded, even though it wasnât actually up for debate. He tilted his head down but kept his eyes locked on yours, as if to say âstay thereâ while he pulled his hand away from your throat once again. You could only stay there, frozen, as he guided himself to your entrance.
You melted when his head breached your opening, your breath caught in your throat. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and your whole body felt like cooked spaghetti. You thanked Junseo in your head for being quick to have a firm hold on you, both hands holding you up, digging his fingers into your flesh as his dick slowly sank in as far as it could. When he couldnât get deeper, he paused for a second, taking a deep breath. You could feel his dick jump inside you as you shifted, eagerly trying to get him to move. âFuck⊠And here I was, thinking I needed to be sweet and let you have a second.â His fingers gripped you tighter, and he pulled out halfway, leaving you feeling a little empty. âDonât worry about keeping quiet. Letâs give the others a show.â With that, he quickly and harshly slid back in, knocking the air out of you, together with a sweet cry.
It didnât take long for Junseo to build up a rough rhythm, leaving you shaking and moaning in his arms, unable to let a single thought that wasnât about how good his cock felt take hold. You could barely keep your eyes open, too overwhelmed by pleasure, but when he told you to look at him, you tried your best. What he saw was someone who was plunged deep into an ocean of pleasure, barely present to anything other than how good it was feeling. You saw dark eyes. They werenât harsh to match the thrusts inside you, but they were sweet, warm, comforting, trustworthy. Before Junseo knew it, you had pulled down the cloth separating you from half of his face and had leaned in to kiss him. He let out a surprised moan against your lips, but quickly kissed back with fervour, letting your lips take him somewhere else that was just for the two of you.
You didnât pull apart until Junseo gasped: âIâm close.â You moaned, and your walls tightened in a spasm around him, a surge of want going through you as he said those two words. He let out a breathy moan at the feeling of you squeezing around him. âWhe-Where do you-, Where should I cum?â You could feel his thrust becoming erratic, making you whine. âIn-Inside, please!â He felt dizzy hearing your answer, and almost missed the way your hand went down to play with your clit. He grabbed your wrist and forcefully removed your hand, making sure his own went to work instead. You heard a string of curses as he could feel you getting tighter around him, and you couldn't help chanting âpleaseâ as you got closer to being thrown over the edge.
A few thrusts more, and Junseo accidentally rubbing your clit rougher, had your body tensing up, finally feeling the wave of your orgasm wash over you. Junseo hugged you close, giving one more thrust before grinding up into you as he came as well. As you caught your breaths, you leaned back in, hands coming from his shoulders, up to cup the sides of his face, connecting your lips once more, this time slower and messier.
Somehow, Junseo had been able to walk you over to his bed and lay you down in his soft sheets before crashing beside you. The two of you just stayed there for a bit, breathing together, taking it all in. The pleasure was buzzing all the way down in your toes, and you were feeling limp like a rag doll. At some point, when you felt like you had gained control back in your body, able to move your limbs, youâd rolled over on your side to face the man lying next to you. He saw it and rolled to face you, too.
He was confused for a second, as you didnât say anything to him, only looked at him, until you whispered: âWowâŠâ It had Junseo blushing, not sure what to do with himself other than chuckling a little awkwardly. âWow, what?â He wanted to reach out to pull you closer, but he hesitated, waiting for you to say more. Your hand reached out to rest on his cheek, your thumb lightly running over his lips.
âYouâre even more beautiful than I had imagined.â
It struck something deep inside him, and he felt himself tear up a little. He couldnât hold back anymore and reached out to grab your waist, hoisting you on top of him, arms coming up to hug you tightly.
âSays you.â
The two of you lay together, laughing and talking, until he gave you a peck, rolling you off of him and lifting himself from the bed with a groan. He quickly went to his dresser, finding two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts, throwing one of the pairs to you. âIf you wanna take a shower, itâs right down the hallway. I can show you if you need me to.â The unspoken promise of you having a place to sleep in his bed hung in the air. You smiled at him, thanking him, and walked towards the door before turning around to face him again. âWait, what if your roommates are out there?â Youâd thought of the one roommate, Dongil, and how he probably knew what had gone down, as had most other people who were close enough to hear you and Junseo. Junseo just shrugged, though. âDonât worry about them. If anything, they have it coming if theyâre a little uncomfortable. Dongil especially. I canât tell you how many times weâve had to hear him and his partner going at it. And heâs always so smug about it.â
He stood up from where heâd been lying down on the bed again, propping himself up on his elbow, and walked over to you in smooth, sure steps, wrapping his arms around you in a loose hug when he came close enough. âBut if youâre uncomfortable with it, I can be your lookout.â His eyes were the definition of soft as they looked down at you. If anyone had seen the scene, they probably wouldnât have guessed that the two of you had met that night. You smiled at him, your eyes growing just as soft, as you raised yourself on your toes to kiss him, even though he had to lean down for you to be able to.
âThank you, but Iâm not against possibly making Dongil eat his words.â You turned around to open the door to the hallway, thinking: âIf I get my way, heâs gonna have to get used to me being here, anyway.â
A/N: holy shit i got it done on time??? guys this was MUCH longer than i had planned, but that's what happens when you just go into a fic with an overall idea of what should happen. hope you enjoy!!
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