dokyeom finally posted after a month, and it's 20 slides— four of which are shirtless beach pics. i was growing worried for a sec bc i've never experienced him going radio silent like this. but it turns out, he was in maldives with shua all along. i really chose the perfect bias. he knows how to spoil kyeompus so much.
His aura really is too powerful and they absolutely did slay this concept!! Every member looked incredible in their teasers, 100% I agree!! The concept photos of every member genuinely took my breath away. AND THANK YOU!!! Oh my goodness!!! I literally told one of my friends that it was giving King Arthur & the fact the first concept reminded me of FTS, too 😩😵💫🫠
It was impeccable timing for their anniversary!! I hope you spent it well 🩷🩵
Plus, can we take a minute for Seokmin at the end of Thunder? His close up and the piercings had me going so insane 😭 I'm so weak for this man! - 💚
everything you said was spot on. from teasers to music video, they DELIVERED. I screamed when Seokmin's outro shot came up like, that angle? that gaze? those piercings? he knows what he's doing. Also losing my mind over his latest IG posts. He looks like a rockstar, I love that for him.
It really is sooo insane!!! We absolutely are getting so spoiled this comeback!! He really does 🫠 so dreamy!!
I'm so excited for this to drop!? And literally, DK honestly is getting hotter on the daily fr 🤭 - 💚
iktr, his aura is too powerful. they all slayed this concept. every single member looked so good in their teasers. jun, wonwoo, and minghao shined in the first concept video of dare or death, we got jaguar dokyeom back, and so many breathtaking concept photos of each member. not to mention the king arthur vibes of the photoshoot!! it reminds me of when face the sun teasers came out. except now, we have more slayable fits. and to think their anniversary is coming up too?! absolutely perfect 😩💘
uhm??!!! how am i supposed to focus on my work when he looks this good?? the wet hair? the seductive eyes? the scar? the slutty outfit? the lighting?!?!!? what the fuck!????? he's so sexy it's insane.
hii! im absolutely obsessed with your writing, oh my dayss. i absolutely lovee your seokmin mafia fic. would it be possible for you to write another mafia fic or an arranged marriage fic for seokmin x fem!reader thats super dramatic. it can include smut, fluff, angst and so on but please make it have a happy ending >.<
I'd loooove to write mafia!seok again and i really fw the arranged marriage trope. yk what hell yeah, let's do both. I'm so glad you enjoyed my writing, I really appreciate your kind words, anon, thank you!!
you get paired with your ex in a dangerous heist. things started to heat up in the getaway car.
ex-boyfriend!seokmin x reader | smut | wc: 2.9k
warnings: car sex, thigh riding, heist au, exes fucking, getaway driver!dk, possessive!dk, degradation, pet names, praises, raw sex (wrap it up!), orgasm denial, mc is a bit of a brat, toxic & red flag relationship (they're literally exes your honor)
a/n: i am NOT normal about the teaser photos. i get why the album is called happy burstday.
minors, do not proceed under the cut!!
You had no idea what you were getting into when you took the job. The gala was overwhelming. Everything was gilded and blinding. The lights sparked like diamonds, cutting into your vision. The gowns shimmered like waves kissing the moonlight. The jewels glinted. Camera flashes came down every second.
Cameras.
You slid behind a marble column, making sure you were visible enough to seem casual but safe enough from the lenses.
The tension in your chest wound tighter and tighter until your burner phone buzzed.
“Let’s talk.”
His name wasn’t saved. You didn’t have to. You didn’t need the distraction. Not from your ex. Not now.
The burner phone was for this job only. For emergencies.
Let him wait in the parking lot.
You flashed a polite smile at fellow actors. Making small talk without listening was your specialty. You needed just enough interactions to have a solid alibi. You didn’t let your gaze linger on their diamonds or designer pieces. You couldn’t afford to. The bigger fish was waiting.
The lights shifted.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” came an announcement. “Please welcome one of tonight’s ambassadors, Jeon Wonwoo.”
You joined the applause. He walked onstage with the confidence of someone who had the entire room memorized. Because he did. Wonwoo was the person who planned the logistics. It was the trigger of your plan.
You watched Joshua sweet-talk the woman beside him. You did not see them graze hands or even touch, and yet, you knew. Joshua had swiped the red diamond cuff from her.
Soonyoung walked from Joshua’s ten o’clock. Again, they did not touch from your vantage point. But you knew Joshua passed the piece to Soonyoung.
Soonyoung made a beeline to the bathroom. A few seconds later, Jun, dressed as a waiter, emerged from the bathroom and walked toward the kitchen.
Seungkwan, the jewelry expert on your team, emerged from the kitchen dressed in a sharp black uniform, clipboard in hand like a true event coordinator, and walked toward the tech room.
Chan walked out of the tech room a few seconds later. He was headed in your direction.
You started greeting the other familiar actors in your row. You unzipped your purse.
You did not make eye contact with Chan. You didn’t even touch or graze your hands. But you felt the weight of the multi-million dollar cuff in your purse.
Holy shit. This was real.
Wonwoo was closing his speech now. You silently slipped away, smiling at the guards on the way.
Your heart thumped in your chest, beating each second.
Your phone buzzed again.
“Lee Seokmin, you’re not helping.”
You saw him in the back of the building, near a vending machine. Of course, your ex-boyfriend would rather do anything than his job. His hair was messy. Silver chains adorned his neck while a grungy black sweater hugged his ripped torso. Dear god, he looked so much better than the actors in tuxedos at the gala.
You blinked and tried to focus on your task.
“Seokmin! Why haven't you started the car? I swear—”
He suddenly walked towards you and wrapped you in a hug.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
You missed his touch. You missed his arms wrapped around your waist. You missed how he buried his nose on your neck.
He smelled so good. Lavender and sage. The same as when you were both still training to become professional actors.
Before you could hug him back, he whispered, “They installed a new camera right where you’re standing. I need to give you a solid alibi.”
Only then did you notice how he maneuvered the angle of the hug so that the camera wouldn’t catch a glimpse of your purse. You couldn’t help but be impressed.
“Alright, I think that’s enough footage.”
“No, it’s not, I need to pretend to ask you first.” He stood upright and ran his hand through his hair. “So, my place tonight?”
For old time’s sake, you played your role and gestured to the building. “But the gala’s not finished yet.”
He shook his head and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, babe.”
He led you to the car, still keeping his arm around you. You wondered if the cameras were still trained on you. But Seokmin would never park in a risky area.
You sat in the passenger’s seat as he drove you out of the compound. You might as well have been on a date with how casual and relaxed he was.
Lee Seokmin was a damn sexy getaway driver. You couldn’t help but stare at his gorgeous side profile.
He used to get all shy when you stared at him. His ears would turn red and he would tell you to stop. But this Seokmin had his eyes on the road, revving up smoothly, past shady avenues and silent routes.
This Seokmin was dangerous.
“You said you wanted to talk,” you said.
“Why’d you take the job? This is not some passion project you can just dip out of any time.”
“Because I missed you,” you teased. Your tone was lighthearted. But there was so much truth in it that you felt like drowning.
Seokmin scoffed. “Yeah, sure.”
He didn't press further. It was either he didn't want to joke about it or he knew you were telling the truth.
You were both teetering on the edge of fighting. Or making out. He noticed it too.
After a few minutes, you finally saw the gas station. You handed him your purse. In just two seconds, the contents of your purse were emptied into his bag.
“Wait here,” he instructed, before getting out of the car and heading into the convenience store.
You climbed into the back seat and took off your shoes. You rummaged into the clothes prepared for you. It was obvious that Seokmin was the one who chose them. He knew the kind of clothes you were comfortable with after a stressful night.
Jihoon emerged from the store. He walked calmly as if he just bought a pack of cigarettes. You let out a breath. It meant Seokmin passed the cuff to him perfectly.
Your role in the heist was over.
As soon as Jihoon disappeared from sight, Seokmin walked towards the car.
He had his hood up. You couldn’t help but admire how the red lights of the store sign hit his smooth skin and sharp features.
His gaze landed on yours and you quickly looked away, feeling suddenly hot all over. Why the hell did he have so much effect on you?
He started the car again and you continued shedding the sparkles from your body. You undid your hair, took off your jewelry, and wiped your make-up off. All that was left was your dress.
You’d reached the zipper on your back when you felt his eyes from the rear-view mirror.
He was looking at you with those sharp, dangerous eyes. You barely suppressed a shiver. You could still feel his hands on your body all those years ago.
An idea crossed your mind.
“Where are we going again?” you asked lightly.
“Somewhere far away from the base,” Seokmin said as he swerved into a barren lane. “Everyone involved should disperse, so when an investigation occurs, they’d never find a pattern. The last thing we want is for someone to lead the feds to our base.”
“By somewhere, you mean like a hotel or an apartment? Or is it like a countryside village?” You made a show of fumbling with the dress’s zipper. “Because if it’s the latter, I would stick out like a sore thumb if I’m still wearing this dress.”
He watched you struggle for a minute before parking the car on an unlit side of the road. The city was far away now, with only a few cars driving by once in a while.
He glared at you from the mirror. “Need some help?”
You glanced away, hiding the smile forming on your lips. “Yes…please.”
He climbed towards the backseat, scooting over to reach your back. You gasped when his fingers trailed over your skin before finding the zipper.
“You're not very subtle, are you?” his voice was low, hinting at teasing. But it felt like a promise of punishment.
You looked back at him. “What are you gonna do about it?”
He glared at you, fingers frozen. Time slowed down as if it was waiting for you to take back what you said and laugh it off.
His eyes spelled out “don't test me,” in every language known to man.
You did not back down. “Said you wanted to talk, right? Talk.”
“Are you really going to act like this?”
“Like what?” you challenged.
“Like a brat begging for attention.”
You smiled. “I love it when you talk so sweetly to me. Pull it down if you're really that angry.”
Seokmin grinned as if you were the one he trapped. As if he'd planned this all along.
“I haven't even started yet.” He yanked the zipper down, letting the dress fall away in one swift motion.
The fabric bunched up on your waist. He held your lower back, guiding your hips up so he could drag the dress off of your body.
When the fabric was nothing but a pile on the car floor, he drank in your figure like it was just for him.
You were clad in only your underwear, and you'd be damned if you couldn't catch a glimpse of his strong chest.
Your hands explored his knitted top and the fitted shirt underneath, wanting to get rid of them.
Seokmin caught your wrists and held them behind your back. He manhandled you into sitting on his right thigh as he rested his back on the seat.
He clasped your hands with his left hand while he ran his other hand on the side of your face.
You shivered under his touch, not able to do anything while he had you trapped in the cramped position.
“Go ahead and show me how much you've missed me,” he demanded, almost a purr in your ear.
It was so degrading, how he sat there fully clothed, watching you with ease. While you were practically naked, hands behind your back, grinding on his thigh like a bitch in heat.
A whimper escaped your lips at the first move, the fabric of his pants grinding deliciously against your clothed clit. Seokmin noticed, raising an eyebrow at you.
He wore a shit-eating grin, clearly enjoying the sight of you. “Is that all you can do? After all that talk, making me stop the car, and move back here,... that's it?” he mocked, knowing just how much it affected you.
Instead of replying, you showed him.
You moved your hips back and forth, giving him a show, even if you couldn't move your hands. You chased your high, grinding and rubbing your pussy against his leg and never breaking eye contact.
“Let me hear your voice, babe.”
You did. It was as if you were in a trance, obeying everything he said. You opened your mouth and let the moans and pleas spill out.
“Seok…fuck—”
He flexed his thigh, giving you a harder surface to work on. The friction was delicious, stimulating your clit perfectly.
Just when you were getting closer and closer to orgasm, Seokmin held your hips and made you stop. You whined, feeling your progress ebb away.
“I was so close…”
Seokmin just smirked. “I know.”
“You're enjoying this.” You glared at him.
“I am. You're so cute when you're frustrated.”
Before you could curse him out, he unclasped your bra and trailed kisses on your chest.
“Fuck, Seokmin!”
He licked and sucked your nipple, marking your skin like it was his.
Now that your hands were free, you fumbled with his belt and unzipped his trousers.
Your hand grazed the bulge in his pants. A groan escaped from his mouth.
You worked into his pants and freed his girthy cock. Seokmin let go of your breasts with a wet kiss.
You pumped his dick with excitement. He was dripping precum, hard as a rock, and just as big as ever.
You missed this.
You missed him.
“Hmm, that's right. Show me how desperate you are.” Seokmin seemed amused at your hurried actions.
You stroked him a few times before lining up your clothed pussy against his cock.
Seokmin chuckled. “Poor baby can't do anything right on your own?”
He pulled your underwear to the side and pressed against your wet entrance.
He rubbed circles against your clit, making you cry out in pleasure.
“Seokmin, fuck me already!”
Your ex-boyfriend seemed to enjoy your frustrations. He lined up his cock and pressed just the very tip.
You wanted to sink down on it but he held your hips in place, depriving you of what you craved the most.
“Please, Seokmin…” You swore you were going to cry. He was painfully close to being inside you, and yet he was still teasing your poor cunt.
“I don't know. Do you think you deserve it?”
“Yes. Yes, please, I've been so good. Haven't caused trouble. Haven't fucked anyone else.”
At this, a switch seemed to turn inside Seokmin's head. He immediately slammed your hips down into his lap, impaling you with his long dick.
You howled in pain, lurching into his chest, cursing and choking on your own words. He reached so deep inside you, that you could feel it in the back of your throat.
He rubbed a hand against your back, waiting for your breathing to steady.
“What did you say?” his voice was dangerously low. “You mean, you haven't let anyone else fuck this tight little cunt for a year?”
Your mind was a blurry mess. You barely registered his voice. But you knew you had to answer him truthfully. “Yes. I only want you.”
You struggled to lift yourself up, feeling as if his dick was permanently embedded inside you. What a blissful way to die.
Seokmin, ever so helpful, held your hips and helped you move, inch by inch.
When you reached a few inches, he helped you move back down, guiding you to ride him slowly.
The drag of his cock was a familiar sensation, but his size always left you bruised and aching. He continued to guide you, lifting you up and dragging you back down, making you feel each vein of his girthy shaft.
Soon, the pain became an ecstatic pleasure. You started bouncing up and down, riding him like how you've been wanting to.
His praises egged you on, using your legs to fuck yourself at his length.
Seokmin latched onto your breasts again, kissing and nibbling like a starved man. His hand traveled to your clit and rubbed it quickly. Each press sent pulses of pleasure to your core, buzzing like synapses.
The sound of his tongue on your skin and cock in your pussy was incredibly lewd, echoing inside the car. The wet, sloppy cacophony of sounds was music to your ears.
Everything else fell away. It didn't matter if someone looked into the car window and saw you riding your ex. You didn't care. Nothing mattered except him.
“You're taking me so well. You could've had this earlier had you not shown me such a bad attitude,” he chided.
His power emanated like a divine aura waiting to consume you. You increased the pace, gripping his beautiful messy hair for dear life.
It wasn't long before you were close. But your legs were shaking in exhaustion.
Seokmin noticed your struggle, so he gripped your hips harder and slammed you up and down his dick with such fervor.
“Fuck, Seokmin, you're so deep.” You barely recognized your voice with how gone you sounded.
He groaned, clutching you harder. “So perfect. Only for me.”
You moaned his name, feeling your orgasm looming in. Your insides tightened. Your mind was too fogged up to register what was happening.
“Shh, I know, baby. I know. Let go for me.”
You did. Just like how you obeyed everything else.
You came all over his cock, your orgasm crashing down like vicious waves. Moans and whimpers fell out of your lips like hail.
For the first time tonight, Seokmin kissed your lips.
He continued guiding you up and down his dick before whispering against your mouth. “Where do you want it, baby?”
“Inside, please. I'm still on the pill. And I wasn't lying about only wanting you.”
“Fuck.” He sounded so resigned like he just lost a battle with himself.
With a final kiss on your lips, he pumped his load inside you, filling you up to the brim. It kept going. You swore he painted everything inside you with his cum.
When he was finished, he lifted you up, and his release leaked all over his pants and the car floor. It was such a mess, but you were too far gone to have a care in the world.
You were so close to passing out from exhaustion.
The ghost of his lips was still warm against yours. You closed your eyes, wanting time to pause—wanting all of this to go on forever.
Seokmin helped you rest your back against the chair and started cleaning you up. He started with the mess between your thighs. Your eyes were closed, but you could feel him wiping up the mess with a soft wet cloth.
He was gentle and attentive, not pressing on parts that made you whimper in pain. When he was finished wiping and cleaning you up, he helped you put on the hoodie and sweatpants. The same ones he prepared for you.
You barely felt the light kiss he placed on your forehead before he went back into the driver's seat.
The last thing that you heard was him answering an angry call from the heist’s mastermind.
The leader of the sirens, Seokmin, encountered a child of Aphrodite. He knew something was wrong when his voice did not seem to have any effect on the demigod.
Siren!Seokmin x Demigod!reader | smut (mdni!) | wc: 4.5k
warnings: pjo au, seduction, enemies to lovers, oral sex (f receiving), pet names (darling, princess), violence, curses, brief knife play, bondage, (almost) drowning, attempted murder, the gods being terrible parents, how many epic references can i fit in one fic mentions of: death, eating human hearts
a/n: this one’s for pjo and epic the musical fans. despite most mythical depictions describing sirens as half-birds, the sirens in this story resemble merfolk. think: attacca beach photoshoot.
Seokmin emerged from the depths of the water, watching a ship get closer and closer to his lair. He signaled to the other sirens to get to their positions. This was another regular night, where he and the other sirens would lure sailors out of their decks and feast upon the meal.
As the ship got closer, he saw an orange fabric dancing along the breeze. A flag of Camp Half-Blood. Seokmin chuckled. The gods will lose a ship full of their children tonight.
“I can take the suffering from you,” he began to sing, followed by layers of harmony from the other sirens.
The ship halted. Its huge hull was on full display now. Any minute, the demigods would jump. Seokmin would have a bounty.
He estimated a crew of around thirty would show up. A ship this big would have to be manned by many hands to sail across the seas. Instead, a lone figure emerged from the deck.
Seokmin sang louder, the voices of other sirens mixed in a cacophony of hypnotizing sound. The silhouette of the lone figure was small, so he swam near the bow to get a closer look. He looked up to see a demigod, wearing a shirt of the camp, hair being constantly swept by the wind.
You seemed to be around his age, much too old to still be part of the camp.
“I’ll make sure that you are safe and sound…” he continued to sing. Anytime now, you would jump.
“I have a question for you.” You spoke from the deck, voice carrying in the night breeze as if amplified. The sirens around him paused. The question was meant for the leader of the group, Seokmin.
“Get in the water and I will answer anything you ask.” Seokmin smiled, awaiting the moment your blood painted the water red.
“You will answer my question now.” Your voice had a melodic weight, resonating deep within Seokmin. His heart ached, wanting to agree. Before he could speak, he caught a glimpse of the other sirens. They were all frozen, mesmerized by your voice. Your beauty. Some kind of haze clouded the other sirens’ vision.
There was something wrong.
“And if we don’t?”
“Then you have no use for me. Go away now.” You shooed them away as if instructing children.
The other sirens immediately swam away from the ship and disappeared. Seokmin’s entire body fought with his mind. He wanted to obey, but he knew this was wrong.
“Jump in the water so I can see you,” Seokmin countered. He wouldn’t be swayed in his lair.
“You’re the only one left. How about you climb the ship and be with me?”
Seokmin’s body moved closer to the ship before he could stop himself. When his hand found the side of the bow, he stopped.
What was happening?
He swam away, looking up to get a better look into your eyes. Then it clicked. Your beauty, your grace, your voice. There was only one explanation: you were using charmspeak.
The gifted children of Aphrodite can make anyone do whatever they want. Seokmin scoffed at your boldness to use it against him, a siren. He sang again, only to be cut off by your commands.
It was a game of push and pull. The other sirens were gone now. It was up to him to defeat you. He focused on your eyes, urging you to jump. He drowned out your voice with his own.
You were strong, never once did you sway into his power. Seokmin had never met any mortal who had lasted this long.
“I know you're tired, I know you’re suffering inside,” he sang. “Get in the water and be with me.”
“Don’t you feel lonely? Come onto the ship and I’ll keep you company.” You replied as if joining him in a duet. You matched his words with so much ease.
You enticed each other like a game of tug-of-war. Charmspeak against the siren song. Demigod against a monster.
Seokmin loved every bit of it. But he knew it wouldn’t take long for you to fold. No one came out of these waters alive. No one escaped his lair with their heart still intact.
“Get in the water, darling. I promise your time will be well-spent.”
“Answer my question first, love. Then we’ll be together.”
The push-and-pull seemed to go on. Seokmin was starting to lose patience. Not just because he wanted to eat your heart out—that hunger was now overpowered by a different one. He wanted to see you up close, to study you, to drag his fingers against your skin.
If there was one thing he learned about the children of Aphrodite, it was the fact that using charmspeak can wear them down. After a long battle of wills, Seokmin could finally hear your voice waning.
He took this as an opportunity to strike. “For the last time, get in the water and I’ll give you anything you want.”
Excitement drummed against Seokmin’s chest as he watched you lose your balance.
“Come on, that’s right. You’re doing so well,” he coaxed, sultry voice carrying in the wind.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, you jumped.
He swam closer to you. It was like an offering to him alone. He felt nothing but giddy pleasure at the thought of having you for himself.
When he wrapped his arms around your drenched body, he couldn’t help but say, “Mine.”
Pretending to lose consciousness was the easy part. Trying to keep still as the siren’s nimble hands chained your feet to a rock was difficult. You had your eyes closed, so you couldn’t read his lips. Trying not to be obvious, you quickly pulled the beeswax from your right ear, just enough to hear what the siren was saying.
“I’m going to take such good care of you.”
You bit your lip to hold back a moan. His voice was mesmerizing, it took all of your strength not to respond. Back on the ship, you knew you would encounter sirens, so you put beeswax in your ears so as not to be swayed by their song. When their leader tried to lure you in, you simply read his lips to get him to answer your question. But he was much too charming, and you decided to see him up close.
Reluctantly, you opened your eyes. He was gorgeous. His features were sharp— muscular torso and huge arms. Droplets of water dripped from his black hair, cascading down his tan skin. The lower half of his body was submerged in water, making it easier for him to swim around the rock where he chained you.
Even in the night, he seemed to glow. He was much too alluring, and you were not sure if you could keep resisting him.
“Hello, princess,” he greeted when he saw your eyes open. “You were quite the trouble, you know. How did you resist the song?”
There was no use lying now. “Beeswax.”
He tucked your hair behind your left ear and removed the plug, gently grazing his skin with yours. Then he chuckled. “You’re a cunning one, aren’t you? So you’ve been reading my lips this whole time?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impressive.” He moved closer to your face and whispered, “You know I can simply sing again and kill you now that you can hear me.”
You returned the passion in his gaze. “You won’t.”
The siren raised his eyebrows. “What makes you think so?”
“Because you’re intrigued now. I have caught your attention and you will listen to me. I need your help to get to the witch’s island.”
“Aren’t you too old to fulfill missions for Camp Half-Blood?” the siren said, clearly aware that most demigods graduate from camp when they turn eighteen. You were well older than that age. “Surely, you’re not going to sacrifice your life as a servant to the gods.”
“I’m a camp counselor. The trainees are stuck on the witch’s island after their quest has gone wrong. I am simply here to collect them.”
The siren smiled. A cruel expression that sent chills down your spine. “You risked your life to ask for directions? Seriously? You could have asked that when you were in the safety of your ship. Tell me, princess, why did you jump in the water?”
You kept your mouth shut. You were too ashamed to tell the truth now that the siren had finished chaining your wrists as well. The restraints only heightened your excitement to be this close to him.
The siren did not seem to like your silence. “Be honest with me. What do you want?”
“Kiss me.” The words were out of your lips before you could stop yourself.
The siren paused. “What was that?”
“I wasn’t planning to get in the water. But you—I… uh. I got curious.”
He chuckled, “Look at you, all chained up and stammering. What happened to the powerful demigod who dared to use charmspeak against me?”
“If you’re going to kill me anyway, why don’t you kiss me? You promised.”
The siren hummed. “You’re right. I did promise to give you anything you wanted if you jumped in the water. Is one kiss enough?” A smile played on his lips.
You studied his features. He was handsome, sadistic, and powerful. But his smile was too human to be considered a monster. There was something quite familiar with him that you couldn't put a finger on.
One thing sirens and Aphrodite’s children had in common was their ability to seduce. He was speaking your language and you were speaking his. You replied, “Why don’t you find out?”
He reached out to your neck and guided your lips to his. You leaned towards him and revelled at the softness of his lips, the sweetness of his kiss. You wanted to feast on the contact. You struggled against the chains, urging him to climb the rock to join you. Before you were able to deepen the kiss, the siren pulled back.
“I’m not here to help you, princess,” he said, allowing the water to engulf his torso, deliberately making you chase after him to no avail.
“Come back here. Finish what you started.”
“You said one kiss was enough.”
“I said we’ll find out. And I decided you could do better than that.”
The challenge in your voice did not escape his notice. The siren smiled. “Alright. I can make you feel good before I carve your heart out. Unless you want me to skip the good part and start carving?”
“Don't you dare!”
He chuckled and pushed his body up with his arms. He joined you on the rock, his beautiful golden tail emerging from the water, catching the moonlight in an iridescent glow. The splash caused droplets of water to rain down on your face. You marveled at his beauty, resembling the sun. His torso towered over yours, trapping you underneath him. The sight was phenomenal.
“Tell me what you want, princess.”
You stared at his face. You had never wanted anyone so bad. “Touch me.”
“What was that?”
“Please. Touch me, please.”
He smiled. Just when you thought he was going to kiss you again, a dagger suddenly appeared in his hand.
“What are you doing?”
“Preparing my meal.” He pulled your shirt up, exposing your chest to the cold night air.
You hissed as he traced the dagger on your chest, right where your heart was. He toyed with the tip, almost enough to draw blood. You shut your eyes from the pain, but heavens above, he looked mesmerizing leaning down on you.
That was when you noticed the thread around his neck. He wore a necklace similar to yours—a Camp Half-Blood necklace. You let him play with the dagger on your skin as you wondered how he could get that necklace.
Was it from some other demigod who wandered here and ended up dead? Did he collect the tokens of his victims?
He pushed your bra aside, exposing your breasts. The blade suddenly traveled to your nipple, making you gasp at the cold sensation. He chuckled. There it was again: his bright smile.
“You like that, princess?” he teased.
It couldn't be. That smile was not a monster's smile.
It was the smile of the son of Apollo.
He was a demigod too.
“You're Lee Seokmin,” you said in awe. You were face-to-face with one of the greatest demigods alive. You only knew him by word of mouth, but you knew it was true as soon as you said it.
He was one of the heroes who left camp for a quest and never returned. You had heard stories about him from the older counselors. They would always speak of his adventures and jokes. But the one that gave it away was his beauty. His features matched their description perfectly. Except for the siren part.
His grip on the blade faltered. For a moment, you thought he was going to stop, to feel, to tell you everything. But the hurt—or was it hope?—was quickly masked by the same cold expression earlier.
“I'm glad you know what to scream now when I carve your heart out, princess.”
But you have made a crack in the walls of his soul. You could feel it. Your mother had always told you that love was a weapon. All you had to do was figure out what he loved and use it later.
For now, you would play his game. You would emerge unscathed from the seas right after you take what you want. And right now, all you wanted was him.
He dragged his cold hands from your chest to your waistband. After getting a nod from you, Seokmin pulled your shorts down. He teased you with his fingers, running them along your underwear, smirking as he did so.
You were drenched, not just because of the seawater, and he knew it too. He slid your panties down and started exploring your clit with his fingers. You moaned, enjoying the pressure he applied.
Seokmin kissed your inner thighs with a gentle groan. Your ragged breaths responded to every inch of his movements like how you used charmspeak while he sang his song. You rolled your hips, letting him know you craved more.
“Seokmin, stop teasing…”
The siren obliged and gave your folds a tentative lick. You let out a whimper. The chains clanged as you arched your back against the rock.
“More,” you pleaded.
Seokmin hummed against your folds, sending vibrations across your body. Your legs trembled when his tongue made contact with your entrance. He lapped at the slick, toying with your juices before penetrating you slowly. The drag of his tongue against your walls sent electric pulses throughout your body.
You struggled against the chain, desperately wanting to grab his hair. Moans and whimpers fell out of your mouth as he explored your insides. He gripped your legs to keep you still as he fucked you with his tongue, stimulating your walls with vigor.
“Mhm, Seokmin…” You closed your eyes and hissed. “Fuck.”
Your cries egged him on, fucking in and out of your pussy faster. His grip around your legs was stronger than the chains. The moonlight danced in your vision, haze clouding your perception of your surroundings.
When you opened your eyes, you almost screamed.
The tide was getting higher.
“Seokmin? The water’s rising.”
The siren didn't seem to mind. He continued lapping up your cunt and making you squirm with his tongue. The tide was rising to your knees.
“Seok—”
He paused to look up at you. “You’re so perfect, princess.”
Seokmin took off the chains on your ankles. You sighed in relief, finally able to move your feet. The siren grabbed your legs and placed them on his shoulders. Without a care in the world, he plunged back in. You arched your back as he went deeper.
“Seokmin!” you yelled, mortified as the tide engulfed him.
You almost forgot he could breathe in water.
The intensity did not falter, if anything, Seokmin seemed to increase his ministrations. His grip tightened around your legs, making sure you won’t be swept away by the waves.
The water level was up to your chest now. Your hands were still chained. He kept lapping up your cunt and it was driving you insane.
You were going to drown.
You were going to drown.
“Seokmin!”
With one final thrust of his tongue, you came in an intense wave. Your entire body shook from the intensity, the water crashing against your body. Tears clouded your vision as you rode your high on the siren's face. Seokmin continued stimulating your cunt until you swore you'd pass out from pleasure.
Finally, he emerged from the water, letting you see his beautiful, soaked face. But now that his grip left your legs, you floated upwards, allowing you to catch deeper breaths. But your wrists were still chained to the rock. If he did not release you, you'd drown.
The water kept rising.
The sea engulfed your face in each wave. “Let. Me. Go,” you spat out.
As if he didn't just fuck you with his tongue, Seokmin feigned innocence. “Is that how you ask nicely?”
You would have slapped him if you weren't fighting for your life, kicking against the chains underwater. “Let me go!”
Seokmin smiled. The same cruel expression he gave you when he almost cut your heart out. “Wanna know why I became a siren?”
Dear gods. You were dying and he wanted to talk about his lore?
“No!”
“I'll tell you anyway.” He swam around you, revelling in your struggle.
“Your mother cursed me,” he said simply. “She used to favor me back at camp. But as I grew up, that favor turned to envy. They told me I had a mission across the sea. Then I transformed. And now, here I am.”
The siren was dangerously close to you now. You could see the glittering beauty marks on his face. He brought a hand to your temple and stroked your hair. He continued, “Oh, how I longed for this. What better way to get revenge than by killing her daughter right after she came on my tongue?”
Your breath hitched. Was this his plan all along?
He laughed at your distraught. “Don’t worry, you were quite the fighter. You didn't fall for my trap that easily. You are impressive.”
“Seokmin!”
“It's your fault for getting in the water.”
The tide was painfully close to your eyes and nose. “Stop this!”
“Consider this as my goodbye.”
You still needed to get to the island. You still needed his help.
“Love is a weapon,” your mother had said in a dream.
What could a siren possibly love?
Decapitation?
Human flesh?
He must've loved something— anything. You didn't know anything about him except for his sibling’s stories at camp. This was your last chance.
“Your brother, Chan, he runs Cabin 7 now.”
You noticed his gaze shake. You did not use charmspeak. But he fell quiet, as if in a trance.
“Chan was too young when you left camp, but he always talked about you,” you continued. “He's taller than the others now. He leads archery lessons.”
The siren did not say anything.
“He misses you.”
Seokmin suddenly swam down, leaving you all alone in the open sea. Your heart pounded, afraid he just left you for good. Just when you thought you were going to die, the pressure in your wrists ebbed away.
The chains fell at once, and you were free. Your entire body floated on the surface of the water. The lightness of your body echoed the lightness in your heart.
Seokmin resurfaced again. “Tell me what you need to do.”
For once, you saw the boy he once was. Your heart suddenly ached. It ached so bad.
“Let me take the suffering from you. Help me get to the witch’s island and we’ll figure this out.”
The sun was just beginning to rise when you finally spotted the island. At the bow, Seokmin swam alongside the ship, his golden tail glinting with every stroke in the growing light. You manned the helm, excitement thrumming through your veins. This time, you weren’t alone.
When the waters grew too shallow for the ship, you clambered down into a small lifeboat. Seokmin stayed in the sea, gliding easily beside you, guiding the way. He pushed the boat closer to shore until the white sands brushed against the hull.
The island stretched out before you. You marveled at the lush greenery, vivid flowers, and the sweet scent of blossoms. It was paradise.
"Thank you for your help," you said, leaning down to kiss Seokmin’s cheek.
He smiled wistfully before diving beneath the waves, his shimmering tail disappearing into the depths. You stood alone, heart pounding, and steeled yourself.
The witch’s palace was not difficult to find. It rose from the thicket. It was a grand, gleaming place with nymphs tending to the gardens.
The witch welcomed you with disarming warmth. She coaxed you to a feast laid out on a long table. It was a tempting splendor. But you refused, knowing it was a trap. The sheer perfection of the food gave it away. You immediately suspected the poison that it possessed.
“Where are they?” you demanded.
Seeing she couldn’t sway you, the witch lazily pointed toward the door.
You followed her gaze.
Pigs. Two small pigs sat on the threshold.
Dear gods. She had turned Hermes’s kids into pigs.
They had been part of a larger quest group, one that ended in disaster. Most of the others had made it home. But not these two. These two were left behind, cursed into a fate they hadn't earned.
"Well?" you said. "Undo it. Now."
The witch chuckled. She gestured to a brewing cauldron in her kitchen. “Follow me first.”
You reluctantly obeyed, weary that it was another trap.
The witch cocked her head to the simmering brew. “Look into the mixture. This was before you first set foot in camp.”
At first, you couldn’t see anything. And then, the haze cleared and shapes emerged and morphed into two tall beings. Their muffled voices suddenly became clearer.
It was Aphrodite and Apollo locked in a furious argument.
"I will teach him a lesson," Aphrodite said coldly. "Everyone who falls for him will die. Their hearts will give out."
Your stomach twisted. Was she speaking about Seokmin?
"Until when?" Apollo asked.
"Until he wins back my favor."
Apollo’s voice lowered. "I may not stop you... but I won't let the others suffer for your jealousy. I’ll make him a siren. Let him rule the seas instead of breaking hearts at camp."
Before you could hear Aphrodite's reply, the vision faded into blackness.
You drew back from the cauldron, shaken.
It had been Apollo. His father had turned Seokmin into a siren.
You faced the witch. "Can you change him back?"
The witch smiled. “The potion won’t reverse the curse completely. But the potion will give him control. To walk on land when he wishes, to swim freely in any waters."
"I’ll take it," you said immediately.
"Not so fast," she said, voice sickly sweet. "I will give you only one bottle. You must choose. Free the pigs... or the siren."
You froze.
You had promised Seokmin you would ease his suffering. You had promised.
But when you turned toward the door, the pigs sat there, staring at you with wide, human eyes. They were seventeen. They would have graduated from camp soon. You were here to save them.
You clenched your fists to stop them from shaking.
"I choose the kids," you said quietly. "They need to go home."
You were walking along the beach with the Hermes kids at your side when you saw him — Seokmin, waiting by the shore.
One of the boys nudged you and held out a small vial. The potion.
"But I thought she only gave us one bottle," you said, staring at it in disbelief.
The boy laughed. "Yeah, and we’re from Cabin 11."
Of course. Hermes was the god of thieves.
"You didn’t—"
"We did," he said with a mischievous grin. "Go on. Give it to him."
Seokmin watched you from the waters, his golden tail catching the light. You and the Hermes kids climbed into the lifeboat. They waved excitedly at him, shouting greetings as he pushed the small vessel toward open waters, laughing along with them.
As he swam, you told him about the vision — about Apollo, about Aphrodite, about how it had all come to be.
When the island finally disappeared and your ship came into view, the Hermes kids clambered aboard, leaving you behind with Seokmin, who floated by the side of the lifeboat.
You held out the vial.
"Drink this," you said, voice trembling. "Come back home with us."
Seokmin shook his head, smiling sadly. "No. If the vision was true, then being a siren wasn’t the curse. Aphrodite cursed me so that everyone I love would be hurt. If I go with you... I’ll just end up hurting more people."
"We’ll figure it out," you insisted. "You just saved those demigods. You’re more than what she made you."
"I know." His voice cracked. "But this is who I have to be. It’s safer if I stay away."
Tears blurred your vision. "If you don't drink this potion," you cried, "then I’ll find a way to breathe underwater and stay with you."
He choked back a sob. In one swift movement, he reached up, cradled your face, and kissed you.
The kiss was desperate, full of years and years of suffering—of longing.
And then, a voice echoed across the water.
It was soft and commanding. You could never mistake that voice. It was her.
"Drink it, Seokmin,” she said.
You whipped your head around, heart hammering. "Mom?"
The waves shimmered as if the goddess herself were woven into the tide.
"I’m lifting the curse," Aphrodite said. "Drink the potion, Seokmin... and go home."
Seokmin’s hands trembled as he uncorked the vial. For a moment, he stared at it. You saw the fragility in his eyes.
Then, he drank.
A golden light bloomed around him, wrapping his body in a soft sheen. His tail, shimmering gold, began to ripple and change. Scales melted into the skin. Fins became feet. When the glow faded, he floated in the water, dazed.
“Seokmin!”
He wore only a thin white linen shirt and simple pants. His shirt was damp and translucent against his skin, hugging his bulky frame.
You gasped as he struggled, unfamiliar with human legs again. Quickly, you reached out a hand. Seokmin caught it. With a small grunt, he pulled himself up into the lifeboat, stumbling and half-falling into you. You laughed through your tears as you caught him against your chest.
He was warm. Solid. Human.
You swallowed against the lump in your throat, holding him as tightly as you could. Deep down, you knew she had done it for you. Because you had chosen love, again and again.
The Fates have decreed that you, the goddess of chaos, will be paired with the sun god. Yet he would rather spend his time with mortals.
Apollo!Seokmin x Eris!reader | smut (mdni!) | wc: 3.1k
warnings: greek mythology au, arranged marriage, blasphemy, p in v sex, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), pet names (darling, love), serpents, violence mentions of: death and war
Seokmin found the poet beneath a tree. She was a mortal who liked to offer food in his name—rather, one of his names—Apollo. It was not the first time the sun god had seen her, for her father had been his devoted believer decades before her birth. They hailed from a long line of royal blood, poetry being their medium of art. Seokmin liked to think of them as his children.
“Lost for words, are we?”
The mortal flinched in shock, fumbling with her quill and parchment. “My lord, I—I wish to pen my thoughts, but I cannot grasp them.”
Seokmin sat down. In his human form, he felt at peace. He took in the ground beneath him, the humming of birds, the orange sky. For a moment, he pretended to be someone other than a god—someone real. “Why are you trying to grasp them? Words are not in the air; they are within you. Listen.”
“I am listening, my lord. And I hear no—”
“Not with your ears. You need to listen with your soul. For whom do you write?”
The mortal was taken aback. She should have known she could not hide from a god. “My…my lover. He is at sea. I pray you do not tell my father, my lord.”
“Worry not, for I do not plan to speak to your father. So tell me, what do you feel for this lover?”
“I fear for him. I fear we may not meet again. With the threat of war at this very moment, our first conversation may have been our last.”
Seokmin studied her. He had met countless poets throughout the centuries. He understood what transpired in a writer’s mind: hearts too full of words that could not be contained in one body but would spill only after pondering in tranquility. Moments like this made his heart swell.
“Fear. Longing. That was your soul speaking. I believe the words have been found.” He placed the pen in her hand and gave her a reassuring nod. He watched the words flow, ink swirling easily on the parchment. The god’s presence helped her write lines with a bittersweet smile.
“The last it was spoken aloud
Was at my funeral pyre,
Torn from your heart, loosed through your throat,
As sweet as the first.”
Humans were starting to climb up on the long list of things Seokmin admired on Earth.
A cannon shattered the air. The ground beneath him trembled as the air-splitting boom sent the birds fleeing. Battle cries from afar reverberated.
Seokmin knew it was time to depart. Time to meet a raging beauty awaiting him on Mount Olympus—the goddess who would rather send battleships and a battalion of soldiers than a proper invitation. His betrothed, as decreed by the Fates.
Looking up into the sky, he sighed. “I am on my way, Eris.”
Despite what his devotees believed, Seokmin did not enjoy being in Olympus.
The air was filled with ambrosia and a sickening aura of divinity. He stood by the colonnade as gods paraded their immortality. He could still hear the echoes of the mortal battle when his eyes landed on yours. You wore a mauve dress, standing out amongst the sea of white chitones. You walked toward him, a teasing smile on your crimson lips.
To anyone else, your smile could have been the result of ambrosia. But Seokmin knew it was because of the bloodshed you had instigated.
“Darling,” your words hit his ears like glass shards on flesh. “Took you long enough. Did you like what I did to those mortals? Consider it my gift to you.”
His face was masked with irritation. “You mean butchering my devotees? Have you not considered, perhaps, that it is better to look after them than to slaughter them?”
You tilted your head and laughed. “Look after? Who are you speaking to, Hestia?” You closed the distance, footsteps echoing on the marble. “I am the goddess of discord, my dear. I am simply doing what I must. It’s not as if you are any better than me. How would you gift a lover? With medicine? A plague?”
Poetry.
He could not say it. He did not need to, you could read him so easily. Poetry had always been his way of loving. It was not just emotions translated into words. It was crafted with time. That was why poets died chasing the perfect words. Because poetry was not just about spilling feelings but pondering them over time. It was why trees provided shade. It was why the sun woke and slept, to give time for the perfect poetry.
Whenever you spoke, he could not define the warmth in his heart nor the ichor in his system, gyrating to the sound of your silk of a voice. When you moved, he could not recall even the simplest of words. You were so free.
He could not write about you. You were beyond words. Beyond prose. You were already poetry itself. Maybe that was why he chose to be with humans. They did not confuse him as much as you did. They did not move him as much as you.
He should stop staring at your lips. He should stop thinking about what they would feel like against his skin. He should stop thinking about the fabric of your dress against his palms. You were not for him, no matter what the gods said.
Hera’s voice still echoed in his head, pleased with the arrangement. “The Fates have willed it. The sun god is to be paired with the goddess of discord.”
Even though he could spend eons admiring your very being, he still would not accept being married to you. “Why did you attack those civilians?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Which civilians?”
Of course. You have always been good at doing several tasks at once. It made no sense to him why you'd do such things. Were you jealous? He shook himself. Jealousy was for lovers. This was different. It had to be.
“You knew I was helping my patron.”
“No, you were cuddling up to her. I only reminded you of your commitment.”
“You reminded me? A reminder arrives in words, not with a loose cannon on an innocent village.”
You merely shrugged. Seokmin was beyond petty human emotions, yet anger bubbled in his throat. How could someone be so vile? You walked closer until you were face to face with him.
“Tell me, dear. When her lover sees her rotting flesh and kills every man before dying by his own sword, will he die with her name on his lips? Will he see her face in his mind? That would be poetic, wouldn’t it?”
“No, that would be a tragedy. You canno—”
One thing about Seokmin was how he did not like being cut off in an argument. One thing about you was how you loved doing just that. Seokmin cursed as you vanished into thin air without a final retort.
As the god of prophecy, he knew where you went. But as your unwilling partner in marriage, he wished he hadn’t.
He didn't think he'd be back on mortal land so soon, but here he was inside the oracle's cave. This cave used to be a place of divine miracles. A place where kings and queens sacrificed their wealth for his wisdom. Now, with his oracle dead from the war, the cave became a forgotten temple for the sun god.
He felt your presence in the oracle's cave the moment you disappeared in front of him on Mount Olympus. The gods were tethered to the places where people worshipped them, or in this case, used to worship him. His oracle was dead but his power was stronger in this cave.
“You must be kidding me.” The words left his mouth before he even realized what was approaching.
Of course, you did not lead him to his own domain without preparing a surprise. Several pythons from each direction slithered their way to Seokmin, backing him deeper into the cave. Each serpent was twice thicker than his arms and moved with urgency. With hunger.
Pythons sat at the bottom of things he admired on Earth.
Seokmin should have summoned a weapon instinctively, yet something in him was curious to know what you had planned. Were you going to kill him? He doubted that. Were you going to let these pythons have a snack of his flesh? Knowing you, he couldn't doubt that.
“Eris?” He called for you as he walked backwards, eyeing each serpent. “Face me this instant. You are in my oracle's cave. You will not win a fight against me.”
Your laugh echoed in the cave, making you sound like you were everywhere, surrounding him like the pythons. “Oh honey, who said I am here to fight you? No. This is your punishment.”
“For what?” Seokmin asked, hissing when one of the serpents wrapped around his leg. You were pulling his strings taut. Slowly pushing him to the edge.
Seokmin counted in his head. Any moment now. “For what?” he repeated.
“For rejecting the marriage, what else for? Why do you not wish to marry me? The Fates have decreed we were made for each other.”
A bitter laugh bursted from Seokmin's chest as two other pythons wrapped around his other leg, constricting him in place. “The Fates are wrong. We will tear each other apart. We are too different. You are much too cruel for me. You hurt the humans I care about.”
“Since when did a god like you care about humans?”
“Since when did a goddess like you decide getting married was a good idea? You have to stop acting like the Fates paired us up because we are lovers, they just wanted someone to make sure you stop causing trouble.”
Flash in your eye could be mistaken for hurt, but it was gone in a blink of an eye.
The pythons are wrapping around his limbs now.
“Is that so? You think I'm not worth your time? Or are you just scared? I must leave you here and tell the Fates to find someone else who could tame me.”
Seokmin didn't know if it was the thought of you leaving him alone with the pythons or you finding another god to marry, but he decided he did not like what you said.
Someone else who could tame you?
There was no man or god who could.
Like a final thread that snapped, he summoned his spear. A radiating beam of light illuminated the entire cave as his fingers curled around the weapon. Without hesitation, he attacked the pythons. The serpents shrieked and coiled, retaliating each strike.
More serpents emerged from the depths of the cave. He could see you on his peripheral, sitting on a chair carved from rock, mauve dress parted just enough to show off your crossed legs.
Seokmin cursed. You really were here to punish him. He slammed his spear into the heads of each python. This was his domain, the divine energy coursing through his spear ignited a bright glow, incinerating flesh with each stab.
This was playtime. Soon, the last of the serpents lay withered and dead on the cave floor. Streaks of soot and blood covered the walls. Seokmin sighed and turned to you.
You were wearing a smirk, pleased with the bloodshed. Seokmin watched as your eyes trained the muscles in his arms. The veins in his hand as he held the bloody spear. He stood there, amused, as you examined his chest and body from the other side of the cave.
The silence dragged on for so long. He had enough.
This was the wrath of the sun god.
He walked towards you and grabbed your arm. Seokmin expected some kind of protest, but the smile on your lips made him think you'd plan this all along: to get him worked up and pissed off.
He dragged you to a deeper part of the cave, an alcove with a table for offerings. It was long since abandoned now, so the table laid bare and empty. Seokmin knew exactly what offering he'd prefer here.
“Now tell me, dear.” Seokmin's voice was low, exhausted from the fight. “What did you say about finding someone else who could tame you?”
He saw the challenge in your eyes before he heard it. “Why does it matter? Can you?”
He smashed his lips against yours, hands gripping your hips as he lifted you onto the table. His palms dragged under your dress and up to your bare thigh.
You never backed down from a fight. The battlefield was your home. This was your territory. As you bit his lip, Seokmin realized the pythons were the least of his worries. He could very well be trapped forever with you.
It only took seconds before both of you were rid of robes. Seokmin trailed his tongue on every inch of your body. His big hands opened your thighs, revealing divine juices that he could drink all day.
Here, in the place where people praised him, Seokmin went down on his knees to worship you instead. He dragged his long tongue on your cunt, drinking in the ambrosia like a starved mortal man.
Your quick breaths and moans were the most lovely worship songs he'd ever heard. The cave provided such divine acoustics that his cock could no longer take a second more without feeling you.
He stood up, reveled in the sight of you, and lined up his girth on your awaiting entrance.
“Tell me why you want to marry me.” Seokmin lightly dragged his shaft along your folds, but not quite entering.
You lifted your hips, desperate to feel him. But he placed a firm hand on your abdomen. He really was serious about taming you.
Seokmin spoke again, “Answer me.”
“Because I've wanted you for so long. Please. Just let me take it.”
“That's not the real answer.” Seokmin moved away from your aching core. You whined in return.
“Because you're so much better than me.” You rolled your hips, desperate to feel his dick again. “You fulfill your duties with ease. You love the ones who worship you, you accept the ones who don't. You're just so beautiful and perfect. I've always wanted to be with you.”
Seokmin hummed, finally satisfied with the answer. He inserted his throbbing dick and slid home. You both moaned at the sensation. He reached so far up your insides that a bulge formed in your stomach. Seokmin couldn't help himself. He leaned down to place his lips on yours as he rapidly fucked you.
All of his frustrations with the marriage, the war, and the pythons, were funneled into each thrust. He watched as you writhe and mumble nonsense. The table creaked and the cave rumbled with the intensity of Seokmin's ministrations.
The sun god was insatiable. He kept thrusting, basking on the sight of you completely ruined. Yesterday, you couldn't be more different from one another, arguing about the arrangement. But now, here you were, letting him fuck you raw and hard. He leaned down to collect the saliva from your parted lips and kissed you. His hands held you steady as he ravaged your body.
He treated you like you were an offering to his altar. He savored your cries. He fucked you like he owned you. This was devotion.
It did not take long for both of you to cum. Seokmin buried his cock so deep inside you it brought tears to your eyes. He bit down on your shoulders as he pumped his seed inside, turning you on even more.
Whatever had happened in the cave was kept between the two of you. It had been weeks since you last saw Seokmin. You sighed. Of course. All of the things he’d said during sex was only that: talks of sweet pleasures. It did not seem like he actually meant any of it. You barely saw him on Mount Olympus. He must have spent his time with the mortals, as always.
It was as if he had forgotten what happened. You’d be lying if you said it did not hurt. Your mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Seokmin that causing disputes and starting fights had barely crossed your mind. It wasn't until you met the Fates again that you remembered who you were.
The three ancient sisters were wrapped in fabric, holding the thread of life. They barely looked at you when they began the insults. They spooled, measured, and cut the thread as they spoke about the conflicts you would incite, the wars you would start, and the amount of blood—god and human—on your hands. You would cause the greatest tragedies in the future. You would destroy kingdoms and families. It was your destiny.
“That’s not what I must hear,” you tried, desperate to hear about your arrangement. Were you going to marry Seokmin? Or was that picture out of the thread of your life already?
The Fates blabbered on, speaking about destruction. “...Insolent whelp, always stirring trouble—”
“Do not speak of my wife like that.”
You whipped your head to the side and saw Seokmin. A glorious warmth emanating from his toned body. He wore golden robes that showed off his chest and huge arms. He wore a serious expression, not unlike the one he had while he was fighting the pythons. You barely registered his words. Did he just call you his wife? In front of the Fates?
The three sisters merely raised an eyebrow before they were gone.
You turned to him. you were angry again. “I thought you’d changed your mind?”
“I did.”
You swallowed a lump in your throat. Of course.
Seokmin continued, “I did not want to get married at first. But after the time we had in the cave, I finally saw you as you are. So I changed my mind and decided to go with the arrangement. I’ve been preparing for the wedding.”
You studied his eyes, twinkling and full of hope. He was the exact opposite of you. “But the Eris you hate is still me. The one who destroyed those mortal villages is me. Stirring trouble is my purpose. I’m a hurricane. What good is a hurricane for a bride?”
“I am the god of plague. You think I’m afraid of a storm? You can be who you are, do what you always do, be it destroying cities or stirring up a fight in the Olympus. You can be chaos while still being loved by me. Wish you‘d grant me that honor.”
No poet could describe the warmth that danced between the two of you as you exchanged smiles. You wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in the dip of his collarbone, drinking in the scent. He smelled like home.
He would be known as the god who got caught in a hurricane and stayed. Stayed for the chaos, for the beauty, for the poetry.
Right here, between your arms, Seokmin finally found the meaning. Love was staying with a person till the final time they call out his name. He knew that he'd stay with you.
Being Seokmin's sub meant you always had to be ready for him. It had been a rough week, both of you busy with hectic schedules. So when you finally had an entire weekend to sleep in and stay at home, he spent every minute making sure you were getting what you deserved.
You were practically naked all the time, your pussy in full view for Seokmin to slap and play with whenever he wanted to. It was a game, and his attention was your favorite prize. You'd be in the kitchen one second, and in the next, you were being led to the bedroom with his hand on your waist.
As soon as your lips had locked with his, greedy hands ran between your legs. His fingers stretched your folds. He sat you on his lap, your back pressed against his chest. Your legs were spread as you moaned his name.
"Look at the mirror, princess." His eyes met yours in the mirror across the room. You whimpered at the sight. His fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, face debauched and completely falling apart. He was steady behind you, eyes focused as he toyed with your neck with his teeth.
You could feel the hardness of his clothed cock against your ass. Your cunt ached to be stretched out by him. Gripping the sheets, you pleaded. Just like how he taught you.
"Minnie, fuck me please."
"I won't let you taste this dick unless you come on my fingers."
You whined, craving for his dick and wanting to reach your orgasm at the same time. With several more hard thrusts, his other hand working circles around your clit, and the image of him in the mirror biting the curve of your neck, you screamed as you convulsed in pleasure.
It wasn't long before he was already placing your head on the pillow. You lay on your back while he unbuckled his belt and pulled his hard cock out. The sight of his veiny hands around his length made your mind dizzy.
"Ready for me, baby?"
"Yes. Please, give it to me. Use me all you want." You told him exactly what you wanted, knowing you'd be rewarded if you were vocal.
Seokmin spread your legs and pumped his dick, its tip leaking beads of precum. He aligned his length with your entrance. This was your favorite part. He stretched you so good, muttering praises that only made you more needy.
Once he was deep inside you, he started fucking your pussy hard and fast. Your nails dug at his back as you cried out. His length was brutally slamming against your insides, pulling short, desperate gasps out of you. Being underneath him was heaven.
"Fuck, I trained you so well." Seokmin's voice was deep, his breath fanning on your ear. It sent shivers down your spine. "Look at you. So good for me."
Your mind reeled at the praise. He treated you like princess and fucked your brains out like you were nothing but a toy. Moans filled the room as he rammed his dick inside you harder.
"Ah! Seokmin, please..."
"What?" He pressed your lower stomach, making you stay still and take his cock. "Is my princess close?"
Haze clouded your vision. His strong arm on your stomach and huge dick inside your cunt was too much for you to handle. "Yes, Minnie. Let me cum."
"You think you deserve it?" Seokmin raised his eyebrow, hips moving at an erratic pace.
"Yes, I've been so good," you pleaded.
"Alright, baby. Come for me."
It was all it took for your orgasm to hit. Seokmin could simply command it and your insides would listen, ready to serve him. Your entire body shook as he fucked you through your high. His thrusts were deep and it slowed when you clenched around his dick. When he was close, he pulled out just in time to coat your stomach with spurts of his cum.
You stared at the perfection that was Seokmin on top of you. His mouth hung open, completely satisfied with his work on your stomach. Your pussy ached, clenching around nothing.
He collapsed at your side, his arm wrapping around your chest. The steady, dominant Seokmin was gone, only a sweet, insatiable lover. He peppered your face with kisses, squeezing and pulling at your tits, uncaring of the mess he made on your stomach.
When the royal court announced they would be accepting a new member into the bloodspire—the elite order of mages sworn to protect the throne—chaos stirred across the kingdom. With former bloodspire Mingyu defecting to Prince Seungcheol’s side and vanishing into the territory of the dark mages, a seat stood empty.
Hundreds lined up, each willing to fight for the honor of becoming the seventh bloodspire. And now, standing among them, was a son of servants, Junhui.
Hello, it's been a while since I've posted here, but that doesn't mean I stopped writing. Here are two of my most recent works that you may find on AO3.
➣ Thieves and Trinkets - Seokmin/Soonyoung | Fluff | 7.6k words
This is probably my most tender and wholesome work yet.
Seokmin, a thief who wasn't very good at his job, found himself pretending to be a clock repairman just to impress a very tired, very sleepy Soonyoung.
It was just another cold night at 17th Cricket Lane, but the two boys inside the trinket shop wasn't so bad of a pair after all.
➣ The Seventh Bloodspire - Minghao/Junhui | Royal Mage AU | ongoing series
Mages? Yearning? You know what hell yeah.
When the royal court announced they would be accepting a new member into the bloodspire—the elite order of mages sworn to protect the throne—chaos stirred across the kingdom. With former bloodspire Mingyu defecting to Prince Seungcheol’s side and vanishing into the territory of the dark mages, a seat stood empty.
Hundreds lined up, each willing to fight for the honor of becoming the seventh bloodspire. And now, standing among them, was a son of servants, Junhui.
