Cloud Gatherer

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[zephimon]

Shared Void.

Light X Ryuzaki

Tags: self harm, depression, Light smokes, mutual destruction, gay, L Top, bottom Light Yagami , cervix kisses. Read at your own risk.

Wc: 8,756

It was two in the morning. The last band had long left the stage. The lights to the bar were on, trying to signal the last stragglers to leave.

Light sat at the bar waiting for his friend to get off work. He stared at his phone uninterested in what he was actually looking at.

Lately everything was just…boring.

He looked over at the people that hadn’t got the hint to leave yet, then at his half full beer. He secretly challenged himself to finish it before the two guys said ‘dude’ again.

He took two sips.

“Dude, you think they’re gonna kick us out?”

Light snickered under his breath, taking a few more sips of his beer.

When he looked back down at his phone again, the sound of the mic hitting the floor burned through his ears. Everyone shifted their attention towards the stage.

Light, who barely looked up from his phone, peered over.

The last group had long finished performing and was now cleaning off the stage.

Another Band Manager?

Light eyed the guy on stage. Square framed glasses, probably to cover the dark circles under his eyes. Stringy black hair. Rings on almost all his fingers.

Light snickered. He’s come to the bar enough, so he's seen his fair share of rotation of band managers.

The “death notes” stupid band name. Stupid band manager.

“I wonder how long this guy will last.” He muttered under his breath finishing off the rest of his beer.

The band manager dropped a few more items. Light got annoyed. He stood, tapping the bar to let his friend know he would wait outside.

It was summer, so the night was still hot. When Light stepped outside. He sucked his teeth. The air was still, barely a breeze drifted through. He leaned against the side of the building.

Reaching into his pocket. He really did want to quit, but between the boredom, the heat and the headache—his craving worsened.

He pulled out a cigarette, placing it to his lips. He didn't light it right away. He pulled out his phone. After aimlessly scrolling past a few videos, then finally lit it.

Inhaling deeply, holding it, then exhaling. He continued to scroll. Everything that came up was current events. Things have gotten so bad lately. Everything just made him feel worse.

The sound of the heavy metal door opened. The last people were leaving the bar. Light still had to wait until everyone left for his friend to clock out.

The heavy metal door slammed shut with a click. He bit down on his teeth. The sound of the door closing left his head pounding. He took another drag of his cigarette, letting it hang freely from his lips like he didn’t even want it. Then continued looking at his phone.

Cars outside drove past. Distant screams from people leaving neighboring bars, laughter clinging to every vessel in his brain. He just wanted to leave. What was taking so long? He pulled out another cigarette, placing it between his teeth.

The door to the bar opened again.

A band member carrying out equipment.

Light clenched his teeth as the door was about to slam shut.

Before it closed, it was being held by the new band manager. He pushed it open . Placing something in front to keep the door open. He glanced over at Light, then back into the bar.

“Let's get the rest of the stuff in the van.”

The band manager stepped out into the heat, reaching into his pocket.

He pulled out a cigarette, but didn't light it . He bit down on it a few times. Twisting it around his mouth.

Light looked over. “Need a light?”

“No, I quit. I just like to bite down on it.”

“Oh…okay.” Stupid.

The new band manager stood there for a while listening to the sound of the current video Light was watching. “They still haven't caught that guy? You think it would be open and shut.”

“You know this case?”

“I read about it somewhere.”

Light raised a brow.

“Its like they're covering their tracks before they make an arrest.”

“Right.” Light nodded, looking back at his phone. That was something he was thinking too.

Ryuzaki put the unlit cigarette back into the box, he reached his hand out. “I'm Ryuzaki.”

Light held his hand out. “Light.”

“Im the new band manager.”

“Mm.” Light nodded

Silence then—

Some yelled from behind. “Ryuzaki the vans packed.”

Ryuzaki turned to leave. “See you around.”

“Mm.”

Light's friend came out next. He saw Ryuzaki walking away. “Who was that?”

“The new band manager I guess.”

“Another one?”

“Yup.”

—

Light walked shoulder to shoulder with his friend. He looked at his phone the entire time. His friend purposely kept bumping into him.

“Stop.”

“Pay attention to where you're walking.”

Light sucked his teeth pushing his phone in his pocket.”

“You still have that headache?” His friend asked.

“Yup.”

“How long has it been now?”

“Three weeks.” But that was a lie. It’s been months on and off. He just finally decided to say something.

“You should get that checked out.”

“Yea I know.”

His friend bumped into him again. “You still coming tomorrow night?”

“If I have to.”

“You have to.”

“Then ill be there.”

The friend’s phone rang. It was his girlfriend. He talked to her for the rest of the way home.

Light pulled out another cigarette. He didn't light it right away, he just put it between his teeth a few times and bit down. Stupid. He pulled out a lighter and lit it.

—

The next day, Light was back at the bar. His head still pounding. It was almost closing time so the music was slower. The stream of lights moved quickly across his face. He rubbed his temples . Chugging the rest of his beer. He tapped the bar to signal his friend.

“Im going out for a smoke.”

His friend casually nodded. Moving to serve the next person.

Light stepped outside. Leaning against the wall. The night sky was clear, but the temperature for the last few days hadn’t broken. Sirens and people laughing passed him in waves. He tried to ignore it.

Click.

The door to the bar opened. He didn't look up. He braced himself for it to slam shut. But it closed softly. He looked over at the person standing by the door exhaling.

Ryuzaki looked at him and nodded. “Smoke break.”

“I thought you didn't smoke.”

Ryuzaki pulled out a cigarette and put it to his lips. Just biting down on it.

“I can't tell them that. How else am I supposed to get out of there.” he laughed, but it wasn’t really funny.

Click.

The door opened again. Ryuzaki reached for it, but before he could grab it, it slammed shut.

Light sighed, rubbing the side of his head.

“Headache?”

“Yeah. It’s just too loud.”

“Why don’t you leave then?”

“Im waiting for a friend.”

Why didn’t he leave? He could always come back. But if he stayed back at their apartment he’d have to be there alone.

“You waited yesterday too.”

“Mm.”

Ryuzaki didn't say anything after that. He just bit down on the tip of his unlit cigarette before turning to leave.

The door closed softly.

—

Light stayed outside the bar for the remaining hour and a half. The crowd of people left in waves before the staff started exiting. Light was sitting on the ground by the time his friend came out.

His friend tapped Light's shoe with his foot. “You never came back in.”

“Too loud.”

“I suppose you're not going to the after party with me?”

Light rolled his eyes. “You said you’d go straight home today.”

“What does it matter? You’re not tired are you?”

“Where is it?”

“One of the crew members' house. He has a condo with a balcony.”

“Fine.” Light stubbed out his cigarette and stood.

—

The taxi ride over wasn’t long. Light stared out the window as lights outside glared. The sound of his friend talking with someone they shared the taxi with started to fade. Well, at least to him.

His friend tapped him. “Right Light?”

“Yea.”

He wasn’t actually listening though. His mind drifted. For a moment he thought of a world free from harm, he thought of a world where he had value and could do good for people. His mind softened and for a moment his headache was gone.

The taxi stopped. And the jerk of the vehicle brought him back.

“Light we’re here.”

—

You could hear the music from outside the door. When it opened Light clenched his teeth. The music was too loud. His friend looked back. “you okay?”

He nodded pulling out earplugs, putting them in.

The condo was dimly lit with strobe lights off to the corner. Light squeezed through a couple making out, heading towards the kitchen.

The kitchen wasn’t as loud. He grabbed a cup filling it with whatever was in the drink bowl. He looked around, his friend already found someone new to talk to.

“Who’s house is this again?” Light shouted over the music.

“One of the band members I think.”

Light nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

He stood awkwardly at the island as his friend chatted with other people. He could still feel the vibrations of the music. Mixed with the beer from earlier and his empty stomach, his head started to hurt.

He looked at his friend, then started to leave the kitchen.

“Where are you going?”

“Bathroom.”

Past the crowded stairs, and down the hall, Light found his way into an empty bedroom. Once the door shut he could barely hear the music. The room was dimly lit. Neat. Like it was hardly lived in.

He sat down at the edge of the bed. Popping out the ear plugs, pulling out his phone. He exhaled slowly. He was only on it for a second, but he was already bored.

He swiped over to the news app to see if there was any update on the case. There wasn’t. He plopped down on the bed, pulling out a cigarette. He didn't light it, he just put it between his teeth. He looked over the room. Although it didn't look lived in, there were tells that it was occupied. Shoes by the door. Charger in the wall. Pens at the desk.

Light chewed on the tip a little more. “Boredd…”

The door to the room opened. Light didn't budge, he sat up on his elbows, staring at the person that walked in.

Ryuzaki stood there. He looked at Light, then at the orange ear buds beside him.

Ryuzaki raised a brow.“Too loud?”

“Yea a little.”

“Why not just leave?”

“Im waiting for my friend.”

“Mm.”

Light looked at Ryuzaki. He hadn’t knocked before he came in. “Is this your room?”

“Mmhm.” Ryuzaki walked over to the bed, pulling out a lighter. He leaned over, softly tapping Light’s knee. “You need a light? You can smoke on the balcony.”

“Oh no.” Light quickly took the cigarette from his mouth, placing it back in the box.

The door to the balcony was cracked. Some of the people on the lower level started cheering.

Light winced. He could feel his head starting to pound again. He rubbed his temples.

Ryuzaki walked over to the balcony door and shut it. “You still have a headache?”

“Yeah.”

“You took anything for it?”

“Nothing helps.”

Light stood rubbing the edges of his temples. “Im gonna leave.” Ryuzaki reached for his wrist. It was quickly yanked back.

Ryuzaki apologized. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay, it just caught me off guard.”

“Let me take you home”

Light rubbed his wrist, before nodding. “Okay.” He was ready to go anyway.

Downstairs , Light found his friend.

He was currently making out with his girlfriend who showed up late.

Light tapped his shoulder. “Hey I'm leaving.”

He looked at Light, then at the band manager swirling his keys in his hand.

His friend raised a brow. “Okay. See you back at the apartment.”

—

The car ride was quiet. The music set to low. Ryuzaki fingers tapped against the steering wheel at a red light.

Light sat with his legs pressed together holding his wrist. His head leaned against the window, waiting for the light to change. When it did, he noticed the car didn't move right away, he shifted his gaze towards the driver seat, Ryuzaki was looking at him.

“Sorry.” He mumbled , pressing on the gas and pulling off.

Light didn't say anything. The urge to smoke, to scream, to—

his head was throbbing. He watched as the lights blurred from outside

“Do you always wait for your friend?” Ryuzaki’s low tone cut through the silence.

“Mmhm.”

“How come ?”

Ryuzaki paused when the answer didn't come right away. “I'm sorry that's none of my business.”

Light answered anyway. “I don't have anything better to do I guess.”

“Mm.” Ryuzaki hummed. Something he could understand.

“What do you do for work?”

“Cyber security.”

“Really. That sounds cool.”

“It's not. It's predictable and boring.” Light turned his head to face Ryuzaki. His fingers were slightly wrapped around the steering wheel, the veins in his hand protruded. His wrist was slim, covered in vertical scars.

Light swallowed hard, shifting his attention back outside the window.

“If it's boring, why do you still do it?”

Light didn't respond to that, he just continued to stare out the window. Ryuzaki didn't press for an answer.

When they arrived at the familiar street, Light insisted on getting out at the corner.

“You sure here is fine? I can take you all the way.”

“It’s fine, thank you.”

“Okay see you around.”

Light walked slowly down the street until the lights to Ryuzaki’s car weren’t visible anymore.

He stopped at the steps to his apartment, pulling out a cigarette. He pressed it between his lips, biting down. He hesitated, then reached into his pocket for a lighter and lit it.

—

When Light finally came back in, he stood in his small bathroom that he shared with another person. He was at the sink for too long. There was a box in the cabinet mirror. He reached for it. His hand shook a little before he reached inside, pulling out a razor. There was a trace of resistance, but he still pressed it against his old scars. He inhaled, applying pressure to his skin. When he exhaled, blood dripped down his wrist into the sink. He ran the razor across his skin again. The second time didn't hurt as much.

When he left the bathroom he sat at his desk , opening his laptop. He signed into his job portal and started logging in codes. His wrist wrapped in white gauze.

It was six in the morning when his friend finally came home. He stumbled to the bathroom. There was brief hesitation before he came back out, knocking on Light’s door. He didn't bother waiting for a response. He was invasive like that.

Light hadn't gone to bed yet. He stared at his phone, unlit cigarette between his teeth.

His friend opened the door.

“Come in I guess”

His friend saw the gauze around his wrist, but before that, he noticed the box that hadn’t been touched in a week, facing a different direction.

“Stop cutting yourself.” He said as he walked over to Light. Checking to see if he bandaged himself properly.

“Leave me alone.”

“If you wanted me to leave you alone, you would’ve done a better job at hiding it.”

Light sucked his teeth.

“Seriously if you're this bored, why don't you just get a boyfriend.”

“Shut up.”

His friend sat at the edge of the bed inspecting his wrist. “what up with the band manager?”

Light continued to stare at his phone. “Nothing's up with him.” He paused. “I don't even think he's gay.”

His friend laughed, getting up to leave. “To be the smartest person I know, you sure are blind.”

The door shut after that. Light turned to his side to face the window. He pressed down on his wrist until it stung. Then drifted off to sleep.

In that two bedroom apartment, morning came through. The sun shined brighter, dimmed by the blackout curtains. The streets outside were alive, dulled by the sound of night life sleepers.

—

By the time Light woke up, it was already three in the afternoon. He woke to the sound of pots clanking. He walked into the kitchen, rubbing his temples. “You're loud.”

“And you're cranky”

Light reached for the pot of coffee. He poured it into the first cup he saw. Drank it black.

“You coming to work with me tonight?” His friend asked.

I don't know. I have some work to finish tonight. So we’ll see.”

“Okay. Here.” His friend slid a plate of food over. “Eat. That's probably why you still have a headache.”

Light leaned against the counter, blowing on his coffee before sipping it. “Not hungry.”

“well at least try to eat.” His friend took a piece of toast off his plate, shoving it to his lips.

Light took a bite just to get him to stop . “Happy now?”

“Nope. But what can I do? I have a few things to do before work, so I won't see you until later.”

His friend wiped his hands on a napkin. “Let me know if you're coming to the bar tonight.”

“…Kay.”

—

Light sat at his desk tracking patterns and checking for breeches. He stared at the screen for a while. When nothing changed he reached over, grabbing a cigarette, placing it between his teeth.

He opened his phone and saw his friend posted pictures from last night. He swiped through the slides.

There was a picture of him in it. He sucked his teeth “When did he take this?”

He moved to the next slide. His friend was chugging a beer. Light rolled his eyes.

When he got to the last slide, it was a photo of Ryuzaki.

He was sitting on the counter, toasting a red cup into the air. He had an unlit cigarette between his lips. He looked caught off guard, but he looked happy. Light furrowed his brows.

He zoomed in on the picture, over to his wrist. They were barely visible, but there were scars there. So I hadn’t imagined that.

He zoomed back out. Looking at the caption.

“ thanks for the amazing after party”

Everyone in the pictures was tagged. One of them stood out. @r.minor_

Light clicked on it. It was Ryuzaki’s page. There were only two posts.

One was of Ryuzaki. It was from a few years ago. He was holding a bass. His face was cut out of it. Black nail polish, rings on every finger.

The caption: I tuned my guitar to match my mood.

Light zoomed in on his wrist again. Same scars, but they were new.

He clicked on the next post. It was a video. He was at the ocean. The sun had already set. There was a faint reflection of the moon. You could hear the waves softly crashing against each other.

The caption titled: void.

A song played over the video. The person’s voice was low and raspy. They sung slow, almost in sync with the waves.

I don't cry anymore

It’s much more quieter now

The feeling of constantly fading

Deep within the ocean I drown

Light could feel his pulse skip. He blinked a few times, clicking on the comments.

-Ryu so sad, but so good.

-Sad people make great music

- fire emoji

-Drop the full song

Light clicked out of his profile. He sat his phone down and reached for the lighter. He switched back over to his computer rechecking for breeches. He found nothing of course.

For a moment it was quiet. There was a slight pain in his head. He stared at the screen until the images blurred. He could hear the faint hum of his computer and the slow drag of that finally lit cigarette, but that was it.

Ping.

The sound of his phone shook him out of deep thought. He didn't check it right away. Then it pinged again. He rolled his eyes, picking it up.

When he looked at it, he had two new notifications.

r.minor_ followed you

r.minor_ liked your photo

Light clicked on the photo he liked. It was a selfie from a few weeks ago. He was laying in bed. The sun shining across his face. Beaming down, making his hair seem more brown than it was. His hand was covering his eyes and there was a faint smile on his face. It was posted around 3pm.

the caption: Good morning night life people.

He remembered the exact moment he took that photo. After he posted it, he went to the bathroom and put two more slits in his wrist.

There was something in how ignorant people were. They’d comment and say you look so happy, never knowing how you actually feel in that moment.

He clicked off the photo of himself, then back into Ryuzaki’s profile, pressing follow without a second thought.

—

Light decided to stop pass the bar that night. He got there after midnight.

All the bands were done performing and the DJ was playing music. He sat down at the bar, waiting.

When his friend looked up, he rolled his eyes. “I told you to text me” he sat a beer in front of Light.

He popped the lid open. “I forgot.”

His friend rolled his eyes. “Now you have to go home on your own. I'm leaving early to meet my girl.”

Light took a sip of his beer. “Okay…I'm not a child.”

“Did you take a nap? You’re so cranky.”

Light didn’t respond.

His friend walked off to serve another guest.

—

Light was sipping his beer when he saw Ryuzaki out the corner of his eye.

Ryuzaki sat beside him. He looked at the drink in Light’s hand, then at the bandage around his wrist.

Light noticed. He didn't say anything. He didn't shift. He just took another sip of his beer.

His gaze shifted to Light's eyes now. “I didn't think you were coming tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

Ryuzaki looked back at his wrist. “You're hurt. Your job that dangerous?”

It was a joke. A bad one. But a joke nonetheless.

“Oh…I hurt myself cooking earlier.”

Lie.

“Mm” Ryuzaki didn't probe. He saw the picture earlier. It might not have been obvious to everyone else, but he saw the impressions on his wrist.

The music boomed between them. Making the silence more obvious. Light rubbed his head, taking another sip of his beer.

“Another headache?”

“Same headache.”

When his friend saw Light talking to someone he came over.

His hands slammed hard against the bar top “Band manager!.”

“You know my names Ryuzaki right”

“I know, but I like the sound of band manager.” He slid Ryuzaki a beer.

“Band manager…can I inconvenience you for a bit”

Ryuzaki hummed, taking a sip of the beer.

Light rolled his eyes.

“I left my work phone at your house yesterday. Can you pleasee take my very cranky friend here back to your place to get it? He’ll find his own way home.”

Light stopped drinking. The beer left in his mouth went down hard. He looked at his friend with disgust. Then to Ryuzaki.

“You don't have to—“

but before he could finish, Ryuzaki was already agreeing to it.

“Thank you so much band manager.”

A customer tapped on the bar.

“Ok gotta serve.” His friend walked off without a second thought.

For some reason the music didn't feel as loud anymore. It was quiet between them like something was supposed to be said. Light didn't speak, he just continued to drink his beer. Swallowing the urge to jumper over the bar and strangle his friend.

“Are you staying long?” Ryuzaki asked, deciding to break the silence.

“Ill leave when you're ready.”

“I don't have to take the guys tonight so we can go now.”

“Okay”

Light finished off the rest of his drink before following a few paces behind him.

—

Light didn't really get a chance to see the condo for what it was the night before. It was dimly lit with too many people packed in.

This time, with the lights on, he was slightly surprised.

The walls were all white, the furniture a different shade of white. Nothing out of place, like he didn't just have more than twenty people here the day before.

Light walked toward the kitchen, where his friend spent most of the night. He slid his finger across the marble island. “do you really live here?”

Ryuzaki chuckled. “Why is it that bad?”

“I just thought it would be different.”

Ryuzaki started looking for the phone “Dark and gloomy?”

Light smiled faintly “Exactly that.”

“Well my studio is where the darkness really excels.”

“You make music?” He asked like he didn't already know the answer.

“Mm…” Ryuzaki looked around some more. “Did he say where the phone was?”

“Let me call.”

His friend picked up on the fist ring. He was still at the bar. The music echoed through the phone.

“Where’d you last see your phone?”

“Hold on I’ll call it.’”

The call went silent for a second then Light's phone buzzed in his hand.

Text message: Friend(work phone) : get laid, it'll help with the headaches.

At the time Ryuzaki was still looking through the drawers.

The music sounded back through the phone. “Sorry Light—“

Light hung the phone up.

Ryuzaki noticed he was staring at his phone quietly. “what did he say?”

“It’s dead.”

“Oh…”

Neither of them spoke, like they both understood what position this so-called friend placed them in.

Light rubbed his temples. Getting ready to leave.

“If your head still hurts, I have a remedy for that.

Light hesitated for a moment, then sat down at the island. “Try your luck.”

—

Ryuzaki stood at the counter chopping various fruits around the kitchen.

Light watched from the island.

Ryuzaki’s back was turned to him. His shoulders were broad. But he was on the slimmer side.

Light had his hand under his chin. Listening to sound the knife made against the cutting board. For a second it calmed him. Slow even strokes every time the knife slammed down. He could feel his breathing slowing. He hadn’t gotten proper sleep in days. His eyes drifted closed.

Just for a second, the throbbing in his head stopped.

Ryuzaki tapped his shoulder. “Im gonna turn the blender on. Do you want ear plugs?”

Light opened his eyes. Ryuzaki was too close. His shirt hung low in the front. Adam's apple bulged out. The chain around his neck, swinging as he waited for Light to answer.

“Oh… No, it's fine.”

The blender turned on, then off not much later. A glass was placed in front of Light. Ryuzaki leaned against the counter waiting.

Light took a sip.

“How is it?”

“Not bad.”

Ryuzaki chuckled. Accepting that as a win.

Silence settled between them. Ryuzaki watched as Light finished the smoothie. His throat bobbing after each swallow. When he locked eyes with Light, he realized he might’ve stared too long. He went to the sink, to wash the blender. He put his hand under the water until it ran hot. “What do you usually do for fun?”

Light took another sip of the smoothie. “You’re looking at it.”

Ryuzaki snickered. Turning the water off. “So then do you wanna watch a movie?”

Thump. Thump. Light swallowed the sound of his pounding heart. “Sure.”

—

They settled on a scary movie. Something about having a contest to guess the plot. But that was short lived when Ryuzaki heard the faint sound of breathing. He looked over. Light had already fallen asleep only after a few minutes.

Ryuzaki stood, grabbing a nearby blanket.

When he went to put the blanket over Light, he noticed his bandage was leaking. He went to the kitchen to grab the first aid kit. Light didn't budge not once. Not when he unraveled the bandage and saw the scars. Not when Ryuzaki rubbed his thumb over them to apply ointment —but really to check how deep they were.

When Ryuzaki was done, he put the blanket on Light. He stood over him, watching. He reached into his pocket to put a cigarette between his teeth. He didn't light it. It hung freely as he stared at the rise and fall of his chest.

Light shifted a little, rubbing his nose then drifted back to sleep.

Ryuzaki smiled faintly, leaning down to move the hair from Light’s face. The tips of his fingers leaving a lingering heat as he moved to brush the hair to the side. Hm.

—

Light woke on his own. The sun shining bright on his face. He turned over, not really knowing where he was. His eyes were still pressed shut. He felt pressure around his wrist. When looked down. His bandage was new. Wrapped tight and neat around his wrist. His pulse spiked. He sat up, realizing where he was. Right.

He took the blanket off and stood. He tapped his pocket, his phone was there. When he headed to the door Ryuzaki stepped out the kitchen.

“You’re leaving?” He was holding two cups of coffee.

“…yeah.”

Light walked to the door. Sliding his feet in his shoes.

Ryuzaki sat the cups down. “Let me take you.”

“No. It’s fine.”

“Okay. See you—“ The door shut.

—

When Light got to his apartment, his friend was already sitting at the table eating lunch.

“Heyyy! You’re finally home.”

Loud. Light subconsciously rubbed his head. But the throbbing was gone.

“Was it that good?” His friend continued to pester. “You’ve been gone for two days.”

Two days. Light reached for his phone. It was dead. He didn't respond to his friend, he just shut the door to his room. Plopping down on his bed.

Two days. I slept for two days. He reached over to put his phone on the charger, remembering that he had work today.

He sat up, rubbing his head again. It still didn't hurt.

He went to his desk flipping open his laptop, checking the date. It really had been two days.

The pounding in his chest was back. He looked down at his wrist, at the new bandage. He sucked his teeth. Reaching for a cigarette.

He put it between his lips. He typed a few things into his computer. Then reached for the lighter. He flicked it open, then closed. He looked back at his screen. Completing a few tickets that were in the system. He took the cigarette out his mouth, putting it back in the box.

Once he finished the work that piled up the last few days. He laid back in his bed. The sun was setting. He looked at his phone. He had two missed calls from his friend. And two new notifications:

Don't be mad at me

I know you're having fun but you can at least answer.

Light rolled his eyes.

He went to his social to check the notifications.

Nothing.

His fingers subconsciously went to check Ryuzaki's profile. There was a new post.

It was a photo. Two cups of coffee, one empty one full.

Caption: breakfast

A sad song played over it. But Light didn't know it.

His pulse quickened.

He clicked on the comments. There were only a few.

-Ryu you have to actually eat breakfast

-who broke you’re heart man

Ryuzaki liked the last comment.

Light threw his phone to the side. His head didn't hurt. He could finally think, but now he didn't want to.

Light’s room darkened with just the street light shining through. He heard his friend leaving for work. He didn't go to the bar tonight. He didn't log back into work. This was the first night in a while he could just go to sleep. But his mind was too awake. The sound of his stomach forced him to go to the kitchen to make something to eat.

—

When he went to the kitchen, there was already a plate of food at the table.

The note said: eat up heart breaker :)

Light rolled his eyes. Sitting down at the table to eat. It was rice and beef. He took a bite—then smiled. He forgot how well his friend cooks.

He opened the news app while he was eating. Reading through the recent events. Same terrible shit as always. He sucked his teeth.

At that moment, a notification appeared at the top of the screen.

r.minor_sent you a message.

Light opened it.

r.minor_: how's your head?

Light waited a few minutes before responding.

_akira_: It's fine.

r.minor_: are you coming to the bar tonight?

_akira_: no,, too sleepy

r.minor_: you didn't get enough sleep?

Light gripped the edges of his phone. His chest tightened.

Fuck you Ryuzaki.

He chose not to respond. He leaned back in his chair, thought about it for a second, then sent another message.

thanks.

Ryuzaki didn't respond to that. He was backstage. His band was next to go on. Intermission music sounded in the background. He smiled at his phone screen, unlit cigarette between his teeth.

—

The next day Light woke with a slamming headache. There was ringing in his ears. Even with the blackout curtains, the sun still found its way in. He sat up, looked at his phone. It was 2pm.

Ugh. He plopped back down on his bed. He reached under his mattress grabbing the razor under his bed. He held it to his wrist but hesitated. Why does my head hurt so bad? He threw the razor against the wall. Rubbing his temples. He reached for his phone, texting his friend.

medicine ASAP!

Within seconds he was coming down the hall, handing Light the medicine.

“I thought you said it doesn't work.”

“It doesn't.” Light took the medicine from him, taking a higher dose than necessary.

His friend looked worried. “Weren’t you fine yesterday? Just do that again”

“Can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Band manager…made me a smoothie.” Light winced through his words. “Get out please.”

“Ungrateful.” His friend left, pulling out his phone. Slamming the door on purpose.

Ugh.

When an hour had passed and the pain in Light’s head hadn't dulled, he battled asking Ryuzaki for the ingredients to the smoothie. His fingers hovered over the message box, typing out messages then deleting them. Coward.

When he finally found the courage to send something. A message slid down from the top of the screen

r.minor_ sent you a message.

Come over.

That was it. Light rolled his eyes. Who does he think he's talking to? He wanted to send that back, but his head hurt too much. He typed out okay, tossing his phone to the side. He sat up, dragging himself out of bed, mumbling under his breath as he got dressed.

—

Light caught a taxi ride over. He wore dark sunglasses to cover his eyes. He stood at the entrance to Ryuzaki place, hesitating to knock. Why did I come here?

When he turned to leave, the front door opened.

Ryuzaki was leaning against the door frame. “Leaving?”

Light turned slowly. “No.”

He gestured for Light to come in.

He did. Sliding his shoes off by the door and going to sit down.

Ryuzaki walked past him to the kitchen. He didn't say a word.

The living room lights were low. Light took his glasses off, swallowing, bracing himself to ask if he could make the smoothie again. “Hey Ryu—“

The sound of the blender turned on. Light eyes twitched. His voice stuck in his throat.

When it went off, Ryuzaki came from the kitchen, placing a cup in front of him. Light didn't say anything.

Ryuzaki sat in the seat across from him. He leaned back with his legs crossed. He bit down on the tip of his finger. There was a faint smile on his face.

Was this funny to him?

Light sucked his teeth. Reaching for the smoothie.

Ryuzaki watched him. Every sip, every gulp—his eyes stayed locked on Light. Right up until the drink was empty.

Light didn't say anything the entire time. He nervously kept looking at Ryuzaki, then back down at his drink.

When it was done, Ryuzaki stood. He reached his hand out for the cup. Light gave it to him.

“Try to get some sleep. I have to do some work in my studio. I'll come back to check on you.”

Light didn't even get a chance to answer. Ryuzaki was already walking away.

He leaned back on the couch. Why would I willing go to sleep here?

He wanted a cigarette, he pulled out his phone instead? Scrolling through it until he got bored.

—

It was 10 pm when Light finally woke up. He was rubbing his eyes. When he looked over. Ryuzaki was sitting on the couch across from him, legs crossed, reading a book.

“How many days?”

Ryuzaki closed his book. “Just six hours.”

Light reached up stretching. His shirt lifted slightly.

Ryuzaki bit down on his bottom lip. “It’s late. You should stay and try to get more sleep. I'll make you another smoothie before you leave.”

But Light was already standing to leave. “No thanks.”

Ryuzaki reached for his wrist. This time, Light didn't have enough time to pull back.

Ryzaki’s grip tightened, then loosed—just enough to run his finger over the slits on Light's wrist. “You should stay.”

Light chest tightened, his face flushed red. A tingling sensation ran through his body. His words came broken. “W-why?”

Ryuzaki pulled him in closer. His grip around his wrist tightened again. His warm breath sending heat to the pit of Light’s stomach. “I thought I made it obvious.”

His eyes widened. He turned his face away from Ryuzaki’s piercing gaze.

“I guess I have to be more direct with you.” Ryuzaki’s freehand reached up to brush the hair blocking Light’s face. He tipped his chin up, placing a soft kiss to his neck. “I want to take care of you.” His lips were warm against Light's skin.

He shuddered through the heat rolling through his body. For a second he couldn't move.

Ryuzaki whispered into his neck. “Will you let me?”

Light stood in place for too long. Face bright red. Nodding.

—

Ryuzaki sat at the desk in his room waiting for Light.

When he stepped out the shower, he didn't move right away. He awkwardly stood by the bed, wrapped in a white robe, deciding what to do next.

It wasn’t his first time, but has has been a while.

“Take off your robe and sit on the bed.” Ryuzaki didn't even look up from his book when he gave the orders.

Light sucked his teeth, but his hands moved to slide the rob off, down onto the floor.

the book Ryuzaki was holding finally closed. He placed it down, walking over to Light.

He stood over him. Watching as Light lay naked in the middle of his bed. He leaned down and reached for Light’s arm.

Light wanted to pull away, but he didn’t. He just let Ryuzaki place soft kisses on the lines on his wrist.

The marks were the same as the last time.

“You haven’t cut yourself again.” Ryuzaki whispered into his wrist.

Light sucked his teeth, turning his head away. “What does it matter to you. You cut yourself too.”

Ryuzaki smiled, pressing his lips to his wrist again.

He shuddered at the sensation blooming through his body.

“I know, but I have self control. Where as you…” Ryuzaki paused, moving his lips higher up Light's arm. “…you’re too impulsive.”

Light sucked his teeth, pushing out his lips. But that didn’t stop Ryuzaki. He moved higher, now at his shoulders. Following the vines in his skin with his lips.

Light twitched under him. Under the soft press against his skin.

“Why do you think I haven’t been fucked you? Hm?” Ryuzaki was at his nipples now. Slowly dragging his tongue over the peak. Kissing and nipping. Bruising that beautiful pale skin with red blemishes. “When I found you in my room…” his mouth dragged lower. “I could’ve fucked you right then and there and you wouldn’t have done anything to stop me.”

Light shuddered at those words, covering his mouth to block the moans from slipping out.

“The problem with you is…” Ryuzaki kissed down his torso.

The sides of Light’s body sank the lower he moved.

Ryuzaki whispered into his belly button. “You need to be told what to do.” His tongue moved, dragging lower, down into his thighs. Light wanted to tell him to shut up, but nothing came out.

Ryuzaki kissed down his legs, landing at his feet. “Let me tell you what to do.”

He paused, leaving space for Light to respond despite already knowing the answer. He pressed soft kisses at his feet while he waited. “Let me take care of you.”

Light didn't say anything, the back of his hand still covered his mouth. His chest rose and fell too hard. He stared at Ryuzaki. He was serious. Why was everything telling him to say yes.

His words were trapped in his throat. All he could do was nod.

Heat surged through Ryuzaki. He moved Light's hand from his mouth, leaning in to kiss those beautiful thin lips. He bit down hard, dragging his teeth slowly across the bottom lip, before he kissed Light once more. “Good.”

Ryuzaki lifted Light’s legs up, exposing the beautiful line from the tip of his toes, to the curve of his ass. Damn he’s so beautiful.

His legs were spread wide open. His cock twitched in response.

Light's face was turned, he couldn't watch. His mind was clear, but his head felt hot.

His body shuddered as Ryuzaki peppered the inside of his thigh with kisses. Soft supple movements sending chills down his spine.

Spit slid down his entrance and he immediately turned to face Ryuzaki.

Ryuzaki watched him, smiling as heat surged through his body. He pressed a thumb to Light’s entrance, gently smoothing the saliva over it, then pressing his thumb in.

“Let me guess…” His thumb went in deeper. “You like it rough?”

Light didn't say anything. His heart was beating too quick. He held his breath. His teeth clenched as bit back every curse word he wanted to say.

When his thumb popped out, Light’s beautiful pink hole clenched a few times in response.

Ryuzaki smirked, "Don't worry. Im about to fill you back up.”

“Shut up.” Light said through clenched breaths.

Ryuzaki laughed. Reaching for the lube. He spread it around his cock until the entire length was greased. He stroked himself a few times, smiling as Light watched.

He lined himself up, circling the tip of his cock around his soft pink hole. He pushed in slowly.

Light’s legs were still up, knees pressed together now. Wincing at the intrusion.

Ryuzaki pressed in a little more. Only the head was in. He pressed a kiss to Light’s calf as he breathed in the scent of his own shower gel. “Relax.”

“Im…trying.” He bit down on his words, but his ass just kept clenching around the thickness.

Ryuzaki slid in more, slower, deeper. Steadying his breath as he slid through the tightness, at pulsing around his cock, at the desire pin him down, and fuck him so.damn.hard.

He exhaled through his nose. Pushing in more, until his thickness sank entirely into Light. Mnf.

He didn't wait for Light to adjust. He just kissed his calf again and slowly started moving. Small shallow thrusts . Easing his cock in and out of that tight hole. Rocking into him.

Slowly dragging his cock back and forth, because that was just how he liked it. Chills ran through his body, but he kept his strokes consistent. Eyes open. He wanted this so bad.

And Light just laid there. Eyes locked on how Ryuzaki fucked him. How he smiled when he pulled back and bit down on his lip when he sank in deeper. Light’s breathing was slow. There was fluttering in his stomach. He couldn’t ignore it. His grip around Ryuzaki’s cock tightened.

Ryuzaki pulled almost all the way out, so slow, so teasingly—just leaving the tip in. He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful Light looked beneath him. How he kept wincing, stifling his moans as his asshole clenched for anything. He was going to take really good care of him.

The distance between them deepened. Ryuzaki's hands moved to Light's waist, lifting him off the bed. “Is your headache gone?”

Light nodded, bracing himself.

He kissed Lights legs that were on his shoulder. “That’s good. Now I can fuck you the way you want.”

“Shut—“ but before Light could finish, Ryuzaki was already thrusting into him. Hard and deep, past his prostate, to a place only Ryuzaki could reach. Marking the depths of his hole with the tip of his cock.

Then slower, more steady. Just to rub the ridges of his tip past Light’s sweet spot. Just to feel the sensation Light’s body made every time he passed it.

And Light happily accepted the gesture. Waves of electricity ran through his body as he gripped the bedding beneath him.

Ryuzaki looked down at his cock sliding in and out. Light was clenching, sucking him in deep. He held back his moans, but his body happily fell in sync as Ryuzaki continuously pulled him back on his cock. And the twitching around his cock—

“Not yet.” Ryuzaki muttered through panted breaths.

But Light could already feel his body heating up. His orgasm on the cusp of breaking. It’s been too long and the pleasure—the pain. He couldn't hold back.

“Mnf…I can’t…” He pushed out through choked moans. Through sudden ache beneath his ribs.

Ryuzaki slammed into him a few more times. Each stroke deliberately angled to hit that spot. Just to push Light closer to the edge. Shit. To push himself closer. Heat growing deep in his pelvis.

He pulled out. And Light almost whined at the loss. At the sudden emptiness. At being so damn close. His brows furrowed as he tried to control his breathing.

And Ryuzaki smiled. Turning Light onto his stomach, exposing the beautiful arch in his back.

Light didn't say anything. Not when he turned him over. Not when he smacked his ass so hard the stinging made his cock twitch. But when Ryuzaki circled the tip of his cock over his entrance, over and over. Just teasing, just watching Light’s hole begging to be filled he couldn't help but whine. “Stop teasing. Just put it—“

Before Light could finish, Ryuzaki was already slamming into him.

Light threw his head back. His moans stuck deep in his throat at the sudden pounding. Ryuzaki was too deep. Chill ran through his body even as heat blurred his vision.

But it wasn’t deep enough for Ryuzaki; he could go deeper. He wanted to—needed to. So he did. Each thrust pushing further and further until Light could feel it in his stomach.

“Ah…” he managed to let slip, as tears formed in the corner of his eyes. “It's too…deep.”

But it was just right for Ryuzaki. His entire length within the depth of that tight hole. It molded to him perfectly. So much so, he could no longer control the growing urge to mark him. To own him. To lock him up and never let him leave.

He looked down at Light. At how he happily took his cock. At how pale his skin was. He leaned over, brushing the damp strands of hair from the back of Lights neck. He kissed it. Then pushed into him deeper.

Light nearly cracked under the pressure. Moaning into the mattress. Eyes in the back of his head. He was there. A ripple of heat so close to burning him alive.

Ryuzaki kissed the back of his neck again. Which only intensified that heat.

His teeth went in next. They sank deep, piercing the skin. Blood trickled out, which only made Ryuzaki want to do it again. So he did. Lower, on his shoulder. Breaking the skin again. Still thrusting into him.

“Ahh…ngh...” The second bite was all Light could take. The heat in his gut burst. His vision blurred. Everything spilling out of him. Tears, moans, come. The sudden explosion of emotions caused his body to spasm.

His legs shook uncontrollably. Even as Ryuzaki continued to pound into him. Light's spasming body only intensified his peak. He slammed into again, until he could no longer hold back. His cock twitched, pulsing, trying to hold back. If only for a minute. But it was no use.

He breathed into the back of Light's neck. Into the stinging of the mark he left on him. “…can I come inside…?”

Light didn't answer. His teeth deep in his bottom lip, still shuddering through his orgasm.

“…Shit” It was too late. Ryuzaki was already coming. His cock pulsing as it spilled thick beads of come inside that hole. He continued to rock into him. Slowing his pace as his orgasm slowed.

When he pulled out, he flipped Light back over to his back. His face red, lips brushed. Damp hair clinging to his face. Damn.

He leaned in past Light’s beautiful wrecked face, close to his ear. His body still trembled.

Ryuzaki whispered, "I'm not done with you just yet.”

Light’s breath hitched. His mouth opened, but Ryuzaki was already placing a kiss on his lips.

Stealing whatever breath he had left. Whatever words he wanted to spill.

When Ryuzaki pulled back, he was already lining his still hard cock against the entrance. Pushing deep past the stick mess leaking out.

“Let me make you feel better.”

Through panted breaths, through the chilling sensation rolling through his body—Light nodded.

—

Light had slept for almost a whole day. He sat up, remembering what just happened. How many times did I pass out?

His body shivered at the thought. His cheeks dusting pink. He ran his finger through his hair as he reached for his phone. What time is it?

He looked at his phone. Only one notification.

Friend : Enjoy your smoothie ;)

Light sucked his teeth. Tossing his phone to the side. He pulled the blanket off his body—naked. Great.

He tried to sit up, but the weight of his body pulled him back down.

Ryuzaki watched him from the door. He looked so beautiful sitting in the middle of his bed, covered in his teeth marks, pathetically trying to get up.

“You shouldn’t try to get up just yet.”

Light looked over, Ryuzaki was carrying a smoothie and a cup of coffee. He didn't have a shirt on. His pants hung low on his waist and you could see a faint impression of his cock. His face turned redder than it already was.

Ryuzaki leaned over, placing his hand to Light's head. “You're red, I hope you don’t have a fever.”

Light pushed his hand away. “I don't.”

Ryuzaki put it back. “Keep still.”

Light did.

“No fever.”

Light wanted to say duh, but he pouted instead.

Ryuzaki reached for his jaw. He lifted it just enough to see Light’s eyes. Then he leaned down and placed a kiss on those beautiful pouty lips. “Drink your smoothie. I'll go and make breakfast. “

“…”

—

Later that day, when Light finally had enough sleep. He realized he hadn’t checked in at work. He used his phone to check his emails. Someone had covered for him. He exhaled. Going to the work portal to check if there were any new assignments. There were a few. He settled them quickly.

At the time, he received a notification

r.minor_ tagged you in a post.

Light opened it. It was a photo of two empty cups. The one he had his smoothie in and the cup Ryuzaki had.

The caption: shared void.

A song played over it. It was slow. The person sang soft and low. It was Ryuzaki’s voice.

We sit side by side

Somehow we match

Deep within the void

I found my match

Light pulse spiked. He looked over at Ryuzaki. He was sitting at the desk in his room, reading a book, smiling faintly.

A/n : i wrote this because i was depressed. 😔

[zephimon]

My Little Omega

Omega!Choso x Female!Reader

a/n: Honestly I just had and idea…

tags: fisting, tribbing, finishing on his asshole.

w/c: 1,545

Choso forgets to take his heat suppressants.

He forgets, because he has a lot on his mind.

He could’ve text Yuji to bring extra. Could’ve stopped at a pharmacy, but he forgets because you texted him and it made him flustered.

Choso should’ve waited for his ride to pick him up from his family dinner. He felt impatient waiting, knowing you were just inside. So he started walking. And when he felt his heat starting…

Choso could've called anyone to pick him up, but he asked you.

“Do you mind taking me home.” He ask barely able to make eye contact, twisting the edges of his shirt.

You nod. Of course you’re willing to take him.

But he smells.

Wreaks of pheromones. Does he know you can smell him? Does he know what his scent actually does to you?

You grip the keys in your hand, smiling, knowing this is about to be a disaster.

You open the car door for him.

He looks down, slightly shuddering, wrapping his arms around himself. His brows are slightly furrowed, like he’s unaware of the position he’s put you in.

Like he trust you to control yourself. So he willingly gets in.

Why you? why now?

Its not like you haven't noticed him before. The first day you met, his scent was all you could think about. It flooded your body, forcing you to do something unthinkable in a bathroom stall. And every time you see him—smell him, you’re forced to live with the memory.

Sweat drips from your temple as you try to control your mind. Gripping the edge of the door. Forcing yourself to close it. Despite wanting to slide him down in the seat and check to see how wet he his. You know he's drenched.

You bite down on your lip instead.

Sliding into the car, you’re immediately met with the most desperate scent. Flooding every inch of the space.

It’s destructive.

You know it is.

You steady your hand, turning on the car.

You battle whether or not to roll the windows down. The urge to smother yourself in his pheromones, then smother your self in his wet hole—its too strong.

You grip the steering wheel instead, never rolling the window down. You’re not that good of a person.

When you start driving toward his house, you can hear his panted breaths filling the car.

“Are you okay.”

“Y-yes.” He barely manages to get out.

You bite the inside of your lip. Shit. Shit. shit.

You can’t stop imagining how he feels. How he sounds when your fingers drill in and out of him. You bite down on the inside of your lip again. Gripping the steering wheel harder. Harder

The entire drive home is a blur. You stumble through the door to his apartment. You told him you shouldn’t come up, but he insisted. And now you have to battle morals and desire as he laid across the bed, panting, grinding against his arm.

You stand over him.

Watching as he desperately tries to relieve himself.

He reaches behind himself sliding his hand down into his underwear, into to his soaking wet hole. His wrist moves in a slow motion. Gliding in and out. Squelching sounds fill your ears. You want to rip his pants off and help.

You do.

You lean down onto the bed. Sliding between his legs. You move close to his ear, whispering. “Do you want me to help.”

And he agrees all too quickly. You mind wants to tear him apart. But you body moves slow, sliding his pants down with ease. Taking yours off aswell.

His entire body is hot—damp from the tips of his toes right up to the leaking hole. You kiss the edges of his feet. His body shudders beneath your lips. Then you move, down to his calf…his inner thigh…

Your there and its just as wet as you expected. And his cock is just as hard as you need it to be.

You kiss the tip of his cock. Swirling your tongue around the tip before shoving the entire thing in your mouth. Deep.

As deep as it can go.

And it goes deep.

But this isnt enough. Because despite you deep throating his twitching cock, he keeps rubbing his ass against your chin. Omegas.

You pull his cock out your mouth, spitting down on the tip. The saliva runs down, down towards his entrance. Down to that soaking pink hole. He moans panting, begging you touch him.

So you do.

Your thumb glides over his hole. He twitches.

So you push in, slow. Just the tip. Just to tease. He's so tight. Pathetically, clamping at your thumb.

He moans, filling the silence with desperate pleas. “Mnf…moree.”

Yeah. yeah. yeah. You already know.

But chills still run through your body, you can barely control yourself.

You extract you thumb sliding two fingers in, no warning, just as deep as they can go, his back arches off the mattress, “ahhh…mmm.”

Slick leaks down your fingers.

Your stomach fills hot, twisting. Why is he so hot. Why is he so desperate. You bite down on your lip. Shit.

Your fingers start moving slowly twisting, reaching deep into him. Pressing agaisnt his prostate. Harder, the more his finger curl into your hair. You kiss his inner thigh, pumping in and out. Over and over. His ass constantly clenches at your fingers begging you to add another.

So you do.

But you don't bother easing him into it, you know he can take it. So just as fast as a third finger goes in, a fourth is shortly behind. And his ass is all but swallowing your hand.

You start pumping, quicker, deep, harder. Each thrust of your wrist reaching deep inside him. You want to be deeper, you know he wants the same. You push in more sliding past your thumb, more, just a little…more.

“Mnf…ahh…”He winces, biting down on his lip, biting back moans. You twist in more, slower before your entire fist sinks into to him.

You kiss his thigh. Then the tip of his leaking cock.

You imagine getting him pregnant, angry that you can’t.

You slam your fist into him hard, twisting, reaching places you didn't know you could, driving past his prostate every time. And his body shudders each time you pass it.

You want to knot him and the thought of not being able to makes you pump you fist quicker.

He chokes on his moans, eyes leaking, gripping your hair so tight, but the stinging makes you wetter. Sweat drips down your forehead. You’re impatient, but you wait. Rubbing your thighs together, just to relieve the pressure between your legs. Pumping harder as his ass clenches around your wrist t. You know he's close.

“Ahh…I'm gonna come…”

you press your lips to his inner thigh and you feel tremors running through his body. His legs twitch beneath you, and his back—his ass arches off the bed. You press down on his stomach you can fill your hand inside him.

“No…don't—ah”

In an instant, come shoots from his cock. Pulsing out, leaking down onto his stomach, you can feel him throbbing inside before you extract your hand.

It drenched. You don't bother to wipe it off.

You just climb on top. “Wait…” he forces out through panted breaths.

“Don’t rub there. I just came.”

“Well I want to come too.” You say, sitting on top of him, grinding your wet pussy against his cock. Swirling your clit constantly over the tip.

You wish you could be inside him. You want to, but you have to settle for this.

You lift his legs up. High above his head. Scissoring between him. You run your entire wet cunt down his cock, past his balls, then over his asshole and it way too wet. It’s still twitching.

You press his legs down, harder. And he lets out a soft moan.

You start moving grinding your clit against his ass hole. The ripples of his entrance running over your clit—you could come right now. But you can’t.

You move slow easing your self into what will soon be your new way to come. And just as much as you’re enjoying it, so is he. You can feel him clenching for anything as you clit glides back and forth over his entrance.

And he's so wet, the stickiness makes each pass even more gratifying. Heat pools in your gut . You look down at him , he so beautiful. Then at your pussy running over his hole. Damn.

You move faster the quicker your orgasm builds. You can feel his hole clenching. You can feel his pulse through his hole pounding at your entrance. You wanna come, your gonna come, faster, now.

You rock into him, swirling, whatever you can to make your self feel better, his pheromones flood your senses, your mind feels weak, your finger sink into his thighs as your stomach twist. Your toes curl, but you keep moving.

And for a moment you stop breathing, your moan is somewhere lodged in your throat. Your body stiffens, soaking, leaking all over his ass, down his leg. Your leg twitches, riding out the wave of your orgasm.

You look down at him, his eyes are leaking, his hair’s a mess. His lips are bruised and red from biting down too hard. But all you can think is how those beautiful bruised lips willl feel on you pussy.

You push his legs down, turning around, backing you ass onto his face.

“Let’s do 69.”

Thanks for cuming!

[zephimon]

The Winter I Lost You.

A/N: When i saw this photo my gears start turning. Like i knew why he was in this position, curled up and sad. Like i was there to witness it. Anyway, heres my theory…

W/C: 762

Ryuzaki stood in and empty space, swallowed by darkness. No walls, no ceiling, nothing but black stretching endlessly around him.

He stepped forward.

Water lapped at his feet. The air too thick too breathe. And every exhale, white air escaped him. The sound of his feet tapping through the water with every step

He pushed forward, searching for a door, a wall anything—but the darkness only deepened with every step.

Cold crept through him as the water rose. He wrapped his arm around his side to rub warmth into his body when he noticed a red string attached to his finger. He reached for it gliding the thread between two finger to see where it went.

When he went to yank at it, something heavy pulled back.

He looked to see where it was coming from, but the darkness flooded the space around him, only able to see what was a few feet ahead of him.

He walked forward, hand tight on the thread, never questioning whether to follow it or not, water up to his knees now. He pushed through, but it just kept going.

He walked for a while, red thread guiding, darkness engulfing. Nothing changed except the height of the water. Now at his hips.

His body shuddered continuously, but he never stop moving.

Then he heard an echo, muffled sounds ringing in his ears. He moved before he could think, taking off into the darkness, hand tight on the read thread as water surged around him. Running, water soaking through as he ran for this unknown sound.

In the darkness a faint glow, the size of a bead at his distance, illuminating the space around it. He kept running even as the water, now at his navel, held him back.

Even as the burning in his lungs inflamed his entire body. Despite the the sound of bells ringing in his ears, urging him to go back. He looked around, back from where he came from, then ahead, at the light front of him. He kept pushing through.

Closer.

Closer, the higher the water got.

Then he saw him.

Light, unconscious, resting atop a pile of bones, water up to his neck.

Pain shot through Ryuzaki chest.

He forced himself forward, faster, water up to his chest, rising the closer he go to Light. The red thread shortening between him with every trudging step.

“Light!” Ryuzaki shouted, lunging forward, the sound of bells screaming in his ears.

The moment his hand closed around the thread, around Light, the world shattered.

The darkness vanishing, everything turning blinding white. The floor collapsing beneath them. Light falling first. Then the water. Then Ryuzaki.

Ryuzaki jolted awake, his hand shot outward instinctively.

Where the read thread had been in the dream, his fingers now gripped the cold chain that bound him to Light. But in the end it was empty.

Light wasn't there.

He’d been gone for a while.

They’d go into a fight—again.

Ryuzaki didn't speak up—again.

It was durning winter break. Light rented a suite, thinking—hoping this would help their relationship. But when it came time for feelings, Ryuzaki froze. He didn't even bother correcting the misunderstanding.

That was his specialty, saying everything in his head and never putting it in to words. Ryuzaki wanted to speak up, but the words took too long to come. And Light was out of patience.

“See! You wont even tell me how you feel. I know you care, but sometimes…I need you to say it. Tell me why you’re still here with me.”

Ryuzaki could’ve said something. Anything, but Light couldn't do the silence anymore.

Light took the ring off he'd gotten them, A promise they silently made to each other, placing it on the table. “Im gonna go.”

That was the last thing Light said. He realized he chose to stay chained to him. Chose to endure how tedious it was to love someone like Ryuzaki. He thought if he was patient Ryuzaki would come around. That he would love him the way he needed.

It’s been three hours since…then three weeks.

Ryuzaki hadn’t moved from the spot he was in. He knew Light wasn’t coming back.

He wanted to cry, but nothing came out. He wanted to scream, but his voice stayed lodged in his throat. Swallowing the urge to call him to come back. To apologize for not loving him properly. But in the end he didn't do anything. He stayed curled up in a fetal position, staring at the empty space, trying to decipher where he went wrong. Mumbling to himself over and over. Why am I so broken. Why couldn’t I just…then silently drifting to sleep.

Two Years Ago:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81288556/chapters/213683611

a/n: if someone knows the artist please tag them 🤍

[zephimon]

A Tale as Old as Time

•HugoxIsagi•

Summary: Isagi wants to come first, Hugo doesn’t think he’s earned it.

Tags: mentions of choking, shameless smut, teasing

w/c: 1,135

Hugo likes to choke. Not hard, just a firm grip around Isagi’s neck. Not enough to completely block his air way, but enough to make a point. And he doesn’t do it because he wants to, but that’s the only way to get Isagi to understand. The only thing that shows him how useless he is.

He doesn't degrade him—No that’s not in his character, but his brutal honesty feels like degradation.

And oh does Isagi have a degradation kink. It riles him up, make his pupils wide, his body hot and his cock throb. They constantly battle in bed over who comes first.

Of course Isagi wants to come first. He wants to so bad.

Of course he thinks that’s what he deserves.

But Hugo knows better.

He knows he doesn't even have to the right come, let alone come first. That he hasn’t done anything to earn it. All he’s done is lay there, pathetically, legs high in the air, and get fucked.

But, as Hugos pounding into Isagi, breath saying the worst of things. “What have you done except lay there and keep your legs up.”

Isagi doesn't respond. He bites down on his bottom lip. Hands wrapped around Hugos neck.

“What you think thats enough?”

Silence.

“Oh that must be it.” Hugo leans in closer. Breath brushing past his ears, Isagi’s body folded completely. Slowly inching in, as deep as his thick cock can reach. “The way you ass is leaking—we both know your only holding them up because of how deep my dick reaches in this position.” Hugo presses in deeper. There.

“Ahhh…”

This only makes Isagi want to come even more. He wants to beg, plead. But his words are blocks by his pathetic moans. And he doesn't help the situation, he just lift his ass off the bed even more. Each thrust filling him to the brim, sending chills down his spine.

Hugo pounds into him harder. Faster. As deeper as his cock wants “You know im coming first.” Constantly slamming into him as heat pools in the pit of his stomach. Wave after wave of arousal bursting through his body.

He can feel Isagi clenching around him. Sucking him in more. He knows what he wants. Shit he wants it too.

So he pulls out, flipping him over, changing positions.

Isagi whines at the emptiness as he's being turned over onto his stomach.

Hugo watches his hole clenching for anything. He leans in to that desperate hole and fills it with his tongue. He knows this isnt enough for Isagi but he teases him anyway. Pulling back to spit into that gaping hole just to watch him clench at something. Pathetic. A stream of lube and saliva leaks out and Hugo dips back in, pushing the excess back in with his tongue. He pushes a thumb in along side his tongue, ramming them in and out just because of how desperate Isagi is.

And Isagi is so desperate because he’s twisting, rocking his ass hard against Hugos nose. “Please.” He begs, looking over his shoulder, nearly ready to cry. To do anything he has to do to get Hugo to fuck him again. “I need moree…mnf…”

Hugo happily complies because lets face it, Isagi may not be the best striker, but he does have the best ass in the whole league. He grabs his cock, lining it up to Isagi, teasing his hole before slamming into him. Chills run through his body the moment he's in.

This position—this fucking position.

Watching Isagi’s ass spread for him, watching his body quiver. How hes constantly looking back with those pleading eyes. He could've come the moment he landed, but there was no way he could leave this hole so quickly. His fingers spread Isagi ass, watching that slopping wet hole twitch around him. Frothing at the place where they meet, more the faster his thickness slams into him. Over and over. Deeper as ache settle somewhere in his gut.

“Hold your ass open.” He demands.

Isagi obeys. It’s the least he could do.

His fingers spread his cheeks open, face buried in the mattress as muffled moans force their way out the harder Hugo slams into him. The deeper he goes. The feeling of being stuffed makes his cock twitch. He wants to touch himself, but he knows this will upset Hugo.

His hand moves anyway.

One hand spreading his ass to give Hugo the best view, the other stroking his cock just to relieve the pressure building inside.

“Tch. Look at you being greedy. I tease your hole a bit and you try to come before me.”

Isagi moans into the blanket. “Mmm…im sorry. I just want to—so bad.”

Hugo moves slower now. Edging himself, knowng he’s close to coming. That slutty little voice always make him want to burry deep inside Isagi, and release everything he has.

Shit. “Do you think you can come before me?” He slams into him harder. “You think you’ve earned it?”

“N-no…but…”

Hugo pulls back, slamming into him again. “But what?” Gritting his teeth because he really is that close.

“Can we…I wanna I’m come with you.”

Hugo grinds slowly. In and out. Deeper each time his pushes in. Ache finally breaking free at those word. Sweat forming at the side of his face. His thrust get unsteady.

“But do you…deserve it?

“N—no.” Isagi whines. “I don’t.”

And that’s all Hugo needed to hear.

His orgasm built quickly, not knowing how close Isagi was.

He smacked Isagi’s hand away, pressing down on his lower back, “arch your back and keep it like that. Then I’ll let you come with me.”

Isagi back pursed high, constantly matching Hugo’s thrust, stroking his cock with permission.

Hugo’s fingers tremble on Isagi’s spread cheeks, before rutting into again and again. Marking the depths of his hole with the tip of his cock.

Isagi felt the throbbing constantly teasing his prostate. He knew he was close. He stroked his cock quicker, twisting down, matching the pace of Hugos thrust. Before he knew it, Hugo’s cock was twitching and spilling come deep into him. Every burst sending tremors through his body causing his cock to twitch, until he came, leaking warm liquids onto the bed.

Hugo fucked him through the aftermath through the tremors even as Isagi’s body with limp.

When he finally stilled he pressed kissed down Isagi’s damp back drawing tremors from that limp body. This really was the best hole he’s been in.

Time finally settled between them as their labored breathing filled the silence. Hugo pressed another kiss to Isagi back. Chuckling into his body. “I came before you.”

“Ill get you next time. Now get off me, I have practice in twenty mins.”

End Notes: thank you for reading. Sorry if theres typos.

Also if anyone know the artist please tag them for me 🤍

[zephimon]

A NSFW Ride Home

Higuruma!Wife

Word Count: 883

Higuruma just wants to please you.

It’s the only thing that makes him happy, not to mention rock hard. So when he feels your pathetic grip on his thigh in an attempt to make him feel better, he can’t help but to laugh.

Shit. he doesn’t blame you. He already knows you get a rise out of seeing him stressed out from work. So really it’s his fault. And the way he loosens his tie just to relieve the buildup pressure from work…He already knows how wet it makes you.

But you really do want to make him feel better and the thing that make you feel better makes him feel better.

So, as you sit in the passenger seat, hand placed way too close to his dick, he lets out a chuckle. Moving his hand from the steering wheel to the inside of your thigh, gliding it up your skirt. Never once looking at you. “Let me guess, you been wet since I called you earlier.”

You dont deny it. It’s no use.

And when his fingers reaches the fabric and its already damp, he cant help but smirk, gripping the steering wheel harder.

He brushes his knuckles over your clit through the damp fabric and the realization of how fast you’re gonna come sends heat through your body. Your pulse picks up and desperation makes you shift your body so he can touch it better. More.

He gets the hint. Of course he does. He knows every reaction, every exhale, how you get super quiet before you come. He pushes your panties to the side and the air that brushes past your cunt causes you to clench for something, anything.

His fingers sink in easily, moving slow at first, like he knows your going to come quick. Of course he can tell. Because every time he inches closer to your entrance, his finger come back soaked.

Two fingers glide across your clit with ease. Circling before moving down lower. Then back up as your clit slides in between his two fingers. Chills gush through your body. Ache settling in your gut as you exhale. Body slouched in the seat because—god you just want to come.

And he never once looks at you. He looks at the road ahead, at the mirror, anywhere but you. But you know he enjoys pleasuring you because there’s a slight grin on his face. And every time you breathe out deep, his throat bobs.

But theres something in the way he’s ignoring you while simultaneously circling his fingers around your clit. And he’s attentive, he knows what you like…how you want to come…

You bite down on your bottom lip, pushing his hand down, urging him to go lower, to put them inside.

He draws back, gently slapping your pussy. “Be patient.” His deep voice rumbles against your ears. But the sting excites you. You want him to do it again. Harder.

He slowly inserts two fingers. Pushing them in as deep as he can. You fingers scratch at the leather on the door, trying to keep a straight face as cars pass by.

But no matter how straight you face is, you pussy is what’s out of control. Clenching at those fingers, subtly rocking into them, wishing it was his dick.

His thrust start shallow at first, feeling every bit of your insides before his pace picks up, quicker the more you clench. Squelching sounds fills the car and the sounds of cars passing by are dulled.

And you’re drenched.

Soaking through your underwear onto the seat. You could come right now. You want to—so bad.

He knows this too. It’s obvious in the way you’re twitching around his fingers and how your breathing is break apart, one thrust after another.

You fingers curl around the door as his fingers slosh in and out of your wet cunt. Your pulse picks up, the heat in your chest blooming outward as you subconsciously, pleadingly grind into his thick fingers.

And just when your about to come because the ache beneath your ribs finally reaches its peak—he stops.

You whip your head to him, brows furrowed, rapidly clenched around his fingers. Barely able to hold back your orgasm.

The car comes stop, a red light, and he doesn't so much look your way. His fingers on the wheel lazily tap in rhythm of your heart beat, casually slipping another finger in. You bite down on your bottom lip at the intrusion. If he just—

His finger pound into you when the light turns green. And despite trying to, your body can’t hold back the tremors in you leg.

You brace yourself because at this point you just want to come, you don't care who sees you. And with every shallow pump his palm rubs against your clit. You mouth waters. Heat rippling in your gut. You turn to look and he's still facing forward.

You’re there. Grinding your clit against his hand. With no care in how pathetic you look. Your moans that you kept inside, pushes their way out in relief. “Mmnf…ah—“

Your body stiffens before you start shaking uncontrollably.

You grip his wrist because he hasn't stopped only slowed. “Ahhh. Hiromi…Okayy.”

He stills, but never pulls his fingers out. You try to regain you breathing. Swallowing hard. Finally releasing the grip on the door.

He makes on final turn and the car is pulling into the driveway. When he finally extracts his fingers, he presses them to his lips. Kissing those three fingers, then places them in his mouth one by one.

Leans over, kisses you on the forehead. “Thanks for making me feel better.

a/n : if you made it this far, sorry for the typos also thanks for reading 🤍

dividers @pepsipoet

[zephimon]

His Role to Play.

A theory on how Choso becomes a bottom

Choso is a bottom. Yes a bottom. Don’t get me wrong he hated it the first few times. Not because it challenged masculinity. Something like that doesn’t matter to a person like him. He only cares about his brothers and keeping them safe, so to be seen as “not manly enough” didn’t matter.

The fact is, it hurt like hell. And not to mention, Suguru’s cock was just that big. He hated the stretching feeling. Hated feeling stuffed. And it didn’t matter how many times Suguru pounded deep into that sweet spot, the pain didn’t out way the pleasure.

But finally, one night, something shifted.

Maybe it was because he lost his brother that day, or that fact that Suguru paid extra attention prepping him or maybe it was the mix between vulnerability and pleasure that brought him to his peak. But ever since, he’s properly adapted to his role.

So now, he loves it. The way he feels pressed against the couch…the head board…the wall.

How Suguru fingers feel in the dip of his lower back, how they feel stroking his cock, being shoved down his throat. And the pain is dulled now, so he can finally feel that irresistible warmth pulsing through his body.

But most importantly. The pleasure he gets knowing he’s the one who’s in contol. That he can build someone up just to tear them down simply by pushing back into those pathetic little strokes.

So now, as he lay flush against the couch, back slightly arched Suguru moaning in his ear, he gets to decide who comes first. And believe it’s always him.

[zephimon]

Higuruma would degrade you.

Not because he wants to, because he cant control it. He’s a straight arrow in bed. Stays in the missionary position and is never too loud. And the sounds that do escape him are soft and breathy, vibrating against your ear. Chills jolt through your body, causing you to twitch and your grip around his dick tightens.

This crushes his resolve every time, and though you’re use to it , it excites you like it’s something new. And just when he’s at his lowest—pulse spiked, breath collapsing, dick throbbing, desperate to come—he whispers in your ear, “You.filthy.fucking.slut. You love when I’m desperate don’t you? You love watching me fall apart to this stupid fucking pussy.” Gritting through his teeth, pounding hard enough to break you. And when he feels your grip tighten, only confirming what he said, he fills his mouth and spits on your face. Gripping your waist, fingers sinking deep enough to bruise, thrusting until he comes.

And when he finishes, he feels guilty, so he apologizes. Cleaning you up and catering to you for the rest of the night. You snicker, knowing you’re the only one who gets to see that side of him but it doesn’t do anything for how wet you still are.

[zephimon]

Because You Choose to…

Omega!Yunho • Alpha!Reader • Yunhoxmalereader 𝟙𝟠₊

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Notes: This is my first self insert so be kind, also i have tiktok diagnosed dislexia so excuse the typos. **MINORS DO NOT INTERACT**

Words: 3,681

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It’s only a work dinner. There isn’t a need to dress so formal, but that’s to be expected of Yunho. He thrives on standing out, bending the rules, just to prove that he can. That’s why, when he arrives in a black gown, gloves stretching up to his elbows you wasn’t shocked. He used to surprise you, but not anymore. Now the only thing you needed to control was how long to stare and how hard your cock is, pressing against your thigh.

The moment Yunho steps foot in the restaurant everyone turns their head. How could they not.

Aside from the black ball gown, thats doesn’t belong in a place like this—how it drapes low in the front, exposing his collar bone and the beautiful line of his neck—there’s his scent. Catching the attention of everyone. But the way it billows through the restaurant landing directly in your nostrils, you think it’s specifically for you.

He walks through the door, head high like everyones beneath him. It subtle, you notice. But you don't seem to mind. His gaze searches the room, looking for somewhere to sit.

All the seats are full except the one next to you. Even if there were others, he would choose this one. He always does.

You brace yourself, swallowing hard to prepare yourself for the scent he can’t help but release and your need to tame it as it wraps itself around you. Your fingers tightens against your knees before you stand to pull the chair out for him. Everyone stares, like your doing something odd, i mean, you wouldn't do for anyone else, but still. You clear your throat and wait.

Yunho slips through the crowd before settling into the chair beside you. His scent, layered with the perfume he’s worn for years closes in on you. It’s like he unaware he’s doing it, but your certain its intentional.

You draw a slow breath, trying to steady yourself. And just as your about to swallow the urge to pin him down and fuck him at the table in front of everyone, you feel a grip on your thigh.

He leans in, his breath brushes past your ear, and instead of thanking you for pulling his chair out, he fingers sinks deep in your thigh, as his grip tightens. Firmer as he whispers something inaudible in your ear.

You try to make out what he says, you want to know, but the moment his hand lands on your thigh, your mind goes blank. Your pulse spikes. You force yourself to stay composed, keeping your scent contained. You can’t let him know the effect he has on you. So you turn and laugh, pretending you heard what he said, fixing your pants as your cock presses hard against your leg.

Through the chatter of everyone talking, Yunho slides a glass to you. You look at him a little confused. A toast he says. Tapping his own glass slightly before standing. And instead of you paying attention to the words in his speech, your gaze drifts lower, the satin dress clinging to the curve of his waist. Tracing the length of his legs as he addresses the room with confidence. You bite the inside of your cheek, smiling as your eyes unfocus, imagining tearing the dress off of him.

He continues his speech “For the sales staying within budget and to an incredible team.”

He glances at you before he lifts the glass, he smiles and doesn’t look away when he drinks. You watch him intently. The elegant curve of his fingers around the stem. The slow press of his mouth to the rim. The subtle movement of his throat as he swallows. This time, you don't pretend to look elsewhere.

Conversations continue around you, but it all fades into background noise. All night you steal glances out your peripheral, so when the space beside you is empty, you don't think before you stand. You head toward the bathroom, its empty.

You stand at the sink, looking at your reflection. Your jaw is tight, pupils blown wide like you've been carrying something heavy for too long. You grip the sink wondering if he even wants to be found. Your knuckles go pale and just thinking about him makes you anxious.

You already can tell that its getting harder and harder to hold back. You look in the mirror again and the intensity and your eyes is barely manageable. If your not careful, youll get your rut sooner than expected. You splash water on your face, trying to control your pheromones, trying to control your breathing before turning to leave, continuing to look for him.

When you go to check outside, you find him. He’s standing, back pressed to the wall in the ally next to the restaurant.

When he notices you, he doesn’t speak, he just does a gestures suggesting he needs a lighter.

Of course he doesn’t have a lighter.

You pull one out. Light it while the cigarette hangs freely from his lips. But before you pull away you notice his breathing is off. More controlled like he’s holding something back. But the bead of sweat on his temple gives him away. And his scent—its stronger than before, less controlled. It has a softness that you hadn’t noticed before.

He’s in heat.

You swallowed hard. Just being this close to him makes your heart race. And that crushed petal smell, as the wind blows makes your palms sweaty. You watch him. With every inhale and exhale before you ask,

“You okay?”

The wind whistles between you as you wait for an answer.

He doesn't respond right away. Of course he doesn’t. He always has a way of keeping you waiting.

The cigarette hangs between his lips like he doesn’t actually want it. He turns, barely looking at you.

“You stared more tonight. Do I look that nice?” He takes another drag.

You look down at your feet, heat crawling at the back of your neck . Of course he noticed.

“You look very nice tonight “ you say, barely audible, like it would hurt more to speak up for yourself. Your feet stay firmly planted not daring to move, but the smell is getting stronger. You bite down every urge , every instinct.

He looks at you, no mask, no cherry voice—nothing and the space between you shirks.

Smoke exhales from his lips,“What do you want from me?”

You stare. Barely able to control yourself. Words choking you as you try to form a response. “I—“

He cuts you off.

“Do you think I can’t tell?”

He steps to you, slowly with every syllable “The way you smell”, a pause,“Its hidden meaning.” He takes another step, closer this time.

You hold your breath because at this point his scent has all but surrounded you.

You don't mean to, but you take a step back. And he stops walking. Coward you repeat it over and over in your head.

He looks you up and down, takes a puff of the cigarette, then lets out so soft chuckle.

You don't move from the spot your in despite the obvious signs that you should retreat. And he doesn’t say anything else.

So you wait.

When he finally finishes, without so much as sparing a word. He doesn’t so much as look your way the entire time. He taps out on his cigarette tapping it out on the ground then tossing the bud in the nearby trash.

He looks at you and you hesitate before meeting his eyes. But you look up anyway.

“You live nearby right?”

You nod

“Lets go to your place.”

—

You both stand in the doorway to your apartment. You don't speak. Yunho walks ahead of you, looking around like he's been here before. You don't move right away, you don't want him to think you have have the wrong idea but of course you do.

It was obvious in the way he kicked off his shoes.

Do you want something to drink , you say, trying to fill the silence with anything.

He turns to you and smile. Lets out a soft chuckle and plops down on the couch. “Sure.”

When you finally return from the kitchen with the water, you place it down next to the table near the couch. He's on his phone, but when you lean to place the cup down he looks up at you. You hadn’t noticed before but his cheeks a flushed red, even more than before.

“You know why I'm here right?”

You nod

He sits his phone down, patting the space between his legs and you kneel. You looked down, his dress is hiked up to make space for you. You can see how hard his cock is as it creates an outline in the dress. Your body shudders at how pale his thighs are—you want to touch them, kiss them. You grip your knees to control yourself. Even as the ache in the pit of your stomach starts to build.

He reaches for your jaw, gripping it, making you face him. He's looking down at you. Of course he is. Watching your every reaction as his fingers trace your jawline, sending chills down you spine. You don't break eye contact with him even as he looks at you with slight disgust.

He slips the one of the straps on the dress down over his shoulder.

“Kiss here.” Nothing more.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as a wave of arousal pours over you. Drenching you in sweat.

You move slowly, hesitantly, but you move. Placing your lips softly on the spot he tapped with his finger.

His body shudders the moment your lips make contact. His skin is soft and so warm beneath your lips. You don't want to pull away. You want to kiss that spot again. Sink your teeth into him, but you’re a coward, so you hold back. Continuing to kneel.

“I think it’s only fair you take responsibility for me, he says, “you’re the reason i’m in heat right now.”

Your eyes go wide. Pressure builds in your chest.

He continues, quieter this time. “Don't you think?”

You nod quickly.

“So what are you going to do about it?” He ask, pressing his foot against your cock thats been dying to escape.

You hesitate for half second, before you move without thinking. You grip the inside of his thighs pulling him down to the edge of the couch.

His head hits the back and he lets out a soft moan.

Your fingers tremble against his skin as you push the gown up higher onto his hips. until all of him is exposed. He didn’t bother wearing underwear.

He’s such a fucking slut, but you still want him. No, you need him. instincts start to take over and your body feels hot. Your mind begins to blur. Like what you’re doing isn’t real.

His pheromones and yours mixed together makes your nerves scatter. Your fingers sink into his thighs, hard enough to leave marks as you constantly readjust your grip. You look down as this beautiful body draped in black satin exposing itself to you. You refuse to look away, unable to peel you eyes off him. You watch as his beautiful pink cock leaks precome. Twitching , desperate to be touched.

And he watch’s you in return. Face flushed red, Looking down on you as you examine his body. Breathing ragged like he isn’t desperate. Like he’s not on the edge of breaking too.

You lift his legs over one of your shoulders, his ass is already leaking. Your fingers tremble around his legs as you bite down hard on your bottom lips. To be able to leave your mark on those pale long legs—but all you can think about is being inside him.

Your fingers struggle to unbuckle you belt.

Impatience and need intertwining, forging itself into something dangerous. But you still manage to pull out your cock, stroking it, like it hasn’t been hard since earlier.

You’re impatient so you dont bother with prep. But he doesnt seem to mind.

You press your dick against his entrance. Mixing the tip around his wet hole. The sensation of just that nearly makes you come. And he lets a whimper slip in response

The whole time he doesn’t look away, he watches, analyzing how you barely can control yourself. Getting wetter knowing how desperate you are. He smirks like he’s in control. Like hes the one not in heat.

But you don't care about what control he thinks he has over you, because you can feel how his hole is clenching around your tip. How his breathing is barely under control. How his pheromones he had in check, has officially unraveled. Flooding every fiber in your body, begging to get pregnant.

But none of that matters because you just want to be inside him. So deep inside.

You push in. Slow, despite the urge to plunge in, but his hole is so tight you have no other choice to go at this pace.

He lets out a soft moan as you fall in deeper. Gripping you as you slide in, inch by inch. The wetness coating your entire cock.

You still the moment you’re in. Gritting your teeth. Trying not to come. Trying not to to cry from how good it feels. From how badly you want this. You body is too hot. Sweat forms near the creases of your eyes. Your cock throbs as his hole sucks you in more. And the warmness around your cock—you can practically melt.

Yunho looks at you, his face just as flushed as yours, “don't tell your going to come already?” Asking through aspirated breaths.

You close you eyes, shaking your head as if that actually makes it true. Then you feel it.

Yunho, grinding his hips into you. Gripping the edges of the couch as he swirls his wet hole around your cock. Jolts of electricity run through your body.

“Are you gonna stay there all day…ahh?” He says, as soft moans escape his lips. Continuing to rock into you.

Without even wanting to, you pull back, as far as you can without taking your cock out. His hole clenches in response. So you jerk back into him.

Your hands on his waist never move. The pressure you place on his hips causes his body to twitch. You can’t believe your finally in him.

After swallowing the need to come, you finally decide to move. No steady rhythm just at the pace your cock wants. Slow at first, memorizing every inch of his soft warm hole as you glide in and out. Then faster, because the more you feel him clenching around you, begging for more, your need to be deeper grows.

He stopped watching you long ago. All you can see is the line of his neck up to his chin. His throat bobbing as stifled moans force their way out the more you slam into him.

And hes wetter now. Squelching sounds filling the space, nearly sending you overboard. You slam into him harder, resting you head against his legs that are still propped up on your shoulder. You press your nose to his calves, breathing in deep.

His fucking scent.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, fingers pressing firm around his waist as you constantly pull him back on your cock, digging in deeper with each thrust. You can hear his breathing, with every inhale, a seductive exhale as you slam into his prostate, over and over.

Ache settles low in your gut, continuing to move at the pace his wet hole sets. He hand grabs your wrist around his waist, finally letting staggered moans escape his lips.”mmm…it feels…ahh”

You look down at his stomach watching how his body contracts, slamming into him. Harder. Deeper. More. Breath staggering as you bite back moans and the need to knot him.

Chills run down your spine, your body tenses, you cant keep up as he grinds into your thrusts. Before you know it, you back stiffens an you're spilling into him. Rocking into him even as your body quivers from coming.

You still, resting your head against his legs. Trying to regain your breathing. Embarrassed that you came so quickly.“Im—

He cuts in through unsettled breaths “I don't care…as long as your not done.”

You're not.

Your barely steady heart starts to race again and you start to feel your dick getting harder.

You pull him up to meet his face. You stare for moment, clumsily brushing the strands of hair off his face. His glossy eyes staring, as he gathers his breathing.

You know he's only doing this because he’s in heat, but you don't care, because there’s a part of you that think he really wants you. So you lean in and press your mouth against his. Carelessly pushing your tongue in past his lips. He moves in sync with you, caressing his tongue to yours. He still taste like cigarettes, but for whatever reason that sends heat through your body. You pull away, dragging your tongue up and around his chin. Then lower, pressing your nose to the crook of his neck to smell him. You sink your teeth in next. Because the need to mark him is greater.

“Ahh…mph…” he hisses, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Please…” he whines, slowly grinding against you because you have yet to pull out.

You breath lingers against his neck a second too long, before you awkwardly try to turn him onto him on his stomach.

You push the gown up higher, close to his shoulders. Your eyes trace every curve of his body, from the dip in your lower back, to the line up the middle, then to the back of his neck. You feel pressure beneath your ribs. The urge to sink your teeth in that empty space. You sink your teeth in your bottom lip instead. Exhaling through your nose.

Yunho looks back at you, brows furrowed, breathing heavy as he backs his ass into you like a cat in heat. “Stop staring and put it in.” Wining like he’s in control now.

You don't hesitate. You grip the base of your cock and slam into him, hard and unrelenting, not allowing him time to adjust. “Ahh”

He tosses his head back, gripping the back of the couch.

You continue jerking into him, one inexperienced thrust after another. And every time you reach in deep, his body twitches around your cock. So you press in deeper until there’s no space left between you. Your hands roam over his body, because if this is the one and only time, you want to remember every part of him.

The room soon fills with the echos of his slutty moans as you pound into him relentlessly.

Your pace finally slows. You look down and your dick is coated in sticky wetness. You slowly drag it in and out of his hole. Edging yourself through it, because you refuse to come quick again. But the way Yunho’s face is pressed against the sofa and when he looks back—the tears built in the corner of his eyes makes it impossible to hold back.

Your hands wrap around his waist. You lean forward, plastering your body to his. You breath brushes pass his ear and he shudders beneath you. You kiss the back of his neck before you tuck in deep sniffing him. Still slowly grinding into him, because every slow push and pulls sends irresistible chills down you spine.

“Dont.” Is all he says, like he already knows.

You question whether he actually means it because the way he's pathetically rocking into—

Your finger finally finds his nipple, grazing over them and he all but whimpers at the first touch. Going limp beneath you. You circling your fingers around his nipples, burying deep within the confounds of his sloppy hole. Face still buried in his neck.

Shock after shock ripples through your body as he clenches tighter. Tremors of warmth run through his body, but somehow you feel it.

“Mmm…Im gonna…mph.” He whimpers as his cock rubs up against the couch.

Your dick throbs inside him, pace slightly picking up as his body responds to you. You know he knows.

“Deeper” he whines into the couch cushion as drool leaking from the side of his mouth. “Inside…please…come inside.

Your mouth opens at the back of his neck, rutting into him as deep and hard as you can. Gritting your teeth as the moans you try to hold back finally escape. “Mmf…shit.”

But its no use, because the heat in your gut wants more. So without notice, you sink your teeth into the back of his neck, enough to break the skin.

Yunho’s body stiffens beneath you, twitching as come spills onto the couch. His wet hole drenching your cock in slick “Ahhh.” He moans as you continue to thrust into him.

The taste of blood seeps into your mouth and you intensity increases. His body twitches begging you to stop because of the sensitivity, but you can’t. So you slam into him a few more times, constantly ramming into his prostate. The heat in your gut, that you’re no longer able to ignore, forces it way in. You legs shake at the need to pump harder before releasing everything you have into the depths of hole.

The room is quieter now, you both lay still. You don't pull out. You don't want to. Your face lay pressed against his damp skin as you try to recover your breathing.

The back of his neck slightly drips blood, when you see it, your eyes widen. But instead of regretting it you lick the remaining blood off his neck.

He hisses at the press of your tongue on his neck. He breathes out “You have to take responsibility for me now.” He said it so sure, like it meant for ever.

You nod.

Happily agreeing because you were always going to.

[zephimon]

Because You Choose to…

Omega!Yunho • Alpha!Reader • Yunhoxmalereader 𝟙𝟠₊

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Notes: This is my first self insert so be kind, also i have tiktok diagnosed dislexia so excuse the typos. **MINORS DO NOT INTERACT**

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It’s only a work dinner. There isn’t a need to dress so formal, but that’s to be expected of Yunho. He thrives on standing out, bending the rules, just to prove that he can. That’s why, when he arrives in a black gown, gloves stretching up to his elbows you wasn’t shocked. He used to surprise you, but not anymore. Now the only thing you needed to control was how long to stare and how hard your cock is, pressing against your thigh.

The moment Yunho steps foot in the restaurant everyone turns their head. How could they not.

Aside from the black ball gown, thats doesn’t belong in a place like this—how it drapes low in the front, exposing his collar bone and the beautiful line of his neck—there’s his scent. Catching the attention of everyone. But the way it billows through the restaurant landing directly in your nostrils, you think it’s specifically for you.

He walks through the door, head high like everyones beneath him. It subtle, you notice. But you don't seem to mind. His gaze searches the room, looking for somewhere to sit.

All the seats are full except the one next to you. Even if there were others, he would choose this one. He always does.

You brace yourself, swallowing hard to prepare yourself for the scent he can’t help but release and your need to tame it as it wraps itself around you. Your fingers tightens against your knees before you stand to pull the chair out for him. Everyone stares, like your doing something odd, i mean, you wouldn't do for anyone else, but still. You clear your throat and wait.

Yunho slips through the crowd before settling into the chair beside you. His scent, layered with the perfume he’s worn for years closes in on you. It’s like he unaware he’s doing it, but your certain its intentional.

You draw a slow breath, trying to steady yourself. And just as your about to swallow the urge to pin him down and fuck him at the table in front of everyone, you feel a grip on your thigh.

He leans in, his breath brushes past your ear, and instead of thanking you for pulling his chair out, he fingers sinks deep in your thigh, as his grip tightens. Firmer as he whispers something inaudible in your ear.

You try to make out what he says, you want to know, but the moment his hand lands on your thigh, your mind goes blank. Your pulse spikes. You force yourself to stay composed, keeping your scent contained. You can’t let him know the effect he has on you. So you turn and laugh, pretending you heard what he said, fixing your pants as your cock presses hard against your leg.

Through the chatter of everyone talking, Yunho slides a glass to you. You look at him a little confused. A toast he says. Tapping his own glass slightly before standing. And instead of you paying attention to the words in his speech, your gaze drifts lower, the satin dress clinging to the curve of his waist. Tracing the length of his legs as he addresses the room with confidence. You bite the inside of your cheek, smiling as your eyes unfocus, imagining tearing the dress off of him.

He continues his speech “For the sales staying within budget and to an incredible team.”

He glances at you before he lifts the glass, he smiles and doesn’t look away when he drinks. You watch him intently. The elegant curve of his fingers around the stem. The slow press of his mouth to the rim. The subtle movement of his throat as he swallows. This time, you don't pretend to look elsewhere.

Conversations continue around you, but it all fades into background noise. All night you steal glances out your peripheral, so when the space beside you is empty, you don't think before you stand. You head toward the bathroom, its empty.

You stand at the sink, looking at your reflection. Your jaw is tight, pupils blown wide like you've been carrying something heavy for too long. You grip the sink wondering if he even wants to be found. Your knuckles go pale and just thinking about him makes you anxious.

You already can tell that its getting harder and harder to hold back. You look in the mirror again and the intensity and your eyes is barely manageable. If your not careful, youll get your rut sooner than expected. You splash water on your face, trying to control your pheromones, trying to control your breathing before turning to leave, continuing to look for him.

When you go to check outside, you find him. He’s standing, back pressed to the wall in the ally next to the restaurant.

When he notices you, he doesn’t speak, he just does a gestures suggesting he needs a lighter.

Of course he doesn’t have a lighter.

You pull one out. Light it while the cigarette hangs freely from his lips. But before you pull away you notice his breathing is off. More controlled like he’s holding something back. But the bead of sweat on his temple gives him away. And his scent—its stronger than before, less controlled. It has a softness that you hadn’t noticed before.

He’s in heat.

You swallowed hard. Just being this close to him makes your heart race. And that crushed petal smell, as the wind blows makes your palms sweaty. You watch him. With every inhale and exhale before you ask,

“You okay?”

The wind whistles between you as you wait for an answer.

He doesn't respond right away. Of course he doesn’t. He always has a way of keeping you waiting.

The cigarette hangs between his lips like he doesn’t actually want it. He turns, barely looking at you.

“You stared more tonight. Do I look that nice?” He takes another drag.

You look down at your feet, heat crawling at the back of your neck . Of course he noticed.

“You look very nice tonight “ you say, barely audible, like it would hurt more to speak up for yourself. Your feet stay firmly planted not daring to move, but the smell is getting stronger. You bite down every urge , every instinct.

He looks at you, no mask, no cherry voice—nothing and the space between you shirks.

Smoke exhales from his lips,“What do you want from me?”

You stare. Barely able to control yourself. Words choking you as you try to form a response. “I—“

He cuts you off.

“Do you think I can’t tell?”

He steps to you, slowly with every syllable “The way you smell”, a pause,“Its hidden meaning.” He takes another step, closer this time.

You hold your breath because at this point his scent has all but surrounded you.

You don't mean to, but you take a step back. And he stops walking. Coward you repeat it over and over in your head.

He looks you up and down, takes a puff of the cigarette, then lets out so soft chuckle.

You don't move from the spot your in despite the obvious signs that you should retreat. And he doesn’t say anything else.

So you wait.

When he finally finishes, without so much as sparing a word. He doesn’t so much as look your way the entire time. He taps out on his cigarette tapping it out on the ground then tossing the bud in the nearby trash.

He looks at you and you hesitate before meeting his eyes. But you look up anyway.

“You live nearby right?”

You nod

“Lets go to your place.”

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You both stand in the doorway to your apartment. You don't speak. Yunho walks ahead of you, looking around like he's been here before. You don't move right away, you don't want him to think you have have the wrong idea but of course you do.

It was obvious in the way he kicked off his shoes.

Do you want something to drink , you say, trying to fill the silence with anything.

He turns to you and smile. Lets out a soft chuckle and plops down on the couch. “Sure.”

When you finally return from the kitchen with the water, you place it down next to the table near the couch. He's on his phone, but when you lean to place the cup down he looks up at you. You hadn’t noticed before but his cheeks a flushed red, even more than before.

“You know why I'm here right?”

You nod

He sits his phone down, patting the space between his legs and you kneel. You looked down, his dress is hiked up to make space for you. You can see how hard his cock is as it creates an outline in the dress. Your body shudders at how pale his thighs are—you want to touch them, kiss them. You grip your knees to control yourself. Even as the ache in the pit of your stomach starts to build.

He reaches for your jaw, gripping it, making you face him. He's looking down at you. Of course he is. Watching your every reaction as his fingers trace your jawline, sending chills down you spine. You don't break eye contact with him even as he looks at you with slight disgust.

He slips the one of the straps on the dress down over his shoulder.

“Kiss here.” Nothing more.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as a wave of arousal pours over you. Drenching you in sweat.

You move slowly, hesitantly, but you move. Placing your lips softly on the spot he tapped with his finger.

His body shudders the moment your lips make contact. His skin is soft and so warm beneath your lips. You don't want to pull away. You want to kiss that spot again. Sink your teeth into him, but you’re a coward, so you hold back. Continuing to kneel.

“I think it’s only fair you take responsibility for me, he says, “you’re the reason i’m in heat right now.”

Your eyes go wide. Pressure builds in your chest.

He continues, quieter this time. “Don't you think?”

You nod quickly.

“So what are you going to do about it?” He ask, pressing his foot against your cock thats been dying to escape.

You hesitate for half second, before you move without thinking. You grip the inside of his thighs pulling him down to the edge of the couch.

His head hits the back and he lets out a soft moan.

Your fingers tremble against his skin as you push the gown up higher onto his hips. until all of him is exposed. He didn’t bother wearing underwear.

He’s such a fucking slut, but you still want him. No, you need him. instincts start to take over and your body feels hot. Your mind begins to blur. Like what you’re doing isn’t real.

His pheromones and yours mixed together makes your nerves scatter. Your fingers sink into his thighs, hard enough to leave marks as you constantly readjust your grip. You look down as this beautiful body draped in black satin exposing itself to you. You refuse to look away, unable to peel you eyes off him. You watch as his beautiful pink cock leaks precome. Twitching , desperate to be touched.

And he watch’s you in return. Face flushed red, Looking down on you as you examine his body. Breathing ragged like he isn’t desperate. Like he’s not on the edge of breaking too.

You lift his legs over one of your shoulders, his ass is already leaking. Your fingers tremble around his legs as you bite down hard on your bottom lips. To be able to leave your mark on those pale long legs—but all you can think about is being inside him.

Your fingers struggle to unbuckle you belt.

Impatience and need intertwining, forging itself into something dangerous. But you still manage to pull out your cock, stroking it, like it hasn’t been hard since earlier.

You’re impatient so you dont bother with prep. But he doesnt seem to mind.

You press your dick against his entrance. Mixing the tip around his wet hole. The sensation of just that nearly makes you come. And he lets a whimper slip in response

The whole time he doesn’t look away, he watches, analyzing how you barely can control yourself. Getting wetter knowing how desperate you are. He smirks like he’s in control. Like hes the one not in heat.

But you don't care about what control he thinks he has over you, because you can feel how his hole is clenching around your tip. How his breathing is barely under control. How his pheromones he had in check, has officially unraveled. Flooding every fiber in your body, begging to get pregnant.

But none of that matters because you just want to be inside him. So deep inside.

You push in. Slow, despite the urge to plunge in, but his hole is so tight you have no other choice to go at this pace.

He lets out a soft moan as you fall in deeper. Gripping you as you slide in, inch by inch. The wetness coating your entire cock.

You still the moment you’re in. Gritting your teeth. Trying not to come. Trying not to to cry from how good it feels. From how badly you want this. You body is too hot. Sweat forms near the creases of your eyes. Your cock throbs as his hole sucks you in more. And the warmness around your cock—you can practically melt.

Yunho looks at you, his face just as flushed as yours, “don't tell your going to come already?” Asking through aspirated breaths.

You close you eyes, shaking your head as if that actually makes it true. Then you feel it.

Yunho, grinding his hips into you. Gripping the edges of the couch as he swirls his wet hole around your cock. Jolts of electricity run through your body.

“Are you gonna stay there all day…ahh?” He says, as soft moans escape his lips. Continuing to rock into you.

Without even wanting to, you pull back, as far as you can without taking your cock out. His hole clenches in response. So you jerk back into him.

Your hands on his waist never move. The pressure you place on his hips causes his body to twitch. You can’t believe your finally in him.

After swallowing the need to come, you finally decide to move. No steady rhythm just at the pace your cock wants. Slow at first, memorizing every inch of his soft warm hole as you glide in and out. Then faster, because the more you feel him clenching around you, begging for more, your need to be deeper grows.

He stopped watching you long ago. All you can see is the line of his neck up to his chin. His throat bobbing as stifled moans force their way out the more you slam into him.

And hes wetter now. Squelching sounds filling the space, nearly sending you overboard. You slam into him harder, resting you head against his legs that are still propped up on your shoulder. You press your nose to his calves, breathing in deep.

His fucking scent.

Your eyes roll in the back of your head, fingers pressing firm around his waist as you constantly pull him back on your cock, digging in deeper with each thrust. You can hear his breathing, with every inhale, a seductive exhale as you slam into his prostate, over and over.

Ache settles low in your gut, continuing to move at the pace his wet hole sets. He hand grabs your wrist around his waist, finally letting staggered moans escape his lips.”mmm…it feels…ahh”

You look down at his stomach watching how his body contracts, slamming into him. Harder. Deeper. More. Breath staggering as you bite back moans and the need to knot him.

Chills run down your spine, your body tenses, you cant keep up as he grinds into your thrusts. Before you know it, you back stiffens an you're spilling into him. Rocking into him even as your body quivers from coming.

You still, resting your head against his legs. Trying to regain your breathing. Embarrassed that you came so quickly.“Im—

He cuts in through unsettled breaths “I don't care…as long as your not done.”

You're not.

Your barely steady heart starts to race again and you start to feel your dick getting harder.

You pull him up to meet his face. You stare for moment, clumsily brushing the strands of hair off his face. His glossy eyes staring, as he gathers his breathing.

You know he's only doing this because he’s in heat, but you don't care, because there’s a part of you that think he really wants you. So you lean in and press your mouth against his. Carelessly pushing your tongue in past his lips. He moves in sync with you, caressing his tongue to yours. He still taste like cigarettes, but for whatever reason that sends heat through your body. You pull away, dragging your tongue up and around his chin. Then lower, pressing your nose to the crook of his neck to smell him. You sink your teeth in next. Because the need to mark him is greater.

“Ahh…mph…” he hisses, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Please…” he whines, slowly grinding against you because you have yet to pull out.

You breath lingers against his neck a second too long, before you awkwardly try to turn him onto him on his stomach.

You push the gown up higher, close to his shoulders. Your eyes trace every curve of his body, from the dip in his lower back, to the line up the middle, then to the back of his neck. You feel pressure beneath your ribs. The urge to sink your teeth in that empty space. You sink your teeth in your bottom lip instead. Exhaling through your nose.

Yunho looks back at you, brows furrowed, breathing heavy as he backs his ass into you like a cat in heat. “Stop staring and put it in.” Wining like he’s in control now.

You don't hesitate. You grip the base of your cock and slam into him, hard and unrelenting, not allowing him time to adjust. “Ahh”

He tosses his head back, gripping the back of the couch.

You continue jerking into him, one inexperienced thrust after another. And every time you reach in deep, his body twitches around your cock. So you press in deeper until there’s no space left between you. Your hands roam over his body, because if this is the one and only time, you want to remember every part of him.

The room soon fills with the echos of his slutty moans as you pound into him relentlessly.

Your pace finally slows. You look down and your dick is coated in sticky wetness. You slowly drag it in and out of his hole. Edging yourself through it, because you refuse to come quick again. But the way Yunho’s face is pressed against the sofa and when he looks back—the tears built in the corner of his eyes makes it impossible to hold back.

Your hands wrap around his waist. You lean forward, plastering your body to his. You breath brushes pass his ear and he shudders beneath you. You kiss the back of his neck before you tuck in deep sniffing him. Still slowly grinding into him, because every slow push and pulls sends irresistible chills down you spine.

“Dont.” Is all he says, like he already knows.

You question whether he actually means it because the way he's pathetically rocking into—

Your finger finally finds his nipple, grazing over them and he all but whimpers at the first touch. Going limp beneath you. You circling your fingers around his nipples, burying deep within the confounds of his sloppy hole. Face still buried in his neck.

Shock after shock ripples through your body as he clenches tighter. Tremors of warmth run through his body, but somehow you feel it.

“Mmm…Im gonna…mph.” He whimpers as his cock rubs up against the couch.

Your dick throbs inside him, pace slightly picking up as his body responds to you. You know he knows.

“Deeper” he whines into the couch cushion as drool leaking from the side of his mouth. “Inside…please…come inside.

Your mouth opens at the back of his neck, rutting into him as deep and hard as you can. Gritting your teeth as the moans you try to hold back finally escape. “Mmf…shit.”

But its no use, because the heat in your gut wants more. So without notice, you sink your teeth into the back of his neck, enough to break the skin.

Yunho’s body stiffens beneath you, twitching as come spills onto the couch. His wet hole drenching your cock in slick “Ahhh.” He moans as you continue to thrust into him.

The taste of blood seeps into your mouth and you intensity increases. His body twitches begging you to stop because of the sensitivity, but you can’t. So you slam into him a few more times, constantly ramming into his prostate. The heat in your gut, that you’re no longer able to ignore, forces it way in. You legs shake at the need to pump harder before releasing everything you have into the depths of hole.

The room is quieter now, you both lay still. You don't pull out. You don't want to. Your face lay pressed against his damp skin as you try to recover your breathing.

The back of his neck slightly drips blood, when you see it, your eyes widen. But instead of regretting it you lick the remaining blood off his neck.

He hisses at the press of your tongue on his neck. He breathes out “You have to take responsibility for me now.” He said it so sure, like it meant for ever.

You nod.

Happily agreeing because you were always going to.

[zephimon]

Emersion Junkie

I don’t just have an idea, I live, beath and sleep with it. The moment my brain conjures up something, Im immediately pulled into the sunken place.

When i write, I pretend Im the character so my movements, and responses properly reflect the characters identity.

Im in this world, not to observe, but to exist and Im no longer me. Im who ever this world needs me to be, whether it’s the wind that stills in a moment or a beat of silence that makes your pulse race . A trail of tears that was never meant to fall. Or the cool of fingertips as they embrace the warmth of someone they longed for….

…um does anyone else do this or am I psychotic.

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Writer culture is posting the first chapter of your fic, then ceasing to write said fic for the rest of time

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[zephimon]

Me…..

[zephimon]

What do you think Xie Lian smells like …asking for a friend 👉🏾👈🏾 specifically here???

[zephimon]

The fic i want to read, im going to have to write myself….dammit

[zephimon]

As If You Were Real…

Wooyoung/Yunho

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Rape and Non Con elements, contains graphic violence and mentions of graphic violence, Blood and Gore, Dead Dove DO NOT EAT!!!

Additional Tags: reluctant consent, finger fucking, face fucking, psychosis, obsessive behavior, relief ending

Summary: Wooyoung’s been watching Yunho all night. How he walked into a space and it lit up instantly. How every where he went, laughter would follow.

Truth is, it wasn’t just this night. He’s been watching for a while. Every step , every breath, how he casually brushed his fingers through his hair—pure perfection. Tonight…tonight he couldn’t help but want him all to hisself. 4,742 word

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The gala lights had barely dimmed when Wooyoung walked in and saw him. Yunho, laughing softly with Mingi and San. Tux open low enough to expose the stretch of his neck and beautiful pale skin. Every movement showed how his beautiful collar bones glistened in the light. This was Wooyoung’s favorite look from him. That effortless look that pretended to be innocent, but wasn't.

The hall was filled with the rest of the members, producers and other guests that they worked with in the past. As full as the space may have been, Wooyoung spotted him immediately. How could he not. Those beautiful slim legs stood out everywhere he went. And that bubbly aura, perfection.

Wooyoung didn’t bother going over. He was taking photos and didn’t want to interrupt. Yunho handed his phone to Mingi, And his immediate shift into character was mesmerizing. San and Mingi quickly gave approving nods as he was posing for the first few photos. Yunho glanced at his phone, nodded and handed the phone back to Mingi. This time he changed his posing. He slipped into character again so seamlessly, it was hard to tell when the act began. He draped his hands up to his chest, fingertips brush the edge of his neck, turning slightly to the side. Expression softening into something so pure, so innocent, it was impossible not to want.

But just as innocent as he appeared, someone was fantasizing about destroying that face, those plump lips that pouted at every picture like they wanted teeth sank into them, that neck—that neck was meant to be strangled and just as his last breath left his body, a relieving exhale would exit those beautifully bruised lips. And those hands, the way he knew how to delicately place them, where all you could imagine was destroying them.

Wooyoung imagined all of this.

What if I tied him up. What he made that same exact face for me. What if— “Would you like a glass sir?” Wooyoung stared intently at him, never lifting his gaze as he accepted his glass of champagne .

A waiter made his way over to Yunho, Mingi and San with glasses of champagne. Mingi and San reached for theirs first. Nothing out of the ordinary. The glass Yunho chose was fuller than the rest, so when he reached for it some spilled slightly on his fingers.

Instead of him grabbing a napkin and wiping his hands, he placed his thumb in his mouth a dragged it out slowly, sucking the tip just to get the champagne off.

Wooyoung’s throat bobbed.

Then he placed his second finger in, and just before pulling it out insufferably slow, he peered up at Wooyoung.

Whether it was intentional or not…who knows.

But Wooyoung couldn't look away. He knew he should’ve. He could barely keep it together that night. Though his face was unmoved, he casually yanked at his pants, trying to conceal his hard on.

And just as the last finger left his lips, his eyes met Wooyoung’s and he smiled, lifting his hand in that effortless way that drove him crazy, Like he did it on purpose.

Wooyoung’s hands had been trembling ever since. He told himself it was the champagne, the crowd, the flashing cameras. But now, hours later, the only sound in the hotel suite was the hum of the air conditioner and Yunho’s slow, even breathing from the bed.

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Yunho’s eyes were clouded and as he went to sit up, he felt drowsy and confused. His mouth was stuffed with cloth.When he reached his hand over to remove it, he was brought to and abrupt stop, as he couldn’t move his arms and legs. He looked over—his wrist and legs was tied. Bright red cordage intertwined between his wrist then wrapped around the bed post. Same with his legs. It was wrapped so delicately, so beautifully, he almost couldn’t be upset.

He look down at his body, his eyes was still glossy but his vision was slowly coming back. He was completely undressed except for the white button down shirt he wore under his tux and a choker which seem to be pulled tighter that he could barely swallow.

Immediate panic seeped through his veins. He lifted his head and looked around. A hotel room. Thats it. He didn’t see anybody. He started yanking his wrist and ankles until they turned red. All he could do was make muffled sounds and keep pulling. Pain burning through his wrist, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. After a few minutes, he heard footsteps approaching from the next room.

The room was dimly lit except above the bed he was tied to. All he could see was a tall slender figure wearing all black carrying a glass of water.

As he walked to the bed Yunho’s pace began to quicken and the figure became more recognizable the closer he came in the Light.

Wooyoung.

Yunho started mumbling. “Mmm. Mmm.”

Maybe he was pleading to be let go. Of course he was. His eyes told Wooyoung everything. He was confused what was going on but all Wooyoung could see was beauty slowly cracking.

He made this face once. They were filming a video where they were trapped in a room with spiders and Yunho had to stay in there for three minutes but before he could make it to that time frame, he used the safe word and the producers let him out. But staring at the monitors from the other side, was Wooyoung, sitting with his legs wide open, slightly aroused, tugging at his pants to make space for how hard he was. He wanted to see that face again. He needed it. He ached for it.

Now in an empty hotel room, with no one to the right or left of them because he made sure to book those rooms too, Yunho was making that face again. That face that made Wooyoung’s body hot and his dick rock hard. He leaned in and whispered in his ears, “I’m gonna remove the gag, don’t scream.” His voice was calm—too calm for the situation.

But Yunho wasn’t listening so when he removed the gag he screamed. “Ahh…HELP!…Mingi…San—mmph.”

Wooyoung covered his mouth.

But he still tried to yell. Muffled sounds escaped through Wooyoung’s fingers as he wiggled and squirmed for help. He bit down hard on Wooyoung’s fingers, but it was no use. Yeah it hurt, but that only aroused him more.

Wooyoung smiled. A scary shit eating grin, like watching him squirm and afraid for his life the was the whole point.

Chills ran down Yunho’s spine. He stiffened up and stop resisting.

Wooyoung reacted in kind. “You need to drink some water so you’re not dehydrated.”

Yunho nodded, eyes softened with vulnerability. Like he’d do anything to be free. This was perfect. He removed his finger from his mouth and Yunho could help but plead. “Wooyoung, why are you doing this? let me go, please—.”

Wooyoung placed the cup to his lips. “Drink.”

But before Yunho could take a sip , Wooyoung was already pouring water into his mouth.

It wasn’t much but he started choking. Facing turning bright red as he tried to catch his breath.

Wooyoung brows furrowed he was getting impatient. But it wasn’t time. He still was waiting for his last call of the day. It was Hongjoong . He always called to make sure everyone made it home safe. He placed the gag back in his mouth, leaned in and whispered, “Behave for me tonight. Okay?” Then walked into the other room.

Once the door shut, Yunho attempted to pull free, but it was no use. He yanked and pulled until he felt drowsy again. And against his will, fell back to sleep.

Wooyoung watch him from the other room. He told himself he was doing the right thing. That Yunho wanted him too. The way he would always peer over to see if he was looking. He wants this.

—

The sound of the clock was ticking . An hour or so passed and Yunho was finally awake. He pretended to be sleep as he slightly overheard Wooyoung’s phone call.

“Yea, he's staying with me, but he’s sleep already.”

The door opened.

Wooyoung was happy. He finally had him to himself. Although his smile wasn’t visible his eyes was brimming with excitement.

He sat at the edge of the bed studying Yuhno’s elegant features. It almost hurt to look at him. So calm, so unaware. Too beautiful to survive untouched.

He reached over and gently placed the cup to his lips. A gentleness that didn’t belong in a room like this.“Don't scream. ”

Yunho nodded.

Wooyoung removed the gag and placed the cup to his lips.

He drank it.

Some of the water trickled down the side of his mouth.

Slowly, meticulously, Wooyoung wiped it with his fingers then sucked it off. He searched his wrist, they were red with burns and slightly bleeding. He struggled so much. It resonated with him in a soft, aching way. He leaned in and kissed his wrist. He was going to destroy them even more.

“What are you you doing—“

Now Wooyoung was licking the only exposed part of his arm that wasn’t covered by his shirt.

“Be good for me please and I’ll let you go.”

Yunho didn’t respond. His eyes burned with confusion as he watch Wooyoung climb on top of him. His first reaction was to push him off but the binds yanked his arms back.

“You don’t feel drowsy anymore? Right?”

Yunho didn't respond.

“I just wanted you all to my self tonight.” Wooyoung pleaded as he pressed his lips into his exposed collar bone. “Will you let me?”

Yunho still couldn’t speak. He knew he didn’t have many options. Hongjoong knew they were together, so if he could just make it to morning…

Wooyoung dragged his tongue across his neck. Tasting his skin, he almost lost it. He sank his teeth into his collarbone. He tasted so sweet. So pure. He couldn't help but bite him again. This time it broke skin.

Yunho hissed but there wasn't nothing more he could do.

Wooyoung looked up. Fear taking over any existence on purity in Yunhos’s face.

“Please let me go. Just take the binds off. I’ll do whatever.”

But it was a lie, Wooyoung knew, Yunho knew he knew.

He didn’t care. He finally got the chance to destroy something so perfectly made. It wasn’t like he wanted to. He couldn’t help it. He was too inviting. So naive, acting like he didn’t know what he doing.

Wooyoung sank his teeth in again. This time Yunho’s response was to bite back any sound coming out. He bit his bottom lip as Wooyoung consistently placed bite marks over his chest, breaking the skin every time. He moved down to his nipples and Yunho accidentally let a moan slip.

“Ahhh…mmf.”

Wooyoung’s only response to this was to grip his waist. And continue to suck. His fingers sank into his ribcage as he tightened his grip around his slender waist. Thumbs pressing in so deep and so hard that, when he moved his hands lower, you could see finger marks.

Yunho squirmed underneath him. Wave after wave of warmth flooded his body. He tried to hold back his arousal but he was getting harder since. Every time he resisted and squirmed, his cock rubbed up against Wooyoung’s stomach.

Wooyoung felt it too.

The harder he got. The harder he sucked.

Pleasure soon shifting into pain as he continued to over suck his nipples raw.

“Stop…Stop. Please it hurts too much. Please.”

Yunho pleaded. Now on the verge of tears.

Wooyoung came up to his face. His eyes swirling with lust. All he wanted to do in that moment, was shove his dick is his mouth until more tears ran down his face, until he choked on his come. But he didn’t. Not yet. He wanted to slowly break him. Slowly watch him crack. “Don’t cry, I’ll make you feel good too.”

Yunho snapped.

“Are you crazy? Untie me.”

His anger was so breakable, Wooyoung thought.

But Yunho didn’t let up. “Your a psycho. Let me go. Let me—“

Yunho voice was cut off but not because Wooyoung covered his mouth, but because he took that long beautiful neck, covered in bite marks and placed it in his hands.

“What are you...” Yunho let out a choked sound.

Wooyoung gripped tighter. Thumbs sinking into Yunhos vocal chords. Cutting off all oxygen.

“You…looked at me.” Wooyoung spat.

Yunho froze in fear. Unable to catch his breath. Too scared to panic because his grip would tighten. The buckle to the chocker sank deeper into his skin, but all he could do was freeze.

“I just want you for tonight. Can I have that?”

Out of fear, Yunho nodded.

“Are you going to behave?”

He was on his last breath, eyes leaking but he nodded again.

Wooyoung stared, trying to savor the fear in his eyes. But also to see if he was lying. His dick got harder as Yunhos eyes teared and started to roll in the back of his head.

“Okay.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips before letting go.

His lips were still pressed to the others when he took his first inhale, breathing the same air as him. Wooyoung took this as how much he needed him. He watched his eyes flutter open, still dazed, still trembling as he tried to catch his breath. God, he was so beautiful like this. If he only knew.

Wooyoung’s hands slid into his pants to pull out his cock. Stroking it before pressing it against Yunhos beautiful plump lips, smearing pre-come around them. He should’ve destroyed them before this.

He gripped his chin, “Open.”

Yunho shook his head and pressed his lips together.

“You must know—I like when you resist,” Wooyoung whispered as he slid his hand down to his neck that held fresh hand prints.

His mouth opened just as quickly as Wooyoung slid his dick in. He pressed in deep.

Yunho choked.

Wooyoung didn’t thrust right away. He kept still. Buried in him like he was starved for warmth. He felt everything. His tongue, the back of his throat opening and closing around him, those teeth that so desperately wanted to bite down on him.

He pushed in deeper. “Ahh…shit.”

Watching Yunho gasp for air, eyes glassy and wet was so intoxicating. Wooyoung could come right here and now.

He started moving slow at first. Sliding in out— watching how Yunhos mouth gripped around him. How wet he was making his cock. He couldn’t rush this. How could he? He finally got to see such pathetic beauty.

Tears trailed down Yunhos face only causing Wooyoung to slam in harder. Thrusting so fervently he almost lost himself. He wanted to come so deep in his throat that he choked, begging for him to stop. And when he looked down and saw he was getting exactly what he hoped for, he gripped Yunho’s face tighter. Thrusting through every tremor his body made.

Wooyoung wanted more though. He leaned down and whispered, “Open wider,”

He didn’t. But that didn’t matter to Wooyoung.

He gripped the headboard and slammed in Yunhos mouth so violently. Chills built in the pit of his stomach every time he looked down and Yunho was still there. His finger dug into the headboard. He desperately wanted to come, he wanted to break him while coming. Crack his skull and watch him bleed, than used the blood as lube and fuck him. Over and over. He needed it so bad he could cry.

Wooyoung vision blurred and confusion in his mind rose just as fast as his orgasm. He thrusted harder until he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Damn…haa…why did i wait so long for this?” Wooyoung muttered as hot come shot to back of Yunhos throat.

His legs shook and trembling as come continued shoot from his cock and he continued to rock in and out his mouth. He refused to pull out. Yunho was choking on his come and it was better than he’d ever imagined

Slowly extracting his dick from Yunhos mouth, he wiped the remaining fluids again his top lip, then pressed his lips against his. He kissed him slow at first—remembering the pepero game and how close they came to kissing. He fantasized about this moment—how he would sink his teeth in his lips. He pressed his tongue in. Swirling it around. Learning the inside of his mouth.

Yunho didn’t kiss him back. His body trembled in fear. As he try to avoid the tingling sensation every time Wooyoung slid his tongue against his.

Wooyoung didn't let up. Even with the left over taste of his own come. He bit down on Yunho’s bottom lip.

Yunhos body trembled.

He sank his teeth harder, breaking the skin. Sucking hard as his bruised lips bled. But it still wasn't enough.

Wooyoung wondered, how could he break him and still have him? His mind ached in confusion. He could feel his morality bending, twisting into something he shouldn’t want, but he couldn’t stop. All he could do was kiss down this beautifully bruised torso.

He kissed down his body, nipping and sucking anywhere he please. He kissed his belly button. The lower. Down to his hip line. Dragging his tongue up and around his cock.

He was half hard. Yunho hated he couldn’t control his body. Hated that those soft kisses down his body felt too genuine. Hated that being choked until his last breath left him slightly aroused. He felt a twinge in the pit of his stomach, as Wooyoung’s mouth trailed up and down his cock. Fuck

Wooyoung felt every twitch. How his cock got harder the closer he came to orgasming. He placed his hands around his cock with a firm grip and moved at a steady pace. Gripping, twisting and slurping until he felt Yunhos body stiffen. He was close.

Yunho tucked his in his shoulder unable to stifle any moans. Stupid. Stupid body. “Ahh…”

Warm sticky liquids seeped into Wooyoung’s mouth, as he felt tremor after tremor run down Yunhos legs. He didn’t care though. He continued to suck him through it. He wanted every part of him.

Wooyoung looked up at Yunho, his face was still tucked into his neck. He move closer cupping his face. The face again. The one in the picture he posed for at the gala. He doesn’t even know what he's doing. Such breakable features.

Wooyoung went to untie one hand. “ If you behave I’ll untie more.”

Yunho eyes widened as he nodded. That was all the hope he needed.

Wooyoung looked at how happy he was to have one hand untied and it make his dick throb. He took his pants and underwear off before climbing back in the bed. He leaned in and pressed gentle kiss on Yunho’s mouth, then without notice, he pressed two fingers in his mouth. Chills ran down his spine as he moved around Yunho’s mouth. Pressing his tongue down, rubbing the roof then pushing his fingers further back. Yunho nearly choked.

He looked up at wooyoung, eyes pleading for his life but also pleading for him to go deeper, he just didn’t know.

Wooyoung did. He shoved them further in until all his knuckles was in him. Yunho choked and coughed, making his eyes water. Drool spilled down his chin as Wooyoung pulled his soaked fingers out his mouth and brought it to his own ass. He kissed the side of Yunho mouth then thanked him before placing both fingers to his entrance.

Circling them around to get it nice and wet. He started with one finger tip barely pushing in slowly before he placed the next one in. He pushed in to the first set of knuckles before letting out a deep moan. “mmh.”

Yunho stared in shock. As he pushed his fingers in deeper.

“Mnf— “ Wooyoung let out another moan as he teased his own hole, trying to loosen it. He circled first then a scissor motion until his fingers was fully in.

He grabbed shocked Yunhos free hand and placed them to his lips. His hands were Wooyoung’s favorite. How slender they were, that you could easily see the veins. How he always placed them delicately in photos. How he constantly flaunted them. He wanted to know what they taste like. He took the three middle fingers and shoved them in his mouth. He sucked and licked and nibbled, while simultaneously finger fucking himself.

But it wasn’t enough.

He need them deeper inside him. He wanted to sink his teeth in them, but this had to be enough. He bit down hard before pulling Yunhos slicked hands out his mouth.

Now, Yunho still in utter shock, Dick half hard from the arousal of Wooyoung sucking his fingers, though he refused to acknowledge that, just laid there. Watching Wooyoung, off to the side of him, sit over his hand and placed three of his fingers in his ass.

Wooyoung felt every curve, every vein of his fingers as they slid into him. Wooyoung gripped his wrist and rocked on his fingers. Slowly at first. Moaning between each grind.

“haa…mnf…” he weeped “Yunho…mmm…your fingers…mnf…they feel so good.”

Yunho looked away. Heat and shame twisted low in his gut.

Wooyoung picked up the pace rolling his hips, gasping for release. His hole tightened around Yunhos hand but he needed more. He reached down and started stroking himself while continued to ride his fingers. Only needing to stroke his dick a few times before his orgasm built.

He looked down At Yunho. Wooyoung growled low as he orgasm built. “Look at me.”

He don't know why, but he did. He looked at him.

His obedience wasn't just arousing; it was ruinous. It made it harder to hold back.Wooyoung gripped Yunhos free wrist, buried his fingers in deep, and rode as hard as he could. Constantly crashing into that spot. Stroking his cock to match the pace. Over and over until his control slipped.

“Ahh…im gonna come…”

He stroked himself a few more times before he angled himself so he came directly on Yunhos face.

Yunho stared blankly, silently, as warm liquids slid slowly down the side of his face.

Wooyoung stared at him. Fingers still in his ass. It’s not enough. He took two fingers and spread the come across his cheek until it reached his mouth. He shoved his fingers in deep causing him to gag. Yunho’s eyes watered as he tried to swallow but couldn’t. Despite dissatisfaction, Wooyoung eventually pulled his fingers out his mouth.

Yunhos was gasping for air, “Wooyoung…”

But he couldn’t say anymore than that.

Wooyoung reached over for the gag and he panicked. “No…please don't—” but it was too late. He shoved the gag in his mouth, climbed off the bed and sat in the corner of the room.

—

The chair sat facing the bed. It was in the corner of the room the was the darkest. From where Yunho was all you could see was the pale of his legs and the gold of a freshly lit cigarette. Wooyoung, just in a black dress shirt half buttoned, watched as Yunho tried to pull free. Watched as he yanked and yanked. As he looked over, pleading. Muffled screams continuously breaking through the gag.

He struggled for the length of his cigarette, fighting until the last flick of ash. Then he went still. Wooyoung glanced over and the silence was filled with broken sniffles. Streams of tears ran down his face, he couldn’t stop them.

But he shouldn’t have done that.

Wooyoung stood up, walking slowly to Yunho. He needed to see for himself. He wanted to see exactly how he looked being broken apart. The closer he got to the bed the more fear rose in Yunho. He turned his face away.

Wooyoung stood over him. Watching as he weeped. He gripped Yunhos chin so he would face him.

Yunho struggled but he couldn’t resist his strength.

Wooyoung voice too calm, “Look at me.”

He refused. Still trying to pull away. Eyes closed tight.

Wooyoung took the still lit cigarette and pressed it into his thigh. He struggled between wanting to see his weeping eyes and the burn break through his skin.

Yunho eyes flew open as he struggled through the pain. “Mmf…mmf.”

Wooyoung leaned in and kissed around his gagged mouth. Staring at this pale body. Blooming with bruises. His only thought,

It isn’t not enough.

—

The next two days were the same. Wooyoung would get up, feed and bathe Yunho before completely tarnishing his body. Constantly using him as he pleased. His mind was a muddled mess. He wanted to let him go but he couldn’t. Every part of him was covered in bites and bruises with no pale skin in sight. He watched that battered body…why…why isn't this enough?

Yunho soon gotten used to the repetition. He tried to convince himself he'd let him go soon, that everything would work out, until he overheard another call.

“Yea, he’s still not feeing well and I don't anyone to get sick.”

Oh,So thats why Hongjoong didn’t come for me.

His eyes watered. How much longer was he going to have to endure this. Why didn’t someone check on me. His heart ached as he shed tears. Only to cry himself to sleep.

—

The next day:

Yunho woke up to excruciating amount of pain and the sound of Wooyoung moaning. Red—everywhere. Panic clawing up his throat. “Wooyoung…” He went to speak but no words came out.

Wooyoung sat atop of him, eyes swirling with intensity. Blood dripped from his mouth, down to his chin then down his chest. Yunho’s stomach turned. He couldn’t tell whose blood it was.

Wooyoung looked euphoric dragging blood slick fingers to his lips, moaning as he tasted it. He held something in his hand, holding it like it was something sacred. With a faint hum, he smeared more blood on it and pressed it against his hole.

Yunho’s heart sank. He knew what it was. He looked over—his wrist was still tied. Relief, than panic rose. He tucked his head in his shoulder. He couldn’t look. He already felt its absence, he just refused to admit it.

Wooyoung rocked on his dismembered hand like it was nothing. Like he hadn’t just ripped it from Yunhos body. He smeared blood on cock then started stroking himself. This was perfect. And every now and again, he’d look at Yunho who was stunned into silence. His vision got blurry as his orgasm built. Watching those glossy eyes, pleading for anyone to come save him, he looked so precious. He’s lucky he even let him keep those eyes. He looked around at the bed, and at the bloody mess Yunho made, and his orgasm reached its climax.

He centered hisself above Yunho, and through labored breathing, he came directly on his face. But before Yunho could really process what was happening, he passes out

Now:

“Yunho, Yunho…wake up.”

Yunho jumped out his sleep, surrounded by the other members. He sat up quickly.

“What going on.” Yunho stuttered as he tried to slow his breathing and collect his thoughts.

He looked around and he was at a restaurant in a corner booth. San, Mingi and Hongjoong sitting on his side. While Yeosang, Wooyoung and Jungoh and Seonghwa sat across from him. Wooyoung directly in front of him.

Hongjoong placed his hands on his shoulder. “You okay?”

He still couldn’t get his breathing under control. He looked down at his hands, both there. Then down at his chest. Nothing but beautiful pale skin.

“Hyung, you have to stop drinking so much, you passed out.” Jungoh said as he pushed a cup of water in his direction.

Everyone one laughed except him.

Yunho placed the cup to his lips, and peer at Wooyoung over the edge.

Wooyoung furrowed his brow in confusion.

Yunho looked at all the members confused. Then back at Wooyoung. What a crazy dream—

But just as that thought passed, he felt the slide of someone’s toe up his pants leg.

He looked up,

Wooyoung!

[zephimon]

I was asked what i was reading

My response:

Girl soo much stuff. I just finished Captive prince series(audio book) listened to it at work, im reading kinnporsche novel. While juggle reading ever fanfic the one writer ever wrote on blue lock💀. Almost done btw. Then im reading dreaming of dokkeabi while waiting for backlight, melting point, wet sand, behind the scenes and nerd project to drop episodes. While simultaneously catching up on the two webtoons i pay for on patreon which im too lazy to cancel. Oh and im reading the Jealousy manga series, the blue lock manga series and the Madk manga series.

[zephimon]

Is it too much to ask for a Fic in Moriarty the Patriot. Mature or Explicit, MlM but real mm 😑, where William is a power-bottom and Sherlock is an obedient top, as canon as possible, extra smutty 6-10k words, no plot , sexual tension, a frenemies tag and a partridge and a pear tree. Like damn . I don’t think I’m asking for too much.