tags + warnings: 18+ mdni, huge!yunho x small!reader, size kink, breeding kink, short drabble
synopsis: yunho’s huge, everything about him is huge, and it’s all fun and games until -
a/n: really think yunho would do this tbh, making you feel small and helpless as you take him so well :((
messy bangs and sweat dripping down his forehead, he attempted to breach your entrance. you gasped “s’big…nnnngh…too big” His red veiny tip was barely through your folds and you were already blabbering incoherently, nails digging into his back. as if it wasn’t enough, he grabbed your thighs and hooked it over his shoulder, setting you up in a mating press, trapping you in the sheets. now there’s no escape. “shhh..you can take this princess c’mon”. He pressed a gentle and light kiss on your forehead, “it’s gonna fit. I’ll make it fit.” he whispers, wrapping his left hand around your tiny waist, hands so huge that it covered the majority of your waistline. he put his right hand on your mouth, and in one snap, he sinks his entire length into your heat. you let out a muffled scream, eyes rolling backwards, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You swear you felt your walls tear from the stretch. “s-so mean..yunho meanie….nnnngh..hurts” he smiles innocently at your broken words “but I made it fit princess” he takes your left hand that was helplessly gripping the sheets, and placed it on top of your belly, and that’s when you felt it. a bulge in your stomach. his huge bulge. he lets out a groan of relief, burying his low moans against the crook of your neck. “m’gonna breed you so full, so so full.”
NSFW BLOG | MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
pairing: san x afab!reader | yunho x afab!reader (separate couples)
rating: 18+
word count: 0.9k
content/warnings: period sex, unprotected sex, pet names (pretty, baby, love), blood...eating?? (that's a bit dramatic. its a lick. it's yunho), yunho has a bit of a kink for this, ok? 💀
if you just wanna read about soft period sex you can just read san's 💀
notes: @ateez-main-yapper and i talked about this at length about a month ago and i finally decided to write about it 😭
ALSO i might make a series out of this format so if you have any ideas for [member] vs [member] in regard to different kinks or whatever please let me know!! 💗
San is completely down to fuck you when you’re on your period.
He hates to see his baby in pain, and if he knows he has the ability to make you feel better, you better believe he’s gonna do it.
He’ll see you on the couch all mopey and sad and in pain, so he’ll crouch down to your level and kiss you on the forehead. “You doing alright, love.” And when you shake your head, he frowns a little. “Can i do anything to help?”
He’s apprehensive at first, not wanting you to feel like he’s pressuring you if you’re really not in the mood. But you just groan, “Sannie, everything hurts…” and he notices your breath catch slightly when he brushes your thigh with his fingers.
And when he suggests what he suspects is on both of your minds, you just look up at him with big eyes, “You’d be okay with that?”
He kisses your knuckles, “Of course. If it’ll make you feel better, I’d do anything.”
First, he’ll lead you to the bathroom and tell you to shower while he gets everything ready.
And he is so fucking serious about this. He grabs a couple of towels, and makes sure there’s a fresh set of sheets in the wash so he can change them when you’re done. He checks the room temperature so that it isn’t too warm or too cold. He turns the lights down so there’s only a soft glow in the room. And he even lights a candle on the nightstand.
Ahen you’re finished with your shower he wraps you in his arms and leads you to the bed. Laying you down on one of the new fluffy towels he bought specifically for this occasion so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable on a scratchy old towel (and he’ll buy new ones once these lose their softness).
He’s so soft and gentle with you, too. Kissing every inch of your neck and chest. And he’ll reach up and grab your hand and hold it, rubbing your knuckles as he kisses your thighs.
When he feels like you’re ready, he’ll crawl back over you, “Condom?”
And he nearly melts when you shake your head and wrap your arms around his neck, “If it’s okay with you?”
He’ll just smile and kiss you softly, “Anything for my baby.”
And it’s like heaven when he sinks into you. Feeling your warm walls wrap around his cock. His thrusts are slow and steady, making sure he hits the right spot over time. His lips never leave yours as he fucks you so good. His hands secure your hips as your fingers tangle in his hair.
Everything so warm and soft and gentle.
Yunho is absolutely down to fuck you when you’re on your period.
Just the thought of your squirming under him as he fucks the life out of your hot, bloody cunt makes his head spin.
He’ll see you doubled over in pain at the kitchen counter. Bent over and groaning at the discomfort. And he’ll try so fucking hard to be normal about it. Rubbing your back and asking if you’re okay.
But he can’t. He can’t fucking do it. Seeing your ass stuck out at a perfect height for him to just grab and have his way with is so tempting. So he’ll come up behind you and grab your hips, pressing himself directly into your ass.
And he’s not a monster so he’ll lean down to your ear and ask, “Is everything alright, pretty?”
He helps you stand up straight and wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You shake your head and lean back into his chest, “Yuyu…” you whine his name and he swears he’s gonna lose it, “Everything hurts.”
“Oh my baby,” he coos and slides his hand from your waist to between your legs where he can cup your pussy, “Will you let me help you?” And he swears he feels you grind into his hand. “Yuyu’s gonna make you feel so much better, ok baby?”
And he leads you to the bedroom and lays you down on the sheets. He’ll never bother with towels because he thinks they’re uncomfortable and he can just wash the sheets later. But when you’re naked under him he doesn’t have any control left in him.
He’ll run his hands over your hips and thighs, squeezing them in his hands, “Baby?”
“Yes?” And you look up at him with those teary, needy eyes.
“Can I fuck this pretty pussy raw?” He’ll run his pointer and middle fingers through your folds just to show you how good the skin-on-skin contact feels. And you shiver when he presses the tips of his fingers into you, “You like that?”
You nod, reaching up to grab his shoulder, “Please…”
“Ok, pretty,” He takes his fingers away from your folds and towards his lips, maintaining your eye contact as he licks the blood from his fingertips. He smirks down at you before removing his fingers and leaning down over you to kiss you so needily.
And he takes his sweet time, running the tip of his cock through your folds, watching how the head comes out red every time he teases your pretty pulsing cunt. Mesmerized by how easy it is for him to slide into you. Letting your blood coat the entirety of his cock when he sinks all the way in, the wetness of it driving him insane.
Everything so raw and needy.
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Haphazardly leaving your little toy in Sylus's room after your playtime wasn't part of the plan.
The good news is that the vibrator was in Sylus’s room.
The bad news is that the vibrator is currently in Sylus’s hands.
genre/warnings: smut, pwp, vibrator play x mirror sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, sylus teasing the everloving shit out of you, breeding kink, (light) choking, dacryphilia, shit load of orgasms
w/c: 2.1k
a/n: shout out to the loml @rafsfishstick for helping me out with this and also giving me this fuck ass idea. Now y'all gna suffer with ME. you're welcome 🩷
Shit, shit, shit. Where is it?!
You've been flipping your whole bedroom upside down over an important missing device. You swore you kept it in the drawers of your room, or at least, you thought you did.
Unfortunately, it went over your head that staying with Sylus for extended periods had you getting very comfortable with leaving your belongings around.
Including your vibrator.
Well, Sylus didn't need to know about it.
In your defense, it was lonely in the mansion without him. And when you did miss him while he was gone, you'd sneak into his room (not that he minded), lie on his bed and let his scent just engulf you completely.
Well, you had your needs too.
And usually you'd just keep your vibrator in your room within the mansion.
And unfortunately for you, this was not one of your usual times.
When the realisation hit you that you in fact did absentmindedly stash your toy hastily in one of his drawers during one of the nights when he told you he'd be away from town for a while, you bolted to his room, hoping, praying, that Sylus hadn't reached his chambers before you did.
The good news is that the vibrator was indeed in Sylus’s room.
The bad news is that the vibrator is currently in Sylus’s hands.
Fuck me, you think, a million useless excuses flooding in and out of your mind.
Maybe you could knock him out and snag the toy from his fingers.
Yeah, like that could ever fucking work with his level of reflexes.
“Aren't you coming in, kitten?”
His usual pet name sends goosebumps flooding your skin.
“Good evening, Sylus”, you force a smile, trying to ignore the way he’s fidgeting with your vibrator.
“This wouldn't happen to be yours, would it?” He asks, dangling the silicone vibrator before you. “I've never seen you use it before.”
You could smack the smug look off his face if you had the chance to, but for now, you force a smile, reaching out to take the device from him.
“It's just a massager”, you lie horribly.
Of course he fucking shifts it away from your grasp.
He narrows his eyes at you and decorates his expression with a sharper smirk.
“Right, because massaging devices look unassuming like this, and you happen to decide to have a little massage session in my room?”
Fuck.
There's no way out of this.
His smirk fades. He puts an arm out to beckon you closer.
His eyes reflect tints of something else, like a reminder that you're about to turn into his prey.
And you can't help but always fall into his trap.
“Now, won't you show me how you use your little massager, sweetie?”
You watch him twirl the vibrator between his slender fingers, touching and feeling the buttons on his fingertips. He has your legs spread apart in front of him at the edge of the bed. You’re carefully observing your partner as it takes him barely a few minutes to figure your toy out when it buzzes to life.
“Don't look so scared, kitten. I'm not about to eat you”, the gaze Sylus is giving you says otherwise. Unfortunately, there's a twisted stem of anticipation that's slowly flooding your veins. You wonder what he's about to do to you, and it's getting you excited.
He smirks when his gaze lands on the small damp patch of fabric on your pussy. He wants to make it bigger.
Sylus grazes his knuckles against your clothes pussy, and it draws a gasp from you.
“I have to say, sweetie, your little massager here has quite the strong vibrations”, Sylus teases. His arm curls around your legs, pulling you slightly closer to him, before he presses the buzzing toy on your clothed pussy. Despite the fact that you knew it was coming, you still jumped from the sensation instantly.
You crunch your abdomen when you feel Sylus rolling the vibrator up and down your pussy, watching with sheer satisfaction at the way the dark patch on your pussy continues to grow darker and bigger.
“How does it feel, kitten?” He asks with a smile, and you're not sure if you're getting soaked from the vibrator or from Sylus eye fucking you.
“Tickles…” you force yourself to answer. You hear him hum from below, before your mind shuts off when he shifts the vibrator right to your clit, and applies pressure right there.
But it's not enough.
You know he's fucking with you. He's teasing you–especially when he intentionally lowers the vibration to a dull buzz, taking away the build up, only leaving you whining for more.
But at the moment where you're able to catch your breath, the vibration climbs in levels again, leaving you fisting the sheets and his shirt. Sylus removes his arm around your thigh, and hooks a slender on the damp piece of fabric, tugging it outwards.
“Should we get this out of the way, sweetie? It's bothering you isn't it?”
You nod, still trying to regulate your breathing, your mind racing at the thought of Sylus being the one pressing your vibrator on your bare, wet, sticky pussy.
He lets you close your legs to roll the panties off your hips, only to disappear behind you for a split moment.
His husky voice rings in your ears.
“Open, sweetie.”
You feel his fingers brush on your chin, and he gestures to you to face the front.
You're facing the mirror.
The view of your legs spread open, the sight of your glistening pussy right before your reflection makes you swallow hard.
Sylus’s finger slither down to your sopping folds, spreading your pussy open.
“So fucking pretty for me, aren't you?”
Your fingers clutch tightly against his shirt, the desperation for him to do just anything coming out as a beg when you whisper to him, “please, Sylus.”
His other hand switches on the vibrator once more, and he aims it right on your fucking clit. It makes you jump, and before you realise it, your orgasm hits you–white engulfing your vision, the pleasure shooting through your veins at lightning speed and your pussy uselessly and desperately clenching the air. Sylus captures your lips with his, eating your fucked out moans while he drags your orgasm out, rolling the toy in circles around your clit, collecting the sheer wetness with his fingers and vibrator.
He pulls the vibrator off you, at least, momentarily, to let you descend from your high.
Sylus watches you through the mirror–you, in tears, a small puddle just under where you're sitting and just a creamy fucking mess your pussy is.
“So this was what you were doing when I was gone?”
He watches the way your ears turn red.
Sylus’s fingers keep you staring at him through the reflections.
“I got lonely when you weren't here…”
“Right. I'm sorry for that, sweetie. I should make it up to you, hm?”
You couldn't even proceed to ask him how before he lifts you onto his lap, and the view before you makes you swallow harder–his cock just resting against your bare pussy.
His lips are pressed against the shell of your ear.
“If I told you that I crave so fucking much to just see you the moment I leave, would that leave your mind at ease?”
“No”, you mutter, then gasp when he presses his dick along your folds, dragging his cock so painfully slowly against your pussy. “Nothing is enough if it's not you being here in the flesh.”
He chuckles–it feels warm and it spreads through all over your body.
“Greedy kitten”, is all he replies before he stretches you open, taking the gorgeous sight of you completely falling apart for him as he fits his cock in you.
“That’s a good girl for me. You're taking me so well. Fuck, look at you swallowing me up”, he groans, greedily wanting to just keep all the wet warmth for himself.
It has been a couple of long weeks since he was gone, and fuck was his cock quite a stretch. He fills you up so fucking good every single time.
He listens to you sigh shakily, trying to adjust. He feels the way you're squeezing his thighs with your hand.
You feel so good around him. You feel so good for him.
You hiccup when you feel Sylus thrusts his cock right into you again. You're so fucking overstimulated, your sensitivity climbing up in hundreds, but Sylus still trails the vibrator across your clit in pulses, making your head fall back against his shoulders, your moans bouncing off the walls of his room. It doesn't help that he's forcing you to soak in the sheer perversion of view that's presented before you.
“You're squeezing me so much, kitten”, he hisses into your ears when he feels your pussy clench around him once more. He's in fucking heaven.
But of course, he loves playing with his prey a little more.
The moment he feels you start flutter, he lifts the vibrator off your clit. It makes you gasp.
Then he thrusts his hips upwards, pressing against your sensitive spots. You watch the way his cock just disappears in you, all the way in, and it's starting to make you light-headed.
“Can your little vibrator make you make that face, kitten?”
You see the tear stains that streak down your face, your eyes still watery. Fuck, of course it doesn't.
“Maybe”, you answer shakily, and you watch his eyes fucking glow right before you in the mirror.
Sylus laughs.
“I guess I should change that, right?” He responds. His fingers are now on your throat, and his other hand lay flat on your thigh.
“Then I'd better make sure I make you see fucking stars. Fuck you hard and good, right?”
His fingers tighten around your throat.
Sylus is a fucking menace.
You don't even remember the existence of your vibrator. Not when Sylus is fucking the ever-loving shit out of you from below, and that you're watching it through the fucking mirror–every thrust detailed perfectly under the lights, his fingers cutting oxygen from you from time to time.
He's forcing you to cum with his dick.
And it's fucking working..
Much thanks to the horrible edging he's done to you, you're a fucking overstimulated mess–so sensitive and broken that when you're about to flood, you're begging him.
“Gonna cum, Sylus, please. I'm gonna cum so much. Fuckkkk-”
It fountains out of you and pushes him out, spraying all over the mirror and the sheets. You don't know what Sylus is muttering in your ears but you know he's fucking slapping your pussy, more fluids spraying out to his satisfaction.
After the clear fluids, only the thick cream comes after, and Sylus doesn't hesitate to slide his cock back in, filling you up once more, cream settling and slicking down his shaft with every thrust. Your thighs are still twitching from how fucking good it feels.
“Have I told you that I adore ruining you so much? Because I do adore ruining you so much, sweetie”, he groans. His face contorts in pleasure so fucking beautifully in the mirror while he bottoms out in you, his cock twitching and letting thick streams of warm cum filling you up. He lets himself stay in your pussy for a second or two, before he pulls out, only a thin string of cum linking his cock and your pussy.
Sylus forces you to watch his fingers once again pull open your pretty folds, and thick white seeps out of your hole in loads.
You see him plant a kiss on your temple before he effortlessly scoops you up to wash up with him.
You swear you didn’t leave it in his room this time round. You learned your lesson. When Sylus had his butler change out the soiled sheets, you had pocketed back your vibrator and kept it in a safe part of your room so Sylus wouldn’t get his hands on it again.
At least, that’s what you thought, because the vibrator seemed to have disappeared again.
Shit, did you have to intrude into Sylus’s room again? Well sure, he was gone for a couple of days, so you used his bed for a couple of days…but you were sure as hell that you brought the vibrator back with you when you on the day Sylus came back.
Unsuccessful with the search in Sylus’s room, you return back to yours, wondering if the mansion had just sucked up the vibrator into thin air.
I just realized if I'm so into HUGE men? like tall and HUGE men
san, yunho, zayne, sylus........ idc if they're not the type of skinny shit or something, I mean I love seeing buff, tall and HUGE men, maybe because I'm a bit tall in my country standards lol and it's kinda hard to find a men who is tall and HUGE here😔 I want zayne and sylus to be real😮💨
Can I please have a number 2 with Zayne? that soft dom praise kink... *bites lip*
Oh Zayne would be so good at praising us, especially given how much he cares for our well-being. I'd give anything for a secret times card where he calls us his good little slut.
Praise
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"Open." Zayne whispers the command with a touch of authority and you obediently part your lips, allowing him to push his index into your mouth. The digit strokes your tongue and you suck wantonly.
His free hand cups your breast, squeezing temptingly, feeling your nipple grow hard against his palm.
"You're so responsive..."He murmurs approvingly before lowering his head and capturing the bud between his lips. You hum in pleasure, the noise muffled against his finger. He leaves the nipple with a wet plop, and trails kisses down your neck as his fingers tweak your other peak.
"So sweet and warm. You're a sight for the eyes you know?" He pulls the wet finger from your mouth and strokes it along your damp slit. Your thighs automatically part for him and he growls lowly in his throat.
"Such a perfect little slut. My own personal fucktoy. Doing exactly what I wanted her to do." He strokes your inner thighs, feeling the quiver of the muscles, then spreads your folds apart to reveal your drenched sex.
"I love it when you unashamedly show me how turned on you are. Make me want to reward you." His finger starts to trace slow circles on your clit, drawing a whine from you. "But not yet." He flicks your clit with enough force to send a jolt through your body, then soothes it with a gentle stroke. He repeats this cycle until your senses are a mess and you're aching for more. Your core is slick with anticipation, the flicks delivering a soft kind of pain that makes your insides squirm.
"Look at how your clit throbs for me. Maybe we should give her some respite hmm?" Zayne's tongue darts out to taste your arousal, the slick wetness dragged up onto your sensitive nub. He seals his lips around it and sucks, and sparks of pleasure shoot up under your skin.
He laves your clit tenderly, concentrating the pressure on the center and moving the tip of his tongue in circles. Your voice keens as he pushes towards the edge, and with a punch of heat to your gut, you cum satisfyingly on his tongue, his name falling from your lips.
Zayne licks you through the aftershocks before withdrawing. "Such a good girl." He pushes your hair away from your face and kisses you, letting you taste your essence on his tongue.
Warnings: not biblically accurate AT ALL, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, yandere themes, rape, bondage, oral (f recieving), purely fiction, body worship, he is fucked in the head, read at your own risk!!! minors dni
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Yeosang hated humans.
He had always thought of them as lesser creatures, even as his brethren thought of them as cute and clueless, Yeosang knew what they were truly capable of.
Being a guardian angel to a monster disguised as a human was hard, and having to watch that monster hurt innocent people, was enough to convince Yeosang to never trust a human again.
“Forgive me father,” Yeosang spoke. The cathedral was empty at this time of day, so he found himself here, begging for forgiveness in such a pathetic human place. He would’ve returned to his own realm, if it weren’t for the sin he had committed.
Surely they’ll never forgive him for killing a human. It’s the one rule Angels can never break, no matter what. They were sent to help the poor humans, so committing such a crime could never be forgiven.
As much as Yeosang wanted to feel bad, he just couldn’t. Seeing the human he was assigned to protect rape innocent women was enough to make Yeosang snap.
“These filthy humans…” he spoke lowly before standing up to leave the cathedral once again. His majestic wings shimmered in the moonlight shining through the windows as he finally decided to make his way back to his realm. If it was one thing he had learned from his brethren, it was to never avoid the inevitable.
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Yeosang’s anguished scream was probably heard by all creatures of the realm, as he was harshly whipped. When yet another whipping sound was heard, it was soon followed by another sound of pure terror.
The blonde angel had to admit that he had it coming. He knew what he did when he decided to personally murder that disgusting man, and even as he felt the harsh whip crack the skin of his chest open once again, he didn’t feel an ounce of regret.
As he felt himself slowly lose consciousness after the hours of torture, he was sure this was the end. Angels were known to be immortal in the human realm, but they could die in the hands of another supernatural being.
As he finally felt the deep and dark slumber wash over him, a wave of relief did so as well. Finally, his suffering was going to end, and he wouldn’t have to endure the miserable life of an angel anymore.
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It was a rainy evening, the dark clouds occasionally being illuminated by the bright lightning. You heard the rumble of thunder as you drove home from work on the empty driveway.
Suddenly, your attention was snatched by something odd laying on the side of the rode. You squinted, trying to see the oddly shaped thing. As you came closer and closer, your eyes only widened further.
Wings.
Big, white and graceful wings were wrapped around the creature. You wondered if it was some kind of bird, but you had never seen such big wings before.
As you came closer to the odd thing, you pulled over and rushed out of the car to examine it.
You started looking at it from different angles, but when you finally saw the full form of the creature, you froze.
It was a human. With wings.
You blinked.
Without even processing those unimaginable thoughts for longer, you stepped closer to him. He looked young, and his chest and stomach was filled with wounds, bleeding out. The only clothes he seemed to wear was a type of cloth around his hips, covering up his private parts. You crouched down, trying to get a better look at him.
He was lying on his side, his right wing wrapped protectively around him like a shield. His body weight was pressed over the other, and even though you still couldn’t comprehend this being, you could tell he needed help.
His eyes were closed, and even after just getting a brief look at his face, you gasped in awe at his beauty.
An angel?
You thought back to your mother, who told you tales about the angels. Those who protect us every single day, without us knowing a thing.
You had always thought of those stories as fairytales, but right now, you had no choice but to believe them.
You grabbed his wounded shoulders, trying your best to avoid any cuts, and tried shaking him awake.
“Hello?” your voice called for him, laced with panic and urgency. Your breath only picked up more when he showed no signs of consciousness, lying there like a lifeless doll on the ground.
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A voice.
Small, but so apparent.
Yeosang contemplated whether he was dead or not. It was unknown to him what would happen if an angel died. Would he be eternally punished for his sins?
That voice.
He heard it again.
It wasn’t the voice of some cruel demon wanting to hurt him, it was one laced with concern and care.
He didn’t want to believe what his suspicions told him.
A human woman.
Yeosang felt his body being shaken. Two hands were wrapped around his forearms, too gently to hurt, but too firm to go unnoticed in the state he found himself in.
Somewhere in between life and death. This voice, these hands, they were desperately trying to pull him towards life.
He found himself growing more and more aware, and suddenly, you were there. You were right in front of him.
Surely, this creature couldn’t be human.
Such a warm gaze, such a gentle tone, even when in distress. Such beauty, what could he had possibly done to deserve such a deity’s tender attention.
Your eyes roamed his wounded body, and occasionally met his half opened eyes, admiring you.
“Here, please let me help you,” he heard your voice sound out. His wings flapped in discomfort, and just then, he realized the position he was in. A groan of pain escaped his lips as his body weight pressed down on his injured wing.
You tried to pull him upwards, and his surprisingly light body came crashing down in your embrace. You still tried your best not to hurt his already wounded body.
Yeosang’s head snapped up, meeting your gaze. He examined your face with caution. She looked human. He knew there were kind humans out there, but a part of him didn’t want to believe it.
“Do you think you could walk with me to my car?” you asked. The intense worry in your voice shocked the angel. Why would you care so much for someone you had never encountered before?
As you helped him stand up, he hissed in pain when you accidentally brushed up against his injured wing. You apologized immediately, slowly leading him to your car.
The quiet rumble of the engine soothed the injured angel in your backseat. In order to fit his large wings in your small car, he had to almost lay down. You weren’t happy with his position, but made sure to try and drive as safely as possible, not wanting to cause an accident.
He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you focused on driving. He noticed the way you purposely avoided all the road bumps, clearly not wanting him to get further injured.
He had never been this mesmerized with a mere human before. Having seen them every day for years, this was the first time someone managed to catch his attention in this way.
He ended up silently admiring you the entire car ride home, not wanting to tear his eyes away from you for a reason he couldn’t understand. What about you was so special? Why did he feel the need to protect you? Sure, as a guardian angel, it was his job to protect his assigned human, but he had never felt such an obligation to do so until as of right now.
You eyed the curious angel in your backseat through the rear-view window, still not quite believing your own eyes. As you stopped the car, you had to gather all your sanity to talk to him again. Had you gone crazy? Was this some weird hallucination who you spoke to?
It had felt so real, helping him to your car, touching his blemished skin.
When you finally appeared at the small cottage you had learned to call home, you noticed that the rain had stopped. You smiled slightly when you stepped out of the car, only being able to smell the previous downpour.
“Here, let me help you out,” you suggested to the man in your backseat, reaching out your hand for him to grab. His eyes were wide with interest, as he slowly put his hand in yours. He blinked at the sudden touch.
As you gently led him into your house, sitting him down on a chair in the kitchen, Yeosang’s eyes never left your face. You didn’t know what to think of it. You honestly didn’t know what to think of any of this.
“Okay, I’ll go get some things to clean your wounds with, so you just stay put,” you said, sounding unsure of yourself. Yeosang only nodded, knowing that your human medicine might not work on him, but not minding having you try and take care of him.
As you rushed to the bathroom, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. There was a random man, if you could even call him that, in your house. Where did he come from? Why was he lying on the street covered in wounds? What is he?
You gathered tour thoughts, and decided to just focus on what you could do right now, which was just helping him patch up.
As you anxiously stepped into your small kitchen again, you noticed that he had stood up, currently examining a painting on your wall.
“O- Oh no, please sit down,” you begged, slowly walking up to him. “You’re hurt.”
He looked at you, and immediately went back to the position you left him in, sitting obediently on the chair. You sighed as you picked up an antibacterial liquid, coating a cotton swab with it.
“This might sting,” you said apologetically, slowly cleaning one of the wounds on his stomach. You eyed his reaction, but barely found a response, he just kept his eyes plastered on your face in interest.
As you continued treating his wounds, Yeosang felt an odd feeling in his stomach. Even when his wings were aching like never before, the pain of literally falling out of the sky haunting him, he could only focus on one thing right now.
You.
You were such a sweet little human. As much as it was endearing, it was also confusing. Humans were vile creatures, only causing trouble on earth, so why were you an exception? It almost frustrated the angel. It was as if his beliefs got crushed, proving him wrong about the humans.
Oh, but you were so cute. Helping him with his wounds, treating them with such care and weariness.
Yeosang thought that, maybe this was a sign from the gods. Maybe, his sins would only be forgiven if he succeeded at his new task.
Protecting you.
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For the first few days, Yeosang assumed you were just a kind hearted human, who was willing to take care of him when he needed it most. But when he gazed upon your worried expression as you tenderly cleaned his legs, making sure not to brush up against his not yet fully healed injuries, another thought came to him.
You weren’t just a mere human, no. You were something else. Perhaps, some unknown force granted him a new opportunity to prove himself, by giving him a new chance.
A goddess.
A new person for him to devote himself to, only this time, in human form.
Surely it couldn’t have been a coincidence, meeting you that day, when he was in such desperate need for care.
“Yeosang, are you listening to me?” you smiled, looking up at the man’s dazed eyes. He blinked, before looking away in shame. “Sorry, what were you saying?” Yeosang said quietly, his gaze meeting yours.
“Do your wounds still hurt? Do you want me to get some medicine?” you repeated, causing Yeosang to immediately shake his head. “No, no, there’s… No need for that,” he replied, hands finding the towel laying in his lap.
For the past few days, you had been taking care of Yeosang like one would take care of a child, in need of constant care. You made him meals, bathed him and made sure he got enough sleep every night. When he explained to you what his life had been like before you found him, you couldn’t even believe what you were hearing.
If anyone else would’ve told you these obscure stories about angels, you would’ve never believed a single word, but as you woke up every morning with the winged man still in your house, you had no choice but to believe him.
And at this point, you didn’t know what to do with him. He didn’t have anywhere else to go, but honestly, you couldn’t afford taking care of him for however long he needed it.
Yeosang didn’t seem the least bit worried about his future though. He just kept a small smile plastered on his lips as you tended to his needs.
You watched as he politely wiped his lips after finishing the breakfast you had provided him.
“Thank you so much, Y/n,” he said, looking deep into your eyes.
“Yeah, I have to get to work now,” you spoke, getting up to put your outerwear on, but a hand around your wrist halted you in your movements. Your head snapped back to Yeosang, who had stood up from his seat, an almost frightened look on his face.
“N-no don’t…” he started, fingers grazing your wrist carefully.
“I’ll be back in a few hours, and there’s lunch for you to heat up when I’m gone,” you comforted, awkwardly trying to shake his grip on you.
He pouted and let out a whine in disagreement, like a child throwing a tantrum. Yeosang knew that if his brethren saw him like this, they wouldn’t be able to stifle their laughter. His utter disgust with the human race was such a contrast to his behavior right now, feeling such sadness at the thought of you leaving.
Just as you were about to wave Yeosang goodbye, he pulled your body towards his in a long hug, his almost fully healed wings wrapping around the two of you as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You felt flustered at his sudden display of affection, but just assumed he felt scared to be alone. He hadn’t spent a single moment alone as a fallen angel, without you by his side, aiding to his needs constantly.
Yeosang watched as your car drove further and further away from your small house, the sound of the engine slowly fading away. He felt so useless, not being able to watch over you in your daily life. Who knew what type of humans would encounter you today? Who knew what they would to do you?
Yeosang took a few deep breaths. He had to keep himself calm, and presentable for you, his goddess. You were never to see him in such a state, lacking self control. He needed to prove himself as your devoted follower.
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“Y/n! You’re home!” Yeosang cheered as he practically flew up from the couch, running up to you as you stepped inside. You felt a comfortable warmth when he took your hands in his, yours being cold from the october weather outside. He rubbed the back of your hands with his thumbs, continuing to warm them.
A look of distress covered his features before he wrapped his arms around you. You never expected him to be so touchy, but honestly, couldn’t complain.
You hadn’t received this type of affection from someone in years, and knowing someone was anticipating your return from work felt… good.
You didn’t want to admit it, thinking back to the fact that this man was a complete stranger, and a fallen angel at that.
“You’re freezing,” he pouted, his arms rubbing your shoulders. “You have to dress more appropriately,” he scolded, but you only giggled at his attempt at sounding tough.
“I’m fine,” you playfully rolled your eyes before detangling yourself from his arms. His eyes kept following your figure as you took off your shoes and coat, never once leaving your form, even as you started becoming visibly uncomfortable with his stare.
You were just so, enchanting. Something about you was so graceful and beautiful. The way you swiftly took off your coat, or just the way your hair curved when you tucked it behind your ears. Yeosang couldn’t tell if he wanted you to dote on him for the rest of your life, or if he wanted to be the one to take care of you. He didn’t want to disturb you with his needs and wants, but oh, how wonderful it felt to have someone like you look after him. He could easily make himself seem more helpless than he actually is, just to observe you when you take care of him.
After dinner, it didn’t take long until you were passed out on the couch. The meaningless program on the TV, paired with the exhaustion from your long shift, made your eyelids heavy in a matter of seconds. Yeosang watched closely as your chest rose and fell in your deep slumber.
A small gasp escaped his lips. How could someone be so beautiful, even when fast asleep? You looked so peaceful and calm, contrasting your somewhat stressed demeanor that you always seemed to have during the day.
Yeosang wanted to make every day for you free of stress and anxiety. You deserved to be loved, cherished and taken care of in a way no other human could even dream of.
You didn’t wake up when you were slowly picked up from your position on the couch. The TV turned off, and the sweet humming of Yeosang being the only thing heard in your house.
Yeosang made sure not to move you too quickly when he put you down on the soft bed. When you were at work, he had tried his best to understand everything there was to know about your house, so he had quickly learned where you kept all of your clothes.
Just as he was about to pull out some clothes for you to sleep in, he had a thought.
Did you really need clothes to sleep in?
Angels never wore clothes when sleeping, and after all, you had your blankets to cover your body. He closed your closet and walked up to your sleeping form. Looking down, he could see the way his hands were trembling slightly in excitement. Seeing a goddess like you unclothed would truly be a privilege, but as your devoted follower, he would make sure to make it up to you in any way he possibly could.
When Yeosang slowly pulled your pants down, revealing your bare legs, he felt an odd sensation between his legs. He twitched, and looked down to see his already fully ejected dick, forming a tent in the loose pants you’d provided for him.
Never in his life had he gotten so turned on this quickly. Angels were higher creatures, with more self control, so did becoming a fallen angel mean that he now had the sexual drive of a regular human? Yeosang tried his best to ignore his thoughts, and continued to undress you carefully.
His breath shuddered when he revealed your bare stomach. Unfortunately, you were wearing a bra. Another thing he hated about humans, their need to make the female gender suffer. Why should you need to wear such an uncomfortable thing? He sighed as he unclasped it from the back. He made sure his touch remained featherlight, not wanting to wake you up from your well deserved rest.
Now, the only thing remaining on you were your panties. Yeosang had to admit it felt perverted, to undress you like this when you weren’t conscious. He knew that humans felt ashamed to be seen bare, but he really only did this for your own comfort.
His hands gripped the soft fabric of your panties as he slowly pulled them down. He felt his heartbeat pick up in excitement when you were soon completely naked, small goosebumps showing up on your skin as the cold air chilled you.
You truly were divine.
Yeosang was sure he hadn’t seen you this beautiful before. You were truly unreal, your body curved to perfection, illuminated with such a gentle glow.
Your covers were gently thrown over your body. Yeosang started to undress himself, not being able to ignore the growing bulge in his pants. He wasn’t satisfied with the boxers you had given him. They were too tight, and not breathable enough, but if it made you happy, he would wear anything you asked him to.
As his body slowly sunk under the covers, he almost moaned at the feeling of the soft material against his skin. His wings had a mind of their own, instinctively wrapping around your body. Yeosang felt flustered as your body pushed against his. He inhaled your scent deeply, and couldn’t stop his hand from traveling lower on his body.
He had never felt this type of sexual frustration before. It was like he needed a release as quickly as possible. His hips soon started bucking into his soft hands, small moans of pleasure escaping him. He made sure to keep his eyes on you the whole time, making sure you stayed asleep.
His free arm snaked itself around your bare waist, his hand lovingly rubbing your stomach. Yeosang felt his orgasm building inside of him, and had to bite his lips in order to muffle his loud moans as he finally exploded into his hand, trying not to make a mess in your bed.
Even as Yeosang’s eyes started to roll back, he made sure to keep them on you. He couldn’t be distracted from your beauty. This was all because of you. As his breathing slowly calmed down again, he couldn’t stop himself from leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, the small whimpers you let out in your sleep making him think of something.
It felt so wrong.
Pleasuring himself like this, without even giving you an ounce of the same wonderful feelings of bliss. You deserved to be worshipped, not have someone worthless getting the pleasure of the sight of you without paying you for the privilege.
Yeosang’s hands pulled away from your form as he repositioned himself. He was now on top of you, the sheets pulled off of you to reveal the beauty underneath.
He started leaving open mouthed kisses down your body, his tongue occasionally licking your soft skin to get a taste of the divine. When his head came down to the level of your chest, he couldn’t help but attach his mouth to one of your soft breasts.
He started licking your nipples carefully, still making sure not to wake you up. When he noticed that you were still fast asleep, he got so bold as to suck on the hardened nubs, his tongue slowly flicking them. No words could describe the satisfaction he felt when you let out another small whimper. You must like it then, he thought.
He let his mouth keep wandering down, kisses being left all over your stomach, before he finally reached his final destination.
He gently held your thighs in his hands, his fingers softly kneading the flesh. He took a few deep breaths before doing what he couldn’t wait any longer to do. He felt a jolt of pleasure wash over him when he finally felt your warm sex on his tongue.
The erection he had worked to get down, was now bigger than ever.
His tongue started lapping you slowly, just drinking in your taste. Yeosang had to stifle a moan when he felt your divine juices coat his lips. Soon, the long laps evolved into fast licks to your clit, making you stir slightly in your sleep. Lewd sounds continued to escape your barely opened lips, your body succumbing to the pleasure of Yeosang’s tongue working wonders.
At this point, keeping you asleep wasn’t one of Yeosang’s concerns. He honestly wouldn’t mind it if you woke up. You deserved to feel this pleasure, and he could tell your orgasm was starting to build even as you kept sleeping, your hips bucking into his face slightly, in a way that was barely noticeable.
As his mouth started sucking on your clit, your little whimpers became moans instead, and Yeosang noticed the way you slowly regained consciousness.
He kept abusing your clit in a way he knew made you weak in the knees, and now, your eyes were opening. Your moans of pleasure got mixed with confused sounds, your mind not comprehending what was going on.
If Yeosang’s mouth wasn’t occupied, he would’ve told you to just enjoy it, to not worry about anything. But now, his only goal was to make you cum, to let you drown in the pleasure of an orgasm. And that, you did.
You couldn’t even think when you felt your thighs clench around his head in desperation, your orgasm washing over you, filling you with bliss. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your legs starting to shake. Yeosang’s skillful tongue was still pleasuring you between your legs as you whined in overstimulation.
You blinked before grabbing Yeosang’s head. He obeyed when you pulled him upward slightly, his head eventually coming up to eye level with you.
“What are you doing—“ you slurred out, still feeling hazy from just having woken up. “Shh,” he hushed, his hands finding your hair. He laid down next to you, humming softly as his hands soothingly rubbed your head.
“It was just a dream…” you heard before slowly drifting into unconsciousness once again.
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Ever since that night, Yeosang had grown more and more desperate. At this point, one might even call him obsessed.
You had woken up completely clothed, with Yeosang acting completely natural. You felt so disgusted with yourself, having wet dreams of the innocent man who had been nothing but kind to you.
Yeosang smirked when he saw the look on your face that morning, clearly searching his face for any information. You must’ve just thought it was a dream. How cute.
Yeosang knew you felt ashamed, which probably meant you would try to subconsciously ‘make it up to him’ in some way. So one day when you came home from work, Yeosang innocently came up to you with a massage oil he found in your bathroom.
“Let me try…” he said, eyes twinkling with innocence. You couldn’t even deny him, that begging look in his eyes combined with your need for a massage making it impossible.
You were soon splayed out on the bed on your stomach, only a towel covering your private parts as Yeosang’s soft hands kneaded your back in just the right way. Yeosang felt his erection grow as you let out low moans of pleasure, mind wandering back to that night.
That’s when Yeosang first realized, he needed to have you again. He needed to continue worshipping at the altar that was your body.
You felt conflicted about Yeosang’s presence in your home. As much as you found it odd to have this creature in your own home, you had also grown fond of him, finding him more and more endearing for each day that passed.
But for each day that passed, Yeosang felt himself become more and more possessive over you. You were his goddess. No human could ever even begin to understand your importance on this earth, so hearing you talk on the phone with your coworkers, especially those of the male gender, made Yeosang’s skin crawl in disgust.
You were just watching TV one afternoon when Yeosang plopped himself down on his knees in front of you. You were about to ask him what was wrong, but he answered before you could utter the question.
“Please Y/n,” he started, his voice laced with utter desperation. His eyes found yours, before he said words you would never expect to exit his mouth. “Let me taste you again.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, your head tilting. You didn’t want to realize what he was actually saying.
“That night… It- It wasn’t a dream, Y/n,” he confessed, his eyes continually staring into your wide ones. “I know you enjoyed it,” he continued, his hands starting to explore the length of your legs.
You immediately scooted away from your spot in the couch, breath quickening in panic as you let his words sink in.
“What wasn’t a dream?” you tested him, still refusing to accept it.
“When I tasted you for the first time… Oh, it was so beautiful—“
“You did that to me in my sleep!?” you yelled, scrambling up from the couch and taking a few steps back. Yeosang followed suit, stepping closer to you with a confused expression.
“But Y/n, you enjoyed—“
“Have you done it multiple times?” you asked, voice cracking slightly in panic.
He paused. “Well, yes, but I just wanted to make you feel good—“
You interrupted him with a sharp gasp, your head shaking in disbelief.
“You freak!” you yelled, backing into the wall behind you, feeling disgusted at the man’s previous actions. Yeosang’s eyes widened at your outburst, his eyes already filling with tears. He never wanted it to be this way, he just wanted you to feel good—
As you were about to run past the man, you were harshly grabbed by your waist, almost causing you to fall. You were turned around to find Yeosang on his knees in front of you, clasping on to your body, his face pushed against your thighs.
“Don’t leave me, please,” he begged, his voice telling you that he was already crying. You didn’t know what to make of any of this. You felt intimidated by his steel grip on you, not allowing you to move a centimeter.
“My goddess please, I’ll do anything,” he sobbed. You looked down at him in confusion. “Goddess?” you echoed.
He only sobbed louder at your response, his arms now working to pull you down to his level. You eventually gave in to his pull, allowing yourself to be sat down in front of him on the floor. His arms wrapped around your form, his wings shielding the two of you.
You were stuck.
Yeosang’s tears blended with your own, as his mouth pressed kisses on your cheeks in some attempt at comforting you.
“Stay with me here, forever,” he whispered, hands roaming your body. “My goddess, I’ll do anything.”
You felt suffocated by the warmth of Yeosang’s body pressed against yours with his wings not letting any air into your little cocoon. The longer you stayed in there, the less conscious you became, your body eventually falling limp into Yeosang’s arms from the lack of air, sending you into a deep sleep that you would never forgive yourself for falling into.
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You woke up to the feeling of something wet and warm spreading its juices across your nipples, a whine escaping your throat as your eyes found the man responsible.
You viewed as his head lifted from your breasts, his tear-stained eyes meeting yours in a smile you could only describe as disgusting. His lips shined with his saliva, his teeth grazing them ever so lightly. He remained eye contact with you as his lips found your left nipple again, his tongue swirling against it before he sucked on it, making a pop sound when disconnecting from it.
“Good morning beautiful,” he spoke before switching to your right boob, his hand instead playing with the other. You immediately tried to get up, but noticed something restraining you from doing so.
You looked up to the horror of your hands tied to the headboard of your bed, the rope not budging when you tried to harshly pull your arms away. When trying to move your legs, you noticed that they were the same, making you whine in frustration, tears already forming in your eyes.
“Now you can stay here forever,” Yeosang giggled, placing a chaste kiss to your lips, before lowering his head to your chest once again. ”My goddess.”
Seeing you in that tight silk lingerie dress, he couldn't help but stare. You both know how much he loves it when you wear those kinds of lingerie. He beckoned you to come closer, holding your waist. He comfortable rested his head on your abdomen before looking up at you. "You look so beautiful, my love."
You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. He hummed in satisfaction before kissing your abdomen that was still covered of the clothing. "Sit on my lap, darling..." And you did. You straddled him comfortably.
He leaned close to give you a soft passionate kiss as his hands roamed around you lovingly. You wrapped your arms around him to deepen the kiss. As the kiss progressed, it turned into some heated one.
His kisses then trailed down to your jawline then your neck, leaving soft wet kisses and a few marks. "Need you, Hwa..." You whispered out. "Need me? Where? Tell me, darling." He mumbled against your neck as his hands fondled with your breasts.
"Need you in me... Need you to fuck me... Please..." You lightly begged, which he only responded with a chuckle. He pulled his pants down, letting his cock spring free for you.
You rested your forehead on his shoulder, admiring that beautiful cock... Around 5-6 inches, such a beautiful pink mushroom tip... "So pretty, Hwa..." You kissed his cheek before lifting yourself up to align him to your entrance.
You slowly sank down on him, both of you letting out a satisfied moan. His hands went to your hips to guide your movements, slowly picking up the pace. "Feel so good, Hwa..."
"Yeah? You love it when I let you ride me like this?" He kissed your cheek, then putting burying his face on your neck as he groans from the feeling.
"Such a good girl..."
"Ride me more."
"That's a good girl, just like that."
"So tight..."
Slowly, both of you came close to your release. "G-gonna cum, Hwa..." You warned. He caressed your backside with his hand as he kept guiding your movements. "Go on, baby..."
You bit his shoulder as you shook from your release, letting out a loud moan. That brought him to the edge, bucking his hips and burying himself deep inside you as he came, grunting. "Fuck so good..."
You both slowly came down from your high, holding each other close. He slowly lifted you up to pull himself out then laid you down on the bed, hovering above you. He then places your leg to rest on his shoulder. "I'm not done with you..."
You face was smooshed into the pillow, you legs were shaking. You had drool pooling from your mouth, and you were gripping the bed sheets. Seonghwa panted as he watched your ass bounce to his thrust, the adorable soft cream colored collar prominent on your neck. His hand were gripping your love handles as he came for the 5th time.
Seonghwa had gotten overly excited during another photo shoot. He had ordered a custom silk onesie and wanted to get pictures that would add to his collection, after about the 20th photo Seonghwa began to gush about how adorable you were, you knew where this would lead up to and tried to calm him down. Seonghwa began to smile insanely as he dropped his camera and stalked towards you, drool dripped from the side of his mouth as he grabbed your face sighing lovely.
“Mine…mine” he chanted as he kissed you on the lips (more like smooshed his lips against yours). You placed your hands on his chest as he tried to pull you closer, you twisted your head away from the crazed man as he kissed and giggled. “More…I need more” Seonghwa panted as he picked you up and went your shared bedroom as he threw you on the bed.
You tried to leave but Seonghwa had pinned you down. His soft hands ran down your outfit as he found the clasping buttons, undoing them and opening the outfit revealing you flushed and warm body. Seonghwa sighed as he removed his clothes and stripped you naked. The older man flipped you onto your stomach as he embraced you and slowly slid his member in, not prepping you or even putting on lube this it burned.
Tears slipped out of your eyes as pain spread across your body, it felt like you were slowly being burned alive as his touches were hot like a freshly used fire poker. Seonghwa was in utter bliss and joy, you felt like clouds, your soft lush skin, you delicate touches, your fear filled eyes. In his mind seonghwa truly believed that you were just as in love with him as he is with you.
You had about 3 minutes to pick the lock before Seonghwa came home. You had been kept hostage in this house for almost 6 months, that meant 6 months of babying, 6 months of baby bottles, 6 months of bibs, 6 months of these stupid, itchy, eye sore outfits. Seonghwa had rid your clothes and now all you had were these stupid outfits. You look to the clock behind you as you continued to fiddle with the lock. After about 5 seconds the door unlocked, you felt a major weight lift off your shoulders and tears prick your eyes, you smile and run out the door running straight into the woods. You had no idea where you were going, everything was looking the same, your chest heaved as you ran in a random direction.
Back at the house Seonghwa had pulled into the driveway, he was tired from work and just wanted to cuddle his baby. In the passenger seat next to him was a brown bag, it was another outfit Seonghwa had bought, he had saw it in a shop window leaving work and just found it so cute. Seonghwa was excited to see you wear it, Seonghwa gleefully walked into the house not knowing the truth. “Baby! Daddy’s home! I bought a new outfit for you, you’ll look so cute in it…” Seonghwa looked around for his darling. It was quiet, a little too quiet, you would usually be in the living room watching cartoons (Seonghwa fixed the television to only play children’s shows). “Baby?…Are you taking a nap?” Seonghwa called out walking to the bedroom to find it empty, he checked the bathroom, the kitchen, the playroom. Seonghwa felt a sense of unease settle inside of him. “Baby!” Seonghwa called out the outfit long forgotten.
Seonghwa ran around the house calling out for you. Tears began to flow down his face, you were no where to be found. Seonghwa was beginning to hyperventilate, he lost you, his precious baby is missing. Seonghwa looked around the area till something caught his eye, the back kitchen door was open. Seonghwa stared at it for a few minutes before slowly making his out the door and walking into the woods.
Your feet were aching from all the branches and rocks stabbing them, you were tired from running for who knows how long. You couldn’t see any type of road or civilization near you, you were honestly starting to get scared. The sun was going down and it was getting chilly. Crickets started to chirp and owls were beginning to purr, every direction you looked was the same. Slowly the anxiety was beginning to creep inside of you as a whimper escapes your lips. You slowly curl yourself into a ball as your thoughts ran wild.
Seonghwa trudged through the dark forest as his anger was bubbling inside. How dare you run away from him, you had no business being out by yourself, when he finds you, you’re getting a punishment. Seonghwa heard a whimper echo from the forest. Wasting no time Seonghwa ran to the sound as he looked around to find the source. Seonghwa stopped in his tracks as he looked at your shaking, curled form. His poor baby was scared, Seonghwa felt the anger leave him as he slowly walked in front of you. Seonghwa sighed as he stroked your hair, “You see why we don’t leave the house…hm?” Seonghwa said as you lift your head to see your captor. Seonghwa scooped you into his arms and carried you all the way back to the house.
After changing you out of the sweaty, dirty outfit and into a soft blue onesie, Seonghwa shoved a pacifier into your mouth and left to fix a bottle. You sat in the living room as you stared blankly at the tv screen, you had one chance to escape, that was your only chance to escape this torture…and here you are back at sqaure one. Seonghwa rounded the corner a warm bottle in hand, you didn’t care anymore. Seonghwa sat down and pulled you into his lap, he removed the pacifier and shoved the bottle into your mouth, the sweet cream hit your tongue as Seonghwa began to scold you. “You knew that you weren’t ready to leave, I don’t know what came over you to have make such a decision, but I know one thing, I’ll have to baby proof the locks, I’ll have set up security cameras, and if push comes to shove I’ll tie you to the bed” Seonghwa smiled at you as tears fell down your face. Seonghwa sighed as he hugged you, “I know what’ll make you feel better…” Seonghwa said as he left you for a moment and returned with the brown bag, Seonghwa pulled a magenta silk onesie out, decorated with black lace, and accented with white frills, along with it were black cat ears and tail, and to add the poisoned cherry on top a white collar with a bell. You look at the outfit and horror and disgust, “Don’t you love it! You’ll look so cute in it”
He won’t get off you, it hurts every time he thrust, his hands are around your neck. Seonghwa’s smile was laced with insanity and sickness, “You’re so fucking cute” he laughs as his grip tightens around your throat making it harder to breathe. “I love you so much, I want you so much…you’re mine! You’re mine!”
You thought back on how you got yourself in this situation. It was a normal encounter, you worked at a local coffee shop trying to help pay for school and bills. Seonghwa was a regular always ordering the exact same thing at the exact same time, it had become an expected moment everyday. It was the same thing the day he asked you out, he had ordered his regular and before leaving he asked out on a date, you agreed never knowing the sick psychopath this man was. After the first date you had become smitten with him, his humor, his smile, his personality, him as a whole. It was as if he was created just for you.
After about 5 months of dating you moved in with him, it was almost a fantasy like love between the two of you. Then the outfits came, they were off putting, powdery pink, Lacey, frilly, it looked like an outfit you’d see in a hentai anime. You were put off at the childish and strange, Seonghwa had to beg you to wear the outfit. You caved in and did so, Seonghwa was overjoyed and took pictures of you exclaiming how cute you were “Ah, You’re so cute!! Look how cute you look”. You thought it would be the only time to wear the outfit, then came the lilac onesie, then the black maid outfit, then the blue cloud, it was Lacey, frilly, childish outfit after outfit. It had became too much for you and you finally had to talk to Seonghwa about the issue. He acted as if he understood, he acted as if he had heard you out. You thought that it was the end of that chapter, then you wake up to find yourself not only in another outfit but a pacifier in your mouth.
You had shot up, spitting the plastic item out of your mouth. You turn to see Seonghwa missing, you heard clanking in the kitchen and walked in to see Seonghwa rinsing and washing baby bottles. You were done, you had yelled at Seonghwa and it turned into a screaming match between the two of you. Not wanting anything to do with this fetish Seonghwa was trying to force on you,You left him and moved back into your old apartment.
Your phone had been blowing up since then, he started banging on your door every night demanding you go back to him. You called the cops, but nothing ever changed, he started stalking your job, then started following you home. You felt unsafe, you swear he was watching your every move. You had become more paranoid each day till finally you snapped. Seonghwa was at your door banging and yelling for you, you snatch open the door as you confront him “leave me alone you fucking bastard!” You yell, Seonghwa stared at you in shock. His eyebrow twitched and his jaw tightened, “That’s no way to talk to daddy” you scoffed at him “Daddy? Get a grip Seonghwa, whatever this fetish thing you got is too much, take it to someone else” you try to slam the door but Seonghwa stopped it. He forced himself into your apartment and pinned you to the wall “You’re not being cute, I hate that you’re not being CUTE” Seonghwa yelled his movements becoming erratic. You tried to fight the male off, but he grabbed your face and banged your head against the wall knocking you out cold.
Now here you are, pinned by Seonghwa’s body as he mercilessly thrust into your body. Seonghwa had kept you hostage for about 2 months, since then your entire life had changed. No longer did you wear your regular clothes, they were thrown away as you now wear all the cute onesies and outfits Seonghwa bought. Lacey pure white socks alway accompanied the outfits, and a matching pacifier. You had to rely on Seonghwa for everything, and he was happy about it. “I love you so much…I love my baby so much” Seonghwa panted, his hands gone from your neck and squeezing your body and sides. You felt the tears run down your face as Seonghwa kissed your lips “You’re so fucking Cute”
Dance with me (Yandere!Idol! Hongjoong x Stylist! Reader)
Warning: Death Threats, Stalking, Obsessive behavior, threats of non-con, Sexual Assault
“2 minutes till Cyberpunk” the stage director yelled out. You placed the clear shades on Hongjoong as he fixed his gloves, “After the show I need you to meet me in private” Hongjoong smiled as he grabbed his mic and ran to his members. You felt your heart drop at the thought of meeting Hongjoong privately, yes you two have been getting close during this tour, but at the same time you tried to keep everything professional.
You went back to the dressing room cleaning your station, your fellow stylist Stacy had decided to be a nosy brat and ask “so what does Mr. Hongjoong want with you?” You shrug your shoulders as you look to her. “I don’t know…”you say, she scoffed “oh you do know, don’t act like we haven’t noticed how you and Mr. Hongjoong seem to have been getting closer since the start of this tour” Stacy sneered “the way he always goes to you for styling and not to any of the other stylist, the way he treats you to coffee and snacks, the long touches and constant hugs he gives you…” you have never realized that about Hongjoong, true you would accept a cup of coffee every now and then, but it’s coffee.
You rolled your eyes “it’s probably to tell me a good job” you rationalize “in private” Stacy quirked and eyebrow. “I don’t know why he wants to-…why do you even care” you ask now realizing Stacy’s intention. “What I can’t be curious?” Stacy asked. You scoffed as you walk outside to get some fresh air. Stacy’s words really got to you as you thought on the times you and Hongjoong were pass the professional relationship line. Many nights of just you and Hongjoong having a late night meal…or going on a night stroll, or even a day stroll.
You sigh as you hear the roar of fans erupt from the arena meaning it was time for the encore next stage. You walk back inside as you grab Hongjoong’s clothes, the members rush back ripping off their previous clothes. Before you could look for Hongjoong Stacy snatched the outfit from your hands, you look at the stylist confused and irritated “I’LL, take care of Hongjoong, you take care of Seonghwa” you knew you didn’t have time to protest. You bit your tongue as you go to the idol grabbing his discarded stage outfit by Stacy and quickly helped him put it on and fix his hair.
You felt eyes on you as Seonghwa crouches down to you eye level, Hongjoong had this look of anger and irritability on his face, Stacy was obviously trying to flirt with him to no avail, Seonghwa made a silly face at you making you giggle. Something in Hongjoong snapped as he grabbed his mic and went backstage with the others. The rest of the concert went off without a hitch as Ateez stood on the sinking platform waving goodbye to Atiny. The boys cheered and danced down the hallway as you and the other staff cheered and clapped for the group. “Thank you everyone for a smooth show, we couldn’t have done it without any of you” Hongjoong said.
A staff member had yelled out for drinks as everyone cheered in agreement. You cleaned up your station as Hongjoong stood next to you and whispered in your ear “Let’s talk” you stiffened up as you follow Hongjoong to a private room. Hongjoong looked to the floor his arms crossed, “was there something you wanted to talk about…sir” Hongjoong scoffed and smiled at the formality. Sir, since when have you called him sir? “Why weren’t you dressing me for the final stage…” Hongjoong asked, you look down as you think of a way to best explain why Stacy suddenly snatched his outfit from your hands and wanted you to help Seonghwa instead “Sir-“ you were cut off “Hongjoong…call me Hongjoong”you nodded.
“Right,Hongjoong…Stacy had took your clothes from me as you guys were coming so I had to help Seo-“ Hongjoong grabbed you by your neck. “My little duckling…I don’t like excuses…excuses are boring lies, and I hate liars” you grab the idols hand wanting him to let go. “You look so adorable struggling, though I wish we wouldn’t be in this position…I really wanted to confess romantically but this little moment can’t go unnoticed” you were scared, you began to shake as the idol smiled insanely before pressing his lips onto yours.
You placed your hands on Hongjoong’s chest as you tried to push him away. Needing air Hongjoong let you go, a thin rope of saliva connecting you two. “Your lips are much softer than I thought…I enjoyed it so much” Hongjoong sighed, your lips quivered in fear as you held back tears. “You’re mine now…understand” Hongjoong smiled, you shook your head “H-Hongjoong this is wrong…you can’t do this” you whisper scared of getting caught. Hongjoong frowned as he grabbed the back of your head, the tight grip holding you in place “I don’t care if this right or wrong, moral or immoral, or if this even a relationship you want…I want you so I’m going to have you” Hongjoong growled.
“Don’t make me fuck you into submission I won’t be gentle” Hongjoong smiled psychotically as his free hand grabbed you squeezed you chest. “Hongjoong hyung” Wooyoung’s voice called out, Hongjoong kept quiet hoping his band mate would walk by “Hyung! We’re leaving come on!” Wooyoung called out, Hongjoong sighed as he let you go and walked out the room. You collapse on the floor as you feel your chest get tight, hot tears ran down your face as you recalled the recent moment.
You were glad that you were on the last stop of the tour. You booked an early flight back home as you didn’t bother to tell anyone except the CEO making the excuse of family emergency. You sit on the soft plane seat as you try to relax and forget last night. Your phone buzzed as you check to see who’s calling you, it was one of Ateez’s manager, you had assumed that it was just him wondering where you were. “Hello?” You answer, “Did you really think that you could leave me so easily?” Hongjoong giggled in the phone. You pale as he continues “My sweet duckling, you can never escape me…I will always be by your side…not now of course but soon” you begin to hyperventilate as you looked for where Hongjoong was “Don’t worry I’m not on the plane…I have business to take care of back home, but once that’s finished…I’ll board the first plane to you” you hang up the phone as you sit back hoping that this was all a bad dream, a nightmare or something.
You couldn’t relax as thoughts of Hongjoong stalking you, being around the corner from you, always close to you. You had reached your apartment throwing your luggage anywhere and shutting all your window blinds. You felt anxious the whole night, you barely got any sleep that night.
For the next 2 months you were forever looking over your shoulder, hyper aware of your surroundings. Every time you stepped out of your home you felt like you were being watched. You struggled with your everyday life of working as a freelancer, you worried who was truly innocent and who was helping Hongjoong. You were going crazy as you slowly became more and more paranoid, it wasn’t until you got a call from one of the other stylist you worked with, apparently shortly after going back to South Korea Stacy had killed herself, or so everyone thought. You believed that Hongjoong killed her, taking your spot from him and sending you to Seonghwa, seemed to piss him off. The most you knew was that Stacy had “overdosed” in her closet.
You had entered your apartment after a long day of working, you wanted to take a hot bubble bath and have a glass of wine. You placed you jacket on the coat rack and kicked off your shoes. As you entered your living room you saw your kitchen light on, you could’ve sworn that you had the thing off, you walked to the kitchen to turn off the light. As you enter your heart stops, there standing at the sink, holding a glass of whine was Hongjoong. He wasn’t looking at you, he swirled the liquid around and sighed. “Duckling…I missed you so much, I was slowly going crazy not seeing you” Hongjoong said. You slowly back away from the crazed man, “I almost got on that plane with you…but if it wasn’t for the fact that manager-nim was keeping an eye on me…I would have” you look to your front door, “2 months without my ducky was agonizing” Hongjoong looked up.
You bolt towards the door as Hongjoong chases you. You try to open the door, however Hongjoong slammed the door back closed, he turned you around to face him. You try to scream but he covers your mouth “Aht aht, I don’t want to kill another person, killing Stacy was such a hassle, especially framing it as a suicide” Hongjoong sighs, your lip trembles at Hongjoong’s confession. “I didn’t like the way she treated you, the way she always looked at you with jealousy, she always spoke so bad about you, I hated her so much” you whimper, “I had acted like I wanted to get close to her…slipped some sleeping pills into her drink, drove her back home, mixed some rat poison, bleach, whatever I could get my hands on, forced her to drink it…and well bye bye Stacy” Hongjoong giggled.
You had tears fall as you wiggle to get away, “Oh my duckling, we’re going to be so happy”
Legs spread open in front of the mirror, his left hand on your waist so that you wouldn't fall, his right hand down there, two fingers in you, pumping fast. You looked so fucked out already from his fingers and he loved every single reaction you have shown through the reflection of the mirror.
"Look at you, so pretty for me..."
"Such a good girl."
"You're gonna cum, huh? Go on, cum for me..."
"I'm not done, baby. One more please? Thank you, my love."
aku suka ateez 2 tahun, di tahun 2022 awal aku jadi atiny mereka ke Indonesia bulan September aku ga bisa nonton. sekarang 2 tahun kemudian mereka kesini pun aku masih ga bisa nonton?? how funny😭 anyway iya, sama-sama seonghwa. hope we can meet soon
【Synopsis】 : If you win, you get a prize...But if yeosang wins he gets to fuck your tits.
『Word count』 : 531
-> Genre: Pwp, suggestive.
Pairing: Bestfriend!Yeosang x Bestfriend!Reader
[Warnings] : tit fucking. Breast play. Whiny Yeosang. Dirty talk. Swearing. Lowkey a facial, but eh. Mention of weed and alcohol.
Note: FIRST DAY OF OCTOBER LET'S GOO!!!! I know we are starting out with a small fic, but trust me!! There will be bigger ones the more we progress, hehe. Enjoy my darlings ♡♡
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You couldn’t quite put into words exactly how you ended up with your best friend sitting with his legs spread wide and his hard angry cock on full display for you with you sitting pretty between his thick thighs. But here you are. Maybe you could blame the weed you both had or the few drinks while playing Mario Kart. But all you knew was certain was the bet you both willingly agreed on. If you won, he’d rail you into bliss. If he won, he got to fuck your gorgeous tits.
Of course, he won.
You don’t know what you even thought as if you had a chance at winning against one of the greatest Mario Kart champions you know. But here you were, removing your shirt and bra while sitting so delectably on the floor. His eyes were glued to you, squeezing his cock while grunting as his hazing vision drank in your half-naked figure. You were even more gorgeous than he imagined. He had replayed the idea of sleeping with you countless of times in his head. But nothing would compare to the real thing.
“You ready.” You purred, finally stripping from your bra, letting him get a full view of your bouncy tits. You squeezed them together, playing with your hardening nipples while you waited for him to answer.
He just gulped a, “Fuck yes.” Gifting you permission to wrap your plump breasts around his cock shaft. He let go of himself, letting you tighten your soft balls of fat against him. He threw his head back for a moment, trying his best to savour the moment. The pure feeling of your warm tits. God, he needed to calm down before he came right on the spot.
“Look at me Sangie.” You held your nipples, tugging on them, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Yeosang finally looked back down, seeing you move slowly up and down, successfully jerking him off with your beautiful breasts.
“Fuck you have no idea how many times I’ve thought about this. The idea of you in any position. I needed you so badly.” His words spilled out before his brain could catch up but he didn’t care. He wanted you to know exactly what he thought of you. His little best friend that he’s known since you were teens. His best friends that he was madly in love with.
His best friend who was currently jerking him off with her tits.
“You gonna cum all over me Sangie? Spill your cum all over my tits. Maybe even getting some on my face.” Yeosang moaned loudly at your lewd words, gripping the couch so tightly his knuckles were turning white. You chuckled at him, shifting on your knees slightly to get closer to him so you could encase his cock between your breasts. “Come on baby. I want you to cum all over me.”
He lost it after that, feeling his cock twitch before practically exploding all over you. Hot ropes of cum, painting your tits and face. The poor boy was a puffing mess after this.
