me watching jake larp messi, niki announce kanye his dream collab, heeseung cover chris brown and jungwon wear that weird ass fuck shirt all in one sitting:
.✦ ݁˖ warnings: SMUT (+18) mentions of witchcraft. i made up the ritual mentioned; likewise, do not try this at home. somnophilia. nipple play. fingering. squirting.
a/n: no proofread. first time writing smut, kinda nervous. any feedback is well received
“what happens if i do this? it can go wrong, possibly it’s not even true.” that’s the first thing you think about when you finish reading the article: how to manifest the man of your dreams in three simple steps that one of your witchy friends sent you from a blog that dates from 2009. it only has 6 comments and it reads:
“i wish i had read this sooner. i can’t believe how easy i found a boyfriend after this.”
“amazing!!!! i did this before going to a party and now i have the perfect boyfriend.”
“i literally had the best sex of my life two days after doing this ritual.”
“a friend sent me this and now she’s my bridesmaid LOL!”
“DON’T DO THIS. DON’T DO IT. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE INVITING INTO YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU DO THIS RITUAL. DON’T. DO. IT.”
“literally the best thing you can do if you’re single!”
every comment makes you more skeptical. but it’s a saturday night, you’ve just finished your everything shower, and the solitude of your apartment feels agonizing. every time you shave every inch of your body and get no action, it feels like a waste of time and energy. what are you supposed to do with a fully smooth body if nothing is going to happen? you have nothing to lose by trying this, right? besides, if your friend sent it to you, it must be reliable.
the article says you need three things: a red candle, pink salt, and a piece of paper where you write down the details of the man you desire using red ink. and that’s how you start.
you grab a page from your journal and your red-ink pen. your request is pretty simple; the truth is, you’ve been alone for so long and feel so starved for touch that—sad as it sounds—you feel you can’t afford to be too picky.
“do you think you have an ideal type?” is the first question that comes to mind before you start writing. the truth is, you’ve never really had any specific preferences; you’ve always thought you could love anyone as long as they’re a good person for you. but if you could be picky—if you could have exactly the person you wanted—then that person would be tall, with big brown eyes, a well-defined nose, lips that are just full enough, and soft hands. but more than just physical appearance, you just want someone who makes you feel good.
so that’s what you write—a description of your ideal guy along with some details about his personality, like that he’s kind but has a strong presence, and that he’s also romantic.
once you’ve written down every detail about the guy you’re looking for, you get out of bed and gather what’s missing: pink salt and a red candle. the article says you should place the candle on a table and draw a circle with the salt around it; it might work better if there’s a full moon. so you look out your window, and when you see the full moon, your heart races with excitement. as a skeptic, you shouldn’t feel that way, but the comments on the blog made you feel a glimmer of hope that it might actually work.
waiting for the candle to burn out was utterly agonizing; it seemed like it would never end. with your cheek resting on your forearm, your body gradually succumbs to exhaustion and your eyes slowly close. before falling asleep at your nightstand in the middle of your living room, you let the candle burn out on its own and go to your bedroom to sleep.
as you place the candle on your table, you carefully sprinkle the salt, forming a circle around it as the instructions say. the next step is to light the candle and burn the paper. so you do that; once the paper is almost burning your fingertips, you drop it inside the circle, hoping it will burn completely, right next to the candle.
back in the solitude of your living room, the night breeze blows out the candle before it burns down.
that night, you have a dream about someone who looks exactly as you described him on the piece of paper you burned in the candle. he doesn’t speak to you, but he approaches your bed and climbs on top of you. you can see his face clearly, and you can vividly feel your heart racing and your breath catching. he is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. if you could compare him to anything, you’d say he looks like a deer. large, deep brown eyes, looking directly at you with a devotion that makes your heart stop for a second.
and then he kisses you; his lips are full and soft but taste of nothing. you kiss him back immediately, feeling a little lightheaded. it’s just a dream, after all, right? you can enjoy it.
his hands caress your waist, lifting the fabric of your pajama top. your skin tingles at his touch; his hands are soft but incredibly cold, making you arch your back. his kiss never stops—it’s gentle, full of devotion and patience. his hands slide beneath your shirt, caressing your ribs just below your breasts. you feel completely at his mercy, spreading your legs and letting him settle comfortably between them.
then a sound escapes his lips—something between a growl and a moan. his hands gently squeeze your breasts, making you moan into the kiss. his cold hands make your nipples harden at his touch. his thumbs gently caress your nipples before lightly pinching them, making you arch your back again.
one of his hands now slides down toward your stomach, gently caressing your skin before reaching the waistband of your panties. your hips move, seeking the friction of his hands, and then his hand slips inside your underwear. the contrast between your heat and his cold hands is intoxicating. his fingertips glide gently along your slit, gathering the wetness before pressing against your clitoris with his thumb, making you moan.
his thumb draws slow circles over your clitoris until your hips move, seeking more friction, and that’s when he inserts two fingers inside you, curving them upward and finding that perfect spot that makes your legs tremble and your back arch. his fingers move inside you relentlessly while his thumb still moves over your clitoris, bringing you close to orgasm.
the stimulation is too much for your body, but with him between your legs and his weight on top of you, you can’t close your legs. helplessly and over the edge, your body tenses, signaling that you’re close to coming. your walls tightening around his fingers only make his movements even faster, and before you can process it, you’re having the best orgasm you’ve had in a very long time. your pussy gushes around his fingers and squeezes him tightly as you come down from your high.
“you came for me so beautifully. good girl,” he whispers in your ear before kissing you on the cheek.
the moment he pulls his fingers out of you, you wake up completely exhilarated, staring straight at the clock. 9:00 AM. your room is lit up by daylight streaming through your windows. your body feels incredibly heavy, and even though you look all around, you see that everything is exactly the same.
and then you remember—the dream. it felt so real. when you look at your body, you see your sweater pulled up to your ribs, your pajama pants slightly damp, and you still can’t move. it’s as if a truck had run you over. it all felt so real. maybe… was it real? and if so, who was he?
in that instant, you remember what you wrote down on your paper—he looked exactly like the kind of man you’d want in your life. maybe you were so influenced by the ritual that you had that dream, but was it really so intense that you came while you were dreaming?
the memory of his hands sends a shiver down your spine; part of you longs for more of him, but another part fears that none of it is real, or that actually is.
when you finally manage to get out of bed, you go straight to take a shower and change into fresh clothes. you thank your lucky stars that today is sunday and you can take as much time as you want, but while you’re showering, you feel a weight on your shoulder, as if someone were watching you—yet you’re still absolutely certain you’re alone in your apartment. when you wash your face and close your eyes, you see his face clearly. his intense gaze, his large, dark eyes, his beautiful nose, and his full lips, framed by a chiseled jawline and high cheekbones. he was absolutely beautiful.
you step out of the shower, letting out a sigh you didn’t realize you’d been holding in; your body feels light yet heavy at the same time, and you can’t stop shivering. maybe it’s the heat, maybe winter is coming, or maybe… In that moment, you remember it—the comment you saw on the blog. “DON’T DO THIS. DON’T DO IT. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE INVITING INTO YOUR LIFE WHEN YOU DO THIS RITUAL. DON’T. DO. IT.”
you run to the living room where you remember leaving the candle to burn out, and in that moment you see it: the circle of salt isn’t quite perfect—there’s a line drawn through it, as if someone had deliberately broken the circle. that’s why the instructions said, “under any circumstances, leave the candle alone. make sure the candle burns out completely; don’t abandon the ritual.”
at that very moment of realization, you feel a touch on your shoulder. you breath catches. it's the same sensation as last night. you're no longer alone. it's Him.
breaking my silence idgaf if enhypen and evan beefing anymore they look fine asf mad😍😍 ouushii...
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