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Professor Kim would be waiting on the other side of the door. You had heard so many stories about him, from girls in your classes and hallway gossip. Two semesters into teaching and his classes were already a bloodbath to get in during registration, not because his classes were all so interesting, but because students on campus had taken quite a liking to the physique of the professor. You’d never seen him before, but when you saw he was offering a new poetry class, you had to take into the opportunity—to learn of course.

There were rumors that some girls had become so obsessed with him that the Dean had to get them transferred, others that there were students who swore up and down that they had slept with said professor—in their dreams—but it had felt so real to the point that they had started believing it themselves.

‘He can’t be that handsome…’ you thought to yourself when you heard a guy excitedly tell his friends how he just knew Professor Kim wanted him.

As your watch marked 4:30PM, you open the door to the classroom, all front seat already taken by girls with skirts too short and necklines too deep, clearly in efforts of catching the attention of the “hot” new professor. Pathetic, that’s what they were, parading themselves for a man that will merely see them as disposable, they all did, they were all the same.

There was a seat towards the end of the lecture hall, just perfect for you, away from the giggles and whispers of those oogling the teacher. Just a perfect view of the board and quiet enough to sit with your little pathetic broken heart.

Five minutes later, sharp, you hear the door open and the whispers subside. An odd feeling crept up your body as a shiver went down your spine, the warm light of the hall flickered slightly—odd. A tall muscular man in his early 30s stood in front of the room, a white button up hidden behind a black coat adorned his body, his hair was neatly brushed back, with a couple of messy strands framing his hair perfectly, probably due to the wind outside.

Professor Kim. The rumors were kinda true—he was handsome, but not ‘make you go mad handsome’, at least to you.

“Ms. _____?” You heard a male voice call, pulling your gaze up from your notebook, you met his eyes.

Odd.

There was something odd about his eyes, but you decided to let it go, blaming it on the long distance.

“Here.” You said softly, a hum resonated from his throat.

“Welcome to the class, Ms. ______.” A smile. Odd smile—almost a smirk. For some reason it sent shivers down your spine, the way his eyes looked dark from up your row was weird, but nonetheless you shrugged it off, you were just tired. Tired in so many ways.

You felt some lingering gazes from some people at the front, but paid no mind to them as your eyes quickly went back to your notebook. Class went on as normal, despite your body temperature suddenly feeling cold, but hey, it was fall after all.

As soon as the clock marked 6:00PM, Professor Kim concluded the class, all students getting up their seats and preparing to head home. Still, some students lingered around to ask the professor stuff—mostly his office hours and extra credit opportunities, if you know what they meant…

Your bag slung over your shoulder after stuffing your notebook and laptop back in, quickly making way down the lecture hall and towards the door. Just as you were to push past the door you hear a voice call your name, awfully close.

“Goodbye, Ms. ______.” Deep and dark—almost seductive right next to your ear, tickling a little.

The proximity of the voice made you turn around immediately. The over of the voice, however, was still at his desk, a couple of girls surrounding him.

A hum of confusion had left your lips, his attention suddenly on you.

“Everything okay, Ms. ____?” Professor Kim asked, glacing at you, feigning worry. Something about him was off, your brain was yelling at you, but you brushed it off—obviously thats crazy to think, you didn’t know the man.

“Yeah, I thought I heard someone calling.” You said dismissively, a snort coming from one of the girls at his desk.

“Sure, you did…” her eyes rolled.

“M’kay. Have a nice night, see you Friday.” The man said giving you the same smile as earlier, prompting you to finally leave the classroom.

You were tired. Definitely. That had to be it.

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Days passed, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, you found yourself in the same seat—center seat, last row of the lecture hall. Every class was the same, you came in, he took roll, his eyes lingered, you avoided his gaze, shivers up your spine, a smirk on his face, and a cold feeling on your skin. It always seemed as if no one else felt it, the coldness of the room, the strange atmosphere, dark gaze, lopsided smirk—you couldn’t be imagining that every day, could you?

After a couple of weeks, your first assignment had been graded. An A+. Of course, you deserved that grade, you put your heart into the assignment, literally. It was like a leak you couldn’t fix, words just came, pouring all feelings of solitude and heartbreak into paper.

‘That is what prompted him to call you after class’, you told yourself as you waited for the last person seeking to get more from him to leave. As soon as he did, Professor Kim’s eyes were on you, a softer smile on his face.

“Your work was exceptional, Ms. ____!” He announced. “You have an incredible talent with words, I could feel every single word in your work.”

“Thank you, Professor. I tried my very best.” You said, feeling lighter, a breath you didn’t know you were holding leaving your lips.

“I would love to have you join the University’s new Poetry Club. It’s pretty new, nothing too fancy yet.” His hands worked on stacking some papers due for grading. “I am in charge of it and I think you would be a great first addition to it as we grow, what do you think?”

First addition? As in… just you? Something told you to reject, yet your mouth had other plans, it’s not like you had a social life anyway. Eventually more people would join and you would meet new friends… right?

“Sure! That sounds interesting.” You said softly, a small chuckle left his lips.

“Cool, I’ll email you the details once we have a meeting date set. Have a good night, Ms. _____.”

“You too, Professor…” you turned to leave, but that voice returned. It was his voice, you knew that.

‘I’ll see you tonight.’ A shiver. You turned back to see him still at his desk, already grading papers, his tie a bit looser.

It wasn’t him, he was too far. It was all in your head, you were imagining things. Then why did that voice kept on replaying in your head?

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The drive back home was quiet, just the faint music coming from the speakers as you pulled into your complex’s parking garage. You discarded your jacket and sweater by the door, getting more comfortable as you prepared to sleep in—it was the weekend after all, no school and no work.

After a quick warm shower, you were ready in your pajamas under the covers. The view to the city was relaxing as you indulged in a book. You loved reading before bed, love stories made you mend your heart slightly, it was nice thinking love was a real thing in some universe far away—not on this one though.

After an hour or so, you put the book away, lying on your side after turning off your bedside lamp. The quiet murmuring of the city from your window soothed your eyes into a peaceful slumber.

That is until you heard that voice again. This time it was obviously in your dreams, right in your left ear.

“Aren’t you a pretty little thing?” You tried to turn around, but couldn’t. Then you felt a large hand, soft but cold, caress your shoulder.

You couldn’t lie, it felt nice to be touched like this, even if it was just in your dreams.

“So lonely and dejected.” The voice taunted you, but the soft finger tips approached your hips, where they pressed softly, pulling you back against their much larger frame.

This was kinda nice.

“I bet you taste so sweet,” an involuntary gasp left your mouth as his fingers danced closer to your inner thighs. “I can smell this neglected little cunt all the way from my desk every day, baby.”

You froze at that. What the fuck were you dreaming?!

“Every time you are immersed in your notebook and you shiver, I can see your pretty nipples harden under your sweater. Such a slutty little thing.” The fingers of the person behind you dipped further between your legs, finally touching your heat over your panties—a moan leaving your lips.

You wanted to look back, but your body was anchored to its side on the mattress. You should’ve panicked, but it was a dream after all.

“A whole year without anyone kissing this wet cunt is torture. But I’m here to change that, baby. I will give you what he couldn’t.” A set of sharp teeth sunk on your shoulder softly. “I will give you what he was giving her all that time. I will fuck this little pussy raw until all you can think about is how warm my cum feels deep inside.”

Your thighs pressed together around the large manly hand and your back arched back slightly.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you, little harlot?” His middle finger pressed down your wet clotherd slot, playing with your hole teasingly. “You want your professor to cum deep inside you, fuck the loneliness out of you.”

You nodded. ‘Yes’, you wanted to scream, you really did want your Prof- wait… Who? Before you could even panic, his fingers dipped beyond your panties and into your warm hole. A moan finally leaving your lips.

“Fuck, you are so wet, baby.” With that, he moved you to lay on your back, finally letting you see his face. His fingers scissored inside your heat, provoking a moan from you.

His eyes were dark, not only in color but in aura. A smirk decorated his face, sharp fangs showing slightly. Professor Kim, you were having a wet dream about your teacher.

What the fuck?

“Expected someone else, pretty?” He asked seductively, leaning in to lightly graze his teeth on your jaw. “I’ll see you some other day then, baby. Keep that pussy wet and nice for me, yeah?”

You jolted awake with a sharp inhale, sitting straight up in bed. Your heart was pumping way too fast in your chest. Sweat making your hair cling to your neck.

Your eyes turned to where he was, empty.

It was a dream, but it felt oddly real. His presence wasn’t real, but the heat between your legs was. Your back met the mattress again and your hand shamefully moved to the waistband of your pajama shorts.

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Loneliness was some weird bitch cause he visited your dreams every single night until Monday finally came along.

He didn’t do much, just a bite and a grope here and there, plus the occasional fingering between your legs. But you couldn’t help yourself after jolting awake, lulling yourself back to sleep with a cry of his name in your lips.

‘Mingyu’, he had told you one night prior to disappearing as he usually did. If that was his real name, you were not completely sure. But that was the name your mind had given him in your dreams.

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The walk into the classroom the following Monday was shameful to say the least. You had touched yourself to a dream version of your professor for five nights straight. With rapid speed, you found your seat and drifted away into nothingness until he took roll.

“Ms. ____?” He called, already looking up at you in the last row of the hall.

“Here.” You murmured without looking up. A smirk drawn on his face and he feigned deafness.

“Ms. ____?” He called again, eyes set on you. You knew he was looking at you. His gaze was too heavy not to notice.

You refused to look up, until you heard that voice again, close to your ear.

‘Look at me, pretty.’ It felt like a whisper in your ear and you couldn’t help but obey for some strange reason.

“I’m here.” You said, louder this time, meeting his eyes. A lazy smirk adorned his face as he nodded and moved unto the rest of the list. You found yourself lost in your notes, but could feel his eyes set on you once in a while through the whole class. Every stare was followers by a shiver down your spine and a sudden chilly breeze around you.

You swore every day was the same, Professor Kim’s eyes on you once in a while throughout the class. It felt like he gave you specific attention, but no one seemed to take notice of it. Odd. At this point, it had been 2 weeks of dreaming about him. Being anchored to your bed without any ability to move while he touched you. By the seventh dream, he had eaten you out, made you see stars, until you jolted awake. Your underwear had been moved to the side just like he did in the dream and you could’ve sworn your clit was swollen—but that was impossible, you must’ve moved in your sleep. Maybe you needed to get laid in real life to stop having these intense dreams about your teacher nonetheless.

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Your eyes scanned around the bar, nothing good would come out of this, you were sure, but you needed to release all the pent up lust. Everyday you couldn’t control your body, it was like you were stuck in your ovulation period. So, here you were now trying to find someone willing to fuck you and call it a night.

A tall muscular man came into your view, his eyes met yours and his lips drew into a smirk. In less than 3 seconds he was already making his way to you.

“Saw something you liked, gorgeous?” He let out an airy chuckle, no sign of alcohol in his breath. Perfect.

“Hmm, not sure, I was looking behind you.” You said, biting your lip. He let out an amused chuckle at that.

“Such a shame, cause I was looking straight at you.” He said, getting a little closer, your breath hitching.

He was just perfect. Tall, big biceps, thick eyebrows, and pretty plump lips—handsome all around. You could already imagine how the night was gonna end.

“May I buy you a drink?” He asked, “or would you rather we go somewhere else?”

“I think I can skip the alcohol for tonight.” You smiled softly, tracing his bicep with your index finger. The way he smiled while biting his bottom lip gave you a peek of dimples.

Yeah, tonight was gonna be great.

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Seungcheol’s (you had learned his name on the way to your place) hands gripped your ass while his lips devoured yours. Soft pants resounded from both of you while you guided him towards your bedroom. This was the first time you had brought a stranger home, but the way he touched you was enough to not drive your mind into overthinking.

“And to think I was going to stay home.” He murmured against your lips. “Such a pretty little thing, fuck, I saw you as soon as you came into the bar, baby.”

His hands pulled you in closer as you approached the bed. He was gentle with laying you down and you could definitely feel something flutter in your chest. The man removed his shirt with a grin, giving you a view to his chiseled torso, your hands reach out automatically to feel him.

“Let me remove these, baby…”

Soon your clothes were gone and he had your legs pressed against your chest as he rutted into you in a slow but more than satisfactory pace. He was big all around, stuffing you perfectly and making your mind forget all about Professor Kim. He had folded you into three positions already, making you cum in every single one.

“Still so tight, baby…” He said, but it wasn’t Seungcheol’s voice. You froze, heart beating out of your chest. It was the voice again, his voice.

“What?” You asked and he hummed.

Suddenly he stoped his tracks grabbing his ear in pain as he stumbled back.

“What’s wrong?” You asked sitting up quickly to help him, but he looked scared. His eyes zeroed behind you, you tried to look back but you were stuck in place.

“I gotta go.” He rushed to put his clothes on, you wanted to stop him, but you were anchored to where you at in bed.

And in less than two minutes he was gone.

“Tsk, you belong to me, remember?” The air was knocked off your lungs and you saw black.

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The following class your professor didn’t call your name like he usually did and you felt relieved. The extra attention was not for you and you were glad he seemed to stop. Until you felt his gaze extra heavy on you mid-exam. You looked up cautiously, he was staring back already. He looked angry? No, stern. His eyes dark and lips pressed into a thin line as he looked into your soul.

His fingertips tapped his desk and you could see he was tense. Did you do something? You weren’t cheating, if that is what he was thinking.

The man’s jaw clenched and you could see the movement even from up your row. You felt small under his gaze, this man had a weird fixation with you but you couldn’t voice it out without sounding crazy—cause you kinda had a fixation with him too, right?

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The eleventh dream came along and this time your teacher ate you out and made you suck him off at the same time. His thick veiny cock dragged deliciously against your tongue with every bob of your head; his large hands gripped at your ass while his tongue lapped your soaked cunt. The wet sound of his tongue and the saliva pooling at your mouth rang in your ears mixed with the soft city noises from your window. You felt hot and bothered, it was like you just couldn’t get enough, even if you tried waking up yourself to stop being a creep, you just couldn’t—not until he decided it was over.

“So fucking sweet. I can taste the despair and loneliness from this pretty pussy, sweetheart.” He growled, his hand came to do spank your left cheek harshly. The sting only sending you closer to the edge, if it were real the smack would surely leave a mark. “Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

He hummed, two fingers entering you without warning, making you moan around his shaft. Everything was making you dizzy and you wanted nothing more than to have his cum dripping down your throat. Your moans only grew louder and louder as he plunged his fingers at an insane speed.

“You’re so tight, baby. Can’t wait to finally put my cock inside you next time.” Mingyu said, almost like a promise.

Your tongue lazily played with the vein of his cock, a hand now pumping the lower half. The man beneath you groaned loudly as thick ropes of white flooded your mouth, you drank every single drop he gave you.

“Fuck, Mingyu!” you came with a scream ripping off your throat as he placed a kiss on your core before everything went black.

This time, you didn’t jolt abruptly awake—as a matter of fact, you woke up past your alarms at 4:00PM, there was no way you’d get to class on time, his class to make everything worse. So you opted to skip it.

You woke up in the same position you were in the dream, your feet by your pillows, legs and jaw sore. Weird. Looking at the clock, you forced yourself awake, wiping drool off your chin with the back of your palm.

Your legs nearly gave out when you stood, a sting in your ass as you made way towards the bathroom. The reflection in the mirror caught you off guard—disheveled hair, tear stains in your cheeks, and when you turned to the side you saw the worst part. A bruise.

A gasps left your lips, it was a hand mark. A big one, right where Mingyu had smacked you in your dream. You were definitely going insane, this wasn’t real. Quickly reaching for your phone, you opened the camera app and took a picture, if it showed up you knew for a fact that something was wrong.

And there it was. A hand print on your left ass cheek. Your phone fell off your shaking hands and into the floor, oxygen wasn’t reaching your lungs enough. Had he been here all this time? There was no way he had sneaked into your home, was there?

But that would explain the whispering, the stare, and Seungcheol’s sudden reaction that night.

You washed your face and quickly got dressed. You were going to find out and you would do it tonight, even if it made a fool out of you.

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Students were exiting the classroom by the time you got there. 6:40PM. It was already dark outside, but you couldn’t care less. You pushed by the doors to find your professor at his desk, grading papers. The sudden noise of footsteps made him look up.

“Ms. _____, class already ended.” He said softly, going back to what he was doing.

“Mingyu?” That’s all that could leave your lips. Your heart was racing and you saw him stop suddenly, turning his chair to stare at you with a blank expression.

Said expression slowly morphed into a smirk and clicked his tongue before chuckling deeply.

“Yes, baby?” He said slightly tilting his head and you could feel all of the blood drain from your face, yet there was a warm feeling in your belly.

“You-“ a finger pointed at him, the room was spinning and now you understood all the crazy stories, but you guess no one was ever stupid enough to ask him about it.

He pointed at himself, raising his eyebrows in amusement. This was funny to him.

“Come here.” His voice commanded and your body followed. Was it against your will? You were not too sure. “Did you need something from me, baby?”

“You-“ it was merely a whisper.

“Yes?”

“You have been breaking into my house.” You let out as a breath.

“Mmm, you let me in, baby.” He reached for your hips, pulling you closer, his face pressing into your abdomen and kissing it softly over your blouse. “And I don’t need to break in, I can just appear.”

You looked down at him, his eyes were fully black. You know you should be scared, but for some reason it just made you feel aroused. This sparked amusement in him, you weren’t scared… interesting.

“May I say you taste sweeter than any other little human I’ve had.” Large hands danced down your waist to your ass. “That guy from the other night was a coward, he couldn’t even last a second when I appeared behind you.”

Goosebumps arose on your skin at the memory.

“I just wanted to watch.” He laughed mockingly. “I couldn’t believe you had let another man into your bed.”

“Well, he gave me what you couldn’t give me in these past weeks.” You say as a matter of factly. “I was getting bored of just your fingers.”

Your fingers danced over his shoulders, and he took the opportunity to sit you in his lap. It was obvious he was already hard, but you swear you could feel every vain of his cock under his pants. He quickly unzipped them and without preparation, his hand went under your skirt to find you had no panties on. Mingyu only growled as he plunged you down his cock.

“Fuck!” You whined and let your head fall back as your hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight, baby.” He groaned against your collarbones, before biting down.

You felt so full. Nicely fucked and full, he had stretched you out in every way imaginable—and you were enjoying every single second of it. His large hands pulled down your blouse, letting your breasts bounce out. If you thought his eyes couldn’t get darker, you were wrong.

His mouth was quick to latch unto the hardened buds in your chest. Each suction sent electricity through your body, making you clench around his big length. He grabbed your hips to lift you up and slam you back down his cock, his mouth ravening in the sweetness of your breasts.

Mingyu’s grip was harsh on your hips and the force in which he moved you like a ragdoll was even harsher. He was overstimulating every single bundle of nerves in your body. His tongue worked magic on your nipples, making them red and swollen from the wet friction and his cock stretched you out as he glided through your warm cunt and hit your g-spot lusciously.

“Such a slutty little human, this is the best pussy I’ve had.” You should’ve snorted at that, cause it was a lie, he told everyone the same thing. But all your mouth could make out was moans of his name. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’re gonna beg for me to come back to this cunt every night.”

“Fuck, Mingyu, right there!” You moaned, feeling that sense of release approaching. “I want to cum all over your cock, please!”

“Of course you do, slut.” He smacked your ass over your skirt. “You’re gonna cum all over me and I want you to be messy. Then I will take you home and break your fucking bed from fucking you so much.”

His sharp teeth raked over the swell of your tits and that was enough to release the tension in your lower belly. A scream ripped from your throat and you felt his skin get wet. The sound of climax coating his body, chair, and floor mixed with your heavy breathing.

“Look at this mess, Seungcheol didn’t deserve this. This is only for me.” He grabbed your jaw and made you stare into the dark depths of his black eyes. “Say it. Say your pussy is only for me.” You moaned, lips so close to his.

“My pussy is yours. Only yours.” You whine out and he kissed you with force. Teeth almost breaking yours with the impact. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, not caring of the wet drooling mess falling from where your lips connected.

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Mingyu pushed past your bedroom door, he carried you while remaining deep inside you. He was indulging in everything you gave him. Your tits, your tongue, your pussy, your fingers pulling his hair. It was weird. You were weirdly addictive and this had never happened with any other human before.

“Let me down, I need your cock down my throat right now.” He does as you say, letting you think you have some control over him, and puts you down.

You strip off your clothes before guiding him to the chair by your desk. He sat down as you grinned down at him, raking your fingers down his chest.

Mingyu tried to reach up to grab your breasts but he couldn’t move. His face changed quickly, trying again, this time he tried to stand up but he was glued to the chair. You just stood before him, naked, smirking at him.

“What the fuck did you do?” He asked furiously and you only giggled while getting onto his lap.

“How does that feel, Mingyu?” You asked in a sickening sweet voice.

“What are you…” he asked, still trying to break free from whatever was holding his down. “Let me go before I kill you.”

You only laughed louder.

“Silly little incubus.” You booped his nose. “You can’t kill me. I control you now.”

Even though his eyes were lacking pupils, you could see a flash of panic in the dark of his eyes.

“Now, if we look up to the ceiling…” you grabbed his chin harshly, nails digging into his face while you pushed him to look up with you, a large group of runes painted on the ceiling above shined purple “We see that our dumb little demon didn’t realize he was fucking a witch. How does it feel to be controlled?”

“I knew you were an incubus. I just couldn’t believe you fell for the story about my cheating boyfriend and how heartbroken I was.” You pouted and mocked cried a little. “I should definitely take up on acting, did such a good job you couldn’t read the lies in my mind.”

His breathing was heavy and quick.

“Now, I don’t plan on killing such a gorgeous face. They really outdid themselves with you down there, such a pretty face.” You said, moving his head from side to side while giggling.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“The same thing you do, baby.” Your lips kissed his softly and you ground against his growing bulge—he was enjoying this. “How about this, I don’t kill you. Right? But you promise to fuck me whenever I tell you to. I think that’s a win-win situation for you.”

He laughed in disbelief.

“You’re fucking crazy.” He spat, a load groan ripping from his chest.

“And yet you are rock hard under me. I can feel you pulsing like horny loser.” You pout again. “I could also leave you bounded here, provoking you every single night. Draining you of energy slowly and painfully.” You smiled widely.

“You can’t kill me,” he said.

“Oh but I can. But we don’t want such a pretty face to go to waste.” You kissed his jaw until you reached his mouth. He groaned into the kiss, hips bucking up. You were intoxicating and now it made sense why you were so alluring to him. “Unfortunately for both of us, I think you are my soulmate, I was told a few years ago that I had a weird case of having a demon as a soulmate. My mother thought I was gonna die alone.”

Soulmate? The devil had given him a soulmate?

“Fine, but I will need to get energy from somewhere.” He bit your chin softly before you shook your head.

“If you agree, you can only sleep with me.” You smiled sweetly, mockingly. “I’ll give you enough energy so you don’t die. But you will never ever fuck any other being in the looooong years you have on Earth.” Which is forever, he knew that. For some reason that didn’t sound so bad to him, if you were his soulmate, maybe he could get used go this. He wasn’t lying when he said you had been the best fuck he’s had.

“Fine, I will do whatever you want.” He grinned and you bit down his lower lip until a metallic taste flooded your tongue.

Your teeth painted red as you smiled at him and he felt weirdly aroused at the sight. Your tongue lapped inside of his mouth sealing the pact.

And for some reason that sounded oddly nice. He was bound to your soul now, you’d be much gentler than the other dude anyway—and he couldn’t wait to fuck such a pretty little thing for eternity.

“Good job, Mingyu. You got yourself a brand new owner.”

No. It must be how well you slept. That happens sometimes. You wake up after a particularly good night’s rest and everything feels better. The sheets start to feel like satin under your bare skin. The mattress hugs you like a cloud, urging you to reach for your fiancé and curl yourself into his side. Only when you slide your hand along the sheets but that's all you feel. Ben got up before you and didn’t even say goodbye. 

Typical. 

Rolling towards the middle of the bed, you smile to yourself, feeling the sheets caress your lower back. God, it feels nice just to lie here. It feels nice to not rush yourself out of bed and back into another meaningless workday. There’s no telling how long you have before your alarm will go off… would it be so bad to just drift back off for a while? 

Another sigh leaves your lips and your brows furrow. How long had you drifted back off for? Your mouth feels like cotton and your stomach is beginning to complain for food. Reaching once more across the bed in search of Ben, your lips turn down.  

Things haven’t been perfect for you and your fiancé, but you do your best to make him happy. With that in mind, you finally pry your eyes open and whisper his name, only for the word to die on your lips as you notice where you are—where are you? 

The sheets undercovering your body aren’t your own. This bed isn’t yours. This bedroom isn’t yours. Panic begins to rush through you as you sit up in the bed and tug the sheet up to your chest, realizing you were feeling the sheets on your skin because you’re naked. Where are your clothes? 

“Ben?” Your voice echoes around the room and a feeling of dread settles in your chest. Looking around the room and towards the nightstand, your heart thumps loudly in your chest when you realize not only are you somewhere else but your phone isn’t next to you. In the place of your phone, you find a single red rose as if it were left for you to discover. 

Tears prick at your eyes even as you force yourself to tug the sheet from the bed and wrap it around you in an attempt to cover yourself. How could something like this happen? You rack your brain trying to remember the night before. 

Ben had to work late. You were upset with him, but you still made him dinner, promising to heat it up for him once he came home. You remember opening a bottle of wine. Was that the problem? You rarely drink but one glass of wine wouldn’t knock you out so heavily someone could come in and steal you straight from your bed. You couldn’t have been so drunk you’d sleep through someone taking you from your house, stripping you, and putting you in this bed. 

The tears sit on the rim of your eyes until you blink, causing them to spill over and run down your cheeks. You are trying to force yourself to think—to figure out what to do once you make it to the large black door across the room from you—when a knock sends a shiver down your spine. 

“Y/N? Are you awake?” 

Who is that? The voice is smooth and deep. It’s unfamiliar and yet he knows your name. Shaking your head, you scold yourself for caring if he knows your name. Of course your kidnapper would know your name. Is that what happened? You were kidnapped? 

Or is this something else? Have you finally snapped? Was the pressure of everything too much and now this is a delusion? Is the person behind that door a doctor? That could happen. Your fragile mind finally broke and this is a bougie hospital that your parents placed you in. 

Then again—why would they? It has been years since you spoke to your parents. You have separated yourself from their lives and sworn to become a better person. You had found a new home and a church where you felt comfortable. That was where you met Ben. You had fallen in love so quickly that you made yourself overlook all of your fiancé's questionable habits. You were—are going to get married in a year in the church that at first offered you safety and stability. 

“I know you’re awake. I’m going to open the door.” 

Taking a few steps back towards the bed, you feel your heart in your throat at the idea of whoever is on the other side of that door opening it. You only have a sheet to cover your body and you still have no idea who they are or where you are, but you only get a few seconds of panic before the door does open and a tall man steps through it. 

His eyes find you immediately and your breath gets caught in your throat. You had hoped for half a second that you’d know who it was. Maybe it was Ben forcing his voice lower, but that was a stupid wish because this man sounds nothing like Ben. Like his voice, his eyes are deep—so brown they almost seem black. You swallow hard and take another step back as he takes one towards you, letting the door shut behind him. 

“I know you’re confused.” 

That is an understatement. 

Whining under your breath, you stop walking backward when your butt knocks into the nightstand, causing the lamp to fall over behind you. “Wh—where am I?” Even your voice sounds different. It sounds strained and laced with fear. You swallow hard, trying to make more saliva to coat your overly dry tongue in hopes of sounding less small. “Who are you?”

The man smiles at you but it isn’t a normal polite smile. His lips form more of a smirk than a smile as he pushes his hand into the pocket of his black dress pants as he smooths his black button-down over his stomach. “You can call me Wonwoo.” 

That was one answer and yet not the one you desired more. Your eyes follow Wonwoo as he turns his eyes from you to glance around the room, his feet moving a few steps towards you until he sighs patiently. “As I said, you must be confused.” 

“Very. Tell me where I am. Why—did—did you kidnap me?” 

Smooth, Y/N. Like the kidnapper would just tell you if he did it. Cursing yourself under your breath, you hold the sheet tighter around your chest as you meet Wonwoo’s eyes once again. His laugh triggers a chill up your spine that has your skin erupting with chill bumps. He shakes his head and lifts the hand from his stomach to his head as he scratches his eyebrow, seeming to think carefully on his next words. 

“No, Darling. I simply collected what was mine.” 

Your pulse begins to beat loudly in your ears as your blood runs cold. Heat licks behind your eyes as you force yourself not to close them even as the world seems to spin in front of you. “Wh—what? I wanna go home…” You aren’t sure the words are spoken aloud. Finally closing your eyes, you whine at the sick feeling building in your stomach and rising up your throat as fear rips through your soul. 

Watching you start to sway, Wonwoo tilts his head and takes another step towards you. Humans are weak. There is no denying that. It doesn’t take much to see you are on the verge of passing out. There is sweat gathering on your temples and your skin has begun to take on an unnatural color when finally your legs give out. A rush of emotions pushes through Wonwoo as he closes the space between you and him just in time to sweep you from your unsteady legs and into his arms. 

You are so fragile. A mixture of intrigue and disgust worms its way through Wonwoo’s body before he turns to place you back on the bed, readjusting the black satin sheet around you so you are covered. The very act seems foreign to him. He has never attempted to protect anyone's modesty before and yet as he looks down on you now as your breathing begins to settle, Wonwoo finds himself not only keeping you covered but also pushing your hair back from your face. 

It’s just so he can look at you. At least that’s what he tells himself as his fingers stroke along your cheekbone down to your parted lips. The color has started to return to you; your lips, while cracked from dehydration, are the right color again. 

Settling onto the bed next to you, Wonwoo studies you silently. His eyes moving along every bit of you that is exposed to him. You are beautiful—so stunning that it makes him uncomfortable. Humans shouldn’t look like you. When God created all things—humans included—he attempted and failed at creating perfection with Adam and Eve. Their flaws… the free will that they were permitted left them scarred inside and out—but not you. If Wonwoo didn’t know better, if he couldn’t literally see your soul clinging to your body, he would think you were an angel like him. 

Fingers trail along your shoulder, causing you to sigh happily at the contact. It was a dream. Ben is home and you have been home this entire time. Turning towards the touch, your lips turn up in a small smile at the brush of soft lips against your neck.

“Mmm, I had such a weird dream.” Your smile pulls at your lips as the kisses walk the length of your neck to your jaw. The breath against your skin causes chill bumps to spread in anticipation. 

“Tell me about it…” The voice isn’t what you expected yet it keeps you calm as you lift your hand, running your fingers through soft hair. 

“I was taken.” Gasping into your words, you arch your back when teeth nip at your sensitive skin. “Mmm, taken to hell. I was there for weeks. I lost track of time.” 

A soft hum of understanding from the lips now brushing over the shell of your lips has you gripping at the hair under your fingers. You could open your eyes but something tells you to wait. This feels too good. “Yeah… There was a man. He watches me but…” Your voice lowers as the memories come back to you and you know who is kissing you. You should hate it. He took you from your home. He took you from your fiancé. He took you from Ben but he hasn’t told you why beyond saying he took what was his. 

“Wonwoo…” You whisper on a soft gasp, feeling his lips pull up in a smirk.  

“Yes, little angel. Keep telling me about this dream. Was it a bad dream?” 

Tears press behind your eyes as you keep them shut tightly, your hand starting to loosen in Wonwoo’s hair only for his hand to rest over yours, tightening your fingers once again. Using your hand, he tugs on his hair hard enough to make you wince before you arch against him, feeling his thigh press between your legs. 

“It—” You struggle to find your words, feeling not only confused but also aroused when you roll your hips over the hard thigh resting against your bare cunt. “Mm, I don’t know. I’m—please? I want to go home.” 

Your words say one thing but your body another as Wonwoo traces your jaw up to your ear with his tongue. He had done so well for weeks. He had barely touched you but he had waited long enough. “Home? Darling, you are home.” Hearing you whine his name, tears rolling down to his lips now at the corner of yours, Wonwoo rocks his thigh against you and hums in appreciation. “Do you want me to tell you the truth? You want me to break your little heart?” 

When you don’t answer with more than new tears for him to lick from your skin, Wonwoo growls low under his breath. You are stubborn and infuriating in ways he has never dealt with. Others pray to him. Some pray with hate in their hearts, others with devotion—yet you give him your sorrow. You pray for what you’ve lost. What you think was taken from you. 

“I’ll break your heart. I’ll watch it shatter and then, sweet little one… I will bind it to me.” Leaning back to look down at you, Wonwoo narrows his eyes as you keep your eyes shut tightly. “Look at me when I’m speaking to you, Y/N. Open your eyes and face the truth you so desperately want…” 

Forcing your eyes open, you blink through your tears to meet Wonwoo’s eyes. You know you should try to push him away. His words already make you feel like you want to die—but aren’t you dead already? You are in hell. That much you know to be true. You’ve been here for so long now that you can’t keep lying to yourself about that much. As for Wonwoo… you’ve figured him out too. The name Wonwoo is there to make you feel better about the situation, if that were even possible; the man, the being looming over you now, he’s not human. He’s something you’re terrified to even name in your own head because you know who he is. 

Watching you closely, Wonwoo hums under his breath, once again sliding his hand along your head so carefully that when you flinch, it causes his brows to furrow in pain. He deserves this reaction from you, but he also deserves the way your hips move over his thigh chasing pleasure as if you are trying to distract yourself from what truth he is going to ruin your life with.  Moving his eyes along your body, Wonwoo tilts his head and slides one of his hands over the sheet loosely draped over your waist, watching the silk slide from your skin as he speaks low and calm. “He sold you, Y/N. He had a choice and this is what he chose. The man you pretend to yearn for. Your precious fiancé. He wanted more than he could afford, yet instead of offering his own body and soul as payment, he gave me you.” 

Meeting your eyes, Wonwoo gauges your reaction before continuing as realization settles in your eyes. “He never loved you. He loved what you gave him. A doting woman who would look past all his sins as you prayed for them for him. Do you think my father heard your prayers, darling?” Shaking his head, Wonwoo sighs resolutely as he traces your belly button, feeling you suck in your stomach under his touch. “No, sweet girl. He doesn’t listen, but I do. So when Ben asked for too much, I came and I took.” 

The painful truth sends an ache through your body before resting over your heart. Closing your eyes as if you can make it go away, you stop moving completely and lift your hands to your face. You hope that Wonwoo will leave. You hope that he will let you suffer here in silence, but that doesn’t happen. 

Lips press to the back of your hands before he gently pulls them away and wipes your tears from your cheeks as he whispers close to your cheek. “I should have killed him instead, but humans, especially selfish ones like your fiancé, only learn through true pain. He will live out the rest of his years with the price in the forefront of his mind. He will think of you when he wakes up. He will dream of you. He will never find peace and when he dies, little angel, he will suffer at my hands further.” Wonwoo’s words should hurt you more, but instead you find yourself listening to each one as the pain in your heart shifts into something else. 

“I will tear his miserable skin from his body every single day for eternity. He will beg me to stop and to let him rest but there is no rest for the wicked, not even in hell. Every single moment he will feel the flames lick at his exposed muscles and tendons, only for the price he paid to remain in the forefront of his mind.” Smirking at his own words, Wonwoo laughs darkly as your eyes meet his once again and this time he sees understanding in them. “Yes, darling, he will think of you even in death. I will fuck you over his body, never letting him touch you. I’ll let him hear you scream my name in pleasure as pain overwhelms him.” 

The idea of Wonwoo’s plans for Ben should frighten you and perhaps deep down they do, but you feel a flutter in your chest—excitement. “Promise me.” 

Your voice is so quiet that Wonwoo furrows his brows in confusion before you repeat the same words louder this time. The demand goes straight to his cock before he rocks his hips towards you, feeling your wet pussy against his pants as you start to soak through the fabric. “I promise. I’ll give you anything you ask for.” The moment the words are out of his mouth, Wonwoo laughs as you start to speak, only for him to cut you off. “Except give you up and let you leave. You are mine, Y/N. I don’t abandon things that belong to me, especially something like you.” 

The finality in Wonwoo’s tone causes your heart and mind to race. Thoughts flood your mind along with pleasure when he rolls his hips towards yours once again. This is the first time he’s touched you like this in the many weeks since he took you. He watched you every single day. He’d sit by your bed and attempt to soothe you, but he never took from you—until now. But is that what he is doing? 

Pleasure jolts through you as his fingers slide to your hips, pulling your hips down over his thigh. This isn't taking; this is giving. More than you could ever say for Ben—for the man who sold you for his benefit. Lifting your hips into Wonwoo’s hands, you whine his name and relish in the feeling of your clit grazing the fabric covering his muscular thigh. You realize that you want this, perhaps more than you could have ever anticipated, but the look in Wonwoo’s eyes tells you his patience had been running thin. With one more content sigh slipping from your lips, he begins to take. 

Wonwoo’s kiss burns with his intensity. His hands dig into your hips as he lifts you from his thigh and fingers trail between your legs. With a growling breath, Wonwoo breaks the kiss to meet your eyes as his fingers slide between your wet lips and over your already throbbing clit. “You are mine. This—” He emphasizes his words with a pinch to your clit before his fingers slide to your waiting entrance, where he eases two fingers into you. “Is mine.” 

Your hands flail for a moment as pain mixes with your pleasure as Wonwoo’s fingers begin to stretch you. One of your hands finds Wonwoo’s wrist as the other grips the bedding under you in an attempt to ground yourself. He doesn’t wait for you to adjust; instead, Wonwoo curls his fingers inside of you and traces a circle over your clit, enjoying the feeling of your pussy tightening. 

Soft moans slip from between your lips only to be swallowed by Wonwoo as his tongue slides along yours. Even as you try to lift your hips, attempting to chase your pleasure, he easily pushes you back down on the bed, fucking you hard and fast on his fingers. You want more. You need more, but all of that fades to the background as your walls begin to clench down on his fingers and your orgasm rips through you like a tidal wave. 

A dark chuckle tickles your skin as Wonwoo’s lips work from your lips to your breasts. His eyes flick up to yours and for a brief moment they are completely black. Any trace of white around his dark irises seems to have been swallowed until he blinks and the color returns. 

“Wonwoo—” 

“Shh, little angel. I’m not done with you. You owe me so, so, so much more.” 

You start to speak, to form some retort to his claiming words, but then his lips find your clit even as his eyes stay fixed on you. Teeth tip at your soft skin and the throbbing bundle of nerves before he laughs again, leaning back enough to lick your cum from his lips and speak. “Beg me like a good girl to fuck him out of your mind. Your soul is mine, Y/N; now let me have the rest of you…” 

Sobbing in pleasure, you buck your hips towards Wonwoo’s waiting mouth, feeling his smile against your skin as you do just that. Numerous pleas leave your lips as you feel your mind, body, and soul latch on to the man, the devil between your legs binding you to him forever. 

You had been walking around the park when in a blink of an eye you were gone, sending him into full defense mode. He has wandered around the park until he spotted you petting a stray cat as the sun was threatening to hide for the day.

“You cannot keep doing this.” He says sternly while pacing in front of you, rubbing his fingers into his temples. “I get paid to protect you and you never listen. You cannot keep wandering off when I explicitly tell you not to.”

“I wasn’t even far from you, I just-” he cuts you off with a deep sigh.

“Why is it so hard for you to get it through your head?” Seungcheol stops pacing to cross his arms and stare down at you. “Do you know what ‘don’t wander off’ means? Or do I have to find another way to get it through your head?”

“I don’t know why I even bother with you. At this point I will have to put you in a fucking leash to keep you from getting yourself in danger.” Should he talk to you that way? Probably not, but he was tired of you putting yourself in danger and his job in jeopardy. You should be fuming at the way he is talking to you, but instead you feel your body get warm. Eyes doe looking up at his sharp ones.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asks a bit too harsh still and you can’t help but eyes him down while biting the inside of your lip. The sleeves of his black button up rolled up his arms, showing the veiny muscles so deliciously.

You hear him scoff before clicking this tongue.

“Are you for real right now?” He lowers himself to meet your eyes, his hands resting on his knees. “Are you listening? Or is that pretty dumb head of yours imagining other things like always?”

“What do you-” just as you were about to question him, he cuts you off with a raise of his eyebrow.

“Do you think I don’t notice half of the times I talk to you, you just stare at my arms?” He questions, a lazy smirk threatening to fall on his lips. “I live here, remember? Do you think I can’t hear you touching yourself at night? Moaning my name before slapping a hand above that filthy mouth of yours to keep quiet?”

You are sure your face is ten shades red under his gaze and you are sure he can tell every single word he spits is making you clench around nothing. His taunting tone makes you feel small and stupid and you absolutely love it. You should deny ever touching yourself to the thought of his mouth and fingers, but there is no point in lying when he has heard you himself—yet you still try.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You breath out weakly, looking away.

“Oh yeah?” The man kneels in front you, but you refuse to look at him. “So I imagined the sounds of you panting? I imaged the sounds of your fingers fucking that wet pussy of yours? I imagined you moaning my name, pleading to go faster? Is that what you are saying?”

Your gaze finds focus on the rug beneath your feet.

“Now you decide finally shut up?” He chuckles a scoff before grabbing your jaw and forcing you meet his eyes. “Is that how I can finally get you to listen? Do I need to fuck common sense into you?”

Your legs rub tightly together before you can even think about it, a small whimper falling off your lips at the mere mention of him fucking you.

“Mmm, so that’s what you want, princess?” He tuts, “you want me to teach you how to be obedient?”

Your lips act faster than your brain and “Yes…” you breathe. “Please…”

Seungcheol smirks as his grip leaves your jaw to grab at your legs and spread them open. The skirt of your dress bunches up at your hips when he swiftly throws your heel cladded legs over his shoulders.

He wastes no time pressing his mouth on your clothed center, kissing right over your clit, eliciting a whimper from you.

“Look at this, so fucking wet.” He keeps a tight grip on your thighs as he licks up a stripe above your baby pink thong, the thin fabric allowing the wet muscle to touch your outer labia.

“Fuck, Seung-” a moan escapes your lips when you feel his thumb hook on the fabric so he lick your cunt. “Your mouth feels so good…”

He hums against it, tongue working skillfully on your wet entrance before dragging up so he can suck your clit sharply.

“Yeah?” His fingers leave your thigh to enter your gaping hole, immediately clenching around them. “Is it how you imagined every night, princess?”

“S-so much b-etter!” You scream when you feel his digits curl, touching your sensitive spot perfectly.

He smirks at your response biting your inner thigh before speaking up.

“I thought you said that didn’t happen.” You whine and cover your face, making him laugh. His free hand immediately move to swat away your hands, while the other continues scissoring inside your warm walls. “Now don’t cover that dumb pretty face of yours. I want to see you cry for me.”

You force your eyes open to look at him, his eyes already heavy on your face and his mouth sloppily kissing down your thigh until they are close to your sensitive bud again. His eyes never leave yours, even when he feels you clench hard as he approaches your clit, and less when your jaw falls slack, drool dropping down your chin and on your expensive dress and his tongue darts out to play with your clit. Your moans only grow louder as his fingers move faster and his lips suck on your clit sloppily.

“Are you gonna cum already, princess?” He taunts, kissing your wet cunt while your hips squirm under his heavy hand. “Is that stupid mouth of yours not gonna answer?”

All you can do is clench around him as you feel your orgasm build as he calls you stupid.

“Too bad, stupid girls don’t get to cum.” His fingers left your pussy as you whine loudly, tears already forming in your eyes. “Take your dress off.” He commands as he bring his fingers taht were onve inside you to his mouth, humming darkly at the sweet taste.

You oblige with shaky hands, his own removing your thong completely, joining your sparkly dress on the floor. His shirt followed, finally revealing his mouth watering chiseled torso and huge arms. His lips kiss your cunt again before moving up your torso until they find your tits.

“Of course you are not wearing a bra. You never are.” Your long nails claw softly at his shoulders. “Always tempting me with these pretty tits, baby, aren’t you?” Another moan falls from your lips as he swirls his tongue around your nipple, toying with the perked up bud before sucking it into his mouth.

Seungcheol suddenly stands, quickly undoing his belt and dress pants, leaving them to fall next to your discarded dress. Your hands quickly move to curl at the waistband of his underwear to remove it but he swats at your hands again.

“Put that pretty mouth to good use and remove them with your teeth.” You obey and quickly after your teeth are sinking into the flesh of his v-line as they slide to remove his briefs. His cock hits your face as soon as it springs free, earning a whine from you.

“Make yourself useful for once and get me ready to fuck your cunt.” You shudder at his deepened voice. “Your pussy is wet enough to slide in easily but I want you to choke on my cock before I choke you with my arms, though you’ll have to beg for it before, princess.”

He slaps his heavy length on your cheek, moving it to tap at your lips where you open instantly, feeling him heavy on your tongue. Your jaw falls slack as you try to fit him as much as you can, the thick girth making you dizzy.

“Such a pretty little dumb slut, aren’t you, princess?” You hum around his cock, looking up at him while your tongue flattens to rub the underside of his length as you bob your head slowly. “That’s what that mouth is good for, taking my cock so well.”

You can’t help but rub your legs together, Seungcheol chuckles at the sight and pulls your mouth away from his cock before pulling up you to stand. Your feet wobble in your sparkly heels when you stand, hands grabbing at his biceps. His hand comes down to spank your ass sharply, a yelp of his name leaving your lips.

“I should punish you for wandering off today, princess.” Another smack. “Should teach you a lesson for never listening to me.”

“Cheol, please…” your face presses against his firm chest.

“Please what, princess? Let’s use that brain of yours and make out complete sentences, yeah?”

“I want you inside me, please.”

“But you don’t deserve that, sweetheart, now do you?” He cups your face to make you look at him, his lips coming down to kiss your jaw tenderly before another smack of his hand startles you.

“Please!” You beg, “I promise I will listen to you, but I need you to fuck me so bad.”

He chuckles, his lips lingering on your jaw move to kiss your own softly. The kiss quickly turns heated as he pulls your hair and dips his tongue to play with yours, slowly guiding you to kneel with him after turning you around so your back is pressed against his chest.

As soon as your knees hit the rug his arm circles around your neck, the strong muscle keeping you locked flush against him, softly cutting a bit of oxygen from your lungs. How many times had you dreamt about this exact scenario? You lost count of them, the memory of your fingers choking your own neck wishing it was him was the only thing left as he lines himself up with your soaked entrance.

In a single swift move he is deep inside your cunt, knocking all air out of you. A strained scream leaves your lips as your eyes roll back when he groans deeply at your ear.

“So tight, sweetheart. This pussy was made just for me, princess.” Seungcheol bites softly at your exposed jaw. “Beg for it, pretty. Tell me how much you want me to ruin you for any other man.”

Another scream leaves your throat, the only thing in your mind is his cock splitting you open and his huge bicep headlocking you.

“Please, fuck me! I want you to fuck me deep and hard, baby. Please, Seungcheol, I need you!” Your nails claw at his arm, but he knows better than to let go.

His hips start moving slowly, the drag of the veins on his cock against your gummy walls feel absolutely amazing. His pace quickly starts picking up, a deep growled laugh leaves his throat when he feels something wet drip down his forearm and he knows for a fact it is you drooling again.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby. You’re swallowing me so perfectly, princess.” He kisses your cheeks and you realize there were tears slipping past your closed eyelids. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart. You’re making me feel so good, pretty.”

Your eyebrows knit together, whines fall from your lips as you feel his voice grow further and further away.

“Cheollie, I feel so f-full.”

“Yeah baby? Do you like being full with my cock?” His hips slow in speed but deepen in thrusts, hitting your g-spot lusciously. “If I would’ve known this is what it took to make you listen, I would’ve fucked this tight pussy a long time ago.”

The man chuckles lazily when you clench around him again.

“Are you close, princess?” You manage to nod faintly. “Promise me you will listen from now on if you want me to fuck you good and let you cum.”

“I p-promise! Mmm, I will obey everything you tell me from now on, please! Just, I need to cum on your cock, please, Cheollie, please!” His skin shivers at how quickly you complied with what he asked.

His hips piston swiftly, making your legs tremble as your climax approaches. A cry escapes from your lips.

“I know, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl, pretty. C’mon baby, cum around me.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth a scream of his names resonates around the living room, your toes curl in your heels and hear your arousal leak out of you and unto the rug. His hand’s on your hip tightens.

“Such a good girl, look at this mess, princess.” He loves the way your climax squirts all over his thighs and the floor beneath. As he moves to pull out, he feels your hand circle back and claw as his ass, whining.

“Cum inside me, Ch-Cheollie, p-please.” He throws his head back with a groan and picks up the pace as he nods. “Kiss m-me.”

“So needy.” He smirks, his arm loosens up a bit around your neck to let you twist back a little to let his lips clash with yours again. His plump lips feel like heaven against yours, small whimpers vibrating against your mouth as he approaches his own orgasm. “Perfect little pussy made just for me. I’m gonna fill you up to the brim, pretty.”

You feel a second orgasm wash over you when his hot cum spurts inside your walls, making you feel impossibly full. Full and hot and sticky and fucked out—all thanks to your hot bodyguard.

“Good job, baby, you did so well for me.” He lowers your bodies unto the soft rug, pulling you closer to his chest if that’s even possible. All you can do is hum softly for him.

After a beat of silence you speak up again, his lips pressing to your shoulders.

“I’m sorry for not listening, Cheol.” You say, fingers playing with his that circle your waist. “I didn’t realize I was making your job harder.”

“Don’t apologize, princess.” He kisses the crook of your neck now. “It is my job to look after you, I should always keep an eye on you, even if you wander off to pet every damn cat you see on the street.” He chuckles and you mirror his laugh.

“I promise I will pull you with me next time I see a cat.” He laughs louder now. “Unless not listening makes you fuck me again. Then I won’t ever listen to you. Never.”

“Wouldn’t you like that, baby?” He bites your shoulder. “Now that I remember, last week you ran off too. Maybe I should punish you for that right now.”

warnings: explicit language, mentioned masturbation (m. and f.), nude photos, fingering, mentioned gaping, oral (f. receiving), messy sex, penetrative sex

He loved that you pretended to hate him. Every time you had given him side eye in class or avoided him at a party - all fake. Every time he watched you pointedly flirt with someone else in front of him - it was just an act.

He wasn’t jealous, though. Because no matter what you did, no matter what the little performance was for the day, he knew exactly who you really wanted.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

It had started with dirty messages. 

At first he had no idea who was texting him, but who was he to turn those away? 

How could he be mad at someone who told him in detail all the ways they wanted him to fuck them - all the random moments in a day when they would rather be sucking his cock than doing whatever they were doing. 

He smiled, scrolling through it at night, hand around his cock, moving slowly, making it last.

He didn’t think it would go on for very long, maybe a few days or a week at most. 

People randomly got into his dms, but never his messages. That part was new.

He was surprised when they continued. 

There were the normal dirty texts, but then there was a photo early one morning. First one photo and then a second one. 

The first was a photo of panties, blue mesh with little white polka dots, lying not so innocently on a bed. 

He had chewed his lip lightly before messaging back. 

[mingyu]

cute

Then there was the second photo that had made his cock stiffen. 

He didn’t know what to say because this time whoever it was sending the texts and photos was sitting, wearing the cute panties. 

Her gorgeous thighs open, wide open, and her fingers were dipping down between her legs, pushing the crotch of her panties to the side to reveal her very wet pussy lips. 

He could see her slick in 4k.

[unknown]

just for you

His mouth was like cotton. His brain was mush. He could barely think of his own name, much less a message to respond. 

He had jammed his phone in his pocket and left for class. 

In all reality, he had no idea how he even made it to the right class. 

But he did. 

He barely took notes. You were sitting next to him, thanks to assigned seating and no other reason. 

He was surprised when you even glanced his way during break. 

“No notes today?“ You quipped. 

He shrugged. “Uh, I don’t know, guess not,” he mumbled. 

Since when did you speak to him, anyway? He wondered.

You watched him for a moment, a small smile on your lips. “You okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” he said quickly - too quickly - still thinking about whoever was wearing those blue panties somewhere on campus right now. That perfect pussy - wet - sitting in some random seat.

You bit your lip gently, still watching him. “Wanna borrow my notes later?”

It was the second unexpected thing to happen to him. You - his rival in almost every class, who made no secret of how you couldn’t stand him. You were offering to share your precious notes. 

He glanced at you then. “What?” He asked softly in surprise. 

You sighed. “Do you, Kim Mingyu, want to borrow my notes?” You repeated yourself slowly, dragging out every syllable. 

He didn’t care - he just nodded. 

“Okay, but it’s only because you look like someone broke your brain or something,” you muttered. 

He nodded because that was accurate. Someone had broken his brain. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

And whoever it was seemed to enjoy it because it became like a morning ritual. 

Two photos. 

One of the panties. And then one of the panties on her - sometimes he saw her pussy, sometimes her ass, sometimes she was fingering herself, or parting herself, or riding a toy even.

His photo gallery was quickly becoming something he had to hide whenever he needed to share a screenshot with a gc. 

He wasn’t the type to share photos like this. They were way too personal. 

They were just for him, and he knew it. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

And then, one Saturday morning, it changed. 

There was just one photo. 

No panties for him to imagine. No color scheme for him to guess. 

Just her naked pussy. Spread wide. A little gaping dark hole at the center of his phone screen that he wanted to dive into.

He could feel himself almost drool. He wanted to lick a fat stripe down her pussy and push his tongue into that perfect little hole until she was screaming for him and soaking him.  

He replied almost immediately. 

[mingyu]

that’s not fair

He watched the little dots on his screen. 

[unknown]

what’s unfair is that u never send anything back 

He scoffed. “The fuck?” He muttered. It wasn’t that his dick wasn’t hard - it definitely was. 

[mingyu]

ur asking to see my dick??

He waited again. 

[unknown]

yae gyu show me ur gorgeous cock i know it’s good

She sent another photo, her breasts, her pussy, everything, like she was waiting to be fucked. 

He bit his lip roughly, reading the message over again and staring at the photo. 

[mingyu]

fuck ur perfect […]

how do you imagine it?

[unknown]

srsly

[mingyu]

srsly […]

tell me

[unknown]

big and fat […]

perfect pink head that i want to lick and suck and tease 

He groaned as he slid his hand under the waistband of his underwear, pumping his cock roughly.

He was used to a few messages here and there, but not an actual conversation. 

[mingyu]

want you swallowing me

[unknown]

mhm want u to fuck my mouth […]

nice and rough

He bit his lip, knowing he was on the edge. 

[mingyu]

your pussy too […]

cum inside you […]

fill you up

[unknown]

knew you were nasty […]

so fuckin perf

He was so close to coming. He shoved his underwear off and sat up to snap a photo of himself. Whoever it was, she wasn’t wrong about him. The only thing she missed was the way his dick was drooling precum.

He hit ‘send’ and finished himself off. He took a photo of that too - his still hard cock standing stiff and his cum covered stomach. 

He sent it. 

[unknown]

fuck ur still hard […]

i need u inside me […]

want you fucking me full bby

He grinned as he used his tshirt to wipe his cum. 

[mingyu]

have to know who u are first

[unknown]

u do kno me tho

He chewed his lip lightly. 

[mingyu]

yea but not really

[unknown]

you’ve seen my pussy 

He grinned. 

[mingyu]

so i should go around looking for the pussy that matches the photos??

[unknown]

no. you should not 

He had never asked who it was. 

He kind of liked not knowing, or at least knowing it could be almost anyone. 

[unknown]

maybe we could meet

It had been going on for weeks. The message was still surprising.

[mingyu]

rlly?

He waited for an answer, wondering if she was serious. 

[unknown]

maybe […]

see you later gyu 

He closed his eyes, trying to imagine what that meant. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

He met you later that day. 

For whatever reason, you’d decided that working together was smarter than competing, so you’d been meeting for the last few weeks to share notes and practice exams. 

He sat in the normal spot where you met, north campus library, fifth floor, near the windows. 

You were a few minutes late, apologizing as you sat down. He smiled, wondering why you cared about being a few minutes late on a Saturday. 

“Good morning?” You asked as you opened your laptop. 

He nodded. “Yeah, you?”

You nodded, smiling. “Really good,” you murmured. 

He blushed slightly - there was something about the way you said it was a really good morning that made his dick twitch. It felt familiar somehow. 

You sighed softly, typing away. He yawned, waiting for you to tell him which exam you wanted to review. 

You glanced at him. “Cute.”

“I was up late.” He shrugged, assuming it was a dig.

“Oh yeah? What’s her name?”

He snorted. “Her name is beer pong.”

You glanced up, smirking. “So you’re good?”

He nodded. “Pretty good, yeah.”

You smiled. “Hmm, just pretty good or actually good?”

“Actually good.” He clarified.

You nodded. “Would you maybe want to come to a party with me then?”

You continued to surprise him. Since when had you ever wanted to be seen anywhere with him? 

“Why?” He had to ask.

“Because there’s someone more annoying than you who I really want to beat,” you said with a smile. 

He rolled his eyes. Of course, there was a vendetta.

You sighed and looked at him. “Okay, look, please, Mingyu? I just need a partner for like a few rounds, and if we win, I’ll owe you,” you said, your voice was just the tiniest bit whiny. 

It was cute.

He chewed his lip lightly. “Owe me how?”

“One social favor of equal or lesser value,” you said sweetly. 

It was bizarre, but so was everything else. So he agreed.

⋆⭒˚.⋆

He had seen you out before, and he had maybe been stupid enough when he first met you to try to talk to you, thinking that being competitive over grades didn’t extend to social things. And you shot him down blindingly fast.

But tonight was different. 

You invited him over to pre-game before the party. He had stopped questioning anything you did by then.

After a few shots, of course, he followed you into your bedroom. And when you were straddling his lap, kissing him, your hands tangling in his hair, all he could think was that you were on the cusp of fucking.

Until you leaned back, grabbing his hands and guiding them to your thighs, pushing up your skirt. He swallowed hard when he saw.

No underwear. He looked up at you, biting his lip. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

You smiled, leaning close, lips brushing his cheek. “You wanted to meet, right?”

He squeezed your thighs gently. “You?” He said, voice tight.

“Mmmh, me,” you whispered like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.

He hummed. “And I thought you hated me.” He fell back on your bed. 

You traced your hands down his chest, squeezing his pecs. “No, you’re just annoying - smart and annoying.”

He grinned softly, his hands tracing high on your hip and down lower, his fingers skimming just above your pussy. “How’d you even get my number?”

You sighed softly. “You gave it to me first year.” Your hands covered his, pulling them up to your breasts.

He moaned. “Come here,” he whispered, pulling your hips towards him, wanting to eat you from below. He’d been thinking about your pussy all day, not even knowing it was yours, now he wanted to drown in you. 

He licked up into you, tasting you. 

You moaned. “Fuck, don’t stop,” you whined.

He grinned, adding his fingers, like he had any plans to stop what he was doing to you. 

He loved the sounds you made, all the soft whines and the way you whispered his name. Every word was needy and sweet.

And then you came - you leaned forward, bracing yourself against the wall, mewling his name. “Oh fuck, please - please don’t stop.” You were gasping. 

He grabbed your thighs harder, holding you in place, wanting to taste every drop. And when he let you go, he pushed you back onto the bed, pulling off his shirt and yours. He kissed and licked your tits, sucking them roughly, wanting to leave marks.

When he leaned up, he kissed you and felt the way your legs went around his waist. It was the most perfect feeling. 

He leaned up, looking at you, tracing his fingers along your cheek and jaw. “So perfect,” he whispered. 

You smiled. “You too.” He felt the way your hands traced along his pecs and down his stomach. 

He ducked back down, kissing you more, loving how sloppy and messy it was. 

And when you were both finally naked and his cock was buried in your pussy, he couldn’t help the way he snapped his hips. Or the rough contact his pelvis made with yours. You sounded so wet, he couldn’t help himself. The way you came was so good. So fucking good. You were dripping around him. 

And when he was finally spent, he felt like he melted against you, pulling you close. He needed to feel your skin against his, even while he slept. 

⋆⭒˚.⋆

a/n: mingyu fun ^^

⋆˙⟡♡ 𝒌𝒂𝒕

[ mingyu master list ]

“Shh,” Mingyu coos, his thumb slightly brushing your cheek as he pulls you closer to steal a kiss. His lips are soft, just like any of his touches. A whine leaves your lips despite trying your best not to and it’s muffled in his mouth. The movements of his fingers between your thighs stop and you whine again, shaking your head in disagreement. “You need to be quiet, baby,” he says, as if you didn’t know his friends are just behind the door. “You don’t want Hansol to hear us, do you?” 

You shake your head and he leans closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You don’t want him to think about what we are doing, right? Imagine us, me deep inside of you and your eyes rolling back,” he whispers, sending a shiver down your spine. “That’s just for my eyes, right, baby? You can’t give him a chance to even think about it.” 

Your hands tremble behind his neck, shaking your head again. “Please,” you whisper, trying to rock your hips forward. It’s no use. His hand is still under your panties, but he made sure his fingers wouldn’t touch your clit. “Hm?” He hums with a smile, kissing his way down your neck. You stumble to the side, accidentally bumping into the toilet beside you. “You’re so impatient.” 

“Gyu, please,” you try again, tangling your fingers in his hair. “I need you. I– I need to feel you. I’ll be so good. I’ll keep quiet.” You feel his smile widen against your skin, raising his head again. “Will you? You know you can never hold back with me,” he teases, his fingers circling your clit again. You nod, biting your bottom lip to prevent any sounds from escaping. 

His thumb stays on your clit as he pushes two fingers inside, curling them just right. Your head hits the wall behind you, moans leaving your lips despite your best effort. Mingyu just chuckles, fucking his fingers into you and kissing you again to muffle your sounds. You struggle to kiss him back, the feeling of his fingers filling you up making your head dizzy. “Is this what you wanted? What you need?” You nod rapidly, chasing your high. “Please don’t stop.” 

He doesn’t, letting you finish on his fingers as you moan into his mouth. He thrusts his fingers inside a few more times just to let you ride it out before pulling his hand out of your panties. They are soaked, and he should really get them off. Thankfully, your boyfriend was always amazing in reading your mind, and so he does, letting your panties hang at your ankles along with the skirt he took down earlier. 

There’s a loud knock on the bathroom door that makes you snap out of your thoughts, Hansol’s voice a reminder of where you are as he yells he needs to piss. You stay quiet, your eyes wide as you look at Mingyu for some help. “We’ll be right out!” He calls back, not really caring about what his friend said as he takes down his jeans, the boner obvious in his boxers. “Go piss outside in the meantime!” 

Another bang on the door, this time even louder. “Stop fucking in out bathroom!” You recognize Seungkwan’s voice, becoming one with the wall as your eyes flicker between the door and your boyfriend. You just can’t leave now, right? Not when he is so painfully hard and all your rational thoughts are gone, replaced with the need for his cock to fill you up. 

You don’t say anything and neither does Mingyu, watching your hand trail down from his stomach over his boner, feeling him with your fingertips. A smirk spreads across his face as you pull his underwear down, looking up at him with your best puppy eyes. He’d be a fool to refuse you when you look at him so prettily with your hand wrapped around his cock. 

He replaces your hand, closing the space between you fully and slapping his cock against your clit. You moan quietly again, biting onto your bottom lip. You give him a nod when he asks for permission with his eyes, your mouth falling open as he sinks his entire length at once. 

They’re going to hear. There’s no way they couldn’t. And still, somehow, you can’t find it in yourself to care. 

Before you can do so yourself, he presses his hand in front of your mouth, covering it so any sounds you make could stay between the two of you. You keep your eyes on his as he slowly thrusts into you, never looking away. His other hand slides up your waist, holding onto any flesh he can as watches your fucked-out eyes. This might be the best thing he’s ever seen, and he has to fight himself not to cum just from the eye contact. 

“Fuck,” he curses, dropping his eyes to where you swallow his cock. He wishes he could devour your whole, brand you with his cum and never let go of you when you look at him like that. He’s sick, unable to think straight as your nails drag across his bare shoulders, pleads leaving your covered mouth. His thrusts are fast, hard, the urge to keep filling you up until you can’t recognize anything but his touch growing stronger. 

“Let me fill you up, pretty girl. Let me cum inside, please,” he meets your eyes again, drowning in their color as he squeezes your waist tighter. You nod, moaning into his hand. You’re on the edge again, and by the way his cock twitches inside you, you know he is too. 

Mingyu leans down to your shoulder and groans into your skin as he reaches his orgasm, your walls clenching around him as you follow right after. He pulls his hand away, listening to your heavy breathing. He thrusts up a few more times before pulling out, watching some of his cum drip down your thighs. It’s truly an amazing sight. 

He helps you clean up quickly, kissing you anywhere and everywhere he can as he showers with you, not a single care in the world that there are probably more of his friends behind the door by now, waiting to use the bathroom. He still takes his time with you, as if you are the most important thing in the world. Because really, you are. To him at least. 

And because of that, you manage to ignore the looks Hansol and Seungkwan give the two of you as you walk out of the bathroom, focusing on your boyfriend only.

Something you didn’t deserve because for someone who has always never had any expectations from life, preferring to be on the realistic side since a young age, Mingyu suddenly swooped in and somehow fulfilled all those small, whimsical, big wishes you thought you never craved.

The palms of your hands had crescent shaped dents from how hard you were clenching your fists.  A defense mechanism that helps to keep your tears within control. 

You could just hear him in the back of your mind, probably would have already been lifting your hands and easing them open, gently caressing the harshened red skin with his soft touch while your heart never failed to jump no matter how used to him you got. 

You missed him. And you were so so mad at him. Or was it yourself?

Sighing, you got up and moved to your kitchen, your footsteps echoing in the silent apartment. It was so stupid because you couldn’t even pinpoint why you were mad at him. Was it from his reaction or the circumstances?

It didn't matter anymore when said person wasn’t even there. 

Perhaps, the distance would help you, understand your anger, yourself, Mingyu. 

But then again, the thought of him being gone for a long time made your heart twist in a way you didn’t like. And it just made you realise how much you hated being on bad terms when he was so far away.

Maybe tomorrow, you could convince Seungcheol to let you go where Mingyu was. Even if it meant having to delay your own work for some time. 

As your mind got lost in ways you could convince Seungcheol and how you’d make up for the missed work because you were sure travelling half-way across the globe in itself would take a day or two, and you don’t even know how long it’ll take till you finally get a moment to talk to Mingyu, the sound of a doorbell rung. 

You dismissed it at first thinking it was your slow brain playing tricks but then it rang a second time and you paused, your breath catching in your throat. 

The wall clock read, “2.34AM” and you suddenly wondered who in the hell could be coming to your home so late? Your instincts immediately went into an alarm mode as you quietly set down the glass of water you’d been holding, making sure to make minimum movement. 

You would have gotten an entry notification for approval if it was a stranger. 

If you didn’t, it meant it was someone who was already pre-approved and allowed to which there were probably only a handful you could think of. And they would have messaged you if they were coming, no matter the timing. 

Cautiously, you took the closest thing to a weapon you could spot, your retractable knife lying on the counter, you don’t even remember why it was there but you were grateful. 

Reaching your door, you wondered if you should yell out and ask who it was but it was a way to alert the person that you were indeed right there. 

With your heart pumping loudly, you swiftly opened the door, your hand holding the knife pressing the blade out. 

And almost immediately, the knife fell to the floor, your hand opening. 

“...Gyu…?”

On the other side of the door, stood the one who was constantly in your thoughts since the moment you met him. It was wrong to even say there was a time when you didn’t think about him after you met him. But it was as if your brain somehow manifested him directly in front of you at this moment. 

Before you could get another word out, you were suddenly swept into a bear hug, his huge form benefitting him as his arms wrapped around you, while yours laid still not processing his sudden being in front of you. 

“...’m so sorry. I am sorry, please don’t be mad at me. I can’t bear you ignoring me. Please.”

His words were rushed but they had desperation as if his life depended on them. You could feel his head on top of your shoulder, his signature cologne, his warmness that always contrasted your coolness, the familiarness of it hitting you all at once. 

And to you, in that time, in that minute, nothing seemed to matter. It was as if his mere presence, the suddenness of it dissipated all your frustration and anger towards him. 

Slowly, you raised your arms, wrapping them around him and clenching your fists around his t-shirt at the back, wanting to pull him even more closer. 

It felt surreal to think he was there. And he was yours. 

When he felt you hug him back, he pulled back slightly, looking down at you with his bright eyes that were so different from when you last saw him, it was as if you’d somehow put back the stars in them but then again, to him, you just did. You always did. 

“So you aren’t mad at me anymore?”

Well. 

If he asked you in that tone, with those eyes, with the way he clung to you with his frame encapsulating yours, with the way he held his breath as if what you said would make or break him, how could you even possibly think of being angry at him?

With a small smile, you shook your head, “No. I am not.” 

“I’m forgiven?” His canines peaked out which made your chest warm at his elatedness. 

“Depends. There is a way you could make it up to me.” 

But before he could speak, you pulled him down by his collar, eyes instinctively shutting as his familiar lips touched yours and you smiled into the kiss as he gasped in surprise, he didn’t even freeze, probably his quick instincts before you held your face with one hand and kissed you back harder. 

If this is how an argument would always end, Mingyu thinks, maybe he should start them more. But perhaps not, because the thought of his beloved being mad at him, did make him want to well…die. 

[ a while later and a whole late into the night into a questionable time ]

“Did you really fly back all the way just because I didn’t reply to you properly?”

Mingyu and you had moved to your tiny couch, which even despite it being way too small for the two of you, you still kept it because of all the…memories it held and all the chaos it witnessed, but that’s another story for another time. 

You had to basically lay on top of him, legs intertwined in a way that if you weren’t insane about him(you would never admit it to his already inflating ego), you would have been pissed about. But you were insane, in love which was the same thing and as long as it was with Mingyu, nothing ever felt too uncomfortable.

“Babe, I wanted to jump out of that plane the moment I sat down, knowing you were at home, sulking because of me.”

You chuckled at him, your stoic face lighting up which had him smiling in fondness at you. He loved you in every way, every form you existed and would exist, but this one, the one that’s reserved for him, it was his particular favourite. 

“And how will you deal with Seungcheol? You know he’ll be mad that you suddenly left.”

“I’ll deal with him. He’ll get it.”

You raised an eyebrow at him in suspicion. “If he doesn’t.”

“Well too bad, because I do not regret anything. Not a single bit.”

And even if there was a certain time in your life, where you would have criticised him leaving missions halfway for such reasons, probably even threatened to have him suspended for the time being, you know that was long ago, before you realised there was much more to life than this one. 

A whole new way of it and the person who showed you that, somehow, you thank fate or destiny whichever one, was actually and solely yours. 

“I’ll make sure he gets it.” 

a/n : this one was like a step back into writing for svt, and overall even writing because you all know how looooong it's been since this universe has had a work and tbh i miss them always and so dearly. anon, my secret agent husband gyu anon this is also a special dt for you, if you read this 💌tysm for sticking around for so long and im so so so sorry for keeping y'all starved. not the proudest of my works for this universe but it's a little drabble i was thinking abt hahaha lmk what you thought of it mwahhh!!!

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