#heuningkai smut

[sugawhaaa]

TXT HEADCANONS

🍓ass, tits, or thighs?🍓

Warnings:: NSFW

Pairing:: ot5!txt x fem!reader

A/N:: for the first time in a million years I don't have much to say...um I saw skz 😁

Txt masterlist:: 🍓

🍡Soobin🍡

Definitely an all of the above type guy. I feel like generally speaking Soobin would like a woman would a lot of meat on her bones. He'd love the soft plushiness of her body for all sorts of things like cuddling, groping and even just to rest his head on her thighs. He also definitely has a thing for being squished between thick thighs and shoving his face between some nice big tits.

🍥Yeonjun🍥

Thighs guy all the way. Thighs and ass kind of go together and he does appreciate a nice ass but his main focus would be the thighs, especially if you have wide hips and a thinner waist. He really likes an overall natural curve to one's body, but he's not picky. He'd love to see his girl wearing thigh high boots, stockings, or even just Jean shorts that show off the width of her thighs nicely.

🍰Beomgyu🍰

I think Beomgyu would be pretty neutral. He may lean a bit more towards ass but he doesn't really care. He'd like to use a nice round ass as sort of a handle, grabbing it to either press his girl against him or press her against some other surface. He'd also be one to eat out from behind, spreading your ass out so he can really dig in good 🤤 and when fucking from behind he would give your ass a nice pat or smack...

🍒Taehyun🍒

Tits all day everyday. I may have already written about this at some point but smth about Terry screams "I love boobies" and idk why. He's the type that likes to play with and knead them but also the time to pinch and suck on your nipples 😋 he could definitely make you cum from tit sucking alone...

🍨Kai🍨

Kai appreciates all aspects of his partners body but definitely leans more towards ass. He's not as much the type to act on his attraction towards your ass, more just appreciating the view for afar and occasionally pulling you closer by your ass. He would also like to rest his hand there a lot when standing next to you, not groping or anything but just placing his hand there as if it was resting on your shoulder or waist.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Now See Them Burn in Fire | Final Part

Genre: dark fic, smut, angst

Word Count: 15.5k

 Chapter Excerpt:

“Fuck, fuck, that feels too good. Stop.” He curses loudly, pulling you off his cock as if he's the one that needs the air. 

The small break is like a damn breaking loose, and you sob as the night air rushes in, feeling like embers raked across your burning throat. 

You cry, your sobs harsh and ugly, tears mingling with the mess of saliva dribbling down your chin and sticking your hair to your face in a disgustingly pathetic display.

“Are you crying for me now, flower?” He asks mockingly, but the look of false concern on his face quickly gets replaced with primal hunger the harder you cry. “I think I'll never tire of this sight. I have always dreamed of you coming back to me–being so sweet and loving and making me forget all that everyone has put me through. But you put me through it too–you hurt me most of all, and seeing you cry on my cock like this feels just as good as your love would feel like. Your tears are so delicious, my flower.”

Warnings: fem!reader, DARK FIC, NONCON/DUBCON, character death, graphic description of human sacrifice, iron age au, supernatural au, yandere beomgyu, dark magic, blood magic, burning as execution (see the fic title lol), blowjob, missionary, PIV sex, corruption, degradation

The world blurs around you—stone, smoke, the glow of torchlight. All you can hear is the pounding of your heart and Beomgyu’s voice echoing in your skull like a curse: Go to him. Save him if you can.

By the time you reach your home, your legs are shaking, your chest is tight, and your vision is swimming with tears and firelight. You burst through the doorway breathless, bracing for the worst—blood, smoke, the empty silence of the dead.  

But Kai is still there. Alive. Pale and sick, but alive.  

He looks at you in worry. “What happened? Are you alright?” He asks, concerned about you, but you don’t answer his question, your mind plagued by a matter more detrimental than your current wellbeing. 

“Kai,” You whisper urgently, your voice barely above a whisper, scared of the answer you’ll get. “Tell me the truth. Was your family behind what happened to his?”

You don’t need to specify who you’re talking about. He already knows, and maybe that was all that you really needed to know.

Kai doesn't answer right away, and that silence—that hesitation—sends a ripple of dread down your spine.  

“I… I’m not sure,” He finally says, carefully, reservedly, building up your dread stone by stone. “I heard things when I was a child, but I don’t remember them clearly.”  

“What things?” You press, and he rubs a hand over his face, as if trying to summon the past memories through the fog of time and willful ignorance. 

“The elder priests used to visit my father in secret. I didn’t understand it at the time. But I remember hearing Beomgyu’s name... His mother and father were very devout. They went to the temple often—seeking help and guidance. The elders would come straight to my father after their visits. I remember them whispering… something about the boy.”  

Your breath catches in your throat.  “What did they say?”  

“My father instructed the priests to tell Beomgyu's parents to be… cautious of him. His mother had trouble carrying. She was sick often. He told the priests to give her something to help with the pregnancy. He said it would make matters easier for her. He told them to warn his family about him—about Beomgyu. That he was dangerous. That he carried something dark in him. That if they didn’t act in time, he would bring ruin to them.”  

You feel the words sink in like venom under your skin.

“They poisoned her,” You say flatly, the realization making you dizzy. “They made her lose her children. And they made them blame Beomgyu for it before he was even old enough to defend himself.”  

Kai shakes his head adamantly. “You don’t know that,” He says, defensive. “They were trying to help her. She was so weak—she nearly died giving birth to him. He barely survived. If it weren’t for my father’s help and those priests’ work, Beomgyu might not have made it either.”  

You meet his gaze, eyes stinging.  “Or they might’ve killed him too.”  

The silence that follows is loud, filled with the buzzing in your ears and the mistrust brewing between you.  Neither of you knows which version of the story is true, but Beomgyu has already made up his mind.  And that belief, whether built on lies or the truth, is the fuel he used to burn everything to the ground.

You suppose you should find comfort in the notion that you aren't the sole reason behind this plague after all. You haven’t brought ruin to Kai’s family. They did that to themselves just as much as you did. And now you're all paying the terrible price. 

Kai reaches forward, trying to hold your hand in his own but you pull away, your fingers curling tightly against your chest.

“Did you ever ask your father about any of it?” You ask, the words trembling on your tongue.

Kai’s eyes drop. “No.”

“Why?” The question hangs between you like smoke. But he doesn’t answer. Instead, he lifts his gaze and the challenge in it surprises you, “Why don’t you ask your elders?”

Because you're afraid. If you never ask, you can keep believing it’s all a lie—some twisted tale spun by Beomgyu to justify his cruelty. Because if you ask—if they confirm what you fear—then there’s no going back, no hiding behind the safety of denial. You’d have to face what they did. What you all allowed. What you might still be a part of. And you’re not sure you’re strong enough for that.

“Did he tell you this?” He asks and you look away, scared of him pulling a thread that would unravel all your lies. 

“He told me things too.” He says quietly and your head whips around in alarm. “He said he got to you before I did.”

You shake your head, bile rising in your throat. “He is lying.” You hiss, tears of anger and guilt burning behind your eyelids.

“Is he?” He asks, and the suspicion in his voice breaks you. “Then how does he know about the burn mark on your left thigh?” 

“That—he doesn’t—” You stumble, scrambling for something—anything—that might explain how he could know something so intimate about you. But no lie comes. Your mind is a storm of grief and guilt, too tangled for reason, too loud to spin deceit. So you cling to the truth—at least, the part of it that might still save you. “I never let him touch me. He knows about the burn because he was there when it happened. We were making a persuasion draught—he dropped the heated spoon and it burned through my dress, caught my thigh and he—”

You falter as you look up, the words dying in your mouth.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You whisper because he is. Kai is looking at you like he doesn’t know you. Like something fragile and precious has cracked between you and he doesn’t know if it can ever be mended.

“You were doing potions together?” He asks, voice quiet but not gentle.

You swallow hard. Every word you speak seems to drag you closer to the flames. “We were just playing around. We were children. I didn’t—”

“You taught him magic.” It’s not a question. It’s an accusation.  

“Only little things. Harmless little spells. Simple rites. Nothing of this magnitude.” You shake your head, desperation bleeding into every word, begging him to believe you. “I can’t even perform magic of this scale. Please—you have to believe me.”

But his expression doesn’t soften. He looks at you as if you’re a stranger—someone he almost recognizes, but cannot trust.

“Did you let him touch you too?” Kai asks, and you shake your head, but the motion shifts your hair from your shoulder, revealing things even worse to him. 

His eyes land on the marks Beomgyu left on your neck and his expression falters.

“Were you with him just now?” His voice rises, and you shake as you witness your beloved's unbridled fury for the first time since you've known him. 

Panic flares in your chest. You've forgotten to cover up your sins. You've forgotten.

“It was just a kiss,” You blurt out, and the hurt that flashes across his face guts you. “Please, you have to believe me—I was only trying to save us. He killed our families, Kai. I was trying to stop him. I thought if I gave him what he wanted—”

His jaw clenches. He turns away for a moment as if he is trying to restrain himself from doing something he might regret.

“I had nothing left,” You whisper pitifully. “And if I could trade my shame for your life, I would do it all again.”

But he’s not listening anymore. Whatever you say, it no longer reaches him. Despite the frailty of his body, he rises—slow but unshaken—death blazing behind his eyes as he makes for the door.

“No—please, please,” You beg, following him, stumbling over your own desperation. “You can’t stand up to him. He’ll kill you. You don’t have the strength—”

Again and again, you say the wrong thing. 

“Is that why you let him fuck you? For me? Because you think your husband not man enough so you have to whore yourself out to protect him?”

You flinch, knowing you've utterly broken him but also knowing you had no other choice but to try to protect him and your child. You had no other choice. You're all doomed. 

“I didn’t—I swear to you, I didn’t—” You reach for him, but he shoves you away, his violence shocking you, his fury lending him strength he should no longer possess, his sickened body rising on nothing but rage and heartbreak. “I’ll prove to him—and to you—that I am not the fool you both take me for.”

And then he’s gone.

You chase after him, heart hammering, the past unraveling behind your eyes—your father choking on his own blood, your mother kicking and screaming as she's dragged away, Kai's father being fed to the flames. Too much has already been lost. You cannot lose him too. But he will not be stopped, and the more you try, the more attention you draw. Doors creak open. Faces peer out, roused from uneasy sleep, watching as you stumble behind your enraged husband through the streets.

And then you’re there—back where it all began. Beomgyu’s house lies before you, dark and looming.

“Come out, Beomgyu. Let’s end this now. Man to man.” Kai stands tall, fists clenched, voice loud enough to wake even the gods.

It doesn't take long for the man, the monster, to emerge. The words hardly leave your husband's mouth before Beomgyu is stepping out, slowly, silently, as if answering a summons he’d long foreseen. His eyes land on Kai—not on you, not on the gathering crowd, only Kai—and a flicker of delight flashes across his face. 

Your fear for your husband multiplies tenfold. Beomgyu has been waiting for this. This is a trap. It’s all been a trap, and you’ve fallen into it like fools. 

Beomgyu’s men move quickly, stepping in to block the path between the two men. You hear the hiss of drawn blades, the excited murmurs of those roused from their beds now watching with wide eyes, eager to witness the latest sacrifice. 

“Fight me, you coward. don’t hide behind your men.” Kai shouts, voice hoarse, the sickness still clinging to him like a death shroud despite his brave display. 

Beomgyu only raises a brow. “Why? So you can try to kill me, just as your father did? Can you truly not stand to see the people rise and demand justice for themselves, so much so that you would slaughter us all just to reclaim your crumbling power?”

“Nobody else,” Kai replies, not caring to refute any of Beomgyu's other claims. After all, a dead man has no use arguing with the angel of death. “Just you.”

A beat of silence.

“So be it. You shall taste the wrath of the gods as your father did before you.” Beomgyu proclaims, his words aiming to get under Kai’s skin, to rattle him more than he already is, to remind him that he stood helpless as Beomgyu sacrificed his father to the flames. He wants to kill his soul before he lets the flames devour his body. “May the gods cast their favour upon the better man.”

A wave of heat flashes across your skin as he throws a glance at you, and you gulp as he lifts a hand and motions for his men to step back.

Your heart seizes up. He’s going to fight him. He's going to kill him.

Kai raises his sword, steady despite the sickness weakening his limbs. You try to move forward, try to speak—but someone grabs your arm and pulls you back. “Stay out of it,” They hiss, their grip like hellfire on your skin.

Beomgyu steps forward, the moon catching on the edge of the sword at his side, throwing harrowing reflections across his cruel face. Kai’s hand is tight around the hilt of his sword, though it trembles faintly—whether from fever or fury, you cannot tell. The last of his strength has been scraped together for this moment, and it shows in the tension of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw. He should not be standing—but he is through the sheer power of rage and vengeance. But which man’s pain is greater? Whose hate is stronger?

They circle each other beneath the pallid light of the crescent moon, their swords gleaming, breath billowing like smoke into the night air—one man’s breath waning with every step while the other’s steams with vitality. When their blades meet, it is like thunder—metal shrieking against metal.

Kai fights like a man with nothing left to lose. Each blow is wild, desperate, heavy with everything he cannot say. But Beomgyu—Beomgyu moves like something not quite human. He doesn’t block so much as predict, dancing just out of reach, deflecting each strike with sickening ease. 

He toys with Kai. Every clash, every sidestep, every glint of steel is mocking, a way to lure him in, a way to make him think he has a chance. You feel it, in your bones, the dread building with each near miss, each time Kai’s sword is turned away. Beomgyu is letting him fight. Letting him hope.

Only to take it away.

When Kai somehow manages to land a hit—a shallow cut across Beomgyu’s arm, you think it might finally turn the tide. You too, start to foolishly believe he has a chance. 

But Beomgyu doesn’t even flinch. He turns his head slowly, looks down at the blood on his sleeve… and gives a smile that curdles the blood in your veins, smothering your heart 

Then the real fight begins.

Beomgyu’s strikes grow faster, sharper. The clang of their swords grows louder, deafening. You watch in horror as Kai starts to falter. His knees nearly buckle. He stumbles then recovers—barely. Your hand covers your mouth, heart hammering so loud you think it must be echoing across the clearing.

Beomgyu disarms him in a blur of silver and motion, Kai’s blade spinning into the dirt with a horrible finality. Kai lunges at Beomgyu with his bare hands, his eyes screaming with hatred—but Beomgyu pushes him back easily, driving his foot into Kai’s chest and sending him sprawling onto his back, gasping for breath.

He stands over him. Raises his sword.

“No,” You cry out as if your neck is the one at the edge of the sword. “No, no, no—please—”

The blade halts just at Kai’s neck, trembling there as if eager to slice through, a hair’s breadth away from the skin and muscle. One wrong breath would end it. One slip, and everything would be over.

But Beomgyu doesn’t move. He doesn’t behead Kai where he lies. Instead, he looks at you. And in that breathless stretch of silence, where even the wind seems to still, he smiles again—slow and knowing, as if to tell you that this was always how it would end.

Then, without breaking your gaze, he lifts his sword.

“Seize them,” He commands softly, the words falling from his mouth like the final chant of a curse.

In a moment, his men surge forward. You scream Kai's name as he’s dragged up from the earth, his bloodied body unable to resist. But you still have some fight in you, and you kick and bite, clawing at the arms that close around you, trying to break free, but they are simply too many. You are outnumbered, outmatched. Hopeless.

The world spins. The crowd doesn’t move, doesn’t intervene. They stand and watch the last branch of the ruling family fall at the hands of Beomgyu's sweeping darkness, and they welcome it, too dumb and blind to see that they're surrendering their own lives with yours. 

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The men drag you through the settlement, your feet stumbling, your wrists raw from the bonds. At first, you barely notice anything but the iron grip of fear wrapping itself tighter and tighter around your heart. 

But then…you realize the fires are gone. All of them—every hearth, every brazier, every torch—has been snuffed out. No embers glow. No lights leak from the homes that once pulsed with life. Though the whole world is plunged into darkness, the sweltering heat remains, pushing out all hope, smothering any chance of salvation. You can feel the old power in it—the power of endings.

They drag you all to the heart of the settlement where the great fire should be. But there is no fire. Not yet.

Your heart pounds harder the closer you get, a nauseating apprehension roiling in your gut. The smell of burned flesh and smoke still hangs heavy in the air, suffocating your lungs. Even if the fire is dead, the ashes remain.

You are forced to kneel with the others—all those who have remained loyal to the ruling family—but you don’t look at them. You don’t look at the faces of your fellow doomed. You don’t look at the faces of those who have condemned you. You don’t even look at Beomgyu. 

You only see him. Kai.

They have stripped him bare to the waist, his body bloodied and bruised, bound tight to the remnant of the stone altar that Kai's grandmother had used. There he, and it, lie at the center of the clearing in front of an imposing structure… a great wickerman. 

No. This cannot be—the dead fires, the wickerman... Beomgyu cannot be bringing this gruesome ritual back. He cannot be this cruel.

You look with horror at your lover, his hair matted with blood and ash, and you see the rise and fall of his chest—he is still alive. Still breathing. For now. He doesn't even lift his eyes to you. Perhaps he already knows what you know. Perhaps he sees his fate in the face of the terrible wickerman. 

You try to rise but someone strikes you down. You taste blood in your mouth as you see Beomgyu step forward, his black robes billowing around him like wings of a great carrion bird. “By the will of the gods, the line of corruption shall be cut out. The final blood shall be spilled. The curse shall end tonight.”

You scream out—but your voice barely carries, swallowed by the heavy, dark night.

Still, Kai stirs, his eyes find yours. You see no fear in them. Only sorrow. Only regret. And then he turns his gaze to Beomgyu and spits at his feet.

The crowd gasps.

Beomgyu smiles. A terrible, calm smile. He draws his blade—a blade that gleams unnaturally in the fireless dark, and advances. Kai doesn’t struggle, his body too weak—his spirit broken. He has already resigned to his fate.

You sob, struggling against the arms that hold you down. “No! No, please!”

Beomgyu kneels before Kai. He places a hand on Kai’s sternum—almost gentle. He pauses for a moment, closing his eyes as a strangely revenant expression overtakes his face, like a priest anointing a newborn as it comes into this world. But instead, he seems to be marking Kai’s soul for his taking, relishing in the moment before he drives his knife in and severs his soul from his body. 

Kai’s scream splits the night. It splits your soul. You thrash against your captors. You scream. You beg. But it is no use.

Beomgyu carves open his chest with a butcher’s precision, parting ribs and sinew with ease. Blood gushes freely, staining the sacred stone black. And then—worse still—Beomgyu’s hand plunges into the opening he has made. You turn your face away, bile rising in your throat, but you hear it—you hear the wet, wretched sound as he tears Kai’s still beating heart from his chest. You feel yourself shatter. You sob so hard you cannot breathe. You scream his name until your throat rips raw. But there is no mercy.

You look back to see Beomgyu lifting your beloved's heart high for all to see, for you to see—the heart you had sought so hard to love and protect, now ripped out and silenced forever by the hateful hand of a monster you had foolishly let into your lives so many years before—the man you had thought for a reckless moment you could let into your own heart many moons ago… Now he stands, holding your true lover's heart in his hand, presenting it to you like a mad warrior presenting the severed head of his enemy to his lover. 

With a sickening grin, he casts your sweet Kai's heart into the waiting kindling piled high at the base of the pyre. 

You watch, broken, paralyzed, as he places dry herbs and twisted branches—kindling—into your husband’s broken ribcage. He lights a fire, not upon the earth, but within the ruin of his body—a hearth of flesh. The flames writhe unnaturally, curling outward like grasping fingers, hungering for more.

The fire takes your lover's body from the inside out, consuming him from his very soul. The smell of burning flesh fills the air anew. The corrupted smell of the man you loved, making you retch uncontrollably, and you fall onto all fours. You claw at the ground, as if you could bury yourself and escape this nightmare. But the nightmare is only beginning.

This single, profane blaze becomes the mother-fire. From the ruin of Kai’s chest, Beomgyu lights the terrible wickerman. From the fire consuming your beloved’s broken body, his men take up torches, each dipping into the inferno in turn, carrying the corrupted flame to each home, relighting the dead hearths with it—ensuring that every house, every family, every life bears the mark of this sin. 

And as the smoke climbs to the black sky, you know, his tribe will never know the gods' mercy, not when their fires burn with the blood of your beloved—your sweet, beautiful Kai. Once all the fires are lit, Beomgyu turns to the people, his face calm, triumphant. He declares, “The cursed bloodline is no more. The plague has ended with him! Rejoice, my good people. Let this tribe rise from their ashes!”

The crowd erupts in a fevered cheer—grateful, desperate, foolish. You can barely hear them over the ringing in your ears. Because Beomgyu knows—you know—that Kai’s bloodline is not gone. You carry it still—in the form of the life growing quietly within you.

And Beomgyu is not done yet.

You are forced to your feet, alongside the others, and one by one, you are made to kneel before Beomgyu. The searing heat of the great Wickerman’s flames scorches your back, the flames’ flickering shadows dancing on your skin as you are asked the same damning question: “Do you denounce the cursed bloodline?”

The first few in line stand resolute, their loyalty to your husband’s bloodline unwavering. They remain proud, courageous... until they are dragged, screaming, into the burning body of the Wickerman, their defiance swiftly consumed by the flames. 

The courage of those next in line dwindles rapidly, and they all quickly learn that the burn of shame is more tolerable than the scorch of hellfire. They weep, they beg, they repent. They bend the knee.

And then, it is your turn.

Beomgyu's voice is soft, almost sympathetic, as he repeats the question. “Do you denounce the cursed bloodline?” But you know better. His gentleness is nothing but a mask, a cruel performance meant to give you false hope. He means to torture you the same way he tortured your husband. 

You understand that no words will save you now. This is the end.

Still, you must try—You think of the life growing inside you and your stomach twists violently as if your unborn child is crying out, desperate for its own salvation.  To save its still-forming body? To protect its eternal soul? You do not know, but you know you must do something, anything.

“Yes,” You choke out. 

“Then rise.” Beomgyu compels you to your feet, and you rise on shaky legs, expecting him to laugh, to mock you for the weakness you’ve shown in renouncing your own husband—only for him to cast you into the flames just as he threatened.

You shut your eyes as he draws closer, preparing for the end. You think of your husband’s face, his smile, and in the silence of that moment, you wish it is his face that greets you in the afterlife, despite all that has transpired. You wish that in death, he might come to understand, to forgive you for what you've had to do.

But instead Beomgyu pulls you towards him…. and kisses you. 

The crowd gasps, and you remain frozen, wondering if you have already died and gone to the underworld. If this is the gods’ punishment for all your wickedness. 

But then Beomgyu pulls back, his unmistakable dark eyes fixed on you—those eyes that even a demon cannot mimic.  

“She is clean,” Beomgyu declares, his voice ringing out with a grim triumph as he turns to face the shocked crowd. “A true leader must do more than protect his people. He must have the strength to forgive those who have been led astray. He must be ruthless in guarding his own, yet merciful to those who seek redemption. She has fallen victim to their lies and deceit, but as long as she proves her loyalty to my people, I shall not cast aside one as forsaken as her. I know that pain all too well.”

His hand extends towards you, his words honeyed with pretense. “Let us join together to rebuild this tribe into something stronger, greater than ever before.”

You choke on your tears, realising the full deviance of his plans. He has exacted his revenge in its entirety. He has wiped out Kai and his family for the wrongs they committed against him. He has decimated the priest class for their deceit and greed. And he has deprived you of everyone you knew and loved, forcing you to endure the same agonies he suffered, only to claim you for himself in the end. He has made you not only accept him, but beg for him.

Tears fall freely as you nod and the crowd erupts in cheer around you—uncaring whether your tears come from joy or devastation. They don't even consider the broken body of your husband, their former leader, still lying atop the altar stone, abandoned and forgotten. 

Beomgyu's grip on your waist is bruising, exerting more power than is needed to keep your crumbling body upright.

“Clean her up,” He barks the command at the servant women—the same women who prepared you for your marriage to Kai. “Today is a day of celebration.”

As they lead you away, the acrid smoke of Kai’s body still choking the sky, its bitter scent poisoning your lungs—you hear one of Beomgyu’s men mutter, “I don’t know why master hasn’t burned her. She’s one of them. She carries the sickness too.”

You bow your head. You stay silent. For the sake of the child inside you, you must survive. You must not step one foot out of line or these people will not hesitate to burn you.

He has trapped you so utterly, and left the flames as your only escape. 

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Tears fall silently as the women prepare you, their hands moving with detached efficiency. They say nothing as they wipe your tears away and fix what they have ruined. They make no effort to soothe or comfort you. Gone is the teasing, the light-hearted laughter of your first wedding. Now, there is only a tense silence. They pity you, you sense it in their glances, but not one of them would lift their voice against Beomgyu. They are bound to him, as you are, and though their hearts may ache for you, none would dare save you from him.

Beomgyu weds you, proving his mercy to his people but also legitimising his ascension to power by marrying the fallen leader’s wife. 

The crown of wildflowers they place on his head makes him look beautiful, boyish even—the most innocent he has ever looked when he's the most guilty. The crown on your own head feels like it should wither, for how could such delicate flowers withstand your grief? 

You look around you and your crumbling heart turns to dust at the reminder of everyone that isn't here anymore—your family, your friends, Kai…. They've all been taken from you. Beomgyu has stripped you bare of everyone who has ever loved or cared for you so you would stand here alone, as he is. 

He has stolen your life from you, forcing you to face the void it left behind and daring you not to succumb to it, not to fall into the same abyss he did.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu’s men are loud, their cheers roaring in the air, rising above the clink of cups, their laughter richer than the wine they drink. This bloody revolution has carried them swiftly up the ranks, granting them power and wealth they could never have dreamed of, never could have earned in a hundred lifetimes. They are drunk on their victory, intoxicated by their conquest. To them, this is their moment of glory. They are the leaders now, standing atop the ashes of those who once ruled, reigning over the ruins they have made.

The people, too, celebrate with wild abandon—their laughter spilling into the air, as they throw themselves into the revelry, eager to bask in the warmth of a new dawn. They drink deeply, their cups never empty, their hearts swollen with false euphoria. They try to lose themselves in it—the music, the dancing, the generosity of the feast. They tell themselves that they have finally broken the chains that have held them down, and now they stand free. 

But beneath their drunken joy, you sense an undercurrent of fear—a fear you know too well, the fear of the man they’ve crowned, of what he is capable of, and a nagging dread that they have sacrificed too much. For all their joy, they know they are not free. Not now. Perhaps not ever.

Beomgyu does not join in the celebrations. He sits quiet, his own wine untouched, his impassive gaze sweeping over the revelers. He does not raise a cup to his victory. He does not even spare a glance towards the bride he has claimed through fire and ash. It's disquieting to be sitting next to him but not feel his steely gaze on you when you've been tormented by those same eyes every moment of your miserable existence until now— the absence of that torment as unsettling as the presence of it ever was.

Does he desire this marriage at all? For whom is it truly meant? Is this another move in his cruel game, another way to crush you, to prove his dominion over you?

He does not even linger at his own wedding for long. The ritual, the eternal binding of your soul to his, seems nothing but a mere formality—performed by one of the few remaining priests who have chosen to bend the knee in order to save their skin—as if the laws of the gods ever mattered to Beomgyu.

Once it is done, he doesn’t take long to retire to his home, dragging you along with him and leaving his men to indulge in their solitary, drunken revelry, and the people to their uneasy celebration of their new life under his rule. 

In his iron grip, you feel the pretense of his indifference falter. This celebration was never for you. It wasn’t even for him. It was for them.

But now his real celebration begins. 

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Beomgyu’s kisses are oppressive–all the emotion that had evaded him the entire sham wedding suddenly found and unleashed on you at once, his mouth devouring yours as his hands grab their fill of every inch of your body. 

He doesn’t permit you any room to breathe, stealing the breath right out of your lungs the same way he stole everything from you. 

But before your spotty vision turns to black, he pulls back, panting and frazzled as if he has snapped out of whatever madness had overcome him. But he could never part from his insanity, for it is too deeply rooted in his rotten mind. 

“I've waited for this day for years.” He tells you, fingers caressing your face as his dilated pupils take you in like a lion sizing up their meal. You think you would have felt safer with a lion than the creature stood in front of you. “I knew from the start that the gods have made you to be mine. My beautiful prize for all that I have been put through.”

The gods could not have willed this. He went against them, tore down their shrines, massacred their vessels, gutted their supports. He does not deserve you or anyone else. He should have remained in loneliness and exile like he was fated to be. 

But he has broken out now, carved a new cursed path for himself with the burning flesh of your fallen gods, and you must keep your mouth shut or you, too, will burn. 

Beomgyu searches your face for something-–what that is, you do not know—but he doesn’t seem pleased by what he finds, the corner of his lip twitching for a moment before a light scoff leaves his mouth. “No words for me? Fine, if that is how you wish it to be.” 

Wish it to be? You never wanted any part of this!

But in his infinite delusion, Beomgyu does not care, choosing to take offence to your rightful rejection of his obsessive declaration of his devotion. He presses down on your shoulders, pushing you to your knees. 

“Repent, my flower.” He tells you, your line of sight directly in front of his erect member. You feel sick. You can’t believe this is happening. You can't believe you're all alone with this monster. You wish you had burned with all the others, but here you are, suffering a fate worse than death in order to protect your unborn child. It’s the last remnant you have of Kai, the last vestige of his crumbled legacy. You’ve destroyed him and his entire family with this vile creature in front of you. You owe them this. 

Beomgyu pulls his cock out, brushing your hair out of your face so he can press the head of it to your lips. “Open up, my flower.” 

You open your mouth a little, fighting with yourself in order to please him but that wasn’t enough for him. He pointedly presses his fingers into the hollows of your cheeks to force your mouth open wider before he shoves his cock in, already forcing you to take more than you can handle. 

You instinctively raise your hands up to push him back but he smacks them away, his own hand moving from your jaw to your hair and jerking your head back roughly, forcing you to look up at him—the crown of flowers at the top of your head almost falling off at the savage motion if not for the multiple pins placed there to keep it in place.  

“Do not lay your hands on me.” He hisses sharply and for a second he lets you feel the full extent of the darkness he bears in his soul. “You have not earned the right.”

You cower, quickly putting your hands behind your back and he smiles chillingly at your obedience, patting your cheek condescendingly. “Good girl. I know you can learn to be a good wife for me.”

You feel another wave of nausea overtake your body as it breaks out in a sickly sweat. Oh heavens, that's what you are now, isn't it? His wife. That or a charred corpse. 

You don't have enough time to swallow down the lump in your throat before he moves to feed you his cock once more and, even though you’re better prepared for it this time, you still gag around him when he pushes in too far. “You must know how to please me. You will come to learn what I like soon enough. And I certainly like seeing you on your knees begging for my forgiveness. So go on my flower, beg with that pretty mouth of yours.”

You obediently keep your mouth open and your body still as he fucks your face and moans in appreciation every time your throat spasms around the intrusion. You can tell he likes it. He takes pleasure from hurting you in this way. Kai has never treated you this roughly. He was sweet and shy and kind, and now he’s gone because you were too selfish to sacrifice yourself to this monster. 

“That's it. you were always a fast learner, my flower.” Beomgyu hums, pleased with your surrender, and for a moment you think he will be more gentle with you as he pulls back to take a brief pause, his fingers smearing your own drool across your face and his eyes glinting with thrill at the sight of your swollen lips. 

For a moment he looks at you almost… tenderly—a near perfect mockery of a lover admiring their beloved.

But then he lines his cock with your mouth and slams it back in, forcing himself all the way down your throat in one go and holding you there—throat full of him and nose nestled into groin for a few moments that feel like an eternity as your throat convulses and tries to push out the intrusion. 

You struggle to stay still for him, to not reach up and push him out so you can regain your breath. Your nails dig into your palms as you try to keep your hands in place and breathe through your nose so you won't suffocate.

“Yeah That's it.” He purrs, his enjoyment palpable, the taste of it bitter at the back of your throat. “I'm going to train that tight throat of yours every night until every word you speak will  taste of me.” 

He pulls back until just the tip is in your mouth and your jaw gapes open to suck in much needed air, but he is too cruel to allow you that, shoving his cock back in your throat right as you take in a breath. He does this again and again, his ruthless thrusts bruising the back of your throat as your scalp burns from the sting of his grip. The obscene wet sounds of his thrusts and your gagging fill the silent night and you wonder if the whole tribe can hear you— if everyone is bearing witness to your dishonour. His guards standing outside certainly do.

“Fuck, fuck, that feels too good. Stop.” He curses loudly, pulling you off his cock as if he's the one that needs the air. 

The small break is like a damn breaking loose, and you sob as the night air rushes in, feeling like embers raked across your burning throat. 

You cry, your sobs harsh and ugly, tears mingling with the mess of saliva dribbling down your chin and sticking your hair to your face in a disgustingly pathetic display.

“Are you crying for me now, flower?” He asks mockingly, but the look of false concern on his face quickly gets replaced with primal hunger the harder you cry. “I think I'll never tire of this sight. I have always dreamed of you coming back to me–being so sweet and loving and making me forget all that everyone has put me through. But you put me through it too–you hurt me most of all, and seeing you cry on my cock like this feels just as good as your love would feel like. Your tears are so delicious, my flower.”

The horror and disgust that fill you listening to his harrowing words know no bounds. How can anyone be so cruel as to take such pleasure from another’s suffering? Have you truly made him this way? It cannot be. No human, no matter how twisted, could ever equate this torture to the pure bliss and warmth of love. Only a creature who has never known love could believe that this—this—could ever compare.

He was born defective, and it is your own wretched fault for inviting him into your life with your misguided kindness. His intentions about you were never pure. He has always viewed you preversly and the years have allowed his lust for you to fester and grow twisted. And now you're at his mercy—his to shape, to play out whatever depraved fantasies he dreams up for you.

He tugs on your hair harshly, guiding you back to his cock and immediately resumes his unforgiving pace, letting you feel just how angry he is with you. His thrusts are rabid and at times he pushes his cock so far down your abused throat that your nose is nestled into his pelvis.

“Look at me.” He demands, holding you on his cock for so long your vision starts blackening and you can hardly see him through the darkness, but you dare not disobey him despite your tears and the dark spots almost rendering you blind.  “Gods, I can cum just from the pathetic look in those eyes.”

You wish he would. Maybe if he came, he would feel satisfied enough for it to dull his wrath if even to a small degree. But he doesn’t allow this. Instead he pulls you off his cock completely, dragging it out along with a mess of your drool and his arousal that dribbles disgustingly down your chin and onto your chest. 

“Filthy. Just how you should be for my cock.” He groans, his own hand moving over his cock that hangs heavily between his legs. “Should I cum on this pretty face? Or maybe these gorgeous tits?” He reaches down to play with your breasts, using the mess on your chest to wet and play with your nipples. 

You squeak at the touch, disgusted by the unwelcome jolt of pleasure this sends through you. You look up at him in a panic, hoping he didn't notice but the gods weren't so kind to you. Not after everything you've done. 

“Or maybe you'd prefer I cum in that needy pussy? I bet you’re fucking soaking right now. I know you have been dying to be claimed by your real lover.”

You shake your head, your nausea reaching unbearable levels at your own shameful reactions to his touches. “Please, don't–”

He slaps the protest right out of your mouth. 

“Now, flower, that’s not what I’d call being a very good wife, is it? When your husband asks to be welcomed into your pretty pussy you're to lay back and spread those legs for him so he can breed you nice and good.”

What is he talking about? He knows you're already with child. What is he plotting now?

“I'm sorry.” You croak, not wanting him to hurt you or your baby. 

“It's alright, my stupid little flower. You will learn soon enough.” He promises darkly, “But for now you have to prove to me that you are truly sorry for everything you’ve done to me.”

What you have done to him? He has massacred your and Kai’s entire family and everyone you knew or loved, yet you’re the one who needs to be forgiven? Is he utterly mad?

You eye him warily as he lets go of you and walks towards the soft furs laid on the ground. You wish you could spring to your feet and grab the heavy metal pot at the corner of the room and use it bash his skull in—hammer it over his head until his pretty face is a mix of red mush and dark hair.

But you know you'd be drawn and quartered if you hurt him. You'd never survive even if you escaped. That is if you even were able to get through the dark powers that protect him to lay a finger on him. No, you have to think about your child. You must not be selfish anymore.

He sits down on the furs and pats his lap. “Come, wife. Prove yourself to me. Ride my cock until you convince me to give you my seed.”

He truly is despicable. All of this is his twisted form of revenge for your rejection of him. He wants to humiliate you, to break you—and he is succeeding.

You cannot rise to your feet—you do not have the power left to do so—so you crawl slowly toward him, a sight that seems to please him more than it should. His eyes darken as you draw closer, his hand stroking his own cock in anticipation. When you are within reach, his hand shoots out to pull you onto his lap, an impatient growl escaping him. "You enjoy drawing this out, don't you?" He taunts, kneading your breasts and biting his lip at your restrained moans. "I think you like this. I think you have been purposefully teasing me so I would go crazy for you."

You have to hold yourself back from crying again at the accusation. You do not wish to upset him but you cannot fathom how wild his delusions have gotten. 

His hand goes between your legs to rub coarsely at your pussy, and to your eternal shame and humiliation, he finds you wet. 

“I knew it. I knew you wanted this.” He asserts and you can’t stop yourself from shaking your head. “No.” You protest weakly. “I don’t.” 

“Cry more for me. Cleanse your sins with your tears, my priestess.” He moans, rubbing his hardened length along your wet pussy, soaking up all your pain and revelling in it. It seems to bring him as much pleasure as anything. So you force yourself to stop. You bite down on your tongue to keep the tears at bay. 

He laughs. “Putting on a brave face now? Let's see how long you can keep that up when you're riding my cock.” He sits you up so his cock is right at your entrance. 

“Come then, darling priestess, desecrate that divine body of yours.” He mocks you, not pushing you down but instead leaving you to do it yourself as if you had a choice. 

But you do not have any choice. You must obey his every sick desire or you and your unborn child would perish. Is that why he hasn’t harmed your child yet? Why he hasn't he ripped it out of the safety of your womb to use in his nefarious spells? Chills run down your spine. If you do not listen to him, you may be condemning your own child to a fate too gruesome for words.

With that horrible thought in mind, you grit your teeth as you sink down on his member, feeling the plague breach you completely as your pussy gives way to his cock.

“Yes, finally.” He hisses, his face twisting in ecstacy at the feeling of his cock pressed to the hilt inside of you, your warm wet walls wrapped tightly around him. 

He takes a moment to savour it, jaw held open in a silent moan as his eyes rake over your body; your crown still hanging by the flowers tangled in your hair, your dress pushes over your shoulders to unveil your breasts to his ravenous gaze. 

“Move.” He finally says, giving you a small nudge with his hips. 

You're scared to touch him without his permission—and you will not ask for it—so you plant your hands on either side of his body and use it as leverage to push yourself up and down, first only slightly then building up speed as your pussy quickly adapts to the intrusion—hoping to end this as quickly as you can. 

“Good girl.” He praises, eyes shamelessly devouring the sight in front of him as he mistakes your urgency for desire. “You pretend to be so meek and chaste but your body is just begging to be fucked properly, isn’t it?”

He rips your dress off, completely exposing your body so he can savagely feast on it with his gaze and touch. “You can't tell me he didn't hold you down to fuck these tits every day. I know I won't be able to resist this filthy body of yours.”

Another threat you're certain he will fulfil if the way he's abusing your body is any indication.

“He didn't. He wasn’t a monster like you.” You steel your voice, attempting to defend your husband in death the way you weren’t able to defend him in life. Beomgyu is vile and rotten, and Kai was pure, lovely, and much too good for you.  

But your words only make Beomgyu smile, seemingly pleased with that. “The coward couldn't appreciate what he's been gifted. That's why you've come to me.” 

Each word that spills from the monster’s mouth is crafted to unmake you—to drive your mind to ruin. He knows well that you did not come to him of your own will. The only reason he holds you now is because he butchered your beloved and laid waste to all you held dear. Never would you have been his otherwise. 

You bite down upon your tongue until the taste of blood fills your mouth so it would refrain from openly contradicting him, and then you continue to bite down some more. This, you think, is his aim. He wants to test you—to draw out any fight left in you so he can beat it down until you’re utterly servile to him. 

“How does my cock feel? Better than his?” He continues to taunt you but you stay quiet. 

That is clearly not the response he wanted, and you feel his large hand wrap around your neck. Though he does not appear strong, you know the extent of his power all too well. He could break you with the ease of a butcher wringing the neck of a pheasant. “How does it feel, flower?”

“It feels good.” You respond shakily, hoping that would be enough to stay his hand, but of course it isn’t. He tightens his grip further, waiting. You know what he wants, and you mutter a silent prayer of sorrow and shame to your departed husband before you give in. 

“Better than his.” You say, the words tasting like ash on your tongue as you imagine your poor dead lover’s soul crying at the lie. 

“Not perfect,” He says at last, releasing his grip with a cold smile, “but it shall suffice—for now.” His words and demeanour bring you no comfort–they promise you a future full of these humiliations until you are so thoroughly broken down, he can mould you into the grotesque vision of yourself he has long harbored. His next words leave no doubt of it. “You'll learn to do better in time. We have a whole lifetime together after all.”

You let out a wretched sob but this time, it does not seem to please him. If anything, it irritates him—like he expected you to accept the grim promise of a life filled with torment, and you’ve somehow disappointed him. He grunts unhappily, his hand coming down on your ass as he barks out an order for you to go faster. 

You can barely hold yourself upright, your body and soul protesting your uncouth actions, yet you force yourself to keep going, straining your muscles to push your body up and down on his cock. 

“Your belly is beginning to round." He observes, his attention fixed on it, and fear grips you. 

“Don’t hurt my child.” You sputter, panicking, and his laugh rattles your bones. “Why would I hurt my own flesh and blood?” 

“W-what?” You ask, your mind halting at the shock of his words but your body already senses what your mind refuses to fathom, and the suffocating grip of dread wraps itself around your failing heart. 

“Oh, my poor, foolish flower,” He murmurs, a cold smile curling on his lips, his large hand settling over the slight curve of your belly—possessive, not tender. “You didn’t think this belonged to him, did you?”

No. Oh heavens, please, anything but this. 

You shake your head, refusing to believe him. 

"It cannot be," You swallow, your throat dry, the words catching in your chest as dark images of a shadowed figure flicker in the back of your mind. "How...?"

“Darling, I know you’re not very bright—after all if you were, none of this would have happened, but certainly even you can piece together the truth.” 

You want to scream, to claw his hand away, to spit every denial in your throat into his face—but you know it would do no good. You cannot banish the doubts that have now taken a hold of your mind—the voices that tell you that the child is his. The shadow figure was real. You’re to blame for all of this. 

“Remember that night I visited you?” He confirms, striking down any hope of salvation you had left, any inkling that you have not been completely corrupted by him. “Well my shadow did. You remember, right? You let me in. You remember my cock sliding into your waiting cunt the day I killed your father? You took it so well. You knew who you truly belonged to. Your waking mind didn't know it yet but your soul did. Now you get to have the real thing. All of me.”

You shake your head again, not because you don’t believe him but because you do not wish to. You try to get off him but your movements are sluggish—your body weak and weighed down by everything that has transpired while his remains strong and quick with the vitality of the dark forces coursing through his veins. He pushes you onto your back easily, the flower crown finally falling off as he climbs over you, his figure eclipsing yours as if he’s ready to devour you. 

His cock had slipped out of your pussy during the short altercation, and you shiver at the empty feeling, finally able to breathe for a moment. But even these small moments of reprieve he gives you seem intentional, designed so he can lull you into a false feeling of safety so he can use your vulnerability to break you down further. 

And once again your body tenses as you feel his heavy cock drag over your wet lips, his hot flesh almost branding your pussy as it rubs against you, filling the room with a nauseating sticky sound before he finally moves down to breach your hole, letting out a loud exhale at the feeling of being so completely engulfed by you once more. 

“That feeble wretch could never have begotten you a child.” He growls, letting his possessiveness shine unrestrained. “This is mine. His name, his blood, his legacy—they are nothing but ash. But you, and what grows within you, will carry me forward. Only our love will remain.” 

The sickness coils in your belly. You are bearing the monster’s child. Not even the pyre could cleanse you now. You’ve been defiled in body and spirit—and now heaven can never be yours.

“What are you?” You ask fearfully as he fucks you open on his cock. Surely, he is no mere human. 

“I am your fate, my precious flower. I am what the gods have chosen for you. I am what loves you.” 

Horror wells in your chest and your stomach turns. How can he say such things—how can he speak of love while reeking of death and fire? What twisted deity would bind you to him? What crime have you committed so grave that this... this is your punishment? Why have the heavens turned their gaze from you? Why have you been left to a creature who claims to love you while covered in the ashes of everyone you have loved, who speaks for divinity while dragging you through hell? 

You want to scream, to tear your skin from your bones, to escape the vessel he claims as his own. But you can only lie there, trembling, as his cock splits you open, as he takes what he desires from you. 

“You will learn to love me too.” He promises, his hand going between your legs to rub your sensitive pussy. 

“Please, don’t.” You whimper, too scared to even cry anymore. You don’t want to cum. You don’t want to give him that too. 

“Just let go. Give into me, my flower, and I promise to lay the world at your feet.” He coaxes, the combination of his deliberate, incessant touches on your pussy and his cock fucking in and out of you forces your body to react, and the uncomfortable heat building up in your belly threatens to spill and consume the rest of your body that is too tired to put up any defenses. You find yourself helpless to stop it and, as if he has you under his spell, it burns inside you until it’s at a fever pitch. “Surrender yourself to me.” 

A loud strangled cry breaks out of you as you cum, spasming around his cock uncomfortably as he grins and fucks you through it. He doesn’t stop even when your pussy tries to push him out. He doesn’t stop even after your body stills. He doesn’t stop even as you begin to cry again from the overstimulation. 

“Please, no more.” You weep, hating the way he’s looking at you like your tears are sustaining him. 

“But I haven’t released yet. Surely, my beautiful wife can’t be that selfish as to take all the pleasure just for herself.” 

Pleasure? You feel nothing of the sort. You hate him. You hate yourself.

“Then fucking cum.” You hiss, the tide of revulsion momentarily rising higher than your fear of him.

“Do you want it?” He asks eagerly, eyes gleaming with a twisted hunger. You realize with a sickening lurch that this is what he wants—not just to claim you, but to make you beg for it.  

And you will. Because you're exhausted. Because you want it to stop. You just want this nightmare to end.

“Yes.”

He leans in closer, unsatisfied. “Yes, what?” He presses, savoring your shame.

“I want you,” You force out, the words scraping against your throat. 

He studies you, like a cat toying with its prey. “Are you certain? You don’t sound sure.”

“I want you!” You cry out for him. Anything to end this.  “Want you to fill me up. Want you to breed my pussy until it knows nothing but your cock, until I’ve given you the family you’ve always wanted.”  

“That’s it. Fuck…” He throws his head back, shuddering at the pleas he has all put in your mouth. His thrusts grow even harsher and more erratic as he finally allows his control to slip, filling the quiet night with his primal moans as he fucks you like a wild animal. “I’m going to give it to you. I’ll make sure that you’re only mine.” 

At last, he releases inside you, his cum branding you from inside, searing his name into your flesh. His breathing comes out ragged, his gaze fixed on your face with something close to reverence — but it is much too dark. The look he gives you as he commits this moment to his memory takes you back to that moment that now feels like a lifetime ago—the moment he had first claimed you. Though the eyes he wears now are brown, they bear the same coldness those icy blue eyes did. 

When he has given you every last bit of him, he picks up your fallen crown of wildflowers and places it upon your head, his fingers lingering as they sweep your hair from your face, the motion almost tender, but it feels grotesque—like a predator trying on the skin of the lover he has slaughtered.

“I won't always be so cruel.” He murmurs softly, almost sadly. “I wasn't always so cruel. I am what you, and everyone else, made me. But I am giving you a second chance. Use it wisely and I'll put the world at your feet. Squander it and I won't be so merciful next time.” He lets his threat linger in the air, lets you breathe it in until it settles into your bones. 

“Know this.” His hand shifts, pressing firmly against your stomach, hot and possessive. “You will never escape me again. Our fates are bound together now. Our souls intertwined to create this life.” 

You shudder, wondering what it is that you are carrying within you. What creature will be born of the unnatural union between yourself and his shadow? Will it bear the beauty of his sad, haunted eyes, or the cold, merciless gaze of his shadow? Will it possess the innocence of childhood or will it be born with the taste of blood on its tongue? 

Gods, what have you done? What has he done to you?

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Epilogue

You've given birth to Beomgyu’s child. Despite your worries, it wasn’t a blue-eyed monster, as you had feared. Her eyes are a deep brown, like the earth, like her father’s, but you want to believe she is different. You want to let go of your ugly suspicions, but something about her is just… off.

When you lay her down beside you, she watches you with the kind of stillness that makes you want to look away. She doesn’t laugh like other babies, doesn’t cry much either. You can tell she’s not quite right. It’s not in her looks—her features are sweet, innocent like any other baby—but in the way her gaze lingers, too piercing for one so young. It’s as if she can see through you. There is a knowing look to her eyes, unnervingly intelligent, as if she understands far more than an infant should.

You’re ashamed to admit you’re scared of your own child.

Beomgyu, on the other hand, is captivated by her—a far cry from the monster you’ve come to know. When he looks at her, his face is alight with a tenderness he never shows anyone else. There are times when you catch him staring at her with a quiet awe, as if he can’t quite believe she’s real. 

You haven’t seen him so unguarded, so open, since you were children. When he holds her, it’s as if all the hardness of the man he’s become slips away, and for a brief moment, you glimpse the boy you once knew—lost to the world but still buried somewhere deep inside.

Whenever you grow too weary to care for her, he takes her from you without hesitation. He does not let the servants touch her, not even for a moment. He insists on doing it all himself, bathing her, dressing her, playing with her—he does it all with a softness that makes your skin crawl, as if his hands have never stained the world with blood. 

He whispers to her in soft tones, words you can’t quite make out, as though he’s sharing some secret with her, and it almost seems like she understands him...

The doubts plaguing your mind grow stronger every single day. You feel guilty—torn between a mother’s love for her child and the creeping dread that tightens around your chest every time she looks at you. When you hold her, when you feel the warmth of her tiny body against yours, a part of you wants nothing but to protect her and keep her safe from the evil world she was born into... but another part of you—the one you can’t silence—wants to pull away, to run before she grows into the monster her father is. 

When you look at her, her eyes wide and unblinking, you wonder if she is truly innocent, or if she has been corrupted from the start—the product of the twisted bond between you and her father, the result of a love and power too dark to understand.

Since her birth, Beomgyu has softened, becoming almost… gentle with you. He treats you like a man ought to treat his wife. He holds you to sleep at night, his arms wrapped around you with a gentleness you once thought him incapable of. At every meal, he ensures you eat first, his voice calm as he insists you need to restore your strength. When your swollen feet ache from the remnants of pregnancy, he kneels at your feet and massages them with a care that feels almost… loving. 

He acts like any of this is real, like he’s not the man who has torn your world apart—as if these small gestures could erase the horrors of what he's done, what he continues to do.

But you refuse to fall for it. You know what he is. This is just another way for him to control you, another way to bend you into his image of what your life should be. And it upsets him when you don’t play along.

He presses his lips to yours, and there is a hunger and urgency in the kiss that leaves you reeling. They build up all too quickly, almost reaching a fever pitch in just a few short moments.  You can feel his desire for you burning through, but before he can take it any further, you pull away abruptly. 

“No,” You tell him through gritted teeth, voice quivering yet resolute. “I’ve only just given birth to your child. I need rest. Have you not already wrecked my body enough?”

He doesn’t say anything at first, the heat in his gaze lingering, searching, perhaps for some weakness. But you stand your ground. 

Your refusal of him has gone unpunished so far, and though his desire for you is unmistakable, he has yet to push too hard. Since the birth of your daughter, you’ve refused him, and while he’s used other means to release himself, you can see the frustration building beneath his calm exterior. The man who once took you whenever he wished, ravaging you relentlessly, has had to settle for what little you’ve offered—bet it your hands or your mouth. 

He has let it slide until now, playing the part of the doting, concerned husband even if you won’t play the part of the loving wife, but you can feel the strain it’s causing him. His jaw tightens, his brows furrow, and you know—he’s reaching the breaking point. You brace yourself, wondering if this time, the mask will finally slip, and if the beast beneath will show itself again.

After a long, tense silence, he steps back. His frustration is palpable, simmering just below the surface, but he still holds it back. “As you wish, my flower,” He murmurs, voice tight, his fists clenched. Without another word, he turns on his heel and walks away.

For another day, he lets you be, but you know he will not remain patient forever, and the thought of him breaking, no longer willing to accept your refusals, makes your chest tighten. 

As you steady your breathing, trying to collect yourself, you hear a scoff from behind. The sound is oddly sharp, grating on your nerves. You turn to find one of your servants standing with her arms crossed, an expression of barely veiled pity on her face—though it feels more like mockery than sympathy.

“You know he won’t be so patient for long.” She tells you smugly, as if she knows all about your husband. “If a man finds no satisfaction in his wife, he’ll seek it elsewhere.”

Your answering laugh is bitter, tasting of the blood and ash of everyone he’s killed. “I wish he would.”

Yet the ignorant girl has the nerve to roll her eyes at you and say, “You’re ungrateful.”

“Ungrateful?!” You hiss, fury rising in your chest. “Do you not know who he is? Do you not know what he’s done?”

Does she not know he has slaughtered everyone you hold dear? Does she not see how he has forced himself on you with the threat of fire and death? 

But still, she does not flinch, and her arrogance remains unshaken. “He is the leader of our tribe—strong, capable. He pulled us from the ashes. He is what we need.”

“He’s the one who brought us hell. He’s a monster.” You hiss, not allowing her to blur the truth.

She shrugs, uncaring, her indifference stoking the flames in your chest. “It matters not. All leaders are monsters. It’s how they rule. At least he was merciful enough to make you his wife. He could have cast you to the flames like the others. Like some people had urged him to.”

Her words sear you, but your temper flares hotter. You step toward her, your hand moving without thought, striking her across the face, the sound echoing in the still air. “You have no idea what he’s done to me. Death would have been mercy.”

She stands unfazed, her cheek turning red but her grin remains cold. “Then perhaps you’ll get what you wish for.” She sneers at you. 

You fall silent for a moment, studying her with growing suspicion. Why does she defend him so fiercely? What does she stand to gain from it?.… It is then that realization strikes, and a mocking laugh escapes you. 

“You want him, don’t you?” You jeer, watching her response closely. Finally, your words hit their mark. Her expression shifts, and her posture stiffens. It’s almost as if you can see the walls of defense spring up to try to guard the secrets you’ve just uncovered. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” She retorts, her voice brimming with pretense pride. “He’s strong, a man of power. He saved this tribe from ruin and led us toward a new dawn. He’s a king among men. And he chose you to stand beside him. I don’t know why. Perhaps he was swayed by your family’s name, your blood as a priestess. Perhaps he thought you worthy to bear his children. But he’s wrong. He should have chosen better.”

​​“Oh, you poor, naive thing,” You laugh bitterly, voice dripping with mockery. “Tell me, is the orphan girl jealous? Does it eat at you to know he would never look at scum like you the way he looks at me?” Your words cut deep, cruel and deliberate, twisting the knife in her wounds. You see her struggle, the way her eyes flicker with both envy and disdain

She sees herself in Beomgyu. She thinks him different—a man who has clawed his way out of the ashes of his past, who rose above the hate and exile placed upon him. In him, she sees salvation—an escape from the life she was born into. 

To her, you are undeserving of him. She looks at you and sees all you’ve been born into—your family, your wealth, your status, everything that came easily to you while she has had to fight for every breath, every scrap. Her jealousy has clouded her vision, blinding her to all that you have had to endure, to the tragedies that have led you into the claws of the man she worships. 

You can feel the anger building in her. You see the way her hands clench, her chest rising with each breath, knowing she longs to hurt you but she holds herself back, Because that same man she is defending so blindly could rip the skin off her body if she dares to touch you. 

“He is blinded by your status,” She spits, her voice hot with jealousy. “But I know that if he had one night with me, he wouldn’t look to you for comfort anymore.”

“Well, why don’t you try for yourself then?” You offer and she frowns, caught off guard by your proposal. “I’ll let you take my place for the night. You can sleep in my bed, and I’ll sleep in yours. If you manage to win his favor, whether it’s his heart or his cock, you can keep it.” The words hang between you, dripping with disdain.

She hesitates, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. Her instincts warn her, screaming at her that something is amiss, urging her to refuse. But, she's too stupid, too greedy, to listen to them.

“Fine.” She lifts her chin, attempting to mask her doubt with defiance. “But don't come crying to me when I make him mine.”

You smile bitterly, your lips curling in silent contempt, and without another word, you turn and walk away. You let her take your place, opening your bed to her for the night. As you step outside, a knot of unease tightens in your chest. A part of you warns against playing this dangerous game, tempting the beast, but another part, louder and more reckless, speaks of relief. Relief that for just one night, you won’t have to endure the monster’s touch.

And that is a temptation you cannot bring yourself to deny. 

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It’s a turbulent night, one where the relief you so longed for never comes. Sleep eludes you, slipping further away the harder you try to grasp it. Though his absence allows you to breathe more easily, an unease gnaws at your thoughts. You wonder, in the quiet of the dark, what would happen if he truly chose her.

You tell yourself you wouldn’t miss his touch. You wouldn’t. But deep down, a fear stirs—what if he grows too fond of her? What if, in time, he tires of your defiance, of the constant resistance you offer, and takes her as his wife instead? What cruel fate would he devise for you then, should he decide to cast you aside?

He has already taken everything he wanted from you—Kai’s throne, your dignity, your body, your flesh and blood. And now, all that remains is your soul.

As the first light of dawn begins to creep across the sky, you rise and make your way back home, dreading what you'll find. This was a mistake. You've let yourself grow too comfortable with the monster, and forgotten that he can devour you whole at any moment.

You imagine finding them in bed together—her body draped over his, held close like a lover. You picture the evidence of his desire that you had been neglecting marking her skin like an unspoken claim…

A strange twinge of jealousy stirs within you, unbidden and unwelcome. You know you shouldn’t feel this way, but how can you not? He has stripped away everyone you knew, everyone you loved, and forced himself into their roles. Can you truly be blamed for feeling a spark of anger, a flicker of resentment, at the thought of him finding comfort in someone else—comfort that he never afforded you?

But when you step into your home, what greets you is not at all what you expected. You freeze, rooted to the spot, shock rendering you speechless.

There, in your shared bed, the servant lies bound and gagged, her face swollen with the remnants of tears. Her eyes, once full of defiance, are now empty and broken, glistening with the fear of the man she had only yesterday sang the praises of before you.

Your throat tightens, a lump rising as you gasp, barely able to form the words. “What—” You manage to choke out, the sound barely escaping your lips.

Beomgyu sits beside her, his face unreadable. In his hand, he holds a dagger, lazily pointing it in your direction, a flippant threat that sends a hot shiver down your spine. “Is this your idea, dear wife?” He asks, his voice unnervingly soft, like the calm before the storm.

You shake your head, hands trembling at your sides. “No... she—”

“So it’s her idea?” He turns towards the servant, his movements deliberate as he presses the blade to her neck.

“No, please!” You cry out. You never meant for it to get this far. “Please, don’t hurt her.”

The knife hovers above her skin, and time seems to stretch in the silent tension. He doesn’t answer immediately, his eyes flickering between you and her, pondering. A single drop of blood forms where the blade threatens to bite into her flesh. Her life hangs by the thinnest thread, every breath a risk with the dagger so close.

But, for now, he shows mercy. Slowly, he lifts the blade, and the girl, shaken and terrified, lets out a quiet sob.

“You think you can just slide off your duties to someone else?” He growls, his words like a whip against your skin.

“No.” You stammer, the world spinning around you. You’ve pushed him too far. He will punish you for this. “She told me you would grow tired of me. She said she could take you from me. I wished to prove her wrong.”

“So you did this to test me?”

“Yes.” You answer, your voice small, and he regards you in silence.

He is no fool. He sees the truth—that you did this hoping to rid yourself of your duties to him, hoping to find some fleeting relief from the chains that bind you to him.

For a long, agonizing moment, he simply sits there, his eyes never leaving you. He contemplates—whether to hurt her? Whether to hurt you? You do not know.

Then, without a word, he draws the knife and slices through the ropes binding her. His command is harsh, a sharp bark: “Leave.”

The servant scrambles from the bed, still gagged as she crawls away on her hands and feet, her legs unable to carry her, yet she is so desperate to escape him. She has barely glimpsed the darkness he harbors, and it has already shattered her. How could she, the foolish thing, ever believe she could replace you?

How could you ever think you had the strength to defy him?

Once she is gone, he walks towards you. His hands move to your face with a gentleness that feels foreign after the violence. He lifts your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “I want no one but you,” He says, his voice softer now, but the darkness it conceals just beneath the surface could drown you. “I will not accept anyone else. You will never be rid of me. Do you understand?”

You nod, tears gathering in your eyes. You understand now. He will have you—body, soul, and spirit. You will never be free of him. 

In time, you find yourself yielding—not out of love, nor desire, but out of self-preservation. You allow him to take what he wants from you, offering yourself as a sacrifice, a supposed means of taming the beast within him. The shame of your resignation weighs on you, and the guilt eats away at your insides as you turn a blind eye to the dark rituals he performs behind closed doors, pretending not to hear the quiet chants that echo in the night, or the deeper, otherworldly voices that join him—pretending not to see the dark power that crackles and hums in the air around him. You tell yourself this is the price of survival, that the safety of everyone—yourself, your child, the people—demands this sacrifice.

But with each passing day, the line between survival and complicity grows fainter until, on a fateful night, it is no more.

You had laid your daughter down to sleep, closing her off from the horrors of Beomgyu’s nightly rituals, retreating into the fragile peace you’ve carved for the both of you. You try not to hear the dark happenings beyond the walls, hoping to shield her from the evil that swirls in the heart of your home—praying that she will be spared from the same darkness that has claimed you and her father.

But you cannot shut your ears to his sudden cry—a scream so raw and full of anguish it rends the air, followed by the sickening thud of something heavy hitting the floor. An eerie stillness fills the air, as if time itself had stopped. The abrupt silence that descends upon the house wraps around you like a suffocating shroud, and you know that whatever has happened, you cannot ignore it any longer.

Panic seizes you, and you rush toward him, dread crawling up your spine with every step. What you find stills the blood in your veins. Beomgyu lies on the floor, his body writhing, his eyes rolled back in his head, froth spilling from his lips…

No. No. This cannot be happening. He cannot leave you after all he’s done. They will tear you and your child apart and take back what he has stolen.

You kneel beside him, your hands shaking as you try to steady his convulsing body. You cradle his head in your lap, your fingers pressing down on his limbs to keep him from hurting himself. Panic claws at you from within, but you fight against it, focusing on trying to keep him safe.

But then he suddenly stills, ceasing to move entirely, his eyes open, his chest not rising…

For a long, agonizing moment, he is as still as the dead—his body limp, unresponsive—and you fear the worst. Time stretches endlessly, each moment longer than the last. Then, just when despair begins to consume you, he drags in a loud, ragged breath—the sound of a man fighting to claw his way back from death’s door.

Tears well up in your eyes, your new world trembling around you, threatening to collapse and bury you under it. You are so close to losing everything again. 

Somehow, you manage to get up and drag him toward the bed, your strength waning with each step, but you don’t stop. You can’t, not until he is in your arms on your marital bed. You hold him close to you, desperate to soothe him, quieting the indecipherable grunts that rise from deep within his chest, and wondering if some being unseen is punishing him for his wickedness—praying that when it has exacted its revenge, it would be merciful enough to give him back to you. Because without him, you are lost. You know this now. He has made sure of it.

The night stretches on, a fevered blur of restless, haunted sleep. Your hold on him never falters as you grapple with the unending nightmares that ravage your mind, thrusting upon you visions of loss and torment—of what will become of you should he perish. The words of the servant girl and the man from the night Kai was sacrificed echo in your mind like a prophecy: they will burn you. They will burn your child. They will tear down everything Beomgyu has built, and take the pieces for themselves.

You are left delirious, caught between the fever of nightmare and reality, your mind unraveling in the space between both worlds. The heat of the fire in your dreams licks at your skin, scorching, just as the heat of his body against yours sears you in the waking world—both suffocating, both dangerous, yet every time your eyes blink open, your mind released from the world of nightmares for a moment, you pull him closer towards you—your nails digging into his skin, uncaring about the sweat building up between you, slick and stifling. You will not let him slip away into death for without him, you are doomed. 

You remain like that, wrapped around him, until he stirs—his body shifting slowly, his breath shallow at first, then deepening, growing more deliberate. His eyes flutter open, and when he looks up at you, confusion is clouding his gaze. His lips part, and in his drowsy state, he appears innocent—almost vulnerable. For a moment, you wonder if this is what he would have looked like, had you chosen him all those years ago.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice hoarse, and you frown, all the fatigue and dread in your body quickly morphing into blame. You grit your teeth, spitting out, “What happened? You almost got yourself killed.”

But instead of responding with anger, Beomgyu surprises you with a smile—a strange, disarming smile—as if you’ve just confessed your love for him. “Were you scared for me?” 

  You flinch back as if the words had burned you. “No.” You retort, but the denial sounds feeble even to your own ears as you attempt to push down the confusion welling up inside you. The fear of losing him is so overwhelming that it almost feels like care, almost burns of love... “You’re still a monster. But you are my child’s father, and I won’t let you lose yourself to the same dark powers that took away everyone I loved.”

His gaze darkens, though the edges of his smile don’t fade. “Then join me. Together we can command them, wield them to build a better world for our children.”

You recoil at the thought, the very idea of joining him and using the same power that had desroyed your life filling you with disgust. “I would never.”

Beomgyu tilts his head, his expression blank but his eyes burning—not with anger but with knowing. “You almost did,” He murmurs, his voice soft but the implication as sharp as a dagger. “The slab. The power. I felt it. You didn’t finish the ritual, but it touched you. Your soul felt it, and it yearned for it.”

“I didn’t.” You shake your head, but your voice falters, betraying the very doubt you struggle to suppress. “I didn’t give in.”

“But you wanted to,” He coaxes, his fingers brushing gently along your cheek. “Even if only for a moment. You felt what it was to wield true power. Not the whispers your mother left behind, not the child's spells your elders taught you—the real power they hid behind the myths of Gija and others like him, meant to keep you from seeking it, to keep you from growing too powerful for them to control. They lied to you, sweet priestess. They were too weak, too afraid to tame the power they feared, and so they locked it away. But I found it. I wielded it. And I killed them all with it. Just as you showed me magic all those years ago, I can show you real power."

You feel sick. Must he continue to remind you of the role you played in all of this? Have you not suffered enough already?

Your skin prickles at his touch, and you instinctively back away, your heart thudding in your chest. “I don’t want it.”

His smile is small, almost pitying. “Maybe not yet but you will soon enough. I can feel it. It brews within you, just as it did in me. I know you would do anything to protect our child. To protect me.” “You don’t know me,” You whisper, but you know it’s a lie. He knows you better than you know yourself. He has seen through you at every turn. He has understood your every fear,your every weakness. It’s how he manipulated you into playing directly into his hand.

He had given you the cursed nightbloomer, knowing its effect would cloud your mind and make you vulnerable, leaving you susceptible to his dark presence to latch onto you. He forced your family into performing the ritual, manipulating them into using their magic to give shape to the very evil force he had summoned, and tethering it to the world through the sacrifice of your father.

He led your mother down the path of dark magic, knowing it would weaken her, knowing full well that you wouldn’t have the stomach to aid her in her forbidden dealings. He allowed you to wed Kai, knowing it would carry the curse into his family and tear them apart from within.

He needed you there in order to frame them. He needed you to take Kai’s family name in order to use you to steal their crown. He knew that by giving you a child, he could bind you to him in a way that no other force could. He knew you would do anything to protect it. He knew that you would come to him in a desperate attempt to save it, and that this would be the final straw that would draw Kai out, forcing him into his trap.

Every step of the way, you have done exactly what he wanted. His hands have been guiding you, pulling the strings, and you never even realized it until now.

And he knows you would do anything to not lose another family. 

Beomgyu laughs. “I know exactly what you are. I’ve watched you bleed for people who would throw you to the fire without blinking. You want to hate me for what I’ve done, but you know I am the only one who has the power—the courage—to do whatever it takes to protect you. You know I would never forsake you.”

You know. You hate that you believe him. You hate that that is what you need. “I hate you.”

“You don’t. Not anymore.” He tells you, and as always, Beomgyu knows.

You don’t fight him when he kisses you. You don’t fight him when he strips your clothes off. You don’t fight him when he lays your body down and climbs on top of you, his cock easily slipping into your ready pussy—because it doesn’t take him long to prepare you anymore, your body responding to just a few touches from him—starved for any kind of human affection, even if it comes from a man who is no longer wholly human.

He leans in close, his voice soft, almost tender as he fucks you on his cock. “Let me in. Let me show you what’s beneath the power you fear. Let me give you something real. No useless protection spells. No more prayers to gods who will never answer. Blood for blood. That’s the only language real power speaks. And I know every word of it.”

His strength pulses within you, a force that intertwines with the pleasure his touch stirs. The more it spreads, the harder it becomes to resist, as your body gives way to the mixture of heat and power.

“I won’t let it hurt you. I only want to remake the world for us and our children.” He murmurs, caressing your breasts as his cock slips in and out of your fluttering pussy. 

You can hardly focus on what he is saying, the pleasure making your ears ring and your vision blur. You wrap your legs around his waist and your nails dig into his back to pull him closer, urging him to stop his rambling madness and just fuck you harder—to push you over the edge and quiet your loud mind. 

“Say it. Say it and it’s all yours.” But he insists, grinding his hips against yours in a way that pushes against your clit and makes your toes curl. 

You close your eyes, the heat and weariness overwhelming, and when you speak again, your voice cracks. “You can’t,” You say, a quiet plea for him to stop, because you worry that you won’t be able to resist him much longer. “I don’t want it.”

“Maybe not yet,” He repeats, his words a quiet promise. “But I’m a very patient man.” You want to deny it, to push against the corrupting pull he has on you, but you know it’s futile. You have no one but him now. No one but him and the child you have together. 

You have failed to save Kai. You will not fail to save your child. No matter the cost. Even if it might mean giving into him.

Beomgyu sits back on his haunches, taking your legs from around his waist and pressing your thighs to your chest, bending you in half so he can fuck you deeper, harder, the shift in position driving the head of his cock to brush against a spot deep inside you that has you gasping for air. 

“Oh gods, Beomgyu!” You cry out, and he fucks you harder, pushing against that spot again and again until your body erupts in flames. “That’s right, my flower, scream my name, let heaven and hell hear who you belong to.” 

Your orgasm rips through you as you scream his name, tears streaming down your face as he gives a few last thrusts before your pussy drives him to his own release, and he buries it deep inside you as if it’s his intention to give you another child. 

He gently wipes the tears off your face, replacing them with tender kisses. “Hush, my priestess. I don’t wish to see you cry any longer.” 

Your heart lurches in your chest—the memory of his anger still fresh in your mind. How he had seemed to feed on your pain, his fury an all-consuming fire. And yet now he’s the one comforting you. Now he wishes for your tears to cease. Now, he offers love and kindness as if he never set your world on fire. 

And it makes it hard not to give into him. No blood stains his hands tonight. No fire flickers in his wake. Just the dark love in his eyes and unfathomable power he offers you in the palm of his hands. 

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A/N: the end. i wish this fic got more attention because I honestly think it's one of my best works and i had so much fun writing it.

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DAYS 1 THROUGH 8… Established Relationship AU

[1] • CRAZY OVER YOU, BABY enhypen ot7 ↳ Clingy Girlfriend (anon) GENRE: fluff, suggestive, smut

[2] • MATCH MY FREAK riize ot7 ↳ RIIZE BF as Kinks GENRE: smut

[3] • TAP OUT txt ot5 ↳ Edging GENRE: smut

[4] • IMU starring Heeseung ↳ Dirty Talking GENRE: smut

[5] • CHOKEHOLD starring Changbin ↳ Asphyxiation + Rough Sex GENRE: smut

[6] • F*#@ ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME, BABY starring Jake ↳ Impact Play + Rough Sex (anon) GENRE: smut

[7] • TRUST ME starring Yeosang ↳ Blindfold + Sensory Deprivation GENRE: smut

[8] • QUICK FUCK starring Jake and Heeseung ↳ Car Sex (anon) GENRE: smut

DAYS 9 THROUGH 15… Friends/Strangers/Enemies to Lovers

[9] • WHY DO YOU HATE ME? starring Huening Kai ↳ Dacryphilia + Bullying GENRE: smut, crack, angst

[10] • GOOD BOY starring Felix ↳ Sadism + Masochism GENRE: smut

[11] • YOU'RE MINE starring Hongjoong ↳ Biting + Marking + Babytrap GENRE: smut

[12] • FUCK ME LIKE THIS starring Beomgyu ↳ Virgin + Body Worship GENRE: smut

[13] • TIMEOUT!! starring Hyunjin ↳ Bullying + Rough Sex + Secret Relationship GENRE: smut

[14] • CAN'T HELP MYSELF starring Jake ↳ Voyeurism + Somnophilia + Babytrap (anon) GENRE: smut

[15] • ZIP IT UP starring Heeseung ↳ Stimulation (anon) GENRE: smut

DAYS 15 THROUGH 21… Taboo

[16] • BF X BSF starring Felix and Bangchan (reblog) ↳ Cuckholding + Double Penetration + Voyeurism GENRE: smut

[17] • LOOK, DON'T TOUCH starring Sungchan, Shotaro, Sohee ↳ Voyeurism (members will be edited) GENRE: smut

[18] • SLEEP ON IT starring Seonghwa ↳ Somnophilia + Spectrophilia GENRE: smut, incubus, black magic

[19] • LESSON ONE starring Lee Know ↳ Corruption + Professor GENRE: smut

[20] • SUCK IT starring Sunghoon ↳ Tobusexual + CNC + Blood Play GENRE: smut

[21] • TWO FOR ONE starring San and Mingi ↳ Double Penetration + Toys + Drunk Sex GENRE: smut

[22] • PUSSY PLAY starring Yeonjun ↳ Role Play + Kitty + Oral GENRE: smut

[23] • SPIN CYCLE starring Jay and Jake ↳ Exhibitionist GENRE: smut

DAYS 22 THROUGH 31… Heavy Hitters

[24] • DIE FOR YOU starring Yunho ↳ Psycho Lover + Profession Taboo + Manipulation GENRE: smut, angst, gore (@mimikittysblog - alternative ending)

[25] • FLOWER GIRL starring Jake ↳ Yandere GENRE: smut, angst, dark themes

[26] • SHOW ME HOW TO LOVE YOU starring Han ↳ Friends with Benefits GENRE: smut, angst

[27] • PAINT ME RED starring Sunghoon ↳ Yandere + Stalker (anon) GENRE: smut, angst, gore

[28] • MAKE A WISH starring Niki ↳ Friends with Benefits GENRE: suggestive, angst

[29] • TRUTH HURTS starring ??? ↳ Friends with Benefits (anon) GENRE: smut, angst

[30] • WHEN THE WORLD FALLS APART starring Jake ↳ Purge (anon) GENRE: smut, angst

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Dumb Bunny

Minors DNI

Summary: You and Kai would always compete, ever since you were kids, the two of you would one-up each other at every opportunity. But, now that you're older, you're starting to notice the differences between the two of you...

Warnings: Male reader, Blowjob, Throat fucking, Bigdickkai, Wall fucking, multiple orgasms, reader dumification, degradation, shower masturbation, fingering, college au rivals, unprotected sex, cum eating, creampie, rough sex

Wordcount: 3.6k

This is a request!

Knock Knock Knock

The loud knocking at your dorm room door shook you out of your sleep. "Y/n!? I know you're in there! I don't have my keys, lemme in!" A voice pierced the silence of your room.

You rolled over, trying to cover your ears.

"WAKE UP!" The voice shouted again, louder this time while there was more banging on the door.

You dragged yourself out of the bed, stumbling over to the door. As soon as you unlocked the door, it opened and almost hit you in the face. The light from the hallway spilled in as a shadow entered your room.

The shadow moved the light switch and brightened the room, illuminating his face. "You sleep like a log." Kai's black hair was a mess, he was wearing grey sweatpants and a black sweatshirt.

"And you're forgetful. This is the third time this week that you forgot your keys." You rubbed your eyes as you got used to the light.

"I was in a rush, I had to get to the gym and I left them in my other bag. He said as he started digging in his backpack, searching for his keys.

You had morning classes, and Kai had ones toward the afternoon, so you had time for mid-day naps while he always rushed to make it through the day. It's always been like that for the two of you. You've always been three steps ahead, but his natural dumb luck would help him keep up with you. Even when you met for the first time in middle school at an award ceremony for high grades. You'd worked your ass off, day and night, to get your scores up, and Kai slept through every class. But still, he'd get higher scores than you. Which only pushed you to work harder to beat him. Every competition, you'd ruin your sleep schedule to one-up him, and he'd somehow make it a tie or barely beat you...

You walked into the bathroom to wash your face, and Kai started changing out of his gym clothes. The both of you managed to get a spot in the honors college dorm room, only available for students with a certain GPA upon enrolling, and you ended up being slotted with him since your other roommate strangely transferred out before the semester started. Leaving you in the company of your worst enemy that you've had for several years.

You closed the door to the bathroom and started getting undressed for your shower when you heard the doorknob shake.

"No way you're about to shower," Kai said through the door.

"You should've been quicker." You giggle to yourself as you take your time getting ready.

He shook the doorknob again. "Come on! You knew I wanted to shower–I always shower right after the gym. You're going to make me late for class!"

"Not my problem. You should just shower at the gym. That's why there are locker rooms."

"No!" Kai kicked the door, "there's no way I'm showering over there! It smells horrible, and there's a bunch of people there. Please let me shower first!"

"Not gonna happen, you always leave hair in the shower, and it's fucking gross. And I have somewhere to be, too!"

"Well, you take thirty years, and you're not even washing your hair!"

"How do you know!?"

"You washed it yesterday! I could smell your shampoo."

"Are you sure that wasn't you using mine?"

"I was running out of my own! I said I'd buy you a new one!" Kai kicked the door again, harder this time. "Like, let me shower with you at least, I can't miss this class. I have an exam next week, and today's the review day, and there's no way I'm going while smelling like B.O.!" Kai stepped away from the door and shoulder-checked it, shaking the entire door.

You jumped at the thud. "You idiot! If you break this door, I'm not paying to get it fixed!" You covered yourself with a towel before opening the door.

Kai looked like he was ready to try hitting the door again before you opened it. "Thank you." He was covered in sweat, his hair sticking to his face, and his clothes dark in some spots. But what stuck out was his hard dick swinging in his sweatpants.

You looked away, covering your eyes. "Jesus, dude, no underwear again?"

He chuckled. "Don't act like you don't like seeing it anyway. I've caught you looking a few times."

"Fuck you." You spat back at him. You tried to walk past time but he blocked the way. "Can you move already?"

"You said you had to go somewhere, so we both gotta shower. We can share. We're both dudes." Kai said as he stripped his shirt off before you.

"Gross, I'll pass–"

"Stop being a bitch and get in the shower." His voice was more serious this time, not like his usual nagging. Without his sweatshirt, his figure was a little more imposing, especially with freshly pumped muscles.

You awkwardly submitted to him without any extra argument, moving into the shower. If Kai wanted, he could've easily carried you into the shower, so it was better not to push him. There was shuffling from the other side of the curtain before it parted. You instinctually turned away from him, feeling warm in your ears.

"Turn the water on. Don't make the water too hot. I'm not looking to sit in a sauna." He commanded.

You braced as you turned on the water. Ice-cold water ran across your skin, immediately making you scoot backward into Kai.

"Watch it." Kai put his hand on your back to stop you from moving closer to him.

"I-Its cold!"

He sighed. "Then switch with me. You can lather up while I get some time in the water."

You slowly started scooting in his direction, trying not to look at him. But Kai started getting impatient, grabbing you by the shoulders and forcing you behind him. You peeked over your shoulder to see his broad back facing you, water running down it. You never really looked at Kai's backside, but he was more muscular than he looked under his baggy clothes.

"The soap," Kai said, handing you the bottle, not turning around.

You took it from him. Now facing his back, you couldn't help but notice how big his butt was. He loved working leg days, but he'd always been blessed with a better ass than you... You could feel your whole body getting hot while looking him over so closely. You felt like a perverted weirdo, looking at him like that. You turned around, facing the wall, and started lathering soap onto you, waiting for Kai to switch with you again.

"The water's not cold, so we can switch now." He muttered.

You switched places with him again, letting the soap rinse off you. It felt better to face the wall, but you couldn't stop thinking about Kai standing right behind. You could feel your dick twitch at the thought, your breath hitched as you tried to focus. But your concentration was cut off by a soft sigh, almost a moan but it was cut short. Your book ran cold. Did you somehow slip a moan out and not even realize it? You peeked over your shoulder to see Kai's reaction, but his back was turned to you.

Kai's eyes were squeezed shut, gently and quietly jerking himself off while biting his lip to keep quiet.

You faced the water again, throat dry but your body tingling. "H-Hey, I think I'm ready to get out now."

"O-Oh, yeah, okay. I'll finish up, you can go first..." Kai said, barely loud enough to hear over the shower.

You stepped out of the shower, water dripping on the floor as you left Kai alone. You hurried out of the bathroom, changed clothes, and crawled back into bed. All you could think about was Kai jerking off...

You tossed in your bed until your leg rubbed against your cock, grinding against you. You couldn't stop yourself from slipping your hand into your pants, stroking yourself slowly. Your eyes slowly shut as you get more into it.

"Kai...," you softly moaned his name.

You could feel him hover over you, whispering seductively. "Oh? Getting into something and calling out for me?"

You replied with a moan, wanting more from him.

Kai's hands moved to your sides, sliding up your torso. His hair tickled your face as it swept across your face.

"Are you daydreaming? Y/n?" He cooed. "Why don't you open your eyes and see the real thing."

Your eyes cracked open in confusion to see Kai sitting over you. You didn't even hear him turn off the shower, much less get so close.

"What's wrong, y/n? You were having so much fun a second ago.." Kai slid his hand over your hard-on, earning a rewarding flinch from you. "Touching yourself to me, even though I'm in the next room, how shameful."

Your face got hot again. "Well, it– You. You were doing it too!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Me? When?"

"In our shower together! I saw you jacking off, and moaning in secret."

"Y/n. I just got back home." He said flatly.

"No, we just showered together..." You muttered.

He shook his head. "I just got back from the gym. I remembered my keys this time, so I let myself in. I thought you were sleeping until you called me, and I saw you like this." He chuckled. "Did you dream all that!?"

You tried to push him off you, but he was firm in his position over you.

"Okay, laugh it up or do whatever you're gonna do." You crossed your arms and let your head fall against the bed, waiting for Kai's endless teasing to begin.

You were instead greeted by Kai's mouth meeting yours, his hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head.

"You should be careful about letting me do 'whatever' to you." Kai bit at your neck

"Kai–" You tried to push him, but he had to much of a grip on you.

"You wanted me so badly in your dream, so why can't I want you back?" He giggled as he licked at the new mark forming on your neck.

"I don't understand..." You shyly muttered.

He let you go, letting you sit up as he held you. "It's okay if you don't understand. I do. You finally get it, that I'm better. You've given up fighting me, and now you're willing to be my second place."

You reeled away from him. "That's not what this is about!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Isn't it?" His hands smoothly moved to lace his fingers with yours. "You can feel it. You can't really beat me, I'm just naturally better. I'm smarter, stronger, and faster than you. You're so fucked up by me that it made you obsessed, so much that you couldn't even really realize it. Your brain couldn't handle it so your body decided to spell it out for you." He said in the condescending tone he loved to use when talking to you.

He continued, "To be honest. I wanted to impress you in the beginning when we met. So I tried to work hard to get you to see me, to show my feelings for you. But then, you went crazy about me. About beating me, don't even lie that you didn't. I could always tell you'd do anything to be better than me." Kai slowly slid you back down onto the bed, towering over you. His hand slid into your pants, gripping your cock.

Your whole body melted under his touch, reacting like electricity. But you didn't get why...

Kai quickly and roughly jerked you off while he spoke in between neck kisses. "You can't even put words together, can you? My dumb little bunny. You're just so in love with me, you can't fight it anymore. You're even dreaming of me."

Something in your brain snapped when he called you a dumb bunny. You finished his hand, body jerking at the sensation.

"Oh no, bunny. Did I tell you to do that?"

You shook your head no.

"Speak."

"No, you didn't..." You muttered in defeat. Every word and touch made it feel like you were falling deeper into quicksand. You tried to think about it, the moment you fell for him. But you could only see Kai in every memory. You knew you hated him beating you, but you also had a feeling of enjoying his teasing when he beat you.

"Then, take your pants off," Kai commanded.

Your body moved before your brain understood, stripping off your pants and waiting for more directions.

"Can you suck me off? You like cock, don't you? You dumb slutty bunny."

You nod mindlessly. You loved hearing him call you Bunny. Hearing him call you dumb slowly made the static in your brain get stronger. You weren't really thinking anymore.

Kai pulled down his pants and let his thick cock slap against his toned stomach. He sat you up on your knees and stood at the edge of the bed. He let out a sharp breath as you took his cock in your hands, and let your tongue slide out to gently lick his tip.

"This is your first time, isn't it?" He whispered.

You look up at him with shy wet eyes, nodding.

"Then, I'll make it a good time for you. You'll crave me even more after this..." Kai pushed your mouth on him, pushing you to take him. Moaning and closing his eyes as he felt his shaft enter your mouth.

You struggled to handle him, but Kai didn't let it stop you.

He pushed more, urging you to take more. And you obeyed without a second thought, taking as much of his length as you could. "Take a deep breath and hold it bunny. I'm going to push you."

You felt Kai pull out of your mouth completely, giving you the chance to breathe. You held your breath as you felt him hold your head in place. His tip pointed at your mouth, waiting patiently for you to allow his entry. You opened your mouth and he slowly pushed in, keeping you from moving. Inch by inch, it slid into your mouth. Your eyes shut as your body twitched.

"Good, bunny." Kai moaned as he kept going. "Almost there, just a little more." Kai let out a louder moan and stopped moving, his cock buried completely in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back as you fell limp in his grip. "No gagging? Oh, you're such a special slut, aren't you? I'll get a little rough with you then..."

Kai pulled out completely again before slamming his cock back into your mouth, fucking into it while holding you in place. The noises are so wet and gross, but you couldn't help but love every second. Your throat burned, your jaw ached, Kai pulled at your hair tightly, and tears streamed down your face, but Kai's moans kept you going.

You could feel the muscles in Kai's thighs tensing. His body heat growing. You moaned in excitement.

"Oh, you're ready for it? Then, here's your first reward!" Kai shouted as he came down your throat.

Pump after pump, his eyes rolling back and face contouring into pleasure. It was so much that you couldn't swallow everything, and it started leaking out of your mouth. "Oh, well that's okay for your first time. But I'd prefer it if you swallowed as much as you can. It's less messy."

You felt Kai pulling away but tried to use your mouth to suck on him more, pulling him in. You swallowed as much as you could, almost every drop. Then kept sucking on his shaft.

"J-Jesus! Bun, wait–calm down!" Kai moaned.

His body tried to pull away, but you used your hands to hold him.

"Bunny! Stop!" Kai shouted at you.

You snapped back to reality and let him go. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I did that..."

Kai lifted your chin. "It seems like you want more, right?"

You, embarrassed, nodded.

"Beg for me then. Tell me you want more."

You threw away the last ounce of dignity that you had. "Kai, I really love your cock. Please give me more! I'm such a dumb, stupid, bunny. I'm only good for whatever you want me to do. I–I..."

Kai smiled. "You, what?"

"I'm just a cock slut for you. I only want your dick..."

Kai laughed softly. "I know, bunny. You really are crazy about me... So, go, lay down. On your stomach"

You listened to him as you lay on the bed. Face down, your back instantly arching.

"Oh, what a perverted bunny. You already know the position... And what great for you have." Kai said as his hand traced your arch and stopped on your ass, giving it a hard smack and earning a pitiful yelp from you. "Stay here, I need to prepare you. Talk to me if something's not right."

You wait patiently as you hear Kai shuffle around the room, looking for things and opening drawers on his desk. You feel a cold liquid hit your whole, slimy and drippy. You shiver for a moment, but the cold is immediately replaced by the introduction of a warm finger inside of you. Your body reacts and pulls away from it, but Kai holds you in place.

"It's your first time, so it's going to be a little difficult. But if you run, it will be more difficult." Kai takes his time preparing you, talking to you the whole time. checking on you, making sure you're able to handle the next level as he moves in with more fingers. "Okay, it's time. Now's the chance to stop if you need Bunny. You came twice just from me prepping you..."

You were sweating and drooling on the sheets. You could barely form real words, but you knew you went through all of that for a reason. You needed him in you. Your body shuddered as you let an embarrassingly loud moan, begging for Kai.

"Okay, then. We'll keep going." He whispered as he slicked his member up. "Remember to keep breathing."

You took long deep breaths as you felt his tip positioned outside your hole. One of his hands held your hip and guided you backward onto him. You felt it enter you, and you could almost see colors. It was so hot, that all your brain could muster was the word hot.

"Oh, it's hot, so hot, very, hot cock." You drooled.

"It's not hot, it's just not your body temperature. You'll get used toit."

You twitched as he pushed slowly deeper into you.

"You're doing such a good job, bunny. Just hang in there."

You could feel Kai splitting you apart with how thick he was. And it felt like there was no end to his cock. You thought every inch would be the last but it just kept going. But then he hit the bundle of nerves that made you almost scream and buck backward onto him, forcing the rest into you. Your mouth hung open, drool slipping out, and your eyes started to lose focus.

"Bunny! Are you okay?" Kai stroked your back, not wanting to move.

After a few minutes of not moving, you managed to get back under control.

Kai stared at you in disbelief. "I don't know you did it, but you're seriously taking all of me... Feel it." Kai took your hand and pressed it to your stomach, letting you feel a small bump in your gut. "You have me so deep in you, bunny. Good job!" Kai shifted you, leaning you into his arms. Your back against his chest. "Now, here's the really fun part..."

Kai lifted you off the bed, cock still in you, and maneuvered you against the wall. He spun you around on his cock so your back was against the wall, so he could look at you while fucking you.

"Look at you, so easy to toss around." He said as he did his first thrust into you.

"So cute with my cock inside you, bulging your tummy." He said as he did two more thrusts.

"Twitching, squeezing, and milking my cock. You want me, bunny?"

You nodded. "Please fuck me, Kai. I need this!"

Kai didn't respond, he pressed you harder into the wall and started slamming into you. He held you against the wall the whole time while fucking you, kissing you on your neck and lips. Occasionally licking away your tears while you rode out the waves of pleasure splashing into you. Kai stopped holding back completely, going even faster, making you cum all over the both of you.

"My turn," Kai grunted as he slammed into you, holding your hips against his body to get as deep as he could. He drains his balls into you, every last drop pouring into you as he uses one hand to feel his cock in your stomach as it pumps into you.

Kai took his time to breathe before guiding you back to the bed and laying you down carefully. "Did you live, bunny?"

You breathlessly nodded. You came at least 4 times in one session and were this close to passing out. Your lips were red and swollen, your hair a mess, and had a necklace of kiss marks around your neck.

"Well, bunny. Now that you're mine. It's my job to take care of you now. So why don't I give you a nice shower..." Kai chuckled as he kissed your forehead. He carried you into the bathroom as you started dozing off, leaning on him as he cleaned you...

[multifanhoe99]

Day 15- Blindfold w/ Heuningkai

Pairing: Soft Dom!Fem!Reader x Sub!Heuningkai

Warnings: Pet names ( Mommy, good boy, baby, beautiful, pretty boy, sweetheart), begging, sucking, licking, light biting, teasing, handjob, whiny!Kai (I am so here for it!), no protection, creampie, lots of cute fluff, and aftercare.

=Let me know if I missed any.=

18+ MDNI

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You feel a delicious shiver run through your body as Heuningkai gazes up at you with those big, pleading eyes. His soft lips are parted slightly, practically begging to be kissed, but not yet. You trace a finger along his jawline, savoring the way he leans into your touch.

"Such a good boy for Mommy," you murmur, your voice low and honeyed. "Tell me what you want, baby." A pretty blush spreads across Heuningkai's cheeks. He squirms a little under your steady gaze, but you can see the excitement dancing in his eyes. This is the Heuningkai only you get to see, vulnerable, needy, desperate for your praise and affection.

"Please," he whispers. "I want you to take care of me." A fond smile tugs at your lips. "Of course, baby," you coo, running your fingers through his soft hair. "Mommy's going to take such good care of you.” You lean down and capture his lips in a tender kiss, swallowing his soft whimper. Your hand slides down to cup his cheek as you deepen the kiss, your tongue gently probing, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Heuningkai melts against you, his body going pliant as he surrenders to your touch. You can feel the neediness radiating off him in waves, his desire to be wholly enveloped in your care and affection. Breaking the kiss, you trail your lips along his jaw and down the column of his throat.

"So beautiful," you murmur against his skin. "My pretty boy." Your praise makes him shiver, a breathy moan escaping his parted lips. Your hands trail down his body, sending more shivers of pleasure through him.

"Let Mommy take care of you," you purr, your fingers deftly unbuttoning Heuningkai's shirt. You push the fabric aside, revealing his smooth, toned chest. Your hands glide over his warm skin, exploring every dip and curve. Heuningkai arches into your touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips. You lean down to press open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone, savoring the taste of his skin. Your tongue traces lazy patterns as you work your way lower, pausing to lavish attention on each of his nipples. Heuningkai squirms beneath you, little whimpers of pleasure spilling from his mouth.

"That's it, baby," you encourage, nipping gently at the sensitive skin of his abdomen. "Let me hear how good I'm making you feel." Your hands slide down to the waistband of his pants. You run your fingertips along the edge, not quite dipping beneath the surface. He whines softly again.

“What is it, baby?” You ask, continuing the motion of your hands.

"I want more, Mommy," Heuningkai breathes. "Please touch me." You smile, pleased by his eagerness.

"Patience, baby," you coo, running your palm over the prominent bulge in his pants. "Good boys wait for Mommy's permission." Heuningkai whimpers but nods, his eyes fluttering shut as you continue to tease him through the fabric. You can feel the heat of his arousal, the way he twitches beneath your touch. It sends a thrill through you, knowing how affected he is by your ministrations. Slowly, deliberately, you undo his zipper. The sound seems impossibly loud in the quiet room, punctuated only by Heuningkai's ragged breathing. You pull his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion, leaving him bare and vulnerable beneath you. Your eyes roam over his exposed body, drinking in every beautiful inch of him.

"Look at you," you murmur, running your hands up his thighs. "So perfect for me." Heuningkai whimpers at your praise, his cock twitching against his stomach. You wrap your hand around him, giving a slow, teasing stroke. His hips buck into your hand on pure reflex.

“What do you think, my sweet boy? Should we try the blindfold like you wanted?” You ask, grinning at how his cock twitches at the suggestion. Heuningkai's eyes widen with excitement at your suggestion. You can't help but smile at his eager reaction.

"Yes, please," he breathes, his voice filled with anticipation. You reach for the silky blindfold you'd set aside earlier, running the smooth fabric through your fingers. Leaning forward, you gently secure it over Heuningkai's eyes, plunging him into darkness.

"How's that, baby?" you ask softly, trailing your fingers down his cheek.

He shivers at your touch. "Good, Mommy. I like it."

"Remember your safe word if you need it," you remind him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. With his sight taken away, you know Heuningkai's other senses will be heightened. You trace random patterns across his skin with feather-light touches, delighting in the goosebumps that appear on his skin and the way his breath hitches. You lean down to whisper in Heuningkai's ear, your breath hot against his skin.

"I'm going to make you feel so good, baby. Every touch will be a surprise." Your hands roam his body, alternating between firm caresses and barely-there brushes. Heuningkai gasps and squirms beneath you, never knowing where your touch will land next. You trail kisses down his neck, pausing to suck a mark just above his collarbone. The moan he lets out sends heat pooling low in your belly.

"Such pretty sounds," you murmur against his skin. "Let me hear more." You wrap your hand around his cock again, stroking him with a maddeningly slow pace. Heuningkai's hips buck up, seeking more friction, but you use your free hand to pin him down.

"Ah-ah," you tease, your voice low and sultry. "No rushing, baby. We're going to take this nice and slow." You continue your languid strokes, drinking in every gasp and whimper that falls from Heuningkai's lips. His hands clutch at the sheets, knuckles white with the effort of staying still. You lean down to press a kiss to his trembling thigh.

"That's it," you murmur. "Such a good boy for Mommy. So patient." Your free hand trails up his body, fingers ghosting over his nipples before coming to rest at his throat. You apply the slightest pressure, just enough for him to feel it. Heuningkai's breath hitches, a needy whine escaping him.

"M-Mommy," he gasps, arching into your touch. "Please, I need more. I wanna feel you around me. Please.” You feel a rush of heat at Heuningkai's desperate plea. His neediness only fuels your own desire.

"Since you asked so nicely," you purr, shifting your position. You straddle his hips, the heat of his cock brushing against your inner thigh. Heuningkai's breath catches in anticipation. Slowly, teasingly, you lower yourself onto him. The stretch and fullness as you take him in make you both moan. You pause for a moment, savoring the sensation.

"Feel good, baby?" you ask, voice husky with arousal.

Heuningkai nods frantically. "So good, Mommy. You feel amazing." You start to move, setting a languid pace. Your hands roam Heuningkai's chest as you ride him, feeling the way his muscles tense and relax. The sensation of Heuningkai inside you is exquisite. You roll your hips, relishing how he fills you. His hands find your waist, gripping tightly as if to anchor himself. You lean down, pressing your chest against his as you continue to move.

"How does it feel, baby?" you murmur against his ear. "Being inside Mommy like this, not able to see anything?" Heuningkai's breath hitches.

"Amazing," he gasps. "So good, Mommy. I love feeling you all around me." You smile, nipping gently at his earlobe.

"That's right, sweetheart. Focus on how I feel. On my voice." You pick up the pace slightly, feeling the familiar tension building in your core. Heuningkai's fingers dig into your hips, his own rising to meet your movements. You grind down harder, relishing the way Heuningkai gasps and arches beneath you. You moan at the increased friction, your own arousal building rapidly.

"That's it," you encourage, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts. "Take what you need." Heuningkai's movements grow more frantic, his breathing ragged. You can tell that he is starting to get close, and so are you. You feel the tension coiling tighter in your core as Heuningkai's movements become more urgent. His cock hits that perfect spot inside you with each thrust, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. You lean down to capture his lips in a searing kiss, swallowing his moans.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?" you purr. "Show Mommy how good you feel?" Heuningkai nods frantically, his hips bucking up to meet yours.

"Please, Mommy. Can I? I'm so close." You grind down harder, clenching around him. Heuningkai lets out a strangled moan, his whole body trembling with the effort of holding back. You can feel your own release about to fall over the edge.

"Come with me, sweetheart," you command, your voice breathy with arousal. With those words, you both tumble over the edge together. Waves of pleasure crash over you as your orgasm washes through your body. You feel Heuningkai pulsing inside you, his back arching as he cries out in ecstasy. His hands grip your hips tightly, holding you close as you both ride out the intense sensations. As the aftershocks subside, you collapse onto Heuningkai's chest, both of you breathing heavily. You nuzzle into his neck, pressing soft kisses to his flushed skin. Gently, you reach up to remove the blindfold, revealing Heuningkai's dazed but blissful expression.

"How was that, baby?" you murmur, stroking his cheek tenderly. Heuningkai gives you a dreamy smile.

"Perfect, Mommy. You always know how to make me feel so good.”

“I am glad you enjoyed yourself as much as I did.” You say. “Shall we go get cleaned up and then go to sleep?”

"That sounds perfect," he murmurs. Pressing a soft kiss to his lips, you carefully lift yourself off him, both of you letting out a small gasp at the loss of contact. You stand and extend your hand to help Heuningkai up.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," you say, leading him to the bathroom. You turn on the shower, letting the water warm up as you gather some soft towels. As you step into the warm shower with Heuningkai, you can't help but smile at how he leans into your touch. The water cascades over both of your bodies as you gently wash him, your hands gliding over his smooth skin. You take extra care with him, knowing he's still sensitive from your earlier activities.

"Turn around for me, baby," you murmur, and he complies without hesitation. You massage shampoo into his hair, your fingers working out any tangles. Heuningkai lets out a contented sigh, relaxing under your ministrations. Once you've both finished washing up, you step out of the shower and wrap Heuningkai in a fluffy towel. You dry him off tenderly, pressing soft kisses to his skin as you go. His eyes are heavy-lidded, clearly ready for sleep.

"Let's get you to bed.” You lead him back to the bed and cuddle him close to you as you both finally drift off to a peaceful sleep.

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A/N: I am so sorry I got so far behind. Some of the ones I wrote, I got more than a little carried away with, so I will be back on track tomorrow. Please enjoy! Don't forget to send in requests if you have them!

[kcake555]

Heuningkai cake 🍰

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[shutupheathersorryheatherr]

"I think youre like, super duper cool-- a morning with Kai”

✰---Summery: a snippet in time for the two of you, though something like this happens too often to count. A soft and fluffy but fortifying morning with him to remember that all started with him fiddling with the straps and hems of your shirt… speaking of night clothes… there might be a surprise for him waiting underneath

✰---A/N: um so this was supposed to have been out like an eternity ago but life has really been killing me lately so I apologize. Writing is good though and I really love it. I say this every time I post a fic but I’m not sure how good this is :( I originally wanted kai to eat out the reader in this fix but alas, I did not get to it

✰---Warngingz/info: kissing, morning sex, unestablished relationship, like you can take it however you want in this, fingering, hanjob, reacher is gn! other than having a vagina, reader kisses Kai’s freckles/moles, Kai is pussy drunk? idk maybe he is in this, kai asks you to put just the tip in, kai loves the readers tummy thats pretty evident in this fic, spelling mistakes I'll get to them eventually.... think thats it but (it just autocorrected me to 'nut'....) I think thats it! please feel free to let me know if there's anything else!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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The sun hits the front of your lidded eyes, burning them, but wanting, and now apparently waking you up at the same time. Kai shifts behind you, little puffs of breathing out tickling your neck. You finally open your eyes to look where at the state of the man currently latched onto your back. You feel him fiddling with the straps of your tank top absentmindedly, fingers ever so often brushing against your newly exposed skin.

Your desire to nod back off quickly fades when he takes a long breath-- something he always does when he wakes. Now, too excited to ask him in a moment if he's had any dreams, your sleepiness fades into just being calm with him. He circles his arms around your tummy, the pads of his soft and nearly hot with blush and toasty from just returned to the land of the living. it was weird... but something he always took notice of; the way all of his best sleeps were always with you. it wasn't like he couldn't sleep on his own, but when he did he woke up feeling as tired as he was when he laid down, or like they just didnt hit the same way as when he was with you

like he was now, with one of his arms falling asleep with you laying on top of it. but really, he wouldn't want it any other way. You put your hands over his, grasping them tightly almost in an awkward handshake. "So no good morning? no hi, how are you? just trying to brake my hand I see." His voice is groggy, raspy, coming from the back of his throat. You chuckle, and he feels like the sleep instantly is gone from his eyes.

"I was obviously helping you!" You protest, "I was giving feeling back into your arms."

"Why both of my arms then, huh?" his voice lowers, getting suspicious. "I have to show love to each of them." "By breaking them...?" You can feel his eyebrow raise. "mmhm." you say definitely. "Oh, very nice of you then." he snickers

He kneads your tummy gently. the soft skin on his making the both of you break a smile. Only for a moment though, until you feel coolness envelope you instead of warmth as before. Cause now he's getting up, blanket wrapped around his entire body and running to the other side of the bed. he flops down next to you, facing you and making the blanket billow around him like a cape. Now youre both engulfed in it. light from the curtains casting a glow on each of your faces through the blanket. "What? You were pushing me off the bed." You inch closer to him. "Oh, so it was that then, not you wanting to cuddle with me?" he nuzzles his face not your neck, hands already traveling to their rightful place where your hips and waist/ tummy meet. big hands warm you as he speaks into your neck: "mmhm, yeah that, and.... " he draws out the article, though you know what and was going to say and he does "I wanted to see you."

"reasonable." you smile.

"Really?" his smirk is coming through his lips, teeth, and mouth and his voice drips with it. And right now, youre not sure how to deal with it as youre drawn closer and closer to him like a magnetic pull is the only thing that's controlling you. Once youre close enough to feel each others rapid heart beats and close enough where if you just inched in... just a little bit, your lips would be on his neck and you could feel his pulse. you finally speak, "yeah, of course you did. I don't know if youve noticed but im like, pretty amazing." his tongue darts out to lick his lips and smiles. he starts rubbing at your skin again. well, more like brushing it, making you suppress some sort of laugh because its starting to tickle but still.

"Ive noticed, though!" he protests, face still in your neck, voice gentle because of your proximity. "am I that predictable?" you shake your head yes. (he does this almost every morning that you two wake up like this.)

"Im not accusing you--" "yeah yeah, I know but" he straightens his back, looking at you in the eyes now. "what if I happen to think that youre like... super duper cool?" a wide smile creeps onto his face, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks swell as he says the last few words. he draws in a short breath and continues: "and nice, and beautiful, and wonderful. and a whole lotta other things I know anyone who spends a bunch of time with you and who you know..." he cocks his head from side to side, thinking about how he was going to word what he wanted to convey. "...know about you, but I don't really know how to express right now."

You laugh with him. something similar to thing happens a lot between the two of you-- him wanting, no, needing to tell you how he knows how amazing you are, but either not being able to express himself or tripping over his own words. you barely ever paid any mind to it, though. and not in a "its the thought that counts" type of way, either. you might've not fully understood what he was trying to say, but the way he gazed into your eyes, brightness filling them, then looks away, then back at you, rose pigment in his face now.... god, did that tell you all you needed to know.

"hm," you hum, "I think youre supper duper cool too." he raises his head to place a quick peck on your lips. you would've kissed him back if he'd just give you a second. A moment of silence later and it leads to him pressing, almost poking his nose against your previously cold but now warm with the heat crawling into your face and he doubles down on his statement. "Im serious though--" you chuckle even though you can hear the weight in his tone. "So am I." and youre just as serious as him. you mouth a thank you nonetheless. "I-I'm serious though, I don't think anyone in their right mind could miss how amazing you are."

Two things, about this interaction: one,) you can joke about it all you want but, he thinks, you really are perfect. and two) no matter what he says about it, you really do think its cute how he's stumbling over his words. "Glad we're on the same page."

All the while you two have been talking, his hands are moving mere fractions of an inch up and down, up and down, down and-- now hes rubbing almost tickling circles right next to your navel. each stroke of your torso getting longer and longer. you fiddle with the waistband of his boxers until he goes far down enough to notice youre not wearing any underwear. the schooled look on his face makes you laugh as you both emerge from the little makeshift blanket fort you two have stretched over the beautiful expanse of his shoulders.

"oh, im sorry." he bites the inside of his cheek nervously and gulps, raises his hands off you. "what'r you sorry for? I thought you wanted to..." you move his hand back to where it was on the top of your ass. "touch me here?" "well I did-- I do." he corrects himself, but he keeps on rambling. "I just wasn't expecting-- and I dunno if you wanted to since-- oh, what?" He suddenly breaks a smile, his nervousness fading away when he sees you silently chuckling at him. "thisis making your brain short circuit is see. hm, I should let you know when im sleeping without them more often, don't you think?" his eyes go wide again. "you mean you do this frequently and I just don't know?" he leans back a little, eyes darting around, seemingly genuinely pondering this.

Your hands hover over his chest, warmth radiating off you onto his skin. he gently squeezes your ass and your back stiffens, chill going up your spine. "I can't find the words so" he draws out the last word, trailing off, "can I?" he dips his eyes to where the hem of your oversized T-shirt, (already bunched up in the back from him kneading your ass,) hits your upper thighs.

He drags the fabric up and you have half a mind to tell him to get on with it already. and what feels like forever later, hes dipping his thump into his mouth, wetting it with his salivating tongue. then he brings it down to your clit. he starts rubbing at it, warm air surrounding the small bud because of how deep you are under the covers. An electric shock runs up and back down your spine at the contact he makes with now two of his fingers pressing right were youre aching for him. "oh--" you cut your own self off knowing that what;; come our of you will only be incoherent mess.

You can't see what hes doing, he can't either and although that worrying him a little bit its making the experience that much more heightened for the both of you. this way, you can stare lovingly into his eyes and see the little movements his mouth makes, slightly opening here and there, when he gains a beautiful reaction out of you or he gets a little overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm and wet pussy on his fingers. and this way he can focus on all the sounds you make, wishing to bottle up the sound and get drunk on all your moans and hisses of pleasure.

You might not be able to see, but fuck, you sure can hear and feel. as he switches from rubbing at your clit and dripping hole to finger fucking you at that pace that drives you insane, the lewd sounds youre making together is fucking perfect--- music to your ears, even. its wet and mess, hes sloppy and almost desperate for the sighs of pleasure you make, or for that look in your eyes that lets him know youre about to be in the throws of ecstasy around his fingers... cumming for him. all for him. and all because of him. the groans aloud at the thought-- him being the(only) one making you feel this good, him brining you to your high so damn well. and he knows its selfish but a part of him wants to make you cum so good and so often that youre ruined for anyone else. so that the only fingers besides your own that you know could make you feel this good are his. the only tongue good enough for you? his.

it was like his cock and your cunt were made for each other... and that made him shiver in pleasure at the thought. you didnt miss the way he was like this, though. the way his pupils dilated and his jaw clenched at times like these were a tell tale sign.

Hes sloppy with his movements a bit but has just how you two like it. so wonderful he swears that if he could, he'd encapsulate the sounds and feelings that come from this and you and stuff himself full with it to delirium everyday. And if you could, you’d surely do the same. Especially with his grunts and whimpers. God you loved those.

His fingers were already fucking so deep inside you, like you could feel his fingers curl, almost, it feels like in your fucking guts. then, you think, imagine how otherworldly his rock hard cock would be. You can feel him grazing it up and down your thigh, trying not to make it too obvious but grinding his hard on into your plush skin none the les. He occasionally bumps into his own arm the more time goes on and the more desperate he’s getting with his movements. You bring the thigh he’s doing this to up a little further as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, you’re slick forming a thick ring around the base of his fingers, dripping deliciously onto his hand.

he breathes out a grunt, barely audible to either of you. And that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. You tug at the waist and of his boxers, his warm abdomen on your knuckles. You look up at him and before you can get the words out he’s already begging “yeah— you can. Please—“ his words come out choppy, up and down in volume but you don't care. You slip them down, too wrapped up in him touching you and you about to touch him that you don’t get them any further than his thighs. The same thighs you have dreams about— dragging yourself on them till you cum with his big hands digging into your hips, sucking hickies on them as he lets out little sighs and as his hands don’t know where to go, the list goes on.

All you wanted was him a close to you as humanly possible, with your hand gripping the full weight of him and your thumb rubbing over, almost teasing his sensitive, leaking tip. You use your spit that's mixing with his precum to let you slide up and down the length of him. He rocks into your hand, same as you to his, trying to find release. And you start to get annoyed even though at this point hes flattened out his hand, your juices oozing out onto it as his palm rubs circles onto your clit.

His fingers are starting to go slower, and deeper if that was humanly possible. but thats not why you were getting annoyed-- kai, even with how he prettily threw his head back with an open mouth in pleasure and then forward again, grunting almost into your collarbone, the rest of him wasn't staying still. he was wriggling and writhing, uncoordinated thrusts into your hand and his have breathing make you lean in for a kiss and surprisingly your teeth don't clang together.

hes still moving around too much and you realize it'd be nearly impossible to get him to cum like this. So you bring you hand off him, ignoring, just for a moment, his whines in protest, chasing after your palm like how you just chased after his lips. You gently snap the elastic waistband against his abdomen as a reminder to calm down-- to get him focused again

At this point, the two of you are halfway sitting up and halfway laying down. Not the most comfortable position but you barely care as you can feel the beautiful pit in your stomach growing and he brings you closer to sweet relief. your mouth goes agape as he rubs you a little faster. You clench around his fingers and all he can think about is how tight you'd feel around him, creaming on his cock. Youre no better, though. with your thoughts of how big you'd know he'd be inside you, because lets be honest here, its not the laying on your side facing him thats making it hard to pump his dick.

You run your thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock and his legs still then quake. Your back arches into his touch. it's all getting too much for you-- you and him pleasuring the other with your hands at the same pace. and as your eyes flutter close because fuck, that face hes making is gonna make you cum if you keep on staring at it, you can feel it. almost like hes fucking into you for real; doesn't help that hes so close to your thighs either.

"I wan' you to cum for me. I love to hear you and feel you and--"

maybe hes rambling, but its cute none the less and that makes you regain full feeling and conciseness, now being able to will your hand to glide over his slippery cock faster, You feel yourself being tipped over the edge.

Your toes curl, his heart rate jumps as you let go of his dick, brining your hand to his wrist to hold him right where you need him. you couldn't focus on anything else at the moment, you felt like he was bringing your body to heaven-- like you were fucking ascending. His lips were on yours in a flash, kissing you like it was his last as you continue humping his palm to ease through your orgasm.

You cum with a muffled curse into his chest as you fall perfectly into him. you really are made for each other, huh?

"God, you look so beautiful when you cum. your face is buried in his collarbone and your hands-- they're gonna be the death of him tonight, hes sure of it. one's rubbing slow petel-in-the-breeze-soft circles on in wrist, and the other is over his heartbeat on his chest. it wasn't anything even that sexual if his dick wasn't out and his fingers weren't soiled with your cum.

you sink yourself deeper into his neck and chuckle. "Im guessing so beautiful that you dont even notice how I dropped your dick?" you blink at him, your lashes tickling his sensitive skin.

He can't even respond before youre kissing the mole on his neck, sucking a small mark there as he lets out little "ah-ah~" next to your ear, before moving up to the one on his jaw... then the one on the other side... then the next, and then next all while watching the little red mark on his neck fade until finally youre at the beginning of his chest. and now your hand his back on him and he feels like hes gonna actually die.

how did he deal with this before? maybe its the way the sheets smell all fresh and comforting, or the way his eyes are still drowsy with sleep and the perfect golden hour light hitting and warming the room just right, or maybe the way you were just around his fingers a moment ago... but whatever it was, he felt his release rapidly approaching.

You kiss him to swallow up the sounds hes making, knowing how his tip bumping against you, nearly tapping your pussy but catching your thighs, wet with your own cum and dampened with sweat is getting to be too much for him just as it was like for you a bit ago. he craved this maybe a little bit too much; your bodies melting together, becoming one. and he really can't hold it in anymore.

"I need-- just the tip, ok? I need to feel you around me. jus' the tip, thats all" his voice comes out with labored breathing and thats all you need to hear, sliding his tip in between your dripping folds. your hand stroking what you can't fit and dipping his head in and out of your hole. not much, just enough to get him addicted to the feeling. at this point hes doing most of the work for you; moving so that his cock slides up and down your cunt, and youre revealing in it as much as you are. with him smoothing over and rubbing your clit, giving you the satisfaction of some much needed friction and the beautiful full feeling of his cock-- even just a little bit is driving you crazy. and the overwhelming want to shove all of him into you, stuffing you full on him? otherworldly. making you have to physically stop yourself from fulfilling your want, no, need, to have him fully inside.

and the way your teeth poke out of your mouth as it opens in pleasure? he feels like hes basking, wishing to drown himself in your pussy. he kisses you urgently, like fire surges through him, pouring himself and his emotions out for you, spilling himself all over your hand as your slow down your strokes, dick throbbing in your hand. your pussy convulsing around noting as he comes down from his high.

The both of your breathing slows, his whines and grunts of pleasure turn into a smile as he looks into your eyes. he reaches over to the nightstand, effectively putting his chest in your face. He plops back down a second later with a couple tissues and grabs your wrist from under the blanket still and does his best to clean it off.

Its silent as he does this, but the good kind. not awkward or dead. but comfortable like it always is with him. it wasn't until then that the both of you realized how much he came. Yeah... he was gonna need another tissue. You peck his lips at the thought and sight but he starts to wonder how the fuck that happened. You really do do wonders to him, he thinks.

He finishes cleaning his own hand next then balls up the tissues before throwing them on the floor. they could be worried about later. he brings you close to him, all he ever wanted, really; to be close enough that his heartbeat syncs with yours and that he smell the sex coming off you... feel the warmth of your skin on his.

His hands find their rightful places at your hips and tummy. Youre almost nodding off again when--

"oh I forgot to ask you!" you nearly shriek at him "did you have any dreams?" the knowing smile that creeps up onto his face tells you all you need to know. "yeah... n' maybe they were about you..." he circles you waist and brings you closer, smirk on your face as he starts sucking on your neck. "oh? just maybe?" you try to keep your composure.

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