A nsfw writing blog for NCT - minors are NOT welcome here - NO reposting or translating of my work allowed - feel free to ask if you have further questions
About me
â· 27, queer, they/she, goes by hun/hon
Writing guidelines
â· willing to write for every member
â· m/gn, m/f, m/m in moderation
â· requests are always open for headcanons, thoughts, or mtl lists
â· drabbles, one shots, and multi-part series are separate from requests unless I receive an ask that is particularly inspiring
â· minimal editing on all writing, this blog is my push to get back into writing regularly/consistently, everything is just for fun!
Squicks
â· non-con/dub-con, daddy kink, incest/step-family, gore/violence, cheating, age play/pedophilia
â· content warnings: nsfw (minors dni), explicit talk, not much else tbh this is pretty tame (for now)
â· summary: you find out your boyfriend is curious about anal. you also find it's not very hard to indulge him in his wishes.
Yangyang and you have mastered the art of co-existing. Any time he comes over to your place, which is as often as his schedule permits, itâs common that you two find yourselves sprawled across various surfaces doing your own thing. Itâs comfortable in a way a lot of the relationships in your life arenât, quiet a blanket that covers you both in ease. You feel the love that belies this domesticity most whenever Yangyang refills your glass during a quick break or brings back enough snacks to your nest to share, a love that has stabilized itself significantly over the past seven months together.
Maybe itâs this love that serves as a basis for the conversation that happens next, one you never foresaw. You have to give Yangyang props for keeping it under wraps for so long. He brings it up on an evening when youâre both a little listless, legs tangled together as you lay against opposite ends of the couch. You canât be sure what Yangyang has been doing to keep himself preoccupied, but all youâve gotten up to for the last half hour is switching aimlessly between different social media apps on your phone.
âBaby?â Thereâs a hint of trepidation that tapers Yangyangâs tone into something softer. It catches you off guard considering how plain this evening has gone.
âHm?â You donât feel the need to say much, but you do lock your phone and nestle it into the folds of the blanket on your lap before looking up. Yangyang is absentmindedly chewing his bottom lip. You also notice the twitch of his fingers where heâs holding his own phone close to his chest. Itâs easy enough to wait for him to find his words.
âDo you ever wanna, I donât know, do something different? In bed?â Your gut reaction is to say no, since you both have a healthy sex life as is; nothing about what youâve done so far leaves you unsatisfied. But you can tell this is a serious question, and so you sit on your answer for a bit.
Are there things youâd want to do with Yangyang outside of your tried and true? Possibly. There are certainly fantasies you used to fall back on frequently before this relationship, ones that made your orgasms so much more satisfying when you only had you to rely on. Those fantasies just havenât been necessary now that Yangyangâs come into the picture. âI like what we do, but Iâm also open to trying new things. Is there something you want to try?â
His gaze shifts away, almost as if heâs nervous, and so you guess youâve hit the nail on the head. Thereâs something specific he wants to do, and youâre dying to coax it out of him now that your curiosity has been stoked. âYangyang, itâs just me.â You offer the softest smile you can muster and it seems to catch his attention enough to look back at you.
He takes in a big inhale of air and starts fumbling his way out of his thoughts. âLike.. I know prostate orgasms are great or whatever. Obviously. Iâve just never had one. And like, am I missing out? Probably, right? Like thereâs something that would make sex even better than it is, and Iâm too scared to try-â
âBabe, hey,â you say as you lean forward and grab his leg. The physical contact seems to stop the rambling more than your voice does, which is great because you really donât want that train to run off its rails. âFirst off, please donât feel like you have to do this.â You pause, hoping to emphasize what you think is the most important point here. Yangyang should only experience anal if he wants to.
Before you can continue, Yangyang shifts upward and forward and seems determined when he barrels right into his next rant. âI want to do this. Iâm just scared. Like, Iâve never had a steady enough partner to even consider it. But now I do, and the anticipation is a lot. I think about it like all the time. And Iâve tried to like.. touch myself there but then I chicken out, which is stupid because I want to try! I always figured I just like needed someone else to help get me there.â
Youâre so ridiculously fond of Yangyang, and youâre sure itâs written all over your face if the delayed blush creeping up Yangyangâs neck is any indication. âI can help you with that, if thatâs what you want.â The smile is impossible to keep at bay, so you lean into its spread and squeeze down against the shin resting in your palm.
âReally?â Yangyang says with an edge of excitement, and it sets off a round of laughter from the depths of your soul as you nod emphatically. Why try to explain how head over heels you are for this boy when you can just reach out for his arms, pull him back into your reclined embrace, and kiss him silly? So thatâs exactly what you do. If he giggles a lot and runs out of breath too easily and ruts his half-hard cock against your lap enthusiastically, then no one needs to know outside of you two and the walls of your living room.
â· content warnings: nsfw (minors dni), lingerie, oral, cockwarming (briefly), crying (briefly), religious metaphors in relation to sex
â· summary: after a crappy week, your boyfriend treats you to a gift of lingerie that may just be the salvation you need.
Itâs been one of those weeks. The world seems out to get you, and itâs starting to wear you down. You manage to catch food poisoning that tornadoes its way through you for 34 hours straight. Then thereâs the missed bus and the irate peers who are getting antsy about your less-than-stellar week. You canât blame them though, not when the deadline for this big project circles this upcoming Friday in bright red marker on your calendar.
By Wednesday, you cave and send an S.O.S. to your boyfriend, Dejun.
Miraculously, youâve caught him at a good time. He sends a selfie that borders on being too lewd for what the situation calls for. His tongue is nestled against his bottom lip and his eyes are at half-mast, tank top exposing more skin than it covers as he flexes those coveted arm muscles of his.
Dejun reassures you that you can get through this temporary hiccup, that the end of the tunnel is in sight. He promises to see you Monday night too, which is the soonest heâs available, schedule permitting. He even sends a cute selfie this time around, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes, sweat matting down the hair in front of his ears, and wide grin making your breath catch. It takes you a moment to notice the mirrors and their reflections of a practice room past his beautiful face.
Itâs a sentiment you already know youâre going to cling onto for the rest of this week. Any way you can eke out some self encouragement.
Spending an entire evening with Dejun is certainly a pleasing reward for what becomes a whirlwind of a week.
The next day, you crack down and put in extra hours to fill out the gaps in your project and polish the details to an acceptable sheen. Dejun sends you stickers intermittently, in between hair and makeup and prerecordings, and the fact that he keeps you top of mind despite his own busyness melts your heart.
The day after, you and your group do a quick runthrough before actually presenting. You hate how last minute it is, but time doesnât afford you anything more. It couldâve gone better, but the sweet, âGood luck!~ đ„°,â message you come back to brightens your spirit some. You reply with a selfie of you being cheeky, tongue sticking out at Dejun. It clashes with your business casual wear.
Saturday and Sunday are a flurry in their own right. You pick up the parts of your life you put on pause while being sick and working. Groceries and cooking are a top priority, since youâve grown tired of takeout from overabundance. You also clean and do laundry and manage to sleep some of your underlying exhaustion away. Dejun sends you even more selfies at random pockets of the day, those of him in wardrobe but before hair and makeup, which are usually your favorite kind. His eyes look tired but he comes alive in the sweet smiles and silly expressions he gives you. As a thank you, you send a round of coffees to his waiting room for him and his members and staff.
Even keeping as busy as you have been, Monday evening still canât come soon enough.
Luckily, the day starts off normal once more. Itâs easy to pick your old routine back up now that itâs not stretched thin with additional stress. The only obvious drawback is that thereâs nothing to distract you from the wait for tonight, but youâll gladly take this anticipation over a massive crunch. Youâre not that impatient.
The light coming from your phone screen in your periphery catches your attention. Thereâs enough of a lull in your day to justify checking it. Itâs Dejun. Heâs apparently already let himself into your place and is waiting for you. You like the message before giving him an ETA. You donât plan on staying a minute longer than necessary now that you have someone to go home to.
Youâre glad that his message gives you just enough motivation to get back to the task at hand. Youâre determined to make this last hour and change as painless as possible, and the only way to do so is to put your head down and get to work.
Walking into your apartment a little while later is like the breath of fresh air youâve been waiting for. You feel truly blessed.
As you strip out of your outwear, you call out, âIâm home, Dejun.â
You get a responding, âIn here,â which, oddly enough, sounds like itâs coming from your bedroom instead of your living room like you expected.
Itâs a strange enough phenomenon that you hurry into your slippers and make your way over to the threshold of your room. The sight that greets you leaves you stunned.
There, laying demurely in the middle of your sheets, is Dejun in a lingerie dress.
You see mesh and lace and a bodice, and itâs a monumental challenge not to feel absolutely faint from it all.
âSurprised?â A smirk underlies that one word, and you honestly wonder if a person really can turn feral. Dejun might need to take you to a hospital just to be sure.
âCan I touch, my sweet boy?â Itâs honestly your only concern at this point, because if you canât get your hands on Dejun, youâll most certainly wither away.
âHm,â the sound is a whisper of husk riding a trill of beauty, and youâre overcome with the need for Dejun to answer faster. âWhatever you like. This is your gift.â
You donât even process the few steps it takes you to get to the edge of your bed, because youâre too busy drinking in how every inch of Dejunâs outfit drapes his body. As you come closer, itâs easier to tell that the only lace present is in the fabric of his mini-length black boxers. The hemline fits snug around the meat of his thighs, and you canât help but wonder if he purposefully bought a size too small.
As much as the lace attracts you, your attention is easily pulled to what is clearly the showstopper of this outfit. Youâve never seen a lingerie piece quite like it. Thereâs a bodice made of thin black straps that outlines his pecs and tits in the exact same way a bra would but with easy access to everything you crave to touch. The waistline is an additional strap that then makes way for a gorgeous, full-length mesh train, the sheerness gathering in pools where it lays against the sheets. Dejun has one hip cocked up just enough to highlight the leg slit that cuts open the skirt from bottom all the way up to a few inches shy of his waist. Itâs the only reason why you noticed the boxers to begin with.
Right as you reach the end of your mattress, Dejun stops you with the point of his toes sliding along the hem of your pant leg. He looks up at you from underneath his long lashes and asks that you unbutton your shirt before ravaging him. Itâs an easy enough request to do.
You praise the genius of your boyfriend as you crawl over his body and see the trails of your button down cage him in. It makes the initial kiss you press to his lips a little bit sloppy. In other circumstances, you mightâve even been embarrassed by how overrun your emotions are. But in this moment, youâre nothing more than your hunger.
Sealing your lips to Dejunâs does serve to siphon away some of the heat from your lungs, though, which makes it easier to control your nips and sucks. It doesnât lessen that deeper simmer in you, however, but thatâs not what youâre aiming for anyway. You intend to make good on Dejunâs gift tonight.
Time burns away its wick in the space where your lips meet. Everything becomes so simple this way.
The slide of skin is just basic friction, the nerves that tingle from it just neuroscience. Dejun opening his mouth to let you in is nothing beyond his wetness and warmth, the slick of his tongue against yours nothing more than taste and feeling. All the little gasps and mewls you coax out of him is music in its rawest form, not processed or layered, purely human in the emotions they convey. You try not to get lost in it.
Your hand does help to ground you a bit. The one holding you steady above Dejun is indisposed, but the other is free to flutter over whatever it can reach. Itâs most curious about the bodice part of Dejunâs dress, fingering under what you now know are soft elastic straps. Thereâs something sensory about tracing along every edge you can find, the contrast of supple skin and taut fabric titillating. Every so often, youâll accidentally catch the pad of a finger on the perk of Dejunâs nipple, and that always produces a fun sound for you to devour.
Eventually, your thoughts start spinning together that first image of Dejun you saw tonight. You become so fixated on how small his waist looked where mesh met strap that your hand maps the feel of it, sliding under the high-cut leg slit to cup at the slightness hidden underneath. A passing thought makes you wonder if youâre drooling even more at the feeling.
Once youâre riled up an appropriate amount, you decide what exactly it is you want to do with Dejun. You lower yourself down onto your forearm, giving that hand leeway to grip at the back of Dejunâs nape.
Something in that triggers Dejun to finally run his own fingers up from the band of your pants and across your exposed chest to the divots of your clavicles. You pull back to glean a proper look at your handiwork.
Dejunâs breathing is rhythmic and pronounced, his eyes partially lidded and glazed over. His mouth is what catches your sight the easiest, however, lips swollen in red. His teeth peek out from where his mouth remains ajar too, and they shimmer in the low light of your room.
You grab at the little hairs lining Dejunâs nape and whisper, âI think you deserve a reward for my gift, hm?â
The nod he gives in reply is minimal, daze too heavy behind his eyes for him to truly be receptive to what youâre saying. You'll have to take the helm tonight.
You shimmy yourself a little further down his body and drink in the sight before you once again. Itâs only right you worship whatâs in front of you, so you get to work on leaving kisses at the altar.
You start at his chest, playful with the patches of skin you have access to. Itâs here where you leave mostly licks, loving how your saliva catches the light. His nipples are another shrine for your lips to focus on, mouthing and teething in equal measure. He seems to like that as he helplessly grasps at the hair on the crown of your head and moans low.
Next comes the skirt of his dress, and what better prayer is there than to press kisses through the mesh? You figure out quickly that the weave is open enough to justify wetter kisses, his skin pebbling wherever the fabric darkens most. You make sure to spend extra time around his navel if only to see him start to squirm.
The waistband of his shorts tease you soon enough, though, and you thank heaven for leg slits. Youâre methodical in how you leave a string of hickeys along the top hem, always starting with tongue first in order to lave the area clean. Itâs followed by quick nips that smarten the nerves for whatâs to come. Sucking bruises is arguably the best part, in your humble opinion, solely because of the sounds they pluck from between Dejunâs lips.
In no time at all, Dejun is fully panting in desperation, and itâs your queue to move onward lest he falls too deep too fast.
You donât stop marking hickeys into his skin, though, trailing them down his thigh and away from his crotch. His leg leans into the opening the dress slit leaves for it, exposing more ground for you to cover. Itâs slow going that way, but you remain disciplined in your path downward. The hickeys stop blooming mid-thigh, but theyâre replaced with reverent kisses that tickle at the hairs homed there. The knobs of his knee and ankle make good pedestals for the sweetest of kisses you can manage.
After you deem Dejun sufficiently kissed, you finally pull away enough to look back up at him. Tears dot his lash line, threatening to fall along with your sanity. Itâs like a spark finds what has become a simmer inside of you and lights it anew, pushing you to take a step closer to your pardoning.
You lift the skirt of Dejunâs dress like a veil and climb underneath, the sheerness doing nothing to hide you away. Using that to your advantage, you stare at Dejun through the material as you slowly lower yourself towards the outline of his hardened cock. Letting out a warm breath is the only warning you give.
Your tongue peeks out of your mouth and smooths over the lace underneath you, the scratchiness feeling a lot like a kittenâs lick. It has the breath stuttering in Dejunâs chest, lungs shaken. Maybe you can afford to have a little more fun for yourself.
The next few minutes are spent in similar fashion. You alternate between licks that dampen the lace and open-mouthed kisses around the girth of Dejunâs dick. None of it seems to be very satisfying, but beads of precum leak from him anyway. You can taste its tang whenever your mouth passes over the tip of his dick.
âPlease,â you hear as a whisper from above you. Paying attention to Dejunâs face finds him hazy with lust, eyes the darkest youâve ever seen them. His hands are roaming the breadth of his own chest, fingers thumbing at his nipples whenever they pass close enough to do so. You canât possibly suppress your smirk.
You hum in recognition that youâve heard him but do nothing else to speed things along. That seems to break something in him.
âPlease, I need to cum. Havenât I been good?â
Itâs an intoxicating question to say the least. Of course Dejunâs been good. Everything about tonight has been utterly rapturous. You just canât help but want to hear more of him. His voice is heavenly, and he hasnât used it nearly enough yet.
You leave a particularly harsh suck to the underside of his cock head before pulling back completely, smiling as that delivers you a ringing yelp. Itâs a start.
âSo good, sweetie. But if you want to be even better for me, youâll let me hear that gorgeous voice of yours. I promise to give you what you want after,â you say with a rasp you didnât intend. Maybe you both have been a bit more quiet than is your norm in bed.
Dejun responds with the prettiest blush and a quick nod of his head. Youâre always needlessly charmed by how shyness isnât anywhere near Dejunâs wheelhouse when it comes to matters of the bedroom, except when it also includes his voice.
He just doesnât appreciate his music the way you do.
You continue right where you left off, making sure to suck around the girth of his cock more often than you were before. With it comes soft pants and desperate mewls that warm you from the inside out. If Dejun is playing up the porn noises, you canât tell. He genuinely sounds like heâs coming undone.
âPlease, oh my god, please suck my dick.â The end of his plea sounds more like a squeak than actual words, and that spurs you on more than anything else could.
You pull down those pretty, absolutely ruined, boxer shorts until Dejunâs cock is barely free. Thereâs not much room down here for them to go any further, so you make do. Planting your hands on his hips allows you to swallow him down as far as you can go.
âAh, ahh, oh my god, yes please,â he whines in thin wisps. It sounds flighty around your ears, and you close your eyes to catch the words better. Unfortunately for Dejun, you donât plan on moving just yet, wanting to figure out what sounds you can tease from him just like this.
He catches on quick that all youâre doing is cockwarming him, and that entices even better noises, born of frenzied arousal.
âFuck⊠please, move please.â You give him one deliberate swallow but remain still otherwise. You can feel Dejunâs legs kick against the mattress underneath you.
âOh my god, oh-,â his words catch on something, and youâre curious as to what that is. Opening your eyes reveals that heâs started to cry, small streams of tears that cut paths down his cheeks, the furrow of his eyebrows the tops of the mountains they stem from. Heâs so pretty that you reward him with an additional swallow.
âSh- ahh, oh my god, please. Please please let me cum. I canât- please.â
The movement of his hands draws you away from his face, folding into the sheets beneath him. Youâre dizzy with the thought that Dejun probably wants to fist your hair right now but knows better than to do so without permission.
Heâs such a good boy for you. Always is. You moan so low that itâs barely audible, but it does its job in ripping out a groan from Dejun too.
From there, you slowly start to bob your head along most of the length of his cock. Itâs nothing fancy, but it seems to be a relief for Dejun anyway as he freely gives you his angelic whimpers.
You pick up the pace soon after, employing the suction-on-the-downstroke and lick-on-the-upstroke move that Dejun loves so much.
âYes, aha, ahhh, oh my god. Sâgood.â These are the last words you hear from him as he fully devolves into panting and moaning in tandem.
It becomes easy to close your eyes and fall into the rhythm necessary to keep up your ministrations. Youâre determined to get Dejun to cum from this alone, too lazy to strategize using different moves for different outcomes, even if it means youâll have to suck him off for longer.
Surprisingly, itâs only a couple of minutes later, just after the rhythm becomes almost meditative in nature, that you feel Dejunâs dick starting to twitch inside the heat of your mouth. Your eyes jump open to confirm that Dejun is indeed cumming. His keen is high and loud as you dig your nails into his hips in hopes of keeping him steady, cum hitting the back of your mouth.
Instinctively, you swallow often, not even letting the taste settle on your tongue. Youâre quick on your feet though, and soon enough, swallowing becomes less about not choking and more about milking every last drop from Dejun. As the spurts of his cum lessen in frequency, you intersperse a few sucks around his head just to be thorough.
Before you realize it, a tremor settles into Dejunâs thighs as they pull up over your shoulders and around your ears. Itâs probably oversensitivity talking as Dejun continues whining prettily above you.
With one final swallow, you pull off Dejunâs dick at an excruciatingly slow pace. Since itâs fun to be a little mean sometimes, you also follow the pull with the trail of your tongue. His legs squeeze and you hear breathy gasps that appear more wrecked than sound.
Youâre hit with a quiet cough as soon as you pop off of Dejunâs dick, the need to clear your throat too great to hold in.
You kiss his stomach in forgiveness and wrestle yourself out of Dejunâs grip. Itâs not as easy a feat as it should be considering Dejun is all shaky and spent. His leg muscles are no joke, and heâs not really cooperating here either.
As you pull away completely, you bring the lace boxers with you; it canât be pleasant to wear something so wet post-orgasm. You bring them to your hamper and come back to bed with a washcloth for cleanup. Lucky for you, your swallowing skills means thereâs not much to wipe away.
Itâs no time at all before youâre back in Dejunâs embrace but with his arms tucked around you now. You straighten his dress out for him and pat down his mussed up hair and check him over as he curls into your chest.
Itâs an incredibly sweet moment.
Dejun only makes it more so when he uses his sweet voice to ask, âWas that good for you?â
You hum softly and do nothing to hide the smile behind your voice as you reply, âIt was the best, my lovely boy. Thank you for doing this for me.
âBought a garter belt too, but it hasnât come in yet.â Thereâs an underlying hint of disappointment there, but all you can really fixate on is the image that is Dejunâs beautiful thighs in a garter belt.
âNext time, hun.â You pause. Youâre probably making a lot of assumptions here, but Dejun did like dressing up like this, right? He had to have.
âDejun,â you hesitate for a few seconds before remembering that communication is important, even if itâs about something as superficial as lingerie. âThis was good for you too, right? You seemed to thrive under all the attention, but it wasnât too much?â
He hides his face in your neck and seems to find courage buried there as he says, âThat was amazing.â He takes a few seconds to collect his thoughts before continuing. âI didnât know if Iâd like it. But I did. A lot. You made me feel like I was precious.â
You play with the hairs at the base of his nape and hum simple notes, trying to process his words so as to avoid making an off-handed comment. âYou are precious to me. In every way. Not just when youâre dressed up in pretty lingerie or tailored stage outfits. I love seeing you explore this side of you, but I also love you in sweats, when you donât put on a face.â
He nuzzles closer and presses a gentle kiss to the skin of your throat. If you werenât so attuned to Dejun and his needs right now, you mightâve missed the tiny, âThank you,â he whispers there.
You donât address it further. Dejun can be somewhat skittish about the intimate stuff, and you donât want to force him any deeper into hiding. All you can do is hope that he understands that itâs ok to be vulnerable sometimes, that not every emotion has to be under lock and key.
You try and emulate that for him, in little ways, every day you spend together, like maybe heâll learn it through osmosis or something. At the very least, you trust that, in giving him these pieces of yourself, heâll care for you as much as you could ever want.
Itâs a pretty good deal, all in all. One thatâs made abundantly clear as you both doze your way into a peaceful evening catnap.
Summary:Â you donât know his name, you never see his face. heâs a perfect hook-up, absolutely no strings attached when you meet up for just sex. but how long can the anonymity truly last, and is it a cure-all for catching feelings?
The first time was a drunken mistake.
A careless night out at a club in LA. It was dark except when the lights flashed in quick bursts, and he was wearing a mask. Not like a normal face mask, but a Jason mask from the Friday the 13th movies. It was mid-October, and this club was doing Fright Nights with a costume contest every Saturday night this month, so the mask wasnât out of place.
At first when he approached you, you were creeped out, but you were tipsy and horny and sad, reeling from the end of two relationships, due to a cheating bastard and a betrayed friendship, so you were just looking for something, for anything to numb the pain. The club, the drinks, and this Jason-mask wearing guy were exactly what you needed.
You didnât care who he was or what he looked like, all you knew was how it felt when you pulled him into a messy stall in the womenâs restroom, hiked up the skirt of your already very short dress, and when he slid up behind you. You barely even spoke to each other, no more than was necessary, but what little he did speak came with an accent from somewhere you couldnât identify.
[inspired by this goregous selca chenle dropped after their festival performance; I had to honor this pretty boy]
content warnings: nsfw (minors dni), handjob, sea-faring metaphors in relation to sex
âYouâre staring,â Chenle says to you with his back turned. You know. You havenât stopped looking at him since he stepped foot into your hotel room, post-performance and looking like a dream.
âAm I?â You donât mean to tease. More than anything, you just want Chenleâs attention so that you can fully take in how stunning he is tonight.
Sure enough, he turns to you with a sour face that shows heâs unamused. Heâs clearly not unamused enough to hold the expression for long though, breaking into a grin when he hears your laugh answer him back.
âCanât help it when youâre so pretty, babe.â Those seem to be the magic words that finally call him to you like a sailor to a sirenâs song. He crawls into bed next to you, looking as equally cozy in his oversized tee and briefs as he does breathtaking in his stage makeup and pigtails.
You reach out as soon as heâs within reach, bringing your hand to where his bangs hang in his eyes and brushing them aside. Itâd feel wrong to touch him with anything heavier-handed than this gentle caress.
Your eyes trace over his features with better clarity now that heâs close, and you feel deep thirst with how much you want to take him in. Everything from the chainlinks looped into the braid at the top of his hair to the messiness of his fringe, from the slight chappedness of his lips to the smudge of shadow around his eyes that amplify the darkness they hold, it all entraps you, makes you question whether youâre the siren at all in this voyage.
Chenle seems to glow under all the attention.
Usually, youâd be more adverse to stroking his ego so obviously like this, but itâs hard to resist how magnetic he is in this moment where the world is quiet save the crashing waves of blood in your ears.
It wouldnât be in Chenle fashion to let it lay at rest, however. Once heâs satisfied with your fill, he says, âYou want to kiss me so bad,â with a smirk to accompany the rib.
âLucky for you, I want to do even more.â
You tangle your fingers in the strands of Chenleâs hair that curl away and use the leverage to pull his lips towards yours. It results in a softer kiss than you were expecting, exhaustion creeping up on the edges of Chenleâs periphery in a way that calms him.
You press kiss after kiss to the swell of his bottom lip, which only serves to loosen him further from the tension weighing on his shoulders. Itâs easy then to whisper a request in the gaps in between, a simple, âLet me take care of you,â that cuts the final fiber of the anchor pulling Chenle down.
He moans as he has a controlled fall against you, all limb and muscle to contend with now that heâs absolved of responsibility.
You giggle as you rearrange him to your liking. Thereâs a leg thrown over one of yours, a cheek resting on your chest that grants easy access for you to play with Chenleâs hair as he curls around your body like a comma.
Like this, Chenle is yours to care for.
You nuzzle your nose into the crown of his hair as you play with the strands at his nape. He smells like a lot of things - stale air, a little bit of sweat, and hairspray with a hint of sweetness - and you canât get enough. You kiss him here too, because Chenle deserves to know that heâs precious enough to warrant head kisses.
All the petting and cooing only makes Chenle melt against you further. Heâs lax in a way he only really gets after being on stage, when adrenaline leaves him marooned on a tide of tiredness.
You covet these moments the most as of late. Theyâre not frequent, which makes them all the more special. Youâll willingly sail towards him if it means basking in this warmth.
Itâs why itâs so easy for you to reach down with the arm not curled around Chenleâs back, why itâs so easy to palm at the chub in his underwear and close your eyes to the whimpers it elicits.
You build a steady rhythm from there, one thatâs not too fast, that allows you both to luxuriate in the feeling for a little while more. And you touch your lips to his hair too so that Chenle can feel your pleased sighs in the same way you can feel his whines against your chest.
This is probably the softest handjob youâve ever given Chenle, and it warms your heart to be able to take his cock out of the confines of cotton, to hold it gently in your grasp and press the tips of your fingers into its head.
It warms your heart to show your love with such intimacy.
Chenle doesnât last long once thereâs skin-on-skin contact. Heâs spilling over with the quietest gasp youâve probably ever heard from him, but in the silence of the room, it echoes as if carried by wind.
Youâre lured in by the sound, filled with enchantment. You would coo if you knew it wouldnât dissolve the magic of the moment.
Rather, you carry on with soft hair kisses and held breaths at Chenle regaining enough function to lick the cum off your fingers and tuck his dick away. You return to nuzzling his hair too, just to stretch these seconds out for as long as possible.
Chenle cuddles even closer then. You canât help but whisper a quiet praise, a sincere, âYou were amazing tonight, my pretty boy.â
He buries his face further into your chest and hums a barely-there, âI know.â
And just like that, sleep carries you both into a dreamless state as peaceful as the sex that preceded it.
Pairing: The Legion!Xiaojun x Yan!Survivor!Female Reader
AU: Dead by Daylight
Genre: smut, aspects of horror
Wordcount: 12.3K
Content: allusions to violence and death but nothing graphic (xiaojunâs a killer in this so), yandere content (including stalking, obsession, and possessiveness), fingering (female receiving), praise, petnames (sweetheart and baby), oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex, he fucks you against a generator, riding on the couch, little bit of nipple play, knife play, some mask kink, hair pulling (male receiving), no established power dynamics but thereâs some switching going on
The frosted kiss of snowflakes upon your face awakens you. You squint against the snowflakes that land on your skin, melting them with a rub of your fingertips before allowing your eyes to open. Youâre surrounded by grass so tall that you have to stand to see above it. The looming overcast and fog is so intense itâs impossible to tell if the pervasive haze signifies day or night, though the gloom of shadowed teal indicates that sunlight must be a distant memory. A scattered sprawl of boulders and broken trees lies before you, with snow coated evergreens dotted throughout. Open structures of wood, brick, and concrete are strewn about the grounds, as though the buildings that once were have been dismembered at the seams. A range of snowy mountains looms in the distance beyond the fence of brick towers looped together by steel that mark the boundaries of the territory.
A smile forms on your face as you take in your surroundings. Youâve awakened in this realm before. Mount Ormond Resort has become a favorite location of yours. You wonder how this area, which was once a beacon of relaxed escapism, became such a desolate waste. You donât know how this place became consumed by the ever present Entity, but you know exactly how to navigate this snow coated domain. The only question is if he appeared here as well.
Summary/Warnings: You can try to pretend that the monster you met on halloween night didnât actually exist, and you can definitely pretend that he didnât do what he did. You can pretend all you want but that doesnât change anything, and it also doesnât change the fact that you cant stop thinking about him every night. Monster!Mark
PART 1 HERE
It took you about three full weeks before you could return to the warehouse again. It wasnât that you werenât thinking about it, you thought about it every single day in fact. The building itself stood tall right in the center of town, looming over you and everyone else who was blissfully unaware of what lived in its walls, and you were forced to pass it every single day of your life.
So no, its not that you werenât thinking about it, or him more specifically, but the fear of facing the truth of what had happened that night, what you had done and let him do to you, made you avoid the building like the plague. Just the cringe you got from remembering the unconvincing lie you had to conjure to explain to your friend why you returned with wrinkled clothes stained with black liquid made you wish the building would just disappear.
Youâd drop your eyes whenever you had to pass by the building, a queasy and unsure bile stinging your throat, and every time your friend would bring up your little halloween adventure to impress someone irrelevant, youâd brush it off with a comment of, ânothing really interesting happened, just an old gross building.â
But your avoidance or denial did nothing to erase him from your mind. He plagued your dreams, lived freely in your thoughts and every minuscule space in your bones. The things your mind subjected you to in your unconscious state, for any other person, would be things of nightmares.
Everything was all sharp teeth, a thick dripping black liquid, and a grinning boy whose tongue was longer than your forearm danced in your fantasies like the building blocks for your own personal fucked up prince charming.
But regardless, the idea of seeing and experiencing him again, and maybe even stealing a few answers in the process, pulled you to the building like a magnet. The whistling air the ran through the rooms, the broken glass, and crumbling walls called to you like a siren, and after three weeks of denying it, you were getting dressed and sneaking out in the middle of the night to go find him.
It was colder than it was on halloween, the biting cold of a dark November night greeting you as you escaped the walls of your home. Every step you took as you walked to your fate was followed by a harsh bite pressed deeply against your bottom lip, and the moment you were faced with the same decrepit door way that you and your friend had snuck into that night, you knew that it was the point of no return.
Trekking through the rubble of the old building was different now that you were alone. Every room devoid of light felt darker, the creaking of wood louder, and it felt like every step you took was seen by millions of invisible eyes. The only thing that stopped you from letting out a yelp in surprise when a couple of large rats ran directly in front of you, was the fear that something other than the creature you were searching for would hear and find you before he could.
It took you about half an hour to find the room again, but your lack of company and the fact that you kept your arms wound tightly around yourself stopping you from reaching for your phone made it feel like an eternity. You silently scold yourself for not remembering better, or leaving some form of marker to remind you where to go, but as you finally stand in front of the glass filled room, the only feelings that truly remain in your chest is the dread of unknowing and a silent wish that your search had taken just a little longer.
The door to the room lets out a jarring scream that echoes down the halls and makes you flinch as you push it open. The heavy metal has become uneven with age and scraps along the floor loudly, and you find yourself conflicted in hoping that the sounds you cause tipped the creature off to your presence and praying that he didnât hear it at all.
You cringe as your breath and heartbeat are the only noises that drum against your ears after the door slams shuts behind you. And as you stand frozen in the hallow room, a small part of you is disappointed that heâd isnât standing there waiting like your knight in shining armor.
The glass still glitters just as beautifully as it had so many nights before, and you almost curse it for being the thing that got you into your position in the first place.
But as you stand scowling at the inanimate pieces, itâs at this moment you realize you have no idea how to get him to know youâre there, as well as realizing that youâre not sure if you want him to know as it would mean youâd have to face something that you hadnât even fully decided was real.
Your mind was still struggling to wrap itself around the events that had happened in the room that you stand in, and even with proof that the room at least exists, you can feel your mind trying to convince you that you had completely fabricated the creature. Something about the air that whips around you makes you feel like your losing your sense of reality, and with a last push of courage you decide thereâs only one way to learn whether or not your mind is turning against you.
With a timid tone and a slight crack to your voice, you whisper out a quiet âhelloâ as you finally move further into the room, your shaky voice bouncing off the cement walls almost as if to mock you.
When youâre met with nothing but deafening silence, you try once again only slightly louder.
You finally untangle yourself from your own arms, the heat you had accumulated almost immediately spilling from the sleeves of your sweater as you move to pull your phone from the band of your skirt and bush the button that will illuminate the room with its flashlight.
You let out a few more calls, the tension slipping from your shoulders each time before you find yourself pushing around the glass with your shoe as if you were kicking rocks. You almost cover the entire surface area of the desolate room and start to even slip into boredom before you have to face the fact that you are most definitely avoiding any space within three feet of the pitch black doorway of the closet that the creature had emerged from the first time you saw him.
With a deep breath that rattles your chest, you move closer to what feels like the visual representation of your personal demise. Glass loudly crunches under your shoes as you get closer and closer to the doorway and it feels like your heart has made residence in your throat.
You feel like your getting closer to a forbidden world as you now stand less than a foot away from the space whoâs only hint of life had been the boy you had seen weeks ago, your flashlight close enough now to illuminate it a bit, but the only thing the article light exposes is a blank wall that mocks you.
The voice that resides in the back of your mind screams at you to turn around and leave, but your body moves with a mind of its own as you take your first step into the closet.
Without thinking, you lean forward, your hand pressing gently against the cinder wall that acts as the back of the small closet. Youâve convinced yourself that maybe itâs a false wall, that it will collapse and reveal the boy thatâs lived in your dreams for so many nights. You feel slightly silly letting your mind wander to something thatâs only been done in mystery novels, but considering youâre looking for a boy with a shark teeth and a demonâs tongue nothing seems imposible now.
With a harder shove and a deep huff from your chest, you start to cave into yourself for being foolish enough to let yourself believe in a secret passageway. Youâre ready to tuck your tail between your legs and run out of the building in shame, when you feel something softly brush your shoulder.
Just the same as last time you jump, your phone slipping from your fingers and falling to the floor. A muffled crackling noise telling you that the crack that ran from one corner to the dead center of your screen had just been made bigger and even possibly had gained a few acquaintances. The sound of the loud yelp that leaves you being the only sound to join it other than the quiet gasp that comes from beside you.
Heâs close enough that you can make out his features regardless of the dark, his mouth hanging in a soft o shape and his eyebrows lifted towards his hairline in shock from your reaction. You both stand there for a moment, a heavy silence between you showing that he was just as shaken by your presence as you were with his. And as realization and reality begin to bleed back into both of your brains, you feel your muscles relax as you lean back against the wall and the black liquid starts to drip out of his mouth again in excitement.
His eyes dance with happiness at seeing you again, the sight endearing enough that youâre weirdly unaffected by the liquid that begins to splash on the floor between his feet. With the images that had filled your mind for the past weeks, you find yourself pleasantly surprised by how cute he is, also slightly disappointed in yourself for letting yourself forget.
âHi,â you speak first, your voice airy with relief. Heâs not even half as scary as you had convinced yourself, and you could feel your heart start to beat rapidly at the sight of his excited grin, sharp teeth and all.
âI didnât think youâd come back!â he speaks louder than you expected, his giddiness making you smile but his words slightly breaking your heart.
You only get a moment to sulk over the idea of him thinking heâd never see you again, before heâs all but jumping on you and latching his dripping mouth to your neck.
You freeze for a moment, the shock of his eagerness and the tingle that runs up your spine at the scrape of his teeth making you mind skip a beat. You almost allow him to continue on, greedily accepting the feeling of his warm tongue lapping at your skin, but your consciousness returns to you quickly enough that you can will yourself to lift your arms and gently push him away.
Thereâs a wet pop as he reluctantly pulls away, his mouth leaving a trail of liquid behind to drip down your skin. Youâre ashamed of yourself for the way your heart clenches at his look of confusion and disappointment, but you tell yourself you canât let anything happen again without talking to him and getting answers.
âYou donât have to do that,â you whisper gently, your hands sliding up to hold the sides of his face.
Youâre both slightly panting already, your breath puffing from the feeling of his mouth, but his seems to come from his confusion and worry.
âSorry,â he quickly apologizes, his eyes widening as his words spill out, âyou seemed to enjoy it last time so I thought⊠you did like it last time didnât you?â
You smile softly at his concern, âI did,â your head bobbing slightly to reassure him, âI did a lot. I just- we can talk first. Like whatâs your name?ââ
His eyebrows thread together, his head tilting to the side reminding you of a confused puppy, âname?â
Just the one word asked with a questioning tone threw you off, and it takes you a moment to collect your thoughts enough to understand youâll have to explain what a name is.
âYou knowâŠâ your hands move away from his face as they flail slightly as you think, his own hands compensating for the lack of physical contact by landing on the bend of your back, âlike is there something specific that people call only you. Yâknow to get your attention and stuff.â
âOh!â he says, excited to understand slightly better, âwellâŠ. my friends call me Mark!â
âMarkâŠâ you test out the weirdly normal name on your tongue, a small spike of shame running through you at the fact that you assumed it would be anything different, âcoolâŠâ
You offer your own name, the way his eyes light up at the syllables making your chest swell. Thereâs a beat of silence after he takes his turn in repeating your name, and you can feel yourself melting into the moment.
âI wanted to talk to you more,â he speaks up again, his fingers flexing against your back as his tongue dips out to wet his lips, âbut I had to run off, and you took longer to come back then I thought so likeâŠ. but we can talk now!â
Your chest feels hallow when he mentions the time it took you to return, and you start to stutter to defend yourself, âwell I.. what happened I had⊠I had never had someone do what you did so quickly after meeting so like, Iâll admit I was a little freaked out by the whole thing.â
âI didnât mean to freak you out,â he steps closer, his body heat crowding you and blocking you from the cold air, âyou just smelled and tasted so good⊠I wished you had said something.â
âNo no no,â you rush to correct him, the idea of him thinking any different from how you actually felt stressing you out, âmaybe freaked out was the wrong word. Um, it did throw me off a little, but I liked it. I feel like you could probably tell how much I liked it.â
âYeah..â you both huff out a breath of air after the word lingers around you, âtowards the end though you⊠what was that?â
âThe end? I mean um, I came if thatâs what youâre asking.â
âCame?â
âOh you know, an orgasm?â
âOrgasm?â
You huff, your mind reeling at the idea of having to explain another word that came so naturally to you. You shake your head softly in disbelief, before taking a deep breath.
âYeah, you know,â you start trying to string the right words together to describe such a thing, âyou know when you did what you did. And you know what happened at the end. It felt good the whole time, but at the end it felt really really good. Iâm sorry Iâve never explained this before.â
He laughs at your exasperated expression, before leaning his forehead against yours, âthat sounds weird,â his bluntness makes you choke a bit on your breath before he continues, âcan I do that?â
âDo itâŠ?â you feel like your brain is working a million miles a minute as you stand with him in the pitch black, âI mean yeah, probably.â
âProbably?â his laugh almost taunts you, and you start to believe that he may be messing with you slightly, âdo you think we could try?â
âYou mean you want me to,â you gesture to his crotch, your eyes darting between his eyes and the space between his thighs, âlike we have sex.â
âOkay,â he reasons, his head shaking as he pulls you even closer, âIâm clearly not getting this, but if sex will make an orgasm happen then yeah, I want to have sex.â
âRight,â you say, your face warming in embarrassment as you start to remember that whatever the boy thatâs in front of you is, the last thing he is is a child. He knew enough to do what he did to you the first time, thereâs no real reason for you to be beating around the bush like you are, âcool.â
âCool.â
Any anxiety that still lingers in your chest, you swallow down, your hands lifting to return to the sides of his face in the process. With a soft sigh, you tilt your chin up, your forehead brushing against his as you move to press your mouth against his.
If it wasnât for the first time you met him, you probably would have never dared to put your mouth against the mouth of a boy who drools a thick black slime. But with his slightly chapped lips brushing eagerly against yours, and the fact that the liquid slips into your mouth warm and smooth pushes any questions you may have out of your mind.
His lips are sloppy, his lips covering yours as he tries to follow your movements. He seems to be very aware of how sharp his teeth are, as they scrape gently across your bottom lip just enough that they won't break the skin. Your eyes slide shut and a soft moan rolls from your chest as he presses you flush against the wall.
Itâs not hard to dip your tongue experimentally into his mouth as if hangs open in awe of the situation. You greedily lick across the roof of his mouth, reveling in the way it makes him shiver against you, and it's only a moment before you realise how much you're enjoying the taste of the liquid that spills from his mouth into yours.
Itâs a soft sweetness, a dull taste that only hits you when youâve had enough of it spill onto your tongue that it's dripping from the corners of your lips. The after taste of cotton candy after a long day at the fair, the smell of fresh strawberries so strong that you can taste it like a memory on the back of your tongue, licking your thumb to get rid of a smudge on your friendâs cheek only to taste the remains of the piece of candy she gave you hours ago. And as he pushes himself in the space between your legs in the cramped space, you can feel yourself fall into an addiction with the way he tastes.
He follows in your steps, his own tongue hesitantly dipping itself into your mouth along with the sticky substance, and when you feel the sharp tapered end of his tongue lick at the back of your teeth, you waste no time in sucking harshly on the muscle and pulling it deeper in your mouth.
The way the liquid coats your tongue makes you feel like you're swimming in syrup. Your body relaxed and lax to the extent that even when you feel his long tongue prod at the back of yours, your gag reflex is non existent, and you start to question if it just tastes good, or if it's truly making you lose yourself against his lips.
When he moves slowly away from your mouth to travel across your cheek, is when you finally get a moment to think. His tongue drags out of your mouth at a snailâs pace, the tip curling and tugging at the corner of your lips making you let out the first sound thatâs not muffled by the space of his mouth, and you feel him grin against your jaw.
âMark,â you try his name out once again as your hands move against him. One hand curls around the back of his head to thread your fingers through his wild hair, as you use your other to push the moment along.
You drag your nails slowly down his arm, your lip tucking between your teeth with a grin when he shudders again. When your hand finally reaches behind you, you wrap your fingers around his wrist. It doesnât take much strength to tug his hand away from you back, and even less effort is needed when you guide his twitching fingers to slip under your sweater to press against your chest through the thin bra you wear underneath.
After flexing your own hand over his a few times, he picks up immediately. His own fingers kneading softly at the flesh, as your hand falls to leave him to his own devices and reach underneath your skirt.
It only takes a few tugs at the fabric of your underwear for them to pool around your ankles, and with a few steps and a small kick, the fabric is forgotten on the dirty floor a few feet away.
His tongue is back to showing its full potential, the thick muscle curling around your neck as he mouths at the skin below your jaw, and your traveling hand now dips into the band of his pants to tug him closer to you, your hips softly canting against his.
âMark, please,â you quietly plead. He hums curiously as his body curls tighter against yours and youâre reminded that itâs better to be blunt with the boy against you, âcan I take this off?â
âYes,â he mutters against your neck, treating the sensitive skin protecting your jugular as if itâs his source of life and refusing to move away, âplease.â
You tilt your head the best to your ability with the way his tucked against you, your own teeth desperately biting like a rabid animal to get as many bites at his soft skin as you can, your hand moving to push the fabric of his bottoms down his hips until you can feel his length release from the restraints.
You waste no time to wrap your hand around the base of him, and as you move your palm and fingers to drag up the length of him, you canât help the quiet gasp you let out.
Heâs bigger than youâd imagine heâd be with how slight his frame is, and even as you remind yourself that your sense of touch is probably tricking you a bit into thinking it's larger than reality, you know itâs not tricking you with the fact that something is slightly different.
Itâs not abnormal in any sense, which isnât surprising since, aside from the tongue and teeth, Mark just looks like a normal human guy, but some nagging in your mind tells you thereâs something thatâs unique.
You chance a glance down, rolling your eyes at yourself for letting your curiosity override your full knowledge that itâs probably too dark to see anything, but to youâre very pleasant surprise, you see that regardless of the busted screen, the flashlight of your phone still shines brightly enough to light up the space around your feet.
Thereâs still shadows dancing across you as you slowly begin to stroke him as heâs pressed against your hip, but you take what you can get in the moment.
Your hand had tricked you a bit, he wasnât as large as your fingers had told you, but heâs still larger than expected. Though, your eyebrow raises slightly at the rest of the visual information you see. The swollen tip leaks a similar black as his lips, and you silently wish you were more shocked by the fact. And truthfully the small dusting of a royal blue color that covers the tip of him doesnât fully surprise you either, but you admit the two bulbs that you can only describe as knot-like that rest above his base does give you a weird combination of confusions and excitement in your chest.
You shake your head, silently deciding you had come too far to act surprised now, so instead you brush your thumb against the liquid that now spills from his tip, and start to guide him closer by wrapping one leg around his hip.
His hand thatâs not busied by groping at your chest jumps immediately to wrap around your lifted knee, his body pressing tighter against yours and a groan rattling against your neck in response.
You hesitate before you go any further, everything feeling suddenly too fast, and in an attempt to drag it out just a little longer, you let go of him. Regardless of the way it makes you feel, you ignore the quiet sound of disappointment he lets out against your skin, and instead run your hand up your body and across both yours and his neck to collect as much of the liquid on your fingers as possible.
Itâs only when you feel like youâve dipped your hand in thinned honey, do you return to the space between you where both of your bodies are begging for attention. You coat his skin in his own mess, the quiet noises he makes filling your ear again.
You pull him closer with your leg, finally allowing yourself some relief as you begin to drag his head against your dampened skin, the warm tip bumping against your clit in a way that makes your hips twitch.
The liquid worked as well as you had hoped as you slowly guide him to press into you, his slicked skin making the intrusion perfect and smooth. It doesnât take any time at all before heâs seated fully inside you, and the way he stretches you out makes your head tilt back until it knocks against the cinder of the wall and your fingers harshly tug at the strands of hair caught between them.
You hold him against you for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being completely full and the small hums in content he lets out along your own. You feel your body flutter around him as you try to adjust to the foreign feeling of him, the widened bulbs around his base stretching your farther than you had ever imagined. His body reacts to you clenching with stuttering hips that aid in the air being knocked from your lungs and his monstrous tongue flexes around your throat tighter, slowing the blood flow to your head and making you feel like youâre floating in the dark space.
âYou feel so good,â he speaks truthfully, his voice muffled and strained as he speaks around his extended tongue, his sharp teeth scraping against your skin as he slurs.
âOkay,â you find your voice finally as you start to calm down. One hand falls from his hair, trailing slowly down his body making him shiver against you, and finally gripping at his hip, âyou can move.â
With your words, you push him slightly away from you. Your body clenches in protest at losing even the few inches of him that slips from him, the space that he slips from already becoming greedy for the heavy weight of him inside you.
He must agree with your hungry body, as even though he stays pressed against you everywhere else, he lets out a small whine at the feeling of you pushing him away.
The sounds of protest quickly die when you slip your hand under his shirt to press into the small of his back. Your nails dig slightly into his soft skin as you pull him to fuck into you again, every inch of him dragging against the nerves inside you perfectly making your teeth clench. He in return lets out a pleased purr that makes a goofy grin stretch across your lips.
âJust like that,â you whisper against the shell of his ear, before you let your own tongue slip out to lick at the sensitive skin. His hips stutter again as he chokes slightly, but thankfully the action doesnât affect him enough to distract him from being a quick learner.
He pulls out about the same amount you had shown him, the widest parts of him tugging at your opening slightly from how snugly youâre wrapped around him, something about him moving on his own this time making your eyes flutter and roll.
Though he retreated gently, his excitement seems to take over his senses, as when he thrusts back into you, it's rough. Any air you had collected since he first filled you escapes again, a surprised yelp joining it.
Once he gets a taste of controlling the motions, it's as if something snaps inside of him. As if heâs become slightly wild, he starts to move faster and faster with each thrust. His hips are sloppy and erratic, his drool almost doubling in volume as its pools and drips around your neck, and for a moment you silently ask yourself what youâve gotten yourself into.
Your hand remains on his back, your nails now digging harshly into the skin of his back in a desperate attempt to have something solid to cling on to. Your head knocks into the wall behind you with his thrusts, but the feeling of him drilling into you as your combined fluids drip around him turns your brain to mush and any pain is drowned out by the pleasure that bites at your stomach.
Broken syllables and slurs of his name and pleads slip through your teeth as you start to lose yourself to his rapid movements, and you're only vaguely aware of the way your own hips start to rock against him.
The way his body twists and presses against you makes it almost impossible to hold on to him, this and the small voice inside your head that tells you that this probably wonât be lasting as long as you may hope makes your hand move up and away. Instead of holding onto his back, you desperately grope to find the hand that still presses against your chest.
Slipping your fingers under your shirt along with his, you tug his stubborn hand away from your chest. His fingers are stiff with confusion as you pull his hand down your body until itâs tucked between your legs, but when you press the tips of them against your dampened skin he relaxes.
âHere,â you whisper again, your voice almost too timid to raise in the crowded space. Your fingers begin to move in slow circles guiding his to do the same as they press softly against your neglected clit, âtouch me here please.â
After the words leave you, you remove your hand to rejoin the other thatâs still tucked into his messy hair. Mark shows to be a quick and eager learner, as his digits swipe against your buzzing nerves perfectly, the feeling pushing you closer and closer to your finish.
You fist his soft hair between your fingers, making both of your feet shuffle around the floor as his hips pulse quicker from the pain. You guide him again, his tongue dragging against the center of your throat and making you groan as you lead his mouth back to yours.
âSomethings happening,â he mutters before your mouth pushes against his, your lips greedily sucking at his warm tongue as you finally admit youâve become obsessed with the taste of him, âfeels so good.â
âDonât stop,â both of your words are muffled and slurred as you refuse to move too far from the others tongues. You know heâs close, and the way he focuses on rolling smooth circles against you, you know you are too, âwant you so bad Mark.â
The sound of his name sputtering out of your messy lips is his trigger, the sound of it hitting him in the chest and his lower belly, and soon heâs feeling washes of pleasure all over his form.
Regardless of the noises that slip from him and the way his hips become even sloppier than what they were before, his determined fingers never let up. This and the feeling of him coming deep inside you, a feeling that feels almost unending as he fills you with an inhuman amount of his come, has you reeling.
As if it was even possible, you cling to him even more. A tight knot snapping in your belly as you clench and shiver around him. Every moan and whine you let out matching his perfectly as they swirl together in the minuscule space between your mouths.
He doesnât stop moving as he carries you through your finish, wet noises surrounding you as the evidence of his orgasm starts to push and drip out of your from the speed of his thrusts. The muscles in your back begin to go lax as you let him get in his last pushes as you anticipate him stopping soon, but after a moment you realize heâs not slowing down or even going soft inside you.
âMark?â your head tilts as you break the sloppy kiss you share, but any other words that could follow up die on your tongue as his fingers continue to move and make sparks of almost painful pleasure shock your body
âFeels so good,â he repeats, his head falling until his forehead rests on your shoulder, and with a strained and shaky moan you realize he has no intention of stopping, âwanna make you feel good.â
âYou did Mark, you-â your words are cut off again by an overwhelmed moan leaving you at the feeling of him nudging against a spot inside you that makes your vision blur and your jaw drop.
âI could do this forever,â he promises, and for your sanity, you pray heâs exaggerating.
It feels as if your own body betrays you when you feel even more of your own arousal gush around him, or maybe you are losing your sanity and itâs only more of his come being forcibly pushed from your body by his hips. Either way, you feel a terrible promise of another overwhelming orgasm creeping down your spine.
His hand abandones itâs hold on your leg, as he wraps it around your waist again. His arm holds a surprising amount of strength as it squeezes relentlessly around you, and as he pulls you against him enough that your lower body is pulled away from the wall, the way he pushes into can only be described as animalistic.
Any hope of keeping quiet flies out the broken windows as the way he pulls you apart with his fingers and thrusts has inhuman sounds ripping their way out of your throat. Your nails claw harshly into his scalp, and your entire body thrashes in his hold, and for a moment you start to think heâs turning you into a monster just like himself.
The second orgasm is almost painful in the way it makes you fall apart. Your eyes ache from how far they roll back into your skull, and your back arches at the exact spot his arm is wrapped around you. You fear that the muscles in your abdomen may cramp from how rapidly they flex, and the arches of your feet join in from the way your toes curl.
Mark revels in the way you let go, heâs enthralled by the way you feel and look against him as you lose every ounce of your shame and guard. Heâs sure however youâre feeling is different than the way he feels with his finish, and he loves nothing more than the idea that itâs him making such a beautiful creature fall apart by just fucking in to you.
The now familiar tightened feeling returns to his gut as he watches you. His hips pick up again as he chases the finish. Heâs unsure what leaves his body when the pleasure overcomes him, but heâs for certain that he loves the feeling of it filling you completely to the brim and he wants nothing more than to witness it again.
He doesnât mean to bite you as hard as he does when he starts to orgasm again. Itâs as if his mind blanks completely and his mouth is moving towards your shoulder before he can stop it. He feels his dagger like teeth sinking into the soft skin of your shoulder, and for a moment he panics. But the way it feels to empty himself in you, and the pleasured scream that you let out from somewhere deep in your belly makes him clamp down harder.
You breath out the remaining air left in your lungs in relief when you feel his hips stuttering to a stop, his own breath panting hot and damp against your shoulder as he slowly pulls his teeth from the shallow wounds heâs made in your flesh.
You cling to him, your hands slipping out of his hair to let your arms wrap around his shoulders in a hug, and his tongue makes a final appearance to lave over your shoulder to collect the beads of blood that form.
He pulls out of you, the empty feeling hitting harder than you had thought it would and making one last shiver wrack your body. It almost feels like youâve had a pile of bricks lifted off you as you become aware of the weakness of your limbs, but Mark seems more than willing to support your weight as you lean against him, both of your breathing calming to a normal pace as his come starts to slowly trickle down the insides of your thighs.
âNo words could have described that feeling,â he speaks, breaking the small lull of silence that had fallen over you, and you canât help the endeared laugh you let out in response.
âYeah it's pretty cool,â you retort awkwardly, not completely sure of how to respond.
You reluctantly let go of his shoulders, your hands falling to your sides as you lean back into the wall. The weird energy that surrounded you when you first saw him returns, and youâre unsure how to interact with him again, but regardless he either doesnât seem to mind or doesnât notice at all.
He makes no effort to hide his distaste for the sudden distance, and after he moves his hands away to tuck himself back into his pants, they move in search for some kind of contact again. He reaches down to take a hold of your hands and pulls them up until they sit wrapped in his, on his shoulders.
âI think youâre cool,â he puts bluntly, and his sparkling eyes as he speaks makes your heart thud against your chest, âwhat just happened was really cool, so please donât take so long coming back next time because I want to talk to you more and do more of that okay?â
His rushed words make you breath out a laugh as your head bobs in agreement, âI promise, Iâll come back sooner.â
âAnd you can come in the daylight if youâre not busy,â he assures, his head nodding in determination, âI know this place can be freaky at night and I donât want to think youâre uncomfortable when youâre with me.â
Itâs so easy to slip into the idea that youâre just talking to some simple sweet boy when his wide eyes dance across your face, but the tapered end of his tongue slipping out to lick at his lips is all you need to remind you that he isnât at all.
âIâll try, but even at night, Iâm not uncomfortable with you Mark,â you speak truthfully, the fact even surprising you a bit, âbut⊠can I ask you something?ââ
âAnything. Anything at all,â he nods quickly, and you silently question why you were ever apprehensive of the boy who stands in front of you, no matter what he is.
âYou⊠youâre not like me,â you say making his eyebrows knit together in thought. You almost want to kick yourself at his reaction, because obviously heâs not like you. You quickly stutter to explain yourself, âI mean like not human right? So if itâs not too much⊠what are you?â
You shrink slightly in apprehension as his face falls blank in thought. The gears in his head turn as he turns your question over in his mind, before a soft, shy smile pulls a little too wide across his face.
âIâm me,â he shrugs, âI mean I know Iâm different from you. Youâre the first person iâve been this close to, but iâve seen people before. Like thereâs these men that come every once in a while to look at the building and write stuff on papers and some kids that run through, so I know enough to know that we arenât the same. But my friends always kind of blow me off when I ask about it. They say that what humans are to us is what a dog is to a wolf, but I donât really know what theyâre trying to get at if Iâm being honest.â
The analogy he offers rolls through your mind, but for your own sanity, you put the implications of it to the side and decide maybe itâs better if you donât know.
âHmm, yeah I donât really understand what that means either but,â you sigh deeply, your hands flexing to squeeze at his fingers, âI guess it doesnât matter too much. I was just curious, as long as youâre here thatâs all that matters.â
Even in the dark, you see a warm blush flood his face at your words, and a boyish giggle slips from his lips. He shakes his head again before letting your joined hands fall to the side.
âAs long as youâre here too,â thereâs a heavy silence that falls between you, but unlike earlier it's softer, not awkward and cold.
âItâs late though,â he says with an air of disappointment around him, âI might not be human, but Iâm also not nocturnal so I do have to go unfortunately.â
âOh,â you speak softly, your own disappointment joining the air around you, âI know I should have come earlier, Iâm sorry.â
âNo no no, donât be,â he leans his forehead against yours as he reassures you, the action being more intimate than you had anticipated and makes a cheesy smile tug on your lips, âjust come earlier next time. We can talk and do what we just did as long as we want.â
âOr as long as I can handle it,â you huff, making him grin, âthatâs another very inhuman thing about you Mark, Iâve never met someone with stamina like that in my life.â
âIs that a good thingâŠ?â he asks with a ting of concern in his tone.
âOh yeah definitely,â you nod, your lip tucking between your teeth momentarily before you continue, âdefinitely a good thing. It was a little overwhelming, but it felt amazing.â
âThatâs so cool,â the word comes out one last time as his eyes sparkle in pride, âI canât wait to see you again.â
âMe too,â you speak one last time before he moves away.
As he retreats to the pitch black that is the hall of the false closet in front of you, you become very aware of the fact that youâre alone again. The cold air takes its claim back on your skin, and the sticky liquid that dries against your thighs makes you shiver.
A sudden need to be out of the building rushes over you. Regardless of how sweet Mark turned out to be, the building itself feels hollow and mean when heâs not distracting you from it.
You're relieved when you see your phone still holds enough charge that the light still shines, at least making it easier to find. You bend quickly to grab it, a slight shiver running up your spine when you catch the state your lower half is in, the black liquid from his mouth mixing with the evidence of his orgasms that still drips from you that is the exact same black void color. Your fingers scrape against the floor as you grab for your phone and you silently hope you can find a way to clean up before you get home.
A gasp flies from you when you turn your phone over in your hand. The cracking noise proved true in that the screen is more destroyed than when you arrived, but as a cherry on top of the most confusing sundae, you find that on the way to the floor, somehow your phoneâs camera had turned on. And from the blinking time stamp on the top of the screen, you see that it had recorded your entire encounter with Mark.
You quickly stop the filming, your thumb pressing harder against the screen than normal and it feels like your heart is lodged in your throat. You canât even fathom the idea of having video evidence of what you had done together, and what Mark was capable of, but thereâs a small devious voice in the back of your mind that taunts you. With a smug arrogance it whispers, âat least you canât convince yourself nothing happened this time.â
Summary/Warnings: Smut. Exploring an abandoned building with your friend on halloween sounds like a terrible idea, but what happens isnât terrible, only incredibly weird. Monster!Mark. (also I feel like this may be the weirdest thing iâve written so take that as you will)
Part 2 Here
This is the final installment of my halloween fic week. Info about blurb night here
synopsis || you love your new home but with it came some very strange dreams and a face you canât forget. every night he touches you. and every morning you wake up wet and horny. you donât know why you keep having these dreams but one night youâre home alone and he appears again. only this time, youâre not dreaming.
content || mature, minors do not interact. female reader paranormal. explicit smut â fingering, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (with a ghost).
word count || 3.6k
authorâs note || for @underworldnetâs halloween event â day three : haunted.
incubus!yuta would definitely overstimulate you with his dick. being fucked by him is already intense, already has your mind whirling as that familiar pool of pleasure overflows faster than you thought possible. as soon as you start cumming he doesnât let up. not even close. he just picks up the pace, grabbing you by the hips and holding you in place while you writhe under him. you vaguely feel his claws digging into your hips and the strong, incessant press of his fingertips, but those sensations are at the edge of your perception as you cum harder than you ever had. youâve never felt pleasure this intense with any mortal, and he knows that. he groans in satisfaction as he feeds on the energy of your orgasm and the feeling of your tightening around his length in fluttering pulses, determined to keep feasting on your ecstasy. all you can do is breathlessly cry out for him as you ride the wave of the most intense orgasm youâve ever felt. your every nerve is alight with pleasure that radiates from your core, rushing over you more intensely than a riptide, welling in time with his thrusts. the bed shakes with an audible, rhythmic creak as he rams into you faster and harder, bucking his hips with more and more power by the moment. the moonlight frames his gorgeously touched-out face, illuminates his diamond navel piercing that glints with each thrust, and accentuates the pure satisfaction in his gleaming topaz eyes. Â
and right as youâre coming down, you reach out to him with a shaky hand, placing it on his chest as you try to urge him to slow down. the pleasure is just on the cusp of being too much, and your breathing gets more shallow as your heart keeps racing, trying to keep up with the rapid rush of bliss. instead of slowing down he grabs your wrist and presses it down onto the bed by your head, growling pointedly, âiâm not done with you yet, so shut up and take it.â
and just to intensify the experience, he leans down and nips along your neck and collarbones, sharp fangs leaving sharp pinpricks of pain that quickly meld with the overwhelming pleasure. he grabs your chin with his other hand, fingertips pressed against your jaw to keep your mouth open, just so he slide his long tongue into your mouth and seal his lips against yours in a series of heated kisses. he devours your sobs hungrily, only pulling back to kiss away the stray tears that stream down your face. every time he wants you to cum again he just reaches down and rubs your clit with deft fingertips and skillful touches, and youâre shuddering under him all over again. he keeps going like this for as long as you can, greedily feeding on your pleasure.
** involves foursome, kinda dubious consent (bc sex pollen), numerous orgasms, lots of the usage of noona, all kinds of endless fun
As the dorm auntie (âBut donât call me that. Iâm hardly older than you, so call me the dorm noona, if you must,â youâd told them), sometimes you just wanted the place to look really nice. Clean and fresh, and not like a group of boys lived in it.Â
For the most part, the WayV boys did keep their dorms fairly clean, but there were times that you walked in and just wanted to turn around and walk back out. They would just reek of masculine energy, not a literal smell just a vibe.Â
Which is why today, you decided, you were going to do something to freshen the place up.Â
Youâd recently visited a botanical garden, and while there were a couple signs throughout the place that did mention not taking any cuttings of plants, you hadnât seen anyone watching when there was a particularly pretty plant tucked in a back corner of the garden.Â
It was a gorgeous plant with leaves that shimmered a deep green, vibrant flowers in a rich shade of purple. It smelled amazing. And you just knew that it would change any space it was in into something wonderful. So youâd looked around, searching for a security camera or anyone else that might see, and youâd stolen a clipping of the plant.Â
Summary: Jisung's adoration towards you finally makes sense once he presents.
Pairing: Werewolf! Jisung x Witch! Female reader
Warnings: smut, reader is slightly older, switch Jisung trying to handle his own instinct.
âI told you to bring booze!â was the greeting you received as soon as Jaehyun opened the door.
âDo you think Iâm dumb?â you scoffed, pushing a bag of snacks to his chest and taking your shoes off before walking in. âAlcohol is more expensive than snacks. You buy booze.â
 Being friends with Jaehyun could be bothersome: wake up calls so he didnât miss lectures, not being able to get a date because everyone would think he was your boyfriend and he always expected you to show up with food or alcohol. But there were also benefits: he would always share his food with you, walk you home if it was getting dark and you got to hang out with him and his brothers for movie nights.
âCanât you just do that thing you do and make booze appear?â Jaehyun groaned, following you to the living room. You turned towards him and lifted an eyebrow. âPlease?â he asked, giving you his best pout which made you laugh out loud.
âFine,â you sighed, sitting on the floor. âBring me as many empty bottles as you can find.â
Jaehyun wasted no time and went to do as he had been told the exact same second Jisung made his entrance. He gave you a shy smile and sat down near you.
âHi, Jisung!â you smiled back brightly. âReady for a horror movie?â
His smile widened and he opened his mouth to reply, when Jaehyun came back into the room, carrying a bunch of bottles of different sizes and complaining about how a witch of your category should be able to materialize bottles as well.
âMaterializing solids is harder than materializing liquids,â you deadpanned what you thought should be obvious.Â
âYouâre gonna do magic, noona?â Jisung leaned forward and looked at the bottles with curious eyes.
âWhy are you here, Jisung?â Jaehyun asked finally acknowledging the youngerâs presence. âThe movie wonât start yet so you can take a nap or something.â
âI-uh⊠just wanted to say hi,â Jisung mumbled nervously.
âYou always come out of your room as soon as Y/N arrives,â Jaehyun pointed out and chuckled teasingly. âItâs like you can smell her or something.âÂ
 At this Jisung blushed furiously and his eyes widened as he looked at Jaehyun and then at you, his mouth opening and closing a couple of times but not being able to formulate any words.
âLeave him alone,â you gave Jaehyun a stern look and grabbed Jisungâs hand, ignoring the surprised gasp that left his mouth and pulling him to sit closer to you. âHe knows I get in a good mood when I see him, right?â
 Jisung didnât reply, too stunned looking at the way your small hand barely managed to circle his.
 Jaehyun snorted.
âSure, heâll keep you company while I go take a shower then,â he yawned and his figure disappeared into the corridor.Â
âOkay, wanna see some magic, Ji-â you turned to look at him and found him placing your palm against his, marveled at the visible size difference. You had never paid proper attention to his hands before; his fingers were long and beautiful and they were lacing with yours now as he let out a soft whisper that sounded like 'so smallâŠ'
âJisungâŠâ you called after you remembered how to breathe. âI need both hands to do magic.âÂ
âOh-â He seemed to finally escape whatever trance he was trapped in and let go of your hand hesitantly. âSorry.â
You smiled at him and gathered the bottles in front of you.
âI would ask you what alcohol you want me to materialize, but youâre too young to drink-â you tried to lighten the mood.
âJust beer is fine,â he said.
âWhat?â you were sure you had misheard him. There was no way he knew anything about alcohol.
âI mostly drink soju and tequila shots,â he shrugged and helped you reach the bottles that were too far. âBut some of the others canât handle that much, so beer would be better.â
âUh⊠sure, then letâs go with beer tonight,â you said and got to work.
 It took you about 20 minutes to fill the bottles with alcoholic liquid. You could have finished sooner, but Jisung was staring intently at your hands made it really hard to concentrate.
 The movie was not as scary as you expected and no one could take it seriously. Some of the guys would randomly scream just to scare the others and they ended up getting drunk and throwing chips at each other. You on the other hand, had had a long week and your body was starting to give up on you, your eyes closing slowly.
âNoona,â you heard a deep but soft voice on your left, âare you tired?â
You smiled tiredly at Jisung. âYeah⊠I should probably go home soon.â
âItâs kind of late, though,â Jaehyun said from your right side. âWanna spend the night here? We can share my bed.â
âBut you wonât let me sleep,â you groaned.
âOh? Is that an invitation to go back to our old arrangement?â he teased and just then everyone went silent, looking at you both.
âWhat arrangement?â Yuta asked curiously, breaking the silence.
âItâs nothing,â you said before Jaehyun could answer. âJaehyun, no,â you hissed only for him to hear.
âYour lose,â he simply said and winked at you.
âNah, I really wanna know now,â Johnny stopped the movie and turned so he could face his object of interest.
You looked around and saw each of the guysâ faces staring back at you intently. Jisung looked like he was holding his breath.
You then looked at Jaehyun who at least had the decency to look guilty about letting it slip. You sighed and decided to come clean.
âWe used to fuck,â you finally said.Â
The collective gasp would have been comical if you hadnât been the one who caused it. Questions about details were fast to arise.
âHow was it?â was the last question heard by everyone and followed mostly by cheering and a couple of reprimands.Â
Jaehyun bit his lip, suppressing a smirk before whispering a short âsorryâ your way and replying to the question. âFucking amazing.â
 Louder cheers and some dramatical screams exploded around.Â
âIf it was so good then why did it stop?â interrupted Ten.
âIt was not my decision for sure,â said Jaehyun.
âWe just werenât compatible,â you shrugged.
âHeâs all talk, isnât he?â Jungwoo asked you. âHe didnât make you cum.â he wasnât asking, but stating a fact.
Everyone waited in silence for your answer, and you looked at Jaehyun apologetically. He lifted his eyebrows in disbelief.
âNo wayâŠâ he waited for you to laugh and tell him that it was all a joke, that he was the best fuck youâve ever had and that you would love to do it again. âYou did come, Iâm sure.â
âI did. I made myself come,â you murmured. âYou just happened to be there.â
 Some of the members of the pack snorted but tried not to be too loud and hurt Jaehyunâs ego even more. Jisung, who had been silent the entire time next to you, scoffed.
âAnyways,â you continued trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. âWhat I meant earlier is that I canât sleep with you in the same bed because you snore, so I would rather go home.âÂ
 Mark and Haechan in a corner laughed harder at you mentioning Jaehyunâs snoring.Â
âItâs late, Y/N,â Taeyong reminded you. âAre you sure? One of us can sleep on the couch and you can take the bed.â
âIâll take the couch,â Jisung suddenly said. Everyone seemed to be surprised to finally hear his voice. âYou can sleep in my bed, noona.â
âNo, no.â You quickly said. âI can sleep on the couch-â
âNo,â he insisted. âIâm not sleepy yet so Iâll watch some TV instead. Iâd rather sleep here.â
âOh⊠Thank you, Jisung,â you gave in and everyone went back to their own conversations, standing up to go to bed too.
âWell,â Jaehyun tried to lighten the mood, placing his hand on your thigh. âIf you change your mind, Iâll leave my door unlocked-â
A deep growl pierced through the choir of voices and caused a heavy silence to reign in the living room. Everyone stood in shock, looking at the source of the threatening sound: Jisung, with his fists clenched and a slight glimpse of red visible in his eyes, set on where Jaehyunâs hand made contact with your body.Â
 Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. He seemed to understand what was happening immediately. He wasnât oblivious to Jisungâs crush on you, but he never thought much of it. It was just a crush, after all. Or was it? He had to make sureâŠ
 Without breaking eye contact with Jisung, Jaehyun slid his hand towards your inner thigh and gave it a soft squeeze. Something that you would have taken as a friendly touch, not uncommon for you two. But it seemed to set Jisung off, his growl becoming louder and more feral, bearing his teeth as if he was about to bite Jaehyunâs hand off.
âJisung!â Taeyongâs voice rumbled against the walls and it seemed to get to the youngest member of the pack. Jisung shook his head and looked at his leader, and then at your stunned expression.Â
He cleared his throat and coughed a couple of times.
âS-sorry, I think Iâm about to catch a cold or⊠something.â
 When no one said anything, he spoke again.Â
âIâll wash up first.â he mumbled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck. âMy room is all yours to use, noona,â and just like that he scurried away, followed quickly by Chenle.
âYou just want your bed to smell like her!â Chenle accused a bit too loud, causing Jisung to shush him and drag him away before he could say something else. Jeno and Jaemin failed to contain their giggles as they left the living room too, and soon other members followed. The last ones to leave were Taeyong and Doyoung, exchanging worried looks and whispers and leaving you and Jaehyun alone.Â
 Jaehyun sighed.
 âOur Jisung is a man now, huh?â he said
âWhat the hell was that? Did he growl at you?!â you still couldnât believe sweet, shy Jisung had such a side.
âSure didâŠâ
âWhy?!â
Jaehyun didnât say anything for an entire minute.
âItâs too soon to say,â he finally turned to smile at you and ruffled your hair. âDonât worry about it yet.â
âYet?â you repeated as you watched him stand up and make his way out of the living room. âAnd later?â
âWellâŠJust donât play with the poor boy, okay?â
â...what do you mean?â you whispered.
Jaehyun smiled, but he seemed too worried for the smile to reach his eyes.
âNothing, Y/N⊠Forget about it. GoodnightâŠâÂ
You tossed and turned in Jisungâs bed, failing to fall asleep.You just couldnât stop worrying about Jisungâs behavior earlier. Was he mad at Jaehyun? Was he mad at you? What if he was actually getting sick and sleeping on the couch made it worse? The pang of guilt you felt was enough to get you out of bed and quietly go to the living room to check on him.
His long body certainly didnât fit in the coach so his feet were hanging off but he seemed to be fine overall, sleeping soundly on his back, with hands over his head. You gently placed your hand on his forehead to check on his temperature; he was warm but not enough to alarm you. Letting out a relieved sigh, you stepped away from him, but you hadnât walked two steps when you heard him call you.
âNoona..â he whimpered softly.Â
 You turned to look at him, worried that you had woken him up or that he needed something, but you were met with his sleeping form, eyes closed, breath evened and a content smile like he was having the best of dreams.
âNoona,â he repeated, arching his back slightly and sighing. âYou smell so goodâŠâÂ
 You felt your face heaten up. Was he dreaming of you?
 You waited, but nothing else came out of his parted plump lips. He just laid there pacifically like he hadnât just made you short circuit.Â
 You forced your legs to take you to the kitchen, thinking a cold glass of water would calm you down. Your hands searched for the right cabinet blindly, and then remembered that they had moved the glasses to the top shelf about two weeks ago. You stood on your toes and mentally cursed your height. So you could make alcohol appear but couldnât reach the top shelf? You werenât particularly good at levitating objects either so there was no way for you to get a glass. Just when you were about to give up, you felt a warm body behind you and saw a long arm grab a glass over you easily, placing it on the counter in front of you.
 âYou wanted this, right?â you heard Jisungâs sleepy voice near your ear as he continued hovering over you.
âY-yes, thank you,â you stuttered, not daring to move. âSorry I woke you up.â
âItâs fine,â he mumbled. âThe real thing is much better.â
You gulped. He was probably still half asleep and wasnât making any sense, you thought as you watched him close the cabinet over your head.Â
âI never noticed how t-tall you are.â you laughed nervously.
âIâm not particularly tall,â he hummed and you could swear you felt him inhale against your hair, before he let out a soft groan. âYouâre just so small.â
 âA-am I?â you asked just for the sake of saying something. All intelligent thoughts had left your brain when he placed his large hands on top of yours on the counter.
âUh-huh,â he squeezed your hands and pressed his body closer to you from behind, making it impossible not to notice a prominent bulge against your lower back. He hid his face on your neck before he whispered: âI could split you in half.âÂ
 You moaned out loud before you could think about how wrong this was. This was little Jisung! He hadnât even presented yet and he had you feeling more hot and bothered than any man before, while whispering such crude things with the softest tone and barely humping your ass. You were losing it for him doing the bare minimum, when you didnât even know you were attracted to him.
âYou sound even better than in my dreams,â he groaned, thrusting against you a bit harder, his hands leaving yours to travel up your arms and finally circle your waist, holding you firmly in place for him to pursue his pleasure.Â
 You donât even know what took over you when you leaned forward into the counter and arched your back with a shaky breath, pressing your behind harder against him and eliciting the most delicious moan out of him.
 âCanât believe he didnât make you cum,â he suddenly spit, sliding a hand under your shirt and massaging your breast. âI wouldnât stop until youâve soaked the bed,â he groaned, his other hand traveling down the hem of your shorts. âMy bedâŠâ
âJ-Jisung!â you finally came to your senses and grabbed his hand right as it started sliding into your shorts. âWait, w-we canât!â
 He stopped all movement and stilled behind you, slowly raising his head.
âHuh?â was all that came from him as if he was waking up from a trance. And then, he practically jumped away from you like you had burned him. âNoona?!â
 Hesitantly, you finally turned around and looked at him. He looked from his hands to you, eyes flashing red and golden intermittently. Whether he was still panting due to his previous activities or because he was panicking, you didnât know.Â
 âI-,sorry I⊠I donât k-know why I⊠shit, noona Iâm so sorry,â he stuttered and stumbled over his own feet as he fled to the bathroom and locked himself in there.
 You stood in the darkness in silence, the glass long forgotten on the counter and your upper thighs uncomfortably sticky due to the wetness you couldnât stop. Your heart was pounding against your chest like you were a teenager facing her first crush, and all because of Jisung.Â
 But his reaction confirmed your theory that he wasnât really awake and it made you feel incredibly guilty. Had you scared him? What if he felt like you had taken advantage of him and hated you know?Â
 You heard the faint singing of birds coming from outside and noticed the room wasnât as dark anymore and took it as your queue to go home, getting dressed and grabbing your stuff silently, not wanting to face anyone right now.
 Once you got home you took a quick shower and hid under the blankets, falling asleep immediately as if all energy had been suddenly stolen from you.Â
You woke up to your phone ringing insistently on your nightstand.
âWhat?â you sleepy mumbled placing the phone on your ear.
âWhen did you leave?â Jaehyunâs voice asked.
âUh I donât knowâŠearly, I guess.â
âWhy didnât you wake me up? I would have walked you home.â
âItâs fine, I got home safe and sound.â
 He hummed and yawned. âNext time wake me up, okay?â
âOkayâŠâ you mumbled and bit your lip, suddenly remembering what had happened last night. âHey, JaeâŠdoes Jisung normallyâŠsleepwalk?â
âSleepwalk?â he sounded confused. âUh no, not that I know- why?...did something happen last night?â
âUhâŠâ
âHold on, Y/N.â
 You heard faint murmurs being exchanged on the other side of the line and then you heard Taeyongâs voice asking for the phone.
âY/N, did Jisung go to the room where you were sleeping last night?â Taeyong asked straight to the point.
âNO!â you basically yelled. âNo, of course not.â
âDid he do or say something weird then?â he insisted
It took you a bit too long to answer. How could you possibly tell them?!
âY/N, I need you to tell me or we canât help him.â
âHeâŠuh, I-â you inhaled deeply before thinking of a way to tell them without giving away many details. âI went to the kitchen last night and I think maybe I woke him up, orâŠI donât know but he was there and talked andâŠacted in a way that wasnât likeâŠlike him, you know? And his eyes were changing colorsâŠâ
You heard even more voices discussing on the other side of the line before Taeyong spoke again.
âWhat did he say exactly?â
 You froze. Jisungâs whisper of 'I would split you in half' echoed in your head.
âI- I donât remember⊠I was half asleep,â you lied.
Taeyongâs silence made it clear he didnât believe you, but he didnât insist.Â
âIs Jisung okay?â You finally asked.
âHeâs fine,â Taeyong assured you. âHe is a bit moody today, hasnât left his room, but he isnât sick or anything⊠We think heâs about to present.â
âOh,â you said dumbly. That made sense; the weird change of eye color, a more aggresive attitude and sudden hornyness. You felt relieved, but also a bit disappointed. It was just his animal side and he would have reacted like that with any other woman; he wasnât attracted to you. And after he presented, it would only be a matter of time before he met his destined mate. Great. Itâs not like you liked him either, right?
Right?
When the call finished, you were in a terrible mood. And you were still in a bad mood for the next few days, a week even. And when it was time for another movie night at Jaehyunâs, you declined, saying you were tired. Instead, you grabbed a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate and watched a movie on your own, while the heavy rain tapped against the window.
  As you approached the end of the movie, you heard a soft knock on your door. You stopped the movie and looked at the door, just in time for a harder knock to be heard. Puzzled, you stood up and walked softly towards the door, the knocking becoming louder and more insistent.Â
âW-who is it?â you asked nervously once you reached the door.
âNoona,â called the deep voice from the other side. âItâs meâŠâ
âJisung?!â you shrieked and quickly opened the door, facing the boy whose clothes and hair were soaking wet. âJisung what are you doing here?! Look at you, why didnât you bring an umbrella with you?! Youâll get sick-â
âAre you mad at me?â he asked immediately, staring into your eyes.
âW-what?â
âAre you mad because of what I did that night? Is that why you donât want to go to our house anymore?â
âNo, Jisung.â you sighed. âIâm not mad at you, I promise. I just wasnât feeling it today.â
 His shoulders relaxed and he nodded. âOh, okayâŠIâll see you around thenâŠâ
âJisung,â you called him before he could leave. âCome in and take a hot shower okay? Letâs get you some dry clothes to change into.â
 He looked at himself, like he had just noticed his state and murmured a soft âokayâ before entering your place timidly. You showed him the way to the bathroom and left a clean towel for him to use, letting him know there would be dry clothes waiting for him in your room.
 Meanwhile you went to the kitchen to prepare a cup of hot chocolate for him right when your phone started vibrating in your pocket. It was Jaehyun calling.
âHey, whatâs up?â
âY/n, is Jisung with you?â he asked urgently.
 You almost choked on your saliva. How did he know?!
âUhâŠyes, he just showed up.â
âOh thank god,â he sighed, and then his voice sounded distant as he seemed to be speaking to somebody else, telling them 'heâs with her!'
âIs everything okay?â you asked nervously
âHe suddenly left in a hurry and didnât tell anyone anything. He left his phone here, and Chenle tried calling some of his friends but no one had seen him.â
âHeâs fine, just got wet because of the rain so heâs taking a shower now. He can stay here until the rain stops,â you offered.
âThank you,â Jaehyun said and paused for a minute before adding: âDonât tell him I called you.â
âWhy not?â
âHeâs a bitâŠsensitive these days,â he murmured. âAnd he isnât very happy with how close I am with you soâŠâ
â...That makes no sense,â you replied and lowered your voice as you heard Jisung exiting the bathroom and entering your room to get changed. âWeâve been friends for years and heâs never seemed to have a problem with that.â
âYes, but now heâs presenting Y/N.â
âSo?â
âLookâŠ,â you heard some movement and then a door closing, indicating that he had probably gone to his room to talk without anyone hearing. âTaeyong doesnât want me to tell you this, something about not wanting to pressure you into anything butâŠuhâŠâ
âJust spit it out,â you were starting to get impatient
âWe think Jisung imprintedâŠon you,â the last part was barely audible.Â
 There was an awkward silence that none of you knew how to break until you cleared your throat.
âThatâs impossible,â you said. âHe hasnât even presented yet.â
âItâs not impossible. Itâs more common for wolves to find their mate after presenting, but itâs not necessarily the rule. I think⊠We think he imprinted on you a long time ago.â
 When you didnât say anything he continued.
âYou know heâs had the biggest crush on you for a while, Y/N. What if it wasnât a simple crush? You saw how he reacted when I touched you that night⊠No wolf would be that agitated unless itâs their mate thatâs being touched. All the signs have always been there, we just dismissed them.â
âI- I donât know what to do with that information, JaeâŠâ you said, biting your lip nervously.
âI thought you liked him tooâŠâ he accused.Â
âMe?!â
âYes, you. You have a soft spot for him, you always ask for him when we hang out, you bring him snacks and presents for no reason, you smile like an idiot when he talks and you are incredibly touchy with him.â
âThatâs justâŠâ
âDonât bullshit me, Y/N. We all knew you had a thing for him. If you like him, go for it. But if you donât like him like that, send him home now and donât toy with his feelings,â he warned you before sighing and softening his voice. âYouâre my friend, Y/N, and heâs my pack brother. I want the best for both of you, okay? I gotta go, call me if anything happens.âÂ
 When he hung up you placed your phone on the kitchen counter and went to your room to check on Jisung. There would be time to ask him about his feelings and talk things out properly after he drank something hot and was more comfortable, you thought as you knocked on your bedroom door a few times.
âJisung, are you ready? Do you want hot chocolate? or something to eat?â you asked, trying your best to hide how affected you were after that phone call. But the only reply you heard was something that sounded like a muffled cry. âJisung?â you insisted only to get a louder cry in response. Worried, you opened the door and stood there speechless.
 The clothes you had prepared for him were scattered on the floor along with the towel you had given him earlier. Jisung was completely bare on your bed, mounting your pillow and rutting against it desperately, while water drops traveled from his hair to your bedsheets, where his face was buried, muffling his incessant moans.Â
âJ-jisungâŠâ his name was the only thing you would say and he finally turned his body to the side slightly to look at you, allowing you to catch a glimpse of the precum leaking from his reddened cock, staining your pillowcase.Â
âN-noona,â his voice was an octave deeper than usual. âNoona, everything smells l-like youâŠâ he whimpered, fucking the pillow harder and faster without breaking eye contact with you. âI-Iâm so close-â was the last thing he managed to say before a deep moan echoed through the room and his hips stilled, his buttcheeks contracting a couple of times, pressing his member harder against the soft fabric.
 He laid limp on the bed, hooded eyes still looking at you, the strange dance of eye colors happening again told you that he was being consumed by his wolf again.
âSorry,â he finally panted. âI made a mess...â
âI-itâs okay!â your voice cracked because you were actually not okay, but you knew he had no control over his body right now and the last thing you wanted was to make him feel guilty about it. âThereâs some tissues on my nightstand, so- uh how about you c-clean yourself up and g-get dressed?â you nervously walked closer to him, picked up the clothes from the floor and offered them to him.
 He slowly sat up, as if his body was too heavy to move. He didnât even bother covering himself like the shy Jisung normally would. He was far too gone for that. But when he saw the clothes you were trying to give him, he had enough energy to snatch them from you and throw them further away, with an annoyed huff.
âWha- Jisung!â you reprimanded him. âYou have to get dressed!â
âIâm not wearing his clothes,â he hissed. âAnd neither are you. Those are Jaehyun hyungâs, aren't they?â
 Right. The only clothes you had that could fit him were shirts and boxers that Jaehyun would leave behind whenever he crashed at your place. You had prepared those clothes for Jisung before Jaehyun called you to warn you about Jisungâs feelings.
â...Fine,â you sighed in defeat, not wanting to irritate him more. âIâll go get you something else, but donât complain if itâs too small for you.â
Before you could walk away, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, making you stand in between his legs, pressing his head against your lower belly.
âDonât go,â he pouted, planting a soft kiss on your stomach over the thin fabric of your shirt that made you blush even more. âIt hurts less when youâre here.â
âAre y-you in pain?â you asked.
âYeah,â he inhaled deeply and groaned as he caught the smell or your arousal. âBut maybe you can help me?â he asked using one of his hands to lift your shirt slightly, kissing your skin directly now and making you gasp. âCan you make it better, noona?â he looked up at you innocently while sticking out his tongue and licking at your hip bone.
âFuck!â you tilted your head back unconsciously pushing your hips closer to him, which he took as a sign for him to start pulling your sweatpants lower, his mouth kissing and licking every bit of skin he found on his way. âJ-jisung, hold on!â
 You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed him away slightly, he whined.
 âWhy?â he asked, his hands still pulling at the hem of your pants.
âJisung, I think y-youâre⊠presenting,â you told him.
He furrowed his brows and looked at you confused, but then his mouth parted slightly as the cogs started turning in his head.
âOh,â he finally said, dropping his arms to his sides and letting go of you. âDoes that make you uncomfortable? Am I scaring you?â
âNo!â you softly took his face in your hands and made him look up at you. âThatâs not it, Jisung. I just want you to be sure-â
âIâm sure,â he said quickly.
â-And I donât want you to regret it-â
âI wonât,â he assured you, grabbing one of your hands and bringing it to his mouth so he could give it little kisses. âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this for, noona.â
âJisung⊠are you- uh⊠am I your m-mate?â you finally gathered the courage to ask.
âYes,â he hummed contently, kissing your fingertips. âMine. Not Jaehyun hyungâs.â
âHow can you be s-sure?â you barely managed to ask while looking at his lips wrap around your thumb and suck gently.
âAlways knew. Since the first time I saw you,â he said simply, letting go of your fingers with one last kiss. âBut you always treated me like a kid, so I waited⊠hoping you would see me differently once I presented.â
Suddenly, his hands were back on your pants and without a warning he pulled them down, making you lose your balance, which he took as an opportunity to grab your arms and pull you on his lap, one of his hands behind you taking the sweatpants off your legs, leaving you on your shirt and underwear only
âAnd judging by how wet you are for me, it was worth the wait,â he smirked, caressing your arms and guiding them to his shoulders.
 You were incredibly embarrassed but didnât bother to lie. You knew he could smell your arousal and it was stupid to lie to him. âSorry, I couldn't help it.â
âDonât be,â he said, kissing your cheek softly. âIt smells really fucking good, but itâs making me really hardâŠâ
 You looked down and gasped when you saw that he was indeed incredibly hard for someone who had literally just ejaculated on your pillow.
âPlease help me, noona,â he begged, grabbing one of your hands and placing it over his hardness. âIt hurts so bad.â
 You couldnât stop yourself from tracing his cock delicately with your fingertips, feeling his body tense up under you.Â
âIâll help,â you finally said, wrapping your hand around him, making him moan and release a mantra of âthank yousâ. âBut⊠you canât mark me.â
He looked up at you like you were crazy. Marking you was what he wanted the most. You were denying him the ultimate pleasure of owning you for the rest of your lives. Frustrated he shook his head and opened his mouth to complain, but then you let go of his member completely, earning a pained gasp from him.
âJisung, you canât mark me during your first rut,â you tried to reason with him as he whined incoherently and tried to put your hand back on him. âIt 's too soon. If you still want me in the future, then we can think about it, okay?â
 He looked up at you with such sad eyes that you almost gave in, but you knew it was better to take things slow. Finally he dropped his head and mumbled a defeated 'okay.'
 âGood boy,â you whispered sweetly, making him shudder at the pet name. This time you grabbed him firmly and started pumping him rhythmically without hesitation. He let out the loudest gasp yet and arched his back, hips thrusting against your hand like crazy.
âN-noona!â he dug his fingers into your waist in a desperate attempt to ground himself. âyes, please, yes-yes!â
 You were so focused on his fucked out expression that you failed to notice one of his hands making its way into your panties. He quickly found your clit and massaged it, groaning at how wet you were.
âJ-jisung!â you panted, trying to wiggle away. âT- this is supposed to be to help you!â you argued but the rest of your complaints were forgotten when one of his long fingers entered you slowly. âAh!â
âYou are helping m-me, noona,â he gasped against your lips, thrusting his finger in and out of you slowly while his thumb circled your clit. âYouâre doing s-so âŠso good f-for me.âÂ
 He took you by surprise when he finally connected your lips, swallowing your moans and sliding his tongue into your mouth messily. He made use of this distraction to insert a second finger inside of you and make you sob into the kiss. Your thumb reached the tip of his cock and circled it, imitating the way he was massaging your clit, and successfully making him break the kiss to gasp.
âThatâs it, noona,â he gave your lips a couple of messy licks before pressing his forehead against you. âJ-just like that-donât stopâŠdonât stop, please, donât stop, donât fucking stop-âÂ
 He gasped and tilted his head back, his fingers mercilessly abusing you while spurts of his cum covered your hand, making you reach your climax while he rode out his. You dropped your head on his shoulder, body limp, trying to catch up your breath but he wouldnât stop his assault on your clit.
âJi-,â you squirmed, but he held you in place. âJisung, Iâm s-sensitive.â
âBut it hurts,â he pleaded, still breathing heavily. You lifted your head to look at him. His dick was still as hard and red as when you first entered the room.
âFuckâŠâ you mumbled. âHowâŠ?â
âMore?â he asked you as innocently as he could, considering his hand was still inside of you.Â
âUh okay, I-... can you lay down?â you asked him, and he nodded eagerly, letting you stand up so he could lay down on the cum stained bed.
 âW-what are you gonna-Fuck! Oh fuck, noona-â he moaned as soon as he felt your warm lips on his aching cock. âP-please noona, I- oh⊠youâre crazy if you t-think I wonât m-mark you after thi-ah!â
 You let go of his member with a soft pop and licked the tip softly. âWe said no marking, Ji,â you teased him between licks.
âI-I know but-...But noona,oooohh!â he arched his back and grabbed the bedsheets in a pathetic attempt to control himself, tears staining his pretty face. âmore, m-more-!â
 You gave him more, wrapping your lips around him and sucking, making loud slurping sounds and had him tossing and turning under you, calling your name and sobbing.
âKeep g-going, noona câmon k-keep-,â his thighs started shaking and his abdomen contracted as a clear sign that he was very close. âKeep sucking, y/n, k-keep sucking my cock, just l-like that noon-ah! keep g-going, keep fucking g-going-,â his desperate mantra between gasps got interrupted by you finally deepthroating him. âFuuuuckk!â
 You hummed around his cock and started lifting your head when you felt both his hands on the back of your head, pushing you down and forcing his dick into your throat. You choked and grabbed his hands, trying to push him away, but he had no intention of letting go, keeping your nose pressed against his nevel and your throat contracting against his member in an attempt to breathe.Â
 âStay,â he growled, using a voice that was unknown to you, deeper and huskier than youâd ever heard him. âTake my cock, just like youâre meant to,â he then gave your head short fast pushes, still pressed against his hips, that made you choke harder and sob, the vibrations making him feel in heaven.
 With a final guttural growl, he came in your throat, forcing you to swallow his load before he finally let go of your head, cooing at your coughs.
 Once you managed to stop coughing, you looked at him in shock, expecting an apology for losing control like that, but when your eyes met his, you saw no guilt or regret. His eyes full of lust were shining a bright red and a cocky smirk had replaced his shy typical expression.
 His wolf had taken over.
âYou look so good like this, Y/N,â he said casually, leaving all formalities behind and calling you by your name.Â
âJ-jisung? How d-do you feel?â you asked a bit afraid. You had never seen him like this before.
âFucking fantastic,â he purred. âWill feel even better after I knot you.â
âK-knot?!â
He raised an eyebrow.
âOh? So Jaehyun can breed you full of cum but your real mate canât?â he hissed through gritted teeth.
âNo I-...Iâve never t-taken a knot before,â you admitted, suddenly feeling shy, looking down. âI n-never let himâŠâ
âHe didnât knot you?â he repeated.
You shook your head no and he immediately took your face in his hands and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately.Â
âGood girl, y/n. You did well,â he praised you, helping you take your shirt off, and kissing your breasts affectionately. Your back arched into his touch and let him make you feel good. You suddenly felt so small and vulnerable, like you were meant to submit to him.
âYour tiny cunt will only take my knot from now on,â he mumbled against your left breast, circling your nipple with his tongue. âTake my cock only for the rest of your life.â
 You moaned and pulled at his hair, your hips rubbing against his softly.
âIâll mark you so good everyone will know who you belong toâŠâ
That knocked some sense into you.
âJ-jisung! We s-said not yet-â
âSit on my face,â he commanded.Â
âHuh?!â
âIt seems I havenât made you feel good enough if you still have half a brain to talk back to your alpha,â he grunted, easily manhandling you so your legs were on each side of his head, your pussy hovering dangerously over his face.
âA-alpha?â the term sounded so foreign to you. It was only used among wolves, so you never thought you would have to address anyone like that.Â
âThatâs right,â he purred, kissing your inner thighs. âAlpha will fuck you dumb, okay?â was the last thing he said before pulling your panties to the side and diving in.Â
 You let out a silent scream and grabbed onto the bed headboard for support. His tongue felt hotter than what should be normal and the way he moaned and groaned against you like he was tasting the most delicious of meals sent constant waves of pleasure through your body. You felt yourself cumming faster than ever in your life so you tried to put some distance between yourselves, to avoid coming that fast and embarrassing yourself, but he wouldnât have any of that. His arms circled your thighs and pulled you down, all your weight on his face making you tremble with pleasure. He chuckled and sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth, using his tongue to toy with it roughly.Â
Your body shook against his hold as he hummed with your clit still inside his mouth, making you cum while screaming so hard, you knew you wouldnât be able to speak properly for a couple of days.
âAre you okay?â panted Jisung against your core.
âI-IâmâŠokay,â you replied with difficulty.
 Jisung tsked like he was annoyed at the fact that you could still form coherent sentences. âOne more then.â
 His tongue lolled out of his mouth and his strong hands grabbed your hips, pulling you against him again and moving you back and forth against his soft hot tongue.
âJ-jisung w-wait,â you barely gasped. âI canât c-cum againâŠâ
 He raised his brows defiantly and moved you faster against your will, ready to prove you how wrong you were.
âJisung please-!â you pleaded, but you were starting to feel another build up. How could everything feel so good with him?
Soon you felt your hips move on its own, which gave Jisung the opportunity to touch your body, from your thighs, to your ass and finally massaging your breasts as you rode his tongue thoughtlessly.Â
âOh, oh! s-so good, Jisungie-,â you spoke shakily. âYour tongue f-feels so good, a-alphaâŠâ
Jisung moaned and you could see the corners of his lips lift in what would have been a satisfied smirk if it wasnât because he had you riding his tongue. He knew he had you where he wanted, and he guided your hands to his head, encouraging you to pull his hair as you used him.Â
âY-yes,â you moaned, eyes rolling back and your hips bouncing empty-headed against his face. âYes,yes-yeesss fuck alpha!â
 You came so hard you heard a ring in your ears, your body losing all strength and falling back. Jisung caught you right in time and laid you on the bed carefully.
âHow are you feeling now?â he asked, voice raspy and face glistening with your juices.
 You barely acknowledged that he was talking to you, your eyes unfocused, and body shaking like a leaf with only one thought in your head:
âJiâŠalpha,â you let out almost inaudibly.Â
âPerfect,â Jisung groaned, taking off your ruined panties and positioning himself between your legs, entering you in one go.
You cried out loud and arched your back, tossing your arms around, looking for something to hold onto. Jisung wasnât doing so well himself, his eyes were wide in shock at how good he felt, and they were switching into golden color again.
âF-fuck, noona,â he sobbed, kissing you pasionately, and giving an experimental thrust that made both of you moan. âNoona, my beautiful noona- h-how can you be so tight and w-warm?âÂ
 You weakly lifted your head and saw Jisung looking back at you. Eyes full of adoration gleaming a golden color instead of the dark red you had seen before. Soft and lovely Jisung was back, but for how long?
âS-sorry, noona,â he said as he started fucking you with intent. âDonât ask me to stop- I c-canât stop.â
 He buried his face into your neck and whispered the sweetest praises, only interrupted by moans that were becoming louder.Â
âIf I donât m-mark you Iâll d-die, noona ah!,p-please-,â he begged, sucking your neck like you had the mental capacity to deny him anything in this state.Â
You then heard a chuckle. The wolf was back.
âAnd youâll let me, right?â said that dark and velvety voice. âYouâll let alpha mark y-you and fuck you full of cum,yeah?â he sat up and his red eyes devoured you as he grabbed your hips and fucked into you roughly.Â
 You were too fucked up to even moan out loud, your mouth hung open and your eyes rolled back as no sound came out of your spent troath.Â
âSuch a perfect little doll,â he hissed as his hips snapped against you, the bed headboard slamming against the wall loudly. âWonât ever let you go, Y/N.â
 The base of his cock finally started growing in size making him moan shakily and fucking you faster.
âYes! yes,yes, finally- finally Y/N!â
He laid on top of you and hugged your waist, holding your body against his as his hips pistoned into you, letting out a delirious string of curses, praises and sobs.
âS-sorry, noona,â there was human Jisung again, his forehead against yours as he panted, a couple of his tears landing on your face. âYou h-have to take my knot, p-please, you have to- I c-canât-!âÂ
 You couldnât register his words, as a new and more powerful orgasm took over your body and made you convulse against his strong hold. If you hadnât been so fucked out you would have seen his mouth wide open as he went cross-eyed and gave a final thrust that settled his knot inside of you, his cock twitching and releasing endless spurts of thick cum.
âO-oh, oh noonaâŠâ he sobbed against your neck, finally giving into his instinct and biting you hard.
 âJisung!â you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him closer, moaning as he sucked on the fresh mark. You thought it would hurt more, but it gave you a very pleasant tingly sensation. âAlphaâŠâ
Jisung panted heavily as he lifted his upper body. His eyes were golden again and he was anxiously waiting for your reaction after what had happened.
âI- I couldnât stop myself, noona,â he bit his lip and flinched when your eyes met his. âI donât know why IâŠit just hurt and- then everything became too much-â
You groaned and threw your arms over your face.
âThatâs why I told you not to mark me,â you whined. âI knew you would regret it!â
âNo,â he said firmly. âI donât regret it.â
When you didnât reply to him, he grabbed your arms and held them against the mattress on each side of your head.
âNoona, look at me,â he pleaded. âI donât regret it. It was better than I could ever imagine. Iâm just apologizing because you didnât want it.â
âI did want it,â you whispered. âBut I wanted you to be sure first.â
âIâve been sure for so long, noona,â he kissed your lips softly. âIâve always wanted you. Please donât push me away.â
 You kissed him back and he sighed against your mouth, deepening the kiss.Â
And then he thrusted harshly inside of you again, making you almost choke in surprise.
âJ-jisung?!â
He opened his eyes slowly and you saw the flickering battle of red and golden happen again, telling you his animal side wanted to come out again.
"Sorry, noona..." he apologized in advance for what was about to happen.
i feel like merman!yuta would drop so many Unverified Facts about the ocean... like the legendary "sharks are smooth" post, he'd just make increasingly ludicrous statements and if any land folk point it out, he'd be like, "umm who of us actually lives inside the ocean? đ€š that's what i thought đ" he's soooo annoying but still so lovable.
Pairing: Storm goddess!Reader x Sea god!Yuta
Wordcount: 4.2K
Content: little bit of banter, underwater magic, reader learns how to swim, underwater makeouts, the petname 'darling' used at the end
â...and the coral reefs can change colors. Itâs truly magnificent.â A male voice stark with playful charisma stands out against the rush of waves lapping at the shore. Youâre drawn closer to the sound, along with the chorus of intrigued hums that follow every sentence. They are all gathered around one of the harbors dotted along the shoreline. The ships, looming wooden structures that they are, float close by. The people are gathered between the ships, around a collection of flickering orange flames that stand out in the darkness of night. Whoever is speaking has them completely captivated, despite making statements that youâre not certain are entirely true. How can coral spontaneously change color? You havenât spent a day in the ocean, yet it still doesnât seem likely. Your feet lead you closer to the harbor, padding along the sandy shoreline. The granules gathered just shy of the tides give way under your feet, and you note how soft they feel beneath your soles. From the divine energy you feel radiating from the center of the harbor, you can tell that one of the sea gods is the center of their attention. You peek through the cluster of people, stepping closer to try and get a closer look at whoâs speaking.
Your footsteps halt when you hear his voice again, recognizing the smooth, low tone, âThey can change colors without the aid of any magic. All you have to do is touch them.â
It figures that Yuta would be the one spewing such nonsense. From what you know about the god of nautical navigation and naval warfare, he never misses the opportunity to lead mortals astray with unverified knowledge of the ocean. Sure enough, you see his long red hair, tied back and away from his face. You notice a hint of the seamless merge from his skin to the scales that cover his tail, just barely visible in the lapping waves. He rests on his forearms in a way that highlights the muscular build of his arms, which he not so subtly flexes every now and then just to see how the mortals will react. The gathering consists of mortals of all genders, all equally enthralled with the deity, voices lilted in an attempt to sound casually coquettish. It always amuses you to see mortals falling over themselves in an attempt to flirt with the gods, showering them in attention in a shameless attempt at seduction. Their strategy is usually the same; smiles and tilts of the head at calculated angles, undivided attention while they hang on every word that is spoken, no matter how ridiculous. And you can see Yuta clearly revels in such attention, if his wide smile and the chime-like lilt of his laughter is anything to go by. Itâs humorous, and you know itâs even more humorous to see how they react to a modicum of resistance.
Which is why you decide to burst their bubble just a bit.
âSomehow I donât think thatâs true.â You pipe up, catching the attention of the entire group. As soon as the mortals see you, their half lidded eyes go wide with fearful recognition. Wordlessly, they part the way for you, shuffling noisily over the sand and averting your gaze. It would seem their resolve is just as weak as you predicted, and the thought of so effortlessly striking fear in their hearts amuses you.
Yuta isnât phased by your sudden appearance. If anything he welcomes it, moving forward ever so slightly, as if leaning into your presence. He directs his dazzling, sharp toothed smile towards you, and itâs like a subtle spotlight of jovial mirth beams right at you, âAnd what do you know of the sea?â
His smile is so infectious that you canât help but flash a grin of your own as you say, âEnough to know that what you speak of sounds completely ludicrous.âÂ
âIâm the only one here who actually resides in the ocean. I think I would know better than anyone.â His sapphire eyes take on a star-like glimmer, excited by the prospect of being challenged.Â
âExcept maybe Taeyong. Perhaps we should ask him and obtain an expert opinion.â You counter, feeding off of the energy rippling off of him in time with the waves lapping at the shore.
His eyes gleam brighter, âThereâs no need. You happen to be speaking to an expert right now.â Â
You hum at this, folding your arms, though you canât keep the grin off your face. Thereâs something inexplicably fun about debating with him, though you wouldnât stroke his ego by letting him know. Instead, you remark, âAnd how much expertise could you possibly have? Last I checked, your main duty is as a guide for these wooden husks across the waves.â
âA guide, a general, a connoisseur of sea life of all kinds. I am many things to many people.â You figure the mortals will react to such a hackneyed statement, and sure enough, a harmonious ensemble of intrigued hums and swooning sighs sound off around you. You resist the urge to roll your eyes, more focused Yuta and how he seemed to be focused on you. His gaze is entirely fixated on yours, as if everything else has disappeared from view, and you shift your weight from foot to foot under the weight of his undivided stare. You see gaiety flash in his eyes, and you can practically see the thoughts in his mind whirring the longer he stares at you. From the way the corner of his lips lifts in a playful smirk, you can tell heâs planning on following up with a flirtatious statement, just to see how you would react. You can recognize mischievous intent anywhere, being surrounded by gods of mischief on a daily basis, which is why you decide to divert and see how heâll react, âI still donât believe you. Thereâs no way touch alone can change the color of a coral reef.â
He impresses you by not missing a beat. Instead, he leans in and replies in a voice smooth enough to rival silk, âWhy donât you come swim with me and find out for yourself?â
You barely hear the shift and shuffle of sand all around you, raising a brow curiously at his suggestion, âRight now?â
âWhy not?â He quips, âIâm not doing anything at the moment. Are you?â
You let a beat of silence serve as an answer before asking, âSo would I just, jump in? With my clothes still on? Or would I strip down so they donât get wet?â
Glancing from side to side and seeing that the mortals have dispersed, he comments, âIt would appear that Iâd be your only company, so it depends. Would you like for me to see you naked?â
Youâre quick to try to retort, but the only sound that escapes your lips are the choked beginnings of sharp syllables, fizzling out into stutters instead. The prospect of him seeing you completely bare brings heat to the surface of your cheeks, and makes something stir within you that you havenât felt in quite some time.
âIs that why youâve been staring at me so intently?â He moves closer, âIf you wanted to spend that sort of time with me, you couldâve asked long ago. I wouldâve agreed wholeheartedly, and I still will, so long as you ask nicely.â
Despite the icy glow of the moon, your face burns at the simmering warmth of what heâs implying. The look on his face conveys a playful yet earnest attitude towards the prospects. You know exactly what heâs implying, what sort of time heâs alluding to. You havenât considered engaging in pleasures of the flesh with anyone besides Haechan at this point, but youâre anything but opposed to the possibility.
He chuckles at your silence and flustered expression, âI see that was enough to make you speechless. You can keep your clothes on, and I can dry you off once weâre done. Youâre not the only one who knows a thing or two about magic.â
You donât give yourself the chance to be embarrassed by the way you sputter out your next words, âSo you do use magic to make the reefs change colors.â
âYouâll have to join me in the water to find out.â He smirks, floating back a bit before offering his outstretched hand, inviting you to join him in the empty space. Taking a breath you step forward, letting the coolness of the water lap at your feet. You keep going, reaching out to try and grab hold of his hand. You keep moving until the land suddenly gives way to pure ocean water between your feet, leaving you nothing to stand on, and youâre suddenly engulfed in the shocking cold of the oceanâs waves. You thrash in the depths for a mere moment before Yuta takes hold of both of your hands and floats onto his back, stabilizing you and keeping you just above water. Your body lies atop his, your legs on either side of his scaled tail, the cold water rippling around your knees. The linen of your clothes sticks to your skin, your hands pressed his chest. Youâre so close you can feel his heart steadily beating beneath your palm, and your eyes widen for a brief moment, completely flustered by the proximity. Youâre shocked by how quickly you relax on top of him, how you let yourself rest atop the solid muscle of his torso, and it only has your heart hammering in your chest. He laughs softly at your reaction, a lighthearted sound, and you can feel the rumbling vibrations of his laughter against your own chest.
His hands move from your own and onto your body, carefully, gauging your reaction to see how comfortable you are. His hands fit against the small of your back, gently holding you in place, and you only sink into his embrace more. You rest above him for mere moments as you float further and further away from the shoreline, admiring him. With his dark red hair slicked back and away from his face, his expression of casual seduction is completely exposed. His dark blue eyes only deepen in hue, capturing the starlight to highlight the impish glint within the depths of his gaze. Without a second thought, you reach out, letting the back of your hand trace the contour of his face. He leans into your touch, a content smile tugging at the plush petals of his lips, and you vaguely wonder what theyâd feel like against yours. He lets his eyes slide shut for a brief moment, savoring your touch, before saying, âAs nice as it is to hold you like this, you do know youâll actually have to get in the water at some point, right?âÂ
âO-of course I know that.â You say, trying not to appear too excited by the sensation of his arms encircling your waist. Itâs baffling how such a simple touch can make you so jittery. Though in another sense you suppose feeling him like this, in such a slow, quiet moment free of the frenzy of chasing an orgasm, is its own form of excitement. You welcome the stir you feel between your legs, like a drop in the water that sends a series of ripples through the rest of your body.
âAre you afraid?â He brings you from your thoughts with a simple question.Â
âNo, itâs justâŠIâve never actually been this far past the shore.â You look over your shoulder, seeing the rock formations on the land appear smaller the farther you float away.
âAll that time in the clouds has done you no favors.â He quips, shaking his head, âCan you swim at least?â
âIâve never tried.â You admit in a murmur you almost hope he doesnât hear.
âWould you like me to teach you?â He asks, and you nod before you give yourself the chance to ponder it further.Â
âItâs easier to learn if you donât have to worry about holding your breath. I can give you the ability to breathe underwater, but it would mean moreâŠintimate contact.â For the first time since youâve met him, you see a hint of shyness cross his features, and he averts your gaze for a brief moment. Perhaps the palpability of the tension, and the fact that heâs so close to giving into his innermost desires, is what makes him almost timid beneath you.Â
âWhat sort of contact?â You tilt your head curiously.
âIâd have to kiss you.â He murmurs quietly, as if he didnât even want the waves surrounding you to hear whatâs meant for your ears alone.
âAre you certain thatâs the only option you have?â You wonder aloud.
His fangs catch on his bottom lip before he shyly admits, âTruth be told, the only way I know how to cast the spell is through lip contact. Though the fact that youâd be the one Iâm kissing certainly makes this more enjoyable for me.â
âIs that so?â Itâs your turn to fluster him now, leaning in as though youâre about to close the gap between your lips.Â
He swallows thickly, âIt is.âÂ
âSo youâve thought about this before.â You muse aloud, deciding to toy with him just slightly, âYouâve thought about me before.â
âI mean, Iâve certainly considered it before, more often than not.â His admission comes out whispered atop a rushed exhale, and you can feel his heartbeat quickening against your palm.
Coyly, you mirror his earlier statement, âNow Yuta, if you wanted to spend that sort of time with me, all you had to do was ask nicely.â
âWell Iâm asking now.â He meets your gaze earnestly, âCan I kiss you?â
You nod, grinning excitedly, âOf course.â
With a gentle hand fitting to the curve of your face, he leans in, his lips making contact with yours. The plush swell of his lips feels softer and even more satisfying than you predicted, and you instantly hum into the kiss. As soon as your lips part he inhales against your mouth, claiming your last breath above the surface, before letting out a languid exhale between your lips. A rush of magic reminiscent of cool, calming waves washes over you as he imbues you with the ability to breathe underwater. Securing his embrace around your waist, he lowers you both into the water in one smooth motion, and you take the plunge with him.Â
Sound liquifies and rushes around you as your body is submerged in the ocean. The subtle warmth of his lips leaves yours, leaving you to take in the chilling embrace of the water. The ocean sounds like a uniform, bubbling rush of morphed sound, deep and resonant. Hesitantly, you take a breath, feeling water take the place of air in your lungs. Youâre relieved to feel that they work all the same. It takes you a moment before you trust yourself to open your eyes, met with an expression of encouragement from Yuta.
He demonstrates how to move in the water, letting his body ripple as he moves forward, reminiscent of the movement of the water itself. You try to copy him, moving your legs together to mimic the mechanics of his tail, keeping a firm grasp on his hand to keep yourself from floating away. Heâs patient, moving forward only an armâs length to allow you to catch up with him. Your legs flail everytime you move forward, as if competing with the current, and he ends up guiding you more than you end up moving on your own.Â
You quickly realize that in order to move with the waves, you have to let go of the tension within you. The water is not something to fight through, but to work with, and by working with it you can float. With a few slow, deep breaths of sea water, you release that tension. Just as easily as you let that tension gather with each inhale, you let it float away with each exhale. You feel your body begin to float naturally, suspended in the near endless depths of the ocean. Armâs length by armâs length, you swim with him, your body flowing with the waves much like his own. He smiles at you with a nod of approval, his hand still firmly grasping yours as he guides you through his domain.
Thanks to the darkness of night, the entire ocean is tinted with a pervasive purple hue. The regal amethyst color acts as a backdrop to the magnificent display of aquatic grandeur. Accented by rays of moonlight that are incurvated by the waves into cool metallic hues, the midnight visage of the ocean is as inviting as it is ethereal. To say that the sea looks as magical as it feels would be an understatement. Silver ribbons of light illuminate the underwater landscape, accentuated by the subtle iridescence of refracted rainbows upon the ripples. The scales of various schools of fish shimmer in the splendor of silver, swimming through their abodes of billowing kelp and anemones along the ocean floor. You glide under grand archways of coral and rock, staring in awe at the various formations. You never thought that gatherings of organic life could create such magnificent structures, such grand fortresses of aquatic fauna, and your eyes widen as you take in this entirely new world that you knew nothing about. What kept you from exploring this for so long? What prevented you from broadening your horizons and enriching your worldview? You donât allow yourself to ponder it for too long, letting Yuta serve as your humble guide through this new experience.Â
With a soft squeeze to your hand, Yuta directs your attention to one of the gatherings of coral, which towers high above your heads. With his other hand he reaches out to it, his fingertips grazing the surface with the softest of touches. In one moment, the reefs glow with a verdant hue, only to take on a carnelian gleam the moment Yuta lays his hand upon it. You watch as the bright emerald of the towering coral is consumed by the brilliant ruby hue in a matter of elongated seconds. You gaze at Yuta, brows hitched as if to tell him that you knew he controlled the colors. He shrugs at this, a bubble of laughter forming upon his lips.Â
You find yourself focusing less on the color of the coral, your eyes drawn instead to Yuta himself. He stands out against the coral, completely captivating your attention, and his presence is inviting to say the least. Your eyes go from the hairline thin slits of skin on either side of his neck to signify gils, and wander shamelessly past the demarcation line of his collarbones. You take in the intricate tattoos inked onto his chest and arms letting it guide you from the defined musculature of his torso and limbs, and down to where the v shape etched on either side of his abdomen gives way to the chrome hue of his sleek tail. The way his red hair flows in weightless waves within the ocean frames his face in a way that makes him look beyond alluring, and his sapphire eyes capture the starshine in the most captivating way. Now that you can see him fully, and see why everyone seems to observe him with unabashed lust, you let subtle stirrings of desire youâve repressed flow through you. His gaze roves over your body the same way, the same expression of want crossing his features. Wordlessly, you hitch your brows as if to ask if you can come closer, if you can completely close the distance between you both. He hitches a brow playfully in return, as if challenging you to make the first move.
And you do. You swim forward and let your hands rest on his biceps as you press your lips to his. You feel a sudden yet soft exhale against your lips, fully portraying his excitement. He kisses you back eagerly, his hands making their way to the curve of your waist and pulling you against him. He parts his lips, and rippling shivers float up your spine in bubbles of excitement as you feel the cool sharpness of his fangs brushing over the swell of your bottom lip. His long tongue follows and slides past your lips, each stroke just on the brink of haphazard, suggesting something wild and feral and exhilarating.Â
Kissing Yuta beneath the surface of the sea is as thrilling as it is freeing. Youâre able to let yourself go and exchange bubbles of breath between heated kisses. Yoâ're able to let carnal lust well up within you, because you can grab onto him for purchase, and feel him reciprocate the same fervor. His hands grasp at you incessantly, as if your proximity of being pressed right against him isnât close enough, and he craves more. It makes your head spin, how unreal this all is. You wouldâve never thought to do this before, and now you have no idea how this is the first time youâve tried something so intoxicatingly arousing. And as if the moment wasnât magical enough, the exhilaration wells within him so much that the magic within him paints the coral that arches over you with iridescent splendor. Silver rights of shimmering light emanate from him, creating concentric ripples of desire around you both in a picturesque display of passion.
The moments pass, the moon lowers in the sky, and you realize youâll have to return to the sky for daybreak to clear the path of clouds for the sun. Reluctantly, you pull back from your embrace with him, nodding towards the surface to tell him you need to depart. The light that surrounded you dissipates, to your collective disappointment. Taking hold of your hand, he guides you back to the surface, past the harbor and into a hidden cove youâve never seen before.Â
An underwater archway signifies the entrance, with enough room for you both to swim through side by side. A small stretch of beach lies between a circle of dark, towering rocks, shielding you from onlookers. You swim onto the beach, your field of vision going from being drenched in purple to a dye of midnight blue. Pressing your hands into the sand, you lift yourself onto the surface. Instantly, you feel the loss of pressure surrounding you as you return to the land, feeling a different type of loss as well.
"You're leaving me already?" Yuta quips, flicking his tail fluke to create a playful splash in the water, "We were just getting started."
"I do have obligations to fulfill." You scoff without any real bite behind your words, "Unfortunately I cannot spend my days kissing you in the sea."
"We can do far more than that." He slyly suggests, making his way over to you. His hands slide up your legs, right to where the wet fabric of your robe sticks to your skin. Warmth emanates from his hands and steam soon follows, surrounding you in a rush of evaporating water.
"I know you saw what happened, the display of passion beneath the surface." He murmurs, subtly massaging your calves and intensifying the steam. "That was as much your doing as it was mine, yknow? If you'd like, we can make some real magic together."
You're entranced by the sight of him surrounded by steam, as if his beautiful visage is organically emerging from the heated fog that surrounds you both. Your heart can't stop palpitating, no matter your attempts to reacquaint yourself with the sensation of breathing air through deep breaths. You don't want to look away. You don't want him to move his hands. You don't want him to stop giving you that heated look of passion that burns far hotter than the steam that evaporates off your skin. You donât want him to stop speaking to you like youâre the only thing that can satiate the hunger that builds within him.
Once you're fully dry his hands retreat, and you poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue to suppress a sound of disappointment. It's barely been a moment and the phantasm left in the absence of his touch is already palpable. Before slinking back into the ocean, he makes you an offer that has the apples of your cheeks burning with interest, "If you ever wish to pick up where we left off, to see what other magic we can create together, come back to this place. I'll find you."
"And how will you know when I'm here?" You question, barely able to feel the sensation of your own words through your breathy exhale.
"Iâm attuned to this place, and darling, your aura is very distinct." He tells you with a sharp toothed smirk, "I'll be able to feel your presence, and I have a feeling you'll be able to feel me too."
You watch as he slinks back below the surface and into the sea. A whirlwind of thoughts storms within your mind and surging waves of desire crests within your body. You don't even have to consider accepting his offer, as every part of your subconscious answers any unspoken questions in an instant. You return to the sky just before the first hints of daybreak, ruminating on how the endearment of 'darling' flowed so easily off his tongue. You keep the smile that lifts your lips at the thought to yourself.
so iâm sure youâve all seen the post on tumblr about why one âadultâ user doesnât mind minors reading their smut and how other writers should consider it. iâm here to talk about that.
minors should not be in the smut community.
point blank period. neither as a writer or a reader. the smut community is not a safe place for minors. and in this post, i will discuss why. please bare with me.
it simply is not safe.
by telling minors that itâs okay to read smut and by extension put themselves in the smut community, you are opening up a whole world of opportunities for them to be hurt, preyed upon, or traumatized. because letâs face it, theyâre going to engage with the content. they may even attempt to make it themselves.
there are weirdos, creeps, and pedophiles out there. people that will jump at the chance to take advantage of a vulnerable personâin this case, a minor. we arenât parenting them, weâre looking out for their safety. explicit content is not safe for them to consume.
"i read smut as a minor and iâm fine!â
well, obviously not if weâre having this conversation. but since weâre forming opinions based off of personal anecdotes, why donât i tell you about my story? my story that a majority of internet users have experienced as well in some capacity.
at a young age, way younger than iâd like to admit, i decided to download an app for fanfiction because i wanted to dive deeper into the fandoms i enjoyed at the time. this app was unregulated, no separation of smut fics and sfw fics. you werenât required to mark your story as mature, and many didnât. therefore, i was exposed to explicit content before i was ready. this caused a domino effect, directly influenced by the content i was reading, which led me to get into things that i should not have.
said activities being: entering relations with men far too old for me, being put in sexual situations because of them, taken advantage of, getting addicted to the thrill of said relations, creating a fake profile and aging myself up to the age of consent to continue these relations, falling deeper into the smut community, being taken advantage of again, not forming healthy boundaries with my body, being touched in ways i didnât want but i convinced myself was okay because this is how they did it in all of the smut iâd read, got groomed and fucking traumatized all before i was 18.
now i have an unhealthy relationship with my body, trauma, and a fucked up perception of sex and intimacy.
does that sound like a situation a minor should be in? because that was what happened when people never said that it wasnât okay for me to be in the smut community when i was underaged. thatâs the situation, or some form of it, that many others find themselves in when there arenât boundaries set in place within the smut community.
iâm glad you turned out âfine.â but please, for a moment, think about people like me who arenât fine. think about the people who come out of this knowing they need therapy but never go because they know theyâll be told âyou knew better.â you think you know everything, you think youâll be okay. but you donât, and you wonât.
âso-and-so age is the age of consent so why canât they read smut?â
you guys really donât understand what the term âage of consentâ means or know about the small print.
the age of consent, which varies from place to place (as if thatâs not enough reason to not use that as a rule when it comes to entering the smut community), is the minimum age to consent to sexual activities with someone within a specific age range. which, usually, is two to three years, also known as the âromeo and juliet law.â please note that most places do not have this law.
each tumblr user has to follow the laws where they are from. which means that your age of consent could be lower than mine; HOWEVER, if you were to come to my state, youâd have to follow the law here. so in short, when you are on another userâs blog, you have to follow their rules, just like if you were in their state youâd have to follow their laws.
letâs also note that the united states federal age of consent is 18. so for american users, when you are on the internet itâs best to abide by the federal age of consent. i canât speak on other countries, because i donât live there, but users in other countries are free to add on to this with their age of consent laws.
it is not realistic.
smut fics are fictional stories. thatâs that. no matter how realistically the writer portrays it, it is still fictional. and oftentimes the unpretty parts of sex are left out to create these works of art. therefore the argument of them exploring their sexuality is moot.
i agree that teenagers deserve a safe place to be able to explore their sexuality safely and without judgement. but tumblr, ao3, wattpad, and whatever else fanfiction platform is not that place. they need a controlled environment, and these platforms are anything but controlled and you can post pretty much whatever you want on them.
that brings me to the point that some of these fantasies-turned-fanfic are dark. immoral, sometimes. taboo. things that arenât often expressed in actual real-life sex unless spoken about several times, deeply, with a trusted partner. a lot of fanfiction is fantasy, and at that age itâs hard for them to differentiate between fantasy and reality. they will go into sex thinking it has to be like the things theyâve read and be disappointed when itâs not or get hurt trying.
in short, smut is not here to be your sex education. if you want to learn, itâs best to do so in a safe and controlled environment and not by reading fictional stories.
itâs literally a boundary.
what happened to respecting peoples boundaries? if someone says minors do not interact, that means do not interact. do not read it, do not like it, do not reblog it, do not comment on it and for the love of god do not send the writer an ask.
itâs as simple as that. just respect peopleâs fucking boundaries. like holy shit, how hard is that?
the legal and moral complications.
everyone knows, or should know, that distributing porn to or of underaged individuals is not only morally wrong but illegal. letâs talk through a scenario.
letâs say youâre in your 20s, your early 20s. someone notices that someone who has been interacting with your smut is underage. maybe you didnât notice it, or maybe you didnât care. but they get worried for the said underaged victim and now youâre reported for potentially endangering a minor by allowing them in your nsfw community. even if youâve never talked to the minor in question, you could fall under and be in legal trouble if the complaint is taken far enough. if they find you guilty? you may have to register as a sex offender.
in the end, minors do not belong in smut spaces. it is uncomfortable, crossing boundaries, potentially dangerous, traumatizing, morally wrong and illegal. please rethink your decision if you are either a minor pushing your way in these spaces or a writer who says itâs no big deal if they do.
