It was a lovely day, the day you decided to go swimming. The sun shone down over the water, the surface sparkling like a thousand tiny diamonds were perched right on top. The ocean was as clear as the sky, you could see the coral so clearly it was mesmerising.
Where the ship, The Aurora, had weighed her anchor was quite secluded, hidden close two the shores of an island. You hadn’t been stagnant for long, only having been there for almost a day. You had stopped so the crew could gather more resources while you and Seonghwa had stayed with the ship, alone. If you didn’t count the ten people in the brig. You floated on top of the water, eyes closed. Your hair flowed out around you, circling you. Your eyes were closed.
Seonghwa couldn’t help watching you.
You made little paddling movements with your hands, creating small ripples on the waters surface. You wore nothing but one of his shirts, in fact you wore the shirt he had worn the day previous. Seonghwa was lent on his elbows against the side of the ship, playing with a long leaf he had picked from the tree hanging overhead a couple meters away.
You looked hypnotic.
When you opened your eyes a few moment later, your gazes met instantly. You sent him a loving smile, almost having to squint as the sun casted it’s beams through the trees. Then you started shallowly pulling yourself back towards The Aurora. Amused, Seonghwa pushed himself off of his elbows, letting the singular leave fall from his fingertips and flutter down to the ocean top. He made his way towards the ladder you had placed on the side of the boat before you jumped in, ready to help pull you up. Not that you needed help. You met him when you reached the top, slinging a leg over the balustrade, your faces inches away from one another. Your gaze dropped to his lips for a second but Seonghwa hadn’t noticed for his gaze flickered down to your body during the same second. His shirt stuck to your body in such a way the imagination was no longer needed to wonder what was there.
In a flash his hands were on your hips, lifting you up over the side of the ship so you stood before him on both feet. You leant lack on your elbows, back against the wood as Seonghwa pushed against you gently and placing a slow kiss to your lips. “Nice swim?” He inquired, voice low so that your ears wouldn’t have heard him if there was even a breath of air. You smiled at him, eyes meeting his once again with an almost smug look: like your gaze was smirking at him.
“It was great.” You said, pressing your lips together as you failed to suppress a smile. In the blink of an eye you were no longer caught between his arm but instead walking away from him. Seonghwa turned to watch your form, like his eyes were pulled buy invisible strings attached to your body. You stopped for a moment and Seonghwa realised that the captains’ cabin, your cabin, was in your path. The glance you threw over your shoulder had Seonghwa wanting to run to your every beck and call. Instead, he sent you a small nod and returned your smirk from earlier, stepping slowly after you.
You had entered the cabin first, having got there first when you hadn’t waiting for him to catch up with you. You stood before a mirror, its corners weathered and tattered due to its age and the time spent at sea. It was ornate and spectacular, framed with real gold and pearls. Seonghwa thought you to be his greatest treasure and stood next to such a great one he couldn’t help but repeat his thoughts out loud. You simply rolled your eyes, a smile lifting to your lips.
You met his gaze through the mirror, “I could use a hand.” You say, beginning to unbutton the shirt you wore, which was sopping wet and stuck to you skin. It also just happened to be his shirt. Seonghwa said nothing, moving closer to you so he stood behind you. His hands felt soft against your arms as he took over from your hands, unbuttoning the last few buttons and slipping the dripping shirt to the cabin floor, placing a kiss to your exposed shoulder. You just watched him through the mirror.
“There is something between us…” Seonghwa only stopped his words to kiss a part of your skin. “And it is the most beautiful,” — a kiss placed against your shoulder — “thing,” — kiss brushed against your ear — “I have ever felt.” He finished, your shirt dropping to the wooden floor of the cabin. Now you stood a mere centimetre in front of him, bare, with nothing to hide.
“Bold words, Captain.” You mumbled, breathless, as your head fell back on his collar, giving him more access to the base of your neck.
“Truer have never been uttered.” Seonghwa whispered against your skin. You felt the goosebumps raise slowly, like each one was awaked as Seonghwa made is way slowly across your skin with his lips. His hands, which were now free of the shirt, found themselves snaking around your waits, pulling you to his chest. You felt his lips quirk up into a smirk at the sound of your gasp, the short intake of air leaving your lips involuntarily. Your eyes were now closed, fluttering as you struggled to open them, his lips gliding across the skin of your neck before stopping at your jaw and placing a bite there. His hands were warm against your skin.
You couldn’t take much more of the gentle touches her gave you, how his fingertips traced designs as intricate as lace into the skin of your lower tummy, how his lips barely touched your skin as he broke away from your neck. You turned in his hold, eyes ablaze with certain fire and Seonghwa just smirked at you.
He let you push him backwards, making sure his steps were placed properly and with the last push you gave him he twisted on the ball of his right foot and pulled you down. He watched as you landed on your back, splayed out and breathless for him.
Just for him.
With one last smile as he stood above you, he yanked his own shirt over his head and leant down to join you.
⟶ warnings! angry s*x?, biting, blood, sir k*nk, consensual s*x, teasing, begging, rough play, overstimulation??: 1 8 + uh this one gets explicit
⟶ 3341 words
Being a vampire wasn’t that bad. You got used to the taste of blood and the never getting older and the outliving your loved one's thing. You made a life for yourself, using your many degrees to gain knowledge quickly, by becoming a university teacher in the town you currently reside in. If you had to pick one thing that made your immortal life worth it, it would be your thrice-time husband Yunho. He too was a vampire though, you still had a few decades on him.
At the moments, you were sat on your shared bed, a pen turning in your fingers as you read through essays. Yunho sat behind you, fingers playing with your hair as you lent back against his bare chest.
You were in the midst of an argument. Though you couldn’t particularly remember what you were arguing about. In all honesty, you didn’t know why you were so annoyed, to begin with. Perhaps you were getting hungry?
“Oh, bite me.” You muttered, knowing full well that we would hear you no matter what. His fingers stopped in your hair as silence overcame the two of you.
“A dangerous invitation, Y/N”
The feeling of his fangs dragging across the back of your neck and around to your shoulder made you pause, the pen between your fingers gently falling to the pages in your lap. You looked up from the typed words, staring straight across you at the other side of the room, purposely not looking back at Yunho yet. They fluttered closed as he bit down on your shoulder. Your tongue poked at one of your fangs, an emotion coming over you that you couldn’t quite grasp.
“Yunho.”
He ignored you, the warning tone in your voice washing over deaf ears. You said his name once more but in the next second, he had grabbed you by the wrists, twisting your body so that you were now underneath him. He pinned your hands either side of your head. You could feel he wasn’t using any strength to keep you there yet you made no move to get out of his hold.
“What?” You raised one eyebrow at him, watching as he hovered over you with dark eyes. His black hair was quite long, almost covering his eyes as he stared down at you. You would have to remember to cut his hair later.
“You asked, my love, and you shall receive.”
His lips quirked into a smirk, one you only caught a glimpse of before his lips were on the base of your neck. If your head wasn’t already laid against the bed you were sure it would have dropped back. Yunho knew what he was doing, that was a given. The two of you have been together for almost a millennia, he knew exactly how to press the right buttons and get you wriggling beneath him.
Switching out both hands for just one, Yunho almost yanked your arms above your head, now holding both your wrists with one of his hands. Now you could feel the strength behind his hold, keeping your arms pinned to the bed above your head.
His free hand turned to wonder. Your night dress was made of thin material, practically see-through silks and lace. You liked to breathe during the night and it was an added plus for Yunho just to see you in it. It didn’t hide anything from him. He let his hand glide down the front of your body, relishing in all that he could see and feel. As his hand grazed over your chest your back involuntarily arched like your body had a mind of its own that wanted nothing more than to feel his touch.
As he chuckled, you felt short bursts of air against the base of your neck, where Yunho had yet to move from. He let his hand wander further down your body, coming to grasp the ruffled end of your night dress. He backed up away from you slightly to send you a teasing smirk, an eyebrow of his own raising.
“What shall I do with this?” He asked. He didn’t give you time to answer as he slipped the light material up the bottom half of your body with one sharp tug. The silk bunching up a little as it was pulled up from underneath you, giving into the strength Yunho had. You felt your heart run circles in your chest, the faint beat becoming much louder in your own ears. The smirk on Yunho’s lips was almost cruel as you realised he could hear it too.
“Oh?” His voice was aghast but you knew he was faking the shocked tone. “No underwear? Where you planning something?” He grinned up at you as he moved himself down as far as he could go but still able to hold your wrists. You refrained from snapping at him. You hadn’t worn underwear for a good decade now. You realised you didn’t care what others thought of you and you hated the restraining clothing so where was the reason to wear it?
His fingers were light against your pelvis, almost tickling you as he traced patterns into your skin. He looked back at you, the teasing smirk having left his lips and in its place was almost a snarl. HIs lip was slightly pulled back as he stared you down. You stared back at him, face pulled straight. Even though you knew he could hear your heart beating you didn’t want to give him any satisfaction that you were affected by his touch.
“Don’t want to speak for me?” His voice was dark. “I’ll get those pretty lips of yours talking, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”
You remained silent, eyes narrowing at him.
So Yunho got to work.
His lips started at your collar, placing kisses along your exposed skin trailing down to your chest, where the laces of your nightdress were beginning to come undone at how hard you were breathing. His fingers dug into your skin, nails leaving marks as he traced around the tops of your legs before finally settling on your core. You forced yourself not to move your hips into his hand.
A low growl-like sound rumbled from his chest. Within five seconds his hands came together at your chest, grasping the fabric and ripping it open, leaving you bare and your nightdress ruining, circling your waist only. His hand was back to your wrists before you could move, his fingers tapping slightly against your clit. He wasn’t playing a fair game anymore. He never really was.
His fingers played their game against your skin as his lips attacked the soft flesh of your breasts, fangs digging in slightly. Without warning your lips parted to give out a small gasp. You could feel Yunho’s lips curve up into a smirk at the sound of it against your skin as his lips encircled your nipple. Two fingers slowly traced eights around your clit before trailing lower and entering you.
“There’s that lovely sound.” He muttered against your breast. You decided then to lock your lips together. He was enjoying this way too much for your liking. “Oh!?” He exclaimed, pulling away from you within a second. “That’s not very nice, now is it my love?” He mocked, the only part of him touching you was the hold he had on your wrists.
As he pulled away from you so did a small whine. You no longer could keep it locked away, suddenly cold from his lack of presence.
“What do you want? Hmm?”
“Please,” Your voice was breathy like you had forgotten how to breathe.
“I don’t think I heard you.” His voice annoyed you. You let out what could only be described as a low growl, eyes popping open to glare at him. You strained against his hold on your wrists to no avail; you were too distracted to actually care.
“Touch me, you dickhead.” You snapped, voice thick with lust, eyes darkened with hunger. His features mirror yours as he practically dove on top of you, his skin finally against yours. His hand finally released your wrists but you made no move to relocate them yet, relishing in the way both his large hands traced the sides of your body.
The hold he had on you was strong, squeezing your sides firmly. His thumbs dug into your skin as they descended your body, stopping at the material around your hips. He glanced up at you, lips grazing your belly button. “This just won’t do.” He muttered softly but you heard him anyway. Then, the sound of material ripping reverberated around the room and your nightdress found it’s way to the floor in two pieces leaving you fully naked beneath Yunho. “Much better.”
No with no clothing in the way, his lips attached themselves to your navel, leaving a trail of love bruises on your flawless skin to show off later. As soon as you felt his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your mound a loud gasp left your lips. Your back arched a little and your eyes fluttered shut. You didn’t realise just how tense you were, just how much you craved him.
“That’s it, my love,” Yunho mumbled against your clit, his words sending vibrations against your skin that sent shivers through your whole body. “Let me hear you.”
At this point, you really had forgotten your argument from earlier, however, the feeling of discontent still ran through you. You refused to just give in like this. Finally letting your limbs move and in the blink of an eye, your left-hand fingers had threaded themselves through his hair while your right hand went to your mouth. You bit down on your own thumb in an attempt to muffle your voice. You knew how loud you could get, even when unprovoked.
But, like you suspected, Yunho did not like that.
He gripped at your wrist and tugged it from his hair, pulling your body up. With his vampire gifted speed, you were laying on your front in seconds. Your right hand trapped underneath your own body while Yunho firmly gripped the forearm of your left arm in his grasp, holding you down against your bed. “Let’s not fight, my love,” He practically spat, now almost laying against your back to whisper into your ear, “I just want to hear you, is that so much to ask?” His teeth nibbled at your ear lobe gently, waiting for you to respond.
“Yes, sir.”
“Ah ha!” He blew into your ear, “There’s my good girl. Don’t hold back, my love.” He said before biting down into your neck, just below your jaw. You knew it was coming, having agreed the words years prior to this moment, but the loud gasp that flew past your lips was enough to bring a blush to anyone’s cheeks.
The best thing about sex as a vampire was the absolute rush you got when you got bitten. You dare say it was your favourite thing about sex. In the whole world. The feeling of pure euphoria fulled you, lust swirling round in your core.
Yunho’s hands had found their way to your ass, palming the meaty flesh before assigning two firm slaps against them, jolting your forward and into the bed slightly. His fangs in your neck retracted, blood covering them and dripping down his mouth and neck, dropping onto the back of your neck. You couldn’t describe the rush that gave you, heading straight to your core. “Look at you. Aren’t you a mess.” He cooed, Letting his fangs trace blood down your back as he descended your body, two red lines streaking down your spine. Your back arched into his touch, wanting nothing more than to feel more of him.
His fingers gently poked at your opening, teasing you with the lightest of touch. The short tuts that came from him did nothing but make you yearn for him more. “You’re soaking and I haven't even touched you properly yet. You can handle me right?”
You nodded, still trying to be soundless as a form of silent protest.
“I need to hear your words, my love.” He commanded with a scanty growl, his grip on your arm tightening slightly. You could tell he was losing patience.
Face hidden in the bed sheets you let yourself smirk, “Yes sir,” but you forgot to mask your tone of voice, the colour of your voice thick with smugness. That was a wrong move.
Without a warning, three fingers had inserted themselves inside of you. You lurched forward, burying yourself deeper into the mattress at the power behind the move, a loud mewl muffled by the sheets.
“Don’t get cocky now, my love, I may have to punish you.”
I want you to, you thought. You didn’t know if it was his words that added to the slick around his fingers or your unvoiced thoughts.
His pace was fast but not fast for a vampire. His fingers slipped out of your folds quickly, his palm cupping your ass as he moved around your body. You could feel his legs either side of your own now as he hovered over your legs to stop you from moving. In his stance, you could feel his bulge straining in his underwear – for he had always simply worn a pair of boxers to bed – against your ass. Your eyes squeezed closed and a sharp gasp left your lips as you relished in the mere touch of him against where you needed him most.
He tugged your other arm from out underneath you, roughly pulling it behind your back to hold it with the other under one hand again. With both arms in his grasp he pulled your body up from the bed, your nipples, already hard, reacting more to the breeze the speed created. When you were sat up you were flush against him, your wetness painting his underwear in your sickly sweet juices. Your head fell back against his shoulder as his free hand snaked around your front to hold the side of your neck furthest away from him, his thumb pressing into your throat.
His tongue traced the small indents from where he bit you, the wounds already healing up, lapping up the blood that had dropped there. “You taste divine.”
His deep voice shattered your resolve, a long whine descended from your chest. “Please, Sir.” You repeated over and over like a broken record, squirming as much as you could in his hold.
“Please what?”
“Play with me, touch me, fuck me. Anything. Sir, please. Just do something.” Your whine grew louder as your words strung together, a moan cutting you off as he thrust upwards, his cock reaching your folds slightly from beneath his underwear.
“Bite me.” Your repeated words that begun this whole thing had a different meaning now.
Now, you writhed against him, everything you had willing him to do something, anything for you to feel him inside you. You thought of nothing else than how he was warm you up, his thick cock pushing your limits just right, how you would feel nothing but him. You wanted him inside you, you wanted his teeth on you, you wanted him to hold you down and take you, holding nothing back.
“More words, my love.”
But you had to ask nicely first.
“Please, sir. Please have me. Take me how you like, fuck me until I forget my annoyances, teach me to regret my anger at you. Please,” You were cut off as his hand moved from your neck down to your clit, his fingers tracing shallow circles around it, your eyes screwed shut.
“Continue, darling.” He was testing you now but you weren't one to give up, the annoyance you had pushed down bubbled over you.
“Yunho just fuck me.” You snapped. Strike two.
The slap against your crotch was quite a shock. You hadn’t even realised his name had slipped from your lips.
“That was naughty, my love.” He said, stopping all movement.
“I’m sorry sir, I don’t know what came over me. It won't happen again, I promise, sir.”
“Don’t make promises we both know you won’t be able to keep.”
However, he started moving again. The sound of material ripping once again tore through the room, his boxers find a place on the floor on the other side of the room. When he pulled you back to him, on top of him, the sounds that left you created a symphony for his ears. Both of you were more than ready.
Without another second of wasting time his cock was embedded inside you, his girth pushing against your walls perfectly and the slight clench you involuntarily made around him had expelled a moan from his own lips.
This time he was slow, his thrusts meticulously controlled. He wanted you to feel every inch of him as he pushed up into you at a snail’s pace. His hand left your crotch, nails leaving lines as they ascended your body. He grasped your jaw in his hand and turned your head to face his, as much as it would go. He placed a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose before diving into for a rough and passionate kiss to your lips. The grip on your jaw changed to hold onto your throat as your lips moved together. If you were still human you were sure your lips would have bruised by now.
Your third strike was one you honestly couldn't recall saying. His name left your lips as a sigh when as he moved his lips from yours to your jaw. His grip on your throat tightened and his thrusts became sharper, his lips twisting into an almost sadistic smirk. “I knew you’d break your word. Shall I break you?”
Then your face was back against the mattress as your body shot forwards. Yunho had pushed you down with the hand that held your arms behind your back but he didn’t let go. His thrusts had more control not that your ass was the only thing in the air, each one striking with more speed and power than the last. You physically couldn’t keep yourself quiet now. The room was alive with your cries and moans, the sound of hardened skin slapping against hardened skin adding to the beautiful melody you were creating. Yunho chimed in occasionally, his own moans deep as the sight of himself entering you tore up his own resolve.
You couldn’t say how long he kept you there, bringing you to the brink of release only to stop himself and let you sit and suffer until your high was gone before starting again. You could feel you tear ducts working overtime, hot streams of tears running down your cheeks and making small puddles against your bedsheets.
His fingers came down from your throat to rub harshly against your clit as he decided you had had enough. He chased his own orgasm as his movements grew weaker yet they kept their fast pace. “You can do this for me can’t you, my love?” His voice was the deepest it had been that night, “You can cum with me, darling?”
“Yes, sir!” You cried, twisting your body so you were finally looking at him. His smirk caught your gaze as he lent forward to sink his teeth into your shoulder.
The feeling of euphoria returned just fast enough for you to be overcome with pleasure. Yunho let out a guttural groan as he released inside of you. Your moan was choked as you felt his hot seed spurt out inside you, the contrasting feelings of pleasure overwhelming you as you let out your own release and fell forward as your vision turned black.
When you awoke, you were laid underneath covers, a new nightdress covering your body and Yunho sat centimetres away, twisting a pen in his fingers as he read typed up essays.
⟶ requested by ysy anon! thank you for the request lovely!
⟶ prompt(s): “They’re tall! Just like you!” and “How come he/she loves you?”
⟶ prompt change(s): “He’s so tall! Just like me!”
⟶ single mother!reader!au, coworkers!au, female reader! son!au
⟶ 2079 words
It wasn't usual for you to bring your son with you to work. It wasn't usual at all. However, when your son's babysitter called literal minutes before she was supposed to take him to inform you that she would not be able to make it you had no choice but to bring your son with you to work.
Now it wasn't like your son, Taeyoung, was much trouble. In fact, you found him an absolute angel! But he had such a curious mind and the filter of a five-year-old since he was indeed five years old. It wasn't the first time you had to bring him to your work before but it would be the first time bringing him to your new job. Your old co-workers had complained about Taeyoungs loud and bouncy personality and you were quite worried your co-workers at your new job would think the same. It wasn't that you were worried about what they thought, you really couldn't care less, you just knew it would break Taeyoungs little heart to be dismissed so quickly and you also knew how worked up you could get protecting your son's feelings. You really couldn't afford to lose another job because you "let your emotions get out of hand."
Currently, both of you sat in your car, Tae in the back happily singing along to some song on the radio. One that you had never heard but one that Tae seemed to know all the words to. You couldn't help the grin from slipping into your lips as you watched him sing his heart out without a care in the world from your rearview mirror. If you were truthful, you absolutely loved bringing your son to work with you, you loved being with him and talking to him and experiencing his curiosity. That and it was extremely funny watching him shoot down everyone he didn't like — which happened quite a lot actually. Once you had pulled into your work's car park, parked your car and got both your son and your things out of the car, you knelt down in front of Tae and gently rubbed his shoulders.
"Will you be good for mommy today?" You asked with a small smile, watching as he nodded back at you with such a big grin you could help but reflect it.
"Yes!"
"And we won't bother mommy's co-workers while they work?"
"Nope!"
"And if you have questions you'll ask me first?"
"Yes, mommy!"
"Okay then." You nodded and stood upright and put down your hand for Taeyoung to grab and the two of you walked into your work together.
Now, this job was your standard office job. You worked at a desk most of the day, on the phone or emailing other co-workers. The good thing was that you were situated on the first floor and your desk wasn't in a back corner nor was it slap bang in the middle of the room. There was space for Tae to be around you and do his own thing without interrupting anyone else.
The day went by quite well. In the morning Taeyoung did what he said he would, he sat at the empty desk next to you and drew pictures, — random things he liked the shape of, random co-workers he thought looked funny, several pictures of you, all of which he showed you with an extremely proud expression on his face — all of his questions went to you first and even when he got fidgety he didn't interrupt any of the co-workers around you. Which you were grateful for. After lunch had been and gone and he was "too full to even draw!" you could tell he would soon drop off to sleep like he usually did after eating too much. And he did.
You didn't particularly want to leave him alone or in some back room where, if he woke up and realised he didn't know where he was, he would panic. However, you knew the office itself could be extremely loud especially after lunch which was when the phone calls came in at a higher frequency. So, taking measures into your own hands, you unplugged your laptop and gathered both the laptop and your son into your arms and made your way to one of the more quieter parts of the office. You hadn't realised that the desk you thought was completely empty was in fact not completely empty at all. The desks were grouped into fours and just behind this particular group of desks was the break area. Your work was particularly gifted in the commodities of comfort. You laid Taeyoung down in a comfy beanbag chair and took a seat at the desk closest to him – not your smartest move though since that particular desk actually faced away from him.
The day continued on without much of a hitch, you got your work done and were currently caught up in a phone call, on hold, to a particularly – you wouldn't call a client boring... perhas monotonous? When you heard the distinctive voice of your child.
“Why is your hair blue?” Came the sweet chime of your son. Your head almost snapped off with how fast you looked up. Taeyoung was no longer asleep under your jacket on the beanbag chair you had left him on. Trying to calm your racing heart — do you didn’t have a heart attack or a breakdown in the middle of the office — you whipped your head around to locate the little boy.
When you found him you almost let out a sigh of relief. He was leaning against a chair behind the desk across from the one you currently sat at but he wasn’t alone. You had been so caught up in your own little bubble you had neglected to notice that you weren’t alone: that the empty group of four desks were in fact not so empty.
“My hair?”
“Yeah! Why’s it blue?”
Across from you sat a man and he did indeed have blue hair. It was a light pastel blue and under the bright lights of the office looked almost silver. He had a set of headphones over his hair, pushed back behind his ears so he could hear what Taeyoung was saying. You knew his name to be Jeong Yunho, for you had met him a couple of times — enough to be familiar with his face but not enough to say you’ve had more than a couple of conversations with the man.
You had to admit you thought he was attractive, he was tall and kind and his voice was nice to listen to, he had a warm smile: one you couldn’t help but return after seeing it. His eyes were your favourite part of his face though, they never ceased to draw you in, swirling in waves of different shades of brown. All in all he was a beautiful man and, at that moment, his amazing smile was shining towards your son. You couldn’t help but watch.
Taeyoung hung off of the arm of Yunho’s chair, one hand rubbing one of his eyes as he stared up at the man with blue hair, you could tell he was very tired.
“One of my friends did it over the weekend, I’m not sure if I like it.” Yunho let out a small chuckle.
“I like it!” Tae emphasised, almost jumping up and down on the spot.
Yunho let out a real laugh. “Well thanks, Little Man.”
“I’m not little! My name is Taeyoung.” The child smiled, letting out a yawn. You could feel the smile stretch over your lips at their interaction.
“That’s a nice name.”
“Thanks.” Tae yawned again. “My mommy gave it to me.”
“She must have good taste.”
“What’s your name Mr. Blue Hair?”
“That’s my name! How did you know!?” Yunho asked him in false shock. Taeyoung couldn’t help the giggle that filtered through his lips.
“No!” The child dragged out the word, “your real name!” Yunho laughed again before giving his full name.
You were in a state of small shock. Taeyoung was a naturally curious and sociable child but it was always a feat trying to get him to actually like people and talk to them with more than one sentence. You couldn’t help but stare at the two of them as they continued their conversation, amused that Taeyoung had continued to talk to Yunho like he was the most interesting person in the world.
Suddenly, as if he remembered that you even existed, Taeyoung lifted his head with sudden speed you were worried about his little neck.
“Mommy!” He exclaimed with a tired smile, pointing at you. You watched with a small grin as Yunho followed the little boys fingers to make eye contact with you.
“Is she your mommy?” He asked, not looking away from you. Taeyoung nodded quickly, shooting up from his leaning position, grabbing Yunho’s hand and dragging him over to your side of the desks. Yunho just let the little boy ‘drag’ him.
“Look mommy! He’s so tall! Like me!” Taeyoung beamed to the best of his ability.
You raised your eyes in mock amazement, knowing how tall Yunho was and how tall your son was. “That tall, huh? Looks like the both of your are giants!” You smiled at him as both the man and boy let out little laughs.
In no time Yunho was sat in the chair next to you while Taeyoung climbed onto his lap. His lap. Like you weren’t his mother.
“How come he likes you, huh?” You asked Yunho, scrunching up your nose and reaching out to poke Taeyoungs. “He hardly likes anyone.”
Yunho looked at you, amusement shining in his captivating eyes. “Maybe I’m just that cool.” He shrugged in a nonchalant way. You couldn’t help the affectionate smile that covered your lips.
The two of you spent almost an hour just talking. In the beginning Taeyoung would chime in with his inputs but after a while he fell silent, having fallen back asleep against Yunho’s chest. The two of you hadn’t even realised it was time to go when one of the cleaning crew came to ask if you had any things for the dishwasher.
“You’re really good with him.” You commented, packing up your things as he remained seated.
Yunho just shrugged. “I have a little girl, Hyeri.” He replied. “I think it just comes with the whole parent thing.” You nodded, understanding him. Your whole world had changed when you had Taeyoung. When his father decided neither of you were worth his time, you made Taeyoung your entire life and focus. You wouldn’t change that for the world.
Looking at your baby sleeping in Yunho’s arms have you a feeling you hadn’t felt in your tummy for a long time: the feeling of butterflies. You didn’t want to move Taeyoung from his hold for several reasons, not all of them for the benefit of your sleeping son. Taking initiative you decided to strike up a deal.
“Tell you what.” You began, as you finished packing up. “If you carry him to my car, I’ll pack up your things and carry them to your car for you. Fair?” You grinned. Yunho grinned back and nodded with a low chuckle. So, that’s what happened. Yunho carries Taeyoung to your car, going the extra mile and making sure he was seated comfortably and strapped into his car seat. The two of you were pleasantly surprised to notice that you hadn’t parked that far away from each other and that Yunho’s car was literally a row behind yours. Before you even started walking towards his car he had taken his things from you silently. You walked to his car in a comfortable silence and once you reached his car you turned to face your own car to keep it in view. You opened your mouth to give your goodbyes but Yunho had beat you to the punch, cutting in before you had a chance to even utter a sound.
“I think,” He began, looking down at you due to the height difference between you. “To make it fair, as you put it, you should bring Taeyoung to meet my Hyeri one day. I have a feeling they’ll be great friends...” He trailed off. You nodded with a sweet smile, agreeing to his offer. “And maybe, you could bring yourself and stay for dinner?”
⟶ prompt: “you are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep and, my truest love.”
⟶ no prompt changes
⟶ wolf!seonghwa!au, human!reader, female!reader
⟶ 518 words
You weren't sure why you felt the need to make pancakes at five in the evening but it wasn’t like Seonghwa was complaining. You stood in the kitchen, whisk in hand while a small stack of pancakes was slowly becoming a medium stack of pancakes. From across the kitchen of his house Seonghwa watched you with a smile upon his lips. His heart races as he took in your little quirks like the way you would hum the song stuck in your head, but only certain bars and phrases, the song coming out choppy and unfinished to anyone who was listening. He watched as you picked small bits of pancake batter from the whisk, putting them in your mouth quickly like you’d get in trouble if your were caught, even though it was only the two of you in the whole house. His heart soared as he saw you tapping your toes gently, your feet covered in a pair of fluffy socks he had bought you.
He loved you.
You had got too into your little dance and when you started spinning around Seonghwa decided to step in before you collapsed due to dizziness. He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, not particularly caring which way you faced. In his fortune, you stopped facing him, your face to his chest as you fell into him slightly. You grinned up at him sheepishly and offered him the remaining batter on the whisk. He chuckled and took it from you, stepping back to perch on a close by stool.
In that second he had made up his mind however, his mouth had opened before he realised it. “I’m a werewolf.” He blurted out. With wide eyes he watched as you froze slightly before you turned back to look at him, head cocked in confusion.
“Hwa? I know that. You told me two months ago?” Your voice was laced with confusion, as if your expression wasn't enough. You reached over and switched off the stove, moving the last pancake to the stake and taking the pan off the heat. Seonghwa admired how you thought of safety to effortlessly, remembering how he had left a pan on a hot stove overnight before and nearly burning his whole house down.
“I need to explain something.” He squinted up at you, the sunset coming through the window and bathing you in the golden tones that made you look like a jewel. “And ask you a question.”
“Okay.” You smile, setting down the plate of pancakes on the side next to him before placing a hand on his arm. “Go ahead, I’m listening.” Seonghwa took the initiative to curl an arm around your waist.
“You are the first thing on my mind, the last thought before sleep and,” Seonghwa paused, leaning forward to place his forehead against yours, his eyes fluttering closed. “My truest love.”
“Hwa?”
“I just... I just needed you to know.” His voice cracked, and your heart broke.
⟶ prompt: “you make me feel things that i’m not supposed to feel. why? why do you have this control over me? you’ve taken over most of my thoughts. it’s infuriating.”
⟶ prompt changes: taken the first why out, added a couple words.
⟶ soulmate!au, proposal!au, passing of time, colour festival!au, female!reader, named!reader, implied indian!reader
⟶ 3292 words
The one thing absolutely wonderfully maddening about the world you lived in was the concept of soulmates. That mark of a soulmate – which wasn’t really a visible thing – manifested differently in every individua and their soulmate, who had the identical mark. Some had actual marks, etched on their skin like tattoos or magic clocks that would count down till the moment they met their soulmate. Some had an invisible red string attached to a finger that only they and their soulmate could see and some saw their soulmate in their dreams. The marks really were endless.
Your particular soulmate mark manifested through your sight. Nothing was wrong with your eyes, you would even go as far as saying your sight was completely normal. Not in colour, albeit, but normal for you. You had never minded; your childhood wasn’t any different. You came to know which hue and tone of grey which colour was – with the help of your mother and sister – and you knew that your current favourite colour was a washed pink blonde hair colour. It was just a pretty tone of grey that stuck out to you, your brother had decided to colour his hair one day and when he came home from college for the holiday his hair was faded, which was how you came to know the colour.
He said, to quote, “Yeosang,” – his roommate – “botched his hair up by trying to drunk dye his hair we all,” – his group of friends – “bet we could make it look better! So, for the last five weeks there’s been a group of sixteen boys walking around campus with the same hair,” – to which your whole family laughed, you just found it endearing – “and Yeosang still managed to look the best!”
That was the first time you had heard about your soulmate. Only the two of you didn’t find out until later.
You had to admit, your family had been gifted with luck. Your parents, who shared the same soulmate tattoo on their wrists, had found each other just after high school. Your brother, the eldest of the children, had found his soulmate the first day of his first job – they were strung together by a red string only they could see. His soulmate would always refer to the string as “more of a coral colour, really.” But you found him lovely and, just like the title of a soulmate, perfect for your brother. Your sister, who was only a couple years older than you, had found her soulmate next, on the exact date of her sixteenth birthday when she woke up in the body of another person. At the time you had yet to find your own soulmate, at the young age of eighteen, but as the youngest of the family you couldn’t find yourself to complain about your older siblings finding their soulmates first.
However, now, several years later. As you turned your head to look up at the man beside you, your very own soulmate, you couldn’t help a wistful smile from gracing your lips.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Yeosang asked. He turned his head down to meet your gaze with his, eyes shining under the moonlight and laden with curiosity. His hair was the light shade of faded pinkish blonde that you loved once again.
You just shrugged, smile growing. “Just… remembering.”
A dark brown lifted as his curiosity grew stronger. He didn’t have to speak for you to know his question.
“About us.” You answered, smile now a blinding grin.
“Tell me?” He asked, pulling your closer into his chest, your knees sinking into the soft sand of the beach you sat on. His words floated around the both of you, like his whisper was dancing in the small breeze that graced you with its elegant presence.
When you first met Yeosang, it wasn’t the first time you had seen him, or heard of him for that matter. No, the first time you saw him was just a fleeting glance at a boy in the crowd. You hadn’t known why your eyes had drawn themselves to him at the time. Or maybe you did, deep down in your subconscious and that was your body’s way of telling you. Or maybe you just liked the way his face looked. It was only when he glanced back to meet your gaze when the real colour explosion happened.
You had come to Holi to celebrate. The festival of your culture being important even if you could never see the coloured dust you still threw it at your friends and family. The festival, also known as the ‘festival of spring’, or the ‘festival of colour’, or the ‘festival of love’ was something you loved attending. And you would attend even if your friends hadn’t pulled you along, literally, by the wrists every year, to celebrate a victory of good over evil on the full moon day during Phalguna. You loved it.
It was only a second of a glace. A second to hold your gazes to each other. A second was all that was needed. As the coloured dust was thrown into the air the grey faded away and you could see everything.
It was like a scene from the cheesy romance films your father loved to watch. Everything seemed to move in slow motion around you as you spun in place, unable to express the sheer amount of joy and amazement you were feeling in anything but an open jaw and wide eyes. Dust in bright colours of pink and orange and green and blue and yellow! It was simply beautiful. The colour bled into view the more you looked. You could feel you heart pumping in your chest, the grin forming over your lips as the dust and water came to stick to everything in its path.
Next to you one of your friends, Kala, had noticed your stupidly awed expression as you twisted in circles, staring up at the air, and almost screamed bloody murder as she came to the realisation of what was happening.
“Jaya!” She exclaimed, clamping her hands on your shoulders to keep you still. “You can see the dust?!”
Your focus now on her, you rolled your eyes a little. “Yes. I’m not blind.” You grinned as she rolled her own eyes in response. “The colours! You can see the colours?!”
You simply nodded. She screamed for real that time. You couldn’t help but join her, clasping each other’s hands and jumping up and down in utter and pure joy, like seven-year-olds instead of twenty-year-olds. No one stopped around you to watch because, it wasn’t uncommon for people to dance and scream during the Holi festival.
She suddenly stopped jumping, pulling you down and close to her so when she spoke normally you could still hear her. “That means your soulmate is here.”
You nodded then, you froze. Was your soulmate the boy you simply glanced at a few minutes ago? It was only a glance! How were you going to be able to find your soulmate in a crowd of thousands of people when you only saw a glance of his face?! You explained as such to Kala who also frowned with you.
“Well. We can rule out all the girls in the crowd!” She tried to be optimistic. “Anything significant you remember? Hair colour? Race?” You frowned, hair colour could be deceiving in the showers of
Like it was the greatest discovery in the world you squealed and jumped a few times more. “He’s definitely East Asian!”
“That makes things about twenty percent easier!”
It didn’t, for you never managed to find him. Even after looking for four hours. You wondered if he was looking for you too and you just kept missing one another? Or what if he wasn’t looking but rather hiding? You didn’t want to think of that.
Fortunately for you, it only took three days for you to see each other again. You noticed that the colours you could now see would begin to fade the longer you were away from your soulmate. You hadn’t realised at first, putting it down to you thinking that the bright colours of Holi were just during Holi! When you finally noticed the grey edges to everything you knew something wasn’t right.
Unfortunately for you, this was not the time you met properly but instead the second time of a fleeting glance. It was late at night, or early in the morning you couldn’t tell, when you stumbled into a 24-hour shop to buy some food because you were starving. (And both you and Kala were terrible at keeping your shared flat stocked properly.) You wandered in, still wearing your pyjamas – a set of pale blue and covered in little penguins – but you couldn’t find yourself to care about what you looked like. What you didn’t know was that as soon as you entered, the world around you brightened. The grey tint to everything was restored to it original colour. Of course, you were figurately walking in your sleep and had no clue of what was happening around you. Yeosang walked out of the shop the second you walked in, both of you connecting eyes to move out each other’s way and leaving it at that.
You often wondered if Yeosang knew you were there and was hiding or if he was just as tired and clueless as you in that moment.
When you did meet for the first time it was Christmas and your brother had brought his roommate home for the holiday because he had no way to get home. That was when you realised your soulmate was your brother’s roommate.
It wasn't as awkward as you would've expected it to be. When your brother had come home – late as per usual – you, Kala, your sister and your sister’s soulmate, Rahel were all in the kitchen helping your father make the big Christmas dinner. Christmas was something you still celebrated, not because of it’s religious connotations but because it was the time when your entire family came home to be with one another.
“Sorry I’m late, the traffic on the way here was utter and complete shit.” Your brother stated, walking straight to the kitchen and pouring himself a glass of milk from the fridge after dumping his bags at the door.
You didn’t look up to answer him. “I’m sure the fact you drive like a turtle didn’t help either.” You teased him for his bad driving.
“A turtle would be faster than him!” Your sister chimed in from next to you, looking over her shoulder to make a face at your brother. “Oh? Who’s this?” She asked, turning her body to face them now, brows raising as she noticed the person behind your brother, “That’s not Rajah.” Rajah being your brothers soulmate.
Your brother rolled his eyes - you knew he did even if you hadn't seen - and reached behind him to pull him guest into view.
“You must be Yeosang then.” Your father smiled, offering the boy a hand to shake after he wiped the flour covering it on his apron. “Glad you decided to join us, even if it was last minute. No one deserves to be alone during the holiday season.”
It was at that moment that you realised that everything around you was no longer grey, colours seeping and bleeding into each other brighter than you had ever seen them before. You almost gave yourself whiplash by how fast you turned around to face them and then, you just stared.
In hindsight, maybe it was quite awkward. And a little creepy. But you just couldn’t stop staring. Unconsciously, you were quite proud that your mouth hadn't hung open. He was the boy from the festival all those month ago! His hair was a freshly died pink – a colour you decided quickly to be your new favourite – and his eyes were a warm deep brown, full of emotion. You thought you would loose yourself if you wandered too far into them.
From an outsiders perspective, the rest of the kitchen just watched the two new soulmates stare at one another. Kala and your sister shared a glance with each other, gleeful grins taking over their expressions and they jumped up and down together in silent giddy. You brother and father switched their gazes from you and Yeosang to Kala and your sister with questions in their gazes – the realisation only coming to them after a few minutes and their unasked questions going unanswered. Rahel had disappeared to find your mother the second your brother had announced his presence.
Coming back down to earth you realised you had been staring and that may be creepy, a wash of heat rushing over your cheeks and you broke the stare contest to look at the floor. The small patch of flour that had been knocked over becoming the most interesting pile of flour in the world. Snapping out of your stupor you raised your gaze once again, a shy smile lacing your lips while you reached out a hand to introduce yourself properly to your soulmate.
“Hi.” You whispered. You took a second to clear your throat before straightening out. “I’m Jaya.”
Yeosang grinned, stepping closer to you and taking your hand. “I’m Yeosang.”
After that your mother burst through the door, throwing her arms around your brother and smothering him in kisses like she hadn’t seen him in several years instead of several weeks. Your father, now grinning, clapped Yeosang on the back and brought him into a hug – “You're in the family now, son.” He said, like the embarrassing father he was. Kala had basically jumped you with a squeal, taking the breath out of your lungs as you held on to the side to balance yourself. Then you all went back to work. Your father had given Yeosang his own apron, encouraging the boy to help and work across from you and your sister. You couldn’t help yourself casting glances up at him every ten seconds.
That night, the two of you sat together, staying up later than everyone else to just talk, to just be with each other. You sat on the floor in front of the fireplace, the fire lit to keep you warm even though the night wasn’t particularly cold. You listened to everything he had to tell you, hanging on his every word like they held the weight of the world. You were glad to know that both of your were in this together, that Yeosang wasn’t hiding from you, that he wasn’t upset but interested in his soulmate. You learned that he had spent hours looking for you during Holi with your brother, losing their other friends in the process. He told you about the night before they drove back to their apartment when he couldn’t sleep and went to the closest 24-hour convenience store for some ramen, how everything became bright again just as he left and how crushed he felt when he realised too late that you had been right there yet again. You grinned as you told him your side of the similar stories, laughing with one another until you couldn’t fight the sleep that would inevitably overcome you.
In the morning the two of you were discovered, still on the floor, curled up into one another in front of a burnt out fire and surrounded by four different mugs - to of which were still half full.
The two of you spent the next four days together, with your family. Participating in family activities and games, just enjoying the company during the holiday. When he and your brother left to go back home you had completely forgotten you didn’t have his number. Your brother, being the dumbass he was, had broken his phone the day you had messaged him about it and completely forgot about it when he had bought a new one.
The next time you saw him was four months later in the middle of the night. After the colours had faded back to grey, looking duller than they ever had, you found yourself sadder than you ever had. You had been crying your eyes out, sad and lonely and missing the man you knew as your soulmate. The knocking at your door scared you enough that you let a choked squeal slip though your lips. You hurried to wipe your cheeks, even though they’d become damp with salty tears again in seconds, and made your way to the door. When you finally opened the door, the grey tones you were seeing dissipated and in front of you stood Yeosang, illuminated with the hallway lights and looking like an angel. He was leaning against the frame, head down, drenched from the rain storm that thundered down outside. Your eyes widened at the sight of him, your voice cracking as you stuttered out his name.
“Yeo... Yeosang? What? How?”
He didn’t answer you.
When he lifted his head you could see the redness around his eyes and you quickly pulled him into your apartment. Once the door was closed and the two of your were stood in your open-plan apartment he finally looked at you in the eye. He reached up a hand and wiped away the last teat that fell down your cheek before collapsing down on your couch. He didn’t pass out, his legs were just tired. You were about to leave to go get him a towel but he grabbed your wrist and gentle pulled you to sit on his lap, drawing you close so that your foreheads were touching. And when he finally spoke, it was in broken whispers, his own voice cracking like he hadn’t used it in a long while.
“You make me feel things.” He began, fingers curling into your sides like he thought you’d be ripped away from him at any second. “Things I’m not supposed to feel.” He let his eyes close and so did you, just basking in each others hold, faces close like you’d never see each other again. “Why do you have such control over me? You’ve taken over all my thoughts.”
“Is that a good thing?” Your voice whispered back before you realised you had spoke.
“It’s rather infuriating actually.” He chuckled, eyes opening as he pulled away slightly. “I couldn’t stand it anymore. Took me forever to gather the courage to ask your mother where you lived. By the way, your brother is actually useless.” He spoke, voice no longer a whisper but not finding the need to be loud. The two of you shared a laugh as you spluttered out a teary “I know right.” The two of you shared your first kiss that night. You sat in his lap while his wet clothes stuck to him.
Now, Yeosang brought you away from your stories with a kiss to your shoulder. Your eyes focused and you realised that the sun rise you had stayed up for was happening. You looked at him, love clouding your vision, the pinks and oranges of the rising sun bathing him in gold.
“I have a question.” He mumbled against your skin. You watched as he turned slightly to dig into his pockets, pulling a small box out in one hand before holding it out for you to take. With no words exchanged between you, you took the box into your own hands, opening it up slowly and coming face to face with an engagement ring you adored.
“Will you do the honour of being my soulmate on paper as well as my heart?”
The night was no longer young when you started running. You and Hongjoong, your partner in crime - literally and figuratively, had just successfully stolen an extremely precious jewel from an extremely wealthy old man and were currently running through the thick line of trees that surrounded the lush cliff-top neighbourhood.
When you had reached a clearing, the edge of a cliff that overlooked the wealthy city below you - twinkling lights creating a mirrors image to the clear starry sky, you finally stopped running to catch your breath.
Hongjoong, who was a slightly faster runner than you were had stopped a face paces in front of you, chest heaving as he refilled his lungs with air. Before you knew it he was whipping around to face you.Hongjoong ripped off the balaclava covering his handsome face and turns to you with a grin, the twinkle in his eyes sending jolts through your body. “You! Are brilliant!” He exclaimed, cupping your face in his gloved hands and pulling you close for a kiss.
When you pulled away for air you could feel the warmth on your cheeks so you decided to change the subject.“We got a real beauty, didn’t we?”
Hongjoong didn’t frown, the adrenaline running through his blood forbade him. He took a step closer to you and looked across at you with such a loving gaze you thought you could feel his love channel into you like magic. “Nothing in the jewelled city could compare to you.” He whispered, breath still heavy but not as much as before.
“All I did was crack a keypad.”
Hongjoong grinned at you, pressing another kiss to your lips. “And that's how we got in. Without you we wouldn’t have it. You're brilliant. Before you could reply, cheeks ablaze, you were cut off with familiar wailing sirens.
“C’mon, lets go. I can already hear the police cars.”
⟶ prompt: “i brought the snacks! who are we killing?”
⟶ no prompt changes
⟶ assassin!au, really bad assassin!au, assassin!partners, implied male!realer
⟶ 649 words
“You’re late.” You muttered as you heard the door to your surveillance van slide open and closed. You knew it was Wooyoung and you knew his stupid grin – the one he always wore when he was proud of himself for doing something completely stupid – was plastered across his face. You had seen his on the camera attached to the top of the van. (It wasn’t the best placement for a camera for staying innocuous to passers by but neither of you had thought about that.)
“I brought your favourite though!” Wooyoung exclaimed, coming to plonk himself in the chair next to yours, which just happened to be the driver’s seat – because he was the driver – and practically threw the contents in his arms onto your lap. You had to force yourself not to roll your eyes so hard they retracted back into your skull but looked down to your lap nevertheless.
A small smile lifted to your lips as you perked up at the sight of your favourite snack, which Wooyoung had indeed gotten for you. Without looking at him to thank him – you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he had made your night – and ripped the packaging open quickly.
You heard Wooyoung give out a satisfied chuckle as his grin widened, delighted with himself. “Well, I brought the snacks! Who are we killing?”
This time you did roll your eyes, finishing the last chew of your current mouthful to shoot him an unimpressed glare. “Did you not read the file at all?”
Wooyoung shrugged, looking away from you – which is how you knew your assumption was correct – and you let out a sigh. “This drug lord’s lacky or something. He slipped up and we’ve been tasked to take him out, that’s all you need to know I guess.” You would never admit you hadn’t read the entire file either.
Wooyoung swung his gaze back at you with a grin, pointing at the camera system you had hacked into with one hand while he cocked a gun with the other. “Well I think it’s go time” To this you finally grinned back at him, grabbing your own gun.
It was time to get some cash.
Once you had made your way out of the van, slipping woollen masks over your faces, the two of you made your way to the fence you’d have to climb to get inside. You watched Wooyoung go first, pulling himself u easily enough and almost losing balance and falling over from the top. He recovered well enough, shooting you a small finger gun, proud of himself. Once he was up and over it was your turn, who completed the task quite like Wooyoung. (Neither of you observing the gate in the fence not even two meters away or taking note of the fact the gate was unlocked.)
Once inside the house you didn’t want to spend much time inside. The less time you were there the less trace you’d leave. However, one thing caught your eye that made you stop. It was a picture of a man and two little girls, most likely his children. You were a little confused because the man in the picture looked nothing like the man in the file – and there was no mention of children at all. Your eyes widened slightly as you came to a realisation.
“Wooyoung?”
“Yeah?”
“This is the wrong house.”
“FUCK!” Wooyoung shouted. You felt your eyes widen. How could he be so loud whilst you were standing in the middle of a house not belonging to the target and would definitely wake up and call the cops.
“SHUT UP!” You shouted back before slamming a hand over your own mouth, scolding yourself for the same reason. And at that moment, lights switched on and a loud alarm sounded through the house. You were screwed. (And officially the worst assassins in existence.)
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