✴︎ genre : angst, mystery, I don’t know 😭 Kyungsoo is an idol tho
✴︎ warnings : mentions of suicide, description of smoking
✴︎ wc : 750
✴︎ a/n : I guess this is loosely inspired by smoking Soo from Room No.7? I’m honestly not sure.
“You’re staring again.”
He stated in a matter-of-factly manner. The dim lighting of the living room illuminated his skin too well, giving it a soft glow even though the rest of the space was pitch black. Nevertheless, his was special. He’s like those people you could easily see in the middle of a crowd, always so glowing that in the darkest night, he’s all you see. The little light reflected the moles on his face. A few on his cheeks, the ones on his chin that is always covered by makeup and a little one on his lips- the less prominent one people like to miss.
“You’re spacing out, stop that” he quipped, “I don’t like when your eyes go blank like this.” he sighed before picking up another cigarette from the pack. He lit it up and brought it to his mouth, inhaling a deep breath of nicotine before puffing out a heavy wisp, covering the room. You stared at him wordlessly, gazing at him and the filled ashtray, remnants of the nicotine sticks crowded the tray with bits of ashes falling down dirtying the floor.
“You picked up smoking, again.” It was now your turn to state a matter-of-fact opinion. You hated this habit of his, smoking. No matter how much he mentioned how smoking helps him stay sane, you refused to understand. Because with each puff, you felt him slowly chipping away just like the smoke coming out from his lips.
There were times where you got into fights because of his habits, commotion filled with yelling and screaming due to the deadly little sticks. Both of you were too young then, too foolish and obviously way too naïve to be playing house with each other.
To think about it, you were willing to do anything to bring those heated moments back. The never ending bickering filled with so much raw emotions. You’d do anything to redo it all over again, anything but this. Staring into each other, silently killing each other inside wordlessly in the darkness of once a vivid living space.
He held his gaze at your figure and the way that the hollow of your cheeks becomes visible each day broke him more than he’d like to admit. But to be fair, he knew a part of it was his fault anyways. He gave a low hum as if he wanted your attention. It was a stupid move knowing that you wouldn’t care, you stopped caring about him a long time ago.
“I can’t do this.” He took another huff and stared at the ceilings, paying little to no attention to the fact that the room was nearly pitch black.
“Neither can I.”
Something inside of him snapped as if your response pushed his buttons, “Stop that. Stop trying to respond to me.”
“Isn’t that what you want? For me to respond- talk to you?” You countered back almost immediately, a sharp tone coming out of you.
He sighed and ruffled his hair out of frustration before taking another cigarette out from its box, lighting his nth stick. He lit it up slowly, in contrast with the hold he has on the stick, you reckon he’d crush the cigarette soon before having a whiff from it with that hold.
“It’s not like you could,” he replied while kissing the toxins with his plump lips.
“Then what are you doing now, Soo?”
“Fuck. I- I don’t know. Maybe I’m angry? That you’re suddenly dead but I’m still fucking here walking in circles. Life’s already shit and now I need to wait for something half as good as you?! Hell- maybe I should be angry y/n. You should’ve gave me a heads up, you know? Something along the lines with, ‘hey I might take my own life tomorrow?’ would be fucking great! But maybe I’m scared that I’ll miss you? I know I’ll fucking miss you, I’ll get hooked by cigs again and half of it- is your fault! Do you know how fucking unfair this is? For God’s sake… why did you do this?” Kyungsoo huffed and puffed before exhaling an exhausted breath.
“Do you know that for all the times that you started hating life, you started to despise me, I never stopped loving you? Fuck- not an inch of me isn’t filled with love for you. Do you know how much I love you?” He spoke into thin air.
He took another draw before staring at your lifeless body. It was apparent that his eyes were again brimming with tears. He sobbed like a mad man when he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
The fact was, Do Kyungsoo had been crying for the past 2 hours. During that time, a confused and lost Do Kyungsoo had finished a pack and a half of cigarettes.
He had found you in the dark after work, not breathing, soulless in the corners of what he called home. Much like your soul, his sanity had left him the second he saw you. He hesitantly held your hand once in a while, checking if the warmth of your body was still there. He knew he probably had his screws loose by now.
After his last cigarette, Kyungsoo had his last straw. He finally fished out his phone and jammed the numbers of the emergency line, something he supposed to do hours ago.
“911? My girlfriend took her own life.”
“OD. Two and a half hours ago.”
“Lifeless, on the floor.”
“I- I don’t know… I don’t think I had any reasons to call sooner? She- she was already dead…”
kyungsoo is silent by nature. you knew this when he sat in the cubicle next to yours and when he asked you out for the first time. you had expected him to be a silent lover as well. keyword being: had.
there was something about the only time he was ever loud was in the confines of your bedroom that made you go mad. it was like he reserved his noises for you and you alone. he never whispered his praises, he wanted the world to know how tight you were, how good you felt around him, just everything. being able to bring out the loudness in him was something you would rather die for than give up.
Your hand settled against Kyungsoo’s chest as you began to feel sleep hit you. His arm instantly tightened around your waist in response, keeping you tighter into his side as a heavy sigh of frustration escaped from him, brushing the top of your head.
Instantly, your eyes opened up, as his fingers began to tap against your side. It was a nervous habit of Kyungsoo’s that you’d learnt over the years, whenever he was irritated or unable to settle, he’d mess with something in the hope that in the end it would be enough to wear him down.
To begin with, you were sure that you could ignore the tapping, but as it got faster, and a little bit more forceful too, you knew Kyungsoo needed you. You pushed yourself up carefully so that your eyes could look up at him staring off to the ceiling.
“Kyungsoo, are you alright?”
His eyes looked down at the sound of your voice, feeling his heart quicken as he studied the soft smile on your face. As his head nodded back at you, you let go of a quick apology, understanding just how hard it all was for him.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” he whispered, keeping his voice low, “I just can’t seem to be able to drift off to sleep. Lyrics keep swirling around in my head and all these dates that I know are on my schedule too.
You pushed yourself up even further, allowing your lips to press softly to his. His arm kept you in position, propping you up so that he could feel your lips on his a few more times before allowing you to settle back against his chest.
Once you were comfortable, his lips diverted to press against the top of your head, allowing his hands to continue to dance along your waist. You were happy leaving Kyungsoo to do whatever he needed in order to try and get some sleep.
After a few minutes, you could finally feel his heart begin to settle, and his body untense around you. His lips continued to press to the top of your head every few minutes, little tokens of how appreciative he was to have you in his life.
“Has this helped a little bit?” You quietly asked him.
“Definitely,” he hummed back at you, leaning into the crook of your neck, “it turns out a kiss from you really can be the answer to all of my problems sometimes.”
“As if,” you laughed, feeling his lips move to press against the skin underneath your jaw. “If it’s helping, why don’t you try and close your eyes again Kyungsoo? See if you can finally get some rest in you before work tomorrow.”
His head shook, moving away from your neck so that his eyes could meet yours again, continuing to admire the wide smile that you wore.
“If I sleep, you sleep,” he suggested, “because I know you’ll stay awake and watch me for a while.”
“Of course,” you smiled, pressing your hand to his cheek, “I want to make sure that you rest well.”
His face nuzzled into the palm of your hand, allowing your fingertips to gently brush through the shorter strands of hair that shaped his face. As your thumb brushed against his cheekbone, his eyes began to flutter open and closed.
As sleep began to rule over Kyungsoo, you could see how much calmer his expression was, as his mind began to clear from all of the things that had been clouding him.
As you went to move your hand away though, a soft hum came from him. “Don’t let me sleep alone just yet,” he requested, placing your hand right back where it was.
You couldn’t help but chuckle at how soft Kyungsoo had become, with the corners of his own mouth turning up in surprise at just how needy he sounded for you.
“Can you move closer so I can keep kissing you?” He then asked, rolling onto his side so that you could move forwards and rest against his chest. “That way I can sleep.”
“Well, if it helps you sleep, I guess it would be rude of me not to cuddle up to you.”
“Very rude,” he agreed, snaking his arm around your waist, as your hand moved from his cheek to his chest. “Sleepy kisses might just be my new favourite kisses to exchange these days.”
Another chuckle came from him as his lips began to press against the top of your head, scattering across your hairline. It was a side of Kyungsoo that very few got to see, but it was a side that you most definitely adored.
“I can’t see you anymore to know if you’re eyes are closed or not,” you frowned, “you made me lay here on purpose so I couldn’t see you, right?”
“My eyes are closed, and I’m already dreaming of you, I promise you that much.”
“Now I definitely don’t believe you,” you laughed, trying to lean back and look up at Kyungsoo, but he managed to lean far enough back too so that you couldn’t see.”
He chuckled softly, “I just want to watch you for a while and then I promise I’ll fall asleep. It helps my heart settle knowing that you’re resting well and feeling loved by me.”
You knew that was Kyungsoo’s way of politely letting you know that he still felt sleep was a way off but knowing that he at least wasn’t as stressed about everything on his mind was a great deal of comfort for you.
“I know you tend to feel like you can deal with your problems alone Kyungsoo, but please remember that I’m here too. If you just want to lay like this for a while and get anything off your chest, then I’d always be here to listen.”
“No, you need to sleep,” he sniggered, pressing further against the top of your head, “but I do appreciate greatly that you’re always here for me and caring for me.”
“As I do to you too,” you whispered back at him, “but I can’t sleep knowing that you’re not sleeping Kyungsoo.”
“I’m happy just kissing you for now.”
Your head shook as he continued to press along your hairline, tightening his arms around you so that you couldn’t try and look up at him again. Kyungsoo was stubborn, and when he knew how his body was feeling, there was no changing his mind.
“When you do feel sleepy, close your eyes,” you instructed, poking his abs, “don’t stay up all night kissing me just to be tired at work tomorrow.”
“Being awake doesn’t seem as bad as it did half an hour ago now that I’ve got you laying properly beside me,” he mused, “I’m quite enjoying being able to embrace the moment with you for once without feeling stressed.”
“Sleeping would help you feel less stressed,” you continued to try and argue, “but knowing that you’re at least a little bit more relaxed will do for now. Just please look after yourself for the rest of the night now.”
“Will you stay laying here?”
“I will,” you confirmed, hearing a soft hum come from above your head.”
“In that case, I definitely will look after myself.”
A/N: This was purely based on his mv. I haven’t written anything this fast in so long.
It’s also a little different than my other works, this is quite pure and more a soft story than anything else
Tags: med student D.O, Art history student reader, fem reader, aquaintences to lovers, cheesy romance, a kiss, domestic life, a little mention of something suggestive at the end but nothing serious
Word count: 3770
“She surely got her hair from her father.” The thought ran through your mind as you slipped the brush through her hair. It was silky and easy to manage, lovely, it was lovely just like his. She truly did resemble him, made him feel like he was around even when he wasn’t.
“Let me know if I’m pulling too hard.” You said, allowing the brush to slide through her wet hair again. “Okay mommy.” Her voice was so sweet, it melted your heart. She was your absolute world and these moments before bed were your favorite. Brushing her hair, her teeth and tucking her in, they were precious moments. Moments you knew Kyungsoo would love to be around to see.
“Alright, all done! Time for bed.” You said, putting the hair brush down and watching her run from the bathroom to her bedroom. You followed her slowly, a soft smile on your face as you did so. You were in no rush to end your nightly routine, after all you cherished these moments.
Once you reached her bedroom, you couldn’t help but laugh as you found that she was already tucked in, with her stuffed dog tucked under her arm snuggly. “I even tucked myself in for you! Now you can tell me a longer story.” You laughed at her words, so that was what this was all about.
“A longer story? That’s what this is about? Well what type of story do you want to hear?” You asked her, stroking her cheeks as you laid down next to her. “How you and Daddy fell in love.” Her words had you stumped for a moment. It was natural for children to be curious about these stories, you just hadn’t expected it tonight... from your 8 year old. Kids were full of surprises.
“You want to hear that story? That is a long story.” You said, thinking back to the fond memories with a smile. She nodded and you let out a fake annoyed sigh. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You told her and watched as she adjusted the way she laid down to look at you. “Well, it started with your father coming into the café almost everyday to watch me work-” You started, only to hear the bedroom door open.
“Don’t go telling her lies now.”
“Daddy!” Your daughter cheered, seeing Kyungsoo standing in the door frame. “Hello my angels.” He said softly, walking over to the bed and leaning over to plant a kiss on both of your forehead’s. “Now what is this I hear about me watching you work? That’s not how I remember it.” He said with a laugh, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand extended, lacing his fingers with yours as you stuck your tongue out at him. You might have been married with kids, but you two were still the same as how you started.
“Well then how do you remember it?” You asked and he took a deep breath, hand squeezing yours. He didn’t have to dig far into his memory, it was like yesterday to him and everytime he looked at you, he felt it all over again.
~“Some day, ten years ago, I was having a really bad day.”
A bad day was the right description, his bicycle had gotten a flat tire in the middle of the day and well, then it decided to pour rain and get all of the papers in his bag wet. Yes, you’re truly stereotypical bad day.
Kyungsoo was truly cursing out the weather, it said on the radio that it was going to be sunny all day. So now here he was, pushing his bicycle in the pouring rain and trying to protect his canvas bag filled with school papers and books. Groaning in dismay, he paused pushing the bicycle and looked up at the sky. The poor college student could hardly see in the first place, now that his glasses were filled with rain drops it didn’t help. Taking them off, he decided to squint and push forward towards the building he could make out through the trees of the park.
Normally on a regular day, he wouldn’t have even noticed it but now he was looking for somewhere to stay inside. At least, until the rain got a little less agressive.
He stopped in front of the door, reading the sign to himself quietly. “Café Rose...” A café, it couldn’t have been too bad right? Or expensive? It was near a college campus, of course it wasn’t. But he didn’t really care. All he wanted was a warm cup of coffee and a dry place to sit.
Walking in, he was greeted with the smell of coffee and what he assumed where flowers on the wall. His glasses were still tucked into his shirt and well, he really couldn’t see very well.
“Hi can I get you anything?” It was a sing-song like voice that greeted him from behind the counter and it snapped him out of the relief he was feeling from being inside. “Uh yeah, give me a second.” He looked over the counter, squinting past the servers face to look at the menu but having a hard time. He was about to just give up, grab a simple coffee and go to save himself the embarrassment.
“Let me help you.” The server reached over the counter and took his glasses from his shirt. The action caught him off guard completely, making him adjust his bag as the server cleaned off his glasses.
Now he expected them to just hand them back, but they went the extra mile. Slipped the glasses onto his face and allowing them to rest on the bridge of his nose. Kyungsoo was in shock, but at least he could see.
The servers face became clear, revealing a messy ponytail, a burlap apron and a light blue t-shirt. They looked cheery, despite the weather, obviously not having quite the day he was having.
“Can I have a rose cappuccino?” He asked hesitantly and the server nodded, typing it into her machine. He took the moment to look at the name tag, mulling it over in his head after reading it. “Y/n... Y/N... nice name.” He said in his head as you smiled at him. Oh he must’ve been a sight for sore eyes, looking like a wet puppy.
“Alright! Have a seat, I’ll bring it to you.” You said, gesturing to the chairs and tables throughout the café. Kyungsoo wasn’t going to say no to this, he was finally dry. So he took his bag off of his shoulder and made his way to the nearest table.
He instantly started fishing loose papers out of his bags, spreading them out over the small space in the hopes to salvage them. They weren’t too damaged but still appreciating being laid out to dry. Any longer in the rain and the notes wouldn’t be legible anymore.
Kyungsoo puffed out a sigh of relief, noting that the damage wasn’t too bad and ran his fingers through his wet hair. He wanted the day to be over, this mess, coupled with the paper on aneurysms he was doing research for, Kyungsoo just needed a little break. Maybe this was the universe’s way of telling him to slow down.
“One rose cappucino.” Your voice was smooth as you interupted his thoughts, placing the cup and saucer on the table next to his papers. You couldn’t help yourself, really, but be curious. It’s not everyday a lost looking, puppy eyed, cute boy walked into the shop. Let alone one that seemed smart and well a little dopey. The face he made when you slid his glasses onto his face was something that you wouldn’t forget, even if you never saw him again.
“Cute.” Kyungsoo remarked, seeing the rose stenciled in the foam of his drink. “Isn’t it? Kind of cheesy but, cheesy can be good.” You said, eyes trailing over his papers and his eyes trailed over you.
You were pretty, a little tired looking and dishevelled, coupled with slightly chipped yellow nail polish, however it didn’t diminish how pretty you were to him. The down to earth type of pretty.
“I can’t understand anything that’s written here. You must be crazy smart or some sort of med student.” You joked, not expecting to be right on the money, until he looked up at you. “Well I am a med student.” He said timidly, he always felt shy about his chosen profession. Becoming a doctor came with alot of pressure.
“Wow, that’s really cool. I could never. I was never good at school.” You said, alternating between standing on your toes and the balls of your feet. He was just looking at you with fascination as you spoke. It just came easy to you.
“I’ve never seen you in here before.” You commented again, really only having a one sided conversation because well, there weren’t alot of customers and you were bored. “Yeah, it’s my first time in here. My bike got a flat and then it started to pour.” He admitted and you started to fidget with your tray. “So it was fate. The universe is telling you something. You should come by more often.” You said in response before gesturing towards his coffee.
“I’ll leave you to it, before your coffee gets cold.”
Kyungsoo found himself in that café often from that moment on. He found it a nice place to study, to take notes and do research and well, he liked looking at you. So what you told your daughter wasn’t entirely a lie.
A few times he had come in to find you also there as a customer, taking notes haphazardly and looking tired. Seems you were also a student, just fighting to make it through your lessons and do well. He could admire that. So he simply let you be, not wanting to disturb you because he knew it was hard.
It was nice to see him there under better circumstances, clean glasses, dry hair and clothes, it made him more appealing. However he seemed to truly resort back into the studious med student type. Very focussed on his work every time he came in. You, yourself had taken time off to study as well. Papers were due, exams were coming and you felt yourself slipping. But studying was never your forté, so 90% of the time you could only stare at him with envy. You wished you could ask him for help, but what would the med student want to do with the frazzled art student?
These thoughts were going through your mind as you walked to the café, getting ready for your shift and wondering if your silent friend would be there again. He really hadn’t spoken much to you the first time you met him, you didn’t even know his name. But he was on your mind, ever since he made that face when you cleaned his glasses.
You were so focussed on your thoughts that it took the ringing of a bicycle bell to snap you out of it. Looking up you were met with those big puppy dog eyes as he tried to stop his bike in time from hitting you.
“I’m so sorry! I was spaced out.” You said as he stopped his bike and taking his headphones off. “So was I.” He laughed, flashing a beautiful smile your direction. “Were you headed to the café?” You asked, tucking a hair behind your ear in anticipation. “No not today, I was heading home.” You couldn’t hide your disappointment in your face but nodded anyways.
“Oh... I was wondering something.” You moved on, not quite caring if you were a little late. “What’s your name?” You added, flashing a smile at him that you got in return again. “Kyungsoo, Do Kyungsoo.” He told you, making you look at the ground. His name felt nice in your mouth, it felt right.
“I’m Y/N.” You told him in return, extending your hand to him. “I know, you wear a name tag.” He said, taking your hand in his and shaking it gently. “So, Kyungsoo the med student... I’ve been wondering something else.” You hesitated with this. It was quite an odd request, especially since you didn’t even go to the same school.
“I’m going to assume you make good grades.” You said, leaving a space in your sentences for him to say something. “Fairly so, why?” You were relieved at his response, meanwhile he was getting nervous and gripping on to the handles of his bike.
“Can you help me study? I know you’ve seen me study here before and well frankly I suck. Your notes always seems so neat and you do well so maybe you can teach me how to study?” He didn’t know where you were going with your question, but he didn’t expect it to end here and he really couldn’t help himself but smile.
“Teach you how to study? I can do that.” And with those words, it was settled. Kyungsoo had his change of pace and you, well you had your saving grace. You definitely would have failed your classes if it wasn’t for him, though you didn’t want to admit that.
It started off as study dates on your days off, meeting up in the cafe and going over your material together. He helped you organize notes, quized you, made you laugh when you felt like you couldn’t. You could feel yourself falling for him, in a way you had never fallen for anyone before.
You even started helping him study, quizing him with flash cards and learning things about surgery and medical terms you never thought you would know. At least terms you almost knew you would never need to know. But it was interesting none the less.
You really couldn’t tell if he felt the same, he was quite a bit better at hiding his feelings towards you. But there were those moments where he let out a laugh he didn’t mean too, or blushed a bit harder when you complimented him. You didn’t know it, but Kyungsoo was absolutely smitten over you. But like you, he wasn’t sure you shared the feelings. For being 2 very smart people (albeit in different ways) you were very dumb when it came to love.
Exams were around the corner, which made studying in the café a little harder because study sessions stretched into the night and instead coffee and muffins, you were eating chicken and drinking beer. Instead of being at the café, you were at his small, quaint little house.
There was a comfortable silence in the room as you lifted the can of beer to your lips, quickly returning to scribbling in your notes. Kyungsoo was sat across from you, mimicing your position on the floor and taking his own notes diligently. Truly your arrangement was odd, working together but on completely different subjects, but it worked.
“Quiz me?” He asked, holding up his flashcards in your direction. You both liked doing this a lot, it was a lot more than just revising notes and well since it was getting late, it was a great way to close the study session. “Fine, as long as you do me.” You told him, sliding your own cards over the table. He smiled at your response, his days were most definitely brighter since you were in them. Even now, at night, in a dim lit living room and sitting on the floor with the smell of fried chicken in the air, he couldn’t help but feel so happy.
“What is a subdural hematoma? This sounds like an easy one, if you don’t know this shame on you.” You joked, not knowing the answer at all yourself but seeing the answer on the back of the card did not make things easier. “Oh, that is easy. It’s a type of brain bleed that finds itself inbetween the inner layer of the dura mater and the arachnoid mater of the meninges surrounding the brain.” He said, smiling proudly at himself. It was an easy question, you weren’t wrong. “You are correct... you’d think I’d start remembering these things the more we do these but they go straight over my head.” You admitted, leaning back and watching as he sifted through your flash cards.
Kyungsoo was looking particularly handsome that evening, a simple plaid button up on his shoulders with a white t-shirt underneath and he was wearing his glasses. You absolutely loved it when he wore his glasses. They just made his eyes sparkle even more and they framed his face beautifully. Not to mention his lips, they were just so pouty as always, and you couldn’t really take your eyes off of them.
“Hey, I asked you a question. What were some of the most prodominant artists in the Baroque time period?” He snapped you out of your thoughts, making your cheeks flush slightly as you pulled your knees to your chest. “Uhhhhhh, Carvaggio, Rembrandt.... and one more.” You said, grinning cheekily because the other had slipped your mind. He started laughing, nodding a little bit as he did so. “You’re not wrong. You’re missing Reubens.” He said and placed the card on the bottom of the stack.
“You don’t have a boyfriend or anything, right?” The question caught you immensly off guard. Not because he was asking it, but because you thought it was obvious. “No, Kyungsoo, I don’t have a boyfriend.” You smiled, watching him scoot around the table to your side. “You don’t have some sort of nursing student girlfriend, do you?” You asked, as a joke at first. But the curiousity was truly there. You really, really, really liked him.
“No, I don’t have a girlfriend.” He didn’t quite know what had gotten into himself. Maybe it was the beer, the atmosphere, or maybe it was just the way you looked at him. As someone who wanted to be a doctor, he didn’t quite like to make decisions based off of emotions or feelings, he liked facts and statistics, things that had a logical reason. But there truly wasn’t a logical reason to the way he was feeling, he just knew in his gut that you were going to marry him some day.
“That’s nice, that you don’t have a girlfriend. Means that I don’t have to be all too guilty about having a crush on you.” You were honest, not quite wanting to hide your feelings anymore. Even if he didn’t feel the same.
“That’s a relief, means that I don’t have to feel guilty about having a crush on you too.” He said softly, making you turn your head to look at him. He was looking at the wall, avoiding eye contact because his cheeks and ears were burning. That was until he felt you tug on his plaid shirt slightly. Kyungsoo turned his head to find your face close to his.
“I would really like it if you kissed me, Kyungsoo.” You said softly, eyes glancing down to his lips and he couldn’t hesitate anymore. He did it, he kissed you softly and well from that moment on it was history. ~
“So mommy asked you to kiss her?” Your daughter asked and you shook your head slightly, knowing it was true but admitting defeat. “Asked? She begged me to kiss her.” Kyungsoo lied, looking at you as you gasped and dodged the light slap you threw at him.
“Remember what we taught you about lying? Remember that lying is bad, Daddy needs a refresher.” You said, stroking her hair as she yawned. You glanced back to Kyungsoo, knowing that he was thinking the same. It was bed time.
“It’s time to go to sleep, sweetheart.” He said, leaning over and kissing her forehead before standing up. Extending his hand, he helped you out of her bed and you kissed her as well. “Goodnight, I love you.” You said softly and she yawned again. “Wait, what happened after that?” She asked, fighting to keep her eyes open. You looked at Kyungsoo again and then pulled her blankets up a little higher. “Well, 2 years later we got married and then we had you.” He said, placing a light hand on your hip. “You can hear more tomorrow. Now, goodnight.” He added on and tugged you along slightly.
Kyungsoo loved bed time with his daughter, but he also loved the alone time with his wife afterwards.
“The more I look at her, the more I see you.” Kyungsoo called out from the kitchen, pouring you both a glass of wine. “That’s funny, I see you when I look at her.” You called back, settling onto the couch for the evening and enjoying the quiet.
“How was work today?” You asked him as he sat down next to you, sinking into you slightly. He craved your touch, especially after the long day he had. His head was on your chest and you threaded your fingers through his hair, this was his safe spot.
“Long, just really long. Sorry that I came home so late, I had a lot of paperwork to do.” He clarified, watching as you sipped your wine. You were still so beautiful to him, 10 years later and you didn’t look much different from the first day he had seen you. Brightly colored, chipped nail polish and a messy head of hair, absolutely stunning.
Kyungsoo turned his head a little more, now being in the prime position to lace soft kisses over your neck. “You remember how that story really ends? It wasn’t just a kiss.” He mumbled into your neck and you hummed in content. “Mmmm, I most definitely remember how that story ends. Glad we told our daughter the PG version.” You laughed, only for your breath to hitch as his face was directly in front of yours.
“Care to take a trip down memory lane again?” He asked you, a cheeky smile plastered over his lips and he put your wine glass down on the table. “Hmm, we did leave the story a little wide open.” You smiled in response, kissing his lips gently and cupping his face.
He couldn’t feel any luckier, truly. Kyungsoo had a steady job, an incredibly smart and beautiful wife that he loved and a daughter who was his entire world. He was the textbook definition of happy and he felt that coming home every day.
“Thank you for making my bad day better ten years ago.”
A/N: I really, truly, love this writing of mine. It’s soft and sweet and I’m just proud of it. I loved writing it, it went smoothly and it feels like it has emotional weight.
I hope you like it as much as I do, I don’t write for D.O as much as I should.
genre: romance, a bit of angst, and smut of course
word count: 13.9k (Lmao this is the longest story I have ever written in my life jfc)
W: Religious? Cause demons and Nephilim... Corruption kink, but not what you think, un-protected sex, some real cheesy love shit
This fic is a part of an EXO collaboration! 12 Days of Lust is the summary list if you’d like to take a look~ one day for each OT12 member~ I really hope you enjoy!
(The beautiful header image was made as a gift by my best friend @gamerboychoi, thank you angel~)
Summary: y/n grew up in an adopted family, unaware of her origins. On her twenty-second birthday, her friend Kayla whom dabbles in the occult, gives her a strange book, telling her it can answer her questions if she uses it properly. Y/n being the innocent and curious woman she is, asked herself, “What could go wrong?”. Unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately depending on how you look at it), she accidentally performs the wrong spells, and summons a mysterious and dark incubus. There is something about him that peaks her curiosity more than it should, though...
“Happy birthday, y/n!” Kayla yelled from behind you, causing you to nearly jump out of your own shoes.
“Kayla, what are you doing here?! Don’t do that!” you let out a huff.
Your best friend laughed in response before rushing over and squeezing you in her arms. “I saw you come out of the bookstore! I was at the burger place across the street.”
Now that you had calmed down a bit, you gave Kayla a soft smile, embracing her in return. “Well I’m glad you’re here! I was just going to call you. I don’t have any plans today, do you want to go see a movie or something?”
Kayla raised a brow at you questioningly. “You want to go to the movies? It’s your birthday! We should be partying!” She started dancing to what you could only assume was music in her head, right out in the middle of the sidewalk.
With a short laugh, you rolled your eyes and looked away from her in embarrassment. “You know I work in the morning, I can’t go out tonight!”
Your best friend scoffed. “You sound 70 years old, come on! We are young, full of energy, wild!”
You bit your inner cheek, trying to hold your ground but knowing that Kayla would usually get what she wanted. She was very convincing, after all. You don’t want to seem like an old lady, do you?
“Fine, fine. We can go to a club or something, but only for a few hours, and if I say I want to leave, we leave, got it?” You furrowed your brows sternly at her. This time she rolled her eyes, disregarding you. “Hey, I have a birthday present for you! Come back to my house before you go get ready and pick it up!”
“You got me a gift? Really?” She could hear the excitement in your voice as your eyes lit up. Reaching over, Kayla patted grabbed your hand and pulled you down the street, her house conveniently just around the corner. Once the both of you arrived to the door, she pulled her keys out and unlocked it, throwing it open.
As soon as the door open, a chill ran up your spine. You had always known that Kayla was into occult things, but for some reason, entering her house always made you feel a deep unease in your heart. It didn’t feel right. You always looked past it though, as to avoid hurting her feelings.
Stepping into the house, your cheery disposition helped you push the discomfort to the side as you followed her to her bedroom.
“Here!” She said, shoving a box into your hands before you could even step into the doorway. “What is this?” You wondered aloud as you took the box. “Well the point of a birthday gift is that it is a surprise until you open it, sooo...”
You narrowed your eyes playfully at her before beginning to take the wrapping off. “Thank you for the life lesson, Kayla.”
“Any time.” She smirked.
Holding the now unwrapped box in your hands, you pulled the tape off and opened it up, revealing a book inside. You froze, not even having to take it out of the box to know what this was. The cover was a dark leather, parts of the cover raised up to form shapes and symbols you didn’t understand, but knew couldn’t possibly mean anything good.
“Kayla, what-”
“Just hear me out!” she interrupted you. “I know you aren’t into these kinds of things. I know they make you uncomfortable, but I also know you have been going through a lot, you have a lot of questions about your life. Who your real parents are, what your purpose is, all that.” You chose to remain silent, staring at her incredulously as she continued. “This book can answer every question you have, if you use it properly. It can also help you reach your goals, and I know you like to try knew things, so I think this would be great for you to just give a try”
A look of concern crossed your face as you stared at the book for a moment before removing it from the box, flipping it open and scanning the pages. “Kayla... This seems really dangerous... I don’t know.”
“Just give it a try, okay? It will be fine. Think on it!” She gave a smile before herding you back out the doorway and to the front door. “Now I have to get ready to run some errands before we go out tonight, so I will see you later, alright?”
You nodded, still a little lost in thought, not really taking in what she said as she rushed you out.
“I love you!” Kayla called out as you walked down the sidewalk, before closing the door. “I love you too...” you called back, basically to her closed door, before heading back to your house.
Afternoon rolls around and you already made lunch, no errands to run, nothing to do until your plans with Kayla tonight. What did she say when she gave me the gift again?.. “This book can answer every question you have, if you use it properly.” ... What is that supposed to mean? With a heavy sigh, you left yourself up off of the couch and go upstairs to your bedroom, where you left the book on your bed. Taking it in your hands, you begin to flip through the pages again. One of the pages catches your eye, however. The page described a way to summon a “companion to help you with your problems”. You weren’t sure what exactly that meant, but it sounded like what Kayla described to you.
After a while of staring at the page, you make up your mind. Curiosity wins, you are going to perform this ritual. These things don’t really work anyways, right? With that, you looked over all of the needed ingredients, which luckily were just typical household items that you had laying around. You quickly ran down the steps to grab everything before you lost your nerve, holding everything in your arms as you walked back up the stairs and to your bedroom.
“Okay!” You spoke aloud, an attempt to calm your nerves. “Let’s get this party started.” You took a moment to laugh at yourself. After that was out of the way, you carefully read the instructions, lighting candles in a circle around you before cutting up and pouring the different ingredients into a bowl. You pull out a piece of paper and sign your name it, but then pause, staring down at everything around you. It felt wrong. You shouldn’t be doing this. Nothing good ever comes from stories like these, and you didn’t want to be another fool who didn’t know what they were doing. Unfortunately, the desire to learn about your real parents and where they are now was too strong.
Well, if I am going to do this, I am going to do it as safely as I can. Quickly you stood up and went back down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife you could find. Once the knife was safely in your hands, you carefully walked back up the stairs, because you’re smart enough to not run with sharp objects.
Back in your room, you sat back down in the middle of the candle circle, took a deep breath, and burned the paper with your name on it in the bowl.
Now all that is left is to wait. With baited breath, you sat on your knees, gripping the knife in your hand tightly as you looked around the room. Everything was in place, as it always had been. The monitor was by the window, your books were all in place... wait, were those DVD’s there before?!... Yes. Yes they were.
After a minute of nothing happening, you released your breath and dropped the knife onto the floor. “Well... That’s unfortunate.” You couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed for some reason.
Before you stood up, you made sure to blow out the candles, it was probably bad not to do that, right? You shrug, grabbing them and putting them away. Once you had everything all cleaned up, you realized how tired your lunch had made you. Maybe you could get a nap in before going clubbing with Kayla? Yeah, that’s what you’d do. A glimmer caught your eye in the corner of the room. The knife was still on the floor, how did you miss that? Walking over to it, you picked it up and placed it on the table beside your bedroom door. You’d take it downstairs after your nap.
Your alarm blared at 6pm, shocking you out of your deep sleep and making you bolt upright. “Jesus!” You gripped your chest where your heart was. I really need to change my alarm to something a little more calming before I have a heart attack one of these days. Suddenly you recall the ritual you performed earlier in the afternoon and quickly looked around the room, and yet, nothing changed. With a sigh, you got up off of the bed and rushed to the shower so that you could get ready for the night.
After at least 40 minutes of deep introspective thinking in the shower, you stepped out and wrapped yourself up in a towel. You often let your hair air dye, so you just left it as is to make a mess on your hall and bedroom carpet. You make your way out of the bathroom and down the hall to your bedroom, opening the door and stepping inside the door frame.
In your bedroom, faced away from you by your bed, was a man dressed in a tight-fit black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up past the elbows. He was wearing black slacks and based on the form of his back and the part of his arms that was showing, you could tell he definitely had some muscle to him.
Instinctually, you let out a shriek before remembering you left your kitchen knife on the table beside you. You quickly turned and reached for the knife, but to your horror, it wasn’t there. You were standing in your doorway with nothing but a towel, dripping wet, and you didn’t even have a weapon.
“Looking for this?” The sudden voice surprised you, it was deep, yes, but somehow calming, smooth. It put you at ease just a tiny bit, but that in itself concerned you. The man raised his hand, revealing he was twirling the knife between his fingers.
You didn’t say a word, honestly even if you wanted to, you weren’t sure your voice would work at that moment. W-What-... Before you could finish your thought, he slowly turned around and locked eyes with you. You felt your breath catch in your throat. Somehow though, he seemed even more shocked to see you, than you did to see him. He immediately stopped twirling the knife, his big brown eyes wide and his soft pillowy lips parted. Why...Why am I thinking about his lips right now? Stop it! He is a stranger who broke into your house! Get it together!
The stranger in front of you closed his mouth, jaw clenching as he did so, which gave you a weird fluttering feeling in your stomach. This isn’t how normal people react to a stranger breaking into their home... What is going on? “W-..Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!” You stuttered out, taking another step back. “You’re... glowing?” He spoke again, completely ignoring your questions.
“...What?” You belted out, still frantic. He remained silent for a moment, as if inspecting not only you, but your soul too. His eyes felt like they were looking right through you. Just then, he began slowly walking towards you. Startled, you quickly backed up against the hallway wall before freezing, staring at him as he approached calmly. His eyes didn’t once leave yours as he reached you, pausing only inches from your body. You couldn’t quite place what he smelled like... embers? Cinnamon? What is that?
“You really aren’t expecting anyone?... Really?” He spoke slowly, his right arm raising up beside you as he rested his hand on the wall beside your head.
Pressing yourself closer against the wall as if trying to become one with it, you looked up into his large brown eyes. They seemed to have a never ending darkness in them. “W-what?...” You muttered, before realization lit up in your eyes. “Oh... Oh no, that worked?!” You squeaked, causing him to let out a gentle chuckle, catching you off guard.
The man raised his free hand up to your damp hair, taking it into his fingers and playing with it gently, his eyes examining the strands as if he was deeply interested them. With his eyes looking away from you, you finally had a chance to see him up close and really take him in. He had short black hair that fell just over his forehead, the sides shaved. Three things stuck out about him. His lips, his sharp jawline, and the way that although his skin wasn’t even touching you, you could feel his abnormally warm body heat as if he was right up against you.
“I... I’m sorry, what... is your name?” You asked cautiously. He released your hair before moving his hand down your bare arm at an agonizingly slow pace, the heat of his hand making your skin tingle everywhere he touched. “Kyungsoo.” He muttered. Distracted by his touch, you didn’t even hear him. “Oh, I’m sorry, what was it?”
His eyes quickly shot up again, locking with yours and sending chills up your spine. Slowly, he leaned in, fingers brushing your damp hair behind your ear. Everything he did was painfully slow and for some reason, it made your heart race. Leaning in, his lips just an inch away from your ear, he whispered to you in that deep, smooth tone. “My name, is Kyungsoo.” The hand he had beside your head moved down to rest on your hip, the only thing keeping it from your bare skin was what you realized now to be a much too short towel. “And you summoned me.”
The demon stood in front of you, eyes staring deeply into your own. Kyungsoo, he said his name was. “You’re very touchy for a demon who is supposed to answer my important questions, aren’t you?” This time it was Kyungsoo who froze, a genuine look of confusion on his face. “Answer your important questions?...” He asked, clearly not following.
“Yeah, you know... the page said you would help me with my problems! You solve problems don’t you?” You prodded impatiently.
“Pr-...problems?... Did you even read the full page?” He was clearly shocked. How could she manage to summon him without even realizing what she was doing? Was she serious? Was she just trying to play a dumb joke?
You clear your throat awkwardly, looking away from him and to the side in discomfort. “W-well... Not exactly...” Kyungsoo let out a laugh of disbelief, taking a step back and staring at you. “I am not a demon that “solves problems and answers questions”, girl. I am an incubus.” He was clearly amused, something about you seemed to fascinate him. Maybe the glow he was talking about?
You stared at him with a blank expression, tilting your head to the side slightly as your eyebrows furrowed. “A what now?”
“Hah! Are you-, are you serious right now? You aren’t fucking with me, right?” He lifted his arm up, running his fingers through his incredibly soft looking hair. “Hey!” You shouted, glaring at him. “Watch your language! And don’t make fun of me, I don’t know anything about this stuff, my best friend gave me this book!”
Kyungsoo let out a loud laugh as you scolded him for his language. The lightness of the mood didn’t last long, though. His eyes darkened and he approached you quickly, backing you against the wall once more. With wide eyes, you stared up at him, not sure what was going on in the least. He switched moods so quickly that it completely caught you off guard.
One of his hands gripped your wrist, pulling your body against his. The other hand mischievously slid slowly up the inside of your thigh as he leaned his head down closer to your shoulder. You could feel his warm breath against the bare skin, his lips just barely touching the top of your shoulder. From the feeling of his breath, his lips, and his hand sliding dangerously close to where it didn’t belong, you felt your head spinning. Is this what an incubus was?
“w-wait... WAIT!” You shouted, lifting your free hand and shoving it against his chest in panicked defense. Kyungsoo hissed and stumbled back, raising a hand to the spot you shoved. There was nothing there, until he lifted his shirt and saw a hand-shaped burn right on his chest. Both of you stared at the burn in shock.
“What the fuck did you do?!” He shouted at you, wincing in pain. “I-I don’t know! I don’t know! I’m so sorry!” You yelled back in a panic, wanting to help but being afraid to touch him again. “Can I get you a bandage patch? Some water to disinfect it? I’m so sorry, I panicked!” you reached out for him, but he held up his hand to stop you. His hand no longer looked human, half of his arm was black with cracks that appeared to have embers underneath, his fingers now long black claws. “Don’t touch me!” He snarled at you, a furious look in his now pitch black eyes.
You were terrified, wishing you could just shrink yourself into a tiny ball and disappear so you wouldn’t have to be near him anymore. Just then, your cell phone rang from the bathroom counter where you had left it when you took your shower. Your eyes shot towards the bathroom, and so did his. Just then, you turned and sprinted into the bathroom, slamming the door behind you and locking it as quickly as your fingers would let you. Not a second later, you felt him slam his fist against the door and let out a yell of frustration, before complete silence. Quickly, you answered your phone and raised it up to your ear, your breathing uneven and panicked.
“Y/n? Y/n are you okay?!” Kayla worried on the other side of the phone. You couldn’t hear anything in the hallway anymore, so you tried to calm your breathing. “Y/n, answer me, what’s going on? Are you okay?” You snapped out of your daze at the sound of your best friend’s concerned tone. “Y-yeah... I am okay. Sorry.” Why did you not want to tell her what happened?... Her of all people would believe you. She’d know what to do. For some reason though, you wanted to keep this experience to yourself. “Hey, uh, Kayla? I think I am coming down with a fever... I don’t think I can go out tonight. I’m sorry” you lied.
“Oh sweetie, you don’t have to apologize. Would you like me to bring some soup over or something?” You thought about that for a while. You didn’t want to involve her in this, but you also didn’t want to be alone tonight... “Yeah, sure. Bring some Comedy movies too, okay?” you asked in an almost pleading tone. Anything to help distract you. “Of course, sweetie. I’m already on my way!”
A few weeks since the incident had passed. All of your will power was focused on forgetting about Kyungsoo and what had happened, but no matter how hard you tried, you still couldn’t get him off of your mind. You never meant to hurt him, you didn’t even know you could hurt him. With a heavy sigh, you flopped face down into your bed, letting out a groan of dismay.
Maybe Kayla would know how this happened... but how to ask her without seeming suspicious... After a few moments of absolutely zero clarity, you decided to just make it up as you went and picked up the phone to call her.
A few rings passed before a yet-again-concerned Kayla answered. “Hello? Y/n? Are you okay?” A confused laugh slipped past your lips. “Me? I’m fine, why?” “Because you haven’t been yourself the past few weeks, and you haven’t kept in contact like you usually do.” You could hear the suspicion already in her voice. Great. I haven’t even gotten to the question yet.
“Oh, I’m sorry, work has been really hectic so I have just been really lethargic, I am alright, I promise!” Clearly, you were lying through your teeth, but Kayla seemed to believe you anyways, despite your terrible metaphorical poker face.
“Alright, if you say so...”
“Hey Kayla, you know a lot about demons right?” You decided to just throw it out there. Here we go.
“Uh... Yes, I would say I know a decent amount... why?...”
Ah, riddled with suspicion. Valid, though. “I was watching a horror movie last night and a woman pushed a demon away, and her hand burnt his skin. Do you know why that would happen?”
“...” Uh oh.
“Well! There are a few reasons!” Phew. “The first is the person could be someone holy. Like a priest!” You tried to hold back a scoff. “I don’t think the girl was a priest in this movie. What are the other reasons?” You asked coolly, trying not to seem like you were prying.
“Hmm... Well, I suppose another reason could be that she is a Nephilim.”
“A what?”
Kayla laughed. “I forgot you don’t know about these things. A Nephilim is someone who is the spawn of an angel and a human. They are very powerful, but hated by both angels and demons.”
You paused, furrowing your brow. “Do you think Nephilim really exist?”
“Personally, I don’t believe they do. I know a lot about them regardless though!”
Interesting. There is absolutely no way this has anything to do with me though. “Okay, what is so different about Nephilim? How are they different from humans? Do they have powers or something?” You were doing your best to sound only a little bit interested, but your best friendly clearly wasn’t picking up on your terrible attempts at hiding something. She was just excited to talk about her hobbies, and any opportunity she had to do so, she would take without question.
“Well they are naturally born with the gift of being skilled at hand-to-hand combat.” You had never fought anyone in your entire life. “They also are really good with animals. Animals love Nephilim people.” Oh? Now that sounds familiar. “Also! it is said that angels and demons can tell what human is a Nephilim because they can see a glow around them. It is said to be a bit duller than the glow of an angel.”
Your blood ran cold. What was it he said to you when he first saw you?... “You’re glowing.” Was that what he said? He sounded shocked when he said it...
“Helloooo? Are you theeeere?” Kayla asked in annoyance on the other end of the line.
“Oh, yes, sorry! My dinner is done so I have to go, thank you so much for talking to me, I love you!” Before she could get out much of a reply, you hung up on her. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you didn’t know what to think. A Nephilim? That isn’t possible. Even Kayla doesn’t believe in them!
You needed answers. Not from Kayla. She was just guessing based on what she reads in her books. Not only that... you needed to properly apologize to him. Not only did you burn him in a panic, you ran away and slammed the door in his face. In your defense though, you didn’t know what he intended to do once he was angry.
Still... an apology was due. So, you decided to summon him again. Hopefully he will show... is he allowed to just...not show? Well, we are about to find out. But before you do that, you need to find a proper way to apologize. Maybe you could cook him dinner! ... Do demons eat human food? That’s a thing right? One of the seven sins is gluttony after all. That doesn’t really have to involve food though...
Ugh, stop over thinking! You berated yourself. Why does he make me like this? With an embarrassed groan, you shuffled off to the kitchen. Let’s see... What do we have? You opened the drawers and cupboards. Red sauce! I have meat in the fridge, and cheese... are those Lasagna noodles? Hah! Lasagna! Everyone loves lasagna!
Quickly grabbing all of the ingredients, you put the pots onto the stove top and began to preheat the oven. You poured the sauce into one pan and placed the lasagna noodles into the other. After prepping all of the meat, vegetables and cheese you needed, you formed your lasagna in a pan before popping it into the oven.
What else should I do? Wow, this is going to be terribly embarrassing if he doesn’t show. You rubbed your hands against your cheeks, amazed by your own determination. Even worse if he does show and he hates it...
Pushing that thought aside, you ran up the stairs to grab all of the ingredients meant for summoning the Incubus again. You also brought along with you some wraps and water bottle just in case any more accidents happened. Though you hoped that they wouldn’t.
You placed all of the candles in a circle around you once more, repeating the entire process you did in the first place to call him to you. With fingers crossed, you burned the piece of paper with your name on it and waited patiently.
“Oh...” You heard the deep voice from behind you, much quicker to respond than the first time. Oddly enough, he had a smile on his face. This caught you off guard, as you expected him to still be furious with you. “U-uhm, before you say anything, I just wanted to apologize again, I didn’t mean to burn you- I have no idea how that happened still- I panicked, see, I have never been with anyone like that before and I would rather it be with someone I love- sorry that isn’t why I called you here-” You were clearly unleashing a panicked ramble as you struggled to form what you were attempting to say to him, but his expression didn’t change. He still had a bemused grin on his face as he leaned against the frame of the kitchen doorway, staring at you.
“Anyways, what I am trying to say is I am really sorry that I hurt you and then ran away and then slammed a door in your face, that was really rude of me, so... I wanted to make it up to you! So-” Just then, the oven timer went off, Kyungsoo raising a brow and turning his gaze to it.
“Oh! So I made you a lasagna! Well... I made us a lasagna. I was hoping we could eat it together?” You were speaking as you wandered over to the oven, putting on gloves and pulling out the dish. You were so nervous that when you tried to get a better grip, you lost it entirely, the lasagna dropping out of your hands. Before it got to far, you felt Kyungsoo’s presence directly behind you before his hand shot forward, grabbing the dish with his bare hand. You felt his chest pressing against your back as he slowly raised the dish up, setting it down on the top of the stove.
“Oh! Oh no!” You shouted and spun around, nearly face planting directly into his chest. You quickly ducked under his arm and ran to the table where you left the water and wrap before returning to him, only to see him calmly looking down at you with that same smile.
The absolute confused and lost expression on your face made him chuckle his deep chuckle. It’s kind of cute though?... Kyungsoo raised his hand up in the air, showing not even the tiniest of burns on it. “I don’t understand?...” You frowned at him.
Finally, Kyungsoo spoke. “I live in hell. It takes more than a hot pan to burn me.” He raised a brow, a nod to the incident from a couple of weeks ago, causing you to begin your apology again before he raised his hand to stop you.
“I haven’t even caught your name yet. Not very host-like from the woman who invited me into her house and then burnt me.” He teased.
You grimaced before muttered another quick “I’m sorry”, rubbing your arm in discomfort. “My name is y/n. Didn’t you get that from the burnt paper?”
“Why would I? You burnt it.” He smirked at his own terrible dad joke.
You stared at him with a look of shock before letting out a chuckle of your own. “Wow. That was terrible.” He shrugged his shoulders, still obviously full of pride.
“A-anyways... I made us dinner, if you accept my apology... I’m really sorry.”
“You know,” Kyungsoo leaned back against the counter. “I knew you were making me dinner, but I didn’t know it would look this amazing.”
You furrowed your brows at him. “What do you mean you knew?”
He flashed another beautiful smile. “You summoned me, I won’t leave that easily. Not to mention, you never dismissed you. Slamming a door in my face doesn’t count.” Ignoring your shocked expression, he continued, “I’ve been around, you just haven’t seen me.”
You stomped your foot, earning another look of amusement. “You knew I was stewing in guilt this whole time and just let me?!” You pouted.
“I didn’t want to startle you, I wanted to wait until you wanted to see me again.”
“What if I didn’t ever want to see you again?” You folded your arms across your chest. Kyungsoo looked at you with a hint of something dark in his eyes. It made you shift back and forth in discomfort.
“I knew you wanted to see me again. It isn’t like you hide your feelings very well.” He teased.
You rolled your eyes but let his comment go before walking over to him, his eyes following you hungrily as you did. “Can you stop looking at me like that?!” You snapped. He laughed and held up his hands, “I can’t help it, I’m sorry!” After a pause, his expression got serious, as if he was having an internal battle. He looked confused, and a little lost. You knew that look well, because you made that face all of the time.
Your eyes shifted down to his covered chest. He was wearing the same outfit as when you first saw him. “Can I... look?” You asked in a careful tone. He gave you a quiet nod and you carefully lifted up his shirt to his neck. The burn was still there, but just barely. It seemed to be healing well. Slowly, you raised your hand up to his chest, eyes glancing up at him for permission. He stared down at you with a curious half-smile, giving you a cautious nod.
First, you gently touched your fingertips to his skin and quickly looked up at him for a reaction, but there was none. Then, you carefully placed your hand fully on his chest, bewildered that this time, nothing seemed to happen.
Well, nothing in terms of pain. Something was definitely happening. Your hand was tingling, his skin was so hot, and it seemed like he felt it too, because when your eyes met his, that dark expression returned, his jaw clenched tightly.
“Are you okay, Kyungsoo? Does it hurt again?” You pulled your hand away, but he quickly stopped you by grabbing your wrist and tugging you against him. “No, it doesn’t hurt. I don’t know what this is, but I’ve never felt this before.” His voice was shaky, and you were concerned.
“Kyungsoo, uhm...” You didn’t know what was wrong with him, but you could tell you needed to have this conversation with him now.
His hands didn’t release you, but he looked down at you expectantly. “When we first met, you said I glow. What did you mean?”
He only paused for a brief second. “I mean you literally glow. There is a glow around you.”
“But... What does that mean?”
He let let out a breath before his hands loosened their grip, letting you go. “Well, I didn’t really believe it at first, but... I think that means you are a Nephilim.” You groaned. “There is that word again.” His lips curled up into a slight smile. “That means,” He continued, “that you are part angel.” His hand lifted to your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “Which explains why you burned me when you were feeling a strong emotion.”
Your cheeks flushed light pink and you averted your eyes to look at something else. “The lasagna is getting cold...” You muttered nervously. Every time he touched you, it sent multiple feelings through your body, none of them you recognized, but all of them made you excited as well as a little frightened.
Your emotions were tangible to him, he could feel what you felt, but he wasn’t going to tell you that. He also didn’t plan on telling you that he felt the same way, and it terrified him. He had never been faced with a situation like this before. It was always the exact same story. Someone would summon him to use his body, or have him use their body. He would take as much of their life force and energy as he could before leaving them there, wondering why they felt so drained for the next few weeks.
You were different, though. You didn’t summon him for sex. You summoned him by accident. Not only did you summon him by accident, you also showed concern for him. You apologized relentlessly for hurting him, you even made him dinner.
When was the last time anyone has made me dinner? Never.
On top of all of that, you even brought bandages and water just in case you hurt him again. A smile spread on his lips as he watched you turn away from him to grab plates and grab some lasagna for the two of you.
But... You were a Nephilim. His grimace went unseen as you set up dinner.
What did that mean? What were these feelings he had in his chest? He felt one, and only one, small thud in his chest. He was terrified. That couldn’t be a heart, could it? Did he even have one of those? This won’t do. This can’t happen.
As you turned around with both plates, you were met with an empty room.
“Kyungsoo?” You called out to the demon, but received no response. You quickly walked out of the kitchen and into the living room, but nothing but empty silence. Searching the whole house, you came up empty. With your heart in your stomach, you walked back into the kitchen. Both of the plates you had set up for each other was there, but the entire pot full of the remaining lasagna was gone.
“I need that pot...” You muttered. For some reason, though you felt you shouldn’t be affected by this, his disappearance hurt you deeply. You really thought the two of you were getting along. You felt that emptiness like a rock. So you ate both plates by yourself.
For the next few days you did everything you could to get him to come back to you. You cried, you shouted, you called his name over and over as if he was Bloody Mary and somehow that would make him appear in front of you, you yelled at him in the middle of your empty house. You even tried to summon him by performing the ritual at least three more times, but he never showed. At some point you shouted “At least bring back my pot, you thief!” as a half-ass attempt to coax him out, but still nothing.
Eventually, you gave up. You were so mad at him, but he was a demon after all. What did you expect? Serves you right. It’s time to just let it go and move on. It didn’t last very long anyways. He was here and then he wasn’t.
A couple of months down the road, Kayla managed to convince you to go to the club with her and your mutual friends for her birthday. You continuously told her no, so this time you gave in and dressed up in the most gorgeous dress you had. It was dark royal blue and draped smoothly down your legs, stopping just above the knees. The middle of the dress wrapped around your waist nicely, the top of the dress had sleeves that draped naturally off of your shoulders, and just above your breasts. To compliment this gorgeous dress, you had matching royal blue high heels and your hair up in curls, held in place by strategically placed bobby pins.
You were determined to enjoy yourself and get your thoughts off of that wretched demon. Once the both of you arrived at the night club, Kayla immediately assigned you drink duty and went to find the rest of your friends. Making your way to the bar, you ordered the both of you the fruitiest drink they had, Berry Lemon Drops. Neither of you were a fan of the taste of straight alcohol.
You turned around with the drinks, scanning the crowd for your friends. Spotting them on the other side of the room, you made your way through the crowd, giving Kayla smile once she spotted you.
“Hey guys! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you all!” You put on a chipper tone as you handed Kayla her drink, taking a sip of your own.
“Oh my god, y/n, where have you been?! We thought you died!” Kayla’s closest childhood friend, Remmy, teased. With a laugh, you gave her a tight hug.
“Last time I checked, I was still alive, but hey, you never know!”
“Hey, do you guys want to dance?” Jamal, more-so your friend than Kayla’s, asked.
“Yeah, of course!” Your mood was starting to rise the more you were around your friends, who made you feel safe. Maybe this was what you needed all along. Jamal took your hand and lead you to the dance floor, the rest of your friends following closely behind. For the next hour, you danced your heart out, laughing and smiling with the people who meant the most to you, completely pushing Kyungsoo to the back of your mind for the first time in months.
Kyungsoo walked up to the club entrance, a calm expression on his face. It had taken him a couple of months of reflection, but he had decided what he needed to do. As long as you hadn’t dismissed him, he couldn’t move on from you. This is what he needed. He had made up his mind. The bouncer stepped in his path and held his hand out, stopping him in his tracks. “Hold on man, you have to wait in line, just like everyone else.”
Kyungsoo’s eyes narrowed at the bouncer, a black smokey-like film spreading over the entirety of his eyes. The glare was enough to give anyone nightmares. The bouncer’s eyes widened as he stumbled away, muttering a loud “What the fuck?!” Kyungsoo didn’t hesitate. He walked right past the bouncer and left him there, questioning if what he even saw was real, or if he needed a new job.
Once he entered the club, however, he froze. There you were. Finding you was much easier than he thought it was going to be in this packed club. You were in the middle of the dance floor, with another man. He couldn’t help but feel his blood boil in his veins. The radiant smile on your face as you danced around the room, as beautiful as the angel you sort of were. The glow was brighter than normal, or maybe it just looked that way against your dark blue dress. His eyes were locked on you for what felt like an hour, just taking in how happy and beautiful you looked.
The anger in his chest turned to a dull but constant ache. He came here to talk you into dismissing him, and if that didn’t work, he told himself that he’d kill you, if that’s what it took to free himself. The past few months he had spent in hell, trying to do his job, trying to forget. Every time he was with a human that summoned him, using him for his body and dismissing him, he felt nothing. It didn’t satisfy him anymore. He barely even had the will to feed off of their energy. He thought this is what he needed, but now that you were a couple hundred feet away, it was proving to be much more difficult to go through with.
After a half an hour passed, your feet ached and you were already dehydrated. The alcohol probably didn’t help with that.
“Hey guys, I’m gonna go get some water okay?” You left Jamal’s side, waving to your friends before making your way to the bar again. Once there, you removed your heels, letting out a sigh of relief. “Excuse me! Can I have some water, please?”
As the bartender handed you a glass of water, you felt someone step up behind you. Although you couldn’t see who it was, chills ran up your spine, and that should have given you a decent enough idea. The presence came closer and you heard a whisper in your ear, the deep calm tone you recognized all too well.
“Who was that back there?...” Kyungsoo spoke in a controlled and calm voice. Anger filled your body and your cheeks turned bright red. How dare he have the nerve? You turned around and raise your hand, ready to slap him across the face full force, but he caught your wrist way too quickly.
“You don’t want to do that, people are around.” He spoke quietly, making sure you wouldn’t try to slap him again before he released your wrist. “Answer me. Who is he?”
“None of your fucking business.” You snapped at him, angrier than you’d been in years. “How dare you ghost me and then show up months later, asking who I’m dancing with? You have some fucking nerve!”
Your eyes were brimming with tears that you struggled to hold back, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing how much he affected you.
“Watch your language” He teased, a smirk on his face.
The look of shock on your face was unimaginable. You were thinking of trying to slap him again before you heard a voice from behind you.
“Is this man bothering you, miss?” It was the bartender, checking up on you to make sure you were okay. You turned around and gave him a weak smile. “No, no. It’s okay, I apologize for yelliing.”
The bartender dismissed you with a nod before turning to attend to the other customers. Kyungsoo’s hands gently pressed to your sides, slowly sliding down to your waist before his fingers dug in, a bit possessively. He was trying to keep his control, but the way you looked tonight was making it incredibly difficult.
“Can we go outside to talk about this? It’s more private.”
You stared at him, eyes narrowed in a glare. After a moment of consideration, you turned and walked to the back exit into the alley without saying another word to him.
As he followed you out, he couldn’t help but watch the way your hips swayed as you angrily stormed out the door. Damn. How come everything you did had this affect on him? Once he followed you out and the door closed behind him, he was met with a sharp slap to the cheek, causing him to let out a shout of pain. Your high emotions burnt him again, but this one was less serious than the last, he could tell you tried to control it.
“How could you just leave me like that?! And you stole my pot too?! You ignored me every time I tried to call you back and talk to you, how could you-”
Kyungsoo approached you at an alarming rate, his hands reaching up and slamming you against the brick wall of the building. You let out a groan of pain and looked up. His fuming eyes met yours, expression unreadable. He seemed angry, but there was something more to it. How could he be mad at you? He was the one who abandoned you!
“Do you have any idea how much you’ve fucked me up?” He hissed quietly to you, throwing you off guard.
“W-...what?”
“I’m a demon, y/n. I am not supposed to feel this way, but I can’t stop thinking about you. You have been on my mind the entire time I’ve been gone. I have been coming to terms with what’s happening to me, and I came here to end it, in any way I can.”
Your eyes widened, filled with fear. Guilt panged in his chest, another worrisome sign that maybe he does actually have a heart.
“But... I’m not going to do that. I can’t do anything to hurt you.”
“Like... because I haven’t dismissed you?”
He snorted. “No, I could kill you in an instant, regardless of if you’ve dismissed me or not.” After a moment, his expression softened a bit. “But I don’t want to.”
You remained silent, afraid to interrupt. Kyungsoo Took her cheeks into his hands. He was coming to terms with how he felt, and to his surprise, he didn’t hate it anymore. The feeling he was feeling was... good. He didn’t know how to describe it. He didn’t know what love was, but it felt like a very strong word to use, and he wasn’t sure if that was appropriate.
“I don’t want you to be afraid of me... I’m sorry if I scare you. I promise I won’t hurt you. His burning hot thumbs strokes your cheeks, his brown eyes staring down into yours. “You are the only human-, no, the only being, that has ever showed care for me. Me, one of the most vile creatures to exist. I’m not sure if that makes you a saint, or an idiot, but...”
“Kyungsoo...” You tried to cut in, but he wouldn’t have it.
“Let me finish.” He sighed. “Regardless, it has affected me. I’ve felt something change in me, and it is your fault. You’ve ruined me, y/n.” His voice darkened, but this time you weren’t scared. You believed him when he said he wouldn’t harm you.
“But Kyungsoo...” You tried again.
“Y/n, please” He urged, his thumb running softly against your lower lip. “Let me finish.” You shifted against the wall, looking up at him impatiently.
“If you want me to leave, I’ll leave you alone forever. I’ll deal with what you’ve done to me on my own. It’s my fault, after all.” He closed his eyes, his head tilted back as he took a shaky breath in, trying to stay in control. “But I don’t want to. I want to be selfish, and I want to stay here. I want to explore every inch of you. I-”
“Kyungsoo!” You shouted at him this time, desperate to get his attention.
“Oh for- what? What is it?” He asked in exasperation.
Your voice was quiet, slightly embarrassed, “I’m barefoot and this pavement is really, really cold... I think my feet are going to fall off” you whined, shifting from foot to foot against the brick wall.
Kyungsoo stared down at you, slack-jawed. A loud laugh escaped his lips. “You really now how to kill a vibe, don’t you?” He joked.
“It’s not my fault, my feet hurt! I’ve been dancing in high heels!” You pouted, glaring up at him.
“That reminds me... You never answered my question.” This time he tried to keep the jealousy out of his voice, asking as calmly as possible. “Who was that guy you were dancing with? Please, I want to know.”
You gave him a half-smile, raising a brow at him. “This is what, the third or fourth time you’ve asked? His name is Jamal, and he is my best friend from middle school. He’s married.”
Kyungsoo’s relief was almost tangible. “Oh, that’s... That’s nice. I hope I get to meet your friends some time. If you let me.” He prodded, trying to bring the conversation back to where it originally was.
“Soo, my feet... Can we go inside? They still hurt...” You frowned up at him.
Did she just call him Soo? Did she just give him a nickname?
Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you off of the ground and wrapping your legs around his waist before pinning you back against the wall. You let out a shocked squeak but before you could say anything, Kyungsoo continued. “I’m done using words.”
Just as you were about to ask what he meant, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. He was rough, but not too rough. His lips were incredibly soft, and just as kissable as they looked. You felt your heart explode in your chest, your hands gripping his shoulders roughly to ground yourself. You must have accidentally burnt him again, because he groaned against your lips, but he didn’t stop.
Giving in to what your heart clearly wanted, you shut your eyes and kissed him in return, your lips seeming to move perfectly against his. Everything he was trying to tell you, you could feel in his kiss. It was enough to make you cry, but you held it back, because that would be awkward in this situation.
Kyungsoo’s hands mischievously slipped under your dress. His fingers traveled up your thigh, setting your skin ablaze. Just then, you felt something press against you between your legs, and you pulled out of the kiss, looking at him in shock.
“Don’t look at me like that, I literally can’t control it, I’m an incubus.” He defended, “Besides, I can tell you enjoy it too.”
You furrowed your brows, looking up at him. “How would you know?”
He soft lips curled up into a devilish smirk before he pinned you between the wall and his hips. “Because I can feel it. Have you forgotten you’re only wearing a dress?”
“...” Suddenly you realized your position. Kyungsoo had you pinned against a brick wall in an alleyway, your legs around his waist and your dress hiked up to your stomach. You were practically exposed right out in the open, and you could tell he was into it based on the shit-eating grin on his face.
“Oh my god, Kyungsoo, people could see! Put me down!!” You yelled, frantic.
“I’m definitely not god, but you can call me that if you want to.” As he spoke, he leaned down and pressed his lips to your exposed shoulder, trailing slow, burning kisses all the way up your neck and to your jawline. With every kiss, you felt his fingers grip your hips tighter, practically grinding you against him.
Although you were freezing cold just minutes ago, your whole body felt uncomfortably hot now, it was almost unbearable, but it kind of felt... good.
“Kyungsoo, please, we can’t do something like this here!” You spoke with urgency, but your fingers betrayed you as you balled his shirt up in your fists, only egging him on more.
Kyungsoo let out an impatient hiss, his fingers traveling up your thigh to your underwear before hooking under them, ripping them off of your body. “Then you better get in there and tell your friends you have to go. Now.” His words were breathy and you could tell he was having a hard time holding back.
Although the only piece of fabric keeping you from him was gone now, he used all of his willpower to refrain from being what he was, to give him just a bit more patience, and he set you down on the ground.
You quickly brushed your hands along your dress to smooth it out and then, attempting to look prideful, turned around and walked back into the club with confidence. Kyungsoo only laughed in amusement behind you.
“Y/n! Where were you?!” Kayla demanded the moment she saw you make your way through the crowd. “We’ve been looking for you half an hour!”
“What?” You looked at her with a confused expression. “I haven’t been gone that long. You’re over reacting!”
“I am not over reacting. You went to go get water like, forty minutes ago! We looked everywhere!”
Before you could try to explain yourself Kayla glanced down to your shoulders, raising a brow at the barely visible red spots on them. As soon as her eyes raised up to meet yours, they stopped half way and retrained directly behind you. You already knew what that meant, and your cheeks flushed bright pink without you even having to turn around.
“Y/n,” Kyungsoo cooed, indicating that he was about to embarrass you in front of your friends, “is this your friend I’ve heard so much about? Why don’t you introduce me?” His arm snaked around your waist, casually pulling you back against his chest.
You held back a groan of exasperation, looking at Kayla with pleading eyes. She didn’t pick up on your look, though. She was too busy staring in awe at the man beside you. “Who is this?”
Defeated, you tried to secretly bat his hands off of your waist as you spoke. “Kayla, this is Kyungsoo, I, uh...” Racing your brain from an excuse was proving fruitless.
“We’ve known each other since middle school!” He continued smoothly. “I moved away afterwards. I just got back in town yesterday!” With an incredibly charming smile, he shook your best friend’s hand.
Kayla was still awed by him, though she wasn’t aware that he was hamming it up. “It’s so cool to meet you, Kyungsoo! How did you know she would be here?”
“Oh, I didn’t! This is actually completely coincidence!” He smiled. “I’m so excited to see her again. I’d love to get to know her friends, too, but would you mind if I took her for the rest of the night? It has been years since I’ve last seen her.”
“Oh, of course! I understand, go have fun!” She smiled at the two of you. “And Y/n, you owe me a birthday gift!”
You smiled and waved to Kayla as Kyungsoo practically dragged you out of the club.
The moment you stepped out the door, everything went black and you felt as thought wind was swirling around you. A second later, there you were, back in your apartment. Before you could even process what just happened, Kyungsoo grabbed your hand and tried to lead you up the stairs.
“Wait a minute, are we just... going to pretend like that didn’t happen?” You looked up at him, astounded as your voice brimmed with confusion.
“Hm?” Kyungsoo barely acknowledged your remark. “I’m a demon, I can go wherever I want. Cool, huh?”
“W-, how did you bring me with you though?! You can just... do that?!”
Kyungsoo’s patience was slipping and he stopped pulling you along, opting to lift you up against his body, walking over to the kitchen before sitting you on the cold counter. “Yes, I can just “do that”.”
Kyungsoo reached his hand forward to rest on your cheek, his thumb brushing gently along your soft lips. The sensation tickled, making you reflexively run your tongue along them. This definitely caught his attention and he looked into your eyes with what would have been an intimidating expression, if you weren’t aware of how soft he could be.
“You really are something...” He hesitated, but only for a moment. Quickly he leaned down, placing tender kisses against your neck, his hands sliding down to your hips to pull you against his body.
Even now you found yourself still caught off guard by how warm his skin was. He was like your own personal furnace. It seemed like Kyungsoo had a way to fill all of your senses and thoughts with nothing but him.
Was this okay to do?...
He seemed so genuine, but he was still a demon... An incubus, at that, and you wanted your first time to be with someone who not only you loved, but also loved you in return.
You felt Kyungsoo’s lips trail kisses from your neck slowly to your throat. The feeling was so pleasant, you couldn’t help but naturally tilt your head back for him, and he left no area unkissed. They felt so full of passion... Was that your imagination?
“Soo, wait...” You pressed a palm to his chest, gently pushing him back a little.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked in a breathy tone. Baby?
“I’m... a virgin... and I’m kind of scared...” Admitting this to an incubus seemed ridiculous, but you felt oddly at ease with him. “I want to do this with someone I love,” you looked up into in eyes, “and someone who loves me in return.”
He raised his brows, a look of concern on his face. “Y/n... I would never do anything you don’t want me to. Never.” He raised his hand to your hair, gently running his fingers through it to comfort you.
“That’s what I was trying to tell you earlier. I think...” He cleared his throat, looking to you pleadingly, as if wishing you could just read his mind to make this easier on him. “I know I don’t know what love is. My very nature should mean that I am incapable of feeling it, but... what I feel for you... it isn’t just lust. There is something else there.”
Your eyes went wide as Kyungsoo tried to stumble out a confession, doing his very best to make you see how he feels.
“I want to protect you. I want to see you smile all of the time, and I want it to be for me. I know that sounds selfish,” he took both of your cheeks in his hands, placing fairy-light kisses on your forehead, cheekbones and nose. Anywhere he could reach. “but I couldn’t even do my job properly in the months I disappeared. I didn’t enjoy it in the least. All I thought about was you.”
“Kyungsoo...” Tears welled up in your eyes. You had gotten confessions before, but this one was different. This time, you felt the same way. Or at least, you were pretty sure you did. You couldn’t get him off of your mind during those months either. This was all happening so quickly, but you felt self with him.
“I think, I love you...” The moment the words passed his lips, he winced in pain.
“Kyungsoo?? Are you okay??” You reached out to grab his face, making him look at you.
“I’m fine, I’m fine... I just... there is this ache in my chest lately... it doesn’t feel right... but I don’t want to talk about that.”
Dismissing the subject with a concerning amount of ease, Kyungsoo leaned forward and encompassed your lips in his. His kiss put all of his feelings on display, way better than his words could. He was intense, but gentle, full of passion and tenderness. He was holding back, you could tell.
You finally let go of all of your worries and surrendered yourself to him, leaning in to his kiss. Your hand lifted up and tangled it’s fingers in his hair as you tugged him closer.
You felt him groan against your lips, his fingers digging into your lips and you felt him growing hard against your stomach. “Y/n, I need you to give me permission... If this is what you want, tell me you want it...”
His eyes searched yours, a mixture of hunger and hesitation behind them.
You felt your heart begin to race in your chest. The way his voice deepened sent tingles throughout your body. Too shocked to speak, you nodded your head at him, averting your gaze to the floor.
“Tsk tsk...” Kyungsoo reached up, gripping your face in his hand and forcing you to face him. “I need you to use your words for me, angel. Tell me... you want it.”
Your heart was pounding now and you could feel yourself already getting wet. He hadn’t even touched you yet, you can’t let him know he got to you that easily. His ego was big enough as it is.
Forcing yourself to maintain eye contact, though every fiber in your telling you to avoid it, you spoke in a quiet voice. “I-I want it...”
His hand that gently gripped your face moved, leaning you back as his free hand slid under your dress between your parted thighs, his body keeping them from closing.
He reached two fingers down between your legs, giving you a look of surprise when he discovered how wet you were for him. He just barely slid his fingers up, ghosting over your clit. Unable to hold back a breathy moan, you locked eyes with him, painfully aware off the cocky smirk on his face.
Raising his fingers up to his lips, he slowly slid his middle finger between them, enjoying the way he could make you squirm without needing to do anything.
He removed his hand from your face and leaned in, placing a kiss on your exposed collar bone. “I didn’t hear that, angel. Tell me what you want.”
“Kyungsoo,” You whined as he teased and embarrassed you, losing your composure completely, “I want you to fuck me! Please!”
You heard him hum with satisfaction and before you could react, he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you around the waist, holding you against his body as he carried you to the kitchen table, laying you back onto it with a mischievous grin.
“What-... what are you doing?” Confusion flooded your brain as you tried to sit up, but his hand only pushed you back down again.
“I like dessert before dinner.”
“W-...What does that even-”
Within seconds his hands were on your thighs, spreading them open as he leaned down.
“You can tell me to stop any time, and I will. Okay?”
You nodded before remembering how he chastised you for not using your words earlier, “O-okay...”
He flashed a genuine smile before breaking eye contact to place a kiss on your inner thigh, followed by a soft nip. You let out a squeak, which earned a laugh in response.
Kyungsoo placed slow kisses up your thigh, almost tormentingly so, until he finally reached the place you wanted him most. Immediately he wrapped his lips around your clit, sliding his two middle fingers into you. He was careful, allowing you to adjust or tell him if it hurt.
The way he flattened his tongue and focused on the little bundle of nerves was excruciating, only enhanced by his fingers curling up against your walls, pressing against your g-spot as if he already knew where it was.
“O-oh, my god, Kyungsoo!” You moaned out as you tilted your head back, tangling your fingers in his soft dark hair to pull him closer.
“How does that feel, baby?” Kyungsoo growled, mercilessly curling his fingers up against your g-spot, his thumb rubbing circles against your clit.
“mm~” Satisfied, he replaced his thumb with his lips once more, his now free hand grabbing your hip and tugging you farther down the table, giving him better access to your dripping pussy.
You let out a whimper, breathing heavily between your groans of pleasure. A ball of heat began to build in your stomach, one you’d never felt this intensely before. Trying to chase your release, you lifted your hips off of the table, grinding against his tongue desperately.
Your eagerness was driving him crazy and he growled against you, the pace he slid his fingers into you quickened as he gently sucked on your clit, finally sending you over the edge.
“Oh, fuck! Kyungsoo, I’m- I’m cumming!”
Kyungsoo groaned against you, not letting up as he helped you chase your release. Your toes curled and you but down on your lower lip, almost hard enough to draw blood. Letting out a loud and desperate gasp, a wave of pleasure crashed over you and your eyes closed, making you see stars.
As you began to come down from your high, Kyungsoo pulled you off the table and into his arms placing gentle kisses all over your chest and face.
You gave a weak chuckle, hiding your face in his neck.
“That was... amazing” you praised between attempts to catch your breath.
“Mmn,” He ran his tongue along his lips, licking your release off of them. “You taste amazing, baby.”
His arms held you tight as he carried you up to the bedroom, laying you gently down onto the bed. Before going any farther, he looked down into your eyes.
“Are you still up for this, y/n? Remember, you can tell me no. We can just be together and watch movies, if that’s what you want.”
Kyungsoo had been so considerate ever since he came to see you in the club, you almost forgot that he was a demon. It certainly didn’t match, but if he was going to do something bad, you figured he would have done it by now.
“I am sure.” You reached up, cupping his cheek with her hand. “Please... I want it to be you.”
He smiled the sweetest smile you had seen from him yet, before leaning down, gently nipping your earlobe before whispering, “Good, because I’ve been wanting to get you out of this dress from the moment I saw you in it.”
Pulling back, he grabbed the bottom off the dress, pulling it over your head and tossing it to the side.
He inhaled sharply, his eyes slowly trailing over every inch of your body.
“You’re so beautiful...”
“Kyungsoo, come on-”
“I mean it.” He cut you off, leaning down and gently taking one of your breasts into his mouth, his hand massaging the other. A light moan escaped your lips, your back arching closer to him.
“Please, I want it.”
Kyungsoo paused, leaning back just slightly to meet your eyes.
“What was that, baby?”
You whined at the way he insisted on teasing you.
“I want you to fuck me! Now!”
“...” Without saying another word, he quickly began to unbutton his shirt, throwing it off to the side before reaching down to unbutton his slacks. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, batting them teasingly at him.
“You are absolutely going to regret that.” He pulled his pants down slightly, along with his underwear.
Up until this point, you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Now, however, it was painfully clear. As he pulled his pants down, you got to see the size of him for the first time. He was huge. Would that even fit? Oh god. Is it too late to say a prayer?
“Come here.” He commanded, and you felt obliged to immediately obey. Pushing yourself up off of your back, you made your way over to him at the edge of the bed.
“Open your mouth, angel.”
Though you could feel your cheeks heating up like a furnace, you did as you were told, and he placed a hand on the back of your head, the other guiding himself past your lips.
The moment you took him in, he gathered your hair into his hand and slowly pushed you down on him, inch by inch. He only stopped when he felt you gag on him.
“You okay?” You looked up at him, obviously unable to speak, you nodded instead.
“Good. I’m not all the way in yet.” He pushed himself to the back of your throat until he bottomed out, letting out a hiss of pleasure as he held your head there.
“Fuck...”
After a moment, he slowly slid out of your throat enough for you to take a breath through your nose, right before forcing his way all the way back in. You looked up at him through your eyelashes again, watching his expression as you hallowed out your cheeks around him.
“Oh, fuck!” He cursed, burying himself all the way back into your throat again before looking down at you.
Your eyes were watering as you tried to take him the way he liked it, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made you feel.
“That’s a pretty look on you.” His hand tugged your head back, allowing you one more breath before he started to fuck your throat at his own pace. The way you hallowed your cheeks around him elicited a few deep, needy groans.
With every gag you made, the harder you felt him get. Just when you thought you were going to pass out from lack of oxygen, he pulled out of your mouth with a pleased sigh.
“I can’t wait anymore.” Kyungsoo wrapped his arms around your waist and laid you back down on the bed. Still trying to catch your breath, you collapsed into the sheets. Just then, you realized how exposed you were to him. Feeling embarrassed, you closed your legs, hiding your face with your hands.
“Oh no you don’t,” Kyungsoo muttered, spreading your legs open wide by moving his body in between them. He reached up and grabbed your hands gently in his, moving them away from your face.
“Sorry, I am just a little self conscious...” You pouted, a blush on your cheeks.
He scoffed before reassuring you, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” and looking down at your body. You felt so exposed under his gaze.
He reached down and pulled out a condom from the crumpled mess that was his pants, but you grabbed his hand to stop him.
He looked down at you with concern, expecting you to say you changed your mind and you weren’t ready. He was just about to move away, before you spoke up.
“Uhm... This sounds weird but... Can we not use the condom?”
Kyungsoo’s eyes widened, a little apprehensive, but also a little excited. “You don’t want to use it?... Why not?”
“It’s just...” you groaned, not wanting to explain that it was something you were into. There were a lot of things you were into that you weren’t ready to tell him about, but maybe one wouldn’t hurt.
“I’ve always thought about doing this, without a condom...” You hoped he wouldn’t ask you to explain any farther, and luckily, he didn’t need you to. A smirk spread across his devilish lips. He planned to take advantage of this.
“Oh?” He gripped your hips and tugged you closer to him on the bed, his hand positioning himself just perfectly before he slowly, slowly pushed the head of his dick into you. Even with your pussy dripping from arousal as well as your own cum, he still had to grab your thighs to help him push into you.
He groaned and cursed under his breath again before locking eyes with you. “Is this what turns you on, baby? You like when I’m in you bare like this?”
The only reply you could manage was a moan, that sounded more like a whimper.
Unsatisfied with this, Kyungsoo gripped your legs and raised them up over his shoulders once again. “Brace yourself baby.”
You nodded and prepared yourself. He was the first man you’d ever been with, and you’d always heard the first time hurt.
You were taken by surprise when Kyungsoo gripped your hips and forced his full length deep inside you, sending shocks of nothing but pleasure through your whole body and forcing a loud moan past your lips.
“W-why doesn’t it hurt?” You asked him, deeply confused.
“I am an incubus, nothing I do is meant to hurt you, unless you want it to.” Leaving it at that, he slid almost all the way out of you before slamming back inside, hitting your cervix.
You let out another yell of pure bliss, reaching up and gripping your nails into his arms since they were all you could reach.
Kyungsoo reacted by letting out a low growl, pulling out and roughly slamming back in. As he began to pick up the pace, he made sure to hit your cervix every time, a little reminder that he wasn’t wearing protection.
Immediately you felt overwhelmed, but not enough for it to be unpleasant. This isn’t what you imagined your first time to be like at all... it was so, so much better. As you clasped your hand over your mouth to try to keep the embarrassing noises to a minimum, Kyungsoo changed positions, practically folding you as he leaned down.
One of his hands pulled yours away from your mouth while the other reached down, his fingers rubbing circles on your clit as he buried himself all the way in you, staying there for a moment.
“Don’t cover your mouth. I want to hear you scream.”
As if by command, you felt an unexpected orgasm already building. Was he really about to force you to get off from nothing but his fingers?
Yes. You felt your second orgasm rip through your body, causing you to scream Kyungsoo’s name as your nails dug into his back. The way your walls squeezed around his dick with every pulse made him let out an audible moan.
You expected him to let him once you came, but he didn’t. He looked down at you as his fingers roughly circled your clit, the over stimulation feeling like a blinding heat.
“S-S-oo stop! wait! I ca-an’t!” You tried to stutter out, but he chose to ignore you for just a bit longer. Watching you unravel underneath him was driving him crazy, he couldn’t get enough of those beautiful moans.
“What did I say, baby? Fucking scream for me.” His hips suddenly began slamming back into you again, angling himself up to fuck himself into your g-spot as he viciously circled your poor overstimulated clit. It almost hurt, but in the best possible way.
“fuck! Kyungsoo, fuck, don’t stop!” You cried out, lifting your hips to meet his with every single thrust.
Kyungsoo’s thrusts began to lose rhythm, his free hand digging it’s nails into your hip to try and ground himself. He was losing himself in your pleasure, unable to help but feed off of it.
“Baby, I’m going to cum... fuck!” he hissed out as you clenched around him again.
“Come inside me” You groaned, lost in your own pleasure and wanting to share it with him.
His eyes widened as he looked down at you but didn’t slow down even a little bit. “Are you sure?” His thrusts as well as his breathing becoming shallow.
“Please, Soo, please cum inside me!” You cooed, about to lose yourself in your third orgasm, your head getting foggy.
Letting out a growl, Kyungsoo took hold of your hips and fucked you with an aggression you hadn’t seen in him before. He tilted his head back and let out a loud string of lewd curses before forcing himself all the way inside of you, his dick throbbing as he began to fill you with cum, more spilling into you with every pulse.
You cried out in ecstasy, your third orgasm approached rapidly as he released inside you, making your toes curl and your back arch. Kyungsoo stayed inside of you, not ready to pull out just yet. With a few absent minded and shallow thrusts back into you, he leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“You did so well, baby.”
You were absolutely exhausted. All you wanted to do was sleep. With the last of your strength, you reached up and wrapped your arms around him, bringing him down into your arms and peppering his face with loving kisses.
Kyungsoo chuckled and pulled you against his chest, pressing his lips to yours. In that moment, laying there naked, holding each other in each other’s arms, he realized what love was. He knew that he loved you.
Just then, pain shot through his entire body and he let out a shout of surprise.
“Kyungsoo! Are you okay?! What’s wrong?” You panicked, sitting up and looking at him for any obvious injuries.
The searing pain only grew in his body and he shot up in bed, looking over to you desperately, begging for help that he didn’t think you could give.
“Soo?!” You shuffled closer to him and pulled him into your arms, bringing his head to your chest and holding him as close as you could. You didn’t know what to do, but you hope that if you did have any angel in you, it would help him instead of hurt him here.
Kyungsoo reached up, his hands digging into the skin of your back as his demon form seemed to be taking over again. You’d only seen a glimpse of it, but from what you did see, it was terrifying. But you weren’t going to run away from him this time. You couldn’t possibly leave him alone in pain like this.
He let out another cry as he gripped onto you, drawing blood that you ignored. With a flinch, you brought him closer, whispering reassurance into his ear.
“It’s going to be okay, Soo. You’re okay, I’m here.” Your fingers brushed through his hair slowly, and you heard him growl. Huge horns that you hadn’t seen before sprouted out from his skull, twisting in odd directions as he held onto you.
You lifted Kyungsoo’s chin up with your fingers, making him look at you. His eyes were pure black, and he appeared to be crying in pain. his teeth were clenched and his nails continued to dig into your back.
You placed gentle kisses on his cheeks, forehead and nose, just like he had done to you earlier. “It’s okay, Soo. I won’t leave you again.”
He hid his face in your shoulder, nearly stabbing you with those damn horns. You rested your head on top of his, whispering any loving thing you could think of to him.
All of the places you’ve always wanted to go, all of the things that made you happy, all of the pretty things in the world that most people didn’t give a second glance to. Anything to distract him from his pain.
“I love you, Kyungsoo.” You finally said it, and you meant it. You wanted to wait until you meant it.
Kyungsoo froze, moving his head from your shoulder to look up at you. “What?...”
“I said, I love you, Kyungsoo. I love you.” You repeated, laughing. The situation wasn’t humorous in any form of the word, but it was all you could do.
Only a moment passed before Kyungsoo let out another shout, hiding his face in your shoulder again. Your arms curled around him once more, but not long after, you felt something your your arm.
Shocked, you opened your eyes and looked down, seeing a horn laying on the ground from where it bounced off of your arm. You looked up just in time to see the other horn fall off along with it, and you were absolutely confused.
“Kyungsoo?... Are you okay?...”
He didn’t answer, but you could see his skin and nails fading back to normal, right before he slumped against you in exhausted.
You carefully laid him down back onto the bed with his head in your lap and just ran your fingers through his hair, occasionally brushing them along his skin comfortingly. When he finally opened his eyes and looked up at you, he looked like he just fought a war. He looked exhausted, like all he wanted to do was sleep.
“Soo... What just happened? Tell me you’re okay” You brushed his hair from his forehead, looking down at him.
He took a few moments before rolling over so that his face was in your stomach, groaning like a child who didn’t want to wake up. You let out a laugh and roughly pinched his cheek.
“Hey! Don’t ignore me!”
“Ow, hey!” He whined, making you sigh with relief.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know, I-... Everything just hurt so badly out of nowhere, and then I blacked out...” He closed his eyes and you pulled the blanket over him.
“Well... I saw your full demon form, and your horns fell off... and then you passed out.”
“My... what? My horns fell off?” He sat up way quicker than you thought him capable of in that moment. His hands lifted up to touch where his horns would have been. Finding nothing, he let his arms fall back to his sides, looking dazed.
“Soo?... What does that mean?”
“Well... It means... I’m not a demon anymore?” his tone sounded as though he wasn’t even sure if it was real.
“What? You aren’t? Does that make you, like... human?”
“I think so... here, stab me with a nail” he pulled a nail out of the wall where a painting used to be, handing it to you.
“St- you want me to stab you? Are you insane? Absolutely not!” You pushed his hand away, glaring at him.
“Well, alright.” Kyungsoo took the nail and pushed it to his arm, immediately drawing blood. “ow!” He hissed.
You quickly retrieved a band-aid out of the night stand, putting medicine on it and placing it over his arm. “That was a terrible way to find out!”
“but it worked” he chuckled, easing your worry a bit. “Well... Now what do I do? I’ve never really... been in this position before”
The poor guy looked so lost. So you wrapped him up in your arms and laid back down with him again, this time under the covers.
“Well, I think we both deserve a long, long night of rest, and then we can figure that out in the morning.” You smiled and leaned forward, kissing him softly.
Kyungsoo smiled against your lips, his arms wrapping around your waist as he brought you back against his chest. “That sounds like a great plan. I like that.”
“I love you, Kyungsoo.” You muttered, already on the verge of falling asleep.
Kyungsoo stared at your face as you drifted to sleep, never thinking anything could be so beautiful. He found a reason to be something different than what he was. Something better. Something that made him better. There was no way he was going to lose you. Not after everything you’d been through in such a short few months. From now on, he’d commit all of his time to treating you like the angel you truly were.
➳ College!AU
➳ Scenario || Genre: Smut || Fluff || Rated: M
➳ Pairing: Do Kyungsoo x Reader
➳ Summary: He’s liked you for a long time and now it’s time for him to swallow his fear and finally admit it - with results better than he could imagine.
➳ Word Count: 1.5k
➳ Inspired by: My Lady - EXO
Kyungsoo looks at the note in his hand, the writing a shaky mess scrawled across the page but filled with so much hope and nerves that Kyungsoo shakes at the thought of you reading it. He’s crushed on you for a while and been pretty obvious in how he feels but there’s still this uncertainty from you; it’s not that you haven’t been reciprocating his feelings but more… shy about your own. Every time the two of you get close to a moment, maybe even sharing a kiss, you nervously laugh before running away and as much as Kyungsoo finds it adorable – he wants it to change.
The smile on your face when you read it, so dazzling and beautiful that he would be bold enough to compare it the sun and your eyes, shimmering as they crinkle slightly due to your smile, makes him fall even more in love with you. He’s captivated, he would do anything you told him to because he’s a slave for you; Kyungsoo would give you the heavens if you asked and he doesn’t realise it yet, but you would move mountains for him too.
“It took you long enough,” you giggle, covering your mouth with your hand as you look away with the faintest of blushes on your cheeks. “I know that it’s been clear but I needed to be sure,” you lean forward, the note safely folded in your hand, and kiss him on the cheek.
Kyungsoo’s ears turn pink, the heat travelling up the back of his neck as he looks away shyly, “well, at least you can finally kiss me before you run away.” He teases and your eyes widen in shock, “I mean, I always thought you didn’t like me back like that because of it.”
You chew your bottom lip, looking around as you search for the words to say why you behaved so strangely, “I was scared that if we kissed, those drunken moments at house parties or tender moments under the stars, that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from pushing for more.” You look away, embarrassed because you didn’t want to sound like one of those girls but you couldn’t help that Kyungsoo turned you on.
He was sweet, always so gentle with you but whenever he was in class, leading a project or even while he was studying, there was this other side to him that sent shivers down your spine. He could be dominant, commanding and the way he talked, the deep tenor in his voice, fuelled your fantasies about him. You loved how he was with you, so gentlemanly and kind, always making sure you enjoyed every moment with him but when you were alone – all you could think about was Kyungsoo’s hand trailing up your thigh while he told you how good you were.
You inwardly groan, here he is, trying to confess his love to you while you think about how much fun it would be if he bent you over the table.
“What is it?” He asks, concerned at how distant you seem to be.
You shake your head, sealing your lips shut, “nothing, I was just thinking about how I wish we did this sooner – saved both of us some time.”
Kyungsoo looks suspicious, his lips in a hard line as his wide eyes study your face; you hate how easily he can read you, how the smallest expression gives him everything he needs to know. He remains quiet, picking up his tea and taking a small sip before placing the cup down and causing your heart to jump into your throat with a sudden question. “You’re thinking about sex, aren’t you?”
You gasp, looking everywhere but his searching eyes, “is that the only reason you gave me this, is that all you wanted from me?” You try throwing it back at him in a way to deflect his question but it only seems to get him to push forward.
He grabs your hand, encasing it in both of his with a teasing smile on his heart-shaped lips, “be honest with me, everything will be so much easier if we are honest with each other.” He opens your hand and reveals his note, “I gave you my love confession on a messy note, so the least you can do is tell me what exactly is going through your mind because I know your ‘sex dream’ look and that’s what you were wearing before.”
“My-my what?” You groan, placing your forehead on his hands because nothing could be more humiliating than him pointing out that you’re daydreaming about what he’s like in bed while in the middle of Starbucks.
“Tell me, tell me all of your secrets and maybe I’ll share one of mine.”
The way his hand grips your hips, the uncertainty in his movements like you’re fragile china and he doesn’t want to break you, and the way he looks down at you with the most loving look in his eyes, causes your body to shiver with delight but you needed more.
Kyungsoo dragged you back to his apartment after your confession, kissing you deeply the moment the door was closed and he didn’t waste any time in moving you into his bedroom. He had wanted to hear how much you wanted him in so long that the moment you told him about your fantasies – he couldn’t contain himself. It felt so strange, having flirted and danced around each other for years, having fantasied about this moment in many ways, it felt so strange to finally hear your voice whisper his name while feeling his lips trailing across your collarbone.
“So beautiful,” he murmurs, moving his hands up your body to massage your breasts, “I could look at you forever.” The worship he gives you stokes the fire in your core but you can feel that he’s holding back, that he’s worried about how you might react if he lets himself lose control with you in this moment.
Kyungsoo loves to be in control, from group projects to his part-time job as assistant manager in the kitchen; he thrives on control and is very disciplined in all areas except for when he’s with you. You make him lose control, lose focus because you consume him and all he wants to do is give you everything he possibly can. If he loses control with you, then he doesn’t know what would happen; he’s already out of his comfort zone, already doing things he never would have done for anyone else.
What would happen if Kyungsoo just let go of all inhibitions and gave in to the primal need to feel you?
“Please,” you say quietly at first, repeating yourself so that you know he heard you, “please, fuck me harder.” Your legs wrap around his hips as he begins to thrust harder, gritting his teeth to try and remain in control. “Soo, God, please,” you grab his hands, squeezing your breasts instead of massaging them, “I’m not that delicate, I want you to make me scream.” His fingers tweaking your nipples and he watches how your face contorts with pleasure.
How can he stay in control when you’re doing everything to make him want to fuck you instead of making love to you?
That’s what he wants, he wants you to feel the love he has for you as you cry out his name but you have other plans in mind. He can still make you feel loved and also have your toes curling with an intense orgasm.
With every moan, every whine and plea mixed with his name, Kyungsoo struggles to keep it together; his thrusts get harder that he keeps hearing you beg for more, and your nipples are pulled and perky but it doesn’t stop you from tweaking them yourself. He feels you around him, clenching and pulsating as your orgasm grows closer and hearing you repeat his name like a mantra, trying to hold yourself together for as long as you can, is the final straw for him. Kyungsoo leans forward, kissing your bitten lips before sitting up and gripping your hips tightly, “rub your clit,” he growls out and you moan in response.
He watches your fingers draw 8 figures over your sensitive bud, eyes traveling up to see your face contort and eyes clench shut as the coil in your abdomen grows tighter; he always thought you were beautiful but nothing beats you like this. Nothing beats hearing your sweet voice cry his name as you cum, nothing beats how your eyes roll back in your head as the white hot pleasure blinds you momentarily and nothing beats the way your tight pussy milks his cock, his seed spurting into the condom you made sure he wore.
He collapses on top of you, finding comfort in your arms as he lets himself rest for a moment, “I’m sorry,” he whispers, face buried into your chest as he listens to your heart beat, “next time I’ll be better.”
Next time, you smile warmly at the thought, choosing to cherish this moment instead of pushing it. Next time, you hope he doesn’t hold back.
