โฟ. SUMMARY: there was no bond like you and dennisโ. he was your first everything. your first love, your first kiss, and your first acts of sin that could never be replicated with another man. (ORIGINAL UNEDITED VERSION HERE)
โฟ. PAIRING: bsf!dennis x fem!reader
โฟ. WORD COUNT: 3.7k
โฟ. WARNING: fem anatomy, reader dennis are 18, pre-pitt!dennis, smut and angst, hurt/no comfort, mentions of religion: guilt, church and sex out of wedlock, loss of virginity: painful, tears, best friends to lovers: secret relationship, love confessions, oral sex (both!rec), first kiss, nipple play, hotel sex PROOFREAD & EDITED
โฟ. A/N: hi guysss!! ive seen that this has been getting more traction and I wanted to post the new and improved version with some extra parts (thanks to my friend @str4wbsstuff who also edited this for me <33.) I have a part 2 coming soonnn so stay tunedddd. also yes ethel was playing in the bg while writing this.
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you did all of your firsts with dennis whitaker. the quiet farm boy next door, your neighbor since before you could remember. one of your closest friends, and your first boyfriend. he was always quiet, the sweet kind where he could show his understanding of you with just a look. and oh so gentle. gentle with you and your feelings alike. there wasnโt much to dislike about dennis. the only thing you knew for sure though, was that you were never ever going to forget him. or the things you did in the dark when no one was looking except for you and the heavenly father. no one to gaze and point accusatory fingers at the acts you committed together and thatโs what made it so wrong.
you had your first kiss after church when his family sat down for dinner with yours. the food was as plentiful as the thoughts flashing through your minds eye. the minute your plate was clean you stood asking if you and dennis could be excused. to work on a school project you left the details out of, once granted permission. you scurried away to your room, and thatโs where you ended up pressing a very timid and clumsy kiss. to the boy's lips, him kissing back just as clumsily before pulling away with eyes as wide and blue as the sky at noon. lips parted, slightly gaped due to shock before breaking into a shy smile. had your first make out in the back of your dads pick up truck when he was out with your mother on their weekly date night it the town. the two of you couldnโt help your hands to yourself.ย
knowing it was wrong, so wrong, immoral and unjust. but ever since the last kiss it was the only thing you could think about for days. the way his lips were so soft against yours, how he gasped when you pressed against him the first time. you needed more. the makeoutโif you could even call it thatโ lasted for no more than 5 minutes. bodies cramped awkwardly in such an uncomfortable position that made it hard to move. his back flat against the cool metal of the truck, getting hay stuck in his hair every time he readjusted. and you hovering on top of himโdoing the best you could to make sure that your genitals or any part of you really were absolutely not touching his. it was definitely a messy kiss, but due to your lack of experience you couldnโt tell if it was bad or not. but to you?, it was amazing and you never wanted it to stop. the feeling was nothing like youโd ever felt before, the only similarity you could think of was when you jumped into the lake for the first time when you were unsure of the depth. the moment your feet left the ledge of the old dock shooting pure adrenaline through your nerves much like now. but, the fear of being caught made you pull away, looking down at the flushed boy with those same sad eyes youโve seen almost every day since your first day in kindergarten.
then it was your first blowjob. you were in his roomโwhich was shared with the brother that was closest to his ageโand the house was certainly not empty, not even close. all of his family was there. his brothers made a big hassle out of the door that was cracked every so slightly so his parents could make sure you werenโt fooling around, but they werenโt close. all members spread through the ranch house. it was just enough time to give him a kiss or two, two turning into three and maybe even into a long fourth one. before you realized something had grown hard in his pants. you pulled away, looking down with a wonder sparkling in your eyes. dennis being incredibly embarrassed of course. having a girl who also happened to be his best friend since childhood stare at his erectionโit was humiliating. but to ease that burden and to satisfy your curiosity you gave him an offer that shouldnโt have ever left your lips and one he shouldnโt have accepted. whispering that you could put it in your mouth and make it go away. the way you worded your sinful sentence was to make it seem like there wasn't anything wrong with it, but you knew. you werenโt stupid, or even innocent for that fact. but gosh, you couldnโt control the urges to touch him in the unspeakable ways that only the two of you could talk about.
dennis knows he shouldโve said no, shouldโve explained that to do these things without being married is a sin of the worst kind. but he didn't, he didn't waste a second before nodding his head softly and scooting back on the bed. propping himself up on his arms. his heart beating so fast he could hear it in his ears, in his chest and below his waistline. watching as you try to unbuckle his belt, youโre struggling. you knew how to use belts, but you were beyond nervous. scared even. already feeling the nauseating kick of guilt before you even committed the action. dennis ended up doing it for you with hands shaking as much as yours.ย
you try to go as fast as possible, knowing you had to be quick about this, pulling his jeans and wet boxers down just enough so hisโฆdick would spring out. you swallowed hard when you saw it. you honestly didn't know what to expect, so you werenโt sure what was average and what's not. but it wasnโt disappointing, not at all it was definitely..big. it almost looked angry as a drop of clear liquid dripped down the length of it. you ask him if heโs ready, eyes meeting and he says yes. grabbing it in your hand, and taking a deep breath before putting it in your mouth. it was warmer than you expected, an unfamiliar weight on your tongue as you messily sucked on it. a salty flavor hitting your tastebuds, itโs not bad, just new.ย
you donโt think youโre doing a very good job at it, but the sounds of what you can assume is pleasure let you know he likes itโtold you otherwise. and it made you want to smile, he uses his hands to muffle himself continually looking back and forth between you and the door to make sure no one was outside. relief flooding over him as soon as he realized nobody was comingโexcept for him that is. incredibly fast and incredibly hard, body shaking tremors running under his skin like a million pleasurable pricks. it was bitter as it shot over your tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth, and not knowing what else to do, you swallowed it. licking over your lips shyly looking up at him and asking if that was okay. dennis almost passes out at the sight.
after that, dennis wanted a turn. it was a week after youโd given and he received his first blow job. and you gave him three more after that. one in the school bathroom during lunch, one in your room when your parents were out grocery shoppingโand you had to beg to them to let you stay home, lying about having a head acheโand right after the weekly church night that happened every wednesday. where you and dennis both took care of and watched over the kids while the older members were busy doing their bible study. you had whispered in his ear asking to go outside. before sinking to your knees in your pretty skirt, much like you did at prayer and pulling down his dress pants to commit the act once more. as good as it felt, dennis knew this wasnโt fair deep down inside of his heart. it was one-sided pleasure. you were the only one dropping down to your knees to give him the best orgasm heโd ever had โ which admittedly werenโt many because he felt like a pervert for touching himself. so, one night under the cover of his blanket he used his phone to open a private tab and search, โblow jobs but for girlsโ. thatโs how he discovered cunnalingus or in the other vulgar term pornhub phrased it: โpussy eatingโ his eyes light up, the girl in the video seeming to really enjoy it. the sight made his dick twitch beneath his pajama pants, not particularly because of the filthy video he was watching. but because the idea of having you moaning and squirming because of his mouth made him hot all over.ย
it happened in your room this time, but you door was completely shut. only because your parents trusted sweet little dennis. feeling that heโd never even have the courage to pull something, and they were right, since you were always the one to initiate, but that changed on that very day. the one time they decided to put their trust, their faith in him. he proposed the idea to you quietly muttering into your ear, placing a hand on your knee. saying that he wanted to be the one to make you feel good this time. and you were a little excited. not only have youโve never even heard of it before, but because the ache because your legs were starting to drive you insane and dennis wanted to make it go away. you said yes. should have thought twice about it, but didnโt. laying back, you look up at the ceiling as he lifts up your skirt. this was the first time anyone has seen your sex in a dirty sense, this was nothing like going to the doctors for your yearly check up. but you trusted him, youโd trust him if your life was quite literally in his hands.ย
and right now? it feels like it is.ย
a soft โohโ left his lips when he saw your cover core. there was a wetness seeping through the pretty floral fabric. creating a damp spot near the middle, he decided to try something, putting his thumb directly on the darkened patch. moving it in a light circle like he saw in the xxx video he watched the night before. you whimpered, biting your lip to muffle any other moans that would definitely slip out. it feels vastly different to when you would timidly press at yourself in an attempt to quell the heat there.
he asked if you liked it and you choked a yes. but he wanted to see you, and taste you. see what you look like underneath the underwear for the first time. like the gentleman he was, he asked if you were ready like you did when it was his first time receiving oral sex. you nodded looking down at him. glossy blue eyes staring back, cheeks dusted with red and kiss-swollen pink lips. he was nothing less than gorgeous. fingers hooking the laced edge of your panties he slid them down slowly and off your legs. breath hitching and eyes widening. in awe of his seeing you for the first time. you were wet, practically dripping a sticky arousal that made your panties cling to your special place. leaning in he couldnโt help but inhale smelling nothing but you and the lingering scent of your lotion. wasting no time, he dips his head and starts licking slowly, tongue barely peeking out from his lips. trying to remember what he learned, attempting to replicate it. luckily getting the reaction he hoped for. you tried to silence your precious noises of bliss with your fist, but it wasnโt enough.
mewls slipping past the petals of your lips, the sounds going straight to his aching cock. it desperately trying to spring up beneath the constricting denim of his jeans. he continued on licking, sucking, and drooling all over your sensitive cunt for what felt like hours. eyes staying locked on your face not wanting to miss a single reaction from you. working you up until your thighs were trembling around his head. when he dared to press the tip of his tongue into your weeping hole you keened, back arching. whispering out a cry of his name as your hips bucked up onto his face, and that was the first time a man has ever given you an orgasm.
then it was the first time you had sex. you honestly donโt know how it happened, but could recite every detail at the same confusing time. it was during a youth trip that the church saved up money for through various bake sales and donations. to take a weekend trip down to a convention full of worship and bible study, lots of prayer, reading andโฆwell more reading. there weren't many people there that you knew, considering your church wasnโt that big and joined up with a few other neighboring churches to take this trip. everyone was around 18-22 years old, which honestly was a terrible idea to cram all of them together into one hotel. there were a couple of chaperones but they were hardly older than all the โyouthโ. but the elders of the organization mistakenly placed faith in them, assuming they wouldnโt do anything that could get them in trouble to say the least. amongst them you and dennis were some of the people they should not have trusted but for some reason they didโฆeveryone did. often, if someone would ask if you were a couple, one of your parents would step in and say โoh itโs nothing like that! theyโre like brother and sister.โ which was far from the truth, but you each just nodded to keep up the front, like you and dennis werenโt going down on each other multiple times a week.ย
when all of the participants of your churches group paired up with the same sex, that left you and dennis. and before one of the leaders could say anything about you not being able to stay together, your chaperone piped up saying it should be fine becauseโlike your families saidโyouโre like siblings and have known each other since diapersโwhich again, wasnโt true. neither of you are going to correct her by saying that it was since kindergarten, that would ruin the sale of the story. so the both of you nodded like usual hands clasped behind your backs and halos glowing above your heads. and somehow, by the grace of god she convinced the other chaperones. leaving with them to grab your keycard that was at the front desk on the other side of the hotel. while waiting, you whispered something about being all alone into dennisโ ear. not saying one word suggesting anything sexual. but dirty words werenโt needed when you both knew what you were implying. itโs not sex. but itโs sex stuff. itโs definitely different. totally.ย
the whole day was filled with sermons, prayer sessions and group activitiesโthat the older adults had raved about saying how thrilling theyโd be, but werenโtโhad gone by, and you were in your own in a hotel with dennis. alone, unnoticed, unbothered and unseen. for some reason, you felt differently than usual. like something would be different that day. maybe it was the fact that nobody was around to disturb you and that you were far away from your hometown and families along with everything else you grew up with. it being just the two of you, that made you feel this way. youโve already made out and went down on each other respectively. but it seemed fitting to do something new to make this new found temporary freedom. it didnโt have to be big, and mulling over the thought you realized heโs never seen you topless. youโve seen him without a shirt on beforeโout of ground pool parties and balloon fights during a small summer event, things like that. but nothing serious, chewing your lip you make up your mind. deciding you want him to see your breasts to show him that last part of you he hasnโt seen yet. so without an announcement and a deep breath you pull your shirt off and unclasp your bra, tossing it to where two pairs of pants that belonged to you and dennis were piled up.
his heart skipped a beat when his eyes were graced with the sight of your gorgeous breasts. eyes darting between the two unsure of which one he wants to stare at. so he settles for switching back and forth while stuttering out compliments. calling you divine, saying youโre the most beautiful girl heโs ever seen. that makes you smile shyly giving out a thank you in return. you let him fondle them however he likes, teasing your nipples with his tongue, twisting the buds in his fingers, and squeezing the soft flesh in his palms. then he takes his own shirt off and now together, the both of you were completely naked for the first time in front of the other. it was extremely intimate. each staring at the other taking in details youโve never seen before, noting every mark, mole and scar. you never felt this close to anyone before. before long he had his mouth on you drooling and kissing over your breasts while he sat bare between your legs. feeling his dick twitch on your leg you realize he was hard. telling him you want to kiss again and in an instant he rises up to fall onto your lips. hands greedily touching everywhere like he was a starving man who craved more but was unable to get.
it was already too far. not having a stitch of cloth on while he was one top of you. hard length rubbing against your thigh leaving wet trails too close to your heat. it was making you look to whatever rational thought you had in your mind, but you were feeling so warm and fuzzy that the good voice in your head went quiet. so you tell him, hesitantly, that you want it inside you, him inside you. deep inside. you want him to make you say his name. and he freezes. your face drops, getting scared. worrying that was the thing that made it too much, but he nodded and said he wanted it too. that he wanted you more than anything in the world leaning in to place a tender kiss on your lips.
then it happened. it hurt, stung even. every inch he fed you, stretching you out more than you thought you could handle. a single tear trials down your cheek and leaves a salty wet streak down yout then two, then more. not just from the pain but from the guilt, the want, the carnal desire you felt for him that melted you from the inside out. he muffled your wails of pain into his shoulder. telling you itโll be okay through he own gasp of shock from the new feeling. you were so tight, squeezing him like a vice. he had no idea something could feel this hot without burning him, the warmth of you making his arms tremble. it was incredibly stupid to do this without a condomโplus being out of wedlock, but it was too late for that. it was now, and now consisted of him kissing over your shoulders telling you how good you were doing. tears making your cheeks puffy, but to dennis, you looked insanely beautiful. once the pain calmed, you told him to try and move. when he did, doing an experimental roll of his waist, you both moaned in unison. holding on to each other for dear life like if you let go the bed would swallow you both. the pain came back, but as he slowly moved his hips, you could see the light at the end of the horizon; it started to feel good. really good. all the self-shame was fading away and being replaced with a daze of unadulterated pleasure. he rested his head in between your breasts sputtering out praises on how you feel so good, how did you feel so heavenly? dennis quickly began to understand why so many people have numerous children. his words came out in broken sentences interrupted with stuttering and whimpers alike.ย
the two of you didnโt last long, but it was expected. he rubbed at your clit until you clenched around him. the tight squeeze doing him in as he hurriedly pulled out to come all over your stomach with muttered and softย
ย โI love youโ into your skin.
and a few months after that, it was your first heartbreak. school was over and the both of you were now proud owners of a high school degree paired with acceptance letters from different colleges. the time you had left together was already limited, but the 3 months turned to a week, since dennisโ scholarship needed him for early acceptance. you understood, he was going to be a big amazing doctor one day. but during the week, you tried to push back the thought of him not being with you. him leaving you all alone. by yourself. there was your family of course. but he was your family the most important part of it. your person. the bond you built with him was something special. one that would be impossible to create with any other man you were sure of it. the last seven days were filled with passionate but sad touches to each other, secret dates that were disguised as friendly outings at one of the only restaurants in town, and you helping him pack.
when he was going to be driven to the airport, you were asked if you wanted to go. but you declined. not wanting to watch him walk into that airport, knowing he would never come out. but the hug goodbye was long and tight. you didnโt want to let go, and let all of your tears you had been keeping inside seep through his shirt and into his skin. staining him with your sadness, his older brother called for him telling him it was time to go. and you waved goodbye, a tremble in your smile as the car drove away. you stood there, watching it go until it was out of sight. you werenโt able to give him a goodbye kiss, but you did get to whisper a small โi love you too.โinto his ear before he turned away.ย
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The past doesn't stay buried, especially when your ex-boyfriend comes back into town and will keep you tied to him in any way he knows how.
Warnings: 18+, DUB-CON, toxic relationship, mentions of murder, manipulation, mentions of pregnancy, breeding kink, scent kink, predator and prey
Word Count: 4.4k
happy spooky season! this can be read as a standalone fic or as a part 2 to Scary Love. i'm running behind on my october event but i hope you enjoy this for now <3
Crisp autumn air wraps around you as if death itself was breathing down your neck.ย
But the feeling is soon replaced by the familiar warmth of the scent of roasted coffee beans and that chime of the bell on the door that you hear every time you enter The Weathervane.ย
He hasnโt noticed you yet.ย
The line of customers in front of you keeps him busy.ย ย
All you see is a mop of curls as he looks down, his eyes focused on the espresso machine.ย
Your lips twitch, finding it hard to fight a small smile.ย
You decide to get in line instead of sitting in your usual booth. He knows you come in every morning, but exactly when is the surprise.ย
And when itโs finally your turn to come up to the counter, thatโs when you see it. The flicker of surprise and the way his green eyes light up when seeing you.ย
You can see his shoulders relax like heโs already forgotten all about the customers before you and the customers still waiting in line after you.ย
โThe usual.โ It used to be a question but now he knows he doesnโt even have to ask you.ย
He knows what you want like the back of his hand.ย
You smile and he does too.ย ย
And you almost completely forget about your coffee, that not being the reason why you come into The Weathervane anymore.ย
You think you could stare at him for-.ย
โIs whole milk okay with that?โย
You blink and a girl with glasses is in front of you, holding a coffee cup with your order written on it.ย
She taps her foot on the floor impatiently, waiting for you to answer. You turn around and see the long line behind you, people giving you glares.ย
All you can do is give a curt nod.ย
Once you get your coffee, you get out of The Weathervane as fast as you can.ย
You take a sip, the warm liquid going down your throat as you walk through the chilly weather.ย
Your mouth twists up, something about it not tasting right.ย
You donโt know why you even go back there.ย
After taking a few more sips, you decide to dump the coffee in a trash can on the street.ย ย
You hide both your hands in the pockets of your jacket until you get home. The house is silent, untouched like itโs been frozen in time.ย
The house always feels empty when your mom is away on a business trip. Sheโs only been gone a day and wonโt be back for a week.ย ย
You try to let yourself be comfortable with the solitude, knowing youโll be filling your days with your part-time job, microwave dinners, and crappy TV.ย ย
It wasnโt always like this.ย ย
Your mom wants you to see a therapist. But you always shut her down, telling her youโre fine.ย ย
Both of you know that isnโt true.ย
Already feeling uneasy by the stillness of the house, you turn the TV on, knowing youโll either be stuck watching a soap opera, a cooking show, or the news.ย ย
Feeling discouraged by your options, you flip through the channels. With a grimace, you end up on the news anyway.ย
What you see on the screen leaves a gasp stuck in your throat.ย ย
You grip the remote tighter as you watch the newscaster deliver the breaking news. In a severe voice she says an electric outage at Willow Hill Psychiatric Hospital led to many patients escaping. The police have found some but not all.ย ย
You can feel the world tilt when she says his name, listing him as one of the criminals that escaped.ย
โThe Jericho Police Department is advising civilians not to approach any fugitives. They are regarded as extremely dangerous...โย
She keeps speaking but you canโt hear her. Her voice has turned to white noise.ย
A million different feelings tug you in a million different directions.ย ย
A wounded part of you wonders why he hasnโt come to you yet? But a fearful part of you worries what if he still does?ย
Your eyes find the front door, and you immediately check if itโs locked. You spend the next twenty minutes checking every door and window, deciding you would rather keep the monster out than let him in.ย
As the sunlight changes shape, becoming brighter through your windows. You sit on the couch, the energy you've exerted from running around the house and your mind being in a frenzy drains you. All you can do is sit there, trying to calm your frantic thoughts.ย
Buzzย
Buzzย
You open your eyes to a dark house. Only moonlight shines through partially closed curtains.ย ย
You blink your tired eyes and realize you fell asleep. Your phone buzzes again on the side table near you.ย
You furrow your brow at the number of missed calls from your mom. Just by taking a look at the texts from her, you guess she heard the news.ย
You send a short text telling her that youโre fine. Youโre still not sure if the news warrants this kind of reaction from her.ย ย
Seeing his name in a text from her forces you to remember the dream you were having.ย ย
Sunlight shone through the windows of The Weathervane as you sat in your usual booth, reading and waiting for your boyfriend to get a break from serving lattes.ย
You finally heard him sit down across from you and you didnโt waste a second to look up from the page of your book, finding the adoring gaze in his eyes and a smile tugging at his lips.ย
It always made you feel special when he looked at you like that. Like you were the only thing that mattered.ย ย
It made your cheeks feel warm and a grin appear that hurt your face.ย
You suppose you were happy.ย
But it only took a second for everything to change.ย
Suddenly, you were surrounded by trees so tall that you could barely even see the stars.ย
You blinked, your eyes finally adjusting to the darkness. And thatโs when you saw him. Standing only a few feet away from you.ย ย
You called out his name, walking closer to him.ย ย
You were hoping for that same smile and loving gaze that you got from him at The Weathervane.ย ย
Instead, he looked at you like you were a stranger.ย
No trace of your boyfriend.ย
He just cocked his head slightly, almost like he was the predator, and you were the prey.ย
Then it happened.ย
You watched in horror as his eyes started to grow bigger. His handsome features were replaced with monstrous ones, claws and sharp teeth.ย
And then you woke up.ย
You know how reminiscent the dream is of that night.ย
You almost hate how he sneaks himself into the corners of your subconscious. Finding you when youโre at your most vulnerable, making it so itโs still hard for you to go to places like The Weathervane because all you can think about is him when you step foot in there.ย
A noise on the front porch interrupts your thoughts. You freeze, staring at the locked front door. Your heart beats faster as you think about what could be on the other side.ย
With shaky legs, you stand up from the couch, the need to know what is out there eliminating any trace of a survival instinct you have.ย
Your lungs take in unsteady breaths of air as you step closer to the door. Shutting your eyes, his face flashes in your mind. With your hand on the doorknob, you prepare yourself for seeing the man who told you that you would never get away from him.ย
Relief floods you when you open the door to an empty porch. Only a flickering outdoor light and an October breeze greets you.ย
You shut the door with a sigh. Your wrecked nerves are probably getting to your head, making you hear things.ย
You turn around, thinking youโll see the same dark and undisturbed entry way.ย ย
Except heโs standing right in front of you.ย
Cloaked in darkness and wearing tattered clothes, his hair has grown longer since the last time you saw him. It looks unwashed as his curls stick to his forehead.ย ย
A fractured breath falls from your lips as you try not to let him see how much he frightened you.ย
The phantom of a wound is still painted on his face. It makes your mouth twist up. You donโt know if itโs because of the fact he was hurt or if itโs a reminder of how much time has passed since you last saw him.ย
โTyler?โ Your voice comes out in a crackly whisper, like an old television coming back to life.ย
He stares at you like heโs unsure if youโre real or something his sick brain conjured up to either make him feel better or torture him.ย
With a shaky hand, he brings his thumb to your cheek. Your breath hitches as his calloused skin barely kisses your cheek. Your eyelids flutter shut, finally feeling his touch again.ย
Then his arm falls back to his side.ย
โYou never came to visit.โย
You open your eyes, finding Tyler with his brow furrowed.ย
You open your mouth but then you close it, not knowing what to say. Swallowing, you try to find the words.ย
โYour dad told me it was best not to. And because-.โย
โMy dad?โ A painful confusion is clear in his voice. โAnd why would you listen to him?โย
Your eyes shift to the floor. You have no idea how to explain to Tyler what happened after he was arrested.ย
You knew that it was Tyler who was committing those murders, and the police were going to figure that out sooner than later.ย ย
One of the last things Tylerโs father did as sheriff was erase you from any files that had to do with his son. According to him, you barely knew Tyler. So, the rest of the police department never knew any differently.ย
You realized that not many people knew you and Tyler had been dating. So it was easy to pretend like it never happened. In the singular conversation you had with him, Tylerโs father made it clear not to visit his son at Willow Hill. It would only raise suspicions.ย
And you never wanted to admit that you were fine not visiting Tyler. It was easier to pretend like you hadnโt known him.ย
At least you thought it would be easy. Everyone else let you pretend, but you could never forget about him.ย
โI just...didnโt want to see you in there.โ You end up saying, lying right to his face.ย
You thought it was best not to bring up the past and not to remind him of the consequences of his actions.ย
You know heโs suffered. You can see it on his face and in his eyes.ย
He looks away from you, his face tensing as if heโs wincing from pain.ย
โIโm sorry,โ you weakly apologize, hoping it brings him some sort of comfort.ย
If it does, he doesnโt show it.ย
โWhy donโt you go upstairs and clean up?โ You muster up your most nurturing voice.ย
He nods, still not meeting your gaze and goes upstairs.ย
You watch him, your front teeth gnawing on your bottom lip.ย ย
~ย
Tyler doesnโt even have to tell you how exhausted he is, you could tell. He probably hasnโt slept a wink since he escaped Willow Hill.ย ย
While he showers, you figure out that he picked the lock of the back door, needing to find a way into your house.ย
You arenโt sure how to feel about it.ย
After he showers, you give him the clothes you found at the bottom of your drawer. Clothes of his you werenโt sure why you held onto.ย
You explain to him that your mom will be out of town for the week, so he can stay there until he figures something else out.ย
You say it with the thought in the back of your mind that you wonโt be part of whatever he will be doing next.ย
But you notice how his shoulders relax when you tell him that he has at least one week at your house.ย
You let him crawl into your bed, string lights leaving a soft glow on his skin.ย
His curls are damp, and he wears an old sweatshirt of his. Something he let you wear from time to time.ย
You get in after him, watching him fall asleep, peace overcoming his tense features.ย
You lie there, sleep not coming to you as easily.ย ย
Things were simple with Tyler in the beginning. Or so you thought.ย ย
He was a true gentleman. Taking you out on cute dates, making you coffee every day, and it was clear that your feelings were more important to him than him just wanting to get off.ย
You thought he was sweeter than other guys you had dated. You knew that he had been into some trouble in the past. But you mostly blamed the people he was hanging around.ย
Then everything changed.ย
You got caught in the woods at night. Your car was broken down, and you had no choice but to make the trek back to town.ย ย
And you saw it. You saw the monster there had been so many whispers about.ย
You thought you had gotten away from it, you even found Tyler in the darkness of the woods.ย
Until you realized that you had ran right into the monsterโs arms.ย
After that, you went into The Weathervane less. Tyler noticed, making thinly veiled threats until you resumed your daily visits even if you had no idea what to say to him.ย
He was fine with that, just sitting in silence when the cafรฉ was empty. When you finally looked at him, you would catch him staring at you. Hunger and longing swirled in his green eyes with a sense of sadness, and you couldnโt help but feel your heart clench.ย
You hated the fact you still had feelings for him after you knew the terrible things he had done.ย
But you couldnโt stop it.ย
It was like a sickness that took over you, making you throw up any old sense of yourself.ย
He wanted to resume the movie nights that you two had before that night in the woods.ย
It used to be something innocent, just a night that you wanted to be in each other's company.ย
But now that the ice had been broken, it wasnโt long into the movie before his hand was down your pants, and his lips were hungrily on yours.ย
He would take you right there on the couch, not caring that his dad could walk in at any moment.ย
And you realized that you wanted it, needed it. You wanted him to pound into you until you were squeezing around him. You wanted to feel his cum dripping down your leg.ย ย
You knew how much he enjoyed filling you up. You worried he wanted you pregnant.ย
You thought it might happen until he was sent to Willow Hill.ย ย
Now you can feel the warmth radiating off his side of the bed. You never thought you would be this close to him again.ย
~ย
When you wake up, you find the other side of the bed empty. For a moment, you worried that you hallucinated the entire thing.ย
But when you head downstairs, you find Tyler leaning against the kitchen counter with his arms crossed as if heโs waiting for something.ย
His eyes find yours when you walk into the room and they soften.ย
โGood morning,โ you say quietly.ย
He says the same, both of you keeping a shyness almost like a wall between the two of you.ย
Suddenly, the toaster pops up, pulling Tylerโs attention away from you.ย
You watch him put the pieces of toast on a plate, spreading butter onto the warm bread, and grabbing an already full cup of coffee from the counter.ย
โI made you breakfast,โ he tells you as he puts the plate and mug down on the table. โI can make you something else too. I just wasnโt sure what you wanted.โย
โThis is good,โ you almost interrupt him.ย ย
Now itโs his turn to watch you as you sit down, noticing how your expression changes.ย
He sits across from you before you ask, โAre you going to have anything?โย
โIโm not that hungry.โย
You try to hide your grimace as youโre unsure if thatโs really true.ย
Tyler making you breakfast is a surprise. It almost reminds you of the beginning of your relationship with him. And that gives you a strange feeling.ย
โYou know you didnโt have to make me anything.โย
He blinks and you worry youโve upset him.ย
Instead, he just gazes deeply into your eyes, almost like heโs holding you hostage, like you couldnโt look away from him even if you tried.ย
His brow is furrowed slightly, that intensity taking over him again.ย
โI just want to take care of you.โย
And he did.ย
In more ways than one.ย
You werenโt sure how it was going to be, letting Tyler stay with you while the police were looking for him. But it was easy for you and Tyler to play house.ย
Throughout the next week, it was a sort of domesticity with him that you thought you would never experience.ย
It was sweet how he followed you around the house, wanting to help you with any household chores that needed to be done.ย
He helped you cook dinner and he finally ate, which made you feel better.ย
The entire time you thought you must be dreaming. It was almost like the Tyler you had always wanted. It was like all the anger inside him had vanished.ย ย
The only signs that he had done those terrible things and went through something awful were the scars on his body and the dark circles under his eyes.ย
When everything was done for the night, he would sit on the couch with you, watching TV.ย ย
The first day, you two were just getting used to being around each other again.ย
But once it got dark, the both of you alone, it was easy for your lips to find each other's.ย
Once he started, it became hard for him to stop.ย
You donโt think you could count how many times he made you come undone.ย
And each time, he would fill you up, and you reveled in how good it felt to feel him twitch inside you, feeling as physically close to him as you could.ย
It scared you that you felt that way, that you enjoyed feeling that way.ย
But you could tell Tyler loved it just as much as you did, watching his seed leak out of your cunt, taking pleasure in his way of marking you as his.ย
You did have to go to work a few times, leaving Tyler to stay at home while you went to your part-time job at the local market.ย
You were already running late, trying to make something to eat really quick before you had to leave.ย
Until you felt Tyler behind you.ย
You were trapped between him and the kitchen counter.ย
You were wearing a dress that day, knowing you would just be at the register anyway.ย
Without saying anything, he brought his fingers under your dress. His large hand found his way into your panties, long fingers swiping along your folds.ย ย
He quickly moved them away and you almost wanted to cry out in protest. You watched as he put two of his fingers, glistening with your wetness, into his mouth. He did this as if it was the most casual thing in the world.ย
He licked his lips after his fingers were out of his mouth.ย
โI had to see if you tasted just as sweet as you smell.โย ย
You stared back at him, your mind not fully working.ย
He brought his face closer to yours, his voice got raspier. โOf course you do. I could lick you all day.โย
You shuddered, closing your eyes as he kissed you, guiding you on top of the counter and ripping your panties off.ย
You ended up having to call into work because Tyler wouldnโt stop making you come on his tongue.ย
He licked at you and drew circles into your clit with the tip of his tongue. He drank your nectar before fucking you with his fingers, making you come even harder than you had already.ย ย
You needed a nap once he was done with you.ย
You never wanted it to end, this thing between you and Tyler.ย ย
But then the last night came. The night before your mother was supposed to come back home.ย
You rehearsed it about a million times in your head, how you were going to tell Tyler that he had to leave. That it was probably best for him to get away from Jericho.ย ย
Whenever you left the house, either for work or for errands, you saw the increased presence of the police and how they were still looking for him, along with a couple other escaped patients.ย
It scared you. What if someone in town randomly remembered that you used to hang out with Tyler? What if the police showed up at your house and demanded to be let in?ย
You werenโt sure if you could be separated from Tyler, but you knew it was best if he left. And now he had no choice with your mother coming home.ย
You thought he might be stressed, trying to figure out what his next move would be. Instead, he acted like everything was fine, like he wasnโt on the run from the police, like he didnโt have to be out of your house by the end of the night.ย
You were hesitant to approach him, but you knew you had to.ย
You find him in the kitchen, still cleaning up from dinner.ย
You feel your chest twist up, but you swallow the feeling down.ย
โTyler, we need to talk.โย
He looks up from what heโs doing, almost looking surprised.ย
โMy mom is going to be back tomorrow.โ You hope only saying that would give him the message.ย
His eyes fall back onto the counter.ย
โSo, you want me to leave?โย
Something thick has settled between you two.ย ย
โYou have to, Tyler.โย
His green eyes find you again.ย
โYouโre not coming with me?โย
โWhat?โ You shake your head, shocked. โYou know I canโt.โย
โWhy not? Whatโs stopping you?โย
โEverything. My whole life is here.โย
He scoffs, looking away for a second.ย
โYou hate Jericho.โย
You stare at him, realizing heโs right. But your problem isnโt leaving, itโs leaving with him.ย
โI canโt.โย
โSo, what was this week then?โ His voice rises in anger. โAll of that meant nothing to you? You just wanted me to make you come about a hundred times?โย
โTyler, stop,โ your voice cuts through the air.ย
โI thought we had a future.โ Hurt laces his words.ย
โA future?โ you ask incredulously. โYouโre a fugitive, Tyler. What kind of future could we have?โย
He doesnโt have an immediate answer to that.ย
He swallows, his voice quieter as he says, โAfter everything we did this week, you donโt think you might be...โย
Your brows knit together, trying to understand what he means. When you realize, it hits you like a ton of bricks.ย
โI donโt know. Do you want me to be pregnant? Was that your goal?โ Now itโs your turn to be angry.ย
He steps closer to you, his eyes lit up with a madness that makes you squirm, reminding you of the times youโve wanted away from him.ย
โI love you.โ And you know he means it because he says it so intensely, like youโre the air he breathes and without heโd be dead. โHow could I not want that?โย ย
You blink, your vision starting to blur.ย
โThis is why I canโt be with you. I donโt trust you.โย
He stills at your words. A coldness in his eyes makes you step backward, stumbling a little.ย
โStay away from me,โ you shakily warn.ย
โWhat are you going to do?โ he taunts.ย
He doesnโt stop walking closer to you and so you do the only thing you can think of. You leave through the back door, running into the woods behind your house.ย ย
Your feet crunch on fallen leaves and crack weak twigs. The full moon illuminates your path through the dark trees.ย
You can feel your heart beating faster, your breaths getting quicker. You donโt even know where youโre going, you just want away from Tyler, from this town, from everything.ย
You think you can hear footsteps behind you and that makes you quicken your pace.ย
It isnโt until the muscles in your legs are screaming that you stop, trying to hide behind a tree.ย
You hear him stop, trying to figure out where you couldโve gone.ย
His searching footsteps stop, and you think he finally left. Until a rough hand grabs your arm from the other side of the tree, making you scream.ย
He drags you to the other side, pinning you against the harsh bark of the tree.ย ย
โYou canโt run away from me,โ he rasps against the soft skin of your neck. He breathes you in. โI know what you smell like.โย
His tongue finds a drop of sweat on your neck. He hums at the taste of you.ย
You bring your hand into his curls, eyes fluttering.ย ย
You donโt trust Tyler, but you do love him.ย
He kisses at your neck, teeth biting as he decorates it with marks.ย
โI knew you couldnโt stay away from me.โย
He lifts you up, moving your panties to the side before unzipping his pants.ย
He puts his flushed tip to your soaking wet cunt before thrusting into you. He sets a brutal pace, stretching you around him.ย
Your nails dig into his shoulder as you hold onto him, cries being tugged out of your throat.ย
โI donโt think you could survive without me,โ he breathes into your ear.ย
You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.ย
โMaybe Iโll give you no choice but to come with me.โย
Through the haze of your pleasure, you understand what he means.ย
And maybe you want the same thing.ย
As you feel your orgasm wash over you, he stills, spilling himself inside you. The remnants of his warm sticky cum drips down your leg.ย
He captures your lips in a violent kiss, teeth biting into your lip.ย
And you know deep down that youโll be tied to Tyler forever.ย
Jigsaw (Saw) & the Reluctant Participant
Kink: Interrogation Play
Warnings: cnc, degradation (just a lil),Jungwon is lowkey scary, sex machine, orgasm denial, edging
Prompt: Trapped and powerless, you find yourself at the mercy of the infamous Jigsaw, your body craving the twisted pleasure he offers. As control slips from your grasp, desire and submission blur, leading you down a dark, seductive path where surrender becomes the ultimate thrill. How far will you go when there's no turning back?
The second installment to my Kinktober List 2024.
Darkness surrounded you, you were drowning in the dark around you. Your eyes couldn't make out any surrounding walls the slightly dimmed, single light above your head not helping you see. It wasn't quiet though, a whirring in the background maybe some kind of machinery being a constant noise. A smell of old dust maybe cement or stone you couldnโt tell.
When you start becoming more aware you feel the press of cold metal around your wrists and ankles, moving them but being pinned too close to really move at all. They wrapped tight around your limbs and the chair you were tightly strapped to. Your heartbeat increases more the more conscious you become. Your head pounds when you try turning it and a metallic noise sounds out in the room.
Then you hear a voice, talking slow and calculated, and a shiver runs through you. You can't really tell where it's coming from, still disoriented.
Thereโs bold lettering on the walls spelling out the sentence;โ Wanna play a game?โ Though your muffled brain doesnโt catch the clue. The writing done with red dripping paint.
"Youโve been living in the shadows of your desires for too long, havenโt you?"
You know who it is immediately. The telltale sign of the room, his voice, his choice of words. It all points its fingers to one person. Jigsaw. You've heard of people disappearing but it all seemed so unbelievable, so distant until right now.
You canโt tell where the voice is coming from. A small old speaker situated in the corner gives the output of his voice a slight crackle. Each word was slow, methodical like he really wanted you to listen carefully.
โFor too long, you've indulged in a life of selfishness and excess, but today you will confront the truths youโve buried deep inside. Today, youโll face your punishment.โ
Your punishment? For what? What did you do? Your mind races to find any explanation. The last thing that you remember before getting hereโฆ.
Your breath catches in your throat in panic. A hiss cuts through the air. The uselessly dimming light illuminating a corner. That's when you see it, the machine that you've been hearing since the beginning. A big construction of steel, wires, tubes, and complex-looking engineering.
Right in front stands a cloaked figure, masked in the infamous puppet.
Jigsaw
He steps forward brushing his fingers along the machine's surface, the sound ominous, making you scared of what is to come. His voice, though distorted from his mask is clearer now booming through the room without the speaker.
"This machine I constructed will test youโyour limits, your fears, your deepest urges. It is the key to your survival."
You struggle more against your restraints, he only continues watching in amusement.
โYour life, your choices... theyโve led you here.โ
He pauses slightlyย โYou believe control gives you power, that by dominating others, you are invincible. But true power comes from understanding weakness. Now, you will be stripped of your control, left to endure the very submission youโve forced onto others.โ
You froze when he mentioned this. Yes, you had been a bit of a control freak and maybe that had led to your partners leaving you but did that really warrant you getting punished by the one and only Jigsaw killer? You werenโt a corrupt authority figure or a drug abuser. You just liked being in control of everything, your life, your decisions, your partners, and everything in the bedroom.ย
You couldnโt let yourself be vulnerable with them but it could have been worse, you kept telling yourself.
What if I canโt take this? What if I break? The thought sends shivers down your spine but maybeโฆ maybe I deserve this.
Your brain supplies uselessly, just adding unnecessary fear.
The chains tighten against your body suddenly, pulling you upright and facing the machine. Itโs louder now as if it was preparing itself for the task ahead.
"You see, this is not a game of pain alone, but a game of pleasure and controlโof denial and submission. If you wish to live, you must learn the cost of indulgence. Every choice you make will bring you closer to release... or your end.โ
Your eyes widen in fear your body trembling just slightlyย
He moves closer his voice deeper and more intimate now. You can see a mop of brown hair peeking out from his hood and it drops slightly in front of the mask.
โBut I warn you... the release you seek may not be the one you think.โ
The lights turn on and off, and a cold metallic arm extends from the machine, hovering inches from your body. Terrified you look at it then back at your captor as if your pleading look would get him to release you.
โYour test begins now.โ
The metal arms the machine carries click further, stirring in their place. For a moment you hold your breath in anticipation of what's going to come next. The cold air hushes against your skin and you become aware; that youโre still clothed but for how long?
He steps closer his voice as calm as ever though the weight of his words grows heavier each time.
โYouโve spent your life hiding behind the armor of your choices. Your clothes... your mask. But here, there is no mask. No barriers.โ
He makes another pause that drags on uncomfortably long so.
โThe truth is revealed when thereโs nothing left to hide.โ
He gestures slowly to the arms and before you can react they lurch forward, grasping at your clothes and removing them one by one. Thereโs no aggression no rush, the movements are slow, practiced sharp motions stripping you of your last clothing items.
They easily slice through the fabric and your skin forms goosebumps from the cold in the room. You stay impossible still though in case they would accidentally cut not just the fiber.
Jigsaw watches without any noise or reaction, he sees every twitch of discomfort, every taken breath, and every bodily response. His gaze isnโt lustful, itโs calculating almost clinical as if undressing you was just another test, just another day.
He was doing more than just removing your clothes, he was getting rid of your last defenses. You press your eyes closed in hopes of waking up from this nightmare and if not just helping you slip into a state of ignorance bliss.ย
He notices immediately.
โThe more you fight, the longer this will take,โ he murmurs. โYou cannot hide from your desires. And soon, you wonโt be able to hide from mine.โ
The final fabric falling to the floor you open your eyes again, left completely naked, completely exposed, bound to the machine, revealed by the forever flickering overhead light. Your skin burns with the cold but even more from the burning gaze of being watched - Jigsawโs masked gaze drinking up everything.
For a moment, all is still. The whir of the machine quiets, leaving only the sound of their ragged breathing.
โNow,โ Jigsaw finally says, stepping closer, his voice low and deliberate, โwe can begin.โ
The masked manโs voice breaks the silence, his tone calm but heavy with purpose.
"Youโve spent your life controlling everything and everyone around you. But what happens when the one thing you canโt controlโฆ is yourself?"
He steps closer around you, circling like youโre prey and heโs the predator that will sink his teeth into you. The constant noise of the machine does nothing to calm you down, it just furthers the energy in the room.
"Hereโs your first question: When was the last time you let someone else take control?"
You thought about it for a moment, your cheeks heating up despite the situation given, out of embarrassment at having to admit to these kinds of questions.
"I donโt remember. Itโs been a long time." you reluctantly respond, unwilling to give up any more information. You were hoping he didnโt know you too closely to think of this as a โwrongโ answer. Playing stupid in front of a genius killer.
โPlease you donโt have to do any of this. I already learned my lesson, justโฆplease let me go.โ You tried reasoning because you really would try to change.
You gulped your fear down slightly. Not willing to show how much he affected your emotions. He canโt know, because exactly that, he will use against you.
Jigsawโs mask tilts slightly, as if in curiosity, though his voice remains in the same tone as always, no hint of any emotion. He ignored your effort to try and convince him to let you go.
"Youโre not as good at avoiding the truth as you think. Youโve let someone take control before... and youโll do it again, whether you admit it or not. But denial has its consequences."
His hand moved in his dark coat, probably pressing a button.
Your heart rate spiked up. And the machineโs arm buzzes, the hum rising in pitch as it begins its cruel teasing, it started slow, the touch foreign. A little uncomfortable on your skin, surgical. The coldness of the metal pipes that brushed against your sides contrasted with the softness of the hands themselves. They caressed your chest, not going straight to torturing your most intimate parts. They just slightly massaged your nipples, making them hard rather quickly because of how soft the hands themselves felt. You stared down at them in focus and bit your lips to stifle any noises.
You could deal with this, if it stayed just like this, which you seriously doubted. But nonetheless, you pep-talked yourself.
Just when you thought you were getting used to the sensations on your body the arms moved down your body until they reached the place that was dripping now. One circled your clit, and buzzed a little in vibration. It made you try and curl into yourself, denying yourself to enjoy the pleasurable feel but your restraints kept you immobile, you could only squirm and clench your teeth to not make any noise however when the other one moved down to your slicked-up hole, and began pushing a solid digit in, a moan slipped out.
You were slowly breaking, each movement making it harder to concentrate, soon youโd have to choose between stifling your noises and answering your captor.
โAvoidance wonโt save you. You canโt control what you refuse to face.โ
A pause. Then, the next question cuts through the silence.
โTell me... when was the last time you let yourself lose controlโcompletely?โ
The words hang in the air like a challenge, daring you to confront your deepest vulnerabilities.
And you think about his words from before, there was a slight warning in it, making you rethink how you should reply to this one. You pause a little more.
"Iโฆ I donโt know. I canโt remember." You nonetheless answer.
His laughter, low and almost mocking, fills the room. Oh, you fucked up, didnโt you? Regret flooding your system immediately, and wishing you could take your response back.
"Youโre lying to yourself now. You remember.โ He steps behind you now. The hair on your neck rises in anticipation and fright of not being able to see him. Losing that control so easily.
ย โYouโve lost control before, and you will again. But youโre still clinging to your delusion of power. Letโs see how much longer that lasts."
The machineโs touch becomes more relentless, it drags so deliciously over your folds, then back into your hole and out again. teasing you more relentlessly now. You were so close but it just wasnโt quite enough. Each time you almost let yourself step over that edge it would get pulled away from you. The constant denial drives the message home: the more you refuse to admit the truth, the less control you have.
Thereโs only one way out of this. To answer honestly. And thatโs the thing you dread most.
The machine turns so loud now, but you can barely focus on anything besides the constant stimulation your pussy is receiving. Youโre so so close. Your body is trembling in frustration from not getting any release your breathing is shallow and quick. Your ass was soaked in your own juices making the slide so wet. Your hips unconsciously tried pushing against the hands searching for just enough stimuli to reach your high.
Jigsawโs voice, calm but with an undercurrent of menace, cuts through the tension. And he steps back into your line of sight his tall frame intimidating even if he isnโt physically big.
โYouโre still avoiding the truth. How long do you think you can hold onto this delusion?โ
The pressure increases, the sensation teetering on the edge of unbearable, and yet it keeps you hanging just short of satisfaction. The more you resist, the more helpless you feel. The room grows colder, the air heavy with the weight of Jigsaw's impending next question.
Jigsawโs voice becomes darker, more insistent. He unbuttoned the first buttons of his cape, slowly taking it off. Revealing a dress shirt, a grey vest, a tie, and matching slacks underneath. Formal wear, something you definitely didnโt expect
You threw the cape into a corner of the room. His clothes pleasingly fit his form, lean muscles making them fit on him deliciously. You immediately shook your head from the thoughts invading your mind.
โSince you canโt seem to tell the truth about losing control, letโs make it simpler.โ
You sigh slightly in relief, maybe he would make this easier on you. He pauses, letting the silence stretch painfully long, allowing your mounting frustration to fester.
โWhen was the last time you were forced to submit to someone elseโs will?โ
He leans closer, the weight of his presence suffocating, even though you canโt see his face clearly behind the mask. You could just slightly make out his dark eyes behind the mesh of the eye holes.
His hand came up to your face picking it up and tilting it, making you automatically have to let your eyes stay on him.
โTell me, who made you feel powerless?โ With his eyes piercing you it was like he lured the truth out of you.
You felt the machine's arms twitch, waiting for the answer, threatening more denial or perhaps something worse. The movement completely halting made your answer finally be something akin of the truth.
โIโฆ I was forced before. Itโs happened before, and I hated it.โ Your thoughts flashed back to your ex, how no matter what you told him, he just did whatever he wanted. You had lost total control not just of your guysโ relationship but also yourself. And you never absolutely ever wanted to experience something like that again.
Now you were forced to confront that same thing.
The room falls silent, and for the first time, Jigsawโs voice softens, though it still carries a chilling edge. He caresses your head in a gesture that was supposed to be reassuring but made it feel more mockingly with the mask staring down at you.
โGood. Youโre starting to understand. Submission is not a weakness, but denial of it is. The truth you fear most is what will set you free... if you survive.โ
The machineโs teasing is slower now, giving them just enough reprieve to catch their breath. The chains remain tight, but the suffocating pressure eases. Jigsawโs voice lowers to a whisper. His hold on you releasing.
โBut this is far from over. Youโve only scratched the surface of your truth. Thereโs still more to reveal.โ He steps away from you, crossing his arms and tilting his head in observation.
The tension from your body slightly eases from the slowed-down movements, giving you time to take some much-needed shaky breaths. The cold air once again seems more present now, prickling your skin your heart still pounding from the onslaught of pleasure from before. The machineโs grip eases just a fraction.
ย After what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks, his voice quieter but still filled with unmatched control.
โGood. Admitting that youโve submitted before means youโre starting to understand the game. Submission isnโt weaknessโitโs inevitable when your will is tested beyond its limits.โ
It almost sounded like he wanted to reassure you that it was okay, to admit these dark vulnerabilities to him. Well if you did, you might as well do it here. You doubt a serial killer will judge you much for what youโll be saying.
A brief pause, his masked face tilting the other way slightly as though studying you.
โBut donโt mistake this for mercy. Your truth is just the beginning. Now we see how deep your submission runs.โ
The machine remains poised, its presence a constant threat, but for now, it lingers, awaiting the next phase of the game.
Jigsaw steps closer, the sound of his footsteps sharp against the cold floor. The black dress shoes that you take notice of now, snapping against the concrete.ย Heโs still calm, still methodical, but now thereโs a palpable shift in his demeanor. Heโs pushing deeper into your mind, now that he knows you have started to break.
โSince youโve confessed to losing control, itโs time we explore something else.โ
His voice lowers, the intensity rising in his tone as he moves even closer. Each time he was about to ask a question your heart would pick up a few beats, the only thing filling you being pure and utter terror.
โYouโre not just afraid of losing controlโฆ are you? Youโre afraid of how much you crave it.โ
Your breath hitched because you knew, you knew how right he was about that. The tension in the air thickens as he leans in, his breath cold against your skin. A shaky breath escaped you at the contact. Just a little more and his mask would brush against you if he would just take it off and do exactly that. You almost missed the constant rubbing and teasing the hands provided.
โSo tell me... when was the last time you gave in to that craving and enjoyed being powerless?โ
The question is like a knife, cutting into your deepest, most secret desires. Your body stiffens, the air suddenly feeling even colder, as you realize what Jigsaw is really askingโthe fear and desire to submit intertwined.
โIโฆ I donโt want to admit it, but I have enjoyed it before. I didnโt mean to, but I did.โ Your eyes fell shut again at your admission like that could hide you.
Jigsaw falls silent, and the air feels thick with tension, each second feels longer and longer. The mechanical humming seems to soften slightly, but the weight of the your confession hangs in the room like a dark cloud.
โNow youโre starting to understand.โ His face moves away but not very far.
The machine slows, giving the victim just enough relief to let their body relax, though the threat still lingers. Jigsaw steps back, watching as the victim trembles, their skin still sensitive from the teasing denial.
โAdmitting youโve enjoyed powerlessness is the first step. But now comes the real test. Weโre going to see how much you can take before that craving becomes your breaking point.โ
Jigsaw stands still for a moment, letting the weight of the victimโs confession settle in. Processing. The air feels heavier, your pulse racing as you realize what youโve just admitted. The machine, which had briefly slowed its torment, hums again, but this time with a new energy.
"So, youโve finally confessed. Youโve craved the very thing youโve always deniedโpowerlessness."
He steps forward, his presence even more imposing. The cold metal of the machine hums louder, and the victim's body, trembling with anticipation, tightens as the teasing pulses resume. The sensation is different now faster, more concentrated more focused in a new vigor.
Jigsawโs voice lowers, almost intimate, as he leans in close to the victimโs ear.
"Now, letโs test how deep that craving goes."
He flips a switch on the machine, and instantly, the teasing becomes an overwhelming onslaught of pleasure and pain, pushing you closer to the edge than theyโve ever been before. In a matter of seconds, you're back to panting like a dog in heat. The mechanical arms grip tighter, pulling your body taut as the pulses of sensation ripple through you. Itโs like they knew each brush, each thrust, each button to get you closer and closer.
You buck involuntarily against the restraints, your breath quickening, muscles straining. Your moans ring out clearly through the room no restrain anymore in them.ย
"Do you want to submit completely?" Jigsawโs voice echoes, a command hidden in the question.
Jigsaw stands still for a moment, letting the weight of the victimโs confession settle in. The air feels heavier, their pulse racing as they realize what theyโve just admitted. The machine, which had briefly slowed its torment, hums again, but this time with a new energy.
"So, youโve finally confessed. Youโve craved the very thing youโve always deniedโpowerlessness."
He steps forward, his presence even more imposing. The cold metal of the machine hums louder, and the victim's body, trembling with anticipation, tightens as the teasing pulses resume. The sensation is different nowโmore intense, more invasiveโyet still withholding that elusive release.
Jigsawโs voice lowers, almost intimate, as he leans in close to the victimโs ear.
"Now, letโs test how deep that craving goes."
He flips a switch on the machine, and instantly, the teasing becomes an overwhelming onslaught of pleasure and pain, pushing the victim closer to the edge than theyโve ever been before. The mechanical arms grip tighter, pulling their body taut as the pulses of sensation ripple through them.
Your body bucks involuntarily against the restraints, your breath quickening, muscles straining.ย
"Do you want to submit completely?" Jigsawโs voice echoes, a command hidden in the question.
"Tell me," Jigsaw continues, his voice a dangerous whisper. "If you want release, beg for it. Admit you have no control left. If you refuse, youโll stay here, until your mind and body break."
You can barely think, your body trembling involuntarily as the machine keeps you teetering on the edge, closer to release than ever but still denied. Every muscle strains against the chains, to try and get out, as you feel your resolve slipping.
"Submit completely," Jigsaw orders, the demand hanging heavy in the air. "Or resist, and you will never know release again."
It was clear what your answer was going to be. Too out of it to even try to resist his commands. Too fucking desperate to get that release, to feel yourself leak onto the machinery below. To make a mess of everything even more.
You're too overwhelmed by the relentless sensations, gasping for breath. Aching for release, the denial becoming unbearable, bordering painful.
You wanted to let go, absolutely you did. You wanted somebody to completely take over the reins that you so desperately held on to. To give yourself completely over, to not focus on any control at all because that someone, you would trust completely.
โPleaseโฆโ you whisper, your voice trembling, soaked in desperation. โPlease, I canโt take it anymore. I submit. Iโm not in control. Iโฆ I need it.โ Each word spills from your lips, raw and pleading, your gaze locked onto his, craving touch, his touch
A sinister smile creeps beneath his mask, a dark victory shining in his eyes. The machineโs movements slow, almost as if savoring your confession. The restraints tighten one last time, an agonizing reminder of your submission, beforeโrelease. The mechanical pulses surge, overwhelming your senses in a tidal wave of sensation.
But itโs his fingers you feel nowโlong, thick, and unmistakably human. Your eyes snap open, and there he is, Jigsaw, looming over you, a predator inching closer. As his fingers plunge deep inside you, you canโt help but feel the unmistakable hardness pressing against your thigh. The heat radiates from him, mingling with your own arousal, igniting a primal fire within.
โLook at you,โ he murmurs, his voice dripping with lust. โSo eager to be used. Youโre just a filthy little thing, begging for it.โ Your body convulses at his words, caught in a dizzying mix of pleasure and pain. Each thrust of his fingers drags against your walls, expertly hitting that sensitive spot the machines had cruelly denied.
โCan you feel how much I want you?โ he breathes, his breath quickening, sending shivers down your spine. โYouโre mine now. Iโm going to make you feel every bit of it. Iโll take that control and give you exactly what you craveโ The way he speaks makes your head spin, and you realize heโs as lost in this moment as you are, his arousal palpable and intoxicating.
โGood. Youโve learned your lesson,โ he growls, his voice a low, seductive rumble that vibrates through your core. โBut rememberโฆ this is only the beginning of your real submission. I want you to scream for me, to beg for more.โ The tension hangs thick in the air, the two of you bound together in this dark, twisted dance of desire.
As your mind spirals into blissful oblivion, everything fades to blackโjust as it all began. Youโre left spent, breathless, fully aware that youโve relinquished the control you once clung to so desperately. In this dark embrace, surrender becomes the sweetest ecstasy, a thrilling intertwining of your desires and his.
The Hitcher (The Hitcher) & the Unlucky Driver
Kink: Dom/Sub
Warnings: Degradation(once), cumeating, fingering, receiving(m), cnc
Prompt: You pick up a wandering hitchhiker not realizing what danger you have gotten into before it is too late. Your road trip quickly turns into a living nightmare or biggest fantasy of yours.
The first installment to my Kinktober List 2024.
This was it, the constant sun beaming from above, your road-trip playlist at the best volume, the scenery of passing mountains and forests passing by. Nothing was better than this. There was a good reason for all this, you don't just get up one day and say you're taking an adventure across the country.
You were simple like that though, only driven by one reason. The risk and unknown of driving alone and going anywhere that interested you.
It's been going well, spending nights in different hotels, some better than others. Making friends with locals or making enemies, depending on where you were trying the most amazing street food, and praying not to get food poisoning.
Your phone was blissfully on โdo not disturbโ to not irritate you when you would no doubt get countless calls from each family member asking where you were and all that boring stuff. You were not even in the mood to talk to your friends lately, just some much-needed alone time and the tickling thrill of no one having a single clue.
Your foot was back on the gas pedal and your hands were on your trusty steering wheel, you had stopped and gotten some food but werenโt tired yet so you just continued driving at night this time. It also had its allure now combined with your night-drive playlist and roads where there was no other car, this was exactly your type of excitement. However, that quickly wore off into a more relaxed and slow drive.
The road you were on was in the middle of nowhere, you took it because there was no way you were going to get stuck in traffic for hours on end. It was through a mountain range surrounded by a thick forest with big pine trees, not that you could make them out that well in this darkness.
The moon and your headlights were the only thing illuminating the place at all.
Going down further on the road you notice a silhouette at the roadside getting bigger and clearer the closer you drive to it. You decided to slow down and see a man hand out in the typical โhitchhikerโ symbol. At this time of night? Youโd check on him and maybe take him with you for a while. You wanted to experience new things and this was definitely new. Poor dude must be freezing, you had your heating on full blast because of the night cold.
His hand dropped at his side.
You pulled um slightly next to him rolling down the window on the other side and leaning over so you could properly talk to him. He didnโt look that much like someone who would need a free ride, a big duffel bag, and clean clothes his hair was a bit of a mess but that was the only thing that was out of order.
You spoke first as his eyes were already on you: โHey where are you headed to? If you need a ride Iโll take you if you want.โ
โYeah, I could really use a ride Iโm headed a few states over but you can take as far as you're going thatโs fine.โ
He had a heavy Australian accent and his voice had a pleasant ring to it.
You nodded unlocking his door and he stepped in putting his black bag at his feet with a loud clang. In this lighting you could take a better look at him, he had on a simple T-shirt and some jeans a black shirt layered over it but unbuttoned.
He immediately took off his shirt letting you get a glimpse of an arm tattoo, small but nonetheless visible, a dagger with a snake wrapping around it. That seemed kind of cool you guessed. It slightly disappeared under the sleeve of his left arm only the tip of the knife could still be seen.
It looked like a dangerous symbol of a simple man sending a thrill under your skin.
You put your car back into drive pulling fully onto the road again. Curious you spoke up again โSo where exactly are you going? If weโre lucky we might have the same destination.โ
You watched him a little not too worried on keeping your eyes on this desolate route.
He seemed relaxed and you could see a smirk from this side.ย
He was grinning nowย โIโve got plans to cross the border. A place where the beaches are endless, and the cops donโt care about people like me.โ
That made you twitch a bitย โWhat kind of place is that?โ
He shrugged his shoulder preoccupied with playing with his shirt buttons โA place where I can disappear. Youโd like itโif you ever get there.โ
He glances at you from the corner of your eyeย His answer was pretty vague, but it made you smile and think about a place like that. โWhatโs your name? Since we might be spending a while with each other. You told him your name, his head was turned up in thought. โSim Jaehyun but people usually call me Jake.โย
The name fit him, especially with the accent. Smiling the car got quiet after that for a while, him looking outside the window and you kept your attention on the empty road.
From time to time you would find him looking at you for long periods of time, you didnโt dare turn to face him and confront him about it.
This made you slightly more aware? paranoid? He was just a little unsettling but maybe he didnโt know it was rude to stare or something. You couldnโt just kick him out of the car not after seeing the weather turn from cold to freezing temperatures.
You just tightened your hands on the steering wheel each time.
โYou ever see those nature documentaries?โ His voice snapped you out of the trance that you were in staring outside.ย His hand rested against his hand propped against the window.
โThe ones where the predator locks onto its prey? Doesnโt matter how fast the prey runsโฆ it always ends up in the same place. Right in the predatorโs jaws.โ His head turned to you. Prey? He sounded as if he was fascinated by what he was saying.
You chuckled slightly confused โIโm not some animalโ You werenโt really understanding what he had meant by that.
โNo, but the endโs the same. You and me? Weโre headed for the same place, no matter what.โ
Okay
Thatโs weird. But maybe he just had some questionable interest with some even more questionable philosophy. You didnโt really know how to respond and just turned on the radio in the hopes it would keep him from saying anything odd.
Some music was playing but youโd rather listen to listen to something quieter as to not embarrass yourself and start singing in front of the stranger. You pressed the radio button going through each radio station until you left it on the local news one, you could at least find out if all the roads around here were free and they werenโt randomly having construction sites popping up when you further drove.
You tuned it out a little until it suddenly a news bulletin interrupted.
A professional-sounding voice of a woman was heard: โBreaking news: Police are on the lookout for a man considered armed and dangerous. Authorities have identified him as Sim Jaehyun also going by the alias Jake, wanted in connection with several violent crimes, including armed robbery and murder. Jaehyun was last seen in the vicinity ofโ"
You froze glancing at Jake in shock and trying to figure out if they meant him.ย
He smirked not even looking at you seemingly already knowing what you were thinking โGuess Iโm famous.โ
You broke out into a cold sweat with the realization that this really was him, a wanted criminal. Your eyes were wide open and you stopped the car abruptly. What the fuck were you supposed to do now?
โI-I, youโre, look I donโt want any problems.โ You curled into your seat making yourself as small and as non-threatening as possible.ย
โOhโ He leaned from his seat now actually looking at you. โThatโs where youโre wrong, the moment you decided to help the helpless-looking hitchhiker on the side of road, you were stupid enough to not think it through.โ
Your mouth was open in shock, his own in mock frown.
โYou got yourself in this situation and I'm the embodiment of your consequences, so if you may, drive.โ
As if you would just continue on.
You reached for the handle of your door, trying to open forgetting that you usually lock it. And you froze. Although that split second gave him more than enough time.
He calmly reached behind himself your eyes following in fear "I wouldnโt do that if I were you."
Your voice shook "What the hellโฆ?" There was no way this was happening, no, not to you.
He casually pointed the gun at you his voice cool "Youโre not going anywhere. Not unless I say so."
You backed away from the door his gun waving away from it "Y-youโre not going to shoot meโฆ"
He smiled slightly "Arenโt I?"ย His other hand cocked it back, making your eyes even wider "You willing to bet your life on that?" His finger was caressing the trigger, a wicked grin on his face, he definitely wasnโt joking.
And then he was laughing, loud, like someone just said the funniest thing heโd ever heard. Leaning his head back swinging the gun around so casually, making you cringe away scared.
He looked back at you still recovering from laughing. Yepp heโs clearly crazy, completely psychotic.
โYou should have seen your face, looking like youโre about to cry just because of a little gun.โ
โIf you donโt want me to blow your brains out right now, you better start driving again, I donโt like repeating myself.โ He pointed the gun at the steering wheel, which your hands immediately found themselves on. Getting back on the road, he didnโt put the gun away again, keeping it in his lap or hand.
You tried taking deep breaths, calming your racing heart. You felt hot and cold all over as if your body was being fried in an electric current and then plunged into freezing cold with each passing second.
You tried staying as calm as possible so as not to do anything stupid with an armed man but your voice still trembled pathetically "You donโt have to do this. Justโฆ just put the gun down, Iโm sure we can find a solution to all this." You made sure not to make your movements too big when gesturing. He sat back in the black leather seat hand lazily wrapped around the pistol.
"Itโs funny, isnโt it? How one little thing can change everything. One wrong move, and itโs over. Just like that." He picks the gun up slightly pointing at your head again and his voice dropping in a deep threat "So, hereโs whatโs going to happenโyouโre going to listen, and youโre going to do exactly what I tell you. Otherwiseโฆ"
You were afraid to find out and whispered: "Otherwise what?"
"Otherwise, Iโll pull this trigger, and youโll find out what it feels like to have your world end in an instant." His voice was devoid of any humor from before, back to the coldness of a killer. The criminal that he truly was, the danger that he undoubtedly represented. He raised an eyebrow and then turned back to watch the road.
Jakesโ mood swings were unpredictable in the next hours or so that your drive continued, having lost your sense of time and focused more on the impending doom of what would happen once he reached his destination. He would switch from normal, casual conversation to straight-up threats, he kept reminding you how you had absolutely no power here. Not with him here.
You tried to keep the conversation nonetheless, hoping to garner some sympathy. They say you should tell your potential murderer about yourself so theyโd hesitate. You unconsciously leaned closer. Or maybe you just wanted some kind of attention in your last few moments.
Heโd sometimes comfort you in a sick and twisted way, how you would take care of a stray dog, petting your hair and giving you sweet little lies, โIโm not gonna kill youโ or โDonโt be scaredโ with big puppy eyes, that same sunny accent belonging to a killer.
And it would work, make a little something stir again inside you, not just from adrenaline and fear, and if the line was blurring bit by bit.
ย The roads he chose were nowhere near any cities, you were barely passing any gas stations. The few times you stopped at one, he would keep his eye and body close to your form. You tried using any excuse to get away from him, getting some food, trying to use the bathroom but he refused each time.
And there was nowhere to run to. You had no choice but to listen. You were completely and utterly at his mercy. And the seriousness of the situation was slowly starting to settle in.
Another thing that was becoming more and more apparent was the lack of sleep. You must have been driving for a straight 6 hours if the setting sun was anything to go by, maybe more. Your eyes were drooping and your hands shook, dozing off came more often to you now. Quickly you shook yourself more awake there was no way you could fall asleep at the wheel and you refused to let Jake take hold of driving the car. Driving was the last thing that you were able to do on your own. Your vision was blurring shapes blending into one.ย
Jake watches closely seizing the moment. His voice was smooth making it almost easy to sleep "You're tired. Why donโt you let me drive for a bit? You need rest, and we wouldnโt want anything bad to happen on the road, would we?"
You glanced at him trembling sitting up straighter to fake being more awakeย "Iโm fine. I can make it."
He sighed leaning in "No, you're not fine. Pull over. Youโre not in control anymore."
โNoโ
โIโm starting to think that your exhaustion is fucking with your pretty head. Youโre forgetting who the one with the gun is.โ
You just bit your tongue pulling onto the dirt next to the road that you were currently on. The quiet didnโt last long though.
โI just need a minute. Justโฆ a minute.โ
He smirked in victory leaning back on the seat in a relaxed manner, your car seat. "Take all the time you need. Itโs not as if you're going anywhere without me."
When you closed your eyes you just wanted to rest them for a few seconds, like you said a minute. So you shook awake startled when you realized you had succumbed to your tiredness. Blinking away the blurriness from your eyes and looking around your car. Yours and Jake's positions were reversed now, him in the driver's seat and you in the passenger.
โSleeping beautyโs finally awake for someone thatโs apparently so scared of me you sleep pretty well.โ You were curling into your seat not feeling any safer than before, especially with the last bit of control out of your hands. Now anything could happen with him driving.
You werenโt even in the woods anymore, it looked like a dirt road. In the middle of nowhere, like a desert, and completely off the grid. Maybe that was his plan. Get you to a secluded place that he knew to shoot you and let you bleed out.
You stole glances when you thought he wasnโt looking, his veiny pale hands on the steering wheel, the sharp jaw, and the perfect slump in his nose. Every time it lingered a little longer and a thrill ran through you.
Your heart was racing, you were trying to see if there was even a slight chance of anyone being out here. You shouldnโt have picked him up, you shouldnโt have allowed yourself to sleep.
It was probably about to be sunrise with the slight sun streams coming from the horizon in the distance. You could only think about one thing at that moment.
Run
So you did, you jumped out of the moving car. Rolling around for a few seconds before getting up as fast as possible not caring about the scratches and bruises and running as far to some rocks in the distance to hide. If there was even a slight possibility of making it out alive it would be now.
Your heart was jumping out of your chest, your breathing becoming more labored with each rushed step. You looked behind yourself to see if he was following.
He was.
Though not running.
He was taking slow, calculated steps in your direction.
It threw you off but you moved behind some sandy rocks to catch a breath, you were sure that he hadnโt seen you hide there. The feeling of sharper rocks digging into your knees didnโt even register from the adrenaline. You were paralyzed in fear, completely frozen into your spot on the ground.
In that moment his words from before rang loudly in your head.
โIt doesnโt matter how fast the prey runsโฆ it always ends up in the same place. Right in the predatorโs jaws.โ
It made you anxious and peeked your head up from your hiding position, a grave mistake. You locked eyes with the exact predator currently after you. You closed your eyes holding your breath and praying he didnโt make out your figure and just thought it was nothing. Pressing yourself closer to the big rock trying to ground yourself, take you away from the confusion swirling inside you.
Next thing you know you felt a piercing pain on your head, and your hair was pulled making you kneel uncomfortably on your knees and clutch whatever was holding it.
โFound you.โย
His grip tightened making you face him, his other hand dragged the gun along your cheek.
โYou didnโt actually think you could just run away right?โ The laugh he let out was pure evil.
He looked your face up and down, tracing your features with the weapon. His face was close enough to feel his warm breath on your face, which was just as uneven as yours. And sending signals of unwanted heat through your body. He for certain hadnโt been running, the excitement was marked in his deep black eyes. This was one big game of chase for him. His teeth were on full display, lips stretched in a wide smile.
The burning of your scalp didnโt bother you as much now, just a tingling feeling. You should be scared- downright terrified but beneath all the obvious terror was something else. Something that made you shudder in his touch, that made your clutch on his wrist tighten but not from pain.
He pulled you with him, back in the direction of your car, which wasnโt even that far away. You hadnโt even made it far with all that effort.ย
He was oddly quiet now. Scarily so since he didnโt seem to keep his mouth shut before. His hand had luckily left your hair and settled in a grip in your hand.
He let go just as quickly though shoving you in front of your car with the momentum. Jake settled on the hood, eyes locked onto your form. His eyes were aflame like before, making them hooded. His legs were spread out and his hand with the gun was resting in between them.
A pulse ran through your core at the sight.
โYou know the more you resist, the more it makes me crave breaking that little mask of yours. Since the first second I saw you, I knew there was a small, dark part hiding.โ
โSo run all you want, fight me, scream, because I want you to stop me.โ
You didnโt know what to do now, you were caught. So you did the next best thing you could think of to appease the evergrowing energy around him. You slowly lowered yourself to your knees looking up at him slightly.ย
Immediately a dusty red ran across your cheeks in the power display you were submitting yourself to. It may have seemed like you were just trying to beg him for your life now. But no, you were begging for so much more now.
His eyes followed all your movements, looking down at you.ย
โCrawl, come to me, pretty girl.โ The accent coming out thick.
The softness that he called you with was met with the threatening juxtaposition of the sheer danger of Jake.
You did just as he asked, dragging your legs on the sandy ground and stopping in between his spread legs.ย
โCome come.โ He beckoned like you were his little doggie on a leash. His hand wrapped around the back of your head again in a possessive grip. He pulled you slightly up making you meet his eyes, with the other hand he dragged the gun against your face once more.
The shivers that ran through you were even stronger, making your legs squeeze together in response to the coolness of the gun. He slapped it against your cheek softly a few times, your horny brain conjured up the nastiest thoughts in that moment.
Him slapping your cheek with his big fucking dick. Smearing the precum all over your skin in the process. You wanted to be utterly ruined by the man in front of you. And by the clear imprint in Jake's pants, his thoughts were of a similar nature.
You were so close to the seam of his dark jeans and his body heat was almost felt through them. You quickly glanced down at his length and back up. Jake fully catching you in the act.
โSee, and then you give me these eyes. The ones that just scream at me to bend you over the nearest surface.โ
You just stared at him, not even denying it anymore. There was no way you could with the way that your panties stuck to your core. How it was so easily soaked. He had put down the gun before running a thumb along your cheek. He pressed in slightly, picking your head up with a bit of force leaning down to your face.ย
โAre you afraid?โ His question hung in the air, completely unrelated yet thickening the tension between you, sparking an intoxicating thrill.
โYes, yes I am.โ Your voice came out breathless, laced with a mix of vulnerability and desire.
โDoes that turn you on? Being scared, knowing I control what happens to you?โ His gaze was intense, and you felt it deep in your core.
โGod yes.โ The admission slipped from your lips as you leaned closer, brushing against him, the closeness igniting a fiery need within you.
Your hands found their way to the tops of his muscular thighs, gripping him tightly, anchoring yourself to him. The commanding presence in his eyes sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and instinctively, you pressed your head down against his zipper, a silent acknowledgment of the game you both were playing.
With an obedient nod, you nestled against him, inhaling his scent and eliciting a low groan from his parted lips. You took it a step further, your mouth trailing along the stitching of his jeans before you enveloped the zipper with your lips, slowly tugging it down while maintaining eye contact. The hunger in his gaze only spurred you on.
As the zipper gave way, he pulled himself out, fully hard and glistening, a vision of raw desire. The sight made your mouth waterโhis cock was beautiful, slightly curved with a tip a desperate shade of red, begging for attention.
You ran your tongue along the underside, tracing the prominent veins, savoring his taste. He was long, and while not the thickest, he was perfect in every way. The moment you saw his Adamโs apple bob and his head lean back, you made it your mission to give him the best head of his life.
You focused, hollowing your cheeks, taking him deeper with each movement, determined not to gag as he hit the back of your throat. His groans were higher, a contrast to the deep, intimidating voice youโd grown accustomed to hearing.
With every thrust, he became more demanding, his hands weaving through your hair, pulling you closer. Each groan only intensified your need, the ache between your thighs growing unbearable. Your untouched clit was begging for friction, and you could no longer ignore it.
As you played with yourself, fingers slipping beneath your shorts and into your folds, you moaned in time with your movements, desperate to match the rhythm of your head bobbing. His hands tightened in your hair, guiding you down faster, thrusting into your mouth with an insatiable hunger.
Tears began to prick your eyes as he thrust deeper, barely allowing you a moment to breathe. Each time you met his gaze, you saw the pleasure in his eyes, a wicked grin spreading across his face as your glossy tears spilled over.
โAhโfuck, crying now? But the best is just about to comeโah.โ His voice dripped with satisfaction, making your heart race.
โYou better fucking swallow, you hear me? You dirty fucking whore.โ The command sent waves of arousal through you, and you felt yourself tightening around your fingers as he thrust into your mouth relentlessly.
Your fingers moved faster, curling inside you, circling your clit with urgency as his thrusts grew less careful. The heady mix of his dirty words and the overwhelming sensations pushed you closer to the edge.
With a few final thrusts, he buried himself deep, keeping you connected, and you shook in a climax that sent shockwaves through your body. Your fingers continued their relentless pace, stuffing yourself full as you rode out the waves of pleasure.
A warm rush filled your mouth as you struggled to swallow, forced to obey or risk suffocation. Some of his essence spilled from the corners of your mouth, trickling down your chin and soaking into his pants, a messy testament to your submission.
You reveled in the aftermath, the satisfaction of having finally surrendered yourself completely to him.
Are you ready to dive into lust and forbidden desires in the spooky month of October with Enhypen?
Where terror meets temptationโฆ
This Kinktober collection explores forbidden pleasures with alluring creatures. Things that come alive in the dark, seductive encounters that blend fear and lust. Each story draws you deeper into a world where danger fuels desire and monsters explore the darkest corners of our passion.
Hi!!! I really loved โChase Meโ and I was wondering if youโre planning on making a second part? ๐
I'm so happy you found it worthwhile, as I've only released it yesterday it might take me a while to write another part. BUT I wouldn't be against it at all. ๐ค๐ค
There are also a few stories I want to release before that because they've been almost finished for a while. You might like another story of mine until I get back to werewolf San.
Genre: Fantasy Werewolf San x Vampire Reader
Warnings: sex p in v, biting/marking, mirror
Wordcount: 4480
Not proofread at all
People think San is so cat coded, which I obviously agree to but... I think a big black puppy would suit him just as much. -> Puppy Eyes
Summary: If there was one thing you hated more than the boring lessons, it was the smell of dog. Especially one that seemed way too interested in your business.
The boredom of attending all these lessons without even knowing what you wanted to do afterward was hell. Being surrounded by people you didnโt connect with and studying subjects that should never have been part of the school system in the first place only made it worse.
Everything about this place was torture, but the worst was the smell of wet dog that constantly permeated the air. Those damn werewolvesโa bunch of dogs. They didnโt just smell like one but also behaved as such, with loud shouts that resembled barks and hyper energy that no one could handle except themselves.
The only reason you were still attending the academy was because your parents threatened to take away your things if you didnโt go. Each year, you contemplated whether the time you spent here was really worth the mental torture of being a student, especially lately, when the whole situation became even worse in the form of a loud, nosy, and most annoying busybody.
He bothered you to no end. He just would not leave you alone. You hurled the usual insults youโd throw at any one of those dogs at him. Youโd blatantly ignore him and move spots any time he approached, but he would just follow behind, babbling about his day to youโlike you knew each other, or even worse, were friends.
This all started after you helped him pick up his books when he tripped and fell backward. His books were strewn across the dark marble floor, and you just happened to be passing by. You were in a hurry but still helped him, probably why you didnโt notice the scent of a werewolf that clung to him. If you had, you wouldnโt have helped.
You guessed you were suffering the consequences of your actions. Now he was trailing behind you, going on about his day, what he learned, and what he ate. If he had a tail, you were sure it would be wagging like the happy puppy he was.
The annoyed expression on your face was usually hidden behind a cold stare, but now you didnโt even bother. You wanted him to know how much you disliked his mere presence. You were sure onlookers could see the tick on your forehead; you were going to burst a blood vessel any day now. And to top it off, the last few exams were coming up. Making everything ten times worse and your shitty mood even more noticeable in the form of a constant glare.
Your shoes clicked along the floor until you reached the library and entered. This was the one place he hadnโt managed to find you yet. Not surprising, since there was no way heโd actually attempt to study. You sat down at a table more or less hidden by a few bookshelves. Half an hour into being completely immersed in Vampiric History, someone sat beside you. You thought nothing of it, not even sparing them a glance.
The person didnโt move, which caught your attention. It was almost like they were turned toward you, waiting. Your eyes caught sight of familiar brown ones immediately. An annoyed sigh escaped you, and your eyes returned to your textbook, intent on ignoring the constant presence of Choi San.
That didnโt last long because you could practically feel him staring holes into the side of your head. Aggressively closing your book, you looked at him again. โWhat?โ
He had the same smile as always on his face, dimples forming. He wasnโt the least bothered by your reluctance to interact with him. His grin seemed to grow bigger by the second.
He just shrugged as if he didnโt understand what you were saying, his face resting on one of his hands, propped on the table, close.
โYou know exactly what I mean: stop following me, stop talking to me, donโt even appear in the same room as me.โ You listed off. He just nodded, not taking you seriously at all, it seemed.
You seriously had enough.
Enough of all of this.
Of him.
You grabbed him, pulled him up, and pushed him against the table, almost making him sit on it. Your hands slid to his shoulders, and you got closer. This was bound to get your point across.
He still had that infuriating grin plastered on his face, standing there amused.
โWill do.โ What a fucking lie.
From this close, you could look at him closely, take him in, if you will. The chiseled jaw, the dark brown eyes, smooth skin, and pretty lips. Once you realized what you were doing, you locked your eyes back on his just before letting him go with a push.
You grabbed your book and bag and stormed out of the library, out to get some air, to get away from San.
There was no way you were starting to develop any feelings for the dog. Objectively speaking, he was handsome, attractive, whatever. But that was it. You must just be getting too used to him being around. Even the smell of himโyour nose must be muted to the stench by now.
You didnโt even show up to the rest of your classes that day. The next day, however, you werenโt so lucky to avoid the menace. First lesson and you were met with his pretty face again.
โNo, wait, truce, okay?โ Your brows furrowed.
โWhat?โ
โI know you told me not to follow. I mean, I did kinda follow you, but justโ I wanted toโฆ give you something back.โ
His hands fished for something in his pockets, not finding it immediately. He pulled out a bracelet, a familiar oneโyours.
You seized it from his grasp right away. Your eyes turned angrier, not believing he would steal something of yours.
He must have read your thoughts because he defended himself very quickly, arms up and all: โNo, you left it yesterday in the library.โ He continued before you could speak: โI just wanted to return it. Iโll stay away from you.โ You could imagine his ears drooping at that.
Okay, you were wrongโjust slightlyโabout San.
Guilt was already starting to form in your gut like you had actually kicked a puppy. Thatโs what he looked like, like you just told him he couldnโt have his favorite candy. You gnawed at your lip before sighing.
โNo, itโsโthanks, I guess, for giving me back my bracelet. This one means a lot to me.โ You dragged your eyes over said piece, then back to his form.
โLook, I just don't like werewolves. Not a single one of you. Iโm not changing my mind because of this.โ
He looked relieved even though you had just told him you didnโt like werewolves.
โOf course.โ
You turned away, not willing to look and maybe rethink your decision of having a puppy follow you around all the time. Before you could get too far, you heard him yell.
โYou might change your mind!โ
You made sure not to look back and give strength to that statement.
The next few days went by quietly. You didnโt see San much, even in your shared classes. He must be doing some wolf thing. Sometimes, you missed it. You kind of realized what a loner you were. You didnโt even talk to any vampire studentsโnot that you genuinely knew any as friends.
The next time you saw San, he only waved at you and walked off in a different direction. That left you frozen to the marble floor.
He just walked away.
No โHello,โ โHow are you,โ or anything of the sort. It had become such a routine to have San constantly around you that it felt extremely weird now like you lost something.
It was one thing for him not to come to school because of whateverโyou could imagine all sorts of reasons. But seeing him walk off without much at all, right in front of you, left you speechless. Your eyes kept searching for him after that, trying to catch a glimpse of the puppy without much luck.
This is what you wanted, exactly what you told him to do. Despite that, you were coming to regret that decision rapidly.
Well, there was only one way to undo it: you had to bury your ugly pride and talk to him. But there was no way you could just do thatโjust go up to him and tell him you didnโt actually hate him that much? The thought made you shudder. And where would you even do this? Because there was no way you would willingly embarrass yourself in front of the whole student body.
There was only one place you could think of to have this talk: his dorm room. Admittedly, equally embarrassing, but without any eyes on the two of you. All you had to do was sneak into the wolf dormitory, find his room, wait, and then enter. Easy as pie.
You decided to go through with your scheme when he came back from his evening classes. At least you knew when those ended since he never stopped talking about them. (Something about how they make luminescent potions.)
Getting into the dorm was a struggle, involving climbing a window and almost ruining your pristine uniform. The wolf-printed doorstep carpet and the sign plastered with โChoi Sanโ were hard to miss. The number 13 on the dark oak door made it one of the first rooms; you could even see the front desk down the dark hallway. You chose to hide around the next corner so as not to get caught if the resident assistant were to come by, and to avoid awkwardly standing in front of San's door. All of this was so weirdโwhy were you even doing this? You were okay with being alone before, but now, not anymore.
Youโd make San pay for giving you a taste of what friends wereโafter you became friends again, or whatever your relationship could have been considered before. It didnโt take long for the man of the hour to turn up. He was struggling with the key when you sneaked up. Right after he unlocked the troubling door, you pushed him in. Reaching back to snag the key and step in after him like you owned the damn place.ย
His eyes were as wide as saucers. Okay, maybe you could have told him you wanted to talk with him privately. Whoops.
โWhat the hell? What are you doing here? I already told you I wonโt bother you anymoreโ
Oh god, you did not know how to start this. It looked like you broke into his room and were about to turn him into a winter coat by the look on his face.
You sighed.ย
โIโ and stopped. Fuck
โAlright this is going to sound extremely weirdโ His brows furrowed.
โNo I-mean not that kind of weird. I just, fuck this is difficult.โ You turned around facing the door. You were not going to say this directly to his face. You took another deep breath to think and come up with an actual sentence this time.
โI might have been wrong about you, youโre not as much of a dog as I thought. And I donโt actually hate you,ย and I know it sounds stupid coming from me now. But IโฆI liked the times that you were around, more than I realized.โย
Your eyes were shut tightly as if that would help you gather the strength to say all of this.
โI was hoping that we could start new and be friends?โ You rushed to finish. Now you were waiting for him to say now, open that door and walk out.
It was quiet for a moment. Then you felt his hand pull you back until you had to move your legs to face him. Your head was hanging and your eyes were still shut at this point.ย
โHey, look at me.โ
You lifted your head slowly and opened your eyes even slower too scared to find out what was going to happen next. Without the protective darkness, your closed lids brought you. Too scared to hear him reject you straight to your face, the irony really.
The only thing that you were met with was San, with a big smile. Just like you knew him.ย
โYouโre telling me that you donโt hate me, you honestly donโt? At all?โ He looked at your eyes moving his head a little to search for any doubt in them.
โBecause sure, I might have been a little pushy, maybe a lot. But I thought it wasnโt bad until you said you didnโt want me to hang around you anymore.โ
He looked down at your intertwined hands, recalling the memory.ย
โI should have stopped when you gave me the stink eye on the first day of talking to you.โ
He looked back up, you noticed his flushed cheeks now just slightly pink. His eyes got bigger and his eyebrows raised a bit in an innocent expression. Hair falling slightly into his face. In that moment he undeniably seemed the most like a puppy, any anxiety from your nerves melted away.
Once the expression was one it disappeared just as fast. He leaned a tad a smug kind of smirk formed with those delicate lips.
His hands coming to restย
โBut now, now youโre telling me you essentially miss me?โ
โNoโ
โYou doโ
โSay it and Iโll become your lapdog again okay? Easy as thatโ He had a dark look to him, challenging you but waiting expectantly. Like he knew he was right.ย
He was.
โI miss it, I miss you San.โ It came out more desperate than you wanted it to. You avoided his gaze out of embarrassment. but he kept turning his head to make you meet them again.
You pushed against his chest slightly in an effort to make him halt his movements.
โAlright Stop!โ
His hands automatically found themselves on your elbows not letting go and even pulling you closer. When you noticed the little space left between the two of you, you seized your struggle and instead caught mid-breath. From this close, you could feel his breath and see the almost identical fangs to yours poke out.
โIf you really want me to stopโ
โTell me you hate me, tell me how you want me to not even breathe the same air as you, just like before.โย
โAnd mean itโ His grip tightened slightly. His eyes not once leaving yours, pupils blown out. There was no way you could do that anymore not with the discovery you had made, about yourself. You liked Choi San, a werewolf, more than youโd like to admit. Somewhere along all the annoying quips of his you grew attached.
You were grounding yourself a little with the grip on his shirt. โI canโtโ Your voice came out more confident than it has been all day.
His lips were on yours so fast after. It was better than you could have ever imagined. There was this addicting smell coming off San now, it felt like you were being dragged into him. It made it feel like you werenโt close enough kissing like this. Your clothes were getting too hot, too suffocating. You took his cheeks into your hands and then up into his oreo-colored hair.
The kiss made the hidden feelings burst up like a broken dam. The push and pull between the two of you had strung up so much tension until this moment. To just release the frustration, sheer annoyance, and most surprisingly of all your denied feelings. You pulled him down further, closer. His grip was just as hard on your waist a possessive feeling to it.
The repulsive scent that used to choke you was now mixed with something else, making it so intoxicating, so San. You were pressing closer in hopes of smelling it more, it just seemed to increase the longer you kissed. The closer your bodies pressed against each other in an almost grind.
Your lips disconnected when San pulled back just enough that your foreheads were pressed against one another his warm breath hitting your swollen lips.ย
โSo you donโt hate me after all?โ There was a smirk evident. A teasing lilt to his seductive voice.
โShut up.โ You pull him into you once again by his collar. Your hands roamed the expanse of his chest through his black button-up shirt. For a more deep and heated kiss. His response was his one hand slipping under your shirt, right below your chest.
You know this is reckless, maybe even foolish, probably the most impulsive thing that youโve ever done. But in the moment you couldnโt bring yourself to care about the consequences for even a second. Not with him molding so perfectly into you. Your lips detached and you began placing kisses down his pretty neck. You felt a low, almost inaudible growl come from him. It made a pleasant shiver run through your body.
โCarefulโ He warned, voice deeper and rougher than before, โor I might start thinking you actually like me.โ His teasing only made the fire within you burn more, like he was constantly adding gasoline to it. Your fangs lightly grazed the sensitive spot right below his ear, a bolder moan that ended in a low groan escaping him. His nails dig into you a little harder. But itโs not enough. You want him to lose it, to step over that boundary that you still had left, that you could still recover from, and pretend to hate each other again.
There was no way you would let him though. So with more want you dove in interlock your lips once more. Your tongues dragged along in such a sensual motion, it felt so rough and you loved it. His hand that had been buried under your shirt slipped down grazing your waistband. The sensation made another wave of heat course through you, leaving you wetter.
โTell me to stop,โ He murmurs, licking his lips in pause though his actions say the opposite. โTell me you donโt want this and I will.โ
To absolute hell with that. You roughly push him against his couch in answer.
And that's all the encouragement he needs, all hesitation out the window.
He pulls you down into his lap so fast. His hands making quick work of your pants and panties not bothering to unbutton your shirt, he plainly rips it open. A quiet gasp rips through you at the display of strength. He seemed less like a puppy and more like the wolf that you read in books about. Though his hands slow down when they feel the naked skin and his eyes drag along your figure. Like he wants to savor this moment.
Your hands kept tugging at his shirt in question for him to take it off, but he easily complied. Exposing hard taut muscles, smooth skin, and a thin layer of sweat to the desire-filled air around you. You're on him again, planning to get a taste of his skin everywhere. Following his collarbones and down his chest.
Noises leave him every second of the way and his hands move to return the favor. Your body stiffened, the slightest feeling of uncertainty flickering through you in the realization of what you were doing. Youโre fighting between the instinct of pushing him away and getting out of here and the unmistakable desire of pulling him closer.
He picked up on it just as fast. A soft and slow hand reaching up towards your face making you meet his eyes. The teasing expression off of his face and replaced with a softer one.
โHey,โ he says low, his tone steady. โWe donโt have to do any of this if youโre not sure. I wouldnโt want to if you werenโt.โ
But you are sureโ in fact you have never been more sure of anything. And maybe thatโs what made you hesitate, the realization that this wasnโt going to be just a fleeting lust-filled spur of-the-moment-. Itโs something so much deeper, the exact thing youโve been trying to push to the back of your mind. Youโre not sure you can keep denying it so desperately, not with the way he was holding on to you, with the way his eyes focused solely on you.
You shook your head โI want this, Iโm sure.โ your hand strokes his cheek โIโve been wanting this for a while.โ
This time when the two of you meet itโs more insistent more sure. Clearly over that invisible wall that was holding you back before. His hands cover every inch of your body, pulling your shirt over your head to feel and see your bare.
The next moments were a blur, clothes being thrown off his lips caressing your skin. Itโs intoxicating how he moves his hands so smoothly over your skin, how hot just everything is. Heโs studying you, memorizing your reactions to hopefully recreate them. Once you're prepped on your hands and knees you register his touches more as they are less rushed and more calculated.
You can feel the warm and big presence of San at your back and you wish you would have looked at what he was hiding under those pants to at least gauge how much youโd be able to take. You werenโt a virgin but you had never been with a werewolf.ย
โItโs okay, Iโll make it fit donโt worryโ He soothed, and you felt him pour some wet liquid on the curve of your ass and down to your core. You probably didnโt even need all that lube with how wet you felt. You barely responded to San with a whine.
His first finger slipped past your entrance satisfying that burn inside a little. But just after a while when his finger moved back and forth more easily, it burned up more. He entered another finger and shortly after another, they were long but not uncomfortable long and so thick, you felt sufficiently stretched after barely a few minutes.
You could hear San's heavy breathingโhe was clearly affected by what he was witnessing. The air was thick with the scent of sex, dirty and potent, mingling with the pervasive smell of sweat. You felt San hover closer to you, his nose brushing against the nape of your neck. He nipped at your skin, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake.
He mouthed at your neck more insistently, as if he wanted to bite down but hesitated. Fear held him backโfear of his own wolfish instincts in such a vulnerable moment. He wasnโt ready to face the possibility of you rejecting his mark. If you did, he wouldnโt know what to do. Not when the only mate he wanted was youโa vampire.
โSan,โ you murmured, reaching behind yourself to thread your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer. You could sense the inner conflict consuming him.
โDonโt stop. I swear to God, if you stop, I willโโ
That was all the permission he needed. His final restraint snapped like a thin thread. His fingers withdrew with a wet sound, and you felt him line up his length with your wet cunt before pushing in with one smooth motion. The sensation knocked the wind out of your lungs for a moment. He wasnโt smallโnot uncomfortably so, but enough to stretch you slightly, making you wiggle to adjust. His hands found your elbows, pulling you back and arching your spine, driving him deeper inside you. As he began thrusting, you couldnโt contain the unholy noises escaping your lips.
He wasnโt holding back at all.
โOh my God, oh fuck, shit,โ you gasped, barely able to keep it together. He felt so right inside you, and the sounds filling the room were nothing short of sinful.
โYouโre fucking made for me, wrapping around me so perfectly,โ he groaned, pumping harder, going deeper with each thrust. Suddenly, he released your arms, making you fall forward onto your elbows, your head buried in the sofa. One of his hands pressed down on the middle of your back while the other pulled you back onto his length by your ass. It felt like he was reaching up into your stomach.
You turned your head to the side for better air, and your gaze fell upon a mirror reflecting everything happening. The sight of yourself beneath San was as arousing as the act itself. Your hair was a mess, cheeks flushed as if with fever, and both your bodies shone with sweat. You gulped as you watched a drop of sweat slide down his face, hanging briefly at the peak of his chin before falling away. His eyes were locked onto your ass as he ran a hand through his hair for a better view.
San noticed your gaze fixed on the mirror and grabbed your chin, forcing you to keep watching. โSee how pretty you are? Now I get to enjoy all of itโjust me.โ He made sure you wouldnโt look away, his eyes now locked onto yours. He kissed up your neck sensually, never ceasing his thrusts.
One of his hands moved down your stomach, pressing slightly above your pelvis, as if he could feel himself inside you. Your moans grew louder by the second, and Sanโs brows furrowed in pleasure. His hand moved further down, connecting with your clit and rubbing in slow circles. The stimulation was just enough to tip you over the edge. Your eyes squeezed shut, your legs reflexively clamping around his fingers.
Thatโs when San took the opportunity to bite down on your neck, his canine teeth sinking into your nape. You shook with overstimulation, the world around you completely blocked out. The roughness of the sofa and the stickiness of your bodies faded into the background. It felt like an electric current was rushing through you. San trembled for a moment, pressing deeply into you one last time before he came, gripping your ass with small thrusts to ride out his high.
It felt like only seconds had passed when San began soothing the small mark with gentle licks. He massaged your hips, anticipating the soreness youโd feel later. When his licks turned into soft pecks, you reached back again, searching for him. Your hand found his hair, smoothing over the damp strands.
โYou okay, little doggie?โ you asked, pushing the top of his head against your cheek, treating him like your pup. You liked how close the two of you still were, slipping back into teasing now that the intensity had faded.
Your question made him chuckle, his eyes crinkling into crescent moons. โI just fucked you into another universe, and youโre asking if Iโm okay?โ
He rubbed against you slightly.
โNext time, Iโll really make you rethink keeping me becauseโโ he shifted to whisper directly into your earโโIโll fuck you on my knot, pretty girl.โ
would you ever do a part 2 to love in the fast lane? :)
I would love to make a continuation of it some day, currently i have waaaay too many wips to get through and finally finish. I'm glad you enjoyed it and want more of it, as it was one of my first stories ever.
Genre: Strangers to ???, Idol Yeosang x Masseuse Reader
Warnings: smut, sensitive Yeosang, dacryphilia, bottom leaning Yeosang
Wordcount: 2920
There's not a single day that I can get that damn Yeosang vlog out of my head, I'm actually feral. I also tried writing from mutliple povs this time.
Summary: You've dealt with lots of customers and their wishes, matching everything to their tastes perfectly. The next client you get isn't just special because they're a celebrity, making you want to break some rules to experience everything they have to offer.
Getting gifts was fairly common in the idol industry, usually, it was from fans, but this time it was from one of Yeosangโs fellow members.
Jongho had handed Yeosang a small black card with the words: "Utopia" in cursive lettering, on the back was a fine written description.ย
"We can touch utopia, We can reach there, utopia". Jongho had told him that the studio was a very private and high-end massage parlor. Lots of idols bragged about the incredible service and how much better they felt after spending only one session.
Now that caught Yeosangs interest, as he was always looking to take care of his body, working out besides dance and singing lessons and taking his daily supplements. He was a health freak so it couldn't hurt to at least check the place out, and if the muscle bear Jongho liked the place it must be something special.
Especially with all the stress and tension making itself known on his body in the forms of cramps and stiffness he decided it was the time to use his gift.ย After a particularly hard week of filming, dancing, and recording for multiple shows he decided to visit the building.
It looked pretty normal from the outside, with tall windows, making him spot the reception immediately and some mood lighting in the lobby. The place wasn't huge but the furniture definitely made everything more luxurious, with black leather and golden accents being in every corner.
He felt a little out of place in the way he looked right now, in casual clothes, barefaced, and hair a white fluffy mess. He tucked his bag more into his body.
He was greeted by the friendly receptionists, with a bright smile as soon as she spotted him. She handed him some documents on a clipboard to fill out, pretty standard questions written on them.
Allergies...blah blah...target areas...and how he discovered the place. Until he got to the second page, dark red paper, bold lettering.
That made his brows crinkle a little, additional services? He decided to leave the page empty not knowing what they had even meant by that. If it was anything important they would just ask him about it.
"The option for additional services can be discussed with the staff that will be taking care of you."
He gave her the clipboard back with a nod.
"Alright Mr. Kang, please come this way. It is a standard procedure that guests at our establishment take a shower first and change into the clothes we provide after."
She began leading him away into a different, darker hallway that was lined with doors. She opened one of them, there was a big massage table in the middle some oils and lotions lined along some shelving. The room itself was illuminated with orange lights making it seem candle-lit.
The woman stopped at the door and gestured for him to enter.
"The shower room is right at the back and the clothes should be there already, I will get one of our staff that specializes in cases such as yours Mr. Kang, as the health of our clients is of utmost importance." She bowed and closed the door. Not giving him the chance to say goodbye and leaving him alone.
ย He walked to the door in the back, the bathroom he found there was like a luxury hotel, bright with beige marble and a big tub. There was a bathrobe with the words "Utopia" situated right on top of the sink.
He dropped his bag onto it and began his shower routine.
There was always something relaxing about working in a room that smelled like coconut and vanilla, some soft lights and essential oils. That's exactly why you loved this job and the next best part was the positive reactions of your clients after each session, giving people real relaxations, and time to just wind down. Celebrities often needed just that as they had to upkeep their perfect image.
You got lucky by being able to work in the number one massage parlor in the city. Though some services that were provided here were questionable in your opinion, it wasn't like the staff couldn't say no. It was always a mutual agreement, you haven't yet been able to experience that and you doubt you ever will. As it was rare that any clients piqued your interest enough to go beyond the normal massages. And you were more than satisfied with doing normal massages and therapy, no need to give anyone a blowjob. Some co-workers even slept with some of them. There was one rule, that must be upheld. Anything beyond hands and mouth has to be done after the first session. Which if you were honest didnโt make any sense. Maybe to get more than one session out of the customers.
The door of your office was pushed open by the familiar receptionist, that same customer smile still sat on her face. She handed you a clipboard which you didn't look too closely at.
"They're waiting for you in room 3." She finished, giving you a look and then exiting again. You sighed a little, you were hoping to be done for the day and retire in your office until it was officially closing time. You got up, straightening your dark ruby slacks and matching T-shirt, it almost had a surgical look to it.
You moved out of the room, clipboard in hand, and walked down the long hallway, stopping at the door labeled "3". You knocked twice and then made your way in.
The first thing you saw was a man with platinum hair sitting on the massage stretcher in the allocated clothes. Small face with pretty eyes, the man looked like a statue, he was pretty. The simple shorts and and robe made him look more human though.
"You must be-" You looked at your clipboard"-Mr. Kang?" Making sure you were with the right person.
"Yes." He replied with a polite shy smile on his face, he stood up and reached his hand out for a handshake. Must be nervous if the over-politeness was anything to go by, or maybe he just had good manners.
"Alright, you're here for a full body massage if I'm correct because of some muscle tension and in general to relax."
You read off, still seeing if everything was correct on the form. Your eyes settled back on the man and then you gestured back to the massage bed that he had left a moment prior.
"You can take the robe off and lay on your stomach, any scents that you would like? We have lots of different ones."
He nodded in agreement and then answered "Uhm, just any really, I don't have any preference."
You moved around setting the clipboard on a nearby table and then got a lighter and some candles. Sandalwood was what you had decided on, a woody kind of creamy scent permeating the air right after you lit them. Most people liked the scent plus it had a calming effect.
When you turned back around he was lying down on top of the bed, you grabbed some body oil on the way over pumping a good amount onto your hands and warming it up.
Your gaze settled on the broad back before you, taut muscles and pretty bones, however, that was possible you didn't know. Hetely more built than you would have guessed, his face looked so innocent almost not matching his body. As your hands first made contact with the skin he tensed.
"The oil can be a little cold but try to relax, it'll soon get better." You rubbed in circles and lines down his back, tracing the curve of his shoulders and waist. You massaged out knots in his back whenever you felt some in his lower back, it drew out some noises from the man. Probably in pain a little.
As you switched over to just giving him a softer massage, he relaxed fully. Now whenever you would trace some of the skin on his side it made him draw in a sharp breath. Maybe he was a little ticklish. You moved further down his body to his legs, grabbing some more oil and then massaging the back of his thighs and calves. Those areas usually went by pretty fast so you picked up your voice from where it was quiet in the room.
"You can turn over on your back now." Which he did, a little slow seemingly still a little dazed from relaxation. You smiled at that.
You went over his arms you went along his shoulder and you then traced along the edges of his chest pulling your hands downwards to his ribs. That made him squirm away from you a little. You just continued moving to his hips and legs. You first went along the bottom part of his legs and then slowly massaged your fingerpads into his thighs, you made sure to get in there.
The thick muscle was harder and bigger than most, some noises left Yeosang at the pressure. The closer you moved to his hips the more he felt the touches, each leaving him more electrified than relaxed.
He tried his best to think away the erection that was making itself noticeable with each passing second. He tried thinking about math something neutral or just nothing, but nothing seemed to work. Not with the way that your hands were rubbing at him, but with the added scent and lighting, each sensation was highlighted.
When the press of your hands went to the space of his hips and legs that was when he knew he was fucked. A muffled grunt left him, you were at his side having lifted one of his legs, keeping it at an angle.
The pressure went from hard, deep tissue massages to almost dragging your fingers along the skin. It almost felt like you were teasing him, of course, that was his mind making up his own wild scenarios though.
The increase in arousal made Yeosang take a closer look at you, going along the line of your body and lingering on a few places. Your face, shoulder down to your chest then at those hips. He closed his eyes again trying to calm his breathing.
But there was just absolutely nothing stopping him from getting hard. Him closing his eyes just made him picture you in his mind, over this bed him on top plunging into you. Or maybe you would climb on top of him and ride him until you came all over him.
Your hands stopping drew him out of his dirty mind. You noticed the problem that had made itself very well known in Yeosangโs pants now.
โWould you like any additional services?โ You asked in a very calm tone. It confused Yeosang not knowing what you meant, not until he saw how you were looking at him now. Eyes dark, big pupils that swallowed the color of your iris. The hidden meaning made itself apparent in the way that you caressed the side of his thigh and leaned closer.
Finally understanding that this wasnโt just a normal massage parlor.
It made his breath hitch and he felt himself nod in permission. Your hands moved to the waistband of his shorts rather fast, pulling them down to reveal his already hard cock. You reached down grabbing a bottle of lube from seemingly thin air, maybe this was part of the normal service here?ย
That would explain the lube that was in immediate reach of you.
That thought made him feel less nervous to continue this with a stranger. When your, now-wet hand grabbed ahold of his cock he gritted his teeth to not make a sound. There was no way that he would let anyone hear the embarrassing noises coming out of him. But with each pump, it was increasingly becoming more difficult to not make any at all noise. The wet noises were an added stimulus making it even harder for him to keep quiet.
The lack of noise prompted you to utter the next words right in his ear; โThe walls are soundproof, donโt worry.โ The relaxation of his jaw and the moans that followed were so loud that maybe even the thick walls wouldnโt be able to contain them. No one had ever been that reactive to your touch, no ex-boyfriend or hookup could compare with the way that Yeosang was panting and moaning from your touch. His enjoyment wasnโt just apparent from his loudness, the pre-cum and thin layer of sweat that had formed was an even clearer sign. Mixing itself with the neutral smell of the oil.
You traced your tongue on the planes of his abdomen until you stopped at his nipples, taking one into your mouth while the other was played with by your hand. You massaged his pec playing with the sensitive muscle.
The action made Yeosang let out the loudest of moans. You continued flicking his nipple switching from one to the other. Not stopping the continuous pumping of your hand which had him not even a minute later seize and cum all over your hand, coating it in his release.
You didnโt stop swirling your tongue and hand, too keen on having him melt into a complete puddle of his pleasure. His hips jerked away at the overstimulation until he grew hard again.
Your eyes were still locked on the sight of his dick when you looked towards his face. The teary-eyed look and flushed mess that he had become was a deadly combination. You ignored the pulse of your neglected pussy, which no doubt had soaked through your thong.
You kissed down his chest until your face was right in front of his dick, almost salivating at the messy and wet sight. It curved so prettily that if it was inside you, it would no doubt hit all your favorite spots. It would reach so deep, filling you up. Now wasnโt about you though, it was about the alluring man in front of you.
You caught the cute pink tip in your mouth, getting a clear taste of him. His hands landed on your head in a death grip with the most unholy of noises. It sounded like a choked moan, so raw that it made you look up into those same pretty eyes.
Yeosang looked like he was on the verge of crying, mouth just slightly open. You experimentally licked at the tip, his hands hardening their grip on your hair and coaxing another sound out of him.
Sensitive hm?
You smiled around him, so devilishly. You thrived from all the attention and unsaid praise that he was giving you in the form of those, sweet sweet sounds.
This was better than any wordy praise. You hollowed your cheeks and sank down completely, relaxing your throat and bobbing your head. You were slowly building a rhythm. Every sound Yeosang made sent another signal down to your pussy, making it gush and stimulate it without any touch at all. You were so close to just stuffing yourself with your fingers.
The tears that had been waiting to spill over this whole time finally did, streaming down his face. You sucked on his cock like it was delicious, you craved the taste of his cum down your throat. If your mouth wasnโt stuffed with it youโd be begging for him to fill it up.ย
And to see that tear-stricken face at the peak of pleasure. You got what you wanted, with Yeosang pulling you completely down and connecting your mouth with his pelvis for one last time.ย
A final groan and the white liquid spilled down your throat, his legs shaking and tensing. You tried your best to swallow some still leaking out at the sides of your mouth. You made sure to snap your eyes up to capture the exact moment that he came, his eyes squeezed shut and his head downturned to you. Pretty angled brows furrowed, pretty lips open, pretty cheeks flushed everything was pretty pretty.
You pulled off, licking his cock off making him look at you again. You stood up on shaky legs, running your hands along his thick legs for the last time before you reached over to grab his shorts off the floor.
You handed them to him with his robe and licked your lips off any remaining cum.
โThe showers are open to use and wash off any oil, hopefully, I can be of service when you decide to pay us a visit again.โ Completely professional, with a sly smile like you knew he would come back. The only evidence that any of this just happened was in your messed up hair and flushed cheeks, perfectly matching Yeosangโs.
You turned to the door ready to walk out and ready to go home and finish yourself off. The no-fucking rule in the first session was the least of your concerns right now, but losing your job was not on your list of things to do.
ย With each second you spent longer in this room you were considering it more and more.
So you would have to get out of here right now.
But not without saying a little something.
โIf you ever feel the need to relax and let go for a dayโฆwell you know where to find me Yeosang.โ
And with that, the door closed leaving a breathless blushing Yeosang behind.
parental advisory - noncon/dubcon (?), somnophilia, mentioned masturbation (m +f), stalking, panty-sniffing, Olfactophilia (scent kink), bro puts ts in his mouth ๐ญ๐๐พ, touching, dirty talk, mentioned breeding kink, voyeurism, bsf!yunho, mentioned marking, nipple + breast play, oral (f receiving), consentual after y/n wakes up
A/N : something snapped - @bandgie โs request.
QUICK PSA - I do not condone any of the behaviours and/or actions displayed in this fic. Consent is necessary, stalking is wrong and panty-sniffing is fucking weird. This is entirely a work of fiction, so treat it as such.
Yunho took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet scent hungrily. The two of you were curled up on your sofa bed, watching a movie together. It was some old slasher that Yunho had recommended, but the quality of the SFX was pretty subpar, so it wasnโt as entertaining as expected. This had led you to drift in and out of sleep, entranced by the warmth Yunho was providing. A smirk took over Yunhoโs face at this, taking the opportunity to pull you closer. The hands that were wrapped around your waist fell to your sides, slowly rubbing up and down, the edges of his hands daring to breach the material of your top.
His top. He loved when you wore his clothes, the way they suited you so well made him eager to rip them off. Tonight was no different, and your sleepy state made him even more bolder than usual. His free hand snaked up your front, just shy of your breasts, your skin warm under his calloused hand.
He knew he shouldnโt be in here, but wasnโt this your fault anyways? You had given him, your trusted best friend, a key to your apartment โjust in caseโ. In his humble opinion, that was clearly a bad idea, but it wasnโt as if heโd refuse. Not when he could now run his fingers over your cream comforter, fingers playing with the furry edges. He didnโt dare to lift it out of place, so he leant down and sniffed the material, almost moaning at how strong your scent was. Despite usually holding himself back, it wasnโt unusual of him to jerk off to the smell of you, especially when you returned the odd jumper to him.
He would hold it to his face, drowning himself in your smell while hurriedly pumping his leaking cock, drunk on your scent. The jumper would practically smother him with how close he had it, but he didnโt care. Yunhoโs brain swam with pleasure, and he swore he could almost taste you on his tongue. That sweet, sweet smell, that drove him crazy every damn time.
Focusing on his task, Yunho quickly moved to your dirty laundry basket, lifting the lid ever so slightly. Slowly putting his hand in, he carefully rummaged (so as not to disturb the clothes too much and you notice a difference) before his fingers finally found purchase on something thin. Something lacy.
Bingo.
He pulled out the pair of thin panties, mouth almost salivating at the thong in the back. A small mark on the place your pretty pussy sat had him groaning, clearly proud of his discovery.
โFucking hell..โ
He lifted it to his nose, closing his eyes in anticipation. When the smell finally hit him, he could already feel the boner straining against his pants. It was if you had drugged him, the way he staggered to a stand, pushing the seat of your panties until they were practically inside his nostrils. He could die happily in this moment, clutching your panties to his face like the fucking pervert he is.
But, almost as soon as that thought crossed his mind, he heard the jingle of your keys in the door. Panicking, Yunho quickly made his way back to the window, hooking his leg over and disappearing into the shrubbery below. Mere seconds later, you were in your room, hanging your jacket, blissfully unaware of how your window was slowly closing behind you.
The headphones on your head meant you certainly didnโt hear the click, and Yunho thanked his lucky stars as he sat in the bushes. He decided to catch his breath for a bit then make his escape, cheeks flushed and body trembling with adrenaline. You finally removed your headphones and, fiddling with your phone for a second, music began to flow through your portable speaker.
Then, you started undressing.
His jaw dropped open at the sight of you shimmying down your jeans, yet another one of those wretched thongs leaving your supple ass on display for him. It didnโt take long for you to kick them off and begin on your top, pulling it off until you were left in a bra and panties. Yunho had to hold his gasp when you bent over, picking the jeans up and quickly dumping the dirty clothes in your basket. His eyes stayed entirely fixated on your form as you turned away, walking into the bathroom with your speaker. As soon as the door clicked shut behind you, he sat down on the ground, fingers fumbling with the button and zip of his jeans.
It didnโt take the man long to tug his cock out, its angry red tip already sensitive in the cool breeze of a summer night. His thumb teased his tip, imagining it was your own with a satisfied sigh. Yunho was quick to stuff your panties in his mouth, both to quieten and satisfy himself. Your delectable taste had him throbbing uncontrollably, and his cock was fit to burst.
It was fair to say that when you got out of the shower, laying on your bed in nothing but a towel as your fingers edged closer to your hole, you had a very intensely focused audience.
When soft snores began to fall past your parted lips, Yunho couldnโt help but bury his head in the crook of your neck, both hands now grasping your breasts. Like the little fuckinโ tease you were, you rubbed against his already-hardening cock, your ass moving against it as you shifted in your sleep. As soon as you settled down again, his fingertips ghosted your nipples, smirking at how they quickly pebbled under his touch.
โSuch a nasty girlโฆโ
Circling them slowly, Yunho watched in awe as your back arched, a small whimper leaving you. He dared to pinch them before rolling them to soothe you, smirking when you gasped in your sleep. Pressing little kisses to your neck, he whispered to you in a deep, sultry voice, nibbling on your ear.
โYou just want this, donโt you?โ
Of course, you couldnโt answer. All you did was pant in your sleep, leaning into his touch. His nose tickled your baby hairs as he pressed closer to you, hard-on poking your ass. Venturing lower with one hand, he let it slide into your pyjama shorts, mouth watering when he realised you had no panties on. He cupped the supple skin with a groan, slowly rocking his hips into you. Yunhoโs fingers were quick to dig into your asscheeks, and he shushed you when you whined quietly.
โDonโt whine like that, I donโt wanna cum in my pants.โ
It was literal torture for him to resist sinking his teeth into your neck, suck and bite until a harsh mark began to purple on your skin. He fantasised about leaving you bedridden from his cock, all fucked out and covered in cum and love bites. One day, he soothed himself with; one day all you would need to do is let him fuck that cute little cunt of yours. Heโd do everything else - provide, cook, clean - your only task would be to bounce on his cock and let him pump you full of his cum.
He was beginning to become a little impatient, especially from the way you quietly moaned in your sleep. He wondered who you were dreaming about, whether it could possibly be him at the forefront of your mind. Maybe you wanted him so desperately that you were faking being asleep, or perhaps you werenโt ever asleep. Surely you wouldโve woken up by now, right?
This thought spurred him on as his fingers finally dipped low enough that they slipped between your folds, delighted at how wet you were. You wanted this, you wanted him. Yunho didnโt even hesitate before bringing his middle and pointer finger to your clit, circling it as you shifted in his grasp. His other hand was still cupping your boob, and he began to roll your nipples simultaneously. The way your face furrowed, jaw slightly shaking at the pleasure had him fit to burst. It wasnโt long before he retracted his fingers and suckled them, almost moaning himself at the taste. All resolve flew out the window when you whispered to yourself, almost quiet enough for him to miss.
โY-Yunโฆโ
Before he could think to control himself, Yunho had tugged your shorts off and sunk lower on the sofa bed. He turned you until you were laid on your back and pushed your legs just far enough to be face-to-face with your pussy. Clearly unable to think reasonably, he gave your lips a wet kiss before eating you out like a starved man. His assault on your pussy was the straw that broke the camelโs back, and you sat up with a start. Your eyes were still groggy, but you felt his tongue languidly licking you, your thighs already shaking. Your voice was a little croaky as you spoke.
โYunho?โ
He hummed and your pussy clenched, causing the man between your legs to smirk before murmuring into your pussy.
โJust go back to sleep, baby. I need a little taste, and then Iโll leave you be.โ
A silence settled over the room, and Yunho paused for a second, hoping you werenโt about to kick him out and cut all ties. Even though he had stopped, he was still breathing onto your pussy, his nose grazing your clit. Maybe you thought you were dreaming, or maybe you were too horny to care about the situation, but your legs spread wider after a while. Snaking a hand into his hair, you pushed him until he was pressed into your dripping cunt, now beginning to roll your hips onto his face.
โYou woke me up, so you better make it worth my time.โ
Yunho was quick to get to work, doing all he can to fuck your brains out until all you could think about was him.
Summary: You get lost in a snowy winter night. Your horse spooked, and now you're on your own to find your way back home. Instead of your home, you find an old temple belonging to the God of war, Mingi. From now on, this would be your home.
Word count: 3.2k
Disclaimer: I'm in no way condoning, justifying, encouraging nor promoting this kind of behavior. This is not supposed to represent Mingi in any way.
Warning: Dub-Consent (Only touching, no smut.)
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The moon above you was round and full, casting its silver light down on you and your surroundings every time it peeked through a gap between dark clouds. The trees from the forest you were stumbling through were bare. Their branches were decorated by a thick layer of snow instead of green leaves.
You wrapped your bare arms tight around your body, trying to save some warmth, but it did almost nothing. The clothes on your body were a poor excuse of clothing articles and doing nothing to help your body in preserving your body heat. This would be easier if you had a horse, but your horse was the reason why you were in this situation in the first place. It had suddenly spooked at something, completely catching you off guard and threw you off. You could only watch as it bolted away into the cold night
You left deep footprints in the thick snow as you dragged your weakened body forward. Soon, those footprints would be filled up by the fresh snow that was silently falling from the dark sky. You could barely feel your limbs, and your fingers didn't move how you wanted them to. As you stumbled through the forest you longed to be at home where you could curl up in front of a fireplace, fill your stomach with something warm to eat, and finally fall asleep in your comfortable bed. You concentrated on the small misty cloud that formed every time you breathed out. You tried anything to get your mind off of the harsh cold.
Your body was weak, and your eyes began to get a bit droopy when you saw something in the distance, finally something else than snow and trees. A flicker of hope bloomed in your chest when you spotted the outline of a building between the thick forest flora. You wanted to run toward it, but the exhausted state your body was in simply didn't allow it. Your eyes were trained on the grey bricks. The closer you came, the more the building revealed itself to you. At first, you had thought that it was just a small ruin or an abandoned house, something you hoped would give you shelter, but what you found was much bigger than what you had expected. What you found was some sort of temple. A thick layer of snow covered the roof, and naked ivy veins climbed up every inch of the structures walls. The building would have been completely hidden away by the lush green had it been spring or summer.
Stepping into the building, you had to quickly realize that you wouldn't find much protection of the cold here. Time had clearly eaten away at the temple. Lots of cracks and gaps in the walls allowed the wind to howl through the building. At especially large gaps, snow started to pile up, and the ivy that had already covered the outside also partially found its way inside. You walked further inside, even if you were still cold, at least you were protected from the snow. You noticed that the walls were covered in paintings. A lot of the paint had peeled off and chipped away, but some of the artworks were still partially visible. It was mostly art related to war. Armies of men fighting the enemy force and illustrations of losses and victories.
If you weren't on the brink of passing out, you would have gladly taken your time to look at the ancient paintings, but your main concern was staying alive. You walked past an old altar, the stony surface was stained in a dark color. Old blood. A lot of sacrifices must have been made here in order to stain the stone permanently. Behind the altar stood the podium for a statue, but the statue itself was gone. You retreated into the far corner of the temple, snow couldn't reach you there, and the wind wasn't as strong.
You curled up on the ground, your legs were pulled close to your chest and your arms wrapped around them. As mucbas you fought against it, your eyelids still felt heavy, threatening to fall closed at any given moment. You knew you couldn't fall asleep, not if you wanted to keep fighting, but your mind started to play tricks on you. Maybe if you just rested your eyes for a moment, just to get some energy back, you wouldn't fall asleep. As soon as you closed your eyes, you could feel the impending sleep gnaw at you, and your exhausted body was just too happy to give in and slip into unconscious. Your last sleep, you thought.
The next time you were conscious again, you felt warm. Warm? You were confused as to why you felt warm because the last thing you remembered was passing out in that old temple. You kept your eyes closed. You were too exhausted to worry about why you weren't freezing anymore. With a sigh, you pressed yourself closer to the source of heat.
It wasn't until you heard a chuckle from above you that your eyes snapped open in an instant. You tilted your head to look up and were promptly met with the chocolate brown eyes of a handsome man. At first, you only stared at him in awe before you fully came to your senses. You could feel his skin against yours along the length of your body. "There you are, darling. Though I might lose you." The man spoke and let his hand graze over your cheek. His touch was hot, almost burning your skin.
Considering your situation, you were somehow eerily calm. You slowly sat up and pushed his hand away. Till now, you haven't said a word, but one glance down your body was enough to make you gasp. Even if you had felt his skin against yours just a few moments ago, it only now registered in your head that you were naked. Your hand clutched th blanket, keeping it close to your chest to hide your body. Beside you, you could hear the man chuckle again. "Where am I? Why am I undressed?" You moved a little away from him so your bodies weren't in contact anymore.
He hummed and tilted his head as if he had to think about where you currently were. "My temple, darling. The temple of war. Although, mine is a lot more appealing than the one in the human world, isn't it?"
You took a look around you, the abandoned temple you remembered passing out in wasn't there anymore. Instead, you found yourself in a lavishly decorated bedroom. Pillars made of marble carried the unnecessarily high ceiling, golden ornaments were worked into almost everything, even the marbled floor. Two statues of the man beside you silently guarded the large arched double door of his bedroom, both of them almost managed to reach the ceiling. "I don't understand." You muttered when you looked back at him. Nothing he said made sense to you. How could this be the same temple you passed out in? And he still hadn't answered why you weren't wearing your clothes. "And my clothes, where are they?"
"What's there to not understand?" He sighed and shook his head. "My temple, you're in my temple." He repeated, this time a lot slower. He probably thought you were a little dense. "Your clothes? Well, I had to take them off. They were drenched. How could I possibly keep you warm with them on?"
You swallowed hard at the thought of a stranger undressing you. He saw you in your most vulnerablestate while you were passed out. The thought alone made you a little squirmish. "Please give them back, I have to go home."
But the man only shook his head again. "Oh no, you don't have to." He gently pushed you back down by your shoulder. The soft bed molded to your body, almost swallowing you up. This is what you imagined it would feel like if you slept on a cloud. "How about you rest first, hm? I imagine that last night must have taken quite the toll on your human body."
Without resistance, you let yourself be pushed down again. You were far too compliant for a woman who woke up in the bed of a naked stranger, but something about him was soothing. It's almost like a lullaby dragging you into the dreamland or a sirens song luring sailors into the depths of he oceans. "Why do you keep talking like that? Like you're not human."
"Because I'm not. I'm the God of war." His hand landed on your cheek again now that you were lying back down. His fingertips wandered over your cheek, slowly down to your neck and coming to a rest over your pulse point. "Darling, why do you seem so confused? Do you not believe in the Gods."
You were sure that this man was trying to mess with your head. Human realm, a temple that suddenly shined in its old glory, and now the talk about Gods? Most importantly, claiming to be a God himself. So either he was trying to fool you, or he was the one who wasn't right in the head. "It's a lot, isn't it?" The man beside you spoke up again. "I get it. You'll have to get used to it. It isn't every day you meet a God, huh?" Meanwhile, his hand on your neck started to get restless and slowly began to wander. His hand traced from the nape of your neck, slowly down your spine, and over the curve of your behind until his hand came to a halt on the back of your thigh. The entire time his hand wandered over your body, you held your breath. You didn't know this man, but strangely enough, his touch didn't feel unpleasant, quite the opposite, actually. His touch left a warm prickly trail on your skin, his touch just as comforting as resting under the warm sun.
"Breath, darling." His voice lowered into a throaty purr which let his chest vibrate.
His words snapped you out of your trance, and you finally let air fill your lungs again. "Who are you really?" You asked him warily. In your mind, you were thinking about moving away from him to create some distance between the stranger and you. However, your body seemed to have other plans than your mind and stayed glued to your spot on the soft bed with silk blankets covering most parts of your body.
His hand softly squeezed the soft flesh of your thigh, a satisfied hum rumbled in his throat as his fingers dug into your skin. For a moment, he looked a little lost, his mind seemingly elsewhere and his eyes staring off into the distance right through you. Just when you were about to ask again, he answered you. "Well, name is Mingi, if that's what youre asking for." That's all he said. He gave you no explanation as to why you were with him. It was clear that he was too distracted. His fingers twitched to explore more of your body and let them roam freely all over you, but for now, he decided to behave himself a little and keep his hand on the back of your thigh.
You sighed when he really didn't reveal more about your current situation. It looked like you would have to pull the answers out of him. "Why am I here?"
Mingi had previously let his eyes wander over you, watching your form, which was hidden under the blankets. His eyes glued to your chest in particular. His gaze was narrowed at the blanket, which was pulled up just enough to protect your modesty, like it was the bane of his existence. But now his brown eyes met yours, at first glance they were kind and gentle, but with further inspection you could see that there was a storm right beneath the surface and ready to cause destruction, given the first opportunity. "How often do I have to repeat myself, darling? You know where you are, whether you believe it or not, you know it." His answer was less than satisfying. Your face pulled into a frown.
His hand let go of your thigh to reach for your face, his thumb stroked over your forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles that formed there. "Don't frown. I'll give you the answers you want, but it's not my fault if you dont believe them." Mingi sat up and stretched his arms over his head. The blanket had fallen off of his torso, now pooling around his hips and just barely covering his full glory from you. The muscles under his skin rippled with every movement. His body looked like he was sculptured by Pheidias himself.
You didn't mean to stare, but it was hard not to look when you could see how his biceps bulged, as well as the veins prominently running along his arms, and the muscles of his stomach flexing as he stretched his body. You swallowed hard at the thought of what would happen if the blanket slipped just a little lower. Mingi noticed you staring in his peripheral vision, but he chose not to say anything. "As I said many times before, you're in my temple, but you should know that, shouldn't you? After all, you're the one who wandered in here."
Suddenly, he stood up from the bed, a smirk tugged at his lips when he heard a small gasp coming from you. He had his back facing you, but you still quickly averted your eyes elsewhere. "You may think I was the one tugging you into my bed, but it was you who crawled in, really. Curling up against me like a stray kitten almost frozen to death." He spoke. You had no recollection of this. Then he shrugged his shoulders and corrected himself. "I might have guided you a little, but you're the one who came to me first."
While he was talking, he started to get dressed, and you watched. Well, at least he partially got dressed because his torso stayed mostly bare, only covered by a pelt sling with a one-sided shoulder pad. "It's been a long time since someone visited my temple." He mumbled, you swore you could hear some bitterness in his voice. Mingi turned back around to face you again. "But I guess the wait was worth it?"
"But that doesn't answer your question, right?" He chuckled as he began to roam around the lavish bedroom again, searching for something until he found and pulled out a pot with red paint in it. "I'm a God, darling. The god of war mainly, but also a symbol for bravery, virility, and victory." Meanwhile, he began to apply the paint to his body in a neat thick stripe on the side of his torso and over one side of his face. "Stumbled right into the lion's den." He muttered under his breath.
"Do you really think I believe that?" You asked. You couldn't help but scoff at what he had said. "Anyone can say that they're a god! Please just tell me where I am, I am serious, and I want to go home soon."
Mingi sighed and shook his head. "Why do humans always have to be so stubborn?" He muttered quietly. His movements stopped, and his head turned to look at you. "I'm afraid that's not possible. Of course, you didn't know better, but once you enter the realm of the gods, there's no turning back. At least for mortals like you, there isn't." His body followed his head, now facing you completely. "You're in the temple of the God of War. Sacrifices made to me are usually dead or on the brink of it, and guess what you were when you stumbled in here."
He sighed again and walked over to the bed, which was still occupied by your naked form hidden by the blankets. "Hate to break it to you, darling, but you're mine now." His hand reached out to caress your cheek. What he said was nothing but a lie. He didn't feel any remorse about this situation whatsoever. In fact, he relished in it. Finally, he has a pretty thing by his side, keeping his bed warm while he is out and about.
"But my home... I have to get home!" You protested.
"Why?" His head tilted while his hand roamed down to your neck. It was like his hand had a mind on its own because he couldn't keep his hands to himself. "What's there for you? No man, no family, no friends. Why are you so set on going back?"
You were a bit taken aback about his sudden assumptions about you. He wasn't wrong, but it was still surprising how accurate he was. Was it written on your face that you were a loner? It seemed that your surprise was written on your face because a low laugh emitted from deep within Mingi's chest. "I'm a God, darling. Of course I know. I know about everything that happens in my territory, and your little town you call your home just so happens to be part of it." He mused. His eyes were on his hand while he gently caressed your skin. "My time of glory and worship might have been a long time ago, but that doesn't mean that I disappeared. This land is still mine. I'm the one who has fought for this land centuries ago, and I'm the one who still protects it to this day."
Suddenly, his eyes sparkled with mischievous while he looked at you. "It's a shame you couldn't see the glory of the old days. You would've made a pretty war trophy."
Even if you wanted to move, you couldn't. His touch was stronger than the most potent narcotics, easily keeping you in place with feather like brushes of his fingertips. His words made you think, and you had to come to the conclusion that he was right. There was nothing waiting for you, at least nothing worth noting. But it couldn't be this easy, right? You couldn't just stay with a man whose touch was so incredibly tantalizing that you doubted your own sanity, a man who you just met, and a man who claimed to be a God. "Prove it to me. Prove that you're a God."
"Oh, I will, in time." He replied and straightened himself up. His touch left your cheek, and it took everything within you not to follow his hand like a cat begging for pats. "But not now. There's something I have to take care of before the other gods start to bother me about the fact that I'm keeping a human in our realm." He sighed and rolled his eyes. He would much rather spend time with his new pet, but he would have to tell Hongjoong, the father of the gods, about you if he didn't want to be cast out from the ranks of Gods and Goddesses.
He turned to leave, but he was stopped by you just before he could. "Wait! At least give me my clothes back."
He hummed, pretending to think about it before he shot you down with a flat, "No." A small grin spread on his lips when he continued, "I think I'm going to keep you like this, so I know you won't wander around and cause any havoc while I'm not here."
You huffed and glared at him. Your hand, which was holding the blanket protectively to your chest, tightened in the fabric. "You-!" He didn't even wait to listen to what you had to say. With large steps, he walked out of the room. The door shut closed behind him, and you were left alone, sitting on his bed with just your thoughts. This situation was absurd. You should be freaking out, screaming, and kicking, but you were calm. It didn't seem like he had the intention to hurt you. You were safe. Maybe you should listen to him. Maybe you should stay.
It's not like you ever had a choice in the in the first place.
Genre: Vampire Felix x Reader, friends to maybe lovers?
Warning: Blood, blood drinking, fangs, lil bit of Angst, kissing
Wordcount: 1852
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This was by request of one of my followers @felixismyworld for giving me this brilliant idea. I wrote this while listening to Fatal Trouble and Lucifer from Enhypen.
Summary: The blood market was highly sought after and even more illegal, as anyone feared the creatures that lurked in the shadows, vampires. When an intruder enters, desperately needing your help, you're forced to be confronted with those same beings.
It was night, probably almost midnight if the lack of lit windows and closed shops was anything to go by. The streets were quiet and empty as you occasionally looked outside while cleaning some furniture, old rustic sofas that definitely needed replacing and bookshelves that were probably older than you.
This whole shop was rotting away in the little hidden alley that it was situated in, it wasn't uncommon to have a break in either, in these parts of town. If you were looking for a place where illegal activities took place, here was it, obviously hidden but there nonetheless.
Gambling your life away, buying drugs from questionable people, or simply getting rid of people. And now the newest of interest that was beginning to rise, blood selling.
For what purpose? To feed the creatures that solely survived off the life essence that humans called blood, the crimson liquid was essential to them. As their numbers grew over the years, people began noticing their struggle, mainly someone like you that thrived off the unusual business.
Some bloodsuckers also just liked having their meal in a bottle than drinking directly from the source, as it was either too intimate or deadly.
Though relationships like those weren't taboo, they were just looked at badly, well vampires in general were, so was it really a surprise?
Your business was doing well, you just didn't spend the money on the shop itself, more keen on paying your living blood bags and treating yourself to a good meal. You continued dusting, moving things around for a while, there was a pitter-patter noise outside now, rain was pouring down all over your windows, obstructing your view outside now.
There was a loud sound, that despite the heavy rain couldn't mask, it made you turn to the direction of the sound. Looking past a bookshelf the door of your shop stood wide open, maybe the wind?
You closed the old door with a creak, clicking the big lock on it shut. There were some rustling noises behind you now, making you back into the door in fear. Someone or something was here, with you. You called out trying to seem as intimidating as possible; "Hello? Anyone there? I will contact the watchmen patrolling if you do not just leave."
You stepped further into the shop trying to scope out the area without giving the intruder any openings, if there was really someone.
Just when you thought it was your imagination playing tricks on you and the lack of sleep hitting you, there was a weight that pushed you to the ground. It was too dark to really see anything, but you could make out a silhouette of a person, especially after some lightning illuminated the room for a split second. A man, looking absolutely distressed, he looked even more terrified than you. Eyes wide and shaking.
"What, who are you? what do you want?" You questioned in a shacky voice, break ins in this area usually resulted in the homeowner being found dead in the morning with their belongings missing.
"Please, I- I'll give you any money if that's what you want, I won't say anything about this." You rambled on. "Just please don't hurt me." You were curling into yourself.
You knew working in the darker part of town was going to bite you back on day.
The person hadn't moved an inch from where they stood above you, still as a statue. The only thing was the tremors and heavy breathing that left them.
Then they spoke.
A deep, almost sensual voice.
"I need-"
That made you open your eyes where they had been squinting out of fear of anything that was going to happen. Their eyes seemed fixated onto something, your hand. As you looked down to inspect it, it was cut open a little, probably from the uneven wooden floors.
It was bleeding, quite heavily, slightly dripping down the length of your arm soaking into your white blouse. The shadow moved closer, you could make them out more now, a man. Blonde hair, small stature combined with a small face and plump lips. The man stepped closer and closer until he bent down to grip onto your arm that had the blood dripping from it. The more light fell onto his face, you slowly started recognizing the face.
It was the local bakerโs boy, Lee Felix. The small Felix that brought you brownies to cheer you up. That behaved as sweet as the cookies he made. The same one that seemed entranced by the red liquid presenting itself from your wound.
You knew that look all too well. being met with the same almost unfocused eyes every time you sold your blood bottles to your customers. Your brain immediately began connecting the dots as to what would happen next, and you started pushing against the grip.
It was useless though; the unnatural strength of the immortal was too overwhelming when compared to a puny human. You would have never guessed him to be one of them. His cheeks always looked full of life, eyes bright. Right now he was almost like a different person.
It proved with the sheer strength that he held you in place with.
Felix seemed to notice as well, his grip loosening the slightest as the winces coming out of you and the struggle you were putting up were waking him up just a bit.
He couldn't stop though, not now.
He had been starved for days, weeks. His throat felt so dry, and the thirst was making his head dizzy. The lack of any type of blood had made him so weak, both physically and mentally. He couldn't possibly stop himself when your blood smelled so enticing. When his eyes fell on your neck outside he had already made his decision. It smelled like his favorite flowers or the sweetest dessert, absolutely irresistible. He would find out if it would taste just like it now.
The more he thought about it, the more he leaned in closer to your arm, following that scent. The first taste made him groan out loud, while the feeling of his cold tongue made you squeak and try pulling away in reflex. He made his way down your arm from the inside of your elbow following the thin line of blood until he reached your hand. He turned your hand almost taking ahold of your wrist, those lips kissed along the wound in comfort on occasion.
He continued feeding from you until it was nothing but a little gash. Your eyes were kept on him the entire time in focus and out of fear as to what he would do. After essentially cleaning the wound with his mouth he raised his eyes finally to yours, they weren't the deep chocolate brown that you once knew.
They were red, almost fluorescent so, glowing a deep velvety red. The same shade that painted his lips now.
"Felix?" Your voice was small, calmer but careful.
Another call of his name made him hear you now. It made him realize what he was doing, where he was, what he had done.
To whom he was doing it to right now, the small innocent you. The girl that befriended him and looked out for his little bakery. That was always so happy and bubbly when the doorbell jingled announcing his arrival.
Comprehending what he was doing and the next second he whipped his hands and body completely away from your near vicinity. He was the one terrified now, absolutely mortified of how he could have lost it. He backed into a shelf, knocking books and other thing off it. Holding a hand over his mouth, expression grim.
"What have I- I'm so sor- I didn't mean-." his words were a mess, not knowing how to make any of this seem okay. It wasn't.
He avoided all eye contact from you not bearing to see the look on your face, the terror of fearing for your life, because of a monster, because of him.
The raw emotion in his voice settled the beating of your heart a little, this was Felix. Still the same Felix that you knew, your friend. Even if this was not ideal in the slightest.
You stood up reaching a hand out to him, in hopes of consoling him. He was panicking, burying his hand in his hair out of frustration with himself. And shaking his head at himself, everything about this was just so unbelievable to him. This should have never happened.
He stopped when a soft hand took ahold of his, his eyes snapping down to your entwined hands and then to your eyes. The ones that looked at him in fear a second ago, were now filled with nothing but genuine concern.
"Felix it's okay-I'm okay."
Your reassuring words made him try to slow his breathing and calm down. Your hand traced circles into the back of his in a more comforting touch. He raised his other hand to your face, cupping it. Stroking his thumb along the fat of your cheeks right under your eyes, it made him look deeply into them. His own were back to that familiar chocolate brown.
"I'm just so sorry, I would never want to hurt you."
And you truly believed those words.
His face came closer to yours, you almost thought he was going to kiss you. Maybeyou were even hoping for it. His forehead connected with yours, lids closing and breathing out a sigh. Yours stayed open fixated on the closeness, you were counting his freckles moving along them when your gaze settled back on those lips, the same ones that were on your skin before.
As you caught yourself staring there though, you snapped your eyes back up, his fixated on your own lips and then slowly settling back to gaze into your eyes.
It was like some unspoken words left the both of you, as you met. Lips finally against each other in a soft kiss. Your hands tangled themselves in the fluffiness of his hair pulling him more into you. A desperate attempt to get him closer to you.
You could taste the metallic flavor of your blood lingering on his tongue, but that quickly went away as he continued warming your mouth with his.
As your tongue slipped in you could feel the slight point of his fangs, careful to not cut yourself but with each moment it slipped your mind more and more. It made you rougher searching for more contact. This was something that you had been waiting for years, your little crush had developed into something more, way too long ago.
Now that this was finally happening, you wouldnโt let go. You'd use this chance while you had it, too scared for a different reason than death.
That this would be the last time you could feel his lips on yours.
Maybe this was worse than death if you could never experience this bliss again.
You could only hope that this would last as long as his immortality did.
Genre: Fantasy, Gorgon Hongjoong x Reader, Magic Academy Au
Warnings: sex p in v, bruising(don't worry), venom/aphrodisiac, a little of blood(bite), begging, teasing kinda?
Wordcount: 5029
Not proofread
Serpent Hybrid Honjoong would actually be so hot, I can't breathe. Also inspired by Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.
Summary: The magic school you go to has many secrets and students start disappearing again, but when you're friend also suddenly turns into thin air, you decide to find her yourself, one of the secrets is closer than you could have ever imagined.
"Did you hear?, it happened again."
"This is the third student this month."
"Aren't the teachers gonna do anything."
No, they won't, they never have. In all the years that you've been training to be a wizard, no one did anything against the mysterious disappearances happening in this school. And you doubt anyone ever will.
Every year, when the snow started to build a thick layer onto the gras outside and the days started becoming shorter, at night students went missing, one by one. And every time, not a single teacher would investigate further, you doubt that they even told the parents about the fate that their children would suffer.
It wasn't like they'd disappear forever, they would return one day, out of the blue. But not the same, they had a blank expression, as if the life was sucked out of them. And they would mutter about strange, unintelligible things.
This was seriously getting out of hand, you'd never know who would be next, maybe it was that nerdy girl in potions class, or that stupid jock that sat way too close with his sweaty self.
Or maybe you.
You closed your locker in frustration, swiftly heading off to your next class. You were not in the mood to listen to any of this nonsense anymore, the upcoming exams had you on your feet already, there wasn't any need for more stress on your end.
You were sat at your desk, patiently waiting for your friend to show up. But she wouldn't show, not even when the teacher arrived, or 10 minutes into the lesson. Maybe she just forgot to tell you that she wouldn't be coming.
You tried focusing on your lessons, a weird feeling stirring in your gut. As you were packing your books, the runes teacher called out to you, a small old woman.
You quickly headed over to her, your bag over your shoulder. Your brows furrowed at the serious and kind of dim expression that her wrinkly face was painted in.
"Have you heard anything from your friend, Adeline?"
"No, I haven't, why?" It wasn't rare for her to miss a class, especially not this one. Why was she so concerned?
"She wasn't at her after school studies, or any of the club activities."
Now those she definitely never misses, as she actually likes those. That feeling in your stomach started feeling heavier and a clump in your throat started forming at the all the possibilities of where she was, or what could have happened.
"Her roommates also noticed her missing."
How could you be the only person to not have noticed anything, you, you were her best friend for godโs sake. You broke out in a cool sweat; she couldn't be far. Hopefully.
You thanked the teacher for informing you, telling her you'd tell her if you find out anything about her whereabouts.
This cannot be happening. Not to her, your mind kept making pictures of all the times at the academy, how you'd spend any moment with her.
The third student this month. It must be her. She was now one of the missing students, that were going to turn up again like brain dead zombies. No way you'd let that happen. Your steps began quickening, you stopped in front of a few students to ask them if they'd seen her. Never getting a positive answer or even a clue.
You kept asking people around the school until someone said something that struck you.
"Oh yeah, the little one, saw her yesterday withโฆwho was it?" They stopped to think, you were restless and grabbed them by the collar.
"Who? With whom was she?"
You looked like you'd start killing the poor student if they didn't tell you, pupils small and eyes wide. You needed to find her, as soon as possible. Your hold didn't let up until they got the answer out with a trembling stutter.
"Kim- Kim Hongjoong"
You let the go, the person catching their breath a little and hurrying off.
Kim Hongjoong, you weren't unfamiliar with the student. He was also going to be a graduate, you had never spoken with him before, but you sure as hell would now.
He was a little popular with his looks and charms. But right now, he might be one of the names that would land on your "to kill" list. If he had anything to do with your besties disappearance. You knew where to find him rather quickly, with asking the next person in your line of vision, a lot nicer than before, as to where he would be.
His charms class was just about to end, and luckily for you the classroom was just a few halls down situated.
As soon as your eyes were sat on a familiar blonde hair you grabbed said person by the tie and slammed them into the next wall, fuck being patient, your friend was missing. The dude was definitely taken aback by the shocked expression and silver rimmed glasses that fell down his nose a little.
You got in his face, trying to intimidate him even if he was quite a bit taller.
"Where is she?"
"Who?" He seemed genuinely confused, as if, he must be playing dumb on purpose.
"Adeline fucking Winters, where is she?" You gripped him tighter, not aware of the stares some student threw your guys' way. You were sure you must be choking this dude with the way you were holding him.
"Woah calm down- he tried prying your hands from his shirt-"I don't know what you mean."
"You were the last person to seen with her, so, where.is.she?
Fed up with your pulling, he roughly yanked himself out of your grip, face now an angry expression at your accusing tone.
"I got nothing to do with her vanishing if that's what you're insinuating."
"Fancy words from a kidnapper-" You stepped up to him again, wanting to close the distance again. "-or worse a murderer, huh, what did you do to her." You jabbed an accusing finger into his chest, not believing that he didn't know anything at all.
Before he could come up with what you were sure, was going to be another excuse, a teacher interrupted. She pulled you away at the aggressive look and most definitely clenched fists, trying to deescalate the situation.
You would not let that man rest, he knew something, he has to. So, you shouted, hoping that he would hear:" I'll find out what you're hiding!"
After an hour-long lecture from the principle for your behavior you were finally let off with a warning. They still wouldn't do anything to help you find your friend though, making some lame excuse that she might have just gone and needed some time alone. They clearly just wanted this subject off the table.
You wouldn't give up though. And you had a plan, one that would start with operation: "Observe Kim Hongjoong".
You came to realize that the dude was as boring as the next one though, he just went to his classes, hung out with his weird group of friends and would then retire in his room. Nothing out of the ordinary. He must be playing it safe. As to not get found out.
So that would mean, you needed to switch to the next phase of your plan: "Confront Kim Hongjoong". That step was a lot easier than you were thinking, as he himself paid you a visit in your potions class, snagging the seat next to you.
Making himself a little too comfortable in the seat, same uniform as any student here wore. A tie, dark coat and slacks matched with dress shoes and a white pristine shirt.
As the lesson began, he began whispering to you.
"Look I don't know what happened to your friend." He had a sympathetic look to his face; you'd almost believe him.
Almost.
"I know that you have something to do with this." It was more of a feeling than anything, he was either lying or just not telling you the whole truth, you were guessing it's more likely the first option.
You turned to him, laying your fountain pen down and stared him down. Right in those deep eyes of his.
"And when I find out what you're hiding, everyone will know." Just then the bell rung, which made you snatch the book and supplies of yours into your arms and speed walking away from him. Being near him made it almost hard to breathe, he was a lot more imposing than you first realized.
You didn't even put away your books, heading straight to the library. Because maybe you hadn't found out where your friend was now, but you did manage to catch something.
His eyes. The moment you looked into them, for a split second, so fast that anyone could miss it, they changed. Yes, maybe you were actually going crazyโฆbut if not, this could help find Adeline, Addy, your friend. You started missing her more and more over the passing days, praying that she was okay at the least.
For what reason would Hongjoong need someone to disappear? To kill them? To sacrifice them? God, he just a kid like you though. But those eyes weren't, they looked cold, like pure ice that sank into the depths of a deep-frozen lake.
You decided just looking at all the books in the library would take way too long, the room was practically the size of a mansion. You started looking through a few ritual books, nothing. Looking into some records of the school, nothing. No missing people, no records at all, even though this was a phenomenon that had been going on since your first year here. Someone must be covering this whole thing up, or something.
The tag for the forbidden section caught your eye, looking back to see if the librarian had their eyes on you, you slipped through the wooden door. It was left unlocked, well not willingly as some students broke the lock and the school decided the cost wasn't worth fixing.
It was pretty dark in here, as you choose to keep the lights off. Noone needed to know you were in here, or the next lecture with the principal wouldnโt just end with a warning.
You looked through a few books, they were sometimes in a language you couldn't read or barely understood. A dark cover in the corner caught your eye, you reached for it and blew the dust on the top off it a bit. It uncovered the title "Legendarum Magicus". That almost sounded like a childrens book for magic legends. You flipped it open nonetheless, it didn't have an author and the writing, it wasn't printed, it seemed to be handwritten, each page of it.
And all the texts, they were all about this school. Hidden stories about the weird creaking in the abandoned girlโs bathroom. The hidden cellar in the school, which was supposedly home to mysterious caged creatures. What made your hand stop turning pages was when the book spoke about the missing students, or more importantly, the cause of it.
As you read through it with your phone as a light. Each paragraph you read, made your hand tighten and shake against the book until you closed it with a slam. A noise way too loud for anyone not to hear.
As soon as you heard the familiar squeak of the librarian chair you ran out, slipping the book into your bag and hiding behind a pillar as to not get caught. When the coast was clear you headed to the stairs you just wanted to go to your room now, too exhausted and tensed with all the new things you learned from the book. And about the infamous Kim Honjoong.
Your eyes closed your eyes trying to keep the headache you managed to sport away. And at last made you fall asleep, bag still clutched to your body.
The next day phase three your plan would step into action: "Confronting Hongjoong and getting Adeline back". You had no idea how you'd do that but just in case of something happening, you packed a special little object with you.
Hongjoong must have some kind of unnatural for feeling when you needed to talk to him because he came up to you again, just before class was going to start.
"Hey, I just wanted to make sure, that you know I-" He gestured to himself, and you cut him off, not planning on listening to more of his lies.
"I know your secret Hongjoong." That sure got him to be quiet quick. He looked calm from the outside, but once again, those eyes said more than anything on that pretty face. The Frames didn't hide the icy expression, his eyes seemed to get deeper now you felt like you were drowning in that cold, frozen over lake.
That same restricting feeling on your chest.
You managed to get it out though, in a barely there voice.
"I know what you are."
At that he abruptly grabbed your hand and began pulling you away from the classroom, not planning on partaking in the lesson. Your and his steps were the only things that could be heard in the empty hallway. Would he take you to where the others were now? You didn't feel that good about going there alone, wherever "there" was. His steps were quick and long and the rooms that you passed were a big, connected blur.
You stepped down several stairways, they all went further and further down. And then he stepped through doors until you were in the common bath, he pulled you in and then let go.
He stepped around the huge bath going for where the multiple faucets that were used for it were. He turned a few, seemingly in a specific order and when he stepped back from them a buzz rang through the room. An opening in the wall opened, the wall sliding from it former place like a normal door, yet this was anything but normal.
He walked through the hole, stopping and turning to you.
"If you wanna know where your little friend is now, you ought to follow me."
Was this smart? Absolutely not. Were you going to do it regardless?
Yes.
You knew what this path led to, his lair. Where he trapped his victims. His eyes seemed to glow a green in the dark of the tunnel and he continued walking ahead, knowing that you'd follow.
When the tunnel opened up again it was into a big room. Water pouring from a lot of places in the ceiling and disappearing into nothingness. Big stone pathways were decorated with big statues on each side making it look like a big ominous walkway, headed straight to a statue in the front. All depicted the same animal, a serpent.
That made your heart beat a little faster, your hands tremble a little more and you turned your bag a little more to you, for easier access.
Hongjoong took off his coat, throwing it off into a corner. He loosened his tie and popped a few buttons open, before turning back to you.
"You know, your first one to figure it out." He said all friendliness and the desperate attempts of convincing you of his innocence were gone. Now before you stood the real Kim Hongjoong.
"You humans are usually so stupid and naive, quite easy to fool. But now, you show up, trying to play hero."
He took slow steps to you, and you reached into your bag at the same tempo. Your heart began racing.
"Most of the times I just get a little bit of the energy of the magicians here, letting them walk away in a little daze and making them come back again if Iโm in need of a little snack again." He continued on, explaining, not that you'd understand his situation.
"I think I'll make an exception for you though." He closed in on you just as you had done the first day you confronted him. You pulled out the round object that you took with you, a mirror. You looked away as well, not wanting to be affected with whatever he was trying to pull on you.
If the book was correct, what stood before you wasn't a human. It was the embodiment of medusa, the curse holder of the gaze of stone, a gorgon. He was a living myth, inhabiting the dark underground of this Academy. Feasting on his prey.
He turned away with a yell, stopped by the reflective surface in your hand.
"Smart little thing, aren't you?" You heard him speak, not willing to give him an ounce of your eyesight. He wouldn't be able to catch you with his gaze.
"Yeah, that's right- you stood from your cowering position; mirror still held tightly in hand. "-so give me back my best friend and nothing will happen." You started looking for her in the room, not seeing anyone besides the two of you.
"Oh, but it will, now that you know, you don't expect to just walk away? Do you?"
"Oh, sweet thing, but she isn't even here." You felt a grip in your hand, making you turn your head regardless in shock. He turned your mirror away from him, gripping your wrist tighter until you let go and it shattered on the stone floor. You choose to just tightly close your eyes.
He stepped closer into your personal space, he dragged his one hand to your jaw, turning your head to him.
"Look at me." It was a demand, a command to do as told or you'd suffer some serious repercussions.
You refused to give in, you wouldn't, for your friend.
You felt his warm breath brush your face and then you felt a soft feeling against your lips, nonetheless, making you open your eyes. Which in turn made you gaze into his-now grey-eyes.
You felt like you were afloat, in a daze, completely relaxed. Like you were on a high, it felt like when you used to make potions to fall asleep.
His blonde fluffy hair was starting to go out of focus a bit, your eyesight blurry.
A hand cupped your cheek, now tilting your head to properly get you to look at him.
"Now Now, don't fall asleep, we're just getting started."
You didn't really hear his words, too out of it. The thing that you could focus on the most were those lips, that were now curved in a pretty smile. Your throat dried up a little at the notion of getting to feel those lips again, you leaned into him a little. You kissed up your cheek, in a motion way too sweet given the situation. You kept your eyes open now, intent on capturing all of his movements in your memories.
You felt a little prick of him biting into your lower lip and right after you felt even more floaty, incredibly warm as well. As if you were coming down with a fever, Hongjoong's lips felt so cool in contrast now, which made you more the desperate to reconnect your lips each time. With each smack it seemed to cool you off, but your body began burning more.
You pulled him more into you, feeling the exposed part of his chest, just as cooling as the rest of him. You unbuttoned it more. "Eager, aren't we?" His voice seemed far away, but his touch wasn't as he got rid of your cloak and shirt just as fast.
His touch was soft but demanding not rushing at all, you however couldn't get enough fast enough. You pressed messy kisses along his neck, down his collar bone and chest, your hands finding their place on his pecs. You explored the expanse of his body, keeping your lips on his torso. You slipped your one hand down further his abdomen, now noticing a few scales scattered over the sides of his torso. You delicately traced his abs, being stopping by your head, when a hand pulled your head back by your hair. It forced you to make eye contact with the heavenly looking creature in front of you. "That's only for good ones, have you been good?"
You nodded, whatever would get you to feel more of him and satiate that ache deep inside you. To make the burning stop. Instead of letting you continue on, he completely pulled away.
The suddenness made you sink onto the cold stone floor.
A whine escaped you in response, which, in any other situation would have embarrassed you. You couldn't pick your body off the ground, way too weak, your bones felt like they were made out of pudding.
"Now tell me, who else might know that I'm the reason for the incidents happening on these grounds? Any friends you like to gossip to?" He tapped your chin to get you to look at him, noticing how it sunk at the relaxed feelings of your body.
You couldn't even understand him, the question hadn't registered at all in your mushed up brain. So, he repeated himself now sounding a lot more serious though.
You tried thinking back, no one, you hadn't told anyone about this escapade of yours, or even that you had the slightest idea of who could be behind the kidnapped students. That shook you awake a little, you were here for someone, for your best friend.
You didn't know which answer would make you come out of this alive, so you stuck with the truth. Instantly a a big smile formed on his face, eyes crinkling a bit and fangs showing. Fangs that you managed to only notice now.
"What do you want with them? You don't eat them, so what do you do to them?" Your weakened voice questioned.
Hongjoongs one eyebrow raised in surprise at the fact that your head was starting to clear up again. That wasn't part of his plan in bringing you here. He supposed he could tell you, not that you'd remember any of this after, just like the others.
"But that's where you're wrong, I do eat them, partially. I take away that delicious spiritual energy, it doesn't kill you. But can you really call that living? You saw, they're empty husks after."
He enjoyed the wide-eyed look on your face, now just realizing what real danger you were facing. It was crazy how nonchalant he was about all of this. He kept his non-threatening facade for now, and then when you would least expect it, he'd wrap himself around you, just like a viper.
"No, please-uh not my friend please." Aww how cute, you were really worried about someone else right now?
You really were naรฏve.
Following him down here, trusting his words of giving up your mortal friend. He enjoyed seeing you beg, especially on your knees on the floor. It gave him even more of a power trip than he was already having.
The tears in your eyes, the disheveled state of your clothes and hair and God, the pink blush that was still left on your cheeks from before. He was barely keeping himself under control.
Maybe he could make an exception, just this once.
"Alright, Iโll let your friend go, hell I'll even stop taking students, for a price of course."
Okay, this was your only chance to save her. You'd do whatever it took to know that she was alive and still the one that you spent all this time with, in all those years.
You were still looking up at him with those big eyes, in hope. That he would keep his words.
"If I canโt feed on those friends of yours, you'll just have to quench my hunger."
Die? Was he really asking you to die? To sacrifice yourself? You were shaking, you were going to be one of those lifeless husks, roaming the halls until you graduated. Only God knows how your life would continue after.
You supposed you didn't have any other choice, if this was really the only way, thereโs no way you could walk away and live with the guilt. If Hongjoong would even let you leave.
"Alright, I'll do it, but you have to let them go."
He moved towards you at that, with each step your shoulders shook more in fear of what was about to happen to you. You were praying for it to at least not be painful. You closed your eyes in preparation of his next move.
Directly in front of you again he ran his fingers down, along your cheek. Going down and over your neck, feeling your pulse and staying there. The smell of your fear was already feeding him more than you'd ever know, but he wouldn't just stop without having an actual taste of you.
He leaned in, those same plush lips brushed over your neck and then slightly exposed shoulder. Your shirt had ridden down quite a bit, some buttons opened. You could feel his long tongue occasionally trace a few lines along the expanse of your shoulder, but he bit in, just slightly.
Your taste was heavenly, reminding him of his favorite pastry. He needed to keep you alive so that his now favorite snack would never leave him.
That made you wince; this would be it. His tongue went over the small holes that were left behind in a soothing touch. You started feeling dazed even more, more than before.
His venom that must have been it before as well. Now that it was more and deeper it worked so much stronger. The heat was actually unbearable now, you began taking your top clothes off in a fruitless attempt to feel cooler.
Searching for some coolness your hands met Hongjoongs skin again wrapping yourself around him to get your naked upper body flush against him. His went around to hold your waist, quickly slipping down to push your skirt and panties off in one move.
If your blood tasted that good, in between your legs would actually make him ascend to heaven. Usually, he wouldn't drain his victims like this, not at all.
He pushed you to lay on the floor, on your back. He followed right behind, settling himself between your legs. Eyes going for the space in between your legs, which was a sight for sore fucking eyes. So wet, from just a little kissing and his venom. And those tits, that he hadn't appreciated until now, he really should have. Everything about you was screaming to be consumed, he wonders if he was the one lured and not you.
He wasn't any better than you though, his dick leaking pre-cum and coating his underwear maybe even his slacks. He made quick work of both, just as impatient as you. Your hands kept going over him, caressing any space you could find. His hands found the back of your thighs folding them up to have you spread out even more for him, the position had him licking his lips. He lined himself up against your pulsing hole, that was clearly eager to be filled.
No foreplay at all he pushed in slowly to not hurt you anymore than necessary to get himself sheathed inside of you. He rubbed your clit to alleviate some of the pain that followed with his push. You barely even registered the pain, grabbing him by the nape and pulling him down into a kiss.
The moment he moved his hips back and forth you were seeing stars, your senses seemed so dimmed but your touch receptor and nerves were heightened. The pleasure was ten fold, the slide got wetter and wetter with each passing thrust. The groaning and moaning from each of you growing louder and rawer. You pulled back to catch a breath from the kiss, your head was thrown back at a particular deep and calculated thrust.
You looked down to see where you two were connected, the sight straight out of a porn, your wetness leaking all over Honjoong and yourself. And you could clearly see some sticky precum pulling strands and connecting the skin.
It was so hot, so sensual and dirty. The wetness provided the right slide for when your clit would make contact with Honjoongs pubic bone, grinding against it. Your climax was approaching way faster than any time before in your life, faster than when your favorite toy was hitting all those spots inside you, deeper than your fingers ever hoped to reach. The pleasure felt unreal.
The same was for him, he was so out of breath. The squelching from your pussy and your wet and warm walls made such a deadly combination. It felt as if no time at all passed, you hit your highs that fast, with Hongjoong curling over your body and pushing your legs a little further up. And you gripping onto his back for dear life, your body working overtime with all the sensations and pleasure coursing through you. Little lightning bolts making you flinch a little in sensitivity.
The only thing heard in the big room was the harsh breathing that escaped the both of you, having you stay in position for quite a while, until he separated the two of you.
His cock leaving you empty but that heat also slowly dissipating. You stayed laying on the floor until you felt some fabric being placed around you, like a blanket. Opening your eyes, it was Honjoongs coat your body disconnected from the uncomfortable floor and was lifted into his strong arms.
He didn't walk in the direction of the exit, he walked further in, it kept getting darker and darker making sleepier. His grip tightened in realization of you starting to doze off. In spite of the clear danger holding you, you felt yourself surrendering to the sweet sensation of sleep. He felt himself smile a little at the adorable sight and now he would have more than enough times to enjoy that over and over again.
Genre: Drabble, childhood friends au thoughts,
Warnings: Toothrotting fluff
Wordcount: 645
Not proofread
Something short for my Ni-ki stans.๐
Summary: Ni-ki is the childhood friend that everyone needs and his sweet tooth transfers over to you just as much. Life just seems to get better each moment you spend together.
โพ Ni-ki lights up with a genuine smile whenever he sees you, his childhood friend.
โพ His happiness around you is palpable and infectious.
โพHe listens intently to everything you say, remembering the little details and bringing them up in future conversations to show he cares.
โพ Sharing his snacks is his favouite way to show affection, from an early age he wouldn't do this with anyone but you. He sorts out the candy that you don't like from the bags and eats them so you only get the good ones.
โพConvenience store trips at the dead of night are essential to your friendship, as you always manage to leave with two full bags like 3-year-olds.
โพHe makes silly little faces whenever you feel down to cheer you up and at the end of the day always making you laugh.
โพHe squabbles a lot with you and when you play fight he loves getting up in your face. It usually results in the both of you somehow falling on the ground in a pile, continuous laughter flowing out the two of you.
โพHe's always trying to prove himself to you, shooting hoops in basketball, backflipping into pools. He loves showing off.
โพWhether it's summer or winter or any other season, you always spend every moment with Ni-ki. In summer you hang around the school stairs sitting and listening to your soft playlist.
โพIn winter you spend it inside as close to a heater as possible, cuddled up together as to not lose any warmth.
โพI imagine Ni-ki would love to show you his childhood movies and home, eyes sparkling as he recalls all the time, he has spent in his childhood home.
โพHe listens intently to everything you say, remembering the little details and bringing them up in future conversations to show he cares.
โพNi-ki invites you to secret little spots, a field with wildflowers, a little treehouse in the woods, a small lake to cool off in the summer. At each location you make new memories and treasure them.
โพAnd no matter how busy he seems with training to be an idol, he would always make time for you.
โพThe two of you would promise to go to the same college and after the same university, never getting tired of each other.
