#xdiz x reader

[f-fuyuma]

Four years in the ICU

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pairing: hopeless!Junhan x succubus!Reader

word count: 2.4k

warning tags: junhan is in a coma, sad beginning but happy ending, pwp, piv, unprotected sex(wrap it up), dream-sex, monster sex, oral(m. rec), marking(slight)

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[a/n]: I may have lied about the o.de fic being my most tragic one, this might be the most tragic one 😭 Honestly these last three fics are pretty tragic BUT with happy endings! I would never traumatize you guys that badly, especially not for kinktober! I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it though!ღ

Han Hyeongjun was 19 when he got into an accident that left him in a coma. His head had smacked off the window he sat next to, rattling his brain and knocking him unconscious. That was four years ago. Now he was 23, but he was still unconscious. Stuck in a deep sleep with very little hope of ever waking up again.

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 

The dream happened the night he turned twenty-three. 

While he was unconscious, he didn’t have any dreams. It was mostly just a dark room, like a bottomless pit that swallowed him whole. A room that he was trapped in. There was no way for anyone to enter, and no way for him to exit. The first year he lived in the darkness in fear, but over time he grew used to the void.

Now something was different. Something had changed within him, without him even realizing. Laying on the floor alone very quickly turned to standing in defense when he heard a voice. A female voice to be exact. He couldn’t see her anywhere at first. It was just a sickeningly sweet voice erupting from the darkness surrounding him.

His eyes were wide, breath caught in his throat. In the four years he had been trapped here, he never heard another voice. 

“You’re adorable~!”

“Who’s there-?”

His voice quaked in fear. Was it an Angel sent from above to guide him into the light? He wasn’t ready to go yet. He was only twenty-three, surely he could spend a few more years on Earth. Right?

“I’m not an Angel. Nice guess though~!”

And then she appeared. Right in front of him, hardly any space was left between them now. She was so close to him, and she smelled amazing. A strong black cherry, with hints of musk. Something that made him go weak in the knees already. 

Despite her uniquely Angelic looks, the horns and spade tail gave her away. She was no Angel. She was a demon. The thought alone made Hyeongjun scared. With each step back, she pressed on with a step forward. She didn’t want space between them and he could only assume why. She was either there to tempt him into following the Devil, or to take his soul. Neither sounded like good options to him.

He took in a sharp inhale when his back hit a wall of the void. He didn’t even know there were walls, he had never traveled this far back into the void. 

Her hands came up to cage him in against it. Black, manicured claws tap against the wall as she stares at him in pure interest. She had entered many dreams before, but none of them were dreams that took place inside of a comatose state. That alone made her interested in the man. Something about this called to her. As though she were meant to find Hyeongjun, and tempt him into giving up his precious soul in exchange for a night of pleasure.

Hyeongjun had no plans of giving up his soul though. He had every intention of staying present in his void until he was willed back to life from his coma. He didn’t care how long it took. He wouldn’t give into the temptation. Even if it was exactly his type and stared at him in a way no other girl ever had.

Her hands slid from the wall to rest gently against his chest. Fingers brushing over the peaks in his black t-shirt. Stimulating his nipples ever so faintly, just enough to tease him. The action was so slight, but it didn’t stop him from gulping. He had never been touched like this before. Nobody had ever teased him in such a way that made him want to beg for more. 

This was wrong though. She was a demon. Something sent to lead him to the fiery pits of Hell. She was offended by his thoughts though. She knew exactly what he was thinking just from the sour look he was giving her. 

“Hey! That is so uncool! I’m not just any old demon!”

“What are you then?”

“I’m a succubus, the best kind of demon you’ll ever experience in your tragic life~! I live off of sex~”

He could feel himself cringe at the tone in her voice. She was so sure of herself, so confident that he would enjoy this. He wouldn’t. Or at least he thought he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to be tempted by a demon. His mother would be so disappointed in him if she could hear what he was thinking.

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t thinking about how drop-dead gorgeous she was. The only thing that really differentiated her from a person was the tail, horns, and leather black wings sprouted from her back. Maybe if he just…imagined they weren’t there, he wouldn’t feel so guilty. He wouldn’t be so scared of giving into temptation. Four years was a long time without any sort of touch or companionship.

Hyeongjun watched the demoness as she knelt on the ground in front of him. This was something he hadn’t ever experienced ever, either. His hands pressed flat behind him on the wall. Nodding his head faintly at her, giving her his consent to continue. Eyes watching her intensely as she pulled down the striped white and blue pants he was wearing. The same thing his body was actually wearing in its comatose state.

A soft groan left his lips when her hand wrapped firmly around his dick, watching her spit drip from her mouth onto his tip. Her hand lathering the saliva onto his cock, stroking it to life. His head fell back against the wall, hips twitching at the faint sensation. It wasn’t much, but feeling himself be touched after such a long time really amped up his sensitivity.

Hyeongjun shuddered when her tongue pressed against the tip of his dick. It didn’t stop there though. Her whole tongue wrapped around the entirety of his cock, making him buck eagerly to get more. She didn’t stop him. Her eyes looking up to him, watching him begin to fall apart at the seams. Hands resting against his hips, guiding him to move more. Beginning to bob her head for him, her tongue wrapped around his cock still, stimulating him when her mouth pulled off.

When she thought he was too close to blowing, she backed off. Giggling up at him teasingly when he whines in discomfort at her choices. Blinking away tears that had welled in his eyes from the sweet pleasure. His chest rising and falling rapidly. Hands coming up to rest on top of her head, threading his fingers through her soft strands of hair. Watching as she leaves a dark purple and red mark on his pelvic bone. Something that wouldn’t fade for at least a week.

His fingers tugged faintly on her hair, urging her to stand up. When she didn’t stand, he pulled just a little harder. Her head lifted to look up at him, mid-marking his v-line. Parting from his skin with an innocent smirk. Something that looked so strangely attractive on her, a pink hue dusting over his cheeks. Hands resting over hers, guiding her to stand in front of him.

Her lips brushed his faintly, feeling each other's warm breath, but never pressing together. That was probably for the best. Hyeongjun was already too far gone in the temptation, he didn’t need to fall in love too. That would further complicate things for their situation. Falling in love would make things incredibly uncomfortable for both of them.

Hyeongjun’s hands trembled as he unzipped the front zipper to the black leather skirt she was wearing. Shoving it down her hips while holding eye contact. His thumbs gently brush over the soft skin of her hips, fingers brushing the strings of the leather thong she was wearing. 

Watching her eyes darken with lust. He was taking things so painfully slow. Teasing her in a way no human ever had. Her body practically melting into his for some relief, any sort of friction. Whining into his shoulder when he finally slides her thong down her body. Assuming that he would just let her take the lead.

Her assumptions were quickly proven wrong when she was suddenly chest pressed to the wall he had previously been leaning back on. A giggle of anticipation leaving her lips at his choice of actions. Hyeongjun ignored the bubbly giggle, lifting her right thigh and hooking it over his arm. Pressing his tip against her entrance from behind. The first inch in had both of them letting out a sigh of relief.

HIs head fell forward against her shoulder, while she braced herself against the wall. Claws scratching at the void as he continued to push in until he bottomed out with a soft groan. His voice was like music in her ears. Making the ache in her core grow. The sigil-like tattoo on her lower back glowed a deep red as he began to pull his cock all the way out before shoving it all the way in.

Her moans bounced off the walls. Such a sweet sound that made his cock twitch inside of her. His tip pressing against her cervix with each deep, sensual thrust of his hips. His hand sliding along her thigh to grab at the underside of her knee. Holding her leg as he begins to speed up his movements. Moans and groans rising in pitch as he increases the speed of his thrusts.

Panting softly against her shoulder, his breath is warm. Sweat begins to dribble down his temples from his movement and the heat between their bodies. His free hand cages her in against the wall, bracing himself as he continues to speed up. Pounding into her from behind now, his balls smacking against her each time his hips meet her ass. Grunting softly against her shoulder.

The succubus’ voice raises in pitch, indicating that she might be close to orgasm. Hyeongjun had no clue though, he didn’t even know what succubi were before this. So he just kept thrusting on,chasing his own orgasm since he didn’t know if hers existed. His fingers dug into the crease of the void wall as he grew closer to the peak.

Eyes shutting, head dropping back in pleasure. Strands of his hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat dribbling there. His hips snapping forward with increasing speed and strength. A broken groan left his lips when he came to his climax. Thrusts slowing in her now as he pumped her full of his load. Pulling out when the faintest twinges of overstimulation settled in.

Sighing softly in relief as he took a few steps back to admire his work while fixing his pants. Leaning against the wall beside her and sliding down it to sit on the void ground. Looking over to her when she joins him on the ground. Something seemed off in her now though. She wasn’t giggling, nor did she look like she was having fun. 

“Are you satisfied with what we’ve done today?”

Hyeongjun looked away from her in embarrassment. His cheeks dusting red as he nods faintly as an answer to her question. Wondering what she planned to do now since they had done what she “lived off of”. He hoped it wouldn’t become complicated. Worry setting in that maybe she lured someone into a trap by having sex with them and then taking their soul once their energy was gone.

She didn’t look like she was going to take his soul though. A sad smile rested on her features now as she crouched in front of him. Pretty eyes holding contact with his as she spoke to him. 

“This is the end then. We won’t see each other again after this. I mean, I’ll probably see you again, but you won’t ever see me again.”

“Are you going to take my soul?”

“Usually I would, but you’re different. I’ll let you be my little exception. Don’t forget about me though, okay? Even if it's hard. I don’t want you to forget when you wake up”

His eyebrows furrow together at her words. Why did she sound so strange now? It was almost like she was going to miss him. Almost like she was saying goodbye to him. He was sure he would see her again though if he continued to be in this coma for years to come, until he either awoke or died. Whichever decided to come first. That’s when it dawned on him.

“Are you going to…?”

Hyeongjun trailed off as he watched her nod. His eyes widening, sitting up now in shock. He was going to wake up today. She was going to wake him up from his comatose state. Why would she do that though…she was just a demon. Something that had no heart or emotions.

“Why?”

“Like I said, you’re my exception, bunny boy. I have to go now, so, don’t let the lights blind you when you open your eyes”

The succubus warns with a soft giggle as she stands up from her crouching position. Reaching out her hand to him, helping him stand to his feet. Brushing some invisible dust from his shoulders with her hands. Giving him her brightest smile and a cute salute before fading from his view.

At the same time, his body began to wake from its comatose state. His body disappearing from the void. Lifting his hand faintly to block the bright hospital lights from hitting his eyes like she had warned. He let out a soft breath as his eyes traveled around the room. He was completely alone with his thoughts.

The sound of footsteps could be heard down the hall, heading towards his room to check on his stats. Hyeongjun’s thoughts were all he was focused on as a nurse entered the room and stared at him in shock. He could hear her run out of the room calling for others to come see. He was too distracted by his thoughts though.

A succubus had saved him. She had given him a second chance at life, and he was going to take it. She would never drift far from his mind though. She had engraved her way into his thoughts forever.

That stupidly sweet demon with her sickeningly sweet smile.

[ending a/n]: OH BOY, That’s all I can really say to this one! This was both my most eventful fic, and my most hopeful fic, and probably my most oc fic because I feel like I don’t play junhan very well 😭 This was pretty good for a first try at him though, I’ll get better with time guys, you know I always do 🤭 Tomrrow is, unfortunately, the last part of our kinktober series though:( It will definitely be sad to end this event, BUT I would love to do something like this again soon! With that being said, I will see you Angels tomorrow!ღ

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Iris

✎… Jungsu x Reader

Genre: sad ? slow burn ?

Word count: < 2.9k words

Synopsis: Jungsu was there with you through your loneliest, toughest time –but time is everyone’s enemy eventually. You’d thought that you’ll find something of permanence with him: that you’d belong to each other, and that’s just fated. You’d prayed for that. But something as cruel and fast as time, it never stopped to listen to your desperate plea.

The days moved in small, unremarkable ways: lectures, grocery runs, microwaved dinners. You learned to tell time not by the clock, but by the way the sunlight shifted through your window—bright and sharp in the morning, pale and tired by late afternoon. In those early months, silence wasn’t peaceful. It hummed like a faint headache, reminding you that the city hadn’t quite made room for you yet.

Convincing your parents to let you go to move to another city for your study was another battle, one you won only because you promised to be careful, and take good care. One you won because they knew Gunil was there to help you out. Smart, steady, and reliable Gunil—their favorite nephew, your cousin. 

Gunil was the type of older brother who always remembered to ask if you’d eaten, if your classes were going well, if the apartment felt safe at night. Quite often too, he’d take you out for a meal or a cup of coffee –offers that you couldn’t reject even if you wanted to. Your mother trusted him with you, and he carried that trust like it was something sacred. You were grateful, of course. You truly appreciated his kindness. But you didn’t want to be a burden either, didn’t want to need anyone so much. You told yourself you were fine alone—because what else was there to say?

Over time though, Gunil’s days were swallowed by his thesis, his projects, his final year, and his part-time job. Still, he tried to be there for you. But you understood –this was probably one of the most critical and important times of his life, and his attention and energy should be for himself. 

So you started saying no more often too—small, polite refusals that sounded like gratitude. Sometimes you’d lie and make half-baked excuses to not see Gunil. A lot of times, you practiced what you learned: assuring him that everything was good. Classes were fine, you were trying to make new friends, and you were doing great. You made everything sound like it was.

You didn’t want to take up space in his already busy life. That was the kind thing to do, wasn’t it? Even if it meant spending your time alone, pretending the silence didn’t sting. 

After all, loneliness doesn’t kill. You’ll be fine even if you feel so alone. 

But Gunil was more mature and kinder to you than you ever were to yourself. 

One Sunday, Gunil asked you to come with him to church. He said there’d be friends you could meet—people your age, from other universities. You hesitated, but you owed him that much.

The church was modest but warm, sunlight filtering through pale curtains instead of stained glass. After the service, you stood by corner of the hall by yourself as unfamiliar faces passed by you. It was dizzying —the crowd and the noise, until Gunil found you and your focus grounded, returned to his figure as he approached you.

Then Gunil called someone over.

“Hey, Jungsu! Come meet my cousin.”

Jungsu was your age, sweet and polite, perhaps a mirror of Gunil in temperament, though softer somehow—gentler around the edges. He smiled easily, the kind that didn’t perform kindness but carried it quietly. 

You didn’t talk much that day, just exchanged pleasantries before everyone dispersed. But later, when you thought back on the moment, you remembered the steadiness in his voice, and how his presence didn’t feel like an intrusion.

It could’ve ended there, a brief introduction and nothing more. But a few hours later, he texted.

‘Hey, this is Jungsu. From church. Just checking if you got home fine? Let me know.’

You smiled at your screen, typing back something short. It should’ve been the end of it. Instead, it was the quiet start of something neither of you saw coming.

It began simply.

Jungsu would message you now and then—small things, never overstepping.

You mentioned liking that café near campus. Have you tried their cheesecake? It’s raining hard tonight. Hope you got back before it started.

His messages were never loud or demanding. They felt like soft knocks on a door you hadn’t realized could be opened again.

Jungsu’s presence folded into your life as naturally as breathing—study sessions in cramped cafés, quiet walks home past half-lit stores, brief text exchanges that bled into midnight. It wasn’t deliberate, yet it became a habit—this rhythm of knowing someone was there. In those small exchanges, you began to see him more clearly—the way he listened, the quiet humor that surfaced when he relaxed, the way he looked at people like he was trying to remember them properly.

You didn’t think much of it at first. But one evening, as you both studied at a café, you realized you hadn’t checked your phone in hours. Jungsu was sitting across from you, typing something on his laptop, brow furrowed in concentration. Outside, it had started to drizzle. You watched the faint reflection of raindrops in the window and thought, This doesn’t feel lonely at all.

He noticed your gaze and looked up. “Everything okay?” You nodded, smiling. “Yeah. Just thinking.” “Dangerous habit,” he said, grinning faintly.

It became easy after that. The spaces between your conversations grew smaller, more natural. You’d talk about random things—books you liked, songs you’d forgotten, the strange relief of staying up late for no reason.

He began walking you home more often. Sometimes in silence, sometimes with lazy conversation. You never planned it, but it became a habit neither of you questioned.

One night, after walking you home from a group study, he handed you a folded piece of paper. “It’s nothing,” he said, almost embarrassed. “Just thought of writing something for you.”

It wasn’t anything grand—just a short note in his neat handwriting:

You said today felt heavy. I don’t know how to make it lighter, but maybe if you read this, you’ll remember that you’re not carrying it alone.

You smiled. The next day, you wrote him one too. That’s how it started—the letters.

They weren’t love letters, not exactly. Sometimes they were notes on leftover paper, other times folded carefully into envelopes. You’d slip them into each other’s notebooks, pass them under café tables, or leave them tucked between borrowed books.

You make things lighter. That’s all. Thank you for making this place feel a bit like home.

The rain today reminded me of you. Not sure why. Maybe because it stayed for a while but never overstayed.

Don’t skip dinner again. I’ll know.

Those letters became your language. When words in person felt too heavy or too much, the letters said them for you—simply, quietly, but full of feeling.

The letters grew in number, sometimes replaced by small postcards, sometimes folded into library books. They weren’t love letters. They were small acknowledgments of existence, written with affection too quiet to name.

You looked tired today. Hope you’re resting well. You deserve that much.

The city feels softer when you’re in it.

I bought that lemon bread you like. It reminded me of your expression the first time you tried it.

Some nights, when the world felt too sharp and uncertain, you reread them. His words always had a way of grounding you, of saying the things you couldn’t say to yourself.

But the closer you grew, the more complicated it became. You started catching yourself watching him a little too long. When he brushed stray hair from your face once, your heartbeat betrayed you. And when he smiled after, unaware of what it did to you, you wanted to run away and stay right there all at once.

You told yourself it wasn’t love—it couldn’t be. You were both too careful, too afraid to name it and risk ruining something already beautiful. But your heart didn’t listen to reason. It only knew the comfort of his voice, the way your laughter sounded freer when it echoed with his.

One night, after a long day of group study, you both sat at a small café near campus. The hour was late, the air heavy with the smell of rain. He was reading through his notes, eyes half-lidded, tired. You wanted to tell him to go home, to rest, to stop pushing himself so much. But you stayed silent. Instead, you just watched—the gentle curve of his smile, the light catching on his wristwatch, the way his fingers tapped against the cup.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asked suddenly, still smiling but not teasing.

You blinked, startled. “I wasn’t.”

“You were.” His voice was soft. “You do that when you’re thinking too much.”

You wanted to tell him that he made you think too much. That being with him made you feel safe and terrified at the same time. But all you said was, “You should sleep.”

He laughed, low and warm. “You should too.”

The rain outside blurred the streetlights into halos. You thought, If this is all we’ll ever be, then let it be enough.

And for a while, it was.

The time passed diligently and gently. You both grew busier—different programs, different circles—but somehow you always found each other. Maybe out of habit, maybe out of something stronger. The letters continued, smaller now, tucked into textbooks or slipped into bags when the other wasn’t looking.

Then came the year of endings—graduation, job offers, and choices that pulled at the seams of what you’d built together. Jungsu received an internship overseas. You landed a position in another city not so far, something stable but consuming. You both tried to be happy for each other, but beneath it all was the quiet panic of realizing that your paths were splitting.

You met him at your usual café a week before his departure. He looked older somehow—more tired, more unsure. You wanted to ask him not to go, but the words felt selfish. Instead, you smiled and said, “You’re really leaving.”

“I am.” He smiled too, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “But it’s just for a while.”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “Just for a while.”

You both knew it wasn’t. Distance has a way of stretching even the strongest ties.

He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out an envelope. “For you,” he said, placing it on the table. “Don’t open it until I’ve left.”

You frowned. “Is it another letter?”

He laughed softly. “Something like that.”

You wanted to say something—anything—but your throat tightened. So instead, you reached across the table and held his hand. It wasn’t something you planned. It just felt right, even if it hurt.

He didn’t pull away. His thumb brushed over your fingers, a quiet, trembling touch that said everything you both couldn’t. Then he let go.

The evening air feels heavier than it should. It’s the kind that smells faintly of rain but never actually falls — like the world itself is holding its breath. You’re standing near the bus terminal, the last orange light bleeding across the pavement, watching him drag his worn suitcase across the curb.

He’s not looking at you. He hasn’t been able to for the past ten minutes. He keeps fidgeting with the strap of his backpack and you can hear the sound of his sneakers scraping the ground — small, restless, anxious.

You don’t say anything. Neither does he. Because the moment either of you speaks, it becomes real.

Then, finally — “You’ll still write, right?”

His voice cracks halfway through. He tries to play it off with a small laugh, but you can tell his throat burns.

“I will,” you say, and you mean it. “You better, too.”

He nods. Once. Too quickly. His eyes are rimmed red now, not from the wind but from holding it all in for too long.

He looks at you then — really looks. And the sight breaks him.

Because you’re standing there with that soft, sad smile, like you’re trying to memorize him one last time. Like you already know this is the moment you’ll replay for years to come. And for a second, he almost forgets why he has to go.

“I hate this,” he breathes. “I hate that we’re pretending it’s fine.”

You don’t know what to say. Because it’s not fine. You know it. He knows it. But it's too late to stop whatever roles you were playing, for whatever's sake.

His chest rises sharply — a stifled sob escaping before he can bite it back. He covers his face with his hand, but his shoulders give him away, trembling once, twice. You step forward on instinct, reaching for him, but he shakes his head, desperate.

“If you touch me right now,” he says, voice wrecked, “I won’t leave.”

The silence that follows is so loud you can hear your own heartbeat.

He takes a few steps back, eyes glassy. “You know what’s funny?” he says, choking out a small laugh through the tears. “I thought I’d be strong enough to just—walk away. But every step feels like I’m tearing something off.”

You want to tell him it’s okay to stay. That you could make it work, somehow. But you don’t. Because you’ve both promised not to stand in each other’s way.

So you just nod. And that quiet permission ruins him.

He turns around quickly, dragging the suitcase behind him, like if he stops for even a second, he’ll run back to you. You stand still, watching him go, until his figure blurs in the distance — and you can’t tell whether it’s the mist or your eyes betraying you.

Then, halfway to the bus door, he stops. You see his shoulders shake.

And just before he boards, he looks back — face wet, eyes bright with everything he can’t say.

He mouths it. Thank you.

And then he’s gone.

Later that night, you opened the letter he wrote you the previous week. 

You once said you’re bad at goodbyes. I'm the same as you. But if it means you’ll keep growing, I’ll learn to be good at it. You made me believe that people can meet at the right time, even if they can’t stay. I’ll write to you. I promise.

The letters came, just like he promised. Postcards from cities with names you had to look up, short notes written on flight stationery. You wrote back too—sometimes right away, sometimes months later. You told each other about your new lives, your failures, your small triumphs. Sometimes you said you missed each other, though neither of you said what that really meant.

There were nights you almost called him, phone in hand, tears pricking your eyes. But you didn’t. You just wrote another letter instead.

The city’s changing, from the last time the two of us were here, but some things stay the same. I still walk home the long way, where we used to. It makes me feel closer to something that doesn’t exist anymore, but still lives somewhere in me.

He replied weeks later.

I miss those walks. I miss a lot of things. But mostly, I miss who I was when I was with you. You made me softer. I hope I did the same for you.

You didn’t realize you were crying until your tears smudged the ink.

Years passed. The letters slowed, but they never stopped. Sometimes they were only a few lines. Sometimes they came with photos, or a pressed flower, or nothing but his handwriting on plain paper. Each one was a reminder that you hadn’t imagined it—that what you shared was real.

And one day, after a long silence, came his final letter.

I used to think we should’ve said more. But I think we said enough. Maybe it’s better this way—loving without needing, remembering without reaching. We were what we needed to be, when we needed it most. And that’s enough.

You sat by your window, the afternoon sun warm against your face, and wrote back slowly, carefully.

You were there when everything was confusing, when the world felt too wide and I didn’t know who I was yet. Maybe that’s why it hurts, even now. But if I ever learn to love someone the right way, It's because I learned it first with you.

You sealed it with trembling fingers and sent it off, not knowing if it would reach him. It didn’t matter. What mattered was that once, in that small city where everything began, you had each other—fully, quietly, beautifully.

And even if the years changed you both, even if the world kept spinning you apart, some things stayed untouched.

Like the way your heart still softened when you saw a familiar handwriting. Like the way his name still sounded like home.

Maybe love, in its truest form, isn’t about forever. Maybe it’s about enough.

And with that thought, you smiled. Because somewhere, under another sky, Jungsu was probably smiling too.

[f-fuyuma]

Love tug of war with a Mermaid?

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Pairing: naive!Jooyeon x siren!Reader

word count: 2.1k

warning tags: joo is v naive, thrown-overboard scenario, biting, pwp, hair-pulling, brief tit-job, oral(m. rec), sloppy facefucking, slight spit kink, blood + violence in the end, reader has a change of heart cause joo is just toooo cute 

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[a/n]: I was both dreading this and looking for to it, it's a love-hate relationship between me and this plot I picked 😭 I was so super excited to write for Joo though(even if hes a little ooc), and I do hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I semi-enjoyed writing it!ღ

There were no large waves. No suspicious people around. The floor wasn’t slippery. So what in the world made Lee Jooyeon fall overboard?

The answer was simple really. Only one word answer.

Himself.

Lee Jooyeon had jumped overboard on the luxurious cruise his parents had taken him on. It was supposed to be 7 days of freedom. No worries of the work stress, no loud overbearing city sounds, and no panic over deadlines for anything. Instead it would be seven days of laying in bed, sunbathing on a beach chair, and all the food he could get his hands on.

So why was Jooyeon suddenly launching himself overboard into the ocean?

That was another simple answer.

A voice. The most ethereal voice he had ever heard in his life. It was distant, but the wind seemed to carry it his way. Making him curious of where it could be coming from since they were nowhere near any islands or the land they had parted from. Was there another boat nearby? That was unlikely. It would be hard for a small boat to make it as far out as the cruise was.

The voice grew louder the more he leaned over the railing. It was late at night, he was one of the only people still awake on the cruise. Eyes sweeping across the water for any sign of a boat or land that they could be passing. There was nothing that he could see though. His thoughts lead him to think maybe he was hearing things from either being tired or crazy. Both seemed accurate enough in his case from the long exhausting week of work.

Jooyeon leaned over just a little too far when a figure in the water came into view. A sharp yelp leaving his lips as he tumbles towards the water below. The drink he had been holding had flung from his grasp and was nowhere to be seen now, lost in the darkness of the ocean.

He resurfaced as soon as he sunk too far into the water. Kicking his legs to keep him steady in the water. Looking around frantically for the figure he had previously seen. Wondering if it was another guest from the cruise who had tumbled over like he just had. Maybe they weren’t actually singing, but calling out for help in such an angelic sense.

A soft splash in the water caused him to turn around as quickly as he could to see if it was the person. His words caught in his throat when he came face to face with her. She wasn’t desperately trying to stay afloat like him. She was floating in circles around him naturally, as if she had been born in the ocean.

What he didn’t know was that she had been born in the ocean. He couldn’t see the tail yet though, it was too dark in the water and the cruise wasn’t casting much light into the water. What he could see was her face, and god damn was she the prettiest thing he had ever set eyes on in his life.

When he opened his mouth to question who she was, his words were drowned out by her beautiful voice singing again. It was so incredibly alluring to him. Making him follow along slowly as she swamp backwards, further away from the safety of the cruise. HIs eyes glazed over as her voice took control of his senses. Guiding him like a zombie towards a rocky area not too far away.

Her voice stopped when she hopped up onto the rock. Sitting on the edge in front of him. Her webbed, clawed hand lifted his chin. A smirk graced her features as panic overtook him. Eyes dark with mischief, her scaly deep green tail slaps gently against the rock, drawing his attention. Fear settles deep into his core, already beginning to attempt his escape, but it doesn’t go over well. Within seconds she has him pinned against the rock.

“Surely your mommy told you not to follow strangers, even pretty ones”

Her voice was calming now. Drawing him into her deep, dark trap. Making him never want to leave her painful grasp, even if his life was on the line. She was so close to him, and usually if he were anywhere else, he would be so incredibly turned on. But. He was on a rock in the middle of the ocean with no one around except for a … mermaid?

His heart was playing a dangerous game of tug-of-war with his mind. His heart was telling him to take advantage of this moment, but his mind was pleading for him to find a way to escape. Her eyes were like two dark sapphires, pulling him deeper into following his heart just this once. 

Jooyeon grunted in faint discomfort when the siren suddenly sunk her teeth into his collarbone. HIs hand came up to grab ahold of her hair, ready to pull her away if it became too much. He bit his lip to suppress any noises that threatened to come out. His mind was slipping, giving up the fight with his heart. 

Heart - 1  ,  Mind - 0

“I consent”

His voice almost sounds like a whisper getting lost in the wind. Consenting to the monster without even realizing what all was on the line right now. It didn’t seem like she had plans to do him any harm. That was where his naivety came in though. God was Jooyeon so naive to what was happening.

Her sharp teeth glinted in the moonlight as she grinned against his neck. Teeth sinking in again to leave behind a soft red bite mark on his skin. Marking him in such a sweetly dangerous way. Letting any passerbyers know that this was her meal. That she would let him have one little act of fun before she took his life. It was the least she could do for him.

She had no idea what was to come though.

Jooyeon’s hands were quick to shove down his swim shorts. Unable to suppress his eagerness anymore. Watching the mermaid lower herself between his legs. His mouth watered ever so slightly when she pulled off the two black shells from her breasts that had hidden her perky pink nipples. 

She watched his every move as she spoke up swiftly. Saying the lewdest thing he had ever heard in such a nonchalant voice.

“Spit in my mouth”

Who was he to deny her though?

He gathered up more than enough spit in his mouth. Lips pursing as he watched her open her mouth and stick out her tongue for him. Spitting down onto her tongue and watching the sight with a deep groan. She didn’t swallow his saliva, instead she let it drip off her tongue and land on the tip of his cock.

His eyes darkened with lust. Watching the mermaid cup her breasts around his dick. A soft groan leaving his lips, his head tilting back as she begins to lift them slowly up his cock. Hands coming down to rest on her head, steadying himself on the rock. Slender fingers burying in her hair.

His breath caught in his throat as she began to work his dick just right with her plush tits. A sensation he was experiencing for the first time, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time he experienced something like this. 

“Fuck yes”

Jooyeon's words, his relief, made her pull back with a smirk. Giggling darkly at the soft whine of annoyance that escapes his lips. She had him right where she wanted him. Desperate for her touch, brain reduced to mush. His hands guided her head down until her plump lips met the tip of his cock. Bucking his hips up briefly to encourage her to take it.

She granted his silent plea. Taking just the tip at first. Not really planning to take anymore of him in. Her eyes widened, startled, when he began to stand on the edge of the rock and ease more of his dick into her mouth. Her hands coming up to steady herself against his thighs.

Whimpering softly around his dick as he begins to use her mouth in such a gentle but desperate sense. Her eyes look up to meet his, giving him a look, practically encouraging him to do what he wants with her mouth. This was all he was going to get from her. She would get her treat after this.

A soft sigh of relief escapes his lips as he begins to deepen his thrusts. His cock slipping down her throat briefly. Groaning deeply as he feels the walls of her throat constricting around him. Pulling out for a moment before bucking back in. His left hand came down to settle under her chin. Holding her as he sets a pace.

Tip brushing against the back of her throat every time he thrusts in. Something that has her gagging from time to time. Drooling slipping from the corners of his mouth, sliding down the base of his cock and her chin. Her eyes shut to just focus on the feeling of him having free will over her mouth. Something that she seemed to mind less than she expected.

When he snapped faintly, her eyes flew open to look at him. Staring into his while he rocked his hips. His thrusts had begun to speed up. He was close. Too close. He didn’t slow down though. Her nose pressed faintly against his pelvis every time he bucked deep into her mouth. Groans and grunts leaving his lips.

HIs fingers tightened in her hair, gripping it harshly as he slammed into her mouth a few more times before going still. His orgasm had hit him like a freight train. Groaning gutturally as his cum spurts into her mouth to flow down her throat. Pulling from her mouth when he rides out the climax. Sliding his shorts back up over his cock.

Her eyes darkened dangerously. Now was the time. Her claws reached out and grabbed his calves firmly. Drifting back into the sea and pulling him down into the water. He yelped in panic. He was still a bit dazed from his orgasm, which was his own mistake. He didn’t think she was going to attack him after sucking him off, though.

Jooyeon’s hands flew out in a panic, grabbing the siren by her shoulders and shoving her against the rock. His eyes wide and puppy-like, silently pleading for her to stop this. Blood was dribbling from his knees from banging them against the rock. Her eyes stared at him in hunger though.

So jooyeon did the only thing he thought might help. His lips pressed to hers deeply in a wave of passion and pleading for his life. His large hands came up to gently cup her face. Easing her into changing her mind about this.

She does. She couldn’t take how he had looked at her, and now he was kissing her like no other man had before. Her body melted into his as their lips moved in sync. She wasn’t the only siren to change their mind, she was however probably one of the only sirens to fall for their meal. 

He parted from the kiss briefly to breathe. His arms wrapped around her to hold her against him. Hoping that she would really think before taking action against him again. When he parted he was relieved to see the darkness slipping from her eyes. His lips meet hers again in a slower kiss this time.

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Jooyeon honestly couldn’t remember how the rest of the night had gone. He knew he had changed the siren's mind somehow. The kiss still tingling on his lips when he wakes up the next morning. He didn’t even notice he wasn’t alone in bed until she wrapped her arms a little tighter around his waist. His eyes wandered down to look at her. She looked so different out of the water. Soft, scaleless skin. No webbed ears of hands. And her tail was nowhere to be seen, instead she had soft human legs that were tangled with his under the covers.

He could definitely get used to this. Maybe she turned into a little bit of a sea monster in the water. That was just a con. All relationships had pros and cons. Theirs would just be kind of otherworldly. Things would be alright as long as they had each other by their sides.

You heard the tale of the mermaid and the prince. But the tale of the hard working human boy and violent-but-loving siren seemed much more realistic.

[ending a/n]: I’m gonna be so honest, I just sat here and stared at this gif for a few minutes because hes so fucking cute 😭 This really wasn’t as terrible as I made it seem in the beginning a/n though! I really liked the ending because joo deserved a happy story and you guys as the reader deserved to not experience killing or dying 💀 I had so much fun creating this event though, and I look forward to next years event! I think I will take a mini break next week BUT I will be back the week after, probably with another xdiz or txt fic, so stay tuned! Until next time, Angels! ღ

[f-fuyuma]

The old tale of ‘Ashes to Ashes’

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pairing: psych-patient!O.de x ghost!reader

word count: 2k

warning tags: angst in the beginning, death mentioned, childhood friends to lovers trope, ghost sex, pwp, piv, seungmin is on psych pills, a single kiss in the end, heavy topics mentioned, sxicidal thoughts,  happy-sad ending!!!

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[a/n]: this might honestly be my most tragic fic in this kinktober series, BUT I promise it has a good ending because seungmin deserves a happy ending‼️Some of this I speak from experience, but also seungmin may be a little ooc because I haven’t mastered how he is, don’t fight me 😔 I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it though!ღ

Seungmin thrashed around as they dragged him towards his assigned room. He shouldn’t be here, he wasn’t crazy, but he couldn’t stop them from thinking he was. He had seen things, heard things that no normal person would see nor hear. So when his mother called the police with a distraught voice, worried about her son's safety, he was picked up and taken away.

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Why was all of this happening though? Seungmin had the answer for that. His childhood best friend. They had known each other since they were babies, they grew together. Playing together everyday, showing each other new things and teaching each other new things. They studied hard together and helped each other when they were sick or struggling with bullies.

He always stuck up for her, even if the bullies were two feet taller than him with the strength of an adult. She always helped tutor him whenever he struggled to properly understand their new math homework. This continued through their highschool years too, all the way up until the end of their senior year. They were best friends, and no one or anything could come between them. Or so they thought.

It was a snowy day, they had been called off from school and sent out to play in the snow covered streets. Laughter filled the air as they worked together to make the biggest snowman known to mankind. She ran out to collect two stones from an area nearby. Neither of them saw it coming. The driver seemed to be on a steady course, but almost like it was meant to be, the car slid on ice. The driver was unable to gather control of the car and struck the teen girl. 

Seungmin ran to her side, trying to stop the red gushing from her side but it was no use. She died in his arms while they waited for an ambulance. The last words she had spoken to him was her confession. And the last words he had gotten to speak to her were not to say it because she would be okay, she would live. But she didn’t.

Seungmin was haunted by her death. He never stopped thinking of her, never stopped dreaming of her ; he never stopped craving her warmth in his arms and her voice in his ear. She was his reason for graduating high school and his reason for pursuing music in college. Whenever he sang, he thought of her and how much she had loved to hear his voice when he sang for her.

He often wondered if he would be at peace if he killed himself. Would he be happily reunited with his best friend, or would she greet him with a look of disappointment? He felt guilty when he thought about killing himself. She hadn’t gotten to live life, so he should live happily for her. Getting to experience things that she would have loved, and things she would have wanted him to experience himself.

He didn’t exactly live happily though. He often lost track of time, sitting there on his cold leather couch in the darkness with only static playing on the tv. 

That was the first time he noticed it. A brief glimpse of something he couldn’t make out on the tv static. When it happened again moments later, his attention was caught. It looked like the dark shape of a hand through the tv static. It disappeared again but his attention stayed steady on the tv. When the next shape appeared, Seungmin broke into tears. His body shook with sobs as he started at the faint outline of a heart on the screen.

It didn’t happen again until days later. This time it was the lamp. It blinked on twice when he had turned it off. At first he assumed it was faulty wiring, but then it turned on and burned a bright white, right before the bulb exploded. Seungmin wasn’t scared though. In a strange way, he felt some sort of comforting feeling, almost like she was there. How could that be though? She was dead. 

He began to research it online. His laptop is filled with searches of ghosts and the paranormal. Something that scared his mother when she came over to visit. Her eyes staring at him in concern as she interrogated him about why he was looking up things like this, and if he was on anything. When he raised his voice at her in defense, she looked scared. She watched her son deteriorate into someone she didn’t recognize and she couldn’t take it anymore, so she called for help.

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Seungmin was signed in as patient #0611. His mother thought it was luck and smiled at him. She saw it as a sign of hope for him since the number was also his birthday. Seungmin didn’t smile back though. He didn’t even look at her. His eyes stared at the ground, cold, void of any happy emotions. She didn’t see this as a terrible thing like he did.

His first night there he got no sleep. 

They walked into his room at 4am. Holding two small cups. One had two pills in it, and the other had water. When he refused the pills they had to restrain him and force feed them to him.

It was the same thing for weeks. Wake up for pills, breakfast was brought at 6am, and then he was left to write in his journal with safety pencils until 5pm when he met with the therapist.

Seungmin lost track of the days. It felt like he had been in there forever though. As though time was slipping from his grasp and he was already five years older. That wasn’t the case, it was just a bad side effect of the pills he was taking.

And then one night something happened. There was only a faint mist in his room at first. The smell of strawberries dwelled in the space. A perfume scent he hadn’t smelled since she had died. It was obvious she was there for him again, letting him know that she was there by his side to help him. 

The next night it was more prominent. The feeling of someone laid beside him, it was comforting. He got decent sleep that night because of the presence. It was like a warm hug that he missed. She was there, but she wasn’t.

The night after that, she was there. He blinked once. Twice. Then on the third blink she spoke to him.

“What are you doing silly? You gonna just stare at me, or you gonna say hi?”

Tears sprouted in his eyes as she approached him. How was she here? A full figure staring at him, grown like she was still alive. How had she grown? How was she here? There was that damn question a second time. It didn’t make sense, nothing made sense anymore. 

His hands came up to rest on her hips, sliding around her body to rest on her back. His face burying against her abdomen, crying softly into the cotton white shirt she had on. Her slender fingers threaded through his short hair, soothing him until his cries subsided. She sat beside him on the bed, hand gently holding his, her eyes meeting his.

“I don’t have very long with you, though, so make the most of it, okay?”

His expression grew sad at her words, he didn’t want to lose her again, maybe he could go with her. He knew that wouldn’t be possible though. Even if it was, she most likely wouldn’t let him.

Seungmin's thoughts were silenced when her hands pressed to his chest. Something he had only ever thought about doing with her in his dreams. He cupped her face with his hands, wanting to kiss her but unable to. He would make the most of their time together. Whether that was a few minutes or a few hours.

He knew he wasn’t lucky enough to get a few days with her, so he could settle for a few hours. 

Her hands guided him to lay back on the bed as she climbed over top of him swiftly. The pleated white skirt was guided over her hips, his hands coming up to rest on her ass. Squeezing the flesh gently before guiding her soft cotton white panties over her ass and down her legs.

Her hands made slow work to pull down the white sweatpants he was forced to wear everyday. This was something the two of them had craved from each other but had never been able to get before. This was a pure miracle in the making for them.

His hands gently rested on her hips, thumbs caressing her soft cool skin. Eyes staring up into hers lovingly. Tears welling up in his eyes as he guided himself to her entrance and slowly pushed in with a breathless groan. Their bodies pressed together, moulding into each other. Her hands rested on his chest gently, eyes staring into his as he began to roll his hips up into her. Drawing the sweetest moans and whimpers from her lips.

Seungmin gently kissed along her jaw to her cheek. His face burying against the crook of her neck to leave soft kisses there. His arms wrapped around her face, keeping her pressed against his body. The coldness of her skin didn’t seem to bother him because of the heat rising in the air as he thrusted up into her sensually. His hips rolling against hers, pushing his dick deep inside of her until he finally bottomed out.

Grunting softly into her neck as he began to pick up the pace for the sake of time. His chest rising and falling rapidly as he grinded his dick into her with each strong thrust of his body. Each buck of his hips driving his tip against her g spot. The moans she let out began to rise an octave in pleasure.

Her hips grinded down in sync against his, driving him deeper inside of her. His grunts began to morph into deep groans as he chased the sweet relief. Her walls fluttered around his dick, her moans turning into soft cries, letting him know she was just as close as him. His hand coming down between them. Staring into her eyes as he began to rub her clit firmly with his thumb.

Watching her face turn into a look of pure pleasure as she suddenly cries out his name and cums around his dick. Her walls spasming around him, juices leaking from her hole. His thrusts slow to ease her overstimulation but don’t stop. Chasing his own orgasm now. Hands gripping her hips tighter, surely leaving behind bruises. Gasping out her name with a deep groan as he spills himself inside of her.

His head dropped back against the pillow. His eyes shut as his thrusts slow before coming to a full stop. Letting out a soft hum of relief as she lifted herself from above him, laying down beside him. He reached down to fix his pants before turning on his side to face her. Eyes staring at her lovingly, fingers brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. She returns the loving stare, a sweet smile of content settled on her face.

“I love you too.”

Seungmin finally returns the words she had spoken to him. His hand resting gently on her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb. Tears well up along the corners of her eyes as she leans forward to kiss him sweetly. Their first, and last kiss ever. It was short and sweet, a proper goodbye until they saw each other again. He cuddled her close to his body, holding her like this was the end, and it was.

When Seungmin woke up the next morning, she was gone, but she left behind hope for him and his future.

For the first time in years, he felt pure happiness. Seungmin was cured.

[ending a/n]: I may have shed a few tears while writing this one just because it was so tragic, but so absolutely sweet, and the happy ending was deserved! Next up is Junhan who I am very excited to write for, and then after that will be Jooyeon hehe! Until tomorrow, My Angels!  ღ

[f-fuyuma]

You were Lost and Found [M]

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pairing: adventurer!Gaon x mummy!Reader

word count: 2.3k

warning tags: slight bondage kink, oral fixation!Gaon(stand by this), spit kink, pwp, dry humping, pet name(goddess), technically monster sex, reader is technically dead(shes a mummy, cmon), 

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[a/n]: I was actually really scared to write this one because I didn’t know what all I would do for it, but I feel like this is pretty good for a Gaon fic in terms of how he is and the monster I decided to pair him up with! I hope this is to everyone's liking though, and I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! ღ

When Jiseok decided he wanted to be an adventurer and explore the world, he never expected something so otherworldly to happen to him. He was sure that nobody else had ever experienced something like this before, and he was happy to be bringing back the best souvenir. 

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Jiseok was following his bucket list. He had so many plans, so many places to visit and explore. And at the top of his list was Egypt. There were two cities he wanted to visit in particular with pyramids that he wanted to visit, Giza and Saqqara. To get to these cities, he took a plane from Seoul to Shanghai, Shanghai to Dubai, and then from Dubai to Cairo. It was a long trip, but it was worth it when he reached Cairo.

The heat was at its highest with it being midday, and all Jiseok wanted to do was sleep off the jetlag in his hotel room. It was about a 20-30 minute drive back to his hotel and he was fighting off sleep the whole drive there. When he finally did get booked in, he was dragging his feet to the door. His clothes weren’t even changed before he was throwing himself onto the bed.

When he woke up, it was almost noon the next day. His joints popped as he stretched, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips. The shower was hot, soothing the ache in his bones from so much traveling around. He had already planned out his first day in Cairo. Catch something quick to eat from one of the many food vendors, and then a whole two days in Giza looking at the pyramids.

Jiseok dreamt of this day. He had seen so many photos taken online of the pyramids, but he knew experiencing it in person would be a whole other story. The 15 minute drive from Cairo to Giza was refreshing as he ate his meal. Hawawshi filled up his stomach quickly, it was so full of flavor and was already a favorite of his.

When he made it to Giza, it was another 10 minutes from the city to the pyramids. Half walk, half bike ride. Jiseok loved how the air was warm, but not suffocating. It was the perfect weather for spending a day out exploring the area surrounding the beloved pyramids. Jiseok was unaware what his plans would eventually turn into.

His smile faded when he read that the tourist attraction was temporarily closed due to repairs taking place. The websites he had researched hadn’t warned him of this, so this must have been out of date. A glum look settled upon his face as he looked at the large pyramids ahead of him. Even from this angle, they looked absolutely massive, and Jiseok was in awe that something like this could exist.

A look of pure mischief settled upon his features as he stared at the caution tape blocking off the entrance. Jiseok wasn’t known for following rules often. He wasn’t the type of troublemaker who often got the cops called on himself, but he was often doing things he shouldn’t. He knew the risks he was taking ducking under the tape, sparing a glance around to make sure no one saw.

Eyes focused as he made quick work to cross the sandy path from the blocked off center to the pyramids. He knew that this would potentially lead to him later getting either banned from the attraction, or arrested, so he wanted to make this worth it. Sneaking his way into one of the smaller periods, he didn’t want to draw any attention to the fact that he was actually in the pyramids.

His eyes looked around in wonder, full of curiosity as he traveled through the narrow halls in the pyramid. He could hear every little pad of his footsteps on the ground, every squeak of a bug nearby. The sounds bounced off the walls and doubled back to his ears. His phone was lifted to capture video footage of what he was seeing inside.

He froze in place in fear when he heard something ahead of him. A creaking sound, followed by footsteps. He wasn’t alone, someone else was in here as well. He read that oftentimes the pyramids were searched to make sure no one had gotten, and other times grave robbers searched for treasures. His breath caught in his throat, what if he was caught by them? He would either be threatened, or arrested. Neither one of those were on his bucketlist, so he hid behind a nearby wall. 

The sound of footsteps got closer, dragging along the floor as if the person had a limp. Now that was a strange little thought. Had they fallen in the pyramids and got hurt? Or, did they already have the limp before entering the pyramid? His thoughts were cut short when a hand suddenly came down over his mouth, silencing a scream that built up in his throat. The hand was wrapped up in some sort of cloth, and the wrist attached was laced with tattered cloth. A single gold and ruby bracelet wrapped around the wrist.

Jiseok looked at the person in fear when they settled in front of him. It was neither a security guard, nor a grave robber though. It was a woman. Her long dark hair was sleek and settled on her shoulders. Eyes dark, watching his every move as she kept his mouth covered. She didn’t look dangerous, nor did she look human though, and that scared him worse than the first.

His breath trembled against her cloth covered hand as he took in her appearance. Bandages covered most of her face, aside for her eyes and mouth. Her ears were adorned with ruby and gold earrings. Her neck was wrapped, and he could see the bandages followed along the course of her arms and collarbones. Her calves, all the way down to her ankles, seemed to be wrapped as well. In front of him stood something he had only ever read about, a Mummy.

Her top was tattered, and a dirtied white lined with gold and her ruby necklace paired too perfectly with it. The dirtied white skirt hung low on her hips with slits on either side of the legs. She was missing a shoe but the other foot was adorned with a gold sandal. Was she royalty? Was Jiseok even awake right now?

The mummy watched him in silence, a smirk curling onto her face as she took in how scared he look.

“I won’t hurt you. You aren’t supposed to be here though, are you?”

Jiseok shook his head in fear as the mummy removed her hand from his mouth. For someone who was dead, she didn’t speak like she had been buried for thousands of years. Her voice was smooth and strong like honey. Settling deep into his veins and making him quake to the core. She watched him open his mouth several times to speak but could never get the right words out.

“How are you alive?”

She laughed at this. Of all the things he could have asked, this wasn’t what she had been expecting. A smirk crossed her face again as she grew closer to him, her eyes glinting with something foreign.

“I’m not.”

His nerves settled back in as the mummy sized him up. He knew women had been sought after often back in the day, they were treasured and treated like Goddesses. Even in her dead state, he could tell under all the bandages she might still be beautiful. He was also scared of what could be hiding behind the bandages though. Did she have soft skin like the skin on her plush thighs? Was it warm to the touch and glistening with sweat like the skin of her supple breasts? What. Why was Jiseok thinking such a thing about the monster in front of him? He had no clue.

Her face grew closer to him. Eyes staring into his eyes. Her lips inches from his mouth, causing him to make a sharp intake of breath. She could feel how nervous he was, how he shied away from her touch out of fear. This only made her lean in closer though, wondering why he was still so scared of her after she had told him she wouldn’t hurt him.

When her lips first touched his, Jiseok had to stop himself from collapsing. His body pressed into the wall behind him to keep his legs from buckling. His body not even knowing how to react to the mummy kissing him. When she deepened the kiss with a tilt of her head, he finally returned control of his actions. His eyes beginning to shut as he returned the kiss. 

Jiseok was making out with a monster, and fuck would he be lying if he said he didn’t like how her lips felt on his. She molded into him, her body fitting against his in a way that seemed like two puzzle pieces sitting against each other just right. Jiseok knew at that moment that if he left the pyramids, she had to come with him, no girl had ever made him feel this way in such a short period of time.

His hands found their confidence and grabbed at her thighs, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall. Now this position felt even more natural for the two, like they were fated to be here like this with each other. His breath caught in his throat when she parted from his mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting them together. His tongue slid out of his mouth to collect the saliva, drawing it into his mouth.

A shiver settled down her spine at the sight. Gathering some of her spit in her mouth and watching his tongue dart back out to catch it as she let it fall from her lips. The spit traveled down his throat, causing him to buck his hips against her with a groan. The act was so lewd, it made his pants tighten painfully. His bulge pressing against her clothed core. His mouth traveled down, kissing at the bandages around her throat and collarbones. 

He grinded his hips against her when her hips tried to make work of bucking against him. A guttural groan caught in his throat when they grinded together in sync. His head fell forward against the crook of her neck to silence his noises. Pleasure making its sweet course through his body while a soft moan left her lips. The Egyptians had been right in their teachings when they said the women of Egypt should be treated like Goddesses. 

Jiseok was absolutely entranced by her as he humped against her eagerly like a dog in heat. She was so warm and soft, something he never wanted to let go of. Hips finding hers with each roll forward of their bodies together. The moans she was letting out were like sweet music to his ears. His adventuring bucket hat fell from his head when he began to speed up the pace of his grinding. He was already so close to tumbling over the edge.

“Oh Goddess, I’m so close”

It tumbled from his lips as her mouth pressed against his. His eyes rolled back into his skull when his orgasm crashed down over his mouth. A shuddering gasp being eaten up by her mouth, his hips bucking against her core to ride out his orgasm. His tongue trembled in his mouth as he was gifted with more of her spit, moaning into her at the taste. Eagerly sucking her tongue into his wet cavern, he could feel the tremble in her body as she grew close to climax as well.

His hands adjusted on her thighs to grip them gently, bucking himself harder against her clothed core to send her tumbling over the edge. The cry of ecstasy that left her lips would have made him cum again if he wasn’t so turned off by the sticky fluids in his boxers. Settling her body against the wall, keeping her steady while they both came down from their climaxes. Their eyes meeting in a silent agreement, he was leaving here with her.

𓈒 𓈒 𓈒 

His eyes looked all around anxiously as he guided the mummy from the pyramid. The hardest part of his current quest would be getting her across the field and back to his hotel room. He wouldn’t abandon her though, he couldn’t after the passion they had just shared together. His hand held hers firmly but gently as they raced across the field, ducking under the caution tape in record time and rushing into the backseat of a taxi.

His hat was set on her head and his coat wrapped around her body to hide what only he would see. Eyes meeting hers again in the back of the car. He stared at her like she was the most precious gem known to mankind, and she stared at him like a woman finding her first love. There was something so ironic about the way they had both seemed to be searching for each other without really actually searching.

He was looking for his passion and she was searching for her fate. They had both found each other by his own troublemaker personality. If he hadn’t crossed under that tape and traveled into that exact pyramid, they never would have met in the middle. To say they were in love with each other would be too soon, but the passion in their eyes could tell a tale for many years to come.

A goddess-like mummy and a troublemaker adventurer. A tale of passion and thrill that no other love story could ever live up to. It was perfect.

[ending a/n]: HELP I love this gif so much, he’s so silly :3 What did we think of this though? I wrote half of this last night and wrote the last half this morning!😌 I actually love this one and the other two I have done so far, and I honestly cannot wait for the last three, especially Jooyeon’s :3 As a Jooyeon bias, I am very excited to both write his and post it all for you guys to read! :3 Stick around for tomorrow’s ghost fic and let me know what you thought of this one! Until tomorrow, My Angels!  ღ