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WILL NOT WRITE | non-con, incest, illegal age-gaps, heavy degradation (not into it sorry!), anything abt feet, furries (again, sorry!), cheating (it makes me a but uncomfy to portray them like that ngl), anything that’s obviously not okay.
MIGHT WRITE | dub-con/somno, yandere, daddy kink (not into it at all sorry, but i can try?)… you can ask and i’ll let you know.
WILL WRITE | femdom, sub!svt, dom!svt, degradation, dumbification, threesome (4some max lol cause idk if i’ll be good enough at more), nipple play (BOTH WAYS!!!), supernatural shit like vampires, hybrids, or whatever, sir kink, creampie/breeding, semi-public, vouyerism, anything not on the will not write list tbh, just ask, i’m open to try new things! :))
welcome to my masterlist, you can guide yourself through it by the key below.
F — fluff M — mature/smut A — angst C — comedy
Requests are usually open but I take my time to write them. I will not write anything I am uncomfortable with + I only write for seventeen.
seungcheol
♡ dumb pretty princess | M • bodyguard!cheol x celebrity!reader
your bodyguard is tired of you leaving his sight, so he has to teach you a listening lesson.
♡ •cherryontop_ is live | M • adultstreamer!cheol x roommate!reader
coming soon.
jeonghan
♡ into the woods | M • camp counselor!jeonghan x f!reader
coming soon.
wonwoo
♡ watching | M • roommate!wonwoo x reader
After a night of confessions, your heart breaks but you still find yourself thinking about him on a lonely night, just to catch him watching you touch yourself to the though of him. ; or, wonwoo comes home to see you moaning his name while you play with ur toys ifywim
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i’ve got a crush on u series | idol!wonwoo x popstar!reader
♡ butterflies | M
backstage rendezvous with your boyfriend, or wonwoo receives an award from the star of the night who happens to be a great singer iykwim
♡ no biting | M
Wonwoo is tired after a long week of working on the preparations for Svt’s new tour and finds comfort on you—literally; or, wonu is obsessed with you and your breasts.
♡ good to me | M
after a long show and an even longer tour, wonwoo finds himself at the last stop, los angeles. good thing he has someone very special to take care of him—in every single way. ; or, wonwoo stays over at your house after his last tour stop and a relaxing bath turns into a lot more.
mingyu
♡ loneliness is a bitch | M • incubus!mingyu x collegestudent!reader
your poetry professor starts showing up in your dreams after he praised you on your assignment—but it must be all in your head right? or why is he looking at you like he know what you dreamt about?
♡ sugar & spice | M • adultstreamer!mingyu x baker!reader
your bodyguard is tired of you leaving his sight, so he has to teach you a listening lesson.
Pairing | bodyguard!seungcheol x celeb!reader
Genre + warnings | Smut, pwp, dom!seungcheol, reader is obsessed with his arms, a bit of degradation (nothing too extreme), he calls her dumb/stupid a couple of times, praising, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, petnames (sweetheart, princess, pretty, baby)
Word count | 2.7K ♡ 11 min read
Request | Could you write something with Seungcheol dom, nsfw? It could be a headcanon, ir whatever you feel comfy.
Notes | Seungcheol pls choke me too _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
You had almost 2 years of having known Seungcheol, after a reckless fan tried to tackle you during a charity red carpet, your management decided to hire a highly trained professional to keep you safe. He followed behind you everywhere at all times, at this point he followed you quicker than your own shadow.
Despite spending almost 24 hours together, Seungcheol wasn’t a man of many words. All that would come out of his mouth were commands and reprimands when you weren’t being careful enough. You don’t know much about the man other than the fact that he was a former secret service agent and that he is absolutely breathtaking—quite distracting to be honest. There was no known wife or girlfriend, clearly due to his job of being with you all day, which was such a shame that someone that hot wasn’t being loved as he should.
He was equally annoying as he was hot, always scolding you for walking a little too far from his view without previous notice. Which brings you to the current situation, you sat on the couch in your living room while he scolds you.
You had been walking around the park when in a blink of an eye you were gone, sending him into full defense mode. He has wandered around the park until he spotted you petting a stray cat as the sun was threatening to hide for the day.
“You cannot keep doing this.” He says sternly while pacing in front of you, rubbing his fingers into his temples. “I get paid to protect you and you never listen. You cannot keep wandering off when I explicitly tell you not to.”
“I wasn’t even far from you, I just-” he cuts you off with a deep sigh.
“Why is it so hard for you to get it through your head?” Seungcheol stops pacing to cross his arms and stare down at you. “Do you know what ‘don’t wander off’ means? Or do I have to find another way to get it through your head?”
“I don’t know why I even bother with you. At this point I will have to put you in a fucking leash to keep you from getting yourself in danger.” Should he talk to you that way? Probably not, but he was tired of you putting yourself in danger and his job in jeopardy. You should be fuming at the way he is talking to you, but instead you feel your body get warm. Eyes doe looking up at his sharp ones.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks a bit too harsh still and you can’t help but eyes him down while biting the inside of your lip. The sleeves of his black button up rolled up his arms, showing the veiny muscles so deliciously.
You hear him scoff before clicking this tongue.
“Are you for real right now?” He lowers himself to meet your eyes, his hands resting on his knees. “Are you listening? Or is that pretty dumb head of yours imagining other things like always?”
“What do you-” just as you were about to question him, he cuts you off with a raise of his eyebrow.
“Do you think I don’t notice half of the times I talk to you, you just stare at my arms?” He questions, a lazy smirk threatening to fall on his lips. “I live here, remember? Do you think I can’t hear you touching yourself at night? Moaning my name before slapping a hand above that filthy mouth of yours to keep quiet?”
You are sure your face is ten shades red under his gaze and you are sure he can tell every single word he spits is making you clench around nothing. His taunting tone makes you feel small and stupid and you absolutely love it. You should deny ever touching yourself to the thought of his mouth and fingers, but there is no point in lying when he has heard you himself—yet you still try.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You breath out weakly, looking away.
“Oh yeah?” The man kneels in front you, but you refuse to look at him. “So I imagined the sounds of you panting? I imaged the sounds of your fingers fucking that wet pussy of yours? I imagined you moaning my name, pleading to go faster? Is that what you are saying?”
Your gaze finds focus on the rug beneath your feet.
“Now you decide finally shut up?” He chuckles a scoff before grabbing your jaw and forcing you meet his eyes. “Is that how I can finally get you to listen? Do I need to fuck common sense into you?”
Your legs rub tightly together before you can even think about it, a small whimper falling off your lips at the mere mention of him fucking you.
“Mmm, so that’s what you want, princess?” He tuts, “you want me to teach you how to be obedient?”
Your lips act faster than your brain and “Yes…” you breathe. “Please…”
Seungcheol smirks as his grip leaves your jaw to grab at your legs and spread them open. The skirt of your dress bunches up at your hips when he swiftly throws your heel cladded legs over his shoulders.
He wastes no time pressing his mouth on your clothed center, kissing right over your clit, eliciting a whimper from you.
“Look at this, so fucking wet.” He keeps a tight grip on your thighs as he licks up a stripe above your baby pink thong, the thin fabric allowing the wet muscle to touch your outer labia.
“Fuck, Seung-” a moan escapes your lips when you feel his thumb hook on the fabric so he lick your cunt. “Your mouth feels so good…”
He hums against it, tongue working skillfully on your wet entrance before dragging up so he can suck your clit sharply.
“Yeah?” His fingers leave your thigh to enter your gaping hole, immediately clenching around them. “Is it how you imagined every night, princess?”
“S-so much b-etter!” You scream when you feel his digits curl, touching your sensitive spot perfectly.
He smirks at your response biting your inner thigh before speaking up.
“I thought you said that didn’t happen.” You whine and cover your face, making him laugh. His free hand immediately move to swat away your hands, while the other continues scissoring inside your warm walls. “Now don’t cover that dumb pretty face of yours. I want to see you cry for me.”
You force your eyes open to look at him, his eyes already heavy on your face and his mouth sloppily kissing down your thigh until they are close to your sensitive bud again. His eyes never leave yours, even when he feels you clench hard as he approaches your clit, and less when your jaw falls slack, drool dropping down your chin and on your expensive dress and his tongue darts out to play with your clit. Your moans only grow louder as his fingers move faster and his lips suck on your clit sloppily.
“Are you gonna cum already, princess?” He taunts, kissing your wet cunt while your hips squirm under his heavy hand. “Is that stupid mouth of yours not gonna answer?”
All you can do is clench around him as you feel your orgasm build as he calls you stupid.
“Too bad, stupid girls don’t get to cum.” His fingers left your pussy as you whine loudly, tears already forming in your eyes. “Take your dress off.” He commands as he bring his fingers taht were onve inside you to his mouth, humming darkly at the sweet taste.
You oblige with shaky hands, his own removing your thong completely, joining your sparkly dress on the floor. His shirt followed, finally revealing his mouth watering chiseled torso and huge arms. His lips kiss your cunt again before moving up your torso until they find your tits.
“Of course you are not wearing a bra. You never are.” Your long nails claw softly at his shoulders. “Always tempting me with these pretty tits, baby, aren’t you?” Another moan falls from your lips as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, toying with the perked up bud before sucking it into his mouth.
Seungcheol suddenly stands, quickly undoing his belt and dress pants, leaving them to fall next to your discarded dress. Your hands quickly move to curl at the waistband of his underwear to remove it but he swats at your hands again.
“Put that pretty mouth to good use and remove them with your teeth.” You obey and quickly after your teeth are sinking into the flesh of his v-line as they slide to remove his briefs. His cock hits your face as soon as it springs free, earning a whine from you.
“Make yourself useful for once and get me ready to fuck your cunt.” You shudder at his deepened voice. “Your pussy is wet enough to slide in easily but I want you to choke on my cock before I choke you with my arms, though you’ll have to beg for it before, princess.”
He slaps his heavy length on your cheek, moving it to tap at your lips where you open instantly, feeling him heavy on your tongue. Your jaw falls slack as you try to fit him as much as you can, the thick girth making you dizzy.
“Such a pretty little dumb slut, aren’t you, princess?” You hum around his cock, looking up at him while your tongue flattens to rub the underside of his length as you bob your head slowly. “That’s what that mouth is good for, taking my cock so well.”
You can’t help but rub your legs together, Seungcheol chuckles at the sight and pulls your mouth away from his cock before pulling up you to stand. Your feet wobble in your sparkly heels when you stand, hands grabbing at his biceps. His hand comes down to spank your ass sharply, a yelp of his name leaving your lips.
“I should punish you for wandering off today, princess.” Another smack. “Should teach you a lesson for never listening to me.”
“Cheol, please…” your face presses against his firm chest.
“Please what, princess? Let’s use that brain of yours and make out complete sentences, yeah?”
“I want you inside me, please.”
“But you don’t deserve that, sweetheart, now do you?” He cups your face to make you look at him, his lips coming down to kiss your jaw tenderly before another smack of his hand startles you.
“Please!” You beg, “I promise I will listen to you, but I need you to fuck me so bad.”
He chuckles, his lips lingering on your jaw move to kiss your own softly. The kiss quickly turns heated as he pulls your hair and dips his tongue to play with yours, slowly guiding you to kneel with him after turning you around so your back is pressed against his chest.
As soon as your knees hit the rug his arm circles around your neck, the strong muscle keeping you locked flush against him, softly cutting a bit of oxygen from your lungs. How many times had you dreamt about this exact scenario? You lost count of them, the memory of your fingers choking your own neck wishing it was him was the only thing left as he lines himself up with your soaked entrance.
In a single swift move he is deep inside your cunt, knocking all air out of you. A strained scream leaves your lips as your eyes roll back when he groans deeply at your ear.
“So tight, sweetheart. This pussy was made just for me, princess.” Seungcheol bites softly at your exposed jaw. “Beg for it, pretty. Tell me how much you want me to ruin you for any other man.”
Another scream leaves your throat, the only thing in your mind is his cock splitting you open and his huge bicep headlocking you.
“Please, fuck me! I want you to fuck me deep and hard, baby. Please, Seungcheol, I need you!” Your nails claw at his arm, but he knows better than to let go.
His hips start moving slowly, the drag of the veins on his cock against your gummy walls feel absolutely amazing. His pace quickly starts picking up, a deep growled laugh leaves his throat when he feels something wet drip down his forearm and he knows for a fact it is you drooling again.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby. You’re swallowing me so perfectly, princess.” He kisses your cheeks and you realize there were tears slipping past your closed eyelids. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. You’re making me feel so good, pretty.”
Your eyebrows knit together, whines fall from your lips as you feel his voice grow further and further away.
“Cheollie, I feel so f-full.”
“Yeah baby? Do you like being full with my cock?” His hips slow in speed but deepen in thrusts, hitting your g-spot lusciously. “If I would’ve known this is what it took to make you listen, I would’ve fucked this tight pussy a long time ago.”
The man chuckles lazily when you clench around him again.
“Are you close, princess?” You manage to nod faintly. “Promise me you will listen from now on if you want me to fuck you good and let you cum.”
“I p-promise! Mmm, I will obey everything you tell me from now on, please! Just, I need to cum on your cock, please, Cheollie, please!” His skin shivers at how quickly you complied with what he asked.
His hips piston swiftly, making your legs tremble as your climax approaches. A cry escapes from your lips.
“I know, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl, pretty. C’mon baby, cum around me.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth a scream of his names resonates around the living room, your toes curl in your heels and hear your arousal leak out of you and unto the rug. His hand’s on your hip tightens.
“Such a good girl, look at this mess, princess.” He loves the way your climax squirts all over his thighs and the floor beneath. As he moves to pull out, he feels your hand circle back and claw as his ass, whining.
“Cum inside me, Ch-Cheollie, p-please.” He throws his head back with a groan and picks up the pace as he nods. “Kiss m-me.”
“So needy.” He smirks, his arm loosens up a bit around your neck to let you twist back a little to let his lips clash with yours again. His plump lips feel like heaven against yours, small whimpers vibrating against your mouth as he approaches his own orgasm. “Perfect little pussy made just for me. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim, pretty.”
You feel a second orgasm wash over you when his hot cum spurts inside your walls, making you feel impossibly full. Full and hot and sticky and fucked out—all thanks to your hot bodyguard.
“Good job, baby, you did so well for me.” He lowers your bodies unto the soft rug, pulling you closer to his chest if that’s even possible. All you can do is hum softly for him.
After a beat of silence you speak up again, his lips pressing to your shoulders.
“I’m sorry for not listening, Cheol.” You say, fingers playing with his that circle your waist. “I didn’t realize I was making your job harder.”
“Don’t apologize, princess.” He kisses the crook of your neck now. “It is my job to look after you, I should always keep an eye on you, even if you wander off to pet every damn cat you see on the street.” He chuckles and you mirror his laugh.
“I promise I will pull you with me next time I see a cat.” He laughs louder now. “Unless not listening makes you fuck me again. Then I won’t ever listen to you. Never.”
“Wouldn’t you like that, baby?” He bites your shoulder. “Now that I remember, last week you ran off too. Maybe I should punish you for that right now.”
your poetry professor starts showing up in your dreams after he praised you on your assignment—but it must be all in your head right? or why is he looking at you like he know what you dreamt about?
Pairing | incubus!mingyu x unistudent!reader
Genre + warnings | Smut, Porn with Plot; dub-con? (it’s a incubus story so it comes with the lore), dom!mingyu, oral, fingering, spanking, nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex, stalking(?), marking(?), professor/student relationships, age-gap (the man’s a demon so…), reader x mystery member one-night stand, petnames (harlot, slut, baby, sweetheart, pretty, human), riding, masturbation, degradation/praise. I think that’s it, a little dark/not fluffy, comes with the incubus lore obvs. *lil surprise at the end hehe
Word Count | 5.5K ♡ 22 min read
Notes | this is my first time writing anything with incubi (and mingyu lol) I did a lot of research so there is a bigger chunk of plot than usual. I hope y’all like it regardless, and that I didn’t butcher the lore much TT
Request | hiii i saw that your request is open. since it is the spooky month, i was thinking of a mingyu incubus fic? it's all dark and alluring, him luring a girl and using her to get her energy.
As summer transcends into fall, the falling orange leaves mark the start of a new semester, the chilly wind and cloudy skies the only companion as you walk to your last class of the day—Lyric Poetry. Living a quiet life, you pushed yourself to indulge in small things you liked, even though Literature was not your major, you thought it would be good idea to take a poetry class in hopes of finding a medium to channel your feelings.
It’s been a whole year and a half since you found out your boyfriend of two years had been cheating on you with your best friend—your only friend at that. Not for a month, not for a year, but for the whole duration of the relationship. He couldn’t even wait a week after asking you out when he was already having his way with her in the back of his car. You were not sure if that hurt more or the fact that the only person you had ever trusted was the one that was seeing him. Safe to say the past year has been the loneliest of them all, maybe you were destined to be alone all along—just how you overheard your mother say once.
A sigh left your lips, soft smog forming due to the cold weather, as you opened the doors to the building. The heels of your boots clicked on the floor and your jacket ruffled softly as your approached the room—Room 406 to be exact.
Professor Kim would be waiting on the other side of the door. You had heard so many stories about him, from girls in your classes and hallway gossip. Two semesters into teaching and his classes were already a bloodbath to get in during registration, not because his classes were all so interesting, but because students on campus had taken quite a liking to the physique of the professor. You’d never seen him before, but when you saw he was offering a new poetry class, you had to take into the opportunity—to learn of course.
There were rumors that some girls had become so obsessed with him that the Dean had to get them transferred, others that there were students who swore up and down that they had slept with said professor—in their dreams—but it had felt so real to the point that they had started believing it themselves.
‘He can’t be that handsome…’ you thought to yourself when you heard a guy excitedly tell his friends how he just knew Professor Kim wanted him.
As your watch marked 4:30PM, you open the door to the classroom, all front seat already taken by girls with skirts too short and necklines too deep, clearly in efforts of catching the attention of the “hot” new professor. Pathetic, that’s what they were, parading themselves for a man that will merely see them as disposable, they all did, they were all the same.
There was a seat towards the end of the lecture hall, just perfect for you, away from the giggles and whispers of those oogling the teacher. Just a perfect view of the board and quiet enough to sit with your little pathetic broken heart.
Five minutes later, sharp, you hear the door open and the whispers subside. An odd feeling crept up your body as a shiver went down your spine, the warm light of the hall flickered slightly—odd. A tall muscular man in his early 30s stood in front of the room, a white button up hidden behind a black coat adorned his body, his hair was neatly brushed back, with a couple of messy strands framing his hair perfectly, probably due to the wind outside.
Professor Kim. The rumors were kinda true—he was handsome, but not ‘make you go mad handsome’, at least to you.
“Ms. _____?” You heard a male voice call, pulling your gaze up from your notebook, you met his eyes.
Odd.
There was something odd about his eyes, but you decided to let it go, blaming it on the long distance.
“Here.” You said softly, a hum resonated from his throat.
“Welcome to the class, Ms. ______.” A smile. Odd smile—almost a smirk. For some reason it sent shivers down your spine, the way his eyes looked dark from up your row was weird, but nonetheless you shrugged it off, you were just tired. Tired in so many ways.
You felt some lingering gazes from some people at the front, but paid no mind to them as your eyes quickly went back to your notebook. Class went on as normal, despite your body temperature suddenly feeling cold, but hey, it was fall after all.
As soon as the clock marked 6:00PM, Professor Kim concluded the class, all students getting up their seats and preparing to head home. Still, some students lingered around to ask the professor stuff—mostly his office hours and extra credit opportunities, if you know what they meant…
Your bag slung over your shoulder after stuffing your notebook and laptop back in, quickly making way down the lecture hall and towards the door. Just as you were to push past the door you hear a voice call your name, awfully close.
“Goodbye, Ms. ______.” Deep and dark—almost seductive right next to your ear, tickling a little.
The proximity of the voice made you turn around immediately. The over of the voice, however, was still at his desk, a couple of girls surrounding him.
A hum of confusion had left your lips, his attention suddenly on you.
“Everything okay, Ms. ____?” Professor Kim asked, glacing at you, feigning worry. Something about him was off, your brain was yelling at you, but you brushed it off—obviously thats crazy to think, you didn’t know the man.
“Yeah, I thought I heard someone calling.” You said dismissively, a snort coming from one of the girls at his desk.
“Sure, you did…” her eyes rolled.
“M’kay. Have a nice night, see you Friday.” The man said giving you the same smile as earlier, prompting you to finally leave the classroom.
You were tired. Definitely. That had to be it.
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Days passed, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, you found yourself in the same seat—center seat, last row of the lecture hall. Every class was the same, you came in, he took roll, his eyes lingered, you avoided his gaze, shivers up your spine, a smirk on his face, and a cold feeling on your skin. It always seemed as if no one else felt it, the coldness of the room, the strange atmosphere, dark gaze, lopsided smirk—you couldn’t be imagining that every day, could you?
After a couple of weeks, your first assignment had been graded. An A+. Of course, you deserved that grade, you put your heart into the assignment, literally. It was like a leak you couldn’t fix, words just came, pouring all feelings of solitude and heartbreak into paper.
‘That is what prompted him to call you after class’, you told yourself as you waited for the last person seeking to get more from him to leave. As soon as he did, Professor Kim’s eyes were on you, a softer smile on his face.
“Your work was exceptional, Ms. ____!” He announced. “You have an incredible talent with words, I could feel every single word in your work.”
“Thank you, Professor. I tried my very best.” You said, feeling lighter, a breath you didn’t know you were holding leaving your lips.
“I would love to have you join the University’s new Poetry Club. It’s pretty new, nothing too fancy yet.” His hands worked on stacking some papers due for grading. “I am in charge of it and I think you would be a great first addition to it as we grow, what do you think?”
First addition? As in… just you? Something told you to reject, yet your mouth had other plans, it’s not like you had a social life anyway. Eventually more people would join and you would meet new friends… right?
“Sure! That sounds interesting.” You said softly, a small chuckle left his lips.
“Cool, I’ll email you the details once we have a meeting date set. Have a good night, Ms. _____.”
“You too, Professor…” you turned to leave, but that voice returned. It was his voice, you knew that.
‘I’ll see you tonight.’ A shiver. You turned back to see him still at his desk, already grading papers, his tie a bit looser.
It wasn’t him, he was too far. It was all in your head, you were imagining things. Then why did that voice kept on replaying in your head?
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The drive back home was quiet, just the faint music coming from the speakers as you pulled into your complex’s parking garage. You discarded your jacket and sweater by the door, getting more comfortable as you prepared to sleep in—it was the weekend after all, no school and no work.
After a quick warm shower, you were ready in your pajamas under the covers. The view to the city was relaxing as you indulged in a book. You loved reading before bed, love stories made you mend your heart slightly, it was nice thinking love was a real thing in some universe far away—not on this one though.
After an hour or so, you put the book away, lying on your side after turning off your bedside lamp. The quiet murmuring of the city from your window soothed your eyes into a peaceful slumber.
That is until you heard that voice again. This time it was obviously in your dreams, right in your left ear.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” You tried to turn around, but couldn’t. Then you felt a large hand, soft but cold, caress your shoulder.
You couldn’t lie, it felt nice to be touched like this, even if it was just in your dreams.
“So lonely and dejected.” The voice taunted you, but the soft finger tips approached your hips, where they pressed softly, pulling you back against their much larger frame.
This was kinda nice.
“I bet you taste so sweet,” an involuntary gasp left your mouth as his fingers danced closer to your inner thighs. “I can smell this neglected little cunt all the way from my desk every day, baby.”
You froze at that. What the fuck were you dreaming?!
“Every time you are immersed in your notebook and you shiver, I can see your pretty nipples harden under your sweater. Such a slutty little thing.” The fingers of the person behind you dipped further between your legs, finally touching your heat over your panties—a moan leaving your lips.
You wanted to look back, but your body was anchored to its side on the mattress. You should’ve panicked, but it was a dream after all.
“A whole year without anyone kissing this wet cunt is torture. But I’m here to change that, baby. I will give you what he couldn’t.” A set of sharp teeth sunk on your shoulder softly. “I will give you what he was giving her all that time. I will fuck this little pussy raw until all you can think about is how warm my cum feels deep inside.”
Your thighs pressed together around the large manly hand and your back arched back slightly.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you, little harlot?” His middle finger pressed down your wet clotherd slot, playing with your hole teasingly. “You want your professor to cum deep inside you, fuck the loneliness out of you.”
You nodded. ‘Yes’, you wanted to scream, you really did want your Prof- wait… Who? Before you could even panic, his fingers dipped beyond your panties and into your warm hole. A moan finally leaving your lips.
“Fuck, you are so wet, baby.” With that, he moved you to lay on your back, finally letting you see his face. His fingers scissored inside your heat, provoking a moan from you.
His eyes were dark, not only in color but in aura. A smirk decorated his face, sharp fangs showing slightly. Professor Kim, you were having a wet dream about your teacher.
What the fuck?
“Expected someone else, pretty?” He asked seductively, leaning in to lightly graze his teeth on your jaw. “I’ll see you some other day then, baby. Keep that pussy wet and nice for me, yeah?”
You jolted awake with a sharp inhale, sitting straight up in bed. Your heart was pumping way too fast in your chest. Sweat making your hair cling to your neck.
Your eyes turned to where he was, empty.
It was a dream, but it felt oddly real. His presence wasn’t real, but the heat between your legs was. Your back met the mattress again and your hand shamefully moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts.
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Loneliness was some weird bitch cause he visited your dreams every single night until Monday finally came along.
He didn’t do much, just a bite and a grope here and there, plus the occasional fingering between your legs. But you couldn’t help yourself after jolting awake, lulling yourself back to sleep with a cry of his name in your lips.
‘Mingyu’, he had told you one night prior to disappearing as he usually did. If that was his real name, you were not completely sure. But that was the name your mind had given him in your dreams.
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The walk into the classroom the following Monday was shameful to say the least. You had touched yourself to a dream version of your professor for five nights straight. With rapid speed, you found your seat and drifted away into nothingness until he took roll.
“Ms. ____?” He called, already looking up at you in the last row of the hall.
“Here.” You murmured without looking up. A smirk drawn on his face and he feigned deafness.
“Ms. ____?” He called again, eyes set on you. You knew he was looking at you. His gaze was too heavy not to notice.
You refused to look up, until you heard that voice again, close to your ear.
‘Look at me, pretty.’ It felt like a whisper in your ear and you couldn’t help but obey for some strange reason.
“I’m here.” You said, louder this time, meeting his eyes. A lazy smirk adorned his face as he nodded and moved unto the rest of the list. You found yourself lost in your notes, but could feel his eyes set on you once in a while through the whole class. Every stare was followers by a shiver down your spine and a sudden chilly breeze around you.
You swore every day was the same, Professor Kim’s eyes on you once in a while throughout the class. It felt like he gave you specific attention, but no one seemed to take notice of it. Odd. At this point, it had been 2 weeks of dreaming about him. Being anchored to your bed without any ability to move while he touched you. By the seventh dream, he had eaten you out, made you see stars, until you jolted awake. Your underwear had been moved to the side just like he did in the dream and you could’ve sworn your clit was swollen—but that was impossible, you must’ve moved in your sleep. Maybe you needed to get laid in real life to stop having these intense dreams about your teacher nonetheless.
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Your eyes scanned around the bar, nothing good would come out of this, you were sure, but you needed to release all the pent up lust. Everyday you couldn’t control your body, it was like you were stuck in your ovulation period. So, here you were now trying to find someone willing to fuck you and call it a night.
A tall muscular man came into your view, his eyes met yours and his lips drew into a smirk. In less than 3 seconds he was already making his way to you.
“Saw something you liked, gorgeous?” He let out an airy chuckle, no sign of alcohol in his breath. Perfect.
“Hmm, not sure, I was looking behind you.” You said, biting your lip. He let out an amused chuckle at that.
“Such a shame, cause I was looking straight at you.” He said, getting a little closer, your breath hitching.
He was just perfect. Tall, big biceps, thick eyebrows, and pretty plump lips—handsome all around. You could already imagine how the night was gonna end.
“May I buy you a drink?” He asked, “or would you rather we go somewhere else?”
“I think I can skip the alcohol for tonight.” You smiled softly, tracing his bicep with your index finger. The way he smiled while biting his bottom lip gave you a peek of dimples.
Yeah, tonight was gonna be great.
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Seungcheol’s (you had learned his name on the way to your place) hands gripped your ass while his lips devoured yours. Soft pants resounded from both of you while you guided him towards your bedroom. This was the first time you had brought a stranger home, but the way he touched you was enough to not drive your mind into overthinking.
“And to think I was going to stay home.” He murmured against your lips. “Such a pretty little thing, fuck, I saw you as soon as you came into the bar, baby.”
His hands pulled you in closer as you approached the bed. He was gentle with laying you down and you could definitely feel something flutter in your chest. The man removed his shirt with a grin, giving you a view to his chiseled torso, your hands reach out automatically to feel him.
“Let me remove these, baby…”
Soon your clothes were gone and he had your legs pressed against your chest as he rutted into you in a slow but more than satisfactory pace. He was big all around, stuffing you perfectly and making your mind forget all about Professor Kim. He had folded you into three positions already, making you cum in every single one.
“Still so tight, baby…” He said, but it wasn’t Seungcheol’s voice. You froze, heart beating out of your chest. It was the voice again, his voice.
“What?” You asked and he hummed.
Suddenly he stoped his tracks grabbing his ear in pain as he stumbled back.
“What’s wrong?” You asked sitting up quickly to help him, but he looked scared. His eyes zeroed behind you, you tried to look back but you were stuck in place.
“I gotta go.” He rushed to put his clothes on, you wanted to stop him, but you were anchored to where you at in bed.
And in less than two minutes he was gone.
“Tsk, you belong to me, remember?” The air was knocked off your lungs and you saw black.
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The following class your professor didn’t call your name like he usually did and you felt relieved. The extra attention was not for you and you were glad he seemed to stop. Until you felt his gaze extra heavy on you mid-exam. You looked up cautiously, he was staring back already. He looked angry? No, stern. His eyes dark and lips pressed into a thin line as he looked into your soul.
His fingertips tapped his desk and you could see he was tense. Did you do something? You weren’t cheating, if that is what he was thinking.
The man’s jaw clenched and you could see the movement even from up your row. You felt small under his gaze, this man had a weird fixation with you but you couldn’t voice it out without sounding crazy—cause you kinda had a fixation with him too, right?
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The eleventh dream came along and this time your teacher ate you out and made you suck him off at the same time. His thick veiny cock dragged deliciously against your tongue with every bob of your head; his large hands gripped at your ass while his tongue lapped your soaked cunt. The wet sound of his tongue and the saliva pooling at your mouth rang in your ears mixed with the soft city noises from your window. You felt hot and bothered, it was like you just couldn’t get enough, even if you tried waking up yourself to stop being a creep, you just couldn’t—not until he decided it was over.
“So fucking sweet. I can taste the despair and loneliness from this pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He growled, his hand came to do spank your left cheek harshly. The sting only sending you closer to the edge, if it were real the smack would surely leave a mark. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
He hummed, two fingers entering you without warning, making you moan around his shaft. Everything was making you dizzy and you wanted nothing more than to have his cum dripping down your throat. Your moans only grew louder and louder as he plunged his fingers at an insane speed.
“You’re so tight, baby. Can’t wait to finally put my cock inside you next time.” Mingyu said, almost like a promise.
Your tongue lazily played with the vein of his cock, a hand now pumping the lower half. The man beneath you groaned loudly as thick ropes of white flooded your mouth, you drank every single drop he gave you.
“Fuck, Mingyu!” you came with a scream ripping off your throat as he placed a kiss on your core before everything went black.
This time, you didn’t jolt abruptly awake—as a matter of fact, you woke up past your alarms at 4:00PM, there was no way you’d get to class on time, his class to make everything worse. So you opted to skip it.
You woke up in the same position you were in the dream, your feet by your pillows, legs and jaw sore. Weird. Looking at the clock, you forced yourself awake, wiping drool off your chin with the back of your palm.
Your legs nearly gave out when you stood, a sting in your ass as you made way towards the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror caught you off guard—disheveled hair, tear stains in your cheeks, and when you turned to the side you saw the worst part. A bruise.
A gasps left your lips, it was a hand mark. A big one, right where Mingyu had smacked you in your dream. You were definitely going insane, this wasn’t real. Quickly reaching for your phone, you opened the camera app and took a picture, if it showed up you knew for a fact that something was wrong.
And there it was. A hand print on your left ass cheek. Your phone fell off your shaking hands and into the floor, oxygen wasn’t reaching your lungs enough. Had he been here all this time? There was no way he had sneaked into your home, was there?
But that would explain the whispering, the stare, and Seungcheol’s sudden reaction that night.
You washed your face and quickly got dressed. You were going to find out and you would do it tonight, even if it made a fool out of you.
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Students were exiting the classroom by the time you got there. 6:40PM. It was already dark outside, but you couldn’t care less. You pushed by the doors to find your professor at his desk, grading papers. The sudden noise of footsteps made him look up.
“Ms. _____, class already ended.” He said softly, going back to what he was doing.
“Mingyu?” That’s all that could leave your lips. Your heart was racing and you saw him stop suddenly, turning his chair to stare at you with a blank expression.
Said expression slowly morphed into a smirk and clicked his tongue before chuckling deeply.
“Yes, baby?” He said slightly tilting his head and you could feel all of the blood drain from your face, yet there was a warm feeling in your belly.
“You-“ a finger pointed at him, the room was spinning and now you understood all the crazy stories, but you guess no one was ever stupid enough to ask him about it.
He pointed at himself, raising his eyebrows in amusement. This was funny to him.
“Come here.” His voice commanded and your body followed. Was it against your will? You were not too sure. “Did you need something from me, baby?”
“You-“ it was merely a whisper.
“Yes?”
“You have been breaking into my house.” You let out as a breath.
“Mmm, you let me in, baby.” He reached for your hips, pulling you closer, his face pressing into your abdomen and kissing it softly over your blouse. “And I don’t need to break in, I can just appear.”
You looked down at him, his eyes were fully black. You know you should be scared, but for some reason it just made you feel aroused. This sparked amusement in him, you weren’t scared… interesting.
“May I say you taste sweeter than any other little human I’ve had.” Large hands danced down your waist to your ass. “That guy from the other night was a coward, he couldn’t even last a second when I appeared behind you.”
Goosebumps arose on your skin at the memory.
“I just wanted to watch.” He laughed mockingly. “I couldn’t believe you had let another man into your bed.”
“Well, he gave me what you couldn’t give me in these past weeks.” You say as a matter of factly. “I was getting bored of just your fingers.”
Your fingers danced over his shoulders, and he took the opportunity to sit you in his lap. It was obvious he was already hard, but you swear you could feel every vain of his cock under his pants. He quickly unzipped them and without preparation, his hand went under your skirt to find you had no panties on. Mingyu only growled as he plunged you down his cock.
“Fuck!” You whined and let your head fall back as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” He groaned against your collarbones, before biting down.
You felt so full. Nicely fucked and full, he had stretched you out in every way imaginable—and you were enjoying every single second of it. His large hands pulled down your blouse, letting your breasts bounce out. If you thought his eyes couldn’t get darker, you were wrong.
His mouth was quick to latch unto the hardened buds in your chest. Each suction sent electricity through your body, making you clench around his big length. He grabbed your hips to lift you up and slam you back down his cock, his mouth ravening in the sweetness of your breasts.
Mingyu’s grip was harsh on your hips and the force in which he moved you like a ragdoll was even harsher. He was overstimulating every single bundle of nerves in your body. His tongue worked magic on your nipples, making them red and swollen from the wet friction and his cock stretched you out as he glided through your warm cunt and hit your g-spot lusciously.
“Such a slutty little human, this is the best pussy I’ve had.” You should’ve snorted at that, cause it was a lie, he told everyone the same thing. But all your mouth could make out was moans of his name. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna beg for me to come back to this cunt every night.”
“Fuck, Mingyu, right there!” You moaned, feeling that sense of release approaching. “I want to cum all over your cock, please!”
“Of course you do, slut.” He smacked your ass over your skirt. “You’re gonna cum all over me and I want you to be messy. Then I will take you home and break your fucking bed from fucking you so much.”
His sharp teeth raked over the swell of your tits and that was enough to release the tension in your lower belly. A scream ripped from your throat and you felt his skin get wet. The sound of climax coating his body, chair, and floor mixed with your heavy breathing.
“Look at this mess, Seungcheol didn’t deserve this. This is only for me.” He grabbed your jaw and made you stare into the dark depths of his black eyes. “Say it. Say your pussy is only for me.” You moaned, lips so close to his.
“My pussy is yours. Only yours.” You whine out and he kissed you with force. Teeth almost breaking yours with the impact. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, not caring of the wet drooling mess falling from where your lips connected.
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Mingyu pushed past your bedroom door, he carried you while remaining deep inside you. He was indulging in everything you gave him. Your tits, your tongue, your pussy, your fingers pulling his hair. It was weird. You were weirdly addictive and this had never happened with any other human before.
“Let me down, I need your cock down my throat right now.” He does as you say, letting you think you have some control over him, and puts you down.
You strip off your clothes before guiding him to the chair by your desk. He sat down as you grinned down at him, raking your fingers down his chest.
Mingyu tried to reach up to grab your breasts but he couldn’t move. His face changed quickly, trying again, this time he tried to stand up but he was glued to the chair. You just stood before him, naked, smirking at him.
“What the fuck did you do?” He asked furiously and you only giggled while getting onto his lap.
“How does that feel, Mingyu?” You asked in a sickening sweet voice.
“What are you…” he asked, still trying to break free from whatever was holding his down. “Let me go before I kill you.”
You only laughed louder.
“Silly little incubus.” You booped his nose. “You can’t kill me. I control you now.”
Even though his eyes were lacking pupils, you could see a flash of panic in the dark of his eyes.
“Now, if we look up to the ceiling…” you grabbed his chin harshly, nails digging into his face while you pushed him to look up with you, a large group of runes painted on the ceiling above shined purple “We see that our dumb little demon didn’t realize he was fucking a witch. How does it feel to be controlled?”
“I knew you were an incubus. I just couldn’t believe you fell for the story about my cheating boyfriend and how heartbroken I was.” You pouted and mocked cried a little. “I should definitely take up on acting, did such a good job you couldn’t read the lies in my mind.”
His breathing was heavy and quick.
“Now, I don’t plan on killing such a gorgeous face. They really outdid themselves with you down there, such a pretty face.” You said, moving his head from side to side while giggling.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“The same thing you do, baby.” Your lips kissed his softly and you ground against his growing bulge—he was enjoying this. “How about this, I don’t kill you. Right? But you promise to fuck me whenever I tell you to. I think that’s a win-win situation for you.”
He laughed in disbelief.
“You’re fucking crazy.” He spat, a load groan ripping from his chest.
“And yet you are rock hard under me. I can feel you pulsing like horny loser.” You pout again. “I could also leave you bounded here, provoking you every single night. Draining you of energy slowly and painfully.” You smiled widely.
“You can’t kill me,” he said.
“Oh but I can. But we don’t want such a pretty face to go to waste.” You kissed his jaw until you reached his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, hips bucking up. You were intoxicating and now it made sense why you were so alluring to him. “Unfortunately for both of us, I think you are my soulmate, I was told a few years ago that I had a weird case of having a demon as a soulmate. My mother thought I was gonna die alone.”
Soulmate? The devil had given him a soulmate?
“Fine, but I will need to get energy from somewhere.” He bit your chin softly before you shook your head.
“If you agree, you can only sleep with me.” You smiled sweetly, mockingly. “I’ll give you enough energy so you don’t die. But you will never ever fuck any other being in the looooong years you have on Earth.” Which is forever, he knew that. For some reason that didn’t sound so bad to him, if you were his soulmate, maybe he could get used go this. He wasn’t lying when he said you had been the best fuck he’s had.
“Fine, I will do whatever you want.” He grinned and you bit down his lower lip until a metallic taste flooded your tongue.
Your teeth painted red as you smiled at him and he felt weirdly aroused at the sight. Your tongue lapped inside of his mouth sealing the pact.
And for some reason that sounded oddly nice. He was bound to your soul now, you’d be much gentler than the other dude anyway—and he couldn’t wait to fuck such a pretty little thing for eternity.
“Good job, Mingyu. You got yourself a brand new owner.”
was just wondering how are you where u been and you come back talking about slow burn OH WE'LL BE EATING GOOD -🍄
Heh! I have been busy with the end of the semester, but I will finally have time to write fully in a couple of days! 🥳 hopefully I can have botb Cheol’s and Gyu’s fics out before the year ends!!
hello!!! i just finished reading 'loneliness is a bitch' and i think it just became one of my fav svt fics ever!! i wanted to leave a comment but i'm a little too shy so i'm here instead, i hope you don't mind 🥹
i swear you're so talented, the build up and the pacing is so so so good. when the mc called out mingyu's name directly for the first time and he called her baby.... i legit had to put my phone down and rolled around in bed 😭😭😭 THAT WAS HOT I SWEAR!!!! and the plot twist oh my goddddd the mc being a witch??? i love that the mc isn't just an ordinary human. incubus x witch???? SIGN ME TF UP i'm a sucker for demonic couples. i love you so much i'm gonna follow you home 👹 /j
anyway your fic made me happy, i think i can sleep well tonight. i'm definitely checking your other work too!! sorry for this long ass text 🥹🥹 thank you so much for your work and i hope you have have an amazing day!! -🍄
STOP THIS IS THE FIRST TIME I GET SOMETHING LIKE THIS I LEGIT JUST CRIED! I am so so happy you liked it 🥹 I was a bit worried about the fic since it was my first time writing incubi. I love mingyu and I’m a subby gyu enthusiast (as you can tell I couldn’t help myself with the ending lol) but dom mingyu was kinda hot ngl 🫣 wouldn’t mind being manhandled by a 6’2 cutie patootie.
BUT AHHH!!! YOURE TOO SWEET I HOPE YOU LIKE ALL OTHER WORKS I HAVEEEE, which is like 4 LMAO but I promise I will write more HAHAHA! 🥹🥹🥹💗💗💗💋💋💋💋
your poetry professor starts showing up in your dreams after he praised you on your assignment—but it must be all in your head right? or why is he looking at you like he know what you dreamt about?
Pairing | incubus!mingyu x unistudent!reader
Genre + warnings | Smut, Porn with Plot; dub-con? (it’s a incubus story so it comes with the lore), dom!mingyu, oral, fingering, spanking, nipple play, piv sex, unprotected sex, stalking(?), marking(?), professor/student relationships, age-gap (the man’s a demon so…), reader x mystery member one-night stand, petnames (harlot, slut, baby, sweetheart, pretty, human), riding, masturbation, degradation/praise. I think that’s it, a little dark/not fluffy, comes with the incubus lore obvs.
Word Count | 5.5K ♡ 22 min read
Notes | this is my first time writing anything with incubi (and mingyu lol) I did a lot of research so there is a bigger chunk of plot than usual. I hope y’all like it regardless, and that I didn’t butcher the lore much TT
Request | hiii i saw that your request is open. since it is the spooky month, i was thinking of a mingyu incubus fic? it's all dark and alluring, him luring a girl and using her to get her energy.
As summer transcends into fall, the falling orange leaves mark the start of a new semester, the chilly wind and cloudy skies the only companion as you walk to your last class of the day—Lyric Poetry. Living a quiet life, you pushed yourself to indulge in small things you liked, even though Literature was not your major, you thought it would be good idea to take a poetry class in hopes of finding a medium to channel your feelings.
It’s been a whole year and a half since you found out your boyfriend of two years had been cheating on you with your best friend—your only friend at that. Not for a month, not for a year, but for the whole duration of the relationship. He couldn’t even wait a week after asking you out when he was already having his way with her in the back of his car. You were not sure if that hurt more or the fact that the only person you had ever trusted was the one that was seeing him. Safe to say the past year has been the loneliest of them all, maybe you were destined to be alone all along—just how you overheard your mother say once.
A sigh left your lips, soft smog forming due to the cold weather, as you opened the doors to the building. The heels of your boots clicked on the floor and your jacket ruffled softly as your approached the room—Room 406 to be exact.
Professor Kim would be waiting on the other side of the door. You had heard so many stories about him, from girls in your classes and hallway gossip. Two semesters into teaching and his classes were already a bloodbath to get in during registration, not because his classes were all so interesting, but because students on campus had taken quite a liking to the physique of the professor. You’d never seen him before, but when you saw he was offering a new poetry class, you had to take into the opportunity—to learn of course.
There were rumors that some girls had become so obsessed with him that the Dean had to get them transferred, others that there were students who swore up and down that they had slept with said professor—in their dreams—but it had felt so real to the point that they had started believing it themselves.
‘He can’t be that handsome…’ you thought to yourself when you heard a guy excitedly tell his friends how he just knew Professor Kim wanted him.
As your watch marked 4:30PM, you open the door to the classroom, all front seat already taken by girls with skirts too short and necklines too deep, clearly in efforts of catching the attention of the “hot” new professor. Pathetic, that’s what they were, parading themselves for a man that will merely see them as disposable, they all did, they were all the same.
There was a seat towards the end of the lecture hall, just perfect for you, away from the giggles and whispers of those oogling the teacher. Just a perfect view of the board and quiet enough to sit with your little pathetic broken heart.
Five minutes later, sharp, you hear the door open and the whispers subside. An odd feeling crept up your body as a shiver went down your spine, the warm light of the hall flickered slightly—odd. A tall muscular man in his early 30s stood in front of the room, a white button up hidden behind a black coat adorned his body, his hair was neatly brushed back, with a couple of messy strands framing his hair perfectly, probably due to the wind outside.
Professor Kim. The rumors were kinda true—he was handsome, but not ‘make you go mad handsome’, at least to you.
“Ms. _____?” You heard a male voice call, pulling your gaze up from your notebook, you met his eyes.
Odd.
There was something odd about his eyes, but you decided to let it go, blaming it on the long distance.
“Here.” You said softly, a hum resonated from his throat.
“Welcome to the class, Ms. ______.” A smile. Odd smile—almost a smirk. For some reason it sent shivers down your spine, the way his eyes looked dark from up your row was weird, but nonetheless you shrugged it off, you were just tired. Tired in so many ways.
You felt some lingering gazes from some people at the front, but paid no mind to them as your eyes quickly went back to your notebook. Class went on as normal, despite your body temperature suddenly feeling cold, but hey, it was fall after all.
As soon as the clock marked 6:00PM, Professor Kim concluded the class, all students getting up their seats and preparing to head home. Still, some students lingered around to ask the professor stuff—mostly his office hours and extra credit opportunities, if you know what they meant…
Your bag slung over your shoulder after stuffing your notebook and laptop back in, quickly making way down the lecture hall and towards the door. Just as you were to push past the door you hear a voice call your name, awfully close.
“Goodbye, Ms. ______.” Deep and dark—almost seductive right next to your ear, tickling a little.
The proximity of the voice made you turn around immediately. The over of the voice, however, was still at his desk, a couple of girls surrounding him.
A hum of confusion had left your lips, his attention suddenly on you.
“Everything okay, Ms. ____?” Professor Kim asked, glacing at you, feigning worry. Something about him was off, your brain was yelling at you, but you brushed it off—obviously thats crazy to think, you didn’t know the man.
“Yeah, I thought I heard someone calling.” You said dismissively, a snort coming from one of the girls at his desk.
“Sure, you did…” her eyes rolled.
“M’kay. Have a nice night, see you Friday.” The man said giving you the same smile as earlier, prompting you to finally leave the classroom.
You were tired. Definitely. That had to be it.
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Days passed, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, you found yourself in the same seat—center seat, last row of the lecture hall. Every class was the same, you came in, he took roll, his eyes lingered, you avoided his gaze, shivers up your spine, a smirk on his face, and a cold feeling on your skin. It always seemed as if no one else felt it, the coldness of the room, the strange atmosphere, dark gaze, lopsided smirk—you couldn’t be imagining that every day, could you?
After a couple of weeks, your first assignment had been graded. An A+. Of course, you deserved that grade, you put your heart into the assignment, literally. It was like a leak you couldn’t fix, words just came, pouring all feelings of solitude and heartbreak into paper.
‘That is what prompted him to call you after class’, you told yourself as you waited for the last person seeking to get more from him to leave. As soon as he did, Professor Kim’s eyes were on you, a softer smile on his face.
“Your work was exceptional, Ms. ____!” He announced. “You have an incredible talent with words, I could feel every single word in your work.”
“Thank you, Professor. I tried my very best.” You said, feeling lighter, a breath you didn’t know you were holding leaving your lips.
“I would love to have you join the University’s new Poetry Club. It’s pretty new, nothing too fancy yet.” His hands worked on stacking some papers due for grading. “I am in charge of it and I think you would be a great first addition to it as we grow, what do you think?”
First addition? As in… just you? Something told you to reject, yet your mouth had other plans, it’s not like you had a social life anyway. Eventually more people would join and you would meet new friends… right?
“Sure! That sounds interesting.” You said softly, a small chuckle left his lips.
“Cool, I’ll email you the details once we have a meeting date set. Have a good night, Ms. _____.”
“You too, Professor…” you turned to leave, but that voice returned. It was his voice, you knew that.
‘I’ll see you tonight.’ A shiver. You turned back to see him still at his desk, already grading papers, his tie a bit looser.
It wasn’t him, he was too far. It was all in your head, you were imagining things. Then why did that voice kept on replaying in your head?
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The drive back home was quiet, just the faint music coming from the speakers as you pulled into your complex’s parking garage. You discarded your jacket and sweater by the door, getting more comfortable as you prepared to sleep in—it was the weekend after all, no school and no work.
After a quick warm shower, you were ready in your pajamas under the covers. The view to the city was relaxing as you indulged in a book. You loved reading before bed, love stories made you mend your heart slightly, it was nice thinking love was a real thing in some universe far away—not on this one though.
After an hour or so, you put the book away, lying on your side after turning off your bedside lamp. The quiet murmuring of the city from your window soothed your eyes into a peaceful slumber.
That is until you heard that voice again. This time it was obviously in your dreams, right in your left ear.
“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” You tried to turn around, but couldn’t. Then you felt a large hand, soft but cold, caress your shoulder.
You couldn’t lie, it felt nice to be touched like this, even if it was just in your dreams.
“So lonely and dejected.” The voice taunted you, but the soft finger tips approached your hips, where they pressed softly, pulling you back against their much larger frame.
This was kinda nice.
“I bet you taste so sweet,” an involuntary gasp left your mouth as his fingers danced closer to your inner thighs. “I can smell this neglected little cunt all the way from my desk every day, baby.”
You froze at that. What the fuck were you dreaming?!
“Every time you are immersed in your notebook and you shiver, I can see your pretty nipples harden under your sweater. Such a slutty little thing.” The fingers of the person behind you dipped further between your legs, finally touching your heat over your panties—a moan leaving your lips.
You wanted to look back, but your body was anchored to its side on the mattress. You should’ve panicked, but it was a dream after all.
“A whole year without anyone kissing this wet cunt is torture. But I’m here to change that, baby. I will give you what he couldn’t.” A set of sharp teeth sunk on your shoulder softly. “I will give you what he was giving her all that time. I will fuck this little pussy raw until all you can think about is how warm my cum feels deep inside.”
Your thighs pressed together around the large manly hand and your back arched back slightly.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you, little harlot?” His middle finger pressed down your wet clotherd slot, playing with your hole teasingly. “You want your professor to cum deep inside you, fuck the loneliness out of you.”
You nodded. ‘Yes’, you wanted to scream, you really did want your Prof- wait… Who? Before you could even panic, his fingers dipped beyond your panties and into your warm hole. A moan finally leaving your lips.
“Fuck, you are so wet, baby.” With that, he moved you to lay on your back, finally letting you see his face. His fingers scissored inside your heat, provoking a moan from you.
His eyes were dark, not only in color but in aura. A smirk decorated his face, sharp fangs showing slightly. Professor Kim, you were having a wet dream about your teacher.
What the fuck?
“Expected someone else, pretty?” He asked seductively, leaning in to lightly graze his teeth on your jaw. “I’ll see you some other day then, baby. Keep that pussy wet and nice for me, yeah?”
You jolted awake with a sharp inhale, sitting straight up in bed. Your heart was pumping way too fast in your chest. Sweat making your hair cling to your neck.
Your eyes turned to where he was, empty.
It was a dream, but it felt oddly real. His presence wasn’t real, but the heat between your legs was. Your back met the mattress again and your hand shamefully moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts.
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Loneliness was some weird bitch cause he visited your dreams every single night until Monday finally came along.
He didn’t do much, just a bite and a grope here and there, plus the occasional fingering between your legs. But you couldn’t help yourself after jolting awake, lulling yourself back to sleep with a cry of his name in your lips.
‘Mingyu’, he had told you one night prior to disappearing as he usually did. If that was his real name, you were not completely sure. But that was the name your mind had given him in your dreams.
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The walk into the classroom the following Monday was shameful to say the least. You had touched yourself to a dream version of your professor for five nights straight. With rapid speed, you found your seat and drifted away into nothingness until he took roll.
“Ms. ____?” He called, already looking up at you in the last row of the hall.
“Here.” You murmured without looking up. A smirk drawn on his face and he feigned deafness.
“Ms. ____?” He called again, eyes set on you. You knew he was looking at you. His gaze was too heavy not to notice.
You refused to look up, until you heard that voice again, close to your ear.
‘Look at me, pretty.’ It felt like a whisper in your ear and you couldn’t help but obey for some strange reason.
“I’m here.” You said, louder this time, meeting his eyes. A lazy smirk adorned his face as he nodded and moved unto the rest of the list. You found yourself lost in your notes, but could feel his eyes set on you once in a while through the whole class. Every stare was followers by a shiver down your spine and a sudden chilly breeze around you.
You swore every day was the same, Professor Kim’s eyes on you once in a while throughout the class. It felt like he gave you specific attention, but no one seemed to take notice of it. Odd. At this point, it had been 2 weeks of dreaming about him. Being anchored to your bed without any ability to move while he touched you. By the seventh dream, he had eaten you out, made you see stars, until you jolted awake. Your underwear had been moved to the side just like he did in the dream and you could’ve sworn your clit was swollen—but that was impossible, you must’ve moved in your sleep. Maybe you needed to get laid in real life to stop having these intense dreams about your teacher nonetheless.
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Your eyes scanned around the bar, nothing good would come out of this, you were sure, but you needed to release all the pent up lust. Everyday you couldn’t control your body, it was like you were stuck in your ovulation period. So, here you were now trying to find someone willing to fuck you and call it a night.
A tall muscular man came into your view, his eyes met yours and his lips drew into a smirk. In less than 3 seconds he was already making his way to you.
“Saw something you liked, gorgeous?” He let out an airy chuckle, no sign of alcohol in his breath. Perfect.
“Hmm, not sure, I was looking behind you.” You said, biting your lip. He let out an amused chuckle at that.
“Such a shame, cause I was looking straight at you.” He said, getting a little closer, your breath hitching.
He was just perfect. Tall, big biceps, thick eyebrows, and pretty plump lips—handsome all around. You could already imagine how the night was gonna end.
“May I buy you a drink?” He asked, “or would you rather we go somewhere else?”
“I think I can skip the alcohol for tonight.” You smiled softly, tracing his bicep with your index finger. The way he smiled while biting his bottom lip gave you a peek of dimples.
Yeah, tonight was gonna be great.
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Seungcheol’s (you had learned his name on the way to your place) hands gripped your ass while his lips devoured yours. Soft pants resounded from both of you while you guided him towards your bedroom. This was the first time you had brought a stranger home, but the way he touched you was enough to not drive your mind into overthinking.
“And to think I was going to stay home.” He murmured against your lips. “Such a pretty little thing, fuck, I saw you as soon as you came into the bar, baby.”
His hands pulled you in closer as you approached the bed. He was gentle with laying you down and you could definitely feel something flutter in your chest. The man removed his shirt with a grin, giving you a view to his chiseled torso, your hands reach out automatically to feel him.
“Let me remove these, baby…”
Soon your clothes were gone and he had your legs pressed against your chest as he rutted into you in a slow but more than satisfactory pace. He was big all around, stuffing you perfectly and making your mind forget all about Professor Kim. He had folded you into three positions already, making you cum in every single one.
“Still so tight, baby…” He said, but it wasn’t Seungcheol’s voice. You froze, heart beating out of your chest. It was the voice again, his voice.
“What?” You asked and he hummed.
Suddenly he stoped his tracks grabbing his ear in pain as he stumbled back.
“What’s wrong?” You asked sitting up quickly to help him, but he looked scared. His eyes zeroed behind you, you tried to look back but you were stuck in place.
“I gotta go.” He rushed to put his clothes on, you wanted to stop him, but you were anchored to where you at in bed.
And in less than two minutes he was gone.
“Tsk, you belong to me, remember?” The air was knocked off your lungs and you saw black.
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The following class your professor didn’t call your name like he usually did and you felt relieved. The extra attention was not for you and you were glad he seemed to stop. Until you felt his gaze extra heavy on you mid-exam. You looked up cautiously, he was staring back already. He looked angry? No, stern. His eyes dark and lips pressed into a thin line as he looked into your soul.
His fingertips tapped his desk and you could see he was tense. Did you do something? You weren’t cheating, if that is what he was thinking.
The man’s jaw clenched and you could see the movement even from up your row. You felt small under his gaze, this man had a weird fixation with you but you couldn’t voice it out without sounding crazy—cause you kinda had a fixation with him too, right?
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The eleventh dream came along and this time your teacher ate you out and made you suck him off at the same time. His thick veiny cock dragged deliciously against your tongue with every bob of your head; his large hands gripped at your ass while his tongue lapped your soaked cunt. The wet sound of his tongue and the saliva pooling at your mouth rang in your ears mixed with the soft city noises from your window. You felt hot and bothered, it was like you just couldn’t get enough, even if you tried waking up yourself to stop being a creep, you just couldn’t—not until he decided it was over.
“So fucking sweet. I can taste the despair and loneliness from this pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He growled, his hand came to do spank your left cheek harshly. The sting only sending you closer to the edge, if it were real the smack would surely leave a mark. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”
He hummed, two fingers entering you without warning, making you moan around his shaft. Everything was making you dizzy and you wanted nothing more than to have his cum dripping down your throat. Your moans only grew louder and louder as he plunged his fingers at an insane speed.
“You’re so tight, baby. Can’t wait to finally put my cock inside you next time.” Mingyu said, almost like a promise.
Your tongue lazily played with the vein of his cock, a hand now pumping the lower half. The man beneath you groaned loudly as thick ropes of white flooded your mouth, you drank every single drop he gave you.
“Fuck, Mingyu!” you came with a scream ripping off your throat as he placed a kiss on your core before everything went black.
This time, you didn’t jolt abruptly awake—as a matter of fact, you woke up past your alarms at 4:00PM, there was no way you’d get to class on time, his class to make everything worse. So you opted to skip it.
You woke up in the same position you were in the dream, your feet by your pillows, legs and jaw sore. Weird. Looking at the clock, you forced yourself awake, wiping drool off your chin with the back of your palm.
Your legs nearly gave out when you stood, a sting in your ass as you made way towards the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror caught you off guard—disheveled hair, tear stains in your cheeks, and when you turned to the side you saw the worst part. A bruise.
A gasps left your lips, it was a hand mark. A big one, right where Mingyu had smacked you in your dream. You were definitely going insane, this wasn’t real. Quickly reaching for your phone, you opened the camera app and took a picture, if it showed up you knew for a fact that something was wrong.
And there it was. A hand print on your left ass cheek. Your phone fell off your shaking hands and into the floor, oxygen wasn’t reaching your lungs enough. Had he been here all this time? There was no way he had sneaked into your home, was there?
But that would explain the whispering, the stare, and Seungcheol’s sudden reaction that night.
You washed your face and quickly got dressed. You were going to find out and you would do it tonight, even if it made a fool out of you.
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Students were exiting the classroom by the time you got there. 6:40PM. It was already dark outside, but you couldn’t care less. You pushed by the doors to find your professor at his desk, grading papers. The sudden noise of footsteps made him look up.
“Ms. _____, class already ended.” He said softly, going back to what he was doing.
“Mingyu?” That’s all that could leave your lips. Your heart was racing and you saw him stop suddenly, turning his chair to stare at you with a blank expression.
Said expression slowly morphed into a smirk and clicked his tongue before chuckling deeply.
“Yes, baby?” He said slightly tilting his head and you could feel all of the blood drain from your face, yet there was a warm feeling in your belly.
“You-“ a finger pointed at him, the room was spinning and now you understood all the crazy stories, but you guess no one was ever stupid enough to ask him about it.
He pointed at himself, raising his eyebrows in amusement. This was funny to him.
“Come here.” His voice commanded and your body followed. Was it against your will? You were not too sure. “Did you need something from me, baby?”
“You-“ it was merely a whisper.
“Yes?”
“You have been breaking into my house.” You let out as a breath.
“Mmm, you let me in, baby.” He reached for your hips, pulling you closer, his face pressing into your abdomen and kissing it softly over your blouse. “And I don’t need to break in, I can just appear.”
You looked down at him, his eyes were fully black. You know you should be scared, but for some reason it just made you feel aroused. This sparked amusement in him, you weren’t scared… interesting.
“May I say you taste sweeter than any other little human I’ve had.” Large hands danced down your waist to your ass. “That guy from the other night was a coward, he couldn’t even last a second when I appeared behind you.”
Goosebumps arose on your skin at the memory.
“I just wanted to watch.” He laughed mockingly. “I couldn’t believe you had let another man into your bed.”
“Well, he gave me what you couldn’t give me in these past weeks.” You say as a matter of factly. “I was getting bored of just your fingers.”
Your fingers danced over his shoulders, and he took the opportunity to sit you in his lap. It was obvious he was already hard, but you swear you could feel every vain of his cock under his pants. He quickly unzipped them and without preparation, his hand went under your skirt to find you had no panties on. Mingyu only growled as he plunged you down his cock.
“Fuck!” You whined and let your head fall back as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly.
“Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” He groaned against your collarbones, before biting down.
You felt so full. Nicely fucked and full, he had stretched you out in every way imaginable—and you were enjoying every single second of it. His large hands pulled down your blouse, letting your breasts bounce out. If you thought his eyes couldn’t get darker, you were wrong.
His mouth was quick to latch unto the hardened buds in your chest. Each suction sent electricity through your body, making you clench around his big length. He grabbed your hips to lift you up and slam you back down his cock, his mouth ravening in the sweetness of your breasts.
Mingyu’s grip was harsh on your hips and the force in which he moved you like a ragdoll was even harsher. He was overstimulating every single bundle of nerves in your body. His tongue worked magic on your nipples, making them red and swollen from the wet friction and his cock stretched you out as he glided through your warm cunt and hit your g-spot lusciously.
“Such a slutty little human, this is the best pussy I’ve had.” You should’ve snorted at that, cause it was a lie, he told everyone the same thing. But all your mouth could make out was moans of his name. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna beg for me to come back to this cunt every night.”
“Fuck, Mingyu, right there!” You moaned, feeling that sense of release approaching. “I want to cum all over your cock, please!”
“Of course you do, slut.” He smacked your ass over your skirt. “You’re gonna cum all over me and I want you to be messy. Then I will take you home and break your fucking bed from fucking you so much.”
His sharp teeth raked over the swell of your tits and that was enough to release the tension in your lower belly. A scream ripped from your throat and you felt his skin get wet. The sound of climax coating his body, chair, and floor mixed with your heavy breathing.
“Look at this mess, Seungcheol didn’t deserve this. This is only for me.” He grabbed your jaw and made you stare into the dark depths of his black eyes. “Say it. Say your pussy is only for me.” You moaned, lips so close to his.
“My pussy is yours. Only yours.” You whine out and he kissed you with force. Teeth almost breaking yours with the impact. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, not caring of the wet drooling mess falling from where your lips connected.
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Mingyu pushed past your bedroom door, he carried you while remaining deep inside you. He was indulging in everything you gave him. Your tits, your tongue, your pussy, your fingers pulling his hair. It was weird. You were weirdly addictive and this had never happened with any other human before.
“Let me down, I need your cock down my throat right now.” He does as you say, letting you think you have some control over him, and puts you down.
You strip off your clothes before guiding him to the chair by your desk. He sat down as you grinned down at him, raking your fingers down his chest.
Mingyu tried to reach up to grab your breasts but he couldn’t move. His face changed quickly, trying again, this time he tried to stand up but he was glued to the chair. You just stood before him, naked, smirking at him.
“What the fuck did you do?” He asked furiously and you only giggled while getting onto his lap.
“How does that feel, Mingyu?” You asked in a sickening sweet voice.
“What are you…” he asked, still trying to break free from whatever was holding his down. “Let me go before I kill you.”
You only laughed louder.
“Silly little incubus.” You booped his nose. “You can’t kill me. I control you now.”
Even though his eyes were lacking pupils, you could see a flash of panic in the dark of his eyes.
“Now, if we look up to the ceiling…” you grabbed his chin harshly, nails digging into his face while you pushed him to look up with you, a large group of runes painted on the ceiling above shined purple “We see that our dumb little demon didn’t realize he was fucking a witch. How does it feel to be controlled?”
“I knew you were an incubus. I just couldn’t believe you fell for the story about my cheating boyfriend and how heartbroken I was.” You pouted and mocked cried a little. “I should definitely take up on acting, did such a good job you couldn’t read the lies in my mind.”
His breathing was heavy and quick.
“Now, I don’t plan on killing such a gorgeous face. They really outdid themselves with you down there, such a pretty face.” You said, moving his head from side to side while giggling.
“What do you want?” He asked.
“The same thing you do, baby.” Your lips kissed his softly and you ground against his growing bulge—he was enjoying this. “How about this, I don’t kill you. Right? But you promise to fuck me whenever I tell you to. I think that’s a win-win situation for you.”
He laughed in disbelief.
“You’re fucking crazy.” He spat, a load groan ripping from his chest.
“And yet you are rock hard under me. I can feel you pulsing like horny loser.” You pout again. “I could also leave you bounded here, provoking you every single night. Draining you of energy slowly and painfully.” You smiled widely.
“You can’t kill me,” he said.
“Oh but I can. But we don’t want such a pretty face to go to waste.” You kissed his jaw until you reached his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, hips bucking up. You were intoxicating and now it made sense why you were so alluring to him. “Unfortunately for both of us, I think you are my soulmate, I was told a few years ago that I had a weird case of having a demon as a soulmate. My mother thought I was gonna die alone.”
Soulmate? The devil had given him a soulmate?
“Fine, but I will need to get energy from somewhere.” He bit your chin softly before you shook your head.
“If you agree, you can only sleep with me.” You smiled sweetly, mockingly. “I’ll give you enough energy so you don’t die. But you will never ever fuck any other being in the looooong years you have on Earth.” Which is forever, he knew that. For some reason that didn’t sound so bad to him, if you were his soulmate, maybe he could get used go this. He wasn’t lying when he said you had been the best fuck he’s had.
“Fine, I will do whatever you want.” He grinned and you bit down his lower lip until a metallic taste flooded your tongue.
Your teeth painted red as you smiled at him and he felt weirdly aroused at the sight. Your tongue lapped inside of his mouth sealing the pact.
And for some reason that sounded oddly nice. He was bound to your soul now, you’d be much gentler than the other dude anyway—and he couldn’t wait to fuck such a pretty little thing for eternity.
“Good job, Mingyu. You got yourself a brand new owner.”
