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i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
Even after having friends for a while, you still think the concept of spending time together burdensome.
Not for you, for them.
You were absolutely aware of how socially deprived you were and it didn’t help that the first person who attempted to break your introversion (social hermitness) was a through-and-through, off the record extrovert with no filter and the proclivity to make hyperbolic points. Not that you want to complain, Wooyoung was a blast and you were glad he was the one to help you first. Yeosang even told you how Wooyoung compared you to Nonnie and you would have been offended, but you saw how they treated Nonnie and honestly it was better than how ANYONE had ever treated you.
Nevertheless, you knew you still weren’t close to the other boys. You may have done them a favor by looking over Nonnie while they were away, and Seonghwa did got you a thank you pizza, but it still was an ambiguous situation. Hell, you didn’t even know how you managed to rope him and Hongjoong to get, what you have now agreed to call, the apology cake. Although you were super nervous, bordering on vomiting before getting in Hongjoong’s car, you had an absolute blast and you may have to thank San for kicking off the night right. After all, it had been quite awkward until San suddenly climbed into the car himself uninvited and just plopped down innocently.
Thinking that they had had enough of you what with you spending the night at their house, spending time with their dog, and spending dinner together and now dessert, you were taken aback when Seonghwa invited you in their house again after you all arrived back home.
“It’s fine! I bet Nonnie wants to see you as well!” Seonghwa coaxed, smiling as he closed the door he just opened for you. You hesitated, looking between him, your house, and their house, “I don’t know…” you muttered, still hesitating. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to, but you just didn’t want to overstep with one person. And the three knew who it was you were thinking about. Hell, even the bug perching on a leaf nearby knows who you were talking about.
San stepped up and smiled gently at you, “We won’t push for you to spend time with us, (y/n), we respect your choice if you just want to go home and call it a day. But we do want to spend time with you, just hanging out for a bit as a bigger group. We would be thrilled to have you come by!” San assured.
Maybe it was the fact that you were having such a great time, or maybe it was San who spoke to you so gently, but you ended up agreeing with a nod and soon you found yourself inside their house.
Unsurprisingly, the first to greet you was Nonnie, who had his face pressed onto the window the moment Hongjoong’s car pulled up and he was so close to just breaking the damn thing to get to you. Amazingly, as much as Nonnie seem to want to just tackle you to the ground, the Miocene you stepped in, he actually allowed you to take off your shoes first and actually got in before he got on his hind legs and tried to lick your face.
As good as your relationship was starting to get with the big fluffer, it was still uncomfortable for you to have him licking you like that. Luckily, Mingi immediately grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back despite the whining and thrashing. You chuckled as you settled in on the couch, right next to Yeosang before Jongho sat himself next to you, beating Wooyoung with a childish stick of his tongue to vex the older guy. Just to make the situation even funnier, Nonnie broke free from Mingi, huffing once as he SEEMINGLY glared at him before trotting over to you and plopping himself defiantly by your leg.
In a short moment, everyone (except for one person who heard his hyungs coming back and instead of mingling, decided to turn around and walked back upstairs upon seeing you) gathered and a conversation broke.
“So San hyung wasn’t even invited?” Jongho asked, eyes wide in disbelief at your retelling of how San came to join you, Seonghwa and Hongjoong. “There was an invite!” San defended himself to which Hongjoong rolled his eyes, “Self invitation doesn’t count, San, we all know that.” Hongjoong’s deadpan made everyone laughed and while you were unsure of the role of your presence earlier, you realized you were starting to relax.
“But really, I could have been there with you guys had I been a clingy, co-dependent loser with no sense of boundaries?” Wooyoung teased which earned him a smack on the face with a cushion from San. “Okay, it wasn’t like it was all planned. Hongjoong and I were going out for a drive and we saw (y/n) and we got to talking. She mentioned wanttng to repay us with food since we got her pizza the other night and I said I like cake and then Hongjoong just went ‘great, I know a good place’ then boom, we went together,” Seonghwa explained. Yeosang blinked and spoke, “Hyung, that’s called coercion and kidnapping,” he pointed out and soon people bursted out laughing again.
Usually more people would make you uncomfortable, and frankly you did feel uncomfortable in the beginning when you had just gotten into the house. But not anymore because now, you suddenly were able to feel the warmth of being with other people. With them, you just had a feeling that they don’t have an ulterior motive, that they won’t somehow trap you. You had no proof, but your feeling would usually not be wrong. After all, you had spent so many years living with people who manipulate you to get whatever they want. And frankly, the manipulation was not even the worst part.
"Had I known you guys were this fun, I would have hung out with you all sooner," you blurted out not even realizing that you had spoken your mind so freely in front of others, probably for the very first time ever.
Hearing this, Hongjoong couldn't help but smirk, "well, how were you supposed to hang out with us when you didn't even wast to open the door for us?" he teased.
Your face flushed, and because of that, the boys started to boo the eldest. You realize he was only harmlessly teasing you, something people who are close, getting close, or even friends do so you weren't feeling embarrassed or ashamed, just acknowledgement that he had a point. So your voice cut through the bickering noise as you angled yourself to face Seonghwa and Hongjoong. "I apologize for how badly and unfairly I treated you guys in the beginning. I wasn't being fair to you guys. Also I'm sorry that this apology came so late, probably should have done this to you two before."
Everyone could sense now genuine you were with your apology and they, more then anything, felt proud of you.
Seonghwa and Hongjoong smiled warmly at you and graciously accepted your self-proclaimed late apology with a nod. “We apologize too for not considering what would be appropriate for you. I don’t really want to admit this, but I’m glad Wooyoung’s persistence won you over and now we all can hang out like this, because look at how happy Nonnie looked,” Seonghwa pointed out. True to his words, Nonnie looked up at you with his big eyes that was practically shooting hearts out as his tongue lolled to the side, panting with happiness.
"Now all I have to do is to apologize to Yunho. You know, whenever he wants to see me face-to-face,” You sheepishly said.
Hearing the name coming out of your mouth made Wooyoung scoff while crossing his arms, “Trust me when I say, (y/n), at this point, Yunho doesn’t deserve your apology.” Wooyoung’s statement got him a smack on the back of his head by Mingi. You only smiled and shrugged, “Well, deserving or not, I still want to apologize to him. I… Don’t have much experience with opening up considering how I was raised, my parents are also not like other parents so I’m still… Trying to be my own person, I guess? So, I’m really trying things out here which includes befriending you all and being open with my feelings like this and I really appreciate you all for listening, but… It doesn’t seem like I could do the same with Yunho because I feel like he doesn’t want me to cross his boundaries so…” you nodded, not knowing how to end the sentence.
The boys realized that you were being genuine, that you truly felt bad for making Yunho so mad at you for whatever reason there was. After all, why should one rude interaction affect him so much? If that were the case, Yunho would have had grudges with half the planet starting from years ago. But what they focused on more was the fact that you had opened up about your past. Sure, it wasn’t much, but it must’ve taken such strength out of you to actually spoke about it and they were nothing but appreciative of the fact.
Luckily, Hongjoong decided to break the tension by clapping his hands. “Okay! Since (y/n) wants a taste of our friendship, what do we say about a little drinking game?” And the boys cheered at the suggestion which made you jump slightly at how excited they all were. You leant to Yeosang’s side and whispered, “I’ve never done this… Drinking game, should I be scared?” Yeosang chuckled and he was about to say no when he took a moment to actually think of his answer. “Of drinking? No, they will consider your pace and limit. Of San crying on you? Absolutely,” he confessed which made you conflicted on how to react. Suddenly, Wooyoung plopped himself on the floor, which made Nonnie jump up in a protective stance just in case, and grinned, “Don’t worry, you have all of us here to back you up!” He patted you on he head before jumping up and rushing to the kitchen as Mingi called him for alcohol suggestion.
The word lingered in your brain.
‘You have all of us here to back you up!’
It felt so foreign and kind of unbelievable, but you had to admit that you really liked the sound of that.
i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
To think that your life was so different just a year ago was rather unbelievable.
Just last year, it would be beyond your imagination to be able to walk out of the house without your usual entourage which was just a fancy description for your parents. Now, you were out walking Nonnie with the boys. Well, most of the boys since you managed to lost Jongho somewhere. The you from the past would not have been able to walk near a guy, et alone being so close that they joked about adopting you live they adopted Nonnie.
You, Mingi, Yeosang, and Jongho walked in with Nonnie at around 9.30 pm, slightly exhausted but absolutely very satisfied especially Nonnie who was walking diagonally and had this face where he looked like he just finished off a whole pan of weed brownies. Yunho opened the door and he couldn’t help but smile seeing how happy Nonnie was and when he looked to you, he didn’t let the smile drop which made you slightly nervous since you had been so used to his scowl so this was quite new.
“Are you sure you don’t wanna hang with us for a bit?” Mingi asked, pouting at you who was trying to hand Nonnie over to Yeosang but the big baby was clinging onto your leg while yowling like he was about to get taken away to prison. You smiled but shook your head, “It’s already late, I need to get some rest and if I stay, I might end up not leaving Nonnie’s side,” you looked down to see Nonnie between your legs, panting with his tongue out on the side like the silly animal he is. “But thank you for asking me to come out tonight, and… You know, giving me a chance. It had been a long while since I felt human and you guys… I just can’t thank you enough,” you stated, exhaling as if you had just let out the heaviest burden ever.
This caught the boys’ attention as the words you used seem particular. What did you mean by giving you a chance? ‘Feeling like a human’?? They took note of how you’re still closed off but your willingness to open up and telling them that you needed to let people in and you wanted their help, those facts combined made them think of what you could have been facing in the past. They wanted to seek answers, but the situation seem to not call for it so they only agree to let you go back.
After wrestling Nonnie away from you, courtesy of Mingi whom upon hauling Nonnie to his shoulder, smacked him on the butt once which didn’t seem to make much of an effect since Nonnie only panted happily as if he wanted to get spanked, you stepped away to go back to your home.
“Thank you,” Yunho suddenly said, stopping you in your tracks to turn around and look at him, “For… Walking Nonnie. Hope you have a good night,” he said sheepishly and even through the dark, you swore you saw the bright red hue in his ears. You awkwardly smiled and nodded, “Y-yeah, hope you have a good night too.”
For a moment, the two of you only stood there like idiots, waiting for the other to move first as if afraid of scaring the other one. Eventually, you moved first, “I… I’ll be going now. Bye,” you waved and Yunho waved back awkwardly as he slowly closed the door.
Even with that last awkward interaction with Yunho, you felt that you had achieved something. You were being truthful when you told the boys that you felt like human again because in the past, you barely had freedom. You were dehumanized and even then, you were not allowed to live for yourself. So as stupid as it sounds, you felt that going out for a walk with people you were able to call your friends was a huge accomplishment.
With the endorphins swimming in your head, you completely missed the figures stepping out of the shadow, rushing to you.
“(y/n)!”
A voice that you know all too well stopped you in the middle of your tracks, the same voice that caused so much fear and sorrow in your life. A voice from the past.
Someone grabbed your arm and spun you around and immediately, you were met with a pair of familiar eyes, the eyes that you once thought you could trust. The same ones that betrayed you with a smile.
Ice washed over your body and you stood frozen as the man spoke to you.
“What the hell were you thinking? Why are you here? We were so worried about you- do you have any idea what we went through when you left just like that!?” The man yelled, waiting for you to answer but you were so stricken by shock and fear that you couldn’t even utter a single word.
The man took advantage of your silence as he began dragging you away from your house, causing your brain to panic even more and instead of retaliating, your brain was rerouted to how you were programmed; to obey and to allow guidance from those above you. It terrified you how your body immediately responded despite your brain retaliating and even screaming to push the man’s hand off of you and run back to your house. But you couldn’t do it, your body refused to move, even with the threat of going back to how you were living.
Luckily, just as you were getting away, a car pulled up and the driver, including the passenger jumped off before rushing to you.
“Get your hands off her!” Hongjoong yelled as he pushed past the group of 4 men and immediately shielded you. Soon, another figure came to view and it was then that you realized that Seonghwa was also with him, one hand out to shield you while the other furiously typing on his phone.
The man huffed and put his hands on his hips, “Look, this is personal business, would you please step away from her?” Hongjoong scoffed and stepped closer to him, “You were pulling her like she’s a damn furniture, why don’t YOU step away?”
All of a sudden, you heard a door slammed open, followed by a very familiar “WHAT THE FUCK!?” and then Mingi and Wooyoung stepped in front of you; Mingi acting as a separating wall and Wooyoung ensuring that you wouldn’t be taken away by pulling you flush to him. Yunho were by the door and San was standing just a bit further away from them in case he needed to rush back into the house to call the police, grab a hose, or unleash Nonnie upon them. Though tensions were high, your body immediately relaxed since they got themselves involved and Wooyoung didn’t miss the way your hands immediately grip on his shirt. He had to control himself so he would focus back onto the fact that some lunatics were trying to take you away.
Sounds were mixing together, people talking over one another with two main sides; the man wanting to take you home, and Hongjoong wanting him to shut the fuck up and leave and to not bother you. They were talking about their right to bring you back home and how they had been looking for you for so long because you were taken by a crazy relative who hid you because she was infertile and obsessed with you since you were young. They were so passionate and convincing that Mingi was starting to think that they were talking about the truth. But one look at you, how you look at them with such fear in your eyes, and he immediately got his conviction back.
“Okay, so if you were really trying to ‘save’ her, why does she look so afraid of you? Why didn’t you contact her yourself?” Hongjoong pointedly ask, nodding at your cowering figure. The man exasperatedly sighed, “Because she was brainwashed by her crazy aunt and she blocked all the paths to her! Look, no one is perfect, but (y/n)’s aunt had been eyeing her since she was little and as she grew up, her aunt became more obsessed and now she brainwashed her so we need to get her back to her family! You don’t know how things really are and we didn’t know how things had been going but we’re from her community, she is part of us and she grew up with us. We know what she truly is like and trust me, seeing her like this, it’s obvious that we need to help her!”
Wooyoung scoffed as he rolled his eyes, “That doesn’t even make sense and you guys are delusional if you think that we’re just going to hand her over,” he said, subconsciously pulling you closer to him. “By the way, how did you even find her if (y/n)’s aunt blocked all paths to her?”
Another man stepped up and whispered something to the man who was basically the leader and there was a glint in his eyes that sent shivers down your spine.
“We know her aunt’s properties so we started checking them out, but what helped us most is that,” he said as he lifted his arm up and pointed behind you, straight at the boys’ house, “He told us she lives here”
Your eyes followed to where he was pointing and they widened when you saw what exactly he was pointing at. He wasn't pointing at just the house, he was pointing at Yunho who stood at the door, face pale as he recognized one of the men as the guy he spoke with some time ago, the man who was asking for you. The conversation that happened back then replayed in his mind like a sick confirmation. Yunho’s hands started to sweat and his chest tightened at the heaviness of the truth.
His eyes then fell on you and he saw you breaking into pieces right in front of him.
He wanted to say something; say sorry, defend himself, go there and fix his mistake, anything. But he didn’t move, he couldn’t. He only stood there, staring at you staring at him with hurt in your eyes. The eyes that he once thought so cold but now turned friendly. Well, it was friendly because now, the way you looked at him made him want to crawl under the tectonic plate and just stay there forever.
"You told him?" You whispered while your lips trembled,
In your clear mind, you realized that it wasn’t like Yunho sold you off, because how could he have? But it didn’t matter because you were facing the fact that this time, you were truly screwed.
i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
monster hybrid yunho x summoner reader(afab) / genre: angst smut, romance / au: demon, hybrid, fantasy / warnings: blood mentions, sharp objects, death mention, unprotected sex / wc: 3k - r: 18+
AN: this is the first completed thing i post since almost a year ago and i´m deeply scared. please excuse the rustiness, but thankfully i´m ready to get back at it ☆
this baby is my entry for @lapydiaries summer event "Hot As Hell" using the prompt “I thought rage had brought me back to you, but now that I see you… I don’t know anymore.” this one is special cause I'm hosting! if you took the time to read this, thank you so much and please check out the other entries on this event. now without further ado, enjoy 😌
Yunho walked down the narrow streets in silence.
People around him were nothing but background noise, blur and vague silhouettes forgotten as soon as he passed them. The air smelled of rain and iron, a familiar scent that reminded him of what this part of town, now a city, once was.
Pulled by a cruel, magnetic force, he had to keep going. He knew what it was, the burning, urgent calling for him.
You.
After so long he finally was able to leave the forest where you had left him without a word, many— many years ago.
Sensing he was getting closer, he stopped for a minute. His jaw clenched, tension building up in his stomach. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, finding the even more familiar scent calling to him. His body trembled for a second but it was too late for second thoughts. He had come for one thing only, so close he could almost taste it.
Whether it will be his ruin or salvation, it really didn't matter.
He´s here.
Your heart started to race. You stood firmly inside the chapel, waiting for him to appear at any second. His power is stronger. You realized you had all these years to prepare, but so did he.
When Yunho appeared through the rusty door, into the ruins of the chapel, the sight of him struck you like lightning.
The years had hardened him, carved him into something sharper than the boy you once knew. Broad shoulders, eyes shadowed with hunger, veins carrying the restless pulse of the monster in his blood. He had become everything you feared—and everything you still ached for.
You had left him without a word. Hollow, broken, drowning in his own rage and hatred. You both had been young back then, but you also loved each other with a love so fierce it ended up burning.
Yunho didn’t speak at first. Just looked at you like he could tear you apart and worship you in the same breath. You were ready for the anger and reproaching that was about to happen. You deserved all of it — but none of that happened. Instead Yunho looked at you with pleading eyes, with sadness, and even tenderness. When he finally spoke his voice sounded rough, jagged, almost broken.
“You abandoned me,” he growled, not wasting any second on formalitties as he was getting closer in a second until you could almost taste the same air, heat colliding with heat. “And after all these years you decided to call me?” Yunho was feeling so many things at the time. He needed rage to surge up and soothe the ache in his chest, before he gave in at the sight of you and how much he still loved you. “Why am I here? Why after all these years of not being able to leave the forest… now I suddenly can't stop following this desire to come and find you.” he continued. “You are so cruel. You could have come back for me, but you just lifted whatever spell you trapped me in, and decided to let me roam around until I was the one coming back to you.”
Silence settled and it was so thick it burned you. You wanted to say something but having him before you looking so angered and so broken was too much. You were stupid enough to think you would be able to handle it.
“Why am I here?!” he repeated. He was so close, close enough you could see the faint curve of his lips. Those sweet lips you kissed so many times before. Desire flared in you, as if no time had passed at all. “Are you going to kill me? Hurt me? Love me again? That is if you actually ever did…”
You finally lift your gaze to meet his and your eyes sharpened at his last words. It felt like he had twisted a knife deep inside your stomach.
“I waited for so long and now you can´t even speak to me… I deserve to know! I need to know why you left me— you don't know how bad it burned. Not being able to go look for you, not knowing why every time I was at the outskirts of the forest some invisible wall stopped me from going further. You were the one with the books and the spells and you were so clever as to leave with them. I was trapped, and alone…”
A few ravens flew by the cracks of what remained of the chapel´s rooftop triggered by the echo of his voice. Yunho's eyes clouded with tears, he was fighting them. “I thought rage had brought me back to you,” his voice low, trembling with years of held-back venom. “But now that I see you… I don’t know anymore.”
“Yunho…” your voice breaking. “I left because you were changing. The part of you that isn’t human… it was waking. And if I’d stayed, you would have destroyed me, and then yourself.”
He laughed, low and dark, closing the distance even more until you could feel the fire that burned inside him. “You left me without a word. Do you know how many nights I dreamed of this? Of finding you? Of somehow... making you regret leaving me?” His hand closed around your wrist, firmly. You noticed his claws, a remark that wasn´t there when you left. He traced your pulse, sharp enough to sting, tender enough to feel like a caress.
You shivered. Not from fear—but from recognition.
“And now?” You whispered. Yunho´s eyes flickered as he leaned forward, lips brushing yours. Your lips parted, but no words came—only a gasp as his mouth claimed yours, desperate, tasting of all the years you have lost. Rage melted into hunger, and you melted with it, clutching at him as if the monsters around you could not touch what it burned.
Yunho noticed the shadows of the beasts around him as soon as he got closer to the chapel. But he knew you wouldn´t let them attack first, they were there for backup or something else he didn't understand entirely. As he kissed you he had to remind himself what he came here for.
No. Not yet.
He pulled back. “You left me to rot,” his words are low, hurt. “And now you summon monsters against me?.”
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Yunho didn't remember much about what life was before you. All he knew is he was a boy cursed by whispers, villagers recoiling at the sight of him, animals going still as he walked by. He never understood why. The memories were vague, but all he can say for sure is that before you, he was always alone.
His mother died when he was young, he couldn´t even remember what she looked like. He doesn't even know if he knew who his father was. His first vivid memory was the day he met you. The only one who never feared him, who touched his hands as though they were only hands and not sharpened claws. He had loved you fiercely, obsessively, because you were his only refuge. And when you left, that refuge collapsed into ash.
You had never told him how it was that you found him.
Unconscious in the depths of the forest. Bloodied and bruised. And you definitely never told him about the body you found lying beside him. A young adult woman, even with her face covered in blood you could tell it was the boy´s mother. You took a deep breath and remembered your grandmother´s last words before you left on your journey: “Find the boy, he's half human too, he can be saved.” The boy´s mother used to live in your village, until that monster took her away, and trapped her in the forest. Now she was dead, the monster was gone, only the hybrid boy remained. You wanted to apologize to your grandmother, who had taught you all you know. Apologize for not being able to keep his humanity intact.
That day you gave the woman a place to rest, burying her closer to the cave where you found them, you cleaned the boy's hands from his mother's blood and you cast your spell. “It's our duty as summoners, we can call them but we can also trap them so they won´t do any harm to others.” your grandmother´s words. It was a power you didn´t ask for, but one you couldn´t escape.
You also never told Yunho it was him who killed his mother. You never told him what he really was either. The signals were there and he will find out eventually. But you were going to be by his side. As the time passed by and your bound grew, you were naive to think love could seal the dangerous side of him. You were young but powerful, you should have known his nature to be just as strong as yours.
And so years passed by, both of you alone in the world, found company with each other— comfort, friendship, familiarity, and eventually, passion. From that day forward, you consumed him. Your presence became Yunho´s entire source of warmth, you provided the fire he needed to live. Later you realized that was your biggest mistake.
Yunho remembers especially the nights laying beside you, the faint smell of fresh flowers and candlewax, where you used to whisper that he was yours. He had believed it. Every word, every time.
One afternoon in particular came to mind. The sun was set high, and you pressed a wilted flower into his palm.
“Even dying things can be beautiful,” you had said. “You just have to look closely.”
At the time, he thought you were speaking of the flower. Now he wondered if you had been speaking of the two of you.
.
.
.
“You´re not going to say anything?” Yunho faltered, confusion cutting through his anger.
“You’re changing. You know it. The blood inside you—the monster you try to cage—it’s waking. I felt it before you did. And if I had stayed, you would have lost yourself. You would have torn me apart. You are way stronger than me, I needed to prepare.”
More confusion clouded Yunho's mind. Prepare?. For a moment, silence hung between you. Then, it hit him, he realized the truth. You had known all along what he was becoming. You were always out to town, always coming back with herbs, candles, oils. You told him it was to create spells to protect them, but he never thought it was himself what you needed protection against.
Just then something inside him snapped. His eyes glaring red, clouded gaze over your face. His hands, calloused thanks to all the work he did in the forest, were now clawed, a change he couldn´t keep ignoring. His claws pressed harder against your shoulders, a bead of blood welling beneath his touch. You gasped, body arching against his hold—and still, you did not flinch, you leaned into him.
Your eyes met. His claw clenched, you held his gaze, full of rage, full of burning desire. He understood you had left to save him. To save yourself. Yet the ache of your absence still burned hotter than any revelation.
At that moment Yunho wasn't thinking, he only knew you were there before him. His mouth crashed against yours again, more savage, desperate. Years of longing, hatred, and hunger poured into the kiss. You moaned against him, fingers clawing at his shoulders, pulling him closer. His body pinned yours to the stone, heat and hardness pressing through the thin barrier of cloth. Your robe slipped from your shoulders, revealing glowing skin against the fractured light. The shadows hissed, writhing around them as though bound to your pulse, but neither of you cared. His hands roamed, greedy, fevered, searing every inch of you into memory. You arched into him, breathless, nails raking his back, a plea and a challenge all at once.
“This isn’t forgiveness,” Yunho rasped against your throat, biting hard enough to draw little blood. His tongue traced the wound, savoring the taste. “This is how it´s going to end for us.”
“So be it” you whispered against his lips.
Yunho removed your robe completely and did the same with his long coat and undershirt. Busy fingers trying to get rid of the annoyance that was being clothed. It was so dark, and you remembered how comfortable it was to be naked with him. How good it felt feeling his hands roam through your entire body. He never left an inch untouched.
Your hands were all over his chest, you felt his skin burning, literally, in some way the passion inside him accelerates his transformation. "It's fine, we'll end this together." you promised.
Your back touches the stone of the floor, even with the robe separating you from touching it directly you can feel the cold against your skin. Yunho hovers over you and he caresses your face, distracting you from what his movements are a little further down. As you kiss him, eyes closed enjoying his embrace you can feel his fingers caressing you, they make their way into your entrance, feeling your wetness. Yunho groans and plays a little with your entrance, enjoying the little soft whimpers you let out. Impatiently but gentle, he slowly enters you, he groans and moves his hips gently burying himself inside you inch by inch. It had been so long since you had him last, your heat stretches little by little and you feel every inch go in until he is completely inside. And that´s when he stops being gentle.
Yunho buried himself completely inside you, lifting your neck a little to keep kissing you. His lips then travel south as he brushes his tongue against your collarbone, savoring you. He groans, your nails pressed against the back of his head as he is buried deep between your breasts. His lips parted with a shaky breath. “Fuck, how long I desired for this?… lost count of the times I imagined having you like this again…” His tone was so low and so deep. You moaned against every thrust.
You remembered the first time he took you. Still inexperienced but full of desire, he continuedly asked if it hurt, if he wasn´t being too rough. You had to reassure him for the longest time that you were fine, that you enjoyed the roughness, that every sting of pain was followed by intense pleasure, how he made your body shudder as he stretched you so deliciously.
And this time was no different.
Every kiss, every bite, every flicker of his tongue turned brutal, punishing, as though both sought to devour the other before the night ended. Suddenly Yunho lifted you effortlessly, pressing you against the wall, your legs wrapping around his waist as though they had never belonged anywhere else. His claws left trails of fire along your skin, while your power surged in waves, demons shrieking at the edges of the chapel.
The world outside ceased to matter. There was only your body against his, only the fire that burned hotter than hatred, the obsession that made him forget why you were here. Each movement was both punishment and blessing, every thrust a confession that no vengeance could erase what bound you together.
“Deeper.” you cried. Yunho brought a hand to your throat, easily wrapping it around it. With clouded eyes he kept his eyes on yours, now pushing with more force than before. “Harder.” you cried again.
Yunho was going insane. He could hear the way your heat sucked him every time he pushed inside you. He knew you were close and that if he kept this pace he couldn't last much longer either. The echoes of skin slapping against skin resonated in the chapel, all the time you both waited for this was consuming you and you knew the end was near.
Your cries mingled with the storm of shadows, fingers tangled in his hair as if anchoring yourself to the only thing you had ever wanted. Yunho buried himself in you, in the heat, in the surrender, until the line between man and monster vanished entirely. “Come for me…” he whispered, “Be mine again, like it was before all of this even began.” his lips brushed against your earlobe, he was not demanding, he was begging you to give him a final shot of bliss while he stayed in his human form.
“Yun…” you moaned before your high hit you. As you moaned his name he also let himself come undone. He felt the sweet sensation of release at the same time he felt the sting of the sharp object that you expertly had buried inside his heart without him noticing.
“I was supposed to be the one to destroy you.”
You touched his face, soft despite the sharpness of his nails as you watched him dissolve into the night. “And instead?.”
His lips brushed yours once more, the ghost of a kiss. “Instead, I’m lost to you all over again.”
When the frenzy broke, when your bodies finally sagged against one another, the night was silent again. The shadows curled back into nothingness, spent, leaving only the ragged sound of their breathing. A blaze enguled you for what felt more than a second, but it wasn´t burning, it felt as cold as the winters in that lonely forest. As all the years you tried to think of anything else but the fact that no one but you could end what he was bound to become.
Where Yunho´s body was moments ago, now ashes and silence scattered all over your lap.
The dagger in your right hand now burned you. A faint thread of smoke scolding your palm. You dropped it and the hit resonated loudly.
letting tears go down your cheeks, you took what you could gather of the ashes he left behind and placed them in your palms. Carefully placing them over the dagger that took his human life, still burning you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.
Nothing had been forgiven. Nothing had been avenged. But both knew there would be no escape—not from him, not from you, not from what bound you together.
"I'll always be yours, in this life or the other.”
You prayed, as the dagger started burning and the ashes lit up again. If he couldn´t belong in this world as the human boy you once loved, you were going to get to him as the monster he'll become.
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i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
: ̗̀➛Pairing: Reporter! Park Seonghwa x Hero! Reader (f)
: ̗̀➛Genre: smut, pwp
: ̗̀➛Au: hero/villain, superheros, reporter, lowkey lois/superman reversal
: ̗̀➛Trope: reporter x hero
: ̗̀➛Rating: 18+, MDNI (any ageless or blank blogs interacting will be blocked!)
: ̗̀➛Word Count: 1,498
: ̗̀➛Warnings: dom! reader, sub! hwa, angry sex, public sex, fear kink, spit kink, jacking off, choking kink, sex without protection (not a good idea with strangers folks!), begging kink, degradation kink, orgasm denial (m)
: ̗̀➛Summary: after a difficult day as your role as a hero, Seonghwa provides some much needed relief
: ̗̀➛Author's Note: on my superhero shit again because apparently that's the default au when I'm having a day. Enjoy :D
: ̗̀➛Divider by @cursed-carmine
“Justitrix!” Seonghwa, the reporter, calls out to you from the rooftop of his newspaper’s building. He waves you down as you float downwards. “How was the fi…” the question dies on his plump lips as he sees the storm cloud that is your face.
“Not only did that she get away,” You snarl. “I found a bitch boy mugging an old lady!”
Seonghwa nervously pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Do you want me to go on record yet or…?”
You swing the oversized two handed hammer you usually wield in annoyance. “Do you want to be the third being on this planet that I have to hold myself back from killing today?”
Seonghwa swallows loudly. And when your narrowed eyes quickly move down to the tent in his pants, you sigh. “What is wrong with you?”
Seonghwa slowly backs up as you float closer to him, at least dropping your weapon. “You sure you don’t want to do the scheduled interview and ignore my very normal response to you threatening me?”
You arch an eyebrow at him. “Normal? I deal with villains on a daily schedule, Mr. Park, and they do not get turned on by the idea of me being the last thing they see before they leave this planet.”
Seonghwa smiles, an awkward one this time. “No interview then? I’ll just be on my way; don’t want to take up anymore of your precious time. I’m sure I’ve got a back up source that could give me a witness to you saving a puppy from incoming debris.”
The reporter has nowhere to go when his back hits one of the vents on the top of the roof. When you come flush with his body, you run a curious hand up his torso. Despite his quite nerdy appearance, there is sinew and muscle under that button up. You run his tie through your fingers, thinking.
“I think we can solve both our problems, Mr. Park.”
Seonghwa whines in the back of his throat and then clears it, like he did not mean to let that escape his lips. “We both have problems?”
You smirk and Seonghwa feels his dick twitch in response. You were the hero of this city, bringing justice to all, but that smirk said you were one bad chemical accident away from being a villain right now.
“You need a story, and I need a way to let off steam. No one wants to see the hero destroying anything other than a bad guy. But you would sure enjoy being destroyed by me, wouldn't you?” You lean in to whisper the final part of your sentence in the reporter’s ear. “Seonghwa,” You purr and receive a full body shiver in response.
You back up slightly, your feet still never touching the ground. Your cape flutters behind you slightly. “Get yourself wet for me,” You command.
“But I’m already wet,” Seonghwa admits, eyes falling to the green roof.
“Show me.”
Seonghwa undoes his belt and unzips his pants to show he is indeed sporting a wet spot on his briefs.
At least they’re black, you muse to yourself.
“Spit in your hand and jerk off,” You say coolly.
Seonghwa lets out another pitiful whine as he does exactly like you tell him to. You admire the way his hand plays peekaboo with the tip of his cock. He’s quite packed, for a boring reporter. You watch with a detached gaze as he continues to slather himself up with his own saliva. You suppose that will have to do.
You grip Seonghwa’s tie tightly in a fist, pulling his body close to yours. “You are an annoyance, at best, Mr. Park. Always nagging at me for an interview seconds after I have worked my ass off to keep everyone safe. You do not give me a moment to breathe.”
“Th-that’s my j-j-job,” Seonghwa stutters.
“Perhaps you need a new job,” You growl.
You slant your lips against his puffy ones, your tongue plunging into his mouth. The reporter whimpers into your mouth as you aggressively kiss him. You feel a sliver of your anger disappear but it’s not enough.
“As if Miss Interruption didn’t grate enough on my nerves. She had hundreds of people at a baseball game frozen, just so she could coo at a cute boy that was a player there. Then, after we fought and her body made a massive trench in the baseball game that caused them to cancel the game, I got booed at and had to speak with the owner of the home team and apologize. Like I didn’t save them all?”
The entire time you complain about saving the good people of Halazia, you push aside the crotch of your high cut supersuit and wrap your legs around Seonghwa’s narrow waist. You rub your wet cunt against the underside of Seonghwa’s spit-covered cock and let out a small sigh of relief.
Seonghwa stares up at you with big, wet eyes. “Is…is it good enough?” he wonders, biting down on his lower lip.
You look down your nose at him, like he’s an ant beneath your shoe. “I don’t know, Seonghwa, what do you think?” You say dangerous and low.
Seonghwa shakes his head. “Please. Take me. I can be that relief for you.”
“Take you?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Am I a villain now?”
Seonghwa’s eyes become distant as he begins to spout a fantasy of his. “Sometimes at night I imagine while I’m stroking my cock that I pay you back for your stories with my cock. That your wet heat encompasses me and I pass out because the pleasure of your cunt is as powerful as you are.”
You chuckle darkly. “What a pervert you are, Mr. Park.”
Seonghwa’s lips turn down, a half pout half frown. “Please.”
Without another word, you tilt your hips and spear yourself down on Seonghwa’s curved shaft. His eyes roll into the back of his head at the simple pleasure of being sheathed inside of you. It’s almost pitiful if you didn’t find it a little attractive that he craved it.
You wrap Seonghwa’s tie even tighter around your fist, pulling the noose tight against his throat. Seonghwa begins to make choked noises and you release the tie but he whines as soon as you do that. “Don’t stop, please.”
You raise a judgmental eyebrow at the reporter. “Do you have a death wish, Reporter Park?”
“Feels good,” Seonghwa whimpers.
You roll your eyes but nonetheless keep a slight grip on his tie. You couldn't put all your super strength into it otherwise you might end up a villain in truth. You move your hips experimentally, enjoying the friction of your pelvis against Seonghwa’s toned body. The reporter moans as your cunt milks him while you choke him.
“Isn’t this a better job?” You coo mockingly at him. “Instead of pestering me with questions I don’t have the brain capacity to answer after knocking an annoying little twit like Miss Interruption into next week, you can be my good little dildo.”
Seonghwa’s short, choked pants come out nicely as you continue to fuck yourself down on his twitching cock. The more you speak, the harder he gets. Somehow, despite the fact you were doing this primarily for yourself, Seonghwa was completely getting off on it.
At least you were getting what you needed out of it. Your body ached slightly from fighting with Miss Interruption, but the burn you were acquiring from some good, hot, hard, healthy sex was much more satisfying.
“Finally,” You say through gritted teeth. “Some satisfaction from this day!”
Orgasming from a dick inside you--no, a dildo--is not something you experience much as a woman. You’re not sure if it’s the combination of taking what you want or Seonghwa’s curved, long cock, but nonetheless you let out a throaty moan as pleasure washes through your nerves and soothes your anger.
You slowly release Seonghwa’s tie and untangle your limbs around his waist. At least you didn’t have to deal with the unpleasantness of his cum staining your super suit, because Seonghwa had not come.
Despite this, Seonghwa is quick to tidy himself up, tucking his still-hard cock in his slacks and combing a shaking hand through his hair. “I…” he licks his lips nervously.
You sigh. “I suppose I could offer you the scoop on today’s fight.” You might feel a little bit bad that you left him high and dry. But not enough to finish him off.
Seonghwa sends you a bright smile. He just had his lights fucked out of him by the hero that he constantly reported on and still having not orgasmed, is his bright, cheerful self. That was an admirable quality.
You clear your throat, having fixed yourself, and hover midair, crossing one leg over the other. “I had an officer on my direct radio contact line call in a disruption at the baseball game earlier today…”
that’s when it hits me, you were almost the 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 that happened to me 𓂃. choi 𝙎an @pirateeznet
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It was dull; the melancholy, the street lights, the metaphorical questions that circled the stale air. You weren’t even sure that if your lungs collapsed you’d feel anything at all. Your heart didn’t beat, your blood didn’t flow. You didn’t blink.
Nothing at all.
The days went by, twenty-four hours, speeding subway trains, 604800 seconds, exchanging phone numbers. Then the sun would set and suddenly all you’d hear is one voice through the spotlit moonlight. The one voice that could’ve meant everything to you. The one you would’ve stopped time for.
The hand to hold. The teeth to brush. The skin to feel. The lips to kiss. The food to share. The taxes to file.
If those were the best years, then you didn’t need an imagination; everything exceeded.
And it really could’ve been yours to keep.
But you pushed away before it got too real, scared that your greatest love would be your biggest heartbreak in the end. And there was no such thing as an in-between anymore. Just 0 or 100 miles an hour on a winding road, trying not to roll the corner and fly off the edge.
“Do you love me?”
Silence.
Misleading, torturous, but it said all you ever needed to know. Only so out of touch that you couldn’t even manage to reach out your hand anymore. So close to something that you knew it’d always be nothing more than a moment in time. One where every shooting star got wished upon, every penny dropped into a fountain.
A lonely night where you’d dial the best thing that could’ve happened to you one last time to tell him that you missed his touch. The sound of his heart. The whispered words that clung to your skin the way humidity did in the middle of August.
Maybe you were too much alike that it created too much of a gap. A wound that wouldn’t stay sutured closed, breaking open and getting infected.
A never-changing red light, a mistranslated subtitle, a hangnail you couldn’t quite cut right.
“Yeah,” he replied, fingers gripping the side of your waist.
It was complacency sewn onto his face though; hooded eyes that looked so delicately at you, like a flower petal about to wilt.
But maybe everything’s meant to die, afterall, love’s the only thing that can get buried twice…three times…one hundred times over again.
And you wondered, if you stuck around, let him suggest baby names and diamond shapes, would it have never been almost the best thing that happened to you?
i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
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i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
For the @lapydiaries summer event "Hot as Hell"
Prompt: "I don't care if it ruins me. I need to know why you left."
Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader x Yeosang
wc: 10.1k
Au: demon. ex-lovers, situationship
Genre: angst, smut, yandere?
summary: after the man that meant the world to you leaves without an explanation, you chase after him with only crumbs. By luck, someone takes notice of your questions and agrees to help you in an unconventional way that gets you a little too tied up with the devilish stranger and deep in a world you don't realize is just behind the curtains.
Warnings: 18+, violence, smut, obsessed Wooyoung, member x member content and ships, mxm, quickie, creampie, cumeating, blood play, blood eating, blood used as lube, open chest cavity, some gore, dacryphilia, overstim, choking (both in a sexual and nonsexual way), rough hair pulling, spanking, scratching, oral, marking, clawing, double penetration, anal, slapping, three-way kiss, some degradation/praise, a whole lot of corruption kink, explicit threats, possessive Yeosang, bottom reader, masochist Wooyoung, dom brat wooyoung, meanish dom Yeosang. somewhat sadistic Yeosang? voyeurism and exhibitionism if you squint
AN: Okay tbh i am so proud of this one and to manage to write it when ive been struggling just has me all proud and sht. thank you Kang Yeosang for seriously wrecking the ever living shit out of me at the concert and for the comeback. and you too Jung Wooyoung for trying to outdo him :') i was gunna wait after beta to post but im too impatient so have a late night upload!
Beta: big thanks @sanjoongie . Sacrifical betas: @adelusionforyourthoughts , @bunnliix , @yourfatherlucifer
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“Are you willing to do anything to get answers?” The man with a sharp jaw and sharper gaze had asked you, and at the time you agreed without hesitation, like making a deal with a devil.
Even now, looking at a dolled up version of yourself in a vanity mirror that reflected the whole small dressing room of you and the other dancers, you didn't question it. It didn't matter if it had been weeks and no sign of him. It didn't matter that there were things that happened in this theater that had you questioning your sanity.
You needed to know.
“Alright listen up everyone!” The quiet chatter of the room fell to silence as all eyes focused on the man in the door. Tall, soft features, and a heart throb among the dancers. “It's an important night tonight, so give your all and a little extra. Hongjoong will be watching and he won't be pleased if Hwa's stage performance is less than perfect.” His eyes landed on you, the smile on his lips turning tight. As usual when Yunho looked at you. Like he couldn't quite stand your presence, and that might have to do with how you got the job here. “Wooyoung wanted to see you before curtain time. Make it quick so you aren’t late.”
He was gone by the time you got up from your chair, the choreographer of the club always running around before a show. Even if he didn’t seem fond of you, he was the one who taught you the dances. Who refused to let you on the stage until your skills were to his liking. You thanked your existing love for dance for getting most of the routine down quick, only struggling with the more risque moves due to confidence.
The whispers had already started around you, some of the other dancers did not like how you seemed to be “Wooyoung’s favorite”. Sometimes they added on the word “human” but you never paid it any mind, taking it as another way they were being condescending towards you.
You weren’t here to make friends though, nor were you here to do a job- not really. Despite working hard to learn the dance, to get confident in your body with the corsets and showy outfits, you were here for one thing only.
Exiting the dressing room your feet carried you the familiar path towards Wooyoung’s makeshift office. Passing by the room that belonged to the star of the show, hearing his soft moans as his lover had his way with him, you walked by quickly. Once you had made the mistake of peering into the open room, spotting Seonghwa bent over with Hongjoong behind him. The latter had caught your gaze and later teased you for it, now labeling you his little voyeur, despite not wanting his attention at all.
It was bad enough that Wooyoung had you at his beck and call. Getting the attention of the head of the club was something you wanted to avoid. Even if others dreamed of being the third to the power couple, it wasn’t a dream you shared.
So you avoided the open door and rushed down the hall towards the black and red door with a giant W on it. It suited the man who seemed so full of himself.
The man with a sharp jaw and sharper eyes, opening the door and leaning against the frame before you even reach it fully. He lifts one brow, showing off the asymmetry of his eyes that were quite charming in their own right.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing you in a corset.” His eyes raked over your length, humming appreciatively before he pulled you into the room. A familiar dark oak desk with scattered papers, a leather couch that you were even more familiar with, and the faint scent of wilted roses: all things you associated with this room and the man it belonged to.
“Don’t take it off this time, Yunho will have my head if I’m late.” You warned as you stepped in and up to the desk, hands braced on the wood as you glanced back.
He shut the door, the familiar cocky smirk spreading on his lips as he stepped closer, already undoing the buttons of his satin pants. “I’ve trained you well Angel.”
Corrupted you was more like it.
Wooyoung was not a good samaritan. He made no effort to make it easier on you. Any information he gave was always at a price, and you found the easiest price was this.
His hands on your body, pushing the black lace of your bottoms down and exposing your tights. They were tucked too far up into the corset, an obstacle neither of you had time to deal with. “The show starts in, what, fifteen minutes?” He murmured against the nape of your neck where the lace collar was bejeweled with little red gems. The same collar all the back up dancers wore, down to the fishnets on your legs also bejeweled with little red rhinestones and heels that you admittedly took some getting used to.
Getting fucked in such outfits were just another thing you had to get used to.
“Try to make it ten.” You warned as nonchalantly as you could, pretending the little devil didn’t know all the right buttons to press to make you melt. It was infuriating, since this was just a transactional thing and neither of you had feelings for the other beyond just this: mutual pleasure.
He chuckled against your bare shoulder, hands massaging your ass like it was his favorite toy. “So demanding.” The next second there was a tug and rip, exposing your cunt to the hand responsible. You only hoped the tights were only ripped where they would be covered on stage, not willing to even mess up the performance even a smidgen. “And yet so wet.”
So what if you had grown to like this? That the sweet girl you thought you were enjoyed being used by him? His fingers swiped up your slick before pushing in, rough and precise with his movements to spread you open. Your hands gripped the edge of the desk a bit tighter, pushing your ass back for easy access. You told yourself you just wanted it over quicker. Let him fuck you and use you, tell you some secret, and then let you go perform on that stage to the best of your capabilities.
You didn’t need to enjoy it so much. You didn’t want to let the sweet moans fall from your lips as he curled his fingers just right, thumb working on your bundle of nerves to have you rocking back. You didn’t like the cocky chuckle he would give as you melted into his hand. You weren’t in a rush to feel his veiny cock pushing deep until it was the only thing you thought about.
All lies.
And Jung Wooyoung, the little devil he is, knew it.
If it wasn’t for the time constriction you knew he would be edging you right now. Would make you beg for him to fuck you. To make you forget anything but him. He loved making a mess of you like that. But today he couldn’t. Today he had to settle for less.
He nibbled on your ear and jaw as he pushed in a third finger, his other hand splayed over the corset to hold you back against him. His bare cock rubbed against the tights on your ass cheek, teasing you for what was to come. He had to be careful of your makeup and carefully done hair. He couldn’t mark your bare shoulders with hickies and bites, not without fear of upsetting the others.
It was an important night, you just didn’t know why. Nor did you care. Not when Wooyoung pulled his fingers out just when you were about to come, leaving you whining and mumbling out pleas. “So close please- Wooyoung I wanna- Please let me come.” You had hoped with the time limit he wouldn’t edge you.
Which, in hindsight, he didn’t. His cock was pushing into your soaked hole the next second while he held your underwear off to the side. Buried deep your walls pulsated around his length, your body falling forward to support yourself on your elbows on the desk. Glancing back, your breath caught in your throat.
He was stunning, the sleeked back black hair falling in his face a bit, sharp jaw slacked open in awe as he stared down where you two were connected. His hands massaged your sides and hips before smacking both cheeks and earning a moan. His gaze snapped up to meet yours, the normally dark irises now a deep red like wine in neon lights.
It wasn’t the first time you saw such a questioning sight, but the first time like this. You wanted to question him, but with a devilish half smirk he started to relentlessly pound into you, chasing away any coherent thoughts.
Your forehead fell forward to brace against the thick wood beneath you, your denied orgasm finding you quickly once more and spilling from your cunt with barely a warning. Heat rushed up your spine, the familiar tingling of pleasure in your mind making it hard to think of anything else.
“So fucking tight- no matter how much I stretch you out. No matter how many times I’ve fucked your cute pussy, ruining you over and over. Still so tight and pretty. Fuck I love ruining you. Twisting you like this. So desperate. Such a pretty fallen angel, all mine.” Wooyoung’s breathless rambles barely reached your ears over your own moans, but they just intensified the heat already coursing through you.
Ruined was a good way to describe you now. Moving into the city, working any job and taking any opportunity to find him, even going so far as agreeing to work in a burlesque club and let the man who hired you fuck you stupid whenever he wanted.
It didn't matter if there were glowing eyes or the staff said things that didn’t make sense. Didn’t matter if some of them moved too fast or were too strong or did things that you were sure were not humanly possible. All that mattered was Wooyoung’s promises that he would surely show up here. That he would give all the answers when he did.
And it certainly didn’t matter that Wooyoung twisted you in ways that made you question just who you were as a person. Most of the time just from how good he fucked you. From the prominent veins on his cock you could feel with each rough drag out of your cunt, to the curved tip that always seemed to find your sweet spot.
Who knew sin could twist you so beautifully?
Another climax was quickly approaching as you tried not to drool on the wooden desk you slid across with each thrust. His hands gripped your hips through the corset so hard you knew you would have bruises, again, as a sign he too was close. Normally he had to make you beg for it, for his cum, his load, but with practiced ease the words stumbled from your lips without him having to ask.
“F-fill me up please. W-want your cum, want to be so full with your seed. Please please can I have it? C-can I come with you Sir? P-please?” You reached back, grabbing one of his hands and attempting to meet his gaze.
Your head was pushed into the desk the next second, a nearly inhumane growl reverberating through his chest in response. “You want it so bad? My pretty little slut wants my load so badly? Then take it. Fu-fucking take it.”
His hips stuttered to a halt deep inside you as he held your head down, filling you up just like you begged for as your own release was soaking his satin pants and clouding your mind with pleasure.
It left you out of it for a moment as you struggled to normalize your breathing and heartbeat once more. All you could manage was a disappointed whine when he pulled out, though he was quick to fix your underwear and pull the bottoms up. Not that he would care about a cum stain in the outfit, since he usually managed the clothes for the backup dancers. Hongjoong designed the lead’s outfits, Seonghwa being his personal model of sorts.
Right, Seonghwa… the star of the show. The show you had to now walk your wobbly legs to and somehow perform in heels without messing up.
With the distance between you and Wooyoung, you stood up and adjusted your hair once more, hoping it was only a tiny bit messed up. Clearing your throat and turning to the other, you admired the back of his black button up as he righted himself. You never expected cuddles or reassurances or anything of the sort afterwards, especially with a time restraint as of now.
Instead, he usually paid his part of the ongoing bargain. You let him fuck you (and enjoy it) and then he gives you an update or a crumb of information to the million questions that brought you here in the first place. “So? What do you have?”
“Hm?” He glanced back over his shoulder, fixing his hair.
You huffed, rolling your eyes in annoyance. “About him? What new information do you have? Don't act dumb Wooyoung.”
“Ah.” Snapping his fingers, he turned back to you fully with his usual smirk. “Well, I’ll have to tell you after the show. I don’t want to distract you from your performance. And it’s more like something to show you.”
The last bit of bliss you felt was chased away with annoyance. “Then why didn’t you just fuck me after the show?”
“Oh I still plan to. I think you’ll enjoy this new information so much you’ll be begging to jump my bones.” He approached you, caging you in with his arms as he leaned in almost as if to kiss you.
He never does.
Smacking his chest and pushing him away, you huff. “Fine, I’ll see you after the show. Asshole.”
He was laughing as you stormed for the exit, like a loud cackle. “You love me.”
With a scoff you left, slamming the door shut before heading for the stage. You stopped by a mirror one last time to assess the damage, glad that he hadn’t messed anything up that would be noticeable from the crowd. Good. Once those curtains were pulled open, you had to perform like your life depended on it.
What happened behind the curtains needed to stay there.
Wooyoung watched you storm out of his office with a smile, one that was gone the second the door clicked with finality. You were so fun to twist and bend and corrupt, why didn’t his dear love ever bother to do so?
Of course he knew that keeping you so sweet was what he liked. Pure, kind, devoted. He couldn’t wait to see how his love liked this new version of you. Wooyoung’s version.
A beautiful toy to play with.
Giddy, Wooyoung was in the VIP balcony in the next second, sitting on the railing while others sat on the sofa. Hongjoong and Jongho at the moment, but San was talking to who he cared about the most.
Yeosang. Sweet, ethereal Yeosang. The last one of them that still battled with their nature, that tried to pretend they weren’t creatures of sin, that they didn’t need it to survive and thrive.
All things said Hongjoong had devised such an ingenious way for them to live. The club had its reputation, and special clientele that were so easy to swindle. CEO’s and men of power that dripped with greed and pride, wanting more and so willing to make deals they don’t understand just because they think they know better.
So willing to indulge in the sin they offered in the back rooms too.
Not that Yeosang enjoyed being here. And while that worked in Wooyoung’s favor currently, he still didn’t like not being able to see him so rarely. Tonight though, he had no choice but to attend, they were about to fry such a big fish after all.
“Sangie!” Wooyoung jumped down from the railing and rushed over to his dear friend, hugging him from the back and quickly kissing his cheek. “I’ve missed you. You didn't run off and find another lover did you? Not when I’m right here?” He pouted out his lips, gently pulling him a bit further from San.
“As if you’re one to talk, Woo, getting one yourself. Fucking hell you smell like sex again. Why do you have to do this before every show?” Jongho scowled over at him, opening another button on his shirt as if to combat the heat that swarmed him from the amount of sin Wooyoung was drenched in.
Wooyoung laughed, but his eyes didn’t leave the sculpted face mere inches from his own. “Leaves more sin for you to feed off of Jongho, why do you always complain. I know you love the smell of them. If you want, you can suck their essence off my dick.”
“Save it you two.” Hongjoong’s threat meant nothing to Wooyoung when he noticed the flaring of Yeosang’s nostrils, the way his wide eyes got wider, and the slight panic that resulted in a flash of red in his irises.
Only Wooyoung noticed, since he was looking for it. He wanted to rub it in, to confirm the growing suspicion in his best friend’s mind. To offer him the opportunity to suck his ex lover’s taste off his cock. His lips would look so pretty wrapped-
“The show is about to start.” San interrupted Wooyoung’s delightful fantasy as he pulled them both onto the couch. Despite Wooyoung’s attempts, Yeosang sat next to him and not on his lap. “You can eye fuck him later Wooyoung.”
“Maybe I’d rather just fuck him?” He stuck his tongue out at San who sat in the smaller love seat more to the side. They had a side view of the stage but could see most of the audience. The VIP booths around them, and tables down below. People were in every seat, black and red masks hiding their identities from the other guests but each one personally invited for one of Seonghwa’s famous shows. All while the lower level demons served the guests in any way they desired.
He could already see one of said guests lost in the throes of pleasure across from them, getting his dick sucked no doubt. Ah, Wooyoung was a bit jealous of that, glancing at Yeosang who was used to Wooyoung’s advances but never submitted to them. Never gave in.
What would it take for the beautiful demon to give in? To want Wooyoung? He’d try anything short of just taking him. Yeosang was the older demon, the bigger and more powerful, and Hongjoong would grant him permission to end Wooyoung’s life if he even tried.
So he had to get creative. What luck that you fell right into his path?
The lights dimmed, spotlights on the stage as Yunho stepped onto stage with a million dollar smile. He didn’t listen to what the taller man said, instead taking note that Yeosang kept glancing at him. Suspicious gaze, then the clench of his jaw every time his eyes flickered down to his satin pants- which Wooyoung had left the wet spots from your orgasm soak into the material, intensifying the smell.
“What did Jongho mean? Do you have a lover?” He finally spoke up, the softest whisper in that deep voice that sent chills down Wooyoung’s spine.
Oh how he wanted to tell him. How he wished that it was jealousy on Yeosang’s part that made him ask: jealousy over him, not for who he was smelling on his clothes. “Maybe I’ll introduce you, Sangie. Maybe we can share? Though with how sinful they are, I don’t know if you’ll like them. You always prefer the sweeter ones.”
Only Yeosang would know the double meaning to his words, and only when the remaining puzzle pieces showed themselves.
The show started while Yeosang was left confused, both of them watching the curtains open. Seonghwa started off with his newest stage, just another of many songs Hongjoong had written and composed for him. His voice echoed through the theater like a siren song, enchanting the guests and raising the desires in the audience.
The scents of arousal started to fill the air, Hongjoong groaning next to Wooyoung with distaste as he hardly liked knowing every person below wanted what was his. It was the reason the man just had to mark his claim on the singer before the shows. Even if the humans below couldn’t smell the demon on him, couldn’t tell that his ass was most likely pumped full of his cum that moved with each magnetic twist of Seonghwa’s body- Hongjoong knew and it was enough to curb his jealousy.
And precisely what had given Wooyoung the idea to do the same. He had to bite back the smug smirk once you stepped on stage, dancing against the poles and twisting your body in naughty ways that had Wooyoung daydreaming of you moving into such positions with him. He got lost in watching you for a moment, despite being very aware of how tense and pale Yeosang had gone next to him.
The first chorus had everyone on their knees and leaning back, body rolling as a hand moved from one shoulder down your body until your legs were spreading and your hand cupped your clothed cunt. The move was done by all on stage, but Wooyoung was fixated on you. On the confidence you radiated. On the sultry expression you wore like second nature, and on the fact he knew just behind that cloth your fingers pressed against was your abused cunt filled with his seed.
He wanted to brag so much. To turn to Yeosang and proudly announce how you were dancing like a common whore on stage filled with his cum. You, who once was the sweet and innocent Angel that Yeosang had tried so hard to keep away from them.
The need to gloat had him glancing over at the man still. Yeosang’s stormy expression had him shivering with excitement. The way he gripped his knees, how tightly his jaw was clenched and flexed with each new position you moved in. “So, you like the new song, Sangie? We got a new dancer too, I think they make a beautiful addition.”
“You’re only saying that because they’re your new toy.” Jongho grumbled on the other side of Yeosang, but Wooyoung knew he was also fixated on you. What would the youngest of them think if they knew that the beautiful person down there now stripping Seonghwa had once belonged to Yeosang?
And that Yeosang had tossed you away, no doubt afraid to corrupt you. To ruin you. As if he was doing you a favor.
“That’s…” Yeosang breathed out, turning to glare at Wooyoung with red eyes.
The man returned the hostility with a smirk. Bingo, he pieced it together. “That’s my Angel. A sweet little thing that came crashing into my life just begging to be ruined.”
A warning growl ripped through the other’s throat.
Ignoring the pang of jealousy that Wooyoung felt, he motioned to the show. “We have a whole night, Sangie, don’t get worked up now. If you behave, I promise I’ll show them to you later. Maybe you can lick my cum out of their cunt. If it doesn’t all drip out by the end of the performance.”
Yeosang may very well try and murder him later for this… if he waited through the show.
“Stop it you two. Save that talk for the guests.” Hongjoong warned, glancing over at them with a flash of red to have them both obey.
They can’t ignore their leader.
With some effort, Wooyoung shut up and Yeosang relaxed. The rest of the show wasn’t easy, but soon enough they were all visiting guests and working their magic. All while the humans were so blissfully entranced by the show. Once the curtain drops, they’ll have plenty of new contracts and plenty of sin to eat up. But for Wooyoung, the real show would begin.
So what if you rushed to Wooyoung’s office the second the show ended. Still covered in sweat and his seed from earlier an uncomfortable feeling between your legs. You would normally go wash up, but making the man wait was not something he liked.
Besides, if he had his way, he’d just make a mess of you anyways.
Standing outside the office door, watching the hallway for him, you couldn’t help but think about the contrast between Wooyoung and the love you were chasing after. Where Wooyoung enjoyed pushing your boundaries, holding any ounce of information over your head so you would do his bidding, the man who had your heart was the opposite. He had adored you, even if he left saying he hadn’t.
Even if he said you were just a fun way to pass the time, a game to play. Even if he called you too easy, too naive, holding onto his words like they meant something. Just for him to disappear without a trace.
And maybe that was true. Maybe he was more like Wooyoung than he let on, playing the sweet lover that looked at you like you personally hung the stars themselves, just to wonder how you would look ruined beneath; as you have been ruined under Wooyoung so many times now.
A loud bang from behind you startled you out of your thoughts, but as you glanced back at the door you thought it impossible to hear a noise from inside the office. No one should be in there, and you were right outside… Was it an intruder?
No, who could make it this far into the theater without being seen. With everyone running around backstage to ensure a perfect performance, a stranger would not have gone unnoticed and no one would dare to leave their post or make a mistake with it being such an important night. Not that you knew why. Some big guest or something? No one questioned Hongjoong’s orders.
So you tried to chalk it up to your imagination, at least until another, much louder crash could be heard. Like the desk was breaking in half. Which in itself was absurd, that desk was old and thick, not something flimsy from Ikea.
Hearing muffled voices had your feet moving finally, the door surprisingly unlocked as you peered in. It was thrown open the next second, drawing the attention of the two in the room.
The desk was indeed broken, Wooyoung laying in the debris with a smirk on his bloody lips and a hand on his throat. A hand that belonged to an inhuman version of the man of your dreams. Yeosang.
He was the vision of a dark angel, one in a fit of rage, with the black shadowy feathers spread out from his back in semblance of a wing, or half of one. His red lips pulled back to show perfectly white fangs, and eyes glowing unnaturally red when they snapped to your figure. The twist of his features from rage to shock was instantaneous, but his arm did not let up from choking the life out of the man beneath him.
If the shadowy wing had not instilled fear, the broken horn protruding through the red waves of Yeosang’s hair should have given way to just what he was. But no fear filled your bones for yourself, but fear for the man coughing up blood in his grasp.
“Wooyoung!” You rushed to his aid, attempting to push the demonic version of your once sweet lover away. No effort was needed as he willingly stepped back, leaving you to attend to the smaller man in the wooden debris. “Are you alri-” The words died in your throat when you noticed a claw wound on his bare chest, healing before your eyes. Meeting his gaze, you were met with the same red hue that had overtaken Yeosang’s own. “Oh.”
“No no, go back to being worried about me. I knew you cared.” Wooyoung teased as he sat up, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. “Come on Angel, I’m wounded, heal me with your sin?”
Heat ran up your neck as you pushed at his chest, momentarily forgetting the blood that now stained your hands. “You are insufferable.” You hissed as you stood up, fuming as he fell back with laughter, not from the force of your push.
Your name whispered behind you in an all too familiar voice had the rosy complexion of your cheeks draining its color. You turned, slowly, facing the man you had chased this far.
A new city, a new life, embracing things you had always thought you could never do for lack of confidence and morality. But embrace them you did, losing the self that Yeosang had known in the process.
“Why- why are you here? Did you not listen to me?” His voice trembled with emotion, resonating within you.
A fallen angel, that was what he reminded you of; and what you probably were to him now. Ruined in your pursuit of him.
And he knew it. He looked at you with a twisted expression of pain and guilt, as if he blamed himself for what you had become. He stumbled back when you took a step forward, your stomach falling through the floor metaphorically. What, were you no longer what he wanted? Had his love for you really been so shallow?
“Wow, that’s cold Sangie. After she came all this way for you, you’re acting like they’re diseased or some shit.” Wooyoung’s teasing lilt was heard just behind you, his breath on the back of your neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist and settled his chin on your shoulder. As if making a claim. As if rubbing it in that you were now Wooyoung’s, not his.
Anger burned in his eyes, pushing the obvious guilt aside even for a moment. “Shut your fucking mouth Wooyoung. I didn’t want them… ruined.”
It stung, those words. Ruined. Is that what you were now? Used goods. No longer worth his time?
Did you even know him at all then? If this was all it took for him to toss you aside? Your throat was tight with emotion as you tried to grapple with this information.
Wooyoung rolled his eyes, arms tightening around you and pressing you back against him. “But she came all this way. For answers. Are you saying that will ruin her?”
Right- it didn’t matter if Yeosang could love you again, you hadn’t come all this way just to beg for him to come back. You needed answers. Wooyoung’s reminder had you pulling on what little confidence you could muster, stepping out of the man’s arms with a look of determination.
“I don’t care if it ruins me. I need to know why you left.” Even if it was a bit obvious.. But at the same time, it wasn’t. So what if he was a demon? Would that be even more reason for him to have stayed with you? To corrupt you? Take your soul or whatever demons do? Not that your mind could process the demon aspect entirely, though you might have suspected things were definitely of the supernatural here.
“I told you.” Yeosang hissed out, taking another step back that had the back of his calves hitting the leather couch. His eyes flew to it, nostrils flaring and eyes brightening to that demonic–almost fiery–red and latching onto the other man behind you. “Wooyoung- what the fuck did you do?”
“What did I do? With what? Angel?” His hand was on the small of your back again; possessive and teasing.
Yeosang growled at the familiar pet name, hands clenched into fists that had the veins up his arms bulging out with his muscles. “Angel?”
Ignoring the fire that flickered in your core at the way he rasped it out heatedly, you pushed forward. “Answer me Yeosang. Why did you leave? Because you’re a demon? Is that it? Did you think I wouldn’t love you anymore if I knew?”
He quickly averted his eyes, keeping his glare fixated on Wooyoung. “Does it matter?”
“It does!” Your hands flew out to push him, watching as he fell back on the couch.
“Aw don’t be too upset Angel. I could answer that for you.” Wooyoung was quick to try and ease your growing frustration, kissing on your neck as he reached a gloved hand to cup your jaw. “See, Sangie here doesn’t like being a demon. He’s the only one of us that still fights his nature.”
Yeosang watched with a deepening scowl as Wooyoung tapped his finger to your lips, and silently you took it between your teeth and started pulling it off him out of habit. “Wooyoung- shut up.”
Wooyoung ignored his warning. “I can only assume he left to keep you from us. He thought he was being a hero by leaving you. Why would such a sweet, beautiful and angelic thing like you love a demon after all?”
“Woo-”
“I bet he left the moment he realized you would ruin yourself for him. A shame really, he should’ve just given in. Ruined you. He has no idea how adorable you look with cum on your face begging for more. How cute your sounds are when you are trying so hard to be quiet so the dozens of people around don’t know how greedily you ride my fingers. He doesn’t know that I could shine that couch from all the slick you’ve leaked on the leather. He do-”
“I SAID STOP!” The room vibrated from the power of those words, Yeosang surging up and pulling you with far too much force onto the couch instead while his fist–or claw– connected with Wooyoung’s jaw.
He went flying across the room while you struggled to pull your face out of the leather. If not for the couch, you would have gone through the wall.
There was a loud, yet deep chittering that filled the room as Yeosang had closed the distance between him and Wooyoung in a flash, the sound of tearing flesh and garbled laughter adding to the cacophony in the room.
You could barely make out the words spoken by Yeosang’s inhuman voice that twisted your stomach in knots. “She was mine. You dared to ruin her? To have her in ways I forbade even myself? Tainting her with sin and your foul seed? She is mine. My Angel. Not yours. I’ll fucking kill you.”
By the time you managed to fix yourself and look back over your shoulder, there was a decent amount of blood just thrown about. Wooyoung wasn’t even fighting back, in fact he looked absolutely elated. He was grinning so much his lips looked ready to split further to accommodate, as well as the bloody laughter that fell from said smile. Even if his chest was torn open you could see his ribcage poking through. Even though Yeosang had noticed that the man beneath him almost wanted this, held up to the wall by Yeosang’s crushing grip.
It was enough to give the demon pause. For his claw to stop ripping out his insides long enough the wound started to heal like the skin was stitching itself back together. He seemed unphased however, swooping up some of his own blood off the tip of a rip with his ungloved hand–the glove lying on the floor near you– and bringing the bloody fingers to Yeosang’s lips. He smeared it across his bottom lip, then up the side of his face until the two digits circled Yeosang’s red mark by his eye.
“I knew you would be even more beautiful like this. Finally giving in to your demonic side. Come on Sangie… don’t you want to know how delicious it feels to corrupt someone? To have them twist the way you want. To beg for it?” Wooyoung’s voice was soft and inviting, a sinful whisper that he’s no doubt used to convince many of what he wants. To convince them selling their soul was worth it.
The same tone he used when he offered to help you get answers.
Wooyoung definitely thrived at being a demon, knowing just what to say, what buttons to press to make you bend to his will. The way Yeosang shifted, the hesitance in his every movement as he dropped his hand from Wooyoung’s throat, was a testament to the demon’s charm and skill.
“Was this your plan? Did you… did you twist them just to see me snap?” Yeosang’s tone held less power than before but there was still an inhuman chittering at the end of each sentence. A power, you realized, that had goosebumps forming on your skin.
You still hadn’t moved. You were barely even breathing, afraid to interrupt the moment. Why that was your fear, and not of the two beings that could clearly rip you to shreds, evaded you. Hell, you were still bent over the couch, staring over your shoulder in shock as Wooyoung’s chest was nearly healed completely now.
Any sane person would run for it. Would be pleading for their life. And yet you were just… what? Waiting for them to stop fighting? For them to tell you what to do?
Perhaps you were unafraid due to Wooyoung’s complete and utter nonchalance at the situation. As if he had everything under control. And some part of you trusted him.
Ruined? Yeah, you already were.
“I did nothing she didn’t consent to. I just took advantage of a perfect opportunity when it presented itself. Sangie~ come oooon, let me show you how good it feels. You know there is no point in fighting it. I can tell you loved acting on your anger. Finally giving into sin. There’s another right there. Look at her, Sangie. Look.” Wooyoung jutted his chin in your direction, licking the blood off his own lips. “Did you ever fuck her? Do you know how heavenly she tastes?”
You shivered at his words, chastising yourself mentally for the heat that burned in your stomach in response. Yeosang had only once gone all the way with you. Just once. Months together, and it was more kisses and sweet moments of comfort. If things went further, it was because you initiated. You would ask him to touch you in places, ask to touch him.
There was a moment you had assumed he left because he felt pressured by you to go all the way. It was the morning after you two fought. That he had said he had what he wanted, that he used you, never loved you, and left. Gone from your life before you could even find a shirt.
With the way his gaze burned into you now, like a beast ready to devour the juiciest prey, it only confirmed your suspicions that he did want you. He did love you. He still did.
It snapped you out of whatever shock you had been in, shifting on the couch so your ass was in the air like an offering, reaching between your legs and rubbing your fingers over your clothed cunt as your expression shifted to one of sexual need. An expression you mastered for Wooyoung and the show. “Yeosang… baby… I wanted you to ruin me. I wanted you, at any price. Human, demon, devil- I don’t care. I wanted to know what went wrong for you to leave, because I never doubted you didn’t want me.”
The sight of the two of them, bloody and radiating demonic power, had desire burning in your body and lighting your nerves on fire, just solidifying how far you had fallen.
“Angel…” Fallen from his lips like the last chains holding him back, Yeosang was behind you in a second. For the first time since you walked into the room he seemed to really look at you, gaze raking over your body as his breath hitched. “I… I tried so hard not to give in. Tried to love you for all the good. And I did. Hell, I did so much. But from the first kiss, the first moan, I knew…” His hands, bloody and taunt, ran over the curve of your ass, hissing as if the touch pained him. “I knew I would love you in sin far more.”
Gone were the ruffled bottoms, torn to shreds in the blink of an eye as Yeosang’s head disappeared from your sight. He had only fallen to his knees, ripping the tights further to completely expose the skin of your ass and cuts from his nails in the process. Not that you cared, the pain just intensified the sudden pleasure from his mouth on your cunt.
Wooyoung was always so deliberate and teasing when he ate you out, but Yeosang was a man on a mission: to taste every crevice of your cunt and bring you to sweet ruin. He moaned at the taste, gripping your buttocks as he held them apart to feast. The mess of blood, cum, and your own juices all getting cleaned up by his tongue.
The other demon in the room had every intention of reminding Yeosang that was exactly what he was doing. Wooyoung walked over to you, stripping the leather jacket off his bare shoulders and ripping the remaining glove off with his teeth with much more force than you had pulled off the other. Both items joined the discarded glove on the floor as Wooyoung sat next to you with some oomph, a wicked grin aimed at the other. “You’ll have to give me a taste, I’m curious to know how my cum and blood mingle with her slick. Is it everything you hoped for Sangie?”
There was a growl against your folds as you were pushed forward, cheek now squished against the leather. “A-ah Wooyoung he’s- AH!” You cried out at the sudden slap to your wounded ass from Yeosang, gushing onto his tongue in response.
“Oh I don’t think he likes you calling for me right now, Angel. Not when he’s the one pleasing you. Fuck- you really are heaven sent, giving me what I wanted most.” He slipped a hand into your hair to undo it from its confines while the other worked opened his leather pants. “Do you have any idea how long I wanted to see this? Well, not this per say, but Yeosang succumbing to his sinful ways. His desire and lust the most. Even if I wish it was lust for me, I’ll take my wins where I can.”
You couldn’t bring yourself to be even an ounce upset over what Wooyoung admitted to. Using you to get to Yeosang. To push him to give into his desire. In fact, you were thankful. Because of Wooyoung’s game with you, your love was devouring you with such fervor that it was making your head spin.
In fact, you wanted to play along. “W-wooyoungie, do you want Sangie like that?” You took on the man’s nickname for the other, crying out as there was another slap that had your clit throbbing against the flat of Yeosang’s tongue. He was messy, you could feel his nose pressed into your hole like he couldn’t breath you in enough.
His wicked grin widened. “I love him, as much as a demon could love, so yes. I’m still dreaming of him licking your dried essence off my cock even.” Wooyoung said as he pulled out the cock in question, hard and veiny. You almost wanted to take it in your mouth, but that required moving and Yeosang’s own mouth felt too good to do so.
Wooyoung seemed to read your mind, using his hand in your hair to grip the strands and start moving you towards the goal. Halfway there, his hand was joined by Yeosang’s own, pulling your head back to arch your spine to a near uncomfortable angle, keeping you from doing such a thing.
The dark haired demon just laughed, red eyes full of burning excitement. “Oh he looks so fucking good feral, fighting for control over you. I love it.” He started stroking himself at a leisure pace, relaxed despite the rough position you found yourself in.
“Come. Come on my tongue Angel.” Yeosang’s sudden command against your folds had your legs tensing and you wondered if he knew how tight the coil in your stomach was- how close he had worked you to release already.
Who were you to deny his commands? You were just his feast for the moment, and you aimed to satisfy.
The groan he let out as your release hit his tongue was pure sin, adding to the static in your brain as much as his tightening grip on your scalp.
He didn’t let up until you were crying out from the overstimulation on your clit, his grip disappearing as you fell against the couch on weak knees. You were too busy trying to catch your breath to see where he went, no longer feeling him behind you, not even his breath.
Wooyoung wasn’t one to leave you hanging though, his hand back in your hair as if he was attempting to soothe you. He was never the type. “W-woo-”
“What did I say?” A slap to your cunt had you lurching forward with another cry, glancing back to see that Yeosang had pulled his cock, angry and red and thicker than Wooyoung’s. You wanted to salivate at the sight, having missed the opportunity to see it before. “Why do you keep calling for him? Didn’t you want me?”
He grabbed your forearm and yanked you up, just to push you back on the couch, back against Wooyoung’s bloody chest. “Is it because he got to ruin you? Corrupt you?”
“I did what you couldn’t.” Wooyoung’s smug reply brushed past your ear, his hands finding your sides. “You’ll find she is so greedy. Doesn’t like admitting it but she loves to be used as a toy. Don’t you Angel?”
Yeosang snarled in response, pushing you up further on Wooyoung’s chest as he ripped his own pants more before climbing on top of Wooyoung’s lap. This shocked the demon under you, you could feel his cock twitch under your ass at having Yeosang on him like this. He really did want Yeosang, and as much as you loved the demon above you, part of you wanted to give Wooyoung what he wanted. So you nodded, glancing up at Yeosang with a pleading pout. “I will admit it if Yeosang uses me. B-but maybe you should show him how I like it Wooyoung.”
A growl ripped through Yeosang again, and the way his nose scrunched up and he flashed his teeth had your cunt clenching down. Oh he looked feral, and it turned you on. Especially with the evidence of your climax still on his chin and glistening his nose. A vision.
Wooyoung was just as in awe as you were, neither of you finding a word to speak as he leaned in, gripping the leather couch hard enough to puncture holes right near Wooyoung’s head. “I don’t need him to show me how to fuck my woman.”
Oh you both trembled at that, Wooyoung perhaps more elated than you were to hear it. “Then why don’t you show me how it’s done?” He countered, grabbing the underside of your thighs and spreading your legs as he resigned himself to being a mattress for you to get plowed into.
Yeosang didn’t hesitate, lining himself up before he pushed in with enough force the couch rocked under you all. You could feel Wooyoung’s blood mingling with your hair and on the bare skin of your upper back, leaving traces behind with rough kisses on your neck. Yeosang ripped his head from the juncture under your ear as he started a relentless assault on your already abused cunt, the personification of feral lust and possessiveness as he stared down at Wooyoung with a look that could probably kill a human.
His thrusts felt like they could break your pelvis with the inhuman strength he put into his hips. Your brain forgetting completely how to do any task but keep your heart beating and feel the pleasure he was lighting your nerves on fire with.
He didn’t look at you until you started chanting his name, the hardened glare softening at the pleasure on your own features. Pride swelled in him, seeing you so thoroughly ruined on his cock, drawing his possessive need back enough to remember you are human.
Then his eyes dip to the constricting corset, and he forgets once more. He grabbed the top ruffled hem of the corset, and ripped it straight down. He didn’t care to undo it, enough of the fabric torn off that your breasts could bounce freely, irritating the fresh claw marks on the inner curves. Now it seemed he was determined to see how hard they could make them bounce, stealing your breath away.
Tears had long formed in your eyes from the sting of his hips on the claw marks on your ass, but with the new addition to the mounds on your chest, they were falling freely down your reddened cheeks. So lost in the pleasure and pain you couldn’t recall your climax approaching until it hit, ripping a garbled cry from you that had your back arching and head falling back onto the sofa.
Wooyoung whined right by your ear. “Does she look gorgeous like this?”
Yeosang pulled out quickly to stop himself from coming, not wanting to fill you up just yet. He took in the sight of you, now the one holding your legs open by the back of your knees, and watching as your pussy fluttered and twitched. “Yeah. Yeah she fucking is. Why… Why did you ruin her just to see me snap? Why is it so fucking important to you that I give in? You have San. The others fuck you so willingly if you just bend over. You could get anyone, why the fuck did it have to be me that you want?”
He seemed to give you a moment to catch your breath and remember where you are, but Yeosang never let his eyes leave your body. Even fixating one the tight rim under your used cunt, growling when one of Wooyoung’s bloody fingers began to probe at it.
“I told you. Because I love you. And I know you better than yourself.” Wooyoung sighed wistfully underneath you, pushing the finger in. “I made sure the others never questioned where you went. I kept an eye on your little Angel, watched how you loved her, was sweet on her, and I fought my own jealousy because it didn’t matter if it was for me or not- you were so fucking beautiful in love. But I knew. I knew if you just gave into your nature, you would be even more. I want nothing more than to see you in the greatest throes of pleasure, to worship every side of you. Even the sides of you that you don’t accept. That you don’t know are so fucking addicting to me.”
His finger went deeper as he talked, giving Yeosang pause. “And maybe I feel that about this human. Maybe I find you both to be the sweet taste of salvation. The forbidden fruit that ruins me and saves me in the same breath. If you don’t want me yet, that’s fine, but let me show you the heights of sin that she can reach and how euphoric she is when she reaches it.” He pushed in a second finger, his other hand now grabbing at your throat and ribbing the choker off. “Ruin her with me Sangie. I’ll beg.”
A moment of hesitation and thick tension filled the air. With Wooyoung’s hand on your throat and his fingers pumping into your tight rim, you could only look up at Yeosang. Whatever was on your face settled it for him and had him leaning in. “If you are wrong, if this disappoints me, I will rip off your head and use it as a cock sleeve until the reaper comes to collect what remains of the black soul you still have.” He growled out before crashing his lips to Wooyoung’s.
With your head right there, you most certainly did not expect this. Any protest you had died once your cunt was filled once more. A harsh thrust in, and a slow drag out, jumbling your mind enough that no thought had the chance to form.
Wooyoung’s moans against Yeosang’s lips had you clenching down on the latter’s cock, whining yourself as you almost felt left out. Wooyoung never kissed you, and Yeosang had yet to since your arrival. The demon beneath you chuckled at your expense, but he wouldn’t pull away, not that you expected him to. He finally got the attention, the touch, of his most desired.
As if just remembering you have hands, you reached up and tangled your fingers in Yeosang’s red hair, yanking him away and to your own lips. He happily obliged, sharing the blood he had gathered from Wooyoung’s and smearing it on your own. You felt Wooyoung’s hand tighten on your throat but paid it no mind.
Just as you had done though, Wooyoung turned your head and he was the one to kiss you. Finally, he kissed you.
His tongue pushed into your mouth and he swallowed up your moans as Yeosang’s hips slowed down but Wooyoung’s fingers became 3 in your tight hole, spreading you out. For a moment you got completely lost in the messy kiss, panting against his open mouth. Maybe Yeosang was greedy, pushing himself in with a mess of tongue and lips between the three of you for only a moment as you all realized it wasn’t exactly as easy to do as you desired.
So instead you found yourself speared onto two cocks, both holes filled simultaneously and to the hilt. You would be writhing if not for the hold they had on you, Yeosang straightening himself to admire how you looked gasping for air just from being filled.
“Oh… oh she does look so pretty fucked dumb.”
“See I told you!” Wooyoung beamed up at him, reaching between your legs to find your clit. “How many times do you think we can make her cum before us?” The tightness in his tone had you hoping that the number wasn’t going to be too high; you would like some sense and sanity by the time they were done with you.
On the other hand, losing all thoughts and being nothing more than their toy was just as tempting. And they were nothing if not temptation in living form.
“Well… you supposedly know her better.” Yeosang retorted through clenched teeth, struggling with how tight your fluttering walls were. It felt like they were practically touching inside you, and that just fueled thoughts of both of them in one hole, ruining you even further.
Both of them groaned, low and dragged out, Yeosang’s eyes rolling back momentarily. “Fuck- her thoughts are so loud I can’t keep them out. You hear that Sangie? She wants us in the same hole. I told you she was greedy.”
A whine vibrated in your throat at the realization they could hear your thoughts. Could they always have? Instead of being upset about it, you started thinking of even more sinful ideas. The many ways they could fuck you, fuck each other, and more.
Another growl reverberated through Yeosang as he started jackhammering his hips into yours. “Naughty Angel. So fucking greedy. Maybe if I had looked in your mind before, I would’ve realized how fucking perfect corruption like this looks on you.”
Wooyoung lifted his hips every time Yeosang pulled away, finding a rhythm that had your ass constantly impacted from their thrusts. You would not be surprised if your entire bottom ended up in red angry welts and sitting was a painful thing to do in the future. Or perhaps it would be a painful but beautiful reminder of how your lovers fucked you.
Your lovers.
You knew they heard that thought from the ferocity that suddenly took over their already harsh movements. You were unaware of your own cries and gasps, struggling to breath as Wooyoung squeezed your throat enough that the tips of his claws pinpricked your skin. The mess of blood, sweat, and cum continued to grow as they quickly had you coming around their cocks.
Not that Wooyoung let up on your clit. Not that they relaxed their grip as you started to practically scream your lungs out from the overstimulation, grabbing onto them where you could but they didn’t stop. Their names were jumbled syllables of cries.
“Do you want to stop?” The voice in your head belonged to one of them but you couldn’t place who, nor could you think about the strangeness of their voice in your head like a thought.
You were given an out. A sliver of tenderness in the onslaught of lust, blood, and possessive nature of situation. You hadn’t wanted to stop, now so even more.
“Fill me up.” You begged eternally just as you were brought to a mind-shattering precipice that blocked out your vision almost instantaneously. A pleasure that was of new heights for you, and drained you of everything you had.
Even if you weren’t aware of it, one after the other their own release began to fill you, pushed as deep as their cocks could manage but your spasming walls still pushed out much of their seed.
You were too fucked out to kiss, so they locked their lips together once more, riding out the high that you brought them too, that they wished to prolong as much as possible. Ignoring even the click of the door.
“Seriously?”
Yeosang pulled away despite Wooyoung’s whine, glancing over at the intruder to see Yunho standing there pinching his nose. The room reeked more of sin and sex and blood than the usual wilted roses that Wooyoung was so proud of. “Get lost Yunho.”
Yunho quickly held up his hands and backed up. “Don’t want to interrupt anyways but… well all non-humans in the building could hear the way you had her screaming. San’s pouting you know, and Hongjoong is pissed.”
“Ugh, of course he is, ruins all our fun.” Wooyoung huffed beneath you before slapping your cheek to bring you back down to your body. “Angel baby, are you alive there?”
You attempted to hum out a response but it came out more as a croak.
“Damn, I’m surprised she is. Looks like a bloodbath in here.” Yunho chuckled and leaned against the door, the chuckle turning into full on laughter when they pulled out and you whined in protest. “Maybe clean up before you got see Hongjoong. Otherwise he’ll literally devour her with her smelling and looking so thoroughly… ruined and wrecked. Man, now I see the appeal.”
“Fuck off Yunho!” Both of them yelled in response, Wooyoung’s arms tightening around your waist as Yeosang moved to block you from view.
“Okay okay, point taken, that’s your human.” Yunho quickly turned on his heels and left, laughter heard echoing down the hall until it faded in the distance.
More and more sanity returned to you, but so did the realization of the state of your body. “So… are you all demons then? Am I going to die now that I know you’re secret?” You mumbled through cracked lips, reaching up to wipe the tears from under your eyes but instead smeared more blood on your cheeks. What a visage the three of you must be, your clothes in tatters and covered in Wooyoung’s blood that had been on both of them and their hands, as well as your own. You didn’t want to think about how abused your holes looked, leaking blood and cum no doubt.
“No, but we will be. No human is supposed to know about us without his permission. He’s supposed to be the one to do the whole welcome to the team… and, well, you might lose your soul.” Wooyoung said that far too lightly.
And you accepted it as if he was not talking about eternal damnation. Perhaps the curtains closed on your life the moment you met Wooyoung. Or perhaps it had been long before that. Either way, this was your fate now.
Selling your soul to these two demons was probably the greatest decision you ever made.
SUMMARY: he sweet talked you onto your knees, and now you’re stuck in the sweetest hell on earth. part of you isn’t exactly enraged by your predicament.
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22:56 // THE CORK AND SCREW, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Sitting at the bar, your fingers drummed on the wooden bar top, the varnish long worn away in places, leaving the grain exposed and rough beneath your touch. Like most places of this nature, the surfaces were slightly sticky - whether from spilled liquor or something less identifiable, you didn’t care to know.
Usually you’d be disgusted, unwilling to linger in a place that smelled of stale beer and desperation, but tonight you’d make do. The lighting was mercifully dim, casting long shadows that softened the edges of the cracked leather barstools, the peeling wallpaper. Your dress was fairly flattering but muted, as you intended to disappear rather than stand out, blending into the gloom.
Flashy would be a mistake here. Flashy got you noticed.
The few patrons scattered throughout the room had the look of people who didn’t want to be seen. Shoulders hunched, eyes down, nursing their drinks as if they might find answers at the bottom of their pints. No one would ask questions here; no one would care who you were. And that was exactly the point.
As the secretary to the current President of the Republic of Korea, you shouldn’t be granting yourself such luxuries. Just being sighted in a place like this could tarnish your reputation, but you were at your wits end. The job was demanding as usual, your husband had become apathetic towards you, and the home felt empty with your kids locked in their rooms for half the day. It felt like your life had come to its eventual close, the conclusions drawn as you’re thrusted into irrelevance by all that you hold dear. You were long past your prime, so of course you could blend in easily.
All the people you poured your soul into didn’t give a fuck, so why should anyone else?
As you sighed, nursing your drink with a rub of your temple, you failed to notice the man approaching you. In fact, it was only when he tapped the bar top lightly to alert you of his presence that you saw him, startling slightly. He raised his hands as a sign of peace, a warm smile spreading across his handsome features.
Fuck, he was fucking ethereal.
Tanned skin and rippling muscle was barely contained by a tight black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to accentuate his build. Fitted dress pants and shined shoes completed the look, with a simple cross hanging from his necklace. His skin had this sort of glimmer to it, as did his eyes as he ran a hand through his slicked-back hair.
“May I ask why you’re here all alone, Miss?”
His hands fell, and his expression was one of genuine kindness. In response, you merely scoffed and took a sip of your drink before responding, already over being starstruck.
“You and I know damn well I don’t look like a Miss, boy. I don’t have any money, so if you’re looking for a cougar you’re mistaken.”
A heavenly chuckle left his lips, and you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered. He didn’t respond poorly to your blunt words, and instead slid himself onto the bar stool next to you, resting his head on his hand. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man. His lip twitched with the hint of a smirk, but he maintained his suave demeanour regardless.
“I’m sorry, I did not intend to offend you. I was just hoping that such a beautiful lady wasn’t waiting for a date in a shitty bar like this or something.”
You tried to ignore the heat rising on your face, shielding yourself with yet another sip of your drink and a turn of the head. The mysterious man gestured for the bartender to bring two more, and you caught yourself staring at how attractive his hands were. When the bartender set down the drinks, you finally replied.
“You’re a young, attractive boy. Why don’t you find a girl your age to play with?”
Finally releasing his smirk, the man grabbed your hand, thumb smoothing over the back of it before raising it.
“I don’t like playing around. I like refined, knowledgeable women…”
His lips brushed over your knuckles, looking you dead in the eyes as he mumbled onto your skin.
“Older, to cut to the chase.”
He had eventually managed to get a smile out of you, and you held his hand softly.
“And your plan was to come to a shitty bar to find your refined older woman? I don’t think you’re looking in the right places, boy.”
His hand tightened slightly around yours, and a fire blazed in his eyes. It resembled desire, but was intersecting with more darker emotions that danced in his glance.
“My name’s San. And I’m not a boy, i'm a man. If you’re doubting of that fact, I’ll happily show you.”
You raised an eyebrow at his indignant tone, but leaned in closer, intrigued by the man in front of you.
“Tell me San, did you have a present mother in your life? Was she a good one?”
He reciprocated, leaning in until your lips were inches from touching.
“I don’t have mommy issues, no. What I do have is a fucking hard on.”
He tilted his head in a way that resembled a cat, now so close that his lips brushed yours as he whispered.
“Wanna help me out, Mommy?”
You were passionately kissing him before you could recover your senses. Hands all over him, touching him like you couldn’t get enough. It was the truth, no amount of squeezes could do this man justice. In a haze, San’s arm wrapped around your waist as he nibbled on your lip for permission. You obliged, opening your mouth as his tongue dominated yours easily. His hands had now worked their way into your hair, holding you in place, teeth clashing in such a messy display of desire. He groaned into the kiss as you continued to grope his body, hands nearing a dangerous zone.
Just as you could feel yourself getting risqué, a slam was heard on the bar top. The two of you quickly broke away, only to see a disgruntled bartender clearing your glasses. You quickly wiped San’s spit from your face and reapplied your lipstick, the other taking the opportunity to catch his breath.
“Get a fucking room.”
Face burning with embarrassment, you quickly stood up and put a few notes on the bar top. Upon seeing a fairly generous tip, the bartender seemed satisfied. You quickly downed your final drink before grabbing San by the hand and pulling him out of the establishment. He seemed confused by the whole interaction, quickly coming to his senses and stopping as you pushed through the swing doors and was met with the cool night air. Looking you up and down, he bit his lip, watching you light a cigarette and take a shaky puff.
“Well, that was quick-”
You raised a hand before he could say anymore, still inhaling quick breaths. As your emotions began to stabilise, you turned to him, face businesslike and almost devoid of emotion.
“I’m gonna take you to a nice hotel, and I’m gonna pay for it. You’re gonna fuck me so good I can’t even remember my own name. I’ll then pay for our breakfast, we part ways, and we never speak again. Got it, boy?”
Stepping forward, San snatched the cigarette from your hand and took a long drag before throwing it to the floor and stamping it out. Before you could complain, his hands were on your body, and he was exhaling into your open mouth, mumbling into the embrace.
“You won’t even form a coherent sentence when I’m done with you.”
Pulling away, he blew the last of the cigarette smoke into the air, watching you intently for your reaction. He was almost convinced you’d short-circuited and gone catatonic, until you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down an alley.
“Woah, what are we-“
“I’m not telling you my name, boy. All you need to know is mommy’s gonna treat you real good now and when we get to the hotel.”
He had no time to argue as you began to messily fumble with his belt buckle, fingers clumsy as the alcohol had begun to take effect. You eventually prised the clasp, impatiently pulling the belt apart and unbuttoning his pants. Your hand dipped inside the flimsy material, fondling his cock through his boxers.
It only took this for him to already be resting his head on your shoulder, muffling moans into the fabric of your dress. He pressed sloppy kisses to the material, tonguing it and trying to maneuver around it to access your neck. With your free hand, you grabbed him by the hair, pulling him back slightly.
“Watch yourself.”
He nodded, eyes already teary from pleasure. Anxious to see more, you hiked your dress, giving a quick glance around before dropping to your knees and tugging his dress pants to his thighs. Soon the boxers had joined, and his leaking red cock shamefully bounced up, irritated and erect. Smirking, you ran a finger along a prominent vein.
“My my, what a big surprise you were hiding from me, Sannie.”
As soon as the nickname rolled off your lips, San groaned quietly. Chuckling, you grasped his cock with one hand, nose trailing along the underside of his cock, the contact teasing and light. You relished in the way his body shook, sensitive to your touch.
He was nothing like your husband. Fuck, you couldn’t even remember what that bastard was like in bed.
“Please, Mommy. I’ll be a good boy, I promise. I’ll be so fuckin’ good for you, just please suck me off.”
Gazing up at him, you took in the breathtaking view of him hunched over, expression strained as he continued to leak precum onto your cheek. Your hand slowly began to pump him, and he had to steady himself on the wall for support.
“Well, how could I say no to such a polite young man?”
He gasped quietly when your lips wrapped around his head, one of San’s hands quickly covering his mouth as the other weaved through your hair. In no way did he push or pull at it, simply resting it there in case he needed something to grip. Hence why you took him in slowly, eager to feel him squirm under your grasp. To make sure he couldn’t escape, you pinned his hips to the wall, inhaling through your nose as it finally came into contact with his pubic bone. San was already gasping and panting through his hand, so you paid him no mind, pulling back mostly and taking him again.
“M-mommy-!”
Pulling off immediately, you glared up at San as he whined, body still shaking.
“You need to keep quiet boy, or someone’s gonna find us.”
Eyes beginning to water, San nodded helplessly. It made your glare soften, sighing quietly.
“Just be a good boy for Mommy, okay? You were doing so well, Sannie.”
A new resolve overtook his expression when you gave him a comforting smile before placing a tender kiss to his balls. He jumped at the feeling, but kept his hands firmly over his mouth, the back of his head smacking into the brick wall behind him. Then, you were taking him deep once more, his pubic hair tickling your face.
San gazed down in awe, eyes hazy with pleasure as your tongue roughly ran along the underside of his cock. You paid no mind to his fingers tightening in your hair, the man now having a firm grasp on your locks. In all honesty, you hadn’t felt the weight of a cock in your mouth for years, so you were already well and truly cockdrunk. It didn’t help that he was bigger than anything you had ever experienced, nor the fact that San was simply jaw dropping… and pantie-dropping. And leg-opening.
“F-fuck…”
You gulped down his breathy moan greedily, lavishing in the way he shook underneath you. When your nails began to dig into his hips, you felt him resist the urge to thrust forward into your warm mouth, and you smiled at the thought. As you resisted the urge to gag on his cock, it suddenly became extremely apparent that you did have a gag reflex, you simply had not met your match before San. There was no two ways about it; San had ruined you for any other man before he’d even stuffed his cock in your pussy.
Growing impatient, San pulled slightly on your hair. While you had intended to take control over the young man, that one tug had you mewling around his cock, saliva dripping from your stretched lips. You looked up, teary-eyed and mascara running, to see San smirking down at you with an almost sinister intent. Your body shivered, yet he gave you no time to question his expression, thrusting sharply into your mouth. It was rough, and had you gasping for breath, knocking the wind straight out of you.
“Shit, you’re such a fucking slut. Is your pussy even tight anymore, or are you too run through?”
He had settled into a fast pace now, his hips colliding with your chin as he forced himself down your throat. You hated it, and hated yourself even more for fucking loving it. Gone was the nice young gentleman who had entranced you - now you were simply at the whims of a monster.
“Still a whore even at your age, how disgusting.”
His breath was ragged, and he hissed when your nails dug into his bare thighs. Spit dripped from your abused mouth, coating his cock in cheap lipstick and drool. Your scalp burned with how hard San was pulling you up and down to meet his thrusts, and you swore your jaw would soon fall clean off if he continued.
“Shit, you’re gonna take it all. You’re gonna swallow all my cum like a good little cockwhore, yeah? Every single fucking drop.”
Nodding, you braced yourself for it, still struggling to simply breathe with how rough he was being. But then, he faltered, and you knew what was coming.
Warm cum flooded into your mouth and down your throat, and you tried to swallow it all with difficulty. San eventually gave you some reprieve, tugging you off his cock and watching with twisted pleasure as you sputtered cum down yourself, coating the front of your dress with his seed. Tears streamed, yet your mind was alight with pleasure as San tugged his pants back up with one hand.
“Say cheese, Mrs Y/N.”
Eyes widening with shock, you had no time to react as the flash of his phone lit up your soiled face. A flurry of questions flooded your brain: who was he? How did he know your name? What did he want with you? Why was he doing this? Before you spiralled however, it became suddenly apparent that you were in grave danger.
Just as you opened your mouth to scream, the tip of a knife prodded the side of your nape. If it broke skin, San would be cutting into a major artery. You knew that, and so did he as he leant in with a gut-wrenching grin, shushing you quietly as you began to cry.
“Ah ah ah, don’t be too loud now. Wouldn’t want anyone finding us like this, right?”
Quaking with fear, you struggled to shake your head, tears steadily flowing as you looked up at your captor, lips pursed to quieten yourself. He pressed a few buttons on his phone before turning the screen towards you, allowing you to see the photo he had taken of you. It was extremely incriminating, and would ruin your reputation if ever seen. Just the sight of it made you cry harder, hugging his legs unashamedly.
“Please, I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t post that, I-I have kids! You can’t! Please, San!”
Burying your face in his legs, you shook as San shushed you quietly, tucking his phone away and running his now-free hand through your hair. It was surprisingly comforting, and you relaxed into the touch of the man that could ruin your life with the press of a button.
“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Y/N. You’re gonna be a good girl and get in the car, yeah? We’ll get you all cleaned up, and then you can go home to your family.”
Looking up at him, eyes still watering, your voice trembled as you spoke, tone weak and broken as headlights flashed further down the alley.
“What do you want from me?”
Knife still in hand, San cupped you by the cheeks and forced his tongue into your mouth, hungrily licking each and every corner of it. His fingertips dug into the back of your neck, forcefully holding your neck in place. You moaned but didn’t reciprocate as he violated you further, delighting in the way you didn’t fight back. Eventually, he pulled away and held you tenderly by the chin, turning your face to press a kiss to your cum-stained cheek.
“Everything, darling. But don’t worry for now, I’ll be back soon. You’re gonna go back to your husband, and you’re not gonna say a word. Are we clear?”
As he spoke San helped you to your feet, pulling the skirt of your dress down and smoothing it out a little. You leant on him, shaking and light-headed as he guided you to the blacked-out SUV.
“Yes, San.”
Smirking, San gave your ass a squeeze, the action more a reminder of his control over you than demeaning.
“Good girl.”
23:29 // THE BYUN RESIDENCE, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA
Sitting at your desk, you sighed as you went over the document that needed to be finalised before midnight. Baekhyun and the kids were already in their retrospective rooms, leaving you to deal with the solitude alone. It had been years since you and your husband had shared a bed anyways, so you wouldn’t be missed.
Your eyes burned, your fingers were seconds from cramping, and the words swirled across the screen nonsensically. When you were finally done with the document, you emailed it off to those who set such unreasonable deadlines, and turned off your computer. Before you could stand, however, a gloved hand rested on your shoulder. You knew it wasn’t your husband’s even before the leather-clad fingertips turned your chin gently.
“Hey darling, you miss me?”
Your blood ran cold as you recognised the dulce undertones of the intruder, and you resisted the urge to scream as his free hand clamped down on your other shoulder. San’s outfit was less seductive than when you’d first encountered him three months ago, yet the sight of his well-defined muscles through the material of his shirt still made your mind hazy.
He had lulled you into a false sense of security, the fear of him returning dulling after months of no contact. While you had never fully forgotten the encounter (the feeling of his cock down your throat was too impactful to fade into the abyss) you had grown comfortable and complacent.
A grave mistake on your behalf.
“What do you want, San?”
Giving your shoulders a soft squeeze, San leant in and lewdly licked at your lobe, pushing the wet muscle into your ear with a smirk. You simply sat there, trying not to squirm uncomfortably as he touched you as he pleased. Pulling away, he hummed quietly before pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear, murmuring softly to you.
“The president’s itinerary for the next two months, and that document you were working on.”
“What? San I-”
Before you could even argue, San had his hand loosely around your throat, the threat of him squeezing tighter enough to quell any resistance. While you knew you should be scared, and trust me you were definitely scared shitless, you couldn’t help the way your pussy twitched in anticipation. As embarrassing as it was, you were already wetter than the Atlantic Ocean.
“I didn’t ask you a question, so there’s no need to answer. Just be a good girl and listen to me Y/N, hm?”
The irony of a younger man talking to you so patronisingly was not lost on you, but regardless it had an unusual effect. You bit your lip and nodded, fighting the urge to whimper when his thumb stroked your neck softly. San noticed your demeanor however, and smirked.
“Print it out, and I might just give you a little treat.”
You were quick to press print, sending it to your home printer and watching with bated breath as San stalked over and retrieved it. He gave them a glance over before nodding and folding them, slipping it into his back pocket. Then, he turned to you with a grin and swiped half your desk’s contents off the edge of the table. Licking his lips, San raised an eyebrow, looking at you expectantly as you gazed at the disarray in shock.
“What, something wrong? Hurry up and bend over.”
As soon as he began to unbuckle his belt, you finally clicked back to reality, standing up shakily. You gulped, eyes trained on San as he paced behind you. He gave you a sigh of mock-exasperation, grabbing you by the hips and pushing your ass straight onto his boner. The air felt thick as you struggled to breathe it in, one of his hands freely kneading your chest before tracing its way up to your shoulder. San was rasping onto your neck, breathing slightly elevated in anticipation. It was clear he was enjoying this.
“Ugh, you want me to do all the work? That’s real mean, Y/N.”
Regardless of his complaining, it didn’t take long for him to press on your shoulder, pushing you down to the wooden surface of your desk. His touch was surprisingly gentle, trailing slowly down your back before crawling inside your shirt. Cold fingertips met your warm skin, and you gasped quietly. You could practically smell the shit-eating grin on San’s face, hesitating for a second before drawing lazy patterns on your back.
“S-San-”
“Shh baby, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need, yeah?”
His other hand left your waist, grabbing the end of your skirt and flipping it up. Greedy hands melded the soft globes of your asscheeks, before an impatient finger ripped a hole in your pantyhose.
“What a wet little cunt you have, Mrs. Y/N. I think our arrangement will be quite… enjoyable for all involved.”
San had you and the desk rocking for the majority of that night, using you thoroughly before sending you off to bed, clambering out the window whilst you clambered into bed dripping with his cum.
It was clear he had no intent of letting you go any time soon, but you weren’t exactly adverse to that prospect.
i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
Yunho doesn't make it a habit to get to know the neighbours all that well. Sure, he helps the next-door grandmother bring in her groceries, and he even spent two hours helping the single dad at the end of the street install his wifi, routers, and extensions and all for free because he couldn't afford the professional installation fee. But it was always surface level and always on a desperate-need basis, aka on a mission.
But he couldn't say anything when Seonghwa already looked so nervous to welcome the new neighbour, which made no sense since they already somewhat knew the two people living there. Still, Yunho kept his mouth shut because he loves Seonghwa, and he didn't want to be a jerk.
Seonghwa, Yunho, and San walked over to the next-door neighbour's door with a container of homemade muffins Seonghwa, Mingi, and Wooyoung had prepared earlier. Though nervous (for absolutely no reason at all), Seonghwa braced himself and confidently gave three knocks on the front door.
There were sounds of feet shuffling, then there was nothing, just silence after the footsteps ended right at the door. The three men were confused; they even thought they had misheard and there was no one at home. They all looked at each other confusedly, not knowing what to do.
"Should we knock again?" San asked, unsure of what to do at that point. "Should we? I don't wanna sound... Persistent," Seonghwa said, glancing at the door worriedly. "Let's just wait a bit, maybe the new neighbour's... Wearing pants on?" Yunho added, not knowing what else to say only to get hit on the arm by San and had Seonghwa rolling his eyes at him.
Luckily, the door soon opened with a small crack, and you came out standing in between the gaps, not fully coming out but also still being completely visible to the three. "Can I help you?" you asked warily, eyeing the three tall men standing at your front door at a random hour.
Seonghwa smiled, and he crouched slightly, trying to be eye-level as he noticed your hesitance. He didn't realize it then, but it was a habit he picked up after getting Nonnie and seeing so many timid dogs. "Hi, we live next door, and one of our roommates saw you move in yesterday so we want to welcome you in the neighborhood!" he said gently before pushing the container of homemade muffin to you, "We made this for you and you can share with your roommates."
You eyed the guy talking to you, and then your gaze shifted down to the food before it went back up to him. "How did you know I have roommates living here with me?"
Your question took the three of them slightly aback since they expected you to thank them, accept the food, make small talk, and also empty promises of inviting them in for lunch or dinner once you settled in, not questions that made it seem like you were suspicious of them. Thinking that it was just an oddly framed question, San stepped forward and chuckled slightly, "W-we're somewhat in the know-each other basis with you roommates, so hearing that you moved in with them, we just want to say hi. So... Hi!"
They seemed nice to you, well, the two who had been talking, the tallest of the three was just standing in the back, staring at you, and that gave you the creeps. He didn't help make you feel better about being welcomed and based on your past experience, people don't just come with food without an agenda. They always wanted something in return if you accepted their food and you'd be stuck because if you rejected their request, they will hang their nice gestures over you as long as they want to. That always happened in the past and although you were fully aware that you were now living somewhere new with people you don't know, you couldn't help but be wary. Besides, is it really neighbourly gestures? You had been there for a couple of days and no one else had 'welcome' you. Not that you expected it, it wasn't suburbia, it wasn't small town America where you make nice with neighbours. So you couldn't help but feel suspicious of the whole interaction.
"Thanks for the welcome, but I don't take random food," you hastily said as you tried to pull your door close but Seonghwa stopped you by leaning forward, "Oh no, do you have food allergies? I promise we avoided any allergens just in case so I can assure you these muffins are more than safe for you to consume!" You couldn't help but look down at the food once again and seeing this, San spoke up, "Really, you should take it and just... Try," he smiled. Although it was kind and well-meaning, you only saw that they were being persistent, pushing you to not just accept, but to actually eat the food and alarm bells started blaring in your head. Immediately, you shook your head at them, "No, no, no, it's okay, I'm okay, I'm fine without the food. You can just take it with you and enjoy it for yourselves, I don't take food from strangers."
Seonghwa and San's faces fell, and this ticked Yunho off as he finally spoke up after only standing at the back, watching the whole thing. "Why are you being so rude? We're just trying to be nice here and welcome you and offer you some food," He blurted out. Seonghwa snapped his head to Yunho, wanting to stop him, but Yunho beat him to saying anything, "You're barely standing out of your house, and you've been actively repelling our nice gesture- THEIR nice gesture, which is rude because they were so happy to have you here. Come o, it's not like we're trying to poison you."
You realized that the guy probably meant something along the lines of being glad to have a new neighbour, but your brain recognized it as him saying, confessing, that they expected you to be there, and it was freaking you out. Plus, the part about poisoning you was the perfect cherry on top of your anxiety cake. Still, you didn't want to reveal your entire thought process or feelings, so you did what you thought you needed to do. You need to push them away.
"Well, since you called me rude after coming here uninvited, I think that says it all, doesn't it?" Your eyes then shift to Seonghwa and San, and you give them the smallest tight-lipped smile you could muster without biting your bottom lip off, "I appreciate your VERY NICE gesture, as your friend had repeatedly said, but I'm going to have to decline. Thanks." And with that, you closed the door in their faces and just to give even more of a point, you locked the door loudly before walking away quickly to calm your racing heart. The interaction took a big toll out of you and you could only wish that you wouldn't experience anxiety over simple social interaction with unexpected guests in the future.
Meanwhile, Seonghwa, Yunho, and San were still standing in front of your door, dumbfounded and slightly in disbelief towards the whole interaction, thinking, 'did that just happen?'
"So... I guess... We just..." San trailed off, still looking at the door. "We bring the muffins back with us," Seonghwa said, clearing his throat before he stepped off your front door and started walking away with San trailing off behind him. He looked like he was fine, but Yunho knew better. Yunho knew that Seonghwa was feeling absolutely humiliated, not just because you rejected his nice gesture, but because he had been told by multiple people what a stupid idea it was to 'welcome the neighbour', including by Yunho himself just the night before.
Looking at your door one final time, Yunho kept repeating the way you dismissed Seonghwa, how you weren't even considerate enough to not hide behind the door, and the way you couldn't fake being polite by accepting the food and dealing with them later in private instead of doing what you did. Yunho replayed the way you just slammed the door in their faces, and it rubs him the wrong way.
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i, in my head, have known one. yet with its thump thump thump, my heart said another. how is it that when i am but i, exist a dichotomy that splits? was myself not enough? was myself not complete?
♱Submission for the Hot Like Hell from @lapydiaries, prompt chosen: "Tell me it meant nothing. Look me in the eyes and say I burned for nothing."
♱Pairing: Vampire Hunter Priest! Park Seonghwa x Vampire! Reader (f)
♱Genre: smut, angst
♱Au: supernatural, vampire, vampire hunter
♱Trope: enemies to lovers
♱Word Count: 10,811
♱Warnings: vampire powers (speed, strength, floating) Seonghwa has special powers of seduction, religious elements, choking, vampire deaths including ashes, use of holy water as a weapon, blood, biting for the purpose of drinking blood, tasting your own blood, mass murder, cutting by knife, faint descriptions of ripping apart someone, crosses cause burning, derogatory spitting, manual decapitation, burning turned maiming, HEART ACHE
♱Kinks: dom! seonghwa, sub! reader, blood kink, pain kink (biting, burning), nipple play, clit play, outer job, unprotected sex (they're vampires is it truly required?), long tongue hwa strikes again, scratching, grinding, begging, cervix kiss
♱Summary: in a world where it is vampires versus humans, a devilishly handsome priest hunts his prey. And so begins the cat and mouse game between you two that spans the centuries. A bond forms that cannot be broken--despite all the world can throw at you. But will you deny its existence or will Seonghwa burn for you to make it true?
♱Author's Note: fuck you, park seonghwa. Also, I love you, Isa @mingsolo. I hope this is exactly what you were expecting when you had the seed for your idea for this event <3 (i figured it wouldn't be a good representation of your event if i didn't suffer 😃)
♱Credits to @anitalenia for the divider
“Master…” One of the lesser vampires of your kiss continued to side eye the direction she came from.
“What is it?” You wondered.
You lounged with your current snack, who draped quite nicely over your lap. You dragged your nails through his hair in a soothing motion.
“There’s a…priest here.”
Your crimson irises narrowed on the vampire speaking. “Excuse you?”
The vampire straightened her spine. You despised when your vampire creations shrunk in on themselves. You knew you were intimidating but they were vampires. They should be above fear. “He says he’s here to see you.”
“When did humans become so insolent?” You said to thin air.
You stood up from your chaise lounge, causing your snack to blink up blearily at you. “The Vatican protects them now,” he answered your question.
Your hands gripped the human’s neck and held him off of his feet. Even though technically he was bigger than you in muscles in stature, you were a vampire. You had impossible strength and you could float to some degree.
“That was a rhetorical question, pet,” You snarled quietly.
You watched with unfeeling eyes as he clawed at your hands, desperate for the air he so required to live. His eyes began to become bloodshot with the lack of oxygen. Or was that because you were crushing his windpipe? Human anatomy wasn’t your strong suit.
“Madam, if I may intrude, my matters are quite urgent.”
You paused in your study of the human that was about to no longer be your snack and found the owner of the melodic voice that dared interrupt your fun.
“You have not been granted permission to enter yet, priest,” You intoned.
“Well, you see, it’s only vampires that require--”
You tilted your head and tossed the human in your grip to the ground. He gasped, eager to inhale, coughing when the rush hurt his throat.
“You dare make jokes to my face?”
The priest didn’t meet your eyes, looking only at the human at your feet. He had a faint amused expression. “No, madam, simply stating the obvious. I would never insult you. I am pressed for time, however.”
You waved your hand at the priest. “As are all your kind.
Sister, take this snack away. Fetch me a new one for later. He’s bruised. You know I like my food pristine.”
The human whom you had supped on wailed as he was taken away. They always thought they were worth more than you thought of them.
“Do you know who I am?” The priest wondered.
You arranged your skirts as you made yourself comfortable on your chaise lounge once again.
“I do not bother with remembering human names, Priest,” You dismissed his words. “They don't stick around for long.”
The Priest stood at attention, hands folded supplicant in front of his body. “Then perhaps I should introduce myself. I go by the name of Seonghwa.”
Your kiss gasped and hissed at the name of the legend himself. The vampire hunter who had eliminated some of the strongest of vampires, in the name of the Vatican. Everyone knew who Seonghwa was.
You held your hand out in front of you, examining your nails. You frowned, finding one chipped when you had been strangling your fair snack.
“And your pressing matters?”
Seonghwa looked around as if he didn't know how to proceed. Presumably, he had expected you to quiver at the sound of his name. But like you had said before: no vampire should ever feel fear.
“I…well, if I may be frank with you, madam, I am here to kill you.”
“No you're not,” you dismissed him once again.
That faint amused expression was back but this time it appeared a bit strained. “And why would you say that?”
“Because if you were here to kill me, you would have done it by now, instead of announcing it. Now, I may have all the time in the world but I do not enjoy wasting it.”
You stared directly at the priest, who made sure to avoid eye contact. Smart boy. “You know the names of the ones I have killed?”
“Yes. Mammon. Lizzy. Azog the Defiler. I know them.”
Seonghwa frowned, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Then why are you not worried?”
“I'm not one of them.”
“They call you Agrippina. You have killed--”
You yawned and covered your mouth delicately. “Oh, I know what they say. But it is not me. There have been many Agrippina's. I know we're immortal but 3000 years is still rare for us. Most go mad by then.”
“I…” Seonghwa pulled at both strings of his scarf. “Well. This isn't exactly how I planned this.”
“Tell everyone far and wide that Agrippina is dead. Tell them--” You pointed a finger at a vampire sister you weren't particularly fond of. “What's your name?”
“Iris.”
“Tell them Seonghwa killed me and Iris took my place.”
“Master?”
“Well, you'll have to die, of course, Iris.”
Seonghwa, without further prompting, shot at Iris. The holy water-blessed bullet hit her heart and she burst into ashes.
“Impressive. Gratuitously extravagant, but impressive nonetheless,” You clapped softly. “Come, we have matters to speak of clearly.”
“Madam…”
“Come or don't, either way, you've got what you came for. I don't care.” You walked down a hallway towards your suite of rooms.
Apparently judging that he would gain more by following you, the priest jogged after you. Once inside your rooms, you commanded him to close the doors behind you and then you took court with just you and the legendary vampire hunter.
“You are not what I expected,” Seonghwa mused, sitting across from you on a settee, crossing his legs.
“I'm not exactly sure what you were expecting but entering a vampire's lair as if it were a social call could not have actually been your plan?” You said, beyond perplexed.
Seonghwa smirked, pulling up one corner of his lip. “Actually it was.”
You laughed, surprised for once. “Do tell me how that was going to go.”
“Well, you see, first I was going to earn your trust by revealing to you that Iris, the vampire you clearly despised, was actually working with the Vatican for amnesty. I would have killed her for you, and then you would have invited me here, for further conversation,” Seonghwa said confidently.
“Clever,” You laughed under your breath. “And then what happens?”
Seonghwa leaned forward as if he was sharing a precious secret with you. You couldn't help but get lured into the dramatics of it. You were a very bored immortal. “I hear you do enjoy your mortal lovers. What better repayment for your hospitality than by offering myself to you for a night.”
You raised an eyebrow at him. “I don’t think I’ve had a priest before. What then?”
“Then I would bite you during the peak of your climax, when you’re the most distracted.”
You belly laughed, tumbling backwards into your chair in amusement. “A human? Bite a vampire? Now that’s a new one.”
Seonghwa’s smile, that had been crooked and should have raised a warning in your gut, grew into a full gleeful one, but it did not reach his eyes. That’s when you noticed his irises were silver. “I never said I was a human.”
Your eyes widened. “You’re one of them, aren’t you? The legendary vampires that bite other vampires? It’s not a myth?”
Seonghwa shook his head, his hair fanning around him. “I’m afraid not.”
“What then, Seonghwa?” You were addicted to this story.
“Then I would have bled you dry and most likely wiped out your entire kiss.”
You clapped. “Bravo! Another name on your list to add, it’s an honor, oh legendary Vampire Hunter.”
“What now?” Seonghwa wondered.
“What now indeed,” You agreed, steppling your fingers and thinking. “Presumably you still need to wipe out my kiss to consider this a successful mission?”
“Correct,” Seonghwa confirmed.
You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth in annoyance. “Pity.”
Seonghwa cocked his head curiously. “For your kiss or me?”
You waved your hand at him. “Oh, I have no doubts you can kill me. My predecessor warned me about your kind. But I do not fear the final death. I’ve outlived both my husband and my son. Not that they were human, mind you, I killed them myself, but I digress. I’ve lived a life worth living. A pity to my kiss because they did have potential to be my best creations yet.”
“You don’t beg to be spared?” Seonghwa asked.
“I will not degrade myself for an outcome that cannot be changed. Do what you will, Master Vampire. I am simply happy for the boredom to be staved off for a moment longer.”
Seonghwa looked perplexed. “You are indeed a perplexing creature.”
“Says the vampire that bites others,” You retorted in amusement.
Seonghwa studied you, no longer keeping up the pretense that he had to avoid your gaze any longer as a human. “You didn’t exactly sell yourself by the way you treated that human.”
You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure you’re very polite when you suck other vampires dry, Seonghwa.”
“Yes, but I’m simply eliminated one when you kill the many,” He retorted.
“I’m more of a catch and release girl myself,” You explained. “The only ones I turn are the ones that beg for it.”
“So you’re a good vampire,” Seonghwa said flatly.
You smirked. “Only in the right circumstances.”
“You can’t kill her! I love her!” Your discarded snack rushed into your room with an ornamental knife and went straight for Seonghwa’s neck.
The priest’s eyes glowed dangerously and he rose into the air. Where you glided, he actually flew. His hair turned silver with it, his various crosses floating along with his scarf. He looked like an otherworldly being, and that was saying something coming from you. “I guess the massacre will occur sooner rather than later.”
Some of your other vampire creations entered your room as well, looking to overpower and overcome Seonghwa, unaware that he was actually a vampire, and a special one at that. You didn’t remain to see how that panned out, regardless of your interest in how entertaining that would be. You were curious as to what exactly Seonghwa's powers were but not so curious to not take the opportunity to sneak out the back door of your room, hidden behind your dressing screen.
The tunnels dug led to a natural reservoir where a boat waited for you. It was a leisure boat with a canopied resting spot in the back. You could steer from the back if need be but originally when you had orchestrated this getaway, you had planned to leave with some of your kiss. This was going to be interesting maneuvering by yourself.
You had just finished untying the rope that held the boat at the dock when you heard a shout. You didn't really expect the other vampires to overcome Seonghwa but you figured it would give you enough time to flee.
“You aren't going anywhere!” Seonghwa bellowed.
“Are you that enamored with me already that you'd like to take a boat holiday with me?” You teased.
“Your entire kiss is gone,” Seonghwa seethed. His leather outfit positively dripped with blood.
“You did say you planned on doing so,” You pointed out.
“I should rip your head off for that trick you pulled back there,” Seonghwa hissed.
You shrugged. “I didn’t tell them to come for you, Seonghwa. And you threatened my life. Why would I stick around?”
Seonghwa’s eyes remained on you as he breathed heavily. The silence was impregnated.
“If you're going to rip my head off, you might as well get it over with, or stop with your meaningless threats,” You said in a bored tone. “I have to find a new safe haven before the sun comes up for another day.”
Seonghwa took measured steps towards you until he was a footstep away from you. “I think I'll be taking that drink of you now.”
“What happened to your plan of fucking me while biting me? That sounded infinitely more entertaining.”
“Our bites are traceable. I'll be able to find you if the need ever arises,” Seonghwa said instead, ignoring your suggestion.
“Are you truly not going to kill me? To finish your order? Whatever will you tell your higher ups?”
His lips twitched a fraction. “Agrippina and her kiss are dead, are they not?”
You sighed. “I suppose they are.”
“Now, come to me,” Seonghwa beckoned you with a hand.
“Be gentle, it's my first time,” You mock-whimpered as you extended your neck to give Seonghwa access.
Seonghwa loomed over your neck and grumbled. “Don’t make me regret not killing you.” And sank his double set of fangs into your neck.
The pinprick from the top and bottom fangs felt exquisite and you almost said that perhaps you might prefer it before Seonghwa growled low in the back of his throat, warning you off of all tomfoolery until his task was complete. You acquiesced, listening as he took a swallow of your blood and then he released you.
“Is that all you require?” You wondered, pulling a handkerchief from your sleeves and dabbing it at your neck. The wound would heal but you still had to wipe away the blood.
Seonghwa wiped his lips with the back of his hand. “If I have a need for you, you will come when I call.”
You rolled your eyes. “I thought you said this was so you could keep an eye on me? I’m at your beck and call now?”
Seonghwa narrowed his eyes at you. “That’s my assurance that you will not be my mistake.”
“How flattering,” You muttered.
After tucking your sullied handkerchief back into your sleeves, you grabbed your skirts and hopped onto your getaway boat. “I hope to see you never then. Au revoir!”
A few hundred years later, a couple of hundred kilometers in traveling, and more turning than you’ve done in most of your lifetime, you had another kiss set up. The remote location in the mountains suited you wonderfully. You could hold court, go out hunting when it called for it, and run up the superstition of the locals. You did prefer to make them fear you; that kept you far from prying eyes.
Or perhaps from a certain vampire hunter’s ear.
You prepared for your deep slumber one approaching dawn. You sat at a vanity, avoiding your coffin because of a member of your kiss who had taken one night of boredom as a hint that they were more than a simple distraction. You played with the teeth of your comb, not even truly hearing the clacking of your nail against the whale bone.
That’s when you heard it. Or rather did you feel it? Every time you turned, it was as if you were missing a shout of your name. Then you felt an urge to get up and follow a purpose that was not your own.
You gasped and slapped a hand on your neck where the four marks that Seonghwa had set there tingled.
“You bastard,” You sneered under your breath.
“Master?” The tousled-haired youth in your coffin sat up. He scratched his chest absent-mindedly.
“Do not follow me. And while we’re at it, go to your own coffin. I don’t want to see you here when I get back.”
With a flutter of your dressing gown, you travelled down the spiraling staircase of your tower. The castle that you had acquired for your own safe haven wasn’t exactly what most vampires would go for, but there's nothing a good tapestry and thick wooden boards couldn't fix.
You didn’t know where you were going but you did know when you went the wrong way. Another faint missed shout sensation would turn your head and suddenly you’d change direction and travel outwards rather than inwards.
Once you were standing in front of the portcullis, you paused. It was perhaps a few hours before dawn. If you left the safety of your castle and went too far…
The missed call grew stronger and you felt another tug and you were off again. This time, your slippered feet took you towards the postern gate. This was starting to feel like deja vu.
So you travelled down the teeny tiny trail that was more suited for goats and sheep than anything bipedal, arms held out as to keep your balance. You considered gliding but you had an odd, nagging feeling that you would need all your powers once you came to the end of your treasure hunt.
You pushed through the old forest, unsure if the canopy above would be a help or a hindrance. You were certainly not dressed for an outdoor excursion and you mourned the pulls and tugs on your dressing gown as you drove deeper and deeper, as if you were following a siren’s call.
“If you’re calling me to my death, I have to admit, this was clever. Because there’s no way that I would admit to anyone that I had met the legendary Master Vampire and lived to tell the tale. Who would believe such outlandish…?”
Your monologue was completed before you could even begin to get going because you had found the vampire hunter that had been calling for you. He was lying prostrate on some moss, his hair an odd melange of silver and black.
“Well clearly you didn’t get yourself killed otherwise I wouldn’t have felt your call,” You muttered.
You swept your dressing gown under your butt, and bent down to turn Seonghwa over.
His pained face pulled at his already pale complexion. There were bags under his eyes and he had more than a score of cuts on his body.
“You came,” He whispered faintly.
“I couldn't exactly ignore it,” You clucked your tongue. “That would have been as easy as ignoring an itch.”
“I didn’t know if you would--” He winced as you poked at a particularly deep wound. “--make it.”
“Who the hell did you pick a fight with and why was it so conveniently close to where I have been hiding?” You demanded.
“It was another Master Vampire. He found out that I--” This time a pained gasp cut his answer as you reached under his arms to pull him upwards with you. “--that you are still alive.”
“So you…came here to stop him?” You asked, clearly unconvinced. “Seonghwa, I think you know how to lie better than that.”
Seonghwa laughed and then cried out at the pain. “Don’t think I’m that desperate…”
He passed out on you, slumping into your chest. You sighed heavily. It was going to be a long walk back.
Seonghwa’s healing wasn’t easy. You learned very quickly that simple human blood simply would not do. Not even blood of another vampire. He would only accept your blood. Even though it was beneath you as the master of the kiss, it was up to you to nurse Seonghwa back to health. And since he had fallen into a deep vampire healing sleep, you had to suck your own blood and give it to him via your mouth.
“If this is pay back for the little stunt I pulled when we first met, I’ll remind you that I did not instruct my old kiss to attack you,” You muttered to him one day. You swore you saw a micro-expression of a smile but still Seonghwa remained comatose.
With the small amount of blood you could stomach feeding him and the gross amount of damage done to his body, it was a long time before Seonghwa woke up. It became a daily chore for you, as much as you fed yourself, you had to feed Seonghwa. He became a permanent unspeaking fixture.
One day that you fed him, lips pressed to his pushing your own blood into his mouth, you felt his tongue against the seam of your mouth. You jumped back, screeching and covering your own blood-covered lips. You had long grown used to the slumbering vampire, you almost forgot the point of the exercise.
You watched as the tip of his tongue finished its motion and then he opened his silver eyes. He stared at you, emotionless, and then seemingly everything came back to him. “I’m… alive?”
You stood up, dusting your bottom, and folded your arms under your chest. “You didn’t exactly tell me if anything bad were to happen to me if you died so I wasn’t about to risk myself now was I?”
You weren’t going to tell him that you had been burning to ask him why he would risk his life to keep your secret against one of his own. Or that you felt somehow that your vampiric moral code demanded that you owe him a life for saving your own.
“Were you feeding me?”
“You were a very unsatisfactory guest. You demanded only the finest blood the castle had to offer while you slept on the best silks,” you responded, unable to help the petulant purse to your lips.
Seonghwa chuckled wearily. “Thank you.”
“What happens now?” You wondered, sitting back in the chair you had prepared for yourself during one of his first feedings.
“I think I’d like to stretch my legs first.” Seonghwa sat up, swung his legs out of the bed and promptly collapsed against you on the chair, knocking you both onto the floor.
You sighed loudly. “Will you stop that?”
“I won, in case you were wondering,” Seonghwa supplied.
“I would hope so otherwise you might have well died and spared me months of…”
Seonghwa raised his head and yet his eyes wouldn’t leave your lips. “Did you feed me like that the entire time?”
You turned your head stubbornly. “You refused to drink from a cup. Believe me, I tried. Nor anyone else's blood for that matter.”
A fingertip found the scars of his bites. “You pressed your lips against mine for survival but you can’t bear to have them this close in other circumstances?”
“I’ve had quite enough of you, Seonghwa,” You persisted. “I don’t need any more of you.”
And thus began your own personal torture.
Before Seonghwa woke up, you could simply chalk up all your motions into healing him as if you were a nurse caring for her patient. But now, with those silver eyes always searching you out across your hall when you held court, a simple beckoning cock of his head summoning you, you felt differently.
“Surely you can feed from the plethora of vampires that inhabit my fair castle now that you're awake and no longer picky,” You bemoaned as you turned the corner to his chosen meeting grounds.
It did not go over your head that he chose the old chapel. Of course, it had been stripped of all its finery and holy items, but you could still see the light shadow of where the cross once hung. That was exactly where Seonghwa was standing, hands held at his back, staring upwards.
“And if I can no longer endure watered down wine when I've supped from the most expensive of bottles?”
“Poetry is not going to get your fangs in my veins,” You declared dryly.
“I would take leave of your fair castle. I will have to report to the Vatican that my brother has gone crazy and it was necessary to… dispose of him.”
Seonghwa finally turned around when you gasped in surprise.
“You never told me why you didn’t just let him kill me.”
“He would have informed the Vatican that I wasn't performing according to our agreement. I can't have our precious peace disturbed.”
“So you'd rather have killed your brother instead?” You made an approving face. “I can respect that. My own husband and then later son attempted to kill me. I've never tried siblicide.”
“This wasn't enough,” Seonghwa admitted.
“I know, I probably should have tried for something less showy, but once I saw the castle--”
“No, I’m not speaking of that.” Seonghwa moved closer. “Leaving is not enough to have you speak your truth?”
“This may be a chapel and you may be a priest but that does not mean I’m here for a confession. My soul is beyond saving, Father.”
“We are bonded, you and I. Your soul may be black but it is still there. That’s why you have been reanimated after death and why I can call you. And I can feel what you feel. For me. For us.”
“I am not a human that you can convince of otherworldly powers, Seonghwa, do not even attempt such on me. I may have felt your call and you may be able to track me through your bite, but I’d be pressed to believe that you can feel my soul.”
Your red irises meet Seonghwa’s silver in a stubborn but silent battle. You DO NOT love him. How does one fall in love with a slumbering body? Impossible.
“Then you have my thanks for everything.” Seonghwa ducked his head.
“A life for a life. We're even now, Seonghwa.”
“Are we?”
“Good bye, Priest. Hope to see you never.”
Your kiss rebelled once Seonghwa went on his merry way. Once someone discovered you had nursed the infamous Seonghwa back to health--being both a master vampire and a vampire hunter--it all went to hell.
Your creations thought you weak and you didn’t blame them. You were their master and you had been giving blood to another; it simply wasn’t the right message you sent out.
So, you had to show them exactly why you were the master and the result was another kiss completely wiped. Mentally and physically wiped as well, you moved locations by the moonlight.
You kept to the shadows and didn’t re-establish a new kiss. You lived alone in a village for a few years and left when it would become obvious that you hadn't aged a day. You took no new lovers and drank only to keep going.
Honestly, your old self would have sneered at your new self. She certainly would have thought you had hit rock-bottom when you accidentally meandered into another vampire’s territory.
“I thought you were just a pretty little thing,” Jack said as his dagger flirted with the skin just under your chin. “Imagine my surprise when I saw your crimson eyes.”
“I’m simply a woman travelling through the country,” You said with barely-veiled boredom.
“No, love, you’re a vampire who’s come unannounced in another vampire’s territory,” Jack corrected you.
You rolled your eyes. “Look, I know you’re super intimidating to the locals but as someone who’s probably quadruple your age, this isn’t going to work on me.”
“Ah, but don’t our rules dictate that I get to choose your punishment?” Jack said softly.
“Yes. And our rules also state that you shouldn’t draw attention to ourselves because the Vatican has big baddies that take us out. And you’re certainly not keeping a low profile with all the whores you’ve been dramatically killing."
Jack cut a small line along your throat. You knew the location well; he was connecting the two out of the four dots that comprised of Seonghwa's bites. “But you’ll heal so magnificently? It would be so much fun to carve you up and then do it all over again.”
“My knees are starting to hurt, can we get this moving along a little quicker?” You demanded.
“I’d be happy to help with that.”
You couldn't help but smirk upwards at Jack. “Looks like the big baddies have found you, Jackie Boy.”
“Who the fuck are you?” Jack demanded, pointing his dagger at the person who was behind you now.
“My name is Seonghwa.”
“Oh shite,” Jack said.
“Think you’ll still be carving me up today still?” You pushed.
“I can smell her blood. You’ll be dying extra slow today,” Seonghwa growled.
“My savior,” You said sarcastically.
Jack’s eyes quickly moved from Seonghwa to you and back to Seonghwa again. “What is this? A trap? I didn’t know she meant something to you. I was just going to have some fun!” Jack whined.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” You hissed.
Since Jack was distracted, you smacked his hand holding his knife, knocking it out of his hands. Mid-air you grabbed it and lodged it deep into his throat. He gurgled wordlessly. It was going to take a lot more than that to kill him. But you’d leave the dirty work to Seonghwa. You simply wanted to get a little revenge.
You stood up, wiping your skirts of any dirt from the cobblestones you had been kneeling on. Jack fell to his knees and Seonghwa drew abreast of you.
“Are you alright?” Seonghwa wondered.
“I didn’t need your help, you know,” You wiped a finger along your neck, that had already healed and sucked on your own blood.
“I know that. Is it my fault that you happened to get captured by one of my prey?” Seonghwa shot back.
You curtsied. “So sorry, Master, let me get out of your way then.”
Seonghwa clamped hand on your arm. “Don’t you dare flee while I take care of him.”
“Why would I do that? You can just follow me anyways. Or did you forget your soul is linked to mine?” You said mockingly.
You stood at the mouth of the alleyway as Seonghwa made slow work of Jack the Ripper. You smiled nicely and whirled your umbrella innocently as you could hear faint sounds of screams and wet ripping noises. As curious as you were to see Seonghwa work his magic, you knew it best to not get distracted and keep watch.
“The last place I expected you to be in was a city,” came Seonghwa’s voice from behind you once again.
“Yes, well, hide in plain sight, or whatever that saying is,” You waved away his comment.
“From what I heard, Jack said you were accidentally in his territory. Lost your edge, love?”
You rolled your eyes and turned around. “No, Seonghwa, I have not--”
Your words halted once you saw the blood-spattered Seonghwa. He smiled crookedly at you.
“Like what you see?”
“Can’t you feel it?” You mocked him again.
Seonghwa’s eyes flashed angrily and you saw that his hair began to get silver highlights. “I just tore apart a vampire for the audacity of him cutting my bites on you and you continue to mock me and our bond?”
“You were going to tear him apart anyways, he was your prey, was he not?” You lifted your chin stubbornly. “Are you going to threaten me with a good time and kill me finally too?”
Seonghwa banked his anger immediately. “No.”
“Then I will bid you good night,” You said, sweeping aside your skirts and stepping to move around him. “Hope to see you never.”
But Seonghwa did not leave your side. “Why are you here?”
“I was stopping for a bite to eat,” You dramatically bite air loudly.
“Where is your kiss? Your snack de jour? Any companions?” Seonghwa’s eyes searched around you two.
Was he… trying to find out if you were alone? Your hackles rose immediately.
“Why?” You snapped.
“It is unlike you to be unadorned,” Seonghwa stated.
“Company has bored me as of late,” You supplied dryly.
“Is that why you were provoking Jack?” Seonghwa demanded.
You snorted. “Hardly. I just hadn't realized it was his territory, truly.”
“Then would you allow me to escort you to a safe house?” Seonghwa asked.
“A safe house.”
“Yes. We have them in every major city when we have to go hunting.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” You declined.
“If you feel nothing for me, like you claim, what’s the problem?”
You stopped walking and so did Seonghwa. The challenge was written all over his face.
“Do you not risk it all to be speaking with me? To be seen with me? Seonghwa, I shouldn’t have to remind you that--”
Seonghwa slapped his hand over your mouth as he pushed you up against the alley’s wall. “There are eyes and ears everywhere. It would be best to not speak of such things until we are in the safe house, if you must.”
You struggled in his grasp, digging nails into hand and wrist but he was immovable, which you were not used to. Your protests were muffled behind his palm.
“You will keep that pretty mouth of yours closed until we arrive at our destination, do you understand?”
You glared up at Seonghwa in response.
“I’ll stay here all night until you agree,” Seonghwa threatened.
You nodded and Seonghwa let you go. “Come, it’s this way.” Then he offered his arm, like a gentleman should.
You kept your pretty mouth shut, as Seonghwa so elegantly put it, and before no time at all, under the moonlight’s gaze, you were at the safehouse Seonghwa spoke of. A pretty townhouse that screamed nobility. The inner snob in you approved.
“Enter and be welcome,” Seonghwa intoned, bowing and opening the door for you.
“Ironic,” You griped under your breath.
You did not miss the look of amusement on Seonghwa’s face as you passed by him.
Seonghwa entered the low-lit foyer like he owned the place. Maybe he did. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”
“I decided you had the right way of things and killed my entire kiss,” You informed him primly as you sat down on a settee.
Seonghwa’s mouth opened and then closed. He certainly wasn’t expecting that. “It was because I had been there and you nursed me back to health, wasn’t it?”
You turned your nose up at the idea that you would kill your entire kiss for Seonghwa. “Certainly not. It was a power move. They thought I was weaker. I got lazy in my pretty castle. I can’t stand insolence. So I killed them.”
“I’ll clean up and then we can speak more,” Seonghwa said.
“By all means, let’s drink from some mortals simultaneously by candlelight and speak on fond, old memories,” You scoffed.
One moment Seonghwa was under the archway of the upwards stairway seemingly to clean off the blood of Jack, the next he had used his super speed to stand in front of you on the settee. You could see him move, you were a vampire after all, but you could hardly stop him before his gloved hands gripped your cheeks harshly.
“Your attitude is grating against my nerves, darling,” Seonghwa growled.
“And I tire of your assumption that we are anything but enemies,” You spat back at him.
“I think you forget what we’ve been through, you and I,” Seonghwa crooned.
“You know damn well I haven’t forgotten. The way you killed my first lovely kiss and then spared me, like I wasn’t worth it. The way I was forced to supplicate myself in order to make sure I paid a debt to a Master Vampire. And you still didn’t kill me, even though I was terrorizing the humans. You saved me from Jack, which is completely demoralizing, as if I’m not centuries old and a force to be reckoned with. No, Seonghwa, I do not care for your blasé attitude as if we are good friends and old lovers and simple humans who do not hold grudges for years beyond civilizations and kill in cold blood.”
“Is…that how you view it? Truly?” Seonghwa’s eyes were searching for something on your face but all you felt was disgust.
Seonghwa slowly let go of your face and crouched before your form. “I can’t kill you. You have intrigued me since our first meeting. I protect you from death because you do not fear it for some reason that is beyond most of the vampires who cling to their immortality. I believe that is my true purpose on this plane.”
“How chivalrous of you. Except, I did not ask for that nor do I want that. I free you from your bonds to me.”
“Ah, but you see, it’s not that easy, darling. Our bonds are beyond any means of words. No matter what I felt naturally, I have to protect you because you’re mine. Those bites of mine on your skin, thus my name written on your skin.”
“Then I must put as much distance between you and I as I can. Test our bond, see how far I can stretch it before it snaps. A new goal to follow sounds fun.” You stand up swiftly. “I’ll find my own place of rest.”
“You will not.” Seonghwa stood up as well. “You will remain here, while the moon sets and the sun rises.”
“You take my choices from me as well, do you?” You demanded harshly.
“I will not have you risk your life trying to flee me!” Seonghwa shouted.
“Perhaps that’s exactly what I’m looking to do!” You yelled back.
While gripping your umbrella, you strode right back out of the safe house. You were foolish to take shelter with an insufferable man. Seonghwa was right, you were losing your edge.
Seonghwa used his speed once again to get ahead of you and bar the door. “I forbid it.”
You lifted your foot but it would not move. You stumbled with balance, taking a step back.
“Sit,” He commanded.
You found yourself sitting back on the settee, umbrella clattering where you last stood.
Now you were trembling with anger. “You are not my creator. How the hell are you doing that?”
“There is much you still do not know about Master Vampires. We were created to combat your kind. We used to bond with the strongest of you in order to keep you in line. The Vatican does not enjoy destroying fountains of knowledge. My brother I fought before your castle had been bonded with Lizzy. All those cuts you healed for me were from her axe. I didn’t spare you from anything, I had bonded with you, because of your power and fearlessness. My brother found out about our bond and was coming to kill you. Our bonds must be sanctioned, you see. I went against our code. And so he looked to kill you to free me from our bond before anyone else found out.”
“You are maddening,” You said. “And mad. Why would you risk everything for me?’
Seonghwa took your hand. You were still shaking. “I think you know the answer to that.”
You shook your head in disbelief. “You do not make any sense.”
“It does that to you, lo--”
“No.” You put a finger to his lips. “Do not say it.”
“Whether I give words to it or not, darling, it’s true.”
You turned your head away.
“Come. You need some blood and I will sup from you once again.”
Seonghwa tugged you upwards and led you down the original path he had set. You chalked up your confusion to your compliance. Your thoughts swirled, your heart beat erratically and you truly did not know which way was up nor down.
Thoughtlessly, mindlessly, you bit a red-cheeked man who shuddered when you drank from him. And when you were done with him, Seonghwa continued to tug and pull you to another destination deep within the noble house.
You seemingly didn’t rise from your waking dream until you realized you were in a bedroom.
“Come, darling, let me bite you,” Seonghwa murmured, pulling you into an embrace.
You shook your head. “I don’t want any more scars. They tingle when you call for me. And it seems that serial killers are fond of cutting them.”
Seonghwa chuckled under his breath. “These won’t scar. It’s only the first bite that remains.”
You watched as Seonghwa locked gazes with you, lifting your wrist to his lips. “May I?”
You wrinkled your nose at the vampire hunter. “Oh, we’re asking now, are we?”
Seonghwa smirked, part of his lips tucking into his cheek. “I could ask for you to feed me like before.”
Months of biting into your own flesh, and feeding those plump lips your own blood--you shuddered. “No thank you.”
Seonghwa gently pressed his lips to the thin skin of your wrist and then extended all four of his fangs, and dug in. He suctioned his lips against your wrist, swallowing and moaning, like the splash of your blood on his tongue was the most heavenly bounty. He took enough into his body to allow his cheeks to rosy up and then he released you.
You drew your wrist to your chest, cradling it like you were protecting a wound. You weren’t, as soon as Seonghwa’s teeth withdrew from your skin, you began healing. But it was the fact that Seonghwa took such delight in feasting from you…
“Must you be such a noisy drinker? It’s unbecoming of a priest,” You bit with a half-assed disgusted tone.
Seonghwa ignored your tone. “I regret not going through with my first plan. Seducing you and biting you mid orgasm haunts me.”
You frowned at him immediately and Seonghwa broke out into quiet laughter, his shoulders shaking with withheld glee. Then he quickly sobered up but you weren’t sure you appreciated the sudden change because the eyes he was giving you reminded you of one of your snacks after you used to drink from him. He so enjoyed the pain but he looked forward to the pleasure afterwards.
“Shall I show you what I had planned?” Seonghwa asked.
You swallowed. “Might as well see if you could have been successful.”
“Oh, I believe I will.”
One would think, once Seonghwa turned you around to face away from him, that the unbuttoning of all the tiny mother-of-pearl buttons along your back would be tedious but Seonghwa indeed knew exactly what he was doing. His deft touch, each pop of the button through the thread, led to anticipation of what was to come once the unbuttoning was completed. His thumbs brushed your shoulders as they pushed under the collar of your dress and began the descent of your dress down half of your body, catching at your hips. There was a feeling of newness to this all, that had you holding your breath like you were excited. For sex that you had done more times than you could care to count?
“You’re covered in goosebumps,” Seonghwa purred into the shell of your ear.
“Well I’m sure humans have nothing on your centuries of knowledge. You can’t very well tell me with your outfit that you’re a true priest, because I simply will not be able to swallow that lie.”
“Are you admitting that my seduction is working?” Seonghwa pondered.
His hands moved under your arms but still over your chemise. They snaked their way until they rested just under your breasts, tickling your ribcage. He was waiting for your confession, surely.
“I’m saying it's not saying much that you’re better than my human lovers,” You confirmed.
You jumped when his fangs scratched your shoulder teasingly. “You’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?” He closed his mouth, allowing only the slightest scratches pull blood, proceeding to kiss and lick the scratches he had produced.
“Don’t you think the proof is in the pudding?” You countered.
When Seonghwa fully cupped your breasts, flickering a thumb over your nipples, you hissed as you felt his cross hit your spine. “Seonghwa!”
“Your nipples pebbled from the slight touch of pain, darling.” Seonghwa groaned like the tidbit of information made him hard. “What else can you do for me?”
Seonghwa pulled and twisted and pinched your nipples causing you to moan and fall back against his chest. Your skin burned from his cross but it only added to the plethora of sensations. Your pussy clenched with desire.
Next, Seonghwa was pushing the rest of your dress down your hips and helping you step out of it. He guided you to the bed, slotting his still-clothed body between your thighs. A hand shook slightly as it skimmed up your thigh, pushing your chemise up higher.
With a loud groan, Seonghwa bit down on his gloved finger and pulled it off. He kneaded the flesh of your ass with his bare hand this time. That same hand moved between your legs, delight painting his features when he found how wet you were.Still, his cross burned deliciously against your chest now with the proximity.
“Will you allow me to plunge inside of you? Plow you into the mattress? I could make such love to you, darling.”
“You are such a tease!” You groaned in frustration.
A blunt nail circled your clit. Your hips bucked up into his touch, body begging for what your mouth refused to.
Seonghwa’s lips hovered over yours, peering down his nose as his finger moved downwards. “I can fill you up, you just have to give the word.”
“I will…not…beg for…your finger!” You panted as said finger prodded at your entrance.
“Tell me you need this,” Seonghwa argued. “Tell me how you want it.”
Your mouth twitched but you stubbornly held in your words.
In retaliation, Seonghwa withdrew his hand and began to shimmy down your body. “Thighs are such a good spot to take blood from, wouldn’t you agree?”
You moaned loudly as Seonghwa promptly bit down into your ample thigh. He drank but a gulp and then raised his head. “I could play with you forever, you know. I have all the patience in the world. I waited this long for you, didn’t I?”
As he rose up, he kissed up your inner thigh to your knee and then promptly began to undo the ties to his pants. Your eyes zeroed in on his motions like you were a kid staring at candy through the store window. When he released himself at last, you sighed dreamily. He was so very long and curved; perfect to be in your mouth or inside of you…
You shook your head. Seonghwa had you almost in a dreamlike state with this entire seduction. Did he have other powers that you simply did not comprehend?
You didn’t have much time to ponder this thought because Seonghwa was back between your legs, rubbing his length through your wet folds. He passed over your clit and flirted with your entrance, and no amount of bucking or whining got you what you wanted.
“Se--seonghwa,” You panted.
“Yes, darling?” Seonghwa responded.
“Please,” was all that your treacherous tongue could manage.
“You’re wound tighter than a grandfather clock,” Seonghwa murmured, a stray hand skimming along your out thigh that was straining. “Let me help.”
Then he took the pad of his thumb and ran it down the middle of his outstretched tongue, and began to rub it slowly but directly on top of your clit. You swallowed loudly and whined.
“I need…you…please,” You begged at last, hands digging into his biceps.
Seonghwa’s pupils blew with the sound of your plea. “I would give you all of me, if only you’d allow it.”
“Please!” You gasped as you felt his cockhead push against your hole.
The both of you were moaning in unison when at last he stretched you out. Seonghwa held you so close together, that you could feel the burn of his cross against your chest. It was nothing compared to the pleasure that the small cocks of his hips were doing. He wasn’t even giving all of him, you knew that, because his strokes were shallow and slow inside of you.
Your hands went to his ribs and you dug your nails into his ribs. “Seonghwa, please, I am begging you. I need you to fuck me.”
Seonghwa’s eyes were closed, clearly savouring the feeling of your cunt encompassing his length. “All in good time.”
You wrapped your legs around his slender waist and pressed him even deeper inside of you. “Not in good time. Now.”
Seonghwa opened his eyes and it felt like he was staring into the darkest places of your mind. “No. If I finish soon, you’ll be eager to run off like you always do. As long as I have you here, with me inside of you, this is where you’ll remain, needing me.”
“Seonghwa!”
You pushed upwards with your hip, angling to flip the two of you over so you could ride him to completion but that was not what happened. Instead, Seonghwa pressed your hip down, holding you there, fucking you with those shallow thrusts that were driving you insane.
“Be good,” He clucked his tongue. “Enjoy this.”
You both looked down your body as his cock moved in and out of you. You with a whine still on your lips and Seonghwa biting down on his own. “You feel so damn good, darling, I truly could stay like this with you for all of eternity.”
The fact that you could did not go over your head and simply made you whine even louder. “You are deliberately torturing me, aren’t you?”
In response, the vampire hunter grounded his pelvis against yours, pressing deeper into you and sending waves of pleasure outwards from your clit being stimulated as well. He was pouring his all into you and you were swallowing it whole.
All you could focus on was the growing pleasure that was slowly unfurling from your lower half. You locked your ankles behind Seonghwa’s back, and when you felt the tip of him hit the end of you, you moaned loudly. You raked your nails down Seongwha’s back, ripping through the leather of his shirt.
“Please, I need to feel you fuck me into the next century, Seonghwa,” You begged again.
“What am I going to do with you, needy thing?” Seonghwa teased.
“I’m just saying!” You retorted. “When you finally decide to fuck me, I need it hard. Don’t be one of those men that fuck like a gentleman. I am not a delicate rose.”
Seonghwa cupped your face with one hand. “I would never think otherwise.”
You keened at the loss of Seonghwa inside of you as he slowly pulled out. “Seonghwa, why?!”
He helped you sit upwards and pulled your chemise off. You were now completely naked and he still fully clothed. Which was about to change. Seonghwa reverently removed his cross. Then his other glove. Then unclasped the collar around his neck and pulled off his shirt. Then his pants were gone. And suddenly there was nothing between you and him now.
Well, nothing but your hang ups and his unspoken devotion to you.
Sitting back down on the side of the bed, Seonghwa patted his lap. “Come here, Darling. Come ride me. I want to bite you again.”
“Be careful you don’t try to drain me like a damn fool mortal,” you grumbled under your breath but followed his instructions nonetheless.
Seonghwa grinned, boyish and charming. “I would like to see you on the brink of insanity. I don’t suppose all your walls might fall away, hmm?”
You sat astride Seonghwa’s bronze thighs, quickly aware of why Seonghwa wanted this particular position. You simply had no choice but to stare directly into his eyes. Once you had him seated inside of you again, you braced your arms on his shoulders.
“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”
“I want to see every expression,” Seonghwa admitted softly.
“You are determined to take me down, brick by brick, aren’t you?”
Seonghwa grabbed the back of your neck and pressed his forehead to yours. “I just want you.”
You experimentally bounced on Seonghwa’s thighs, and his hands immediately went to your hips, forcing you back down his length. You pressed your lips inwards because Seonghwa was indeed hitting the end of you and it was something you began to search out.
You whined his name and that’s when he captured your lips with his. His fangs snagged on your lip and then it became a bloody kiss that had you both moaning a bit louder, and fucking a bit harder.
The blood almost pushed you both into a frenzy. Seonghwa’s grip on your hips went beyond bruising, and you balanced on the balls of your feet in order to ride Seonghwa harder.
“Don't you dare stop me,” You panted into his blood-stained lips.
“I want to feel you come undone. I want a front row seat to the show,” Seonghwa said in a husky voice.
Your back arched and you threw your head back as your climax hit you like a rockslide. Seonghwa nuzzled your chest as you rocked slowly through your high. The pleasure was so unbelievable that your gaze got fuzzy and your body felt heavy.
You didn’t even feel him bite you. You watched under a hooded gaze as he sucked your blood from just above your heart, doing just as he promised. You petted his head fondly, allowing him his peace as you had yours.
And when he moaned, lifting up from your chest, you knew he had come. His eyebrows furrowed inwards, and with his lips parted, he looked like a sin incarnate. You felt him unload into you, filling you up, and leaving a piece of himself inside of you.
“Seonghwa,” You groaned.
You were unable to move, heavy and satiated from your climax. In response, Seonghwa tangled his tongue with yours once again, still greedy for more of you.
“Well done, Seonghwa.”
It took you a moment for your brain to comprehend that there was slow clapping occurring behind you. Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your body and pressed you closer to him.
“You’re early,” Seonghwa croaked.
And that’s when you felt the ground fall from beneath your feet. “No…”
“Shouldn’t one always be early when we do the Lord’s work?” The new voice intoned once again.
“Let go of me right now,” You hissed.
Seonghwa ignored you. He was still seated inside of you, a hand behind your head now and the other at the small of your back. “I have it under control, Sister Madison.”
“I will see you outside for the vampire’s execution then.”
“I knew your words were too pretty,” You raged, struggling even more in Seonghwa’s grasp.
“Be still, you will harm yourself,” Seonghwa commanded and you felt your body go lax.
You laughed bitterly. “Why does that matter? I’m about to die, aren’t I?”
Seonghwa let your body fall backwards so he could look into your eyes. “Didn’t you say you did not fear death?”
“I hope you burn in hell for this, Seonghwa, I truly do.” You gathered spit in your mouth and the glob landed on his perfect cheek.
“Oh, don’t worry, I know I will,” Seonghwa assured you.
In a soul-crushing reversal, Seonghwa re-dressed you. Those same nimble fingers deftly did back up the many buttons at your back. Each touch burned into your skin, but not even the burn of his cross could match this. The same cross that he put around his neck after he dressed himself.
You had no idea how you could have possibly fell for such a clever trap. You were better than that. You were older and smarter than that. You truly had lost your edge. You had played the long game but never like this. You felt like a mouse in a maze.
Then Seonghwa gathered you in his arms, escorted you out of his room and back to the foyer. There was Sister Madison, in her blonde hair and neat habit. She waited with her hands clasped in front of her, a habit you had seen Seonghwa adopt as well.
Sister Madison lifted her hand towards the door. “I’ve already prepared the pole where we’ll tie her.”
Seonghwa jerked at the statement. “I thought we were staking her heart.”
Sister Madison smiled serenely. “The Vatican has decided she must die by sunlight.”
“That's barbaric,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath.
Still, he turned on his heel and bore your body outside.
The sky was a dangerous grey color and your instincts were screaming for you to get back inside. But you had no control over your body still.
“And you dared use the most wicked word of all towards me. Who knew a man of God could be such a sweet liar,” You snarled.
“I didn't lie.” Seonghwa denied. “Stand.”
Seonghwa put you on your own two feet before the pole. He tied your hands together with chains and they burned against your wrists. They must have been blessed. He raised your hands above your head and the chains were looped around a hook, holding you in place.
“I'll say her last rites,” Seonghwa said, raising his voice.
“How kind of you, Seonghwa,” Sister Madison replied.
Seonghwa began to mutter under his breath and you rolled your eyes. Until you began to pick up the words he was saying. He wasn't praying for your soul; he was speaking to you.
“You are everything to me. I will forsake all that I believe in and all that I represent to ensure that you live through this. There has never been a moment that I haven't loved you and there never will be. Never doubt that I, Seonghwa, am tied to your soul and we will never be separated ever again.”
You stared at him in bewilderment as he walked back to where Sister Madison was standing.
The nun giggled, covering her mouth. “She isn't the smartest, is she? Fooled by a pretty face, ah, it's almost sad, isn't it, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa no longer looked at you. “Yes, it's very sad.”
Then he pulled a silver stake from seemingly nowhere and slammed it into Sister Madison's chest.
She snarled at him in pain and astonishment. “What are you doing?”
Seonghwa smiled. “Betraying the church and all that I know for the one I love.”
They fought and grappled for the upper hand. It seemed that even with a stake in her chest, Sister Madison was a force to be reckoned with. And as they fought, the sun rose higher and higher.
“Seonghwa,” you yelled in terror as the sun hit the hem of your dress.
“Listen to your whore scream for you,” Sister Madison cackled, blood bubbling from her mouth. “Can you kill me before she burns?”
Seonghwa grabbed her head between his two hands. Sister Madison practically became compliant in his grasp suddenly. She tipped her head up as if she was expecting a kiss.
That's when Seonghwa snapped her neck. Actually, snapping is a soft term. He wretched her head off her body and threw it into the sunlight. It burst into flames as her body fell to its knees and slumped to the side.
The sun was above your chest now and you closed your eyes. At last, the touch of sun on your skin, that you had not felt since you were human. Perhaps it would be nice to feel it one last time before your soul went to Hell. Perhaps…
You frowned when instead of your eyelids lighting up, there was darkness cast over you. You could hear sizzling but you did not feel any pain.
You opened your eyes, and there was Seonghwa. He stood over you, body blocking the sun. The skin that was blistering along one half of him.
“Seonghwa,” you said his name in horror.
“I got you, darling, don't worry.” He winked at you with his good eye.
He worked hard through the pain, reaching above you and lifting the chain so that you were no longer restrained. Then the two of you shuffled back towards the front of the townhouse, where there was shade, collapsing on the front steps.
“Seonghwa, no,” You sobbed.
Half of his face was burnt horribly. He attempted to smile but the newly burnt skin moving made him wince in pain instead. “I just need a moment.”
“We have to get inside, please.”
You pushed yourself under his arm and dragged him towards the door. You were weakened by the risen sun, body well expecting to be in a deep sleep now.
The both of you barely made it inside, the door closed softly with a push of your foot before you passed out, your vampiric body no longer able to sustain the soul in your body.
When you woke up in Seonghwa’s bed, it all felt like a bad nightmare. That was, until Seonghwa entered the room.
“You're awake,” he stated simply.
“What the fuck happened?” You demanded.
Seonghwa moved closer to the bed. “Your body pulled you into your daily sleep instead of you--”
“No, you bastard, what the fuck just happened? Why did you--?” You made a noise of frustration. “You killed that nun! And saved me? But you tied me up. You lured me here. I don't understand!”
Seonghwa sat on the edge of the bed. His hair covered his face. “They found out. About everything. It was my job to lure you here and to kill you. Sister Madison was to ensure it was done. I did everything to keep us both alive. I didn’t expect the sunlight, however…”
“I don’t know what to believe anymore,” You said with a shaky voice.
Seonghwa’s head jerked upwards. “Believe that I saved you.”
“But for what dark purpose? Are you trying to wipe out the Vatican in some weird revenge? Am I just a puppet for that? I saw you use your powers on Sister Madison. I--”
“Our love has never been more real than it is now.”
“What love?!” you shouted. “You used me! I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Seonghwa grabbed you so thoroughly: a grip on your jaw and another around your back to bring your body close to his.
“Tell me it meant nothing. Look me in the eyes and say I burned for nothing.”
“Seonghwa--”
Seonghwa’s grip on your face became slightly painful as he held you in place so you had no option but to look into his silver eyes--both the unmarred side and the burned one.
His next sentence came out in a dangerous purr. “Choose your words carefully.”
You wet your lips nervously and Seonghwa’s pupils followed the path along the seam of your mouth. “Please don't make me say it.”
Seonghwa barked a bitter laugh. “Half of my body is scarred from the sunlight to protect you, and you can't say it?”
“I didn't ask you to do that!” You snarled, desperately attempting to wretch out of his grasp but to no avail; he was forever always stronger than you.
“Then why did I do it?” Seonghwa demanded. “Say it!” He shouted louder.
Tears began to stream down your face; the tears being blood, of course. “I would never have asked you to permanently ruin your beautiful face for me, Seonghwa. Never.”
“My face doesn't matter,” Seonghwa crooned, now cupping your face gently. “You were going to become ashes. I would do it again. Now say it.”
“Once I say it, I can never take it back. Then you'll never leave. They won't stop coming for us, Seonghwa. I don't want that for you,” You sobbed quietly.
“You're a fool if you think that's any different than the path we are already on.” Seonghwa captured one of your tears on his thumb and sucked down on it. “Now give me what I want. I deserve it.”
You lifted your red eyes to meet his silver. He smiled at you, crooked and charming, just like the first day you had met him.
“I love you, Park Seonghwa.”
“There's a good girl. Now give me your lips, because I've been dying to kiss you since the moment we started arguing.”
You kissed, soft and thankful. It tasted like blood. However, you couldn't stop crying.
Seonghwa broke the kiss. “Shhh, they won’t be able to find us without using my connection to you now. They may try but they’ll never succeed.”
You reached up, hand hovering over Seonghwa’s scarred side of his face. You hesitated but Seonghwa pressed his face into your palm to complete the motion. “Where will we go?”
Seonghwa wiped your tears away. “It doesn’t matter. Because we’re never being separated ever again. I won’t allow you to run away from me again.”
You couldn't help but stiffen in Seonghwa’s hold. “Allow?!”
Seonghwa tenderly kissed your forehead. “Yes. Now let’s get you some blood. We have some travelling to do. And I need to find a cloak. My beauty will simply draw attention.”
You groaned. “How can you make jokes at a time like this?”
Seonghwa turned around at the door, with a faint amused expression, almost akin to when he had first entered your lair. “Because I love to see you smile. We are pressed for time, Darling. Come.”
You rose from the bed and took Seonghwa’s hand once again. And this time, you knew you were never letting go.
