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♤Warnings: deepthroating, pre-negotiated new scene, dom! Seonghwa, tapping signals, oral (m), rough blow job, drooling, choking, face fucking, make up sex, implied aftercare
♤Master List ~ Day Twelve: Yunho {Public Sex} ~ Day Fourteen: San and Hongjoong {Dubcon}
Seonghwa sat on a modern-cut chair, one leg lazily stretched out. He was reading a book by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his loft. His hair was slicked back, and his glasses sat dangerously close to the end of his nose. He looked utterly delectable, and yet you weren’t allowed to touch him.
Earlier today, you had enacted his anger to the point where he punched a hole through the wall and kicked over a side table. When he was done taking his anger out on the furniture, he fixed his clothing and quietly informed you that he was off limits until he had cooled off properly.
“Seonghwa.”
Your boyfriend didn’t even bother to glance your way. It was eating a hole into your stomach, this entire situation.
“Please, let me apologize.”
“No.” His response came out cold and cruel.
“You won’t even give me the opportunity to make this right?”
You trail a finger along the back of Seonghwa’s chair, daring not to touch him. Yet.
“I don’t trust myself right now.”
“Seonghwa, I know you won’t hurt me.”
At last, you rounded the chair to stand in front of him. You could see Seonghwa’s pupils were no longer following the words of his book, but he was looking within.
“You don’t know that.”
“I do!” You landed on your knees. “You would never actually hurt me. Not unless I wanted it.”
Seonghwa sighed and closed his book. “You have no idea what my anger might make me do.”
You licked your lips. “Perhaps… I want that.”
Seonghwa tsked. “I’m sure you think a swat on the ass is what I’d do to you.”
You shuffled forward, getting closer. “I don’t think you want to slap my ass.”
“Damn right I don’t.”
“I think you want to shove your dick so far down my throat that I choke on it and start to tear up from being unable to breathe.”
Seonghwa’s eyes meet yours in absolute shock. “How did you…?”
“Seonghwa.” You finally decided it was time to break this wall that was between you two, so you put a hand on his thigh; he was actually trembling. “Because I want it to.”
Seonghwa shook his head adamantly. “No. Absolutely not. We can not. I have no idea if I can--” Seonghwa’s hands clenched into fists. “No.”
“We can establish a signal system,” you pushed. “One tap for I’m okay, three taps for you to stop.”
“And if I don’t stop?”
“If you know you’re hurting me, do you think you wouldn’t want to stop?”
“I don’t know,” Seonghwa whispered.
“I do. My Seonghwa would never do anything to me that I wouldn’t want.”
The air tensed. You had said exactly what unlocked the next level to your relationship.
Seonghwa put his book to the side, leaned back into the chair, and spread his legs. “Then I think you should start on your apology.”
Your boyfriend let you rub him through his pants. It was clear by the way his fingers were digging into the arm of the chair that he was getting turned on by the potential of what was about to happen. When he was hard enough, you undid his slacks and pulled him from his confines. With a glance upwards to check his face, which was stoic, you dipped your head down to swirl your tongue around his cockhead. The devilish moan that fell from his sinful lips was worth his anger earlier.
But you weren’t here to play around. You wanted what Seonghwa could give you. So you quickly descended down Seonghwa’s length. It wasn’t an easy thing to do first thing. You hadn't even worked up to it. He hit the back of your throat, starting up your gag reflex.
“Darling, wait--” His protests turned into curses as you did nothing of the sort.
You moved up his length, swirling around his head and then descending again. You choked again when he blocked off your airways, and Seonghwa choked on his words.
“You have to take it--” You refused to take it slow.
This time, when you came up, you breathed in deeply through your nose and then took him so far deep into your throat that when you swallowed desperately, Seonghwa’s hands flew to your head to hold you in place.
“Ju-just like that--fuck,” came along with his broken moans.
It took only a few more times of your own device to take him deeply into your throat before the man lost all sense of propriety and started to fuck your throat himself. He kept a measured pace, at first. He would hold you for a few seconds as you worked your throat around him and then raise your head backwards so you could breathe again.
But the closer he got to his orgasm, the more rough he became. Soon, he was panting and growling as he fucked your throat. He thrusted into you without a thought for your breathing. Your spit began to pool down his cock and ruin the pretty satin of his pants. The air was filled with your choking noises and Seonghwa’s noises of pleasure.
“That’s it, fuck, take my cock in your throat. This is what I deserve for putting up with your bad decision making. I deserve to fuck this throat like it’s your pussy. I’m going to come so deep into you, I’m going to leave an imprint of my di--”
Seonghwa’s loud, throaty groan as he thrusted deep into your throat and held his cock there as he came was music to your ears. You couldn't breath, you couldn't even swallow, all you could do was sit there and hope that you didn’t have to tap Seonghwa’s thigh to tell him to stop. You had a feeling if you did, you’d never do this again, as per his decision.
Just as the edges of your vision was starting to get fuzzy, Seonghwa pulled your back. In fact, he pulled you off his cock completely. Both of his hands cupped your face as he admired your disheveled state: drool running down your chin, eyes glassy with the lack of oxygen, tears blotching your face.
“You’re beautiful,” Seonghwa murmured.
“I--” You coughed as your raw throat did not appreciate being used so quickly after Seonghwa’s hard use. “I told you that you wouldn’t hurt me.”
The heart eyes in Seonghwa’s eyes told you that he couldn't disagree with you. “I’ll get you some lemon tea.”
Master List ~ Day Twelve: Yunho {Public Sex} ~ Day Fourteen: San and Hongjoong {Dubcon}
♧Warnings: public sex, sex club pre-negotiated sex, sub! Yunho, verbal foreplay, hand job, degradation kink, praise kink, exhibitionism, egding, come on command, sex with no protection, creampie, biting (vampire), blood drinking, mental aftercare
♧Master List ~ Day Eleven: Yeosang {Spit Kink} ~ Day Thirteen: Seonghwa {Deepthroating}
You offer your hand to Yunho, one foot already on a raised platform. The club is darkened, but the number of eyes reflected in said darkness speak on the creatures in the audience. The sole light in the room is aimed at the raised platform Yunho’s about to step up on.
But will he?
“Is this not what you wanted?”
Yunho’s wide eyes finish taking in the club’s muted lighting and swing back towards you. “I…” Your pet human wets his lips. “I don’t know.”
You step back down and run your hands up and down his arms. “Yunho, we don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with. But you did ask me to claim you in front of my coven. And that’s how we do this.”
Yunho moves his head with tiny nods. It’s like his body is answering but his brain is still absorbing. “I know what you told me. But it’s more real now.”
You step back on the platform and do a generous curtsy. “My apologies. The night will continue without tonight’s planned entertainment.” You snap your fingers. “Wooyoung, take my place. Pick whoever you want, just keep an edge to it.”
“No, wait!” Yunho’s eyes burned with an intensity, an affirmation. “I want to do this.”
You shake your imperceptively. “My pet, I don’t believe you understand what tonight is about.”
Yunho’s hand wraps around your arm, and he pulls himself up on stage. “I want to do it. I want you to claim me in front of your coven. I want to be yours.”
One of your long fingernails trails down the exposed triangle of Yunho’s unbuttoned shirt. “You are mine, Yunho.”
Your human shivers delicately. “I want the coven to know that you’re the only one who can…” His eyes jump to the floor, and his ears begin to get red. “...you know.”
Your finger taps just under his chin to command him to look up at you. “What, Yunho?”
You hum in acknowledgment. You start to circle your prey. The minute Yunho had stepped fully on the platform, the game had begun. “What else can I only do to you?”
“Bite me,” Yunho whispers.
Your showmanship pulls at you. You lean over and cup your hand against your ear. “What’s that, pet?”
“Only you can bite me,” Yunho says in a raised voice. He bites adorably down on his bottom lip.
“And?”
“Drink from me,” Yunho continues. “Suck me. Fuck me. I’m only yours to play with.”
“Quite right,” You nod in agreement. “Do you hear that, ghouls and gals?” You say louder. “Jeong Yunho is mine. You risk my wrath if you touch him from this point forward. You are my witnesses to his commitment.”
“Now what?” Yunho whispers to you.
You wave a hand at the large, leather chair that has suddenly been deposited to the platform. Perks of having a coven of vampires who use their supernatural strength and speed. “Now, you sit.”
Yunho sits in the large chair, perhaps one of the few individuals that doesn’t seem dwarfed by it. His hands rest on the arms of the chair, and his legs spread naturally. You cluck your tongue, and his legs snap shut. You had been trying to teach him manners, but it seems that it hadn't been ingrained quite yet.
“Still such an eager slut, legs spread, ready for pleasure, hmmm?”
Yunho’s head dips in embarrassment. But you see that he is starting to get hard in his pants. “I’ll do better.”
“Why now, pet?” You push open his legs with both your hands and run them up his inner thighs. “Don’t you want to show everyone your pretty cock? We’ll make them all jealous.”
Yunho’s eyes shake. “I…”
“Do you need some encouragement?” You look over your shoulder and grin. “Don’t you all want to see what you’re going to miss?”
The howls, cat calls, and overall heated replies make Yunho harder in his pants but also makes his shoulders shrink on himself. How such a shy but bold man existed in the same body was beyond your comprehension, and you had lived at least three lifetimes already.
You deftly undo Yunho’s slacks and easily pull him from his slot in his boxer briefs. “Look at you,” you coo under your breath. For Yunho was exactly what anyone would be imagining: long, slightly thin width, a lovely curve, and a broad head to split whatever hole you wanted. “Such a pretty cock for a pretty man.”
“Please.” Yunho couldn't lift his head even if he wanted to. He was weighed down by everyone’s perception of him. And yet, his chest also swelled with the attention. “Look.”
You can hear a few altercations, and it seems like some of the staff have to hold back a few members from overcoming the stage. You grin to yourself. They could look but they couldn't touch. That was your privilege only.
So you do.
You grip Yunho loosely between your thumb and middle finger and run up his length. Yunho moans softly, thrusting up and seeking more friction than you’re currently committed to giving him. “I want--”
“I know what you want, pet. But you’re going to put on a show first.”
You bring Yunho to the edge a few times. You drink in the way he shudders every time you deny him his orgasm and the proceeding whine that he lost his climax. You wind his body tighter and tighter until it’s clear that he can barely hold back. He’s like a wind-up doll, and you’re ready to let him go.
“Ready, Yunho?” You seek to bring back his attention to you.
Yunho’s eyes are glassy and feverish. He’s practically delusional with the loss of his pleasure. “Ready for what?” He can not help but whine.
“Don’t you want my sweet, warm, wet cunt?” You tease.
Yunho growls and then pouts. “Don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it. I don’t want to get in trouble. I know you’re in charge right now.”
You cock your head. “Am I? Did you ask?”
Yunho raises his puppy-dog eyes. “I can… I can fuck you now?” His lower lip still trembles.
You tap your lower lip with the tip of your fingernail as if you’re contemplating it. “Yes.”
Yunho’s off that chair as soon as the one syllable hits the air. You’re currently sitting in it now. Yunho’s bunches up the skirt of your dress and is busy pulling his pants down until he frees his cock--and by proximity his ass. He enters your slicked-up walls with a loud groan that he doesn’t bother to bit down any longer. You’ve edged the shyness from your pet completely.
“So good so good so warm so wet yesssss,” Yunho hisses.
You wrap a hand around the nape of Yunho’s neck. “Now you know why I edged you, pet. One slip inside of me, and you would have come like an eager puppy. Way too soon for my tastes, I imagine,” you say into the shell of his ear.
Yunho shakes his head, flexes his ass, and begins to jackhammer inside of you. “I’m gonna come, just you wait. I’m going to fill you up.”
“Yes, but will you do anything for me?” You wonder out loud.
Yunho bares his neck immediately. “Bite me. Bite me while I’m inside of you. Please, please I can do both. I can fuck you and feed you. Give it to me.”
“Yunho, you know my bite is orgasmic. You know what happens if I bite you right now,” you remind him.
“Please, please, I wanna come,” Yunho’s back to pouty, though his pace inside of you has yet to lesson.
“Make me come, pet, and you can have what you want.”
Yunho’s jackhammering slows, but that’s because now he’s focused. Instead of his wants, he looks after yours. His thrusts become calculated, shallow, and sharper, looking to pass over the spot inside of you that will make you come undone for him. He bites down on his lip in focus this time. Darkness, he’s adorable even like this.
“Yes, pet, make me come in front of everyone. I will claim you as mine, solely and utterly. And then you will be mine eternally.”
Your back arches as your climax erupts inside of you at last. It’s wondrous and lovely. That’s when you bite onto Yunho’s shoulder and take his blood. Yunho cries out, and you feel as he fills you up with his withheld-come. He comes so hard and so long that you feel him leak out of you and onto the poor leather chair. Not that you’d be cleaning it up.
You neatly lick the holes where you had bit Yunho and pet him as he comes down from his high. You hold him close, knowing his shyness is about to kick in, let alone if he realizes that his ass has been on display this entire time as well.
“You did well, Yunho,” you whisper.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Yunho says at last.
“No, I think you’ll be getting all the thank yous from our little audience,” you tease.
“Mistress!” Yunho whines, digging his face deep into your neck.
That was more like it.
Master List ~ Day Eleven: Yeosang {Spit Kink} ~ Day Thirteen: Seonghwa {Deepthroating}
◇Au: isekai, fantasy, winged humanoid, fin humanoid, royalty
◇Trope: master/gift
◇Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
◇Word Count: 1,277
◇Warnings: spit kink, dom! Yeosang, rimming, oral (f), nipple play, clit play, sex with no protection, dumbification, wing play, fin play, mentions of aftercare
◇Master List ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey} ~ Day Twelve: Yunho {Public Sex}
“Open your mouth.”
“I beg your biggest fucking pardon?!” You demanded.
The king of the sea, Kang Yeosang, looked down upon you. Right down that regal nose of his. He was beautiful and the graphics of the game you had been isekai'd.
Somehow, unbeknownst to you, when you accepted the quest in your RPG game, you had accepted being sucked directly into the game. You were a random NPC now, not the main character, but somehow, it got worse.
Because you were a gift from the visiting king of the sky. A sub-species from the winged folk, you only had tiny wings that grew at the small of your back, ornamental really. And by gift, you meant, ‘given to be a part of his harem’. Lucky you.
“You can beg my pardon, certainly, but that does not excuse the fact that I just gave you a command, and you've yet to do as such.” His long, roughly shorn hair moved with the fins at his head in place of ears. He really was a piece of art.
Uncertain, and already on your knees, since you were kneeling for a king, you opened your mouth. Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Must I do all your thinking for you? Stick out your tongue.”
You do as commanded, and a soft sound comes from Yeosang’s throat. That’s when he gathered spit in his mouth and slowly allowed it to drip onto your waiting tongue.
“Swallow it,” He said huskily.
Your tongue rolled back into your mouth, and you swallowed. A tingle ran through you.
“You are mine now, bound by my bodily fluid. Blessed by the gods of the sea through my vessel, you shall be mine until I hereby release you.” The sound of a whale echoed through the grand room you were kneeling in, and you shivered. That sounded awfully… official.
“What now?” You couldn't help but ask.
“Now, I unwrap the gift San has given me.”
The king of the seas reached behind your neck and pulled at the quick-release knot there, allowing your shirt to unfold and reveal your body. You reached up to cover your breasts immediately, but Yeosang intercepted. His large hands wrapped around both your wrists, holding them out so he could admire your naked torso. Your nipples pebbled in response to his searing gaze.
“Lovely.”
Next, he yanked you upwards and spun you around, releasing your wrists so that he could run an admiring finger along the tiny wings. You cried out and clamped a hand over your mouth. “I’m sensitive there,” you said without realizing you knew this fact about yourself--this NPC version of yourself.
“Hands on the foot of the bed, gift,” Yeosang commanded.
You were naked but did as you were told. Was there really any point in fighting this if this was your narrative? Perhaps if you completed this ‘quest’ you would be able to leave this game.
Hands smoothing over your ass, Yeosang positioned you so your ass was sticking out enough. He balanced on the balls of his feet, crouched behind you.
“This is embarrassing,” You whined. “Do we have to do this?”
Yeosang spread your ass cheeks, and you squeaked in embarrassment. “I am going to bless you further.”
“Excuse you?!"
Yeosang gathered more spit in his mouth and then spit at your asshole. Seconds ticked by slowly as you felt it dribble down to your cunt. And there was that tingle again. Yeosang ran his finger tip around your asshole, spreading the spit there too.
“Please,” you murmured.
“I am not done yet, hush,” Yeosang commanded.
You whined still, as Yeosang licked at your cunt from behind. The feel of his slippery tongue along your folds, being able to stare at your glistening asshole, was making you want to sink into the tiled floor.
“Now you will lie on your back on my bed.” Yeosang stood up and folded his arms over his chest. His dark eyes watched your movement.
“I…” you pouted even though he couldn't see you as you moved on your hands and knees along the bed. “My wings. I can’t.”
“Hmmm,” Yeosang thought out loud. “This could be interesting.”
He surprised you once again by sliding under you as you kept yourself aloft with your hands and knees. He didn’t slide completely adjacent to your body. No, his head was at the same spot where your tits were. He licked his lips before lifting his head and encompassing a nipple into his mouth. They were extra sensitive immediately, and your arms shook, wanting to enfold yourself into this feeling. You were blessed with the same kiss to your other nipple.
Then, with a firm tug of your hips, he released your nipple, and now Yeosang had you straddling his hips. He cocked his head, the hint of a satisfied smile on his lips. “There’s one final blessing. Can you guess what it is, gift?”
You chewed on your lower lip but decided to go with your gut. You leaned downwards to press a kiss to Yeosang’s lips. He groaned into your mouth and immediately thrusted his tongue into your mouth, eager to explore it.
This was the final key that unlocked your libido. Your mind went almost numb with the tingle. All you could think about, all you could feel right now, was your cunt and ass and nipples demanding attention.
Yeosang released you from the kiss and spat into his cupped hand. He rubbed his spit along his shaft before guiding himself inside of you, and only then did you feel satisfied. His cock glided, spit slicking your very walls.
“So good,” You moaned, moving your hips.
“Ah, so now you’re eager,?” Yeosang teased, his stern, kingly mask slipping.
“Mmmm,” you hummed in agreement.
Running his hands along your fluttering tiny wings, Yeosang flexed his pelvis as you rode him. “I really like that,” you whispered.
“It’s so very intriguing to find out what makes you tick,” Yeosang vocalized.
The king decided you needed even more stimulation, so he sucked on one of your breasts as well. You arched your back, wishing for more, always more. You wanted it all. You wanted to ride his cock, and you wanted him to suck on your tits, and you wanted to come, oh gods, how you wanted to come.
“Soon, gift, soon,” Yeosang reassured you. Had you said that last part out loud?
You were frowning soon, as your climax was arching upwards but it was now arriving. “Yeo--yeo--yeosang?” You panted.
“It started with spit, and it must end as such,” Yeosang intoned.
Then, he sucked down on his thumb and brought it to your engorged clit, and brought you to your climax. You cried out loudly, your walls clenching down on him as you came. You had the privilege and the honor of watching as surprise took him. His hands gently, but firmly, clenched on your wings as he thrusted up into you, coming himself. His nose scrunched and you sighed in happiness. This was perfection.
“I understand…now… why I’m here,” you said.
“I think what you mean to say is, you’re thanking the gods of all the sky, sea, and land that you’ve been given to me. Because who can go back after experiencing that?” Yeosang smirked subtly. He wiped his face and was back to looking regal and gorgeous. “Well, gift? Shall we recline in my bathing pool? I should repay you for pulling your wings so much.”
You fondly ran your hand through Yeosang’s hair, following the fins there. Yeosang shuddered, closing his eyes, and when they opened, they were dark with lust again.
“Perhaps the cleaning will have to wait.”
Master List ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey} ~ Day Twelve: Yunho {Public Sex}
San raises his head slowly, the accompanying smirk not matching with his beat-up visage.
"You wait until my wife gets here. You're all fucked."
˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥIn which Choi San, your husband and left hand to the rebellion leader, is captured by Strictland soldiers. But they have no idea that you are coming to rescue them, and you're San’s better--and more ruthless--half.
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Vibes: sensual, slight yearning. and the title influence, of course
🌌Pairing: S-Class pilot! Choi Jongho x B-Class pilot! Reader (f)
🌌Au: sci-fi, space
🌌Trope: ex's to lovers, coworkers to lovers
🌌Genre: smut, angst, romance
🌌Rating: Rated 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
🌌Warnings: mentions of deep space (don't read if you have astrophobia), manhandling, soft kissing, breast and nipple play, sex without protection (condom nor anti-fertility aid), fingering, slight degradation, cum eating, the threat of choking, jongho is a romantic dom i take no arguments, slight praise kink, cock drunk, possessive jongho, creampie, cum play, space alters you
🌌Word Count: 4,152
🌌Summary: as a black hole resource gatherer, you and your ex have been divided in quality. it was the cause of your break up. but despite your insistence to deep dive without your regular partner, Jongho is determined to suck you back into his life
🌌A/N: after having this song on repeat and constantly making it my most listened to song, I finally completed this little love letter to this song that I adore. I'm excited to attack the rest of this album too. Please enjoy this ah-mazing Jongho fic
🌌Credits to @cafekitsune for the divider
🌌Changing Disc! Part One: Siren - Hyung Line | Apart of the Golden Hour Anthology | Next Track: Ice On My Teeth - YH
Black hole skimming was a lucrative business. All you needed was a specialty-outfitted single person ship and you could harvest many priceless elements and minerals from what used to be the galaxy's biggest mystery.
“Vixen, do you copy?” Jongho’s voice came through your comms.
You maneuvered your ship through a stream of what appeared like rainbow oil, watching as your meter showed that you were successfully gathering the expensive material.
“Copy, Bear. What’s your status?”
“I’m all full. Do you want to head back?”
“Mmmmm,” You thought out loud. “I’d like to bring back some star crystals too. I think I’m going to go deeper.”
You could practically hear the frown in Jongho’s voice, even though you couldn't see it. “Negative, Vixen, you know the rule is to always travel in pairs.”
You blew a raspberry into your mic. “That’s an old wives’ tale when no one truly knew what they were doing. I’m safe by myself. You head back. I’m going deeper.”
“Vixen, wait--!”
Jongho’s comms cut out as you hit your hyperspace throttle and went ‘deeper’ into the black hole. There were levels of the entity and typically radio waves didn’t travel through well.
“Finally, some silence,” You said to yourself.
On this level, it appeared a bit like a geometric plane. This was where the star crystals formed. You zoomed towards a bundle of star crystals and used an automatic arm to collect them. You tapped your fingers against the wheel rhythmically, waiting for the ship to do its work.
You spotted a ripple in the geometric spirals and then a ship appeared on the same plane you were on.
“Vixen!”
You sighed heavily and muted your comms. You were tired of being told what to do by Jongho.
“I know you can hear me!” Jongho huffed in frustration. “Why do you always do this? Pushing the envelope just for some money.”
“The world revolves around money, Jongho, you know that.” You replied, knowing full well your partner couldn't hear you.
“Yeah but if you’re dead you can’t exactly enjoy the fruits of your labour.”
Okay, that was freaky. You double checked your mute button and your satellite. Your mic was off and your satellite was not projecting anything. How the hell had he answered you then?
“Look, can we go back together once you’ve gathered enough crystals? Please?” Jongho pleaded with you.
Angrily, you turned back on your mic. “I don’t need you to hold my hand on the way home, Jongho,” You spat.
Jongho was silent for a moment. “I know,” he replied quietly. “It’s for me. I need the reassurance.”
Once your light turned green that you were all full of as many crystals you could gather, you flicked enough switches to retract any tools and go into full flight mode.
“Fine. What coordinates do you want me to put in?” You relented.
“2000-10-12.”
You punched the coordinates into your computer and allowed it to plot a course. You eased back your seat and folded your arms behind your head.
“When we get back--”
You interrupted Jongho once again. “I agreed to go back with you together but I did not agree to listen to you the entire way.”
With that, you turned off your wavelength you shared with Jongho, closed your eyes, and napped while your ship did most of the work getting back to the structure you two called home.
Your ship jostled as the landing bridge finally connected to your ship. You covered a delicate yawn and waited as your ship settled against the Horizon. Once the air pressure cleared, you hit the switch that released the upper window that acted as a shield and it popped open.
You climbed out of your ship and double checked with the dock master that all your minerals and elements were accounted for. They did a rough estimation of what you gathered and then credited it to your bank account.
You began to meander to the main hub but one big, burly man stopped you.
“Jongho--”
His hands descended on your upper arms and trapped you in place. “No, you listen to me. I know we’re not together anymore but I still care for you.”
You tried to yank your arms out of his grasp but the man’s hand strength was beyond your arm’s strength. Instead you simply jerked your body around.
“Well, that didn’t stop you from completely eclipsing me in harvesting some of the most rare minerals and moving up to S class hmmm?” You retorted.
Jongho gripped your chin firmly in one hand and made you meet his eyes. “What we do professionally doesn't have to affect us personally.”
“The hell it doesn’t,” You wrinkled your nose at the notion.
Jongho scratched the back of his head and let out a hefty sigh. “Look, you can buy all the drinks tonight, how about that?”
“Why thank you for the opportunity, your majesty,” You mocked him with a curtsy.
“If you don’t want to do this the easy way, then we’ll do this the hard way.”
Jongho grasped your hand and pulled you away from the entertainment core and headed towards the inhabitant’s alley instead.
You sighed in annoyance. It was always like this with Jongho. His ego never matched his abilities but he never believed that he was wrong at the same time. His confidence had been what drew you to him but you never believed that it would also be what ultimately drove the wedge between you two.
Having already learned that you couldn't fight his grip on you, you followed him dutifully to his room in the upper class pilot’s rooms. If you didn’t know better, you’d think Jongho was showing off. You had never been to his new suite, having broken it off with him after his ascension to S class.
The spotless white lines of his cabin were certainly envious; you couldn't help the pout that pulled at your lips.
“Sweetheart, listen--” Jongho had dropped your hand, pushing the other one through his hair and then stopping at the look on your face. An aw-shucks smile bloomed on his face. “I forgot you’ve never been here.”
You folded your arms under your chest. “Whatever you have to say, hurry up and get it off your chest. I want to get drunk. Preferably without my ex still clinging to me. And drop the damn pet name, while you’re at it. We are broken up, remember?”
“We shouldn’t be broken up!” Jongho argued.
You rolled your eyes. “Not this argument again,” You huffed as you sat down on Jongho’s couch that sunk into the floor.
“Yes, this argument again!” Jongho insisted. “Everything about us makes sense. We work the same job, we hold the same hours, we’re even partners in space when we go out! There’s no neglect, we understand the hardships. Others have time and space between their partners, resort to cheating, but we--”
You snorted. “You’re wrong. There’s so much space between us. I can only manage, at best, B Class, Jongho. Why would you resort to such a lowly partner? Doesn’t S Class give you better benefits than that? I hear--”
Jongho suddenly caged you between his arms, both palms flat against the cushion behind your back. “I told you, I don’t care about that!”
“Well I do!” You shouted back. “I don’t like being looked down upon! This is why we’re broken up; you shouldn’t be skimming through the space dust of your past.”
Jongho’s hand cupped your jaw. “You’re not my past, Sweetheart.”
You turned your head stubbornly out of Jongho’s grasp. “Well, you’re mine.”
“Why don't I reintroduce myself to your present then,” Jongho crooned.
Softly, tenderly, he kissed the side of your neck. And when you didn’t punch him, he placed another one higher up. And when you didn't remind him that you were broken up, he gripped your chin and pulled it downward.
“Let me make love to you here. Let's make new memories to bury the old ones.”
Jongho sealed his promise with a kiss. One that poured his ache of missing your presence. He pushed your body against the sunken couch like he wanted the material to be imprinted with your body.
“Jongho--” Your protests were muffled by your ex’s lips. “Wait--”
Jongho lips were parted slightly with his deep breaths, the sweet air stirring against your cheek. “I’ve waited so long for you.”
“This isn’t the answer!”
Jongho stared into your eyes, his gentle orbs pleading and reflecting more than even the black hole you skimmed from. “I need you. I need you again.”
“You don’t,” You whispered. “You don’t need anyone. You’re fully capable on your own.”
“All the rewards, all the privileges, aren’t worth it without you,” Jongho admitted softly.
You shook your head, refusing to hear the words that Jongho was saying. “That’s ludicrous.”
Jongho placed a gentle kiss on the corner of your lip. “It was all for you. I made myself the best for you. I wanted you to be proud of me. I wanted you to see what I could do.”
Your throat tightened with emotions that you refused to let spill. “This means nothing.” Your unspoken allowance for what Jongho wanted was in between the words you said.
Jongho groaned loudly, and then followed the seam of your lips with his tongue before kissing you again. His hands held your face in place as he ravaged your lips, as if the very oxygen he required to live in deep space came from your lips.
His hands pulled at the zipper of your one piece, and as soon as it hit your belly button, his hands were slipping against the side of your breasts to cup them. His thumb brushed your nipples, making them perk up immediately. A tiny moan built up in the back of your throat as he kissed down your neck and moved towards where his hands were making quick work of the tight sports bra that kept your breasts yet away from his palms.
Jongho let out a possessive growl and pushed the bra up so that his teeth and lips could encompass your breasts. A faint “fuck, these tits!” was uttered against your skin as he devoured your sensitive flesh. For your bastard of an ex knew that the key to making you wet was sucking on your nipples. He played with you until you were well sensitive and mewling for him to give you more.
Jongho lifted his head, his eyes this time defiant and blown with lust. “I’m filling you up.”
Your eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not--” You couldn't look him in the eyes and tell him you hadn't been fucking anyone else and had done away with the anti-fertility shots. It would take too much of your pride to say as much.
Jongho gripped your cheeks rather roughly, his need making his limps shake slightly. “I am filling you up, Sweetheart.”
You sucked your lips inwards. “You better make me come then.” Like that was even a question but your stubborn streak refused to let it be.
Jongho shoved his hands down your one piece, pushing the zipper down even further with his arm, as his fingers fluttered over your underwear. Your wet slit soaking through the fabric was a dead giveaway that Jongho would have no issues.
“So fucking wet for me,” Jongho cursed, rubbing his fingers along the wet spot, making it bigger.
“It’s not for you,” You argued.
Jongho cocked his head. “No?”
His meaty fingers, two at a time, pushed into your slick channel, working you into a frenzy immediately. Your legs fell open and your pelvis pushed upwards as he found your spot slightly inside.
“Jo-jongho,” You couldn't help but pant his name. “Tha-that’s not fair!”
“You said I had better make you come, did you not?” Jongho said in a low voice. He turned his head to watch as his fingers moved under your one piece. “You took two fingers quite easily. Have you become a loose girl since we broke up?”
Your broken moans as he filled you with a third finger filled the air. “How many dicks have you fucked to prove that mine means nothing to you, hmm, Sweetheart?”
One of your hands clasped Jongho’s neck to grip something, your nails digging into the skin there. “Too many to count,” You lied.
Your head lolled back as Jongho’s fingers increased their pace in an anger that was fueled by competition. “I bet they couldn't find your spot like I can. I bet they had no clue how to properly play with your body. I bet they were clumsy and unskilled and you had to rub one out as they snored beside you to find an orgasm.”
A flash of resilient irritation raced through you. “Not everyone can be like the great Choi Jongho.”
Regardless of your rebellious words, your body shook with an orgasm that wracked through you. Jongho’s fingers had brought you to conclusion, as he was fully capable of doing, and yet it was almost an empty promise. Because you felt the ache still deep within you; you still needed Jongho inside of you.
You swallowed the whine that threatened to escape you as Jongho removed his fingers. He slowly sucked on each of the three digits that had been fucking you, studying you with dark eyes. Jongho could teach even the most willful of lovers patience.
The man before you abruptly stood up and began to strip. He wasn’t showy, and a low blush always seemed to creep on his cheeks when he bared his skin, but his reasoning was always the sensation and not the reveal. Jongho needed skin against skin, although there was a sense of deep embarrassment for his body.
Which you would never understand, for it was muscled and thick and just the type that would have your cavewoman brain scream that he was the mate for you. It didn’t matter in the next moment, as Jongho was stripping you of your own uniform, and pushing your back against the seat of the couch.
He tapped his cock against your wet folds and raised his eyes slowly to meet yours. “If you ever turn your comms off again from me, I will invade your psyche so deeply you will not know where I end and you begin.”
The threat was otherworldly. You recalled the man being able to hear you even with the electronics turned off. You narrowed your eyes up at Jongho in disbelief.
Your breath caught as his free hand loosely cupped the front of your throat. “Do you hear me, Sweetheart?” He whispered in a tone that was not to be questioned.
“You are not my--”
“You will obey me in this regard.”
“How? Jongho, what the hell is going--?” The press of Jongho’s hand against the front of your throat and the head of his cock against your hole cut you off.
“You were mistaken in believing I simply went to S-class because of my skills,” Jongho said gruffly. “You will never cut off communication with me ever again, do you hear me?”
You nodded, for you found that was all you could do, your words cut off with a double threat.
With that, Jongho’s hand moved down to press on your sternum, holding you in place as he pushed inside of you. A silent cry opened your mouth as he dove into you, deep, stretching you even though he had prepped you with three fingers.
His head tipped, his chin finding his chest, as he admired his cock disappearing inside of you. “That’s it, Sweetheart. Taking me so well.”
His shallow thrusts had your eyelashes fluttering. “Jongho,” You whimpered.
Jongho’s hips did all the work, allowing his other hand to grasp your breast freely. His other hand still held you back against the couch, almost as he didn’t trust you to not flee the pleasure he was giving to you.
“This is all I have ever wanted,” Jongho said gruffly. Your head snapped upwards to see the moisture that was gathering in his lashes. “I need you, I need you,” He chanted.
You could not look at Jongho’s naked emotion while he fucked you good. His pain cut through you sharper than any diamond-edged tool. Your pain at being left behind--at being eclipsed--paled in comparison to his.
“Fuck you,” You cried out weakly.
“You are, Sweetheart,” Jongho replied cruelly, a slight smirk, the only ego he ever possessed, ghosting his pink lips.
Your nails dug into his forearm as it bunched to hold you in place. You were now purposely testing him. “Fuck. You.”
Anger flashed through his eyes. “Does your stubbornness know no bounds? You are practically sucking my cock into your sweet hole and yet you refuse to acknowledge everything I give you?”
Your next stretch of words were lost in a choked off groan as Jongho’s hips changed position. One of your legs was pushed up to your chest and Jongho used his weight to keep it pinned against you. This deep angle change was more than you could handle mentally.
Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you became a babbling mess as he fucked you well and good. “See how much better you are, dumb on my cock?” Jongho whispered, fingers twisting your nipples now. “Isn’t this where you belong? Below me, around me, taking me?”
All your answers were simple cries as your climax built and built, Jongho threading your purpose in this world to simply come. Your legs wrapped around his waist, needing him to make you climax more than your pride dared speak. But Jongho knew your language, knew your body, could feel you tightening around him, rightly so.
He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Come around my cock, you have my permission.”
And your treacherous body did so. You screamed his name, his body restraining you against the couch, as you writhed for him. Since your walls clamped down around him, and you so sweetly cried out his name, Jongho came inside of you, a grunt his only allowance although you longed to hear his cries as well. Your pleasure lapped at your nerves as you felt his hot cum fill you up, just as he had promised.
His sweaty chest pushed up against yours, his hard against your soft, until he pulled back. Not to separate your bodies, but to admire as his cum leaked out of you, pushing out weakly as your climax ebbed.
An errant finger swirled through your folds, making a further mess of your cunt, just the way Jonghjo preferred it. “This is the state in which you belong,” Jongho said with faint awe.
Your pride flared even though you had barely caught your breath. “Below you, branded by you, ever at your beck and call?” Your throat tightened with bitter emotion once again. “I fucking hate you, Choi Jongho.”
Jongho’s face screwed up in frustration. “No, you stubborn--I love you!”
“You don’t love me,” Your lower lip threatened to tremble. “You want to own me. Your possession has been too long from you.”
Jongho grabbed your hand, and although you struggled to take it back, he was still too strong for you. He placed it against his chest, not yet dry from your love making. His heart beat there, behind your palm. “Yes, you are mine, but do you not know that I am yours?”
“You simply state words to placate me, Jongho.”
“I simply state the obvious, Sweetheart,” Jongho said forlornly.
This time, Jongho let you push him away. He watched in silence as you gathered your discarded clothing in your arms.
“You won’t stay?” Jongho asked quietly.
You shook your head. “I long for a shower in my cabin. It’s smaller but this large space feels quite cold.”
Jongho nodded with no resistance. “I will see you tomorrow, then.”
Defeated, you quickly pulled on your clothing, and dashed out of Jongho’s room. You almost crashed into a few S-class pilots, you sent you a look as if you were scum under their boots. You pushed onwards, unwilling to meet their skeptical gazes.
“Can you believe that one?” You heard them murmur behind you as you briskly walked down the hallway.
“Still clinging to someone above her station,” another replied back.
“Pathetic.”
They only spoke every goddamn fear that your inner voice whispered to you all the time. You’d request for a transfer as soon as you got back to your pod. You could no longer suffer working with Jongho. It was time to end things, professionally, once and for all.
The mission chief laughed in your face the next day. “You’re only B-class. Those missions are reserved for S-class, you know that, Vixen.”
“But, sir--!” You protested.
“Besides, your S-class partner has chosen you, for whatever his reasons are, and his word is law. You can try taking it to a tribunal, but they’ll only scoff at you. What other B-class pilot would throw away their chance to gather with an S-class? You have opportunities some of the other classes only dream of. You’re out of your mind.”
Your fury practically seeped from your pores by the time you had made it to the hanger for your daily mission into space. Jongho opened his mouth to hail you down but you ignored him and hopped into your ship, slapping the button to close the shield over you in firm resolve to not speak to your partner.
“Vixen, do you copy?” Jongho walked through a pre-deep space launch test in his ship.
“Copy, Bear,” You confirmed in a clipped tone.
“Today, we’re set to gather 40% dust, 30% gas and--”
“I want to deep dive today,” You cut Jongho off.
A long pause followed and you almost thought Jongho was going to refuse you outright. For he knew best, as the S-class pilot, didn’t he? Then, “Copy that, Vixen. Prepare for Deep Dive.”
You flicked switches and set for hyperspace. “Coordinates?”
“2018-10-24,” Jongho said without delay.
Both of your ships took off, in sync without even having to verbalize it. All you knew was Jongho and his flying habits. Perhaps your commanding officer was correct. Maybe you were crazy trying to look for another partner to fly with.
“Listen, about yesterday--” Jongho began.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” You cut him off.
“Well, you don’t have to talk about it, but I’m going to,” Jongho insisted. “You keep bringing up the fact that you think i’m above you or that you’re below me--”
“--because I am,” You replied tonelessly.
“--so I think I know how I can fix that.”
“Wha--?” You don’t have time to question Jongho because your ships have finished warming up and shoot through hyperspace, straight through the middle of the black hole, and immediately to its center.
You look around, clocking the seemingly central mass that looks a bit like an island. “Jongho, I’ve never--”
No one but S-class pilots have been this deep
There was that odd occurrence of Jongho sounding like he was speaking directly inside of your brain, instead of hearing him through your ears.
You licked your lips nervously. “What does this mean?”
Go to the island. You’ll find out.
You push forward your throttle, guiding your ship towards the central mass. It was just like an island, with crystal or rock formation that looked exactly like an hourglass. The closer you got, the more the air around you seemed to warp; not just the space outside of your ship but inside too.
Then when you were close enough that you could actually examine the hourglass, you felt like you were being mentally sucked into it. You were no longer in your ship, but floating like a consciousness. You couldn't see Jongho or his ship anymore. But you could feel his presence.
I was hoping it would accept you too.
Accept me too?
All S-class pilots experience this. We don’t know why it happens but you become an S-class pilot because we can reach the centre of the black hole. It makes us… different… unique… that’s why we’re S-class
The epiphany dawned on you: Jongho had just ensured that you were no longer beneath him.
The major upset of your emotions shot you back to your body in your ship. Tears streamed down your face, happiness and elation making you feel like you were on cloud nine.
Why?
I love you was all the reply Jongho needed. Now we can be together.
You scoffed under your breath. This was utterly ridiculous. And yet… you didn’t feel an ounce of disingenuity.
Thank you
For some reason unbeknownst to you, Jongho switched back to comms. “So… your place or mine next time?”
Cocky little shit. But he was your cocky little shit at least.
🌌Changing Disc! Part One: Siren - Hyung Line | Apart of the Golden Hour Anthology | Next Track: Ice On My Teeth - YH
ohhh the agnsty jealousy is yummy in this one FACK I wouldn't be able to resist him if he glanced at me, how MC gunna resist him practically worshipping them, OMG.
Jongho being possessive, assertive, and a tiny bit mean 🫣🥰 I just MMMHHHHHHMMMM
“You will obey me in this regard.”
YES SIR FACK (post read note: does he like ... also say this in MC head, or is it just emphasized in italics? I could help but notice.... )
“This is all I have ever wanted,” Jongho said gruffly. Your head snapped upwards to see the moisture that was gathering in his lashes. “I need you, I need you,” He chanted.
You could not look at Jongho’s naked emotion while he fucked you good. His pain cut through you sharper than any diamond-edged tool. Your pain at being left behind--at being eclipsed--paled in comparison to his.
OMG, IM OVERWHELMED 😭😵💫 and then the bit of ego afterwards AHHH you're tossing my emotions all over BRO
He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Come around my cock, you have my permission.”
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
oh and we are back to fighting omg I feeling like I'm on that one amusement park ride that only goes up and down... and my chest is just free falling 😵💫
oh OH HE DID THAT BRO my EMOTIONS... I've lost them in deep space omggggg
fuck I ate that UP.... maybe a little too fast omg jonghooooooooo ( I want to add this little note, but when you originally posted this I went to listen to the song cause I couldn't recall it for some reason. TURNS OUT I had the entire album liked except this one, I don't know if i accidentally unliked it but had to replay it a few times. AND I was pissed cause the song is so good and I was so LATE. now it plays more often than I care to admit lol)
There's a small amount of people that enjoy jongho so im so grateful you read this and enjoyed this!!!
And you're right, the italized part was in her head! Hes flexing his powers lmao NO HOW COULD YOU HAVE DEEP DIVE UNLIKED AHHHHHH okay but this kind of jongho was so fun to write! Honestly I was happy to get Jongho for this song and do him justice.
⛩️Summary: during your nightly sweep of the rooms in the castle for your pack, a loud noise allows you to experience what is taboo for a Beta
⛩️Pairing: Alpha! Baron! Jeong Yunho x Beta! Servant! Reader (f)
⛩️Rated: 18+, Minors/ageless blogs do not interact (you will be blocked)
⛩️Genre: smut
⛩️Au: abo, shifter, supernatural, historical, nobility
⛩️Trope: forbidden love, noble/servant
⛩️Warnings: rut, partial shifting, shredding a bed, petname (little one), yunhos a soft dom, sex with no protection, knotting, size kink, clit play, breast play, position changes, scent references, Wolf dominance play, cervix kisses, rough sex, soft sex, praise kink, begging, dom aftercare, hand kink, belly swell from being filled with cum (?)
⛩️Word count: 2,578
⛩️Author's Note: was reading some abo and had the itch to write some myself. I don't control this muse okay, they control me
⛩️Divider by @cursed-carmine
You are doing your evening rounds of cleaning when you hear a crash coming from one of the major suites. Knocking politely, you open the door to make sure everything is alright in the room you hear the abrupt noise from.
Immediately, your olfactory senses are overloaded with a strong smell of dark chocolate and sweet blood orange. Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve just stumbled onto an Alpha going into a rut.
“My lord, my apologies, I will go send for an Omega for you.” You curtsy without raising your head.
There were few rules in this castle, in this pack you belonged to. As a Beta, you knew how to survive, and one of them was to never let an Alpha believe you’re challenging them and that involved not meeting their gaze.
“Wa-wait…” Panting fills the air as you keep your eyes on the floor. Your name is whimpered and you can’t help but look up.
Lord Jeong, known as Yunho to his friends, Baron of the Ghost district, shreds his bed with his partially shifted claws.
“My lord.” You wait for him to further instruct you. Perhaps he’d prefer to go hunting to work through his rut. Not every Alpha wanted to fuck through it. Violence came easily to an Alpha.
“You clean my rooms, don’t you?” Yunho says in a strained voice. He wobbles to his feet. He’s sweating profusely.
“My lord, I do my best to keep my smell off of everything. Please allow me to leave you to this.” You begin to tremble. Yunho had a quiet rage that you feared over the louder version of Lord Park.
“You mistake my intent,” Yunho clarifies. “I recognize your smell.”
You rub your lips together. “I do use the soap that is given to all Betas. My apologies, I will do better.”
Yunho shakes his head, rubbing his face and laughing softly. “It’s a good smell, little one.”
Your spine becomes ramrod straight. “My lord, this is improper. You know the rules.”
“I do,” Yunho’s raspy voice caresses places inside of you that no sound should be able to touch. “I also know that my word is law in my domain. And this room is my domain upon the commencement of a rut.”
“Of course, my lord, but--”
Yunho’s hand descends on your shoulder. “Do I repulse you, Beta?”
You shake your head quickly. “No, my lord, of course not.”
“Yunho,” The Baron corrects you, wishing to disburse all of the civilities. This did not bode well.
“Yunho, if I may be frank--”
“--if your boldness is followed by a declination to my unspoken proposal, I do wish you would lie sweetly to my face, little one.”
A whine builds in the back of your throat. In fact, you tilt your head, begging for forgiveness. “Please, my lor--Yunho. I mean no disrespect.”
Yunho’s hand travels up your shoulder and thumbs the scent gland on your neck. You may be a Beta and not secret the same way an Omega or Alpha does, but you are still a wolf. “Then don’t disrespect me,” Yunho murmurs, his tone low and with an edge of rasp.
You lower your head further. “Yes, my lord.”
Yunho’s hand fully cups your neck, and he uses his thumb to push your head up so that you’ll meet his eyes. His eyes are hooded, and his lips plump. “That’s much better. Now drop the ‘my lord’ part, and you’ll be perfect for me.”
Your lips part in surprise. “Yunho, an Omega is much better suited for your rut. Shouldn’t you enjoy--”
You squeak as Yunho’s hand squeezes your throat in warning. “My wolf says that you’re what it wants, Beta.” Yunho leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear. “Shall I seduce you some more.” Yunho’s thumb moves with the bob of your Adam’s Apple. He chuckles darkly at the motion.
“No, Yunho,” you whisper back.
You’re surrounded by the bitter smell of dark chocolate and the sweet tartness of a blood orange. It’s intoxicating. It’s invigorating. It’s capable of making you wet between your legs with a single, swift, sniff. Your wolf wants to posture itself, nose down, ass up. Your submission is apparent in your body language. You almost melt against the Alpha.
Yunho’s nostrils flair. His pupils are blown. And his lips descend upon yours. He’s licking at the seam of your lips and then chasing your tongue with his own. The slow, wet kisses excite you in the way that chased smooches in the nooks of the castle never had. He moans deeply into your mouth.
Your back finds the door as Yunho searches for a surface to push you against. His body is tight and ready, the rut hitting him with waves of lust. You’re surprised you’re not already naked at his insistence.
His other free hand pulls at the ties of the front of your dress, and soon your breasts are spilling from your loose top. His hand cups your breast just from underneath, avoiding your nipple. Your skin pebbles from the temperature difference of the cool castle air and Yunho’s overheated palm.
“I need more,” Yunho murmurs into your kisses.
“Of course, my lord.”
Yunho growls at the formal sentence. His eyes sharpen down on you. “Little one, are you trying to distance yourself from me? Because I will be so deep inside of you, you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
“Old habits die hard, m--Yunho, I’m sorry. Please, give me a chance to--”
Yunho’s hand begins to lift your skirts quickly. His claws are gone, but that doesn’t take away from his long, nimble fingers that have no trouble finding the patch of hair between your legs. He strokes the strip almost reverently before sliding down further.
“You’re wet. Good.” Yunho says.
You whine at the statement. You feel your face getting heated. This was embarrassing. You weren’t usually this eager. Your body wasn’t made to take an Alpha in a rut; you weren’t an Omega with built-in slickness.
Yunho goes back to kissing you, feasting on your lips like your oxygen is what he needs specifically. In the meantime, he wets his finger with your cum and slowly rubs your clit between two pads of his fingers.
He smirks against your lips as your hips cant towards his touches. “Do you want this, little one?”
It’s now you who are panting against Yunho’s lips. You adjust your stance, allowing for better access for Yunho’s fingers. His chest rumbles under your hand, an inbetween of a purr and a growl. “I asked you a question? Or are you already scent-drunk?”
Your head swims, and you lick your lips. Your hands make a fist against Yunho’s flowing shirt. “Yunho, I--”
Yunho knocks his head against yours. “You can do it, Beta.”
“It feels good,” you whine.
Yunho’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he bites down on his lip. “I don’t think I can hold it back any longer.”
“I… I can take it.”
Yunho’s reserve crumbles at your words. He hefts you over his shoulder and then tosses you like a bag of potatoes onto his goose-down bed. His body covers yours immediately, pausing only a moment to remove his shirt over his head. Then he’s pressing down against you once again. The next is his pants, the buttons popping off at his quick insistentness and shoved down to his thighs.
You spread your legs, pulling your skirts up for Yunho, but it seems like he does not want to take you face to face. He’s got a hand on your hip and flips you to your front. With your nose against his sheets, you realize you’re in the position your wolf had endeavored for.
Yunho’s hands tremble over the globes of your ass. “You smell so good, little one.”
You’d have liked to respond, eager to know what exactly you smell like for him, but the words are stolen from your throat as you feel Yunho’s cock rubbing against your wet folds. You push backwards instinctively and Yunho groans.
His voice wobbles as he swallows somewhat dryly. “I need to be in your tight heat. I need it so badly. The tight coil in my stomach demands it, Beta.”
You’re not sure if Yunho is asking or demanding, but you’re certain he is desperate for it. You reach between your legs and spread your outer lips invitingly. “It’s okay, my lord. I can do it.”
Yunho’s cockhead doesn’t flirt with your hole. He pushes into you without further adieu and you both moan loudly in unison. He’s thick and nothing could have prepared you for the stretch. Yunho does his best to allow shallow thrusts, working into you, but the grip on your hips tells you that he’s not going to be able to hold that for very long.
“Little one,” Yunho moans with a deep tone. “You’re squeezing me.”
“Nay, my lord, you’re the one that’s pushing against every inch of my walls,” you decline with a tight throat.
You whine as he pushes in even deeper, this time slipping further than just a little bit in one quick, fluid motion. He’s not at the end of you yet, but with one long pull out, suddenly he’s kissing your cervix.
“M-my lord,” You cry out, hands searching for purchase.
Heat encompasses your back as Yunho covers you with his long body. His hands intertwine with your hands, squeezing you back.
“I’m here, little one, I’m here.” At this angle, Yunho isn’t able to pull back as much as he was before. His subtle thrusts, whoever, begin to rub against a part of you that makes you whine.
“Are you still holding back?” You whisper.
“You are so tiny beneath me,” Yunho purrs this time.
You whimper at the thought of Yunho enjoying how much smaller you are to him. “Still. I am confident I can take you. If you hold back too much with the rut, you know it will come back ten times harder. Please, my lord--”
“Beta, are you determined to push my buttons?” Yunho says in a hushed tone. “Say my name.”
“Yunho, Yunho, please,” you beg. “Fuck me.”
With a growl, Yunho’s heat leaves your back slick with sweat. His hands grip your hips in a bruised promise, and then he begins to thrust into you at a tempo that steals your breath away. You become non-verbal, unable to focus on anything other than the cock that was pushing against your inner walls.
“Beta, Beta, you’re so good for me.” Yunho sounds a little drunk himself, although surely his version was drunk in his own rut. Instinct overtaking sound thought. “This tight little heat of yours is taking care of me so well. Your soft curves make me feel like I should protect you. You’re making my wolf want to sing into the night.”
“Yu-yu-yu!” You’re not even able to finish his name, his thrusts making your words choppily fall from your lips. You whine instead, the only noise being able to encapsulate just how good you feel in this moment.
“My knot--oh, please be a good girl and take my knot,” Yunho begs. “Can you? Can you take my knot?”
Your breathing isn’t coming out in measured steps any longer. “I want--I can--my lord, are you going to knot me?”
There’s a part of your brain, the one that is so squeezed against the side of your skull, with only room for the feeling of Yunho’s cock fucking you so damn good. You know that an Alpha should not be knotting you. He’s fully capable of filling you up with his seed--not that you’re very fruitful but still--it was not a celebrated pup, one born from an Alpha and a Beta.
“It’s perfect for you, I promise. It’ll make you feel so good,” Yunho whines.
You feel the starting of his swelling knot at your entrance as Yunho somehow finds even more room inside of you. “Yu-Yunho, are you sure?”
“Please take my knot, little one. I wanna hear your breathy whine when it stretches you,” Yunho whispers almost reverently into the air, like knotting was sacred to him.
You can’t quite say no to that. You can refuse it, certainly, but your lower body tightens at the temptation. You’ve never felt a knot before, but you’ve overheard an Omega or two gossiping about the ones they’ve taken with sweet sighs.
“Please,” you acquiesce, and Yunho moans in response.
“It’ll be so good for you,” Yunho insists. “My knot will treat you so well.”
At that point, Yunho’s flipping you to your back. Being face to face with him is a whole other scenario. His hair is simply plastered to his head. His ears and cheeks and chest are red with his heat and pleasure. He won’t stop biting down on his plush lips. You didn’t even realize that the Alpha hadn't even removed himself from inside of you, slyly keeping you locked down on his cock as he switched positions.
“I want to see your face when you take it,” Yunho admits. “We’ll be locked together for hours.”
You nod almost imperceptively. “Okay.”
With Yunho’s large hands palm down on your thighs, he puts his all into helping you take his knot. It swells to a size that makes you moan again. Each measured thrust has it pushing against your walls, further and further. The play against that good spot inside of you has you wondering what exactly you’re in for. You take it inch by slow inch until suddenly it pops inside of you.
You scream with pleasure as the pressure of the knot against your spongey spot sends you over the moon. You come and come, and whine, and come some more. Your walls tease and tempt Yunho, and with a loud, lusty groan, the Alpha spills himself inside of you. Even with the plug, the amount of cum is a lot. You both watch in confusion and wonder as your belly swells briefly, for the cum has nowhere to spill out.
The tip of Yunho’s fingers tentatively explores the bump. “You took me so well, little one. Look at how you swell with my seed.”
You squirm slightly. “It’s--”
Yunho’s panting above you, slowly coming down from his high. His rut isn’t over--one orgasm wasn’t going to satisfy it--but in between waves, his eyebrows furrow in concern.
“Yo’ure not hurt, are you?”
You send him a tired smile. “No, my lord.”
Yunho pushes his lips out. “Still?”
“Yunho,” you say softly. “When you wake up tomorrow, you shouldn’t feel guilty.”
“No?” Yunho wonders somewhat hesitantly.
“No,” You shake your head. “Will you sleep now?”
Yunho covers a yawn at your prompting. “I am a little worn around the edges.”
The large Alpha slouches against your body, covering you completely, as if filling you wasn’t enough. He smacks his lips tiredly and tucks his face into the crook of your neck. His lips briefly kiss your scent gland before murmuring something about you smelling like air-dried laundry on a sunny day.
You rub his back soothingly. It might be an hour or two before his knot would decrease but his cock would be ready for round two. Your body may not be built for handling a rut but you’d do your best. For Yunho’s sake. It made your stomach flutter at keeping Yunho pleased.
a Topaz ABO fic?! i have been meaning to read this and here it is omgggggg. now i wanna write some abo. this is unfair :'(
but i am also obsessed with this Yunho! and i see the mention of your other nemesis xD if i remember correctly you arent the biggest fan of pregnancy tropes or accidental pregnancies. i personal like them as a way for forced proximity leading to found family troupes but for you i wonder lol
if u did a part two id be the devil on your shoulder to go the scandal route and turn it into a threesome with another unhappy Lord that is mad he didnt get to the maid first ;D if u wanted to torture yourself
yet this was so good. the belly swelling, overload of cum, the cervix kissing. the soft dom Yunho with the fucking PUPPY POUT BECAUSE I CAN PICTURE IT. Lord have mercy i love it (im melting)
also your description of Yunho after he flips her is diabolical. i am charging you for the mental damage that image is going to leave with it's constant presence in my psyche. rood
You should write some ABO then!!! I encourage because im having fun with mine.
Hmmmm I think im in the camp of the dirty talk/threat of getting pregnant is hot but the actual fact of it happening isnt exactly my cup of tea. But it can be useful here and there, like you said, with found family and forced proximity 😍
I am absolutely not doing a part two with my arch nemesis... he will get his own part and hopefully long down the road after I write sans 🤣 so no idea fairy influences today miss ma'am 🫵
I mean I can write mean yuyu and Dom yuyu but something about him being so caring and worrying after being domineering, that slapped. You and me both know the dom aftercare is a rare written thing but a fun thing to explore
Yeah that description after he flipped him was wonderful. Its Canon for me to always include yunhos red ears 🥲 BUT IM GLAD I CAUSED YOU DAMAGE CUZ YOUVE BEEN a LITTLE SHIT RECENTLY 😝😂😂😂
And agreed on the pregnancy. I don't like it if it's just there unless epilogue. I am also more partial to mpreg cuz I feel like I can enjoy pregnancy tropes better without throwing in the female struggles or maybe just cuz I prefer subby men so it's not a loss of their character to become a mother? [As i feel like it can be uselessly demeaning to female leads of a pregnancy trope if it's misused]
Speaking of mpreg that is why i love ABO and believe it or not I have written one ^^ it was for a friend's birthday and I believe I still posted it here but it's woosan. If i wrote straight ABO it would Def be with female alpha reader 😋
NOW ONTO THIS YUNHO. I love mean dom yuyu as much as the next but PUPPY DOM Yunho personally wrecks me cuz i love a good, obsessed, puppy boy that would beg for his love and be just enough of a menace... here I am spilling my yuyu secrets but I guess I'll just have to as penance for being a little shit as you say xD
🛰Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)
🛰Genre: action, romance
🛰Au: sci fi, soldier
🛰Trope: who hurt you
🛰Word Count: 954
🛰Rating: 18+, MDNI
🛰Warnings: physical violence, mentions of low self-confidence, mentions of behind the back talk,
🛰Summary: when Hongjoong sees you after a physical fight, there's nothing stopping him from giving as good as you got.
🛰Author's Note: This is another comfort fic. Hongjoong may not burn the world for you like Wooyoung, but he would definitely never let any injustice against you go unpunished
🛰divider by @cursed-carmine
“Where are they?” Hongjoong said so quietly that it was almost discernible if you didn’t hear the barely-withheld rage beneath the words.
You put both hands on Hongjoong’s arms in an attempt to calm him down. “I started the fight,” you argued.
Hongjoong grinned, slow and maniacal. “Well, I’ll end it then.”
“Hongjoong.”
He shook his head, almost as if he was looking to shake your mental hold on him. “No, do you see yourself right now?”
Your tongue moved up to lick the blood that was flowing from your nose. You had caught a glimpse of yourself in the windows of the common travel tube that circled the space station. You looked like you had the shit kicked out of you. “Yes, and I earned it.”
You watched as Hongjoong’s fingers curled into his palms, still signs that he was holding back his full anger. “I will return it twofold to them,” he vowed.
You snickered under your breath. “Jongho doesn’t look that much better right now. I highkicked him so hard in the chest, he barely could breath after--”
You realized your mistake belatedly. You had let the person’s name slip that had beat you up. You shot out your arm to stop Hongjoong but he easily dodged out of your grasp.
“Shit,” You cursed and ran after him.
Unable to keep up with a man on a mission, you arrived too late. Jongho was already on the ground, blood streaming from a wound on his head.
“Get up,” Hongjoong crooned lowly.
Jongho’s venomous eyes moved towards you. “You just had to involve him, didn’t you?”
Hongjoong’s hand snapped out, gripping the front of Jongho’s shirt. “I’m your opponent right now, or did you forget that after I headbutted you?”
Jongho brushed the back of his hand across his lips. “Look, I have no quarrel with you, Hongjoong.”
“That’s too bad for you, because I’ve one with you,” Hongjoong said before he roundhouse kicked Jongho in the head again. “Now stand up and fight me. I look forward to grinding you into a pulp.”
Jongho stood up and they squared off. Jongho was calm and collected, one of the best fighters on the spaceship. He began to bob and weave, boxing with Hongjoong. In contrast, Hongjoong was pulling more mixed martial arts, adapting and combining moves and strategies from his mind. It was muscle memory versus brains. Jongho did not let Hongjoong beat the shit out of him. Not that you had, but Jongho seemed more determined to keep his head about the boiling water that was Hongjoong’s temper right now. Hongjoong, on the other hand, shouted and spewed barbed words at Jongho. It was actually calm versus enraged.
“Eat this,” Hongjoong sneered, knocking Jongho out cold.
Another soldier or two checked on Jongho, looking to drag him to the dearest med-bay. Hongjoong turned, shit-eating grin triumphant on his revenge. “See?”
Your arms were crossed under your chest. Hongjoong’s determination melted a little. “What?”
“Do you know why I started a fight with Jongho?” You said.
Hongjoong worried at his lower lip with his teeth. “No.”
“No,” You confirmed. “Because you let your anger get the best of you and you didn’t even bother to wonder why I started a fight with Jongho.” You turned your head stubbornly away from the man that had just dragged your pride through the proverbial mud. “How am I going to prove anything if you keep intimidating others on my behalf?”
“Darling,” Hongjoong said in a sing-song voice, rushing to your side, and cradled your head between his bloody-knuckled hands. “I can’t help myself.”
“Do you only see me as someone to protect? Do you not see me as an equal?” You couldn't help but wonder.
“Of course not,” Hongjoong said, shaking his head. “Never.”
“Then why?” This time this sentence came out with a slight wobble. You couldn't help yourself.
“Please, please don’t cry.” Hongjoong pushed his lips to yours, his only strategy to distract you. “I can’t stand around and do nothing when you look like you were tortured. I can’t. My heart burns for you, it melts in the middle of my chest right now, just because you sound like you’re hurting.” Hongjoong peppered you with kisses again; as if they had healing properties, and they could shoot straight to your bruised heart. “Please, don’t cry, my darling.”
You put a firm hand on Hongjoong’s chest and pushed him back. “Look at me, Hongjoong. I asked for this. I wanted to pit myself against Jongho. He’s been saying some shit about me.” Hongjoong’s eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared in response. “No, don’t you go and find him again, listen to me. I threw myself into that fight. I needed to know where I stood. And as it turns out, I’m nowhere near good as you or him. So I’m going to continue to throw my skills at the walls of other soldiers. You’re going to find me like this more and more.”
Hongjoong pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes but you could see his smile. “Then Jongho will have to continue to meet my fists. And my feet. And my head.”
“Hongjoong,” You said it with the fierceness of all your pride.
“My darling,” Hongjoong breathed. “As I must accept that you will throw yourself into harms way, you must accept I will throw myself in harm's path. I will never let you bleed without harming that which hurt you.”
You took a deep breath and let it out through your nose. “Well, I guess we should clean up then. I'm sure the med-bay is already having enough to deal with with Jongho.”
the "who hurt you" trope?! with HONGJOONG?! THIS WAS FOR ME
im kicking myself for not seeing this earlier. omgggg. rip baby bear but watching Hongjoong beat the shit out of anyone because they hurt me? oh what a dream >.<
i love this so much and this is very you coded Topaz <3
I benefit the most frfr. But yes my ghost. A protective ready to throw hands for you hongjoong? Peak. Guilty pleasure. Will have me on my knees in an instant.
Why don't I write this more? What is wrong with me.
But yes 3 fics in and dead. Like a triple kill. K.Oed xD this fic was the "FINISH HER/FATALITY"
I just know when I write a Hongjoong fic, you're first in line to enjoy it with me 🥰 ahhhhh you and me enjoying this man kicking us for us will always bring us together
🌿Pairing: Bunny Familiar! Park Seonghwa x Witch! Reader (f) ft Warlock! Hongjoong and Familiar! Wooyoung
🐇Genre: smut
🌿Au: fantasy, modern fantasy, witch, modern witch, hybrid
🐇Trope: witch/familiar
🌿Inspo: taken from netflix's sabrina the teenage witch by way of familiars
🐇Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!!
🌿Word Count: 4,129
🐇Warnings: (hold onto your tits its a long one) mxm (happens offscreen but mentioned frequently), mean! dom! reader, sub! hwa, sloppy seconds, mentioned anal, mentioned tail tugging, mentioned praise, degradation, tail play, hair pulling, mentions of animal sacrifice(not described), monster cum gathering, dacryphilia, tear consuming, washing a grown man, dry cum on fur, mentioned biting, fingering (m), begging, orgasm denial, threat of nails against cock and balls, sub-headspace, jealous sub turns dom, dubcon, manhandling, sex without protection, lip biting, possessive fucking, claiming with cum(?), creampie, praise kink, cum eating, cleaning a cock after it fucked you with your mouth, using bodily fluids for spells
🌿Summary: when your bunny familiar comes home with a dirty tail, you know exactly what happened but part of the punishment is getting him to admit it... and by cleaning his tail
🐇Beta'd by: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland
🌿Author’s Note: this is my walk of shame. i've been 5 months seonghwa sober (no natural inspiration to write him) and this was the straw that broke the camels back. all because i have a ddeongbyeol and i noticed that it's tail was getting dirty 😭 enjoy my misery
🐇divider by @cursed-carmine
“Bun,” you clucked your tongue in disappointment as you ran a hand up your familiar's tail. “How in the world did you get your tail so dirty?”
Seonghwa, the bunny shifting familiar, was currently in your large square tub, the water running and the bubbles frothing, on his hands and knees. He was trembling, not in fear or cold, but because of how you were touching his very sensitive tail.
He licked his lips nervously before replying. “I--” he cut his own self off by moaning as you smoothed it down after pushing it up. “Please.”
You clucked your tongue again. “This isn't going to do, at all.”
Seonghwa whined as you started to stroke up his tail again. His thighs quivered. “I'm sorry my tail is so dirty.”
You shook your head. “That's just not good enough, Seonghwa. I spent so much time grooming you and you let Joongie get you so dirty?”
Seonghwa began to tear up. “It felt so good. He kept tugging my tail and he fucked me so good. He called me a good bunny. I am a good bunny.”
Your hand smoothed down Seonghwa’s tail for the umpteenth time and this time you caressed up his spine. Seonghwa's ears twitched, flopped forward really. Your hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck and then you wretched his head back until he was upright but still on his knees.
“Hongjoong is a tricksy little warlock that touches things that aren't his. Who spent months gathering moon bunny blood by sitting still by a dead tree's stump and luring them into her lap with trust and stillness? Who combed through acres of meadows to find five leaf pink clovers? Who petted and stroked all the dumb goblins in order to gather eau du seduction? All in the act of summoning you?”
“You did, Mistress,” Seonghwa whimpered.
You leaned in and licked the tear that had finally escaped one of Seonghwa’s eyes. Tears were power, you see. And you had all the power over Seonghwa.
You yanked your familiar's head down until you could whisper into his soft rabbit ear. “Then if it was me who summoned you and me who worked so hard to gather the items to summon you and me who wished for you in the first place, why in the world do you let that warlock get your tail so dirty, Seonghwa?”
Tears were now steadily streaming down Seonghwa’s face. He wasn't sad, he was remorseful, but you could tell in his eyes, that were blown out to kingdom come, that he had no regrets.
“Because,” Seonghwa hiccoped. “It feels so good.”
You pushed Seonghwa, releasing his hair, and he stumbled into the tub's water that was getting higher and more bubbly, catching himself palms down. His large shoulders shook as he quietly sobbed.
And when you smoothed your hand down his little cotton tail again, he wailed. “Please, Mistress, please let me make it up to you.”
You folded your arms under your chest and raised an eyebrow at your familiar. “What makes you think I would want you when you let that warlock run his grimy hands all over your pretty body, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa dug his teeth into his lower lip, looking hopeful. “Because you did all that gathering for items to summon me, this version of me, that is perfect for you?”
The longer you stared in silence at Seonghwa, the droopier his ears got. And also the more his cock twitched against his taunt stomach.
“I'm going to have to clean your tail, Seonghwa,” You said finally.
Said tail flicked back and forth hopefully. “And then?”
You sighed. “We'll see, Bun. Wash first.”
You grabbed a washcloth and dunked it beneath the faucet. You turned off the water and wrung the washcloth out of water.
Seonghwa’s tail wiggled in anticipation.
“Seonghwa,” You said his name in warning. “I can't wash your tail when it's like that.”
Your familiar became ramrod still, like a rabbit caught out in the open. When he turned his head around to figure out when you would begin, you had to will the soft look off your face. It wouldn't do for him to think you would be any less firm with him after he acted out.
You took the washcloth and smoothed it down his little cotton tail, dampening it well. But it was the underside that was truly filthy; covered in that greedy warlock’s cum, like he had been trying to brand your familiar.
You began to grumble as you ran the washcloth along Seonghwa’s asscheek. It was then that you noticed the bite marks. That was when you started to get a sneer on your face.
“Seonghwa, did he bite you?” You said lowly.
Seonghwa let out a groan. “It was so good.”
You continued to move upwards, running the fabric along the underside of his tail. Then you gripped his tail between your fingers and thumb roughly. You leaned down so that your head was on level with Seonghwa’s.
“Was it good, Bun?” You said in a fake-sweet voice.
You could hear Seonghwa swallow. “I--”
“You let him rub his fucking cock all over your soft cotton tail and bite your soft bronze skin. You let him brand you just to rub it in my face?” You continued to mock-coo.
Seonghwa’s lips pushed out in a self-preserving pout. “I didn't think--”
You gripped Seonghwa’s chin harshly. “That's the problem, isn't it? You don't think. You're just stuffed with a tiny little cock and you close your beautiful eyes and--”
“I'm sorry,” Seonghwa said in a strained voice. You glance down between his legs and his cock is dripping-wet with precum. Your big bunny is worked up over this and you can't seem to be able to let it go.
“Sorry?” You said in a flat tone.
Seonghwa visibly flinched at the change. He knew he was in deep shit.
“Sorry enough to stop him from filling you up like a goddamn cream puff?” You demanded.
Your fingers, covered in the washcloth, found his puckered hold and pushed in. Seonghwa moaned loudly, eyes rolling into the back of his head. You knew there were traces of Hongjoong still inside of Seonghwa. And Seonghwa had been fucked well enough that he was loose enough to take what you had to give him.
“Sorry enough not to empty your balls when he hit that special spot inside of you, hmmm?” You hummed, pulling your fingers out of him.
You dipped the washcloth back into the water, to clean it and wrung it out again. You took the time to study your slutty bunny.
He was panting in need and want. He had already been fucked and petted and here he was, shaking for you yet still.
You brushed your free hand that wasn't clutching the washcloth down his back again, admiring its curve. “Up, on your knees now, Bun.”
Seonghwa raised himself cautiously, eyes staying on you as you moved around him. You washed his arms and shoulders. You washed his chest and stomach. Then you clucked at the state of his cock.
“What am I going to do with you?”
Hopefully, Seonghwa said, “Pat me dry and hold me?”
“No, I don’t think so,” You drawled.
Then, quick as lightning, your hand reached out and wrapped around his length. You pumped it quickly, causing Seonghwa to cry out at finally getting touched where he ached the most. Except you never intended to let him come. You jerked him off efficiently, twisting your wrist when you got to his cockhead, spreading his precum even more along his length.
Just as he was about to come, his hips working viciously to fuck your hand, and his head cast back, you let go and Seonghwa let out a choked moan.
“Mi--miss--mistress,” Seonghwa’s pupils were blown. He looked beyond fucked out, his lips puffy from biting down on them. “Wh-why?”
“Did you really think I was going to let you come, Bun?” You said throatily.
You watched with a critical eye as his cock twitched against his stomach, straining but getting nothing but air wrapped around it.
His entire body heaved with his frustration and heavy breathing. “No,” he said dejectedly.
You reached down again, between his legs, ghosting your sharp nails against his balls, drawn tight against his body. He shivered at the vague threat, but his cock weeped in happiness. “The next time I spend hours on your cute little tail, brushing it and fluffing it up, you better not let that fucking warlock dirty it up again, do you hear me, Seonghwa?”
Seonghwa's eyes were vacant as your nails traced up the sensitive skin of his shaft. So easy to put your slutty bunny in a headspace, no wonder Hongjoong managed to get him to bend over for him each and every time.
“Bun?” You purred, pressing the pad of your thumb against his slit.
He let out a breathy whine but you saw him shake off the brain fog slightly. “I won’t.”
You knew that was a lie but at least he was acknowledging your statements.
Your other hand that wasn’t torturing his cock with light strokes of your nails against him, unconsciously moved towards his now clean and dry cotton tail. You stroked it upwards, causing Seonghwa’s eyes to roll into the back of his head again.
“Don’t we prefer a nice fluffy tail that’s clean?” You murmured. “That way we can pet it and stroke it, hmmm?”
“Yes.” Seonghwa nodded, in limbo between heaven and hell. You weren’t giving him enough to push him towards a climax but it was just enough between his cock and his tail being played with that he was feeling good.
That’s exactly where you wanted him.
“Good,” You agreed and pulled your hands away. “Dry the rest of your body. I’m done with cleaning you and the stink of that fucking warlock off of you.”
You left the bathroom with a swish of your wide pants, and moved down the hallway towards your workroom. You had been interrupted by your very guilty familiar whining about being dirty. His clothes had been so disheveled and his hair mussed that you knew immediately that he had been a bad bunny again.
You eyed the dried rosehip pile and flipped through the pages of your tome on skin tonics. Your anti-aging potions are quite popular right now. You just needed--
A symbol burned into the air near you, the moon cycle with an hourglass. It was a witch’s or warlock’s calling card to advise they were here to visit on formal business. The air smelled like burnt wood and fresh snow.
“Merlin’s beard,” You cursed under your breath.
You strode towards your front entrance, just in time it seemed, because someone was still partially dressed but also rushing to the door. You pointed an accusatory finger at your familiar, who had only donned his trousers, they weren’t even properly buttoned up and the suspenders still hanging downwards.
“Don’t you even think about answering the door. Especially not like that. I swear to god, you only think with your pretty cock, goddamn it Seonghwa!” You made a shooing motion. “Go back into the kitchen and make me some tea. For me. Just me. With my favorite fox cup and saucer.” When Seonghwa blinked at you, bless his empty head, you rolled your eyes. “Go now, or I will lock you in your bunny form for the rest of the day!”
You cleared your throat and opened the thick mahogany door with its pretty stained glass. You leaned against the doorframe and put on a welcoming smile.
“To what do I owe this pleasure, Joongie?”
Hongjoong’s lips curled up at the ends, constantly reminding you of a kitty cat. “I can see by your lovely mood that you found my present.”
You cocked your head. “Your present?” Your smile soured into a barely-held-back derisive smirk. “If you mean by my familiar, molested by a pushy little warlock, then yes, he is back in my care and clean as a whistle.”
Hongjoong shook his head, lightly chuckling. “All my hard work has gone down the drain already? How tragic.”
You couldn't help but curl your fingers into a fist. “Why are you here?”
Hongjoong took in your fists and smirked even wider. “I’ve come to repay you for the use of your familiar.”
You started to laugh in the back of your throat until it became louder and more bitter and grew into a near maniacal belly laugh. “Kim Hongjoong, do you want to die today?”
Hongjoong leaned in close, his face dark with barely-withheld glee. “Wooyoung thought it would be a great idea.”
“Let me get this straight,” You said coolly while inspecting your fingernails. “Not only did you think it was a good idea to fuck my familiar. You thought it would be special to send him home with his shame. And, you let your familiar suggest that he could substitute for what is rightfully mine?”
Hongjoong nodded, running his tongue along his teeth. “Mhmm,” He agreed nonverbally.
Your picture perfect, polite smile was back in place. “I hope your barriers are in place because I’m about to send you nasty hex via raven.”
You promptly slammed your door in Hongjoong’s face. That was satisfying, at least.
“Oh Bunny!” You said in a singsong voice as you stomped towards your kitchen.
Seonghwa was sitting at the tiny table, finishing the preparation for your tea with some sugarcubes. He pushed his lips together and rubbed them nervously. “Mistress?”
“Nevermind the tea,” You purred, running a fingertip along his jawline.
Seonghwa blinked at you several times, his ears flopping backwards and forwards, another sign of nervousness. “No tea? But it’s lavender and camomile.”
“Did you plan on putting me to sleep, Bun?” You wondered.
Seonghwa’s eyes widened in worry. “No, I just thought you might be feeling high-strung after speaking with Hongjoong.”
You made a noise of amusement. “Me? High-strung after talking to Hongjoong? No.”
You shoved your hands unceremoniously down Seonghwa’s trousers. You found his length still quivering-hard, the tip still dripping with precum. “Mistress, please,” Seonghwa begged for the thousandth time.
“Why are you so hard, Seonghwa?” You demanded, the tooth-rotting sweetness belaying the depths of your anger.
“You haven’t let me come yet,” Seonghwa whined.
“Is that so?” You purred. “It’s not because Hongjoong was at the door and you were having dirty little thoughts?”
Seonghwa shook his head vehemently. “No, Mistress, no, I’m not hard because of Hongjoong’s presence.”
You pulled your hand out of Seonghwa’s pants and immediately wrapped your fingers around his wrist and started to tug him behind you as you made your way to his bedroom. “Good.”
“Good?” Seonghwa squeaked. The poor, dumb bunny had good enough instincts to know that he was still in trouble but not enough brains to figure out how to get out of them.
“Yes, good,” You reiterated. “You’re going to stay hard too.”
“Please, I’ve been a good bunny. I didn’t come and I was still as you cleaned me!” Seonghwa wailed.
“Oh, I still have big plans for you, Bunny,” You declared out loud.
“What big plans?” Seonghwa asked, pouting again.
You let go of Seonghwa and began to dig into his drawers until you found a nice flowing white top. You dressed him and put the suspenders back on his shoulders where they belonged. Then you finished buttoning his trousers up, so that they were tight against his pelvis and waist; the perfect torture for a bunny who was hard still.
“You’ll never guess what Hongjoong just came over here to offer,” You purred, tapping Seonghwa’s nose teasingly.
Seonghwa’s nose twitched at the touch. “What?”
“Why, seeing as how he gets to dirty up my bunny all the time, he was offering his own familiar as recompense.”
“Oh no, Mistress, you wouldn't like Wooyoung,” Seonghwa shook his head, his ears jerking with the action. “No, you can't!”
You raised your eyebrows at your familiar. “No? No, as in, you will not allow me? No, as in, I can’t touch another familiar other than you?”
Seonghwa winced but pushed onwards. He was persistent and stubborn about this. Last time he had a dalliance with Hongjoong, you had begun to prepare a spell for another familiar summoning and he just about lost it.
“I know I’m a bad bunny, but you can’t have any fun with Wooyoung. That’s not allowed. What if you like him better than me? What if you finally send me away?” Seonghwa declared.
You didn’t have a chance to answer him. Or rather, he didn’t give you a chance to answer him. Seonghwa grabbed your upper arms and pushed you to his bed. His lips slanted across yours and his tongue was mapping the inside of your mouth desperately.
You protested but this time Seonghwa actually used his physical upperhand against you, when typically he was quite pliant when you manhandled him. Your muffled objections went unanswered as Seonghwa began to unbutton your pants. Once he yanked both your pants and your underwear down, he bent you in half, continuing to use his broad shoulders and size against you.
You struggled as his hands went to his pants to unbutton them. Even as you bit down on his lip, Seonghwa groaned with desire, the shot of pain only adding to the moment. He only stopped kissing you while watching as his cockhead slid through your wet folds and then he finally sunk down inside of you.
“Seonghwa, what are you doing?”
There was no getting to him now, he was inside of you and he was immediately pussydrunk, the damn fool. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as your channel encompassed his length.
“Seonghwa, you little shit. You already got fucked by Hongjoong and now you think you can fuck your witch?”
“Mmmm, so good, Mistress,” Seonghwa moaned softly, slowly pulling out and then resheathing himself in your wet, warm heat. “You feel so good around me. Nothing feels better.”
You rolled your eyes. “As fucking if nothing feels better, Seonghwa!”
“I’m going to fill you up,” Seonghwa said, his eyes suddenly clear and determined.
“N-no, no you’re not, Bunny, you know the rules, you’re not allowed--” You had to swallow down a moan of your own. After teasing and torturing Seonghwa, you were so primed to be fucked, this wasn’t going to end well on your end. All your hard work went down the drain because Seonghwa finally decided to be dominant for once.
“You can’t play with Wooyoung, Mistress, you’re not allowed. And if I come inside you, then your body will reject anything else,” Seonghwa informed you.
“What are you--” You barely swallowed down another moan. “Seonghwa, wait a damn minute!”
The damn bunny was jackhammering inside of you now. You weren’t sure if he was urged on by your pussy clamping down on him eagerly or by his own desire to see you filled up, but his pace was getting brutal.
“You witches and warlocks think that you got the idea to summon us in the first place, but what your tomes and tablets don’t tell you is that before we were familiars, we were monsters. We searched out you in the forests and your huts, and claimed you as our own. We were attracted to your magic and sought to claim you. Our cum will shut down any other familiar looking to mate with you and claim you. That is why you’re always instructed to never let a familiar come inside of you. And that’s exactly why I’m going to do it now. Then you’ll never be able to fuck Wooyoug. I won’t allow it.”
You were so distracted by the information that Seonghwa had just unloaded on you that you were unable to focus on an incantation that just might stop him from doing what he wanted. Seonghwa kissed you again, this time, seductive and taking advantage of his full lips. You were lost for a moment in the sensory overload that Seonghwa was in this moment.
Until the moment he stole your breath away, and made you come. Your climax snuck up on you and slapped you on the ass, so to speak. You moaned into Seonghwa’s mouth as you came so thoroughly and utterly, that you were boneless when it was complete.
Seonghwa succeeded in his mission, pressing his hips against your ass, and coming so deep inside of you that you could almost imagine he was filling up your womb. You could feel his smile of accomplishment against your lips, as he rode his climax, continuing to fuck you until he had filled you up completely.
And still, your familiar did not let up on you. He kept you bent in half, pressed against his bed, despite his cock finally softening inside of you. You could feel his cum dripping out of you without the plug of his hard cock.
“Seonghwa, get off of me,” You commanded, pressing a hand to his shoulder.
He smiled down at you, sure and crooked, eyes taking in your now disheveled state. “No, I think I like us right where we are, right now.”
It seemed that there was only one way to get out of this: honey rather than vinegar.
“That was so good,” You cooed.
Seonghwa leaned his head as if he wanted to press his cheek against the palm of your hand, but your hands were pinned by his own. He let them go so that you could complete your praise with the hand gesture.
“My good bunny, fucked me so good, I became a puddle in his bed,” You continued to dote on him.
“I told you I’m a good bunny,” Seonghwa insisted.
Your hand moved up his head, to rub his ears between your finger and thumb. Seonghwa’s foot started to twitch in response. “Such a good bunny. Filled me up too, didn’t you? So much of your cum swimming inside of me now.”
Seonghwa nodded, his pleased-as-punch look glowing from his face. “Mine.”
Your hand traced his neck, feathered down his spine and at long last you found the key to his defeat. Once you petted down his little cottontail, he melted into your body, becoming boneless himself. You petted and petted his tail, slowly luring him into a false sense of security. You were able to bring your legs down and wiggle until you had Seonghwa’s head braced against your collarbones, head tucked into your neck, kissing his ever-twitching nose, and petting that perfect little tail of his. You could feel his cock stirring inside of you, but that was a given, playing with his tail.
“Such a smart little bun, aren’t you, Seonghwa?” You said in a soft whisper.
He frowned, however miniscule in his blissed-out state. “You’re going to make me come again if you keep playing with my tail like that, Mistress,” He warned you.
You moved down his body, licking his cock covered in his cum and your wetness, petting and stroking his tail. “You can come whenever you want, Seonghwa, don’t you think you deserve it?”
“Mmmm,” Seonghwa hummed in agreement, folding his arms behind his head. “I deserve it.”
You took his entire length in your mouth, careful to suck and clean all of his cum from his cock, but you did not swallow.
So comfortable was your big dumb bunny, that he drifted off, not even able to think of why you were being so nice to him after he did such a bad thing. You were able to spit his cum and your wetness into a goblet. You broke some wax from a candle on your desk, added in some more of your spit for good measure, and then began to chant softly.
You watched as your spell drifted and shifted, blue-green light twinkling with the threat you had created. The light wrapped itself around Seonghwa. That’s when it took place. Seonghwa shifted into his other form, an actual rabbit. And that was how he was going to stay until you decided otherwise.
Now you just had to figure out how to reverse the effects of your cunt rejecting anything else entering you. You had a feeling you were going to have to call on that favor Hongjoong owed you. He was the reason this whole situation had occurred, of course.
And maybe, just maybe, if you fixed everything, you might take him up on his offer of his familiar as well. Payback’s a bitch and you had her name written down for an i-o-u.
Seonghwa began to tear up. “It felt so good. He kept tugging my tail and he fucked me so good. He called me a good bunny. I am a good bunny.”
Your hand smoothed down Seonghwa’s tail for the umpteenth time and this time you caressed up his spine. Seonghwa's ears twitched, flopped forward really. Your hand ran through his hair at the nape of his neck and then you wretched his head back until he was upright but still on his knees.
- oh no... im in for a good one
Seonghwa’s lips pushed out in a self-preserving pout. “I didn't think--”
You gripped Seonghwa’s chin harshly. “That's the problem, isn't it? You don't think. You're just stuffed with a tiny little cock and you close your beautiful eyes and--”
-AHHH I love how MEAN 🫣
-hwa is so perfect as a brat, such a strong face only to whimper.... URGHHHHHHH
“Good,” You agreed and pulled your hands away. “Dry the rest of your body. I’m done with cleaning you and the stink of that fucking warlock off of you.”
- he.... him.... I want himmmmmmmmmmm
- SO MEAN 🤩
“Don’t you even think about answering the door. Especially not like that. I swear to god, you only think with your pretty cock, goddamn it Seonghwa!” You made a shooing motion. “Go back into the kitchen and make me some tea. For me. Just me. With my favorite fox cup and saucer.” When Seonghwa blinked at you, bless his empty head, you rolled your eyes. “Go now, or I will lock you in your bunny form for the rest of the day!”
-i love him I love him I love him I love him
You shoved your hands unceremoniously down Seonghwa’s trousers. You found his length still quivering-hard, the tip still dripping with precum. “Mistress, please,” Seonghwa begged for the thousandth time.
-mistress is pulling me in OMG ☺️
“I know I’m a bad bunny, but you can’t have any fun with Wooyoung. That’s not allowed. What if you like him better than me? What if you finally send me away?” Seonghwa declared.
- and then he gon do this AHHHHHHHH bad bun 😵💫
There was no getting to him now, he was inside of you and he was immediately pussydrunk, the damn fool. “Mine, mine, mine,” he chanted as your channel encompassed his length.
-AaaaAaAHHHhhHHHHHhHH
The damn bunny was jackhammering inside of you now. You weren’t sure if he was urged on by your pussy clamping down on him eagerly or by his own desire to see you filled up, but his pace was getting brutal.
-im gunna dream about this scene dude
“You witches and warlocks think that you got the idea to summon us in the first place, but what your tomes and tablets don’t tell you is that before we were familiars, we were monsters. We searched out you in the forests and your huts, and claimed you as our own. We were attracted to your magic and sought to claim you. Our cum will shut down any other familiar looking to mate with you and claim you. That is why you’re always instructed to never let a familiar come inside of you. And that’s exactly why I’m going to do it now. Then you’ll never be able to fuck Wooyoug. I won’t allow it.”
-WOAH DAMN
-this switch up is so yummy oh my God
-bro I love how you write hwa, ohh ma godddd. so perfect. He really could do any role, you could write him in any way and I'm eating it ALLLL up
Ahhhhh friend i wish I could print this out and hang it by my writing desk. This hwa literally picked me up and put me down in a cage and demanded I write this fic I SWEAR TO GOD he broke me 🫠 im glad you enjoyed my descent into madness hahahahahahaaaaaaaaa
🔨Pairing: Warlock! Jeong Yunho x Witch! Reader (f) ft Warlock! Yeosang
🪄Genre: smut, (lowkey) crack
🔨Au: fantasy, witch, modern fantasy, modern witch
🪄Trope: enemies to lovers
🔨Inspo: kinda rolling with the same world as Dirty Tail
🪄Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!!
🔨Word Count: 3,449
🪄Warnings: a magical, cursed dildo (yes, i said that), daydreams of jerking yunho off, daydream sub! yunho, degradation kink, female masturbation, brief Yeosang muscle arm kink moment, dubcon, edging, orgasm denial, mean! dom! yunho, desperate! dumb! sub! reader, clit play, cock-drunk, oral kink, cum eating, negotiations mid scene, nipple play, anal (f), double penetration, squirting, black out orgasm, slight somnophilia if you squint
🔨Summary: when you find a dildo in the broomlot outside your shop, you try to throw it out but it somehow ends up in your bag when you go home. Little do you know your arch nemesis has cursed it so that you become addicted to it... and by proxy, himself, because that's all you can imagine now with the cursed toy
🪄Beta'd by: @mejuii & @downtoamagicalland
🔨Author’s Note: credits to @potatomountain @daddyfordaeddy, @anyamaris for this idea that fabricated from their conversation and shared image. Thanks but no thanks
🪄divider by @cursed-carmine
Jeong Yunho lurks around in the broomlot outside your place of work. Toil and Trouble, the shop you co-own with your best friend, that specializes in building witch homes.
“ ‘So you don’t have to toil in the trouble’, my ass,” Yunho mutters under his breath.
He is just unhappy you have such a perfect witch slogan. You make a lot of money, much to his chagrin. You two had been classmates' and arch nemesis’ all through high school and throughout college, looking to make the Coven’s List over each other. Yunho had won that round but you’re the one that had ended up with an amazing best friend and an even better business idea.
You aren’t even in the same spell circle. You specialize in commanding inanimate objects, of course, and Yunho worked more on curses and hexes. Sure, he made good money with people set on revenge, but your job just did better. Someone always needed a new house.
Luckily for Yunho, he knew the perfect way to get even with you. He holds a bright pink dildo in his hand, and leans to murmur to it.
A curse on you, from this moment further
An addiction to this, your cunt shall nurture
Upon touch of your skin to this colorful toy
My image you’ll see, you’ll crave and enjoy
Paired with a pocket pussy, I'll control it all
Feel as you feel, crumble and fall
“Let's see how you deal with this,” Yunho cackles in malicious glee.
He tosses the toy to the ground and leaves with a firm push of his feet while on his broom.
“What is this world coming to?!” You demand, sending another look of disbelief over your shoulder.
“You're late,” Yeosang, your best friend and co-owner of your shop, intones.
“Late is better than never, don’t you think?” You smile at Yeosang and move towards your desk opposite of him.
Yeosang laughs, pretending you were funny, and then goes completely stoic. “It’s been out there since I got here at 6am.”
You wrinkle your nose at the admission. “Ew, why have you been here since 6am?”
“Because I needed to finish the mockups for our meetings today,” Yeosang replies, shuffling some papers. “Now, if you would like to look them--”
He almost jumps out of his seat in shock as you screech loudly abruptly.
“Oh my god, the Stephen’s will be here any minute now. They have young children. I’ve got to get that dildo out of there!”
You drop your bags and begin to teeter on your heels towards the entrance again. Yeosang starts to grumble under his breath. “I should have never exchanged my cookies for grapes in grade school.”
You stride towards where the dildo is unfortunately lying on its side. You remove the scarf wrapped around you and use it to cover your hand while you pick up the discarded toy.
You hold it outwards and practically run towards your shop, head moving back and forth, desperate for no one to see you. You manage to make it back with no witnesses.
“Oh Morgan's tits, couldn't you have thrown it out in a dumpster or something? It's probably cursed!” Yeosang complains.
You move towards the garbage under your desk to throw it out.
“Not out here!” Yeosang hisses but it's too late. “The Stephen's are here, hide it, quick!”
You toss your scarf and the dildo under your desk. You sit and steeple your fingers, smiling. “Samantha. Darrin. How good to see you!”
It's not until you're home that you realize that you accidentally tossed the dildo into your bag. Wasn't your bag on your desk though?
You shrug your shoulders. Oh well. You pull out your scarf, and by some curse of Hecate, the dildo tumbles to the floor. On instinct, you grasp it by the cock to catch it and then grimace.
“Oh gross,” you complain, dropping it to the floor. It lands on its stand. “Maybe Yeosang is right, maybe it is cursed.”
You contemplate it for a moment and decide to cleanse it of its curse. What if you throw it away and someone else comes across it? It would be better if you were a good Samaritan, right?
So you take it to your bathroom and dig out the cleansing salts you keep in your bathroom drawer. But the bag is empty.
“I know we learned a cleansing incantation in class,” You mutter under your breath.
Deciding to wing it, you find some soap and start to wash the dildo in the sink. You try to think of the spell but instead the image of your arch nemesis comes to mind.
“Fucking Jeong Yunho,” you growl.
At first, he's smirking in your memory because of your failed incantation in class, something he was much better than you at. But then, as you wrap your fingers around the dildo to spread the soap, you imagine him on a bed, your hands wrapped around his cock. You're sucked into your mind's eye, so you don't notice the dildo growing in length in your hands.
You feel yourself getting wet at the idea of jerking Yunho off. He used to wear those grey sweats that left nothing to the imagination. You think about shoving your hands down them and teasing him.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpers in your mind's eye. “Don't touch me like that.”
“Like what, Yuyu?” You wonder, using both hands now to lather up the dildo.
“I don't--” His lips curl inwards like he wants to deny his next set of words. “I don't want to feel good from your touch.”
You shake your head and drop the dildo. What the fuck were you doing? You immediately wash the dildo off of the suds, and put it on a towel to air dry in your bath. You'd call a classmate tomorrow--certainly not Yunho-- and see if they can't help you with a cleansing incantation.
Clearly it was time for bed.
Except you can't fall asleep. You toss and turn but your brain just can't turn off. Neither can you pussy either, apparently. You keep clenching your thighs together but you're not finding any release.
“Oh fuck it,” You groan and turn over to dig into your bedside table.
You grab your pill vibrator and turn it on but--it doesn’t.
“The fuck?” You mutter to yourself. “I swear to Hecate that I charged this.”
You get up, grumbling, and go find your spelled circle that charges up your magical items. You place your vibrator on it and return to bed.
Except you're still turned on. You spread your legs and touch yourself but your touch is too soft, your fingers not long enough. You only frustrate yourself some more.
There is a solution…
“I'm crazy,” You say, getting up and making your way to the bathroom.
You find yourself grabbing the damn dildo that you had cleaned and stomping back to your bed. You wiggle until you're comfortable, pillows propping you up, and then you get a good look at the dildo.
It's… you cock your head as you look at it. Wasn't it your basic bitch flimsy dildo earlier? Upon further inspection, it was firmer than you remembered and it had a switch for vibration.
You shrug, counting on your bad short term memory and turn it on. In a very short time, you've teased your clit with the vibration tip and you're wet enough to push the toy inside of you.
Except why can't you get the image of your old arch nemesis out of your head? The previous imagining of him as a whiney sub didn't fit right now, for whatever reasons that your mindset had changed.
Now, as you tease the tip of the dildo up and down your slit, all you can imagine is Yunho riling you up like he used to.
“You want this, don't you?” He smirks, watching as the underside of his cock is getting coated by your wetness.
You shake your head. Why Yunho? Why not Yeosang, who was your normal fapping material?
You imagine Yeosang looking down his nose despite your protests that this might ruin your friendship. Yeosang's arm flexes as he runs a finger down the center of your body…
…and turns into Yunho triumphantly pushing into your aching cunt.
“Merlin’s beard,” You gasp as Yunho's cock stretches your walls.
“Look at how well you fucking take my cock, Little Witch.”
Why wouldn't this bastard stay out of your wet dreams?
“I've had longer,” You reach for an air of unimpressedness.
You can imagine Yunho’s eyes darkening as they did when you got the upper hand in anything against him. “Then you’ll have no trouble if I double the pace.”
“Wait, Yunho--!” You work the dildo inside of you quickly, drinking in the instant pleasure that you had been craving since the idea of jerking off your old classmate.
“Oh fuck that is so good,” You can’t help but moan.
“Poor little horny witch needed her arch nemesis’s cock to get dumb on, hmmm?” Yunho provokes you, without pause in his thrusting.
“Hnnnn, Yu-yu-” You’re given a reprieve as you slow down, losing the quick pace and going back to a pleasurable slow build.
“I knew you couldn't keep up that pace,” You shoot back. “Probably nut within two minutes of being in a pussy. I just know those rumors about you back at college weren't it.”
You adjust your position, sliding further down your cushions, your lower half elevated, so that you could get a better angle with the dildo. And then you began that brutal pace that was making you moan loudly in the privacy of your bedroom. You had no sweet clue why the idea of Yunho degrading you in bed was turning you on but you were here for it, if it gave you release.
“Is this rough enough for you?” Yunho is snarling now. “LIke the feel of balls slapping against your ass, do you, Little Witch? I’ll fuck you for so long that you’ll be crying for release.”
…what monster had you created?
For hours you edged yourself, denying your orgasm again and again. At some point you questioned your sanity, because was this really what you wanted? You started to feel like you weren’t exactly in control; that this image of Yunho was pushing for his wants over your own. Because surely you could come if you wanted to, could you not?
You whimper and whine as the cursed dildo moves in and out of your gushing cunt. You are beyond wet, your cum dribbling down your perineum and coating your asshole.
“Please, Yunho, let me come,” You whine.
You can imagine your worst enemy bracing himself above you, watching how your sweet cunt is taking every inch of him without protest. “No, Little Witch, I don't think I will.”
You moan loudly, canting your hips upwards to find more friction but Yunho places a large, firm hand that encompasses your hip bone and pelvis to hold you in place. Your next breath out is another whine.
“I need to come, please, Yunho!” You beg again.
Your legs widen so that your clit can come in contact with his pelvis as he grinds into you. The sparks that come from that have you swallowing loudly and moaning all over again.
The cursed dildo has adapted to your desires, growing prongs that grate slowly, imitating Yunho’s fingers slowly teasing your clit.
“Yunho, oh my god, Yunho.” Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation of him slowly fucking your loose cunt and the dull edge of his long fingers torturing you.
“I'll never tire of hearing you beg me with my name on your lips,” Yunho chuckles cruelly. “Who knew you'd be such a good cocksleeve for me?”
Your pride takes a hit, but Yunho’s cock is sliding along that spongy part inside of you, and it makes you choke on another long, drawn out moan. “Fuck you,” You whisper.
Yunho’s fingers pinch the hood of your clit, rubbing it between his finger and thumb, giving you pleasure but not enough to get you off. “I think you need a position change.”
You whimper as you turn around, keeping your face against your sheets but your ass in the air. The dildo continues to make messy work out of you, rubbing your clit and moving in and out of your sopping hole.
Yunho clucked his tongue in disappointment. “Face down, ass up for your arch nemesis, this is kinda sad.”
You didn’t respond, so caught up in the dual pleasure and the fact that you could feel your climax coming to a point. “Yu-yu-yunho,” You stutter.
“I can feel the way you’re clenching down on me,” Yunho chuckles.
His hips stop moving and his fingers are crudely inserted into your mouth. He tugs you upwards, his fingers pulling your cheek, until you’re upright on your knees. Then he pushes two fingers down on your tongue.
“Taste how fucking wet you are for me,” Yunho growls.
You whimper again, doing as commanded, if only to guarantee that he’ll continue fucking you. You swirl your tongue around his fingers.
“You really would do anything I said just to get to come, wouldn’t you?” Yunho says lowly into the shell of your ear.
Once Yunho removes his fingers, you start to plead. “What do you want?”
“Mmm, I dunno,” Yunho hums.
His hips, however, begin back up again and you fall into a stupor. You desperately try to doggy-paddle back into some lucidity.
“Come inside me?” You offer weakly.
Yunho scoffs. “I could do that at any time. Come on, you can do better than that.”
“Fuck my face?” You grasp at straws.
“It would be nice to see you choke on my cock, but I rather like where I’m at right now,” Yunho deflects.
His wet fingers tweak your sensitive nipples into stiff peaks and you moan airily. “Yunho, please, I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” Yunho wonders.
“Jesus Christ, Yunho, just fucking let me come already!” You beg.
Yunho pulls out and you just about break into a sob. You are literally a quivering mess right now. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please.”
That’s when you feel Yunho prodding at your asshole. Covered in your wetness already, and Yunho’s cock coated in it as well, he’s able to push past the tight ring. The sensation feels wonderful. His steady but slow pace should be torturous considering how much you had wished him to fuck you faster in your cunt, but this way you feel him fill you up utterly, every inch and it only makes you clench down on nothing in your pussy.
“How’s that?” Yunho wonders lowly.
“S-so good,” You moan.
“God, you’ll even let me fuck your cute little asshole, won’t you?” Yunho chuckles with dark amusement. “I really had no clue you’d be the perfect cocksleeve.”
For a moment, all you can hear is the slow susurration of Yunho’s cock filling you to the brim. When his hips meet the flesh of your ass, you arch your back. “Give it to me, Yunho, please, it feels so fucking good,” You moan.
“If only I had two cocks, huh?” Yunho jokes. “Then you’d never leave my bed.”
“Oh god,” You gasp as you feel something else prod your pussy lips.
The dildo has adapted once again. The cock going in your ass is ribbed so that for every half inch that goes inside of you, your ass has to suck in a ring. Then the cock pushing inside of your pussy has spaced out, raised dots, that pass over the spongy part inside of you. And then, the little rabbit ears to play with your clit.
“Yunho, I can't,” you cry. Drool pools into the sheets below you, feeling over stimulated and over pleasured.
“Yes you can, you can take it all, Little Witch,” Yunho encourages you. “You’ve got such a greedy body, fuck, you are clenching down on me with both holes, I can’t believe it.”
“Yunho, Yunho, please, please let me come. Come in all my holes. Rub me through another orgasm even if I tell you no, that I'm too sensitive. Fucking take me every night until the new moon, just let me come, please?”
If you had been less fucked out of your skull, you might have noticed that Yunho perked up at the new negotiations. “Every night until the new moon?”
Tears of desperation are running down your face. “Yes. Yes, please, now let me come.”
Yunho’s fingers roughly rub your clit at a faster pace. The cock in your ass moves slowly, making you feel each rib move out, as the cock in your cunt thrusts into you deeper and faster.
“Oh, I'm gonna come, Yunho, oh my god, please, mmmm, please it feels so good, make me come. Fuck me good, Yunho, please,” You babble.
You're desperate for it. You need it, it's beyond a want, you'll simply die if you don't come. The pleasure is so good and all-encompassing. You just want to come and pass out, if you're being honest.
“Every night I'm coming to your witch’s hut. I'm going to claim you over and over again in your bed. You're going to come on my cock so many times, you'll wish you never picked up my cursed dildo,” Yunho whispers into your ear. “Now, come, Little Witch.”
Your body convulses as you come so hard, you're not sure if you black out or you see stars. Either way, the pleasure courses through every nerve in your body. You cry out. You chant Yunho’s name. And you squirt on your bed, adding to the natural fluids already coating your sheets.
“Oh fuck yes,” Yunho moans, and he's not that far behind you. You feel him fill up both of your holes with his hot seed. Like your pussy needed to be any sloppier than it already was.
You collapse with the dildo still inside of you and fall into a deep sleep.
You only realize it when you wake up with a moan. Your eyes fly open as you realize it was your moan. You pant heavily and you feel like you just came. But how?
Sometime after you had passed out, you had turned onto your side, the way you naturally slept. You glance down your body and see that the dildo is still inside of you and it's moving on its own accord.
You move to your back and grip the base tightly. You see a flash of Yunho on a broom but it's gone when you pull the dildo out of you. It comes out of you with a loud, embarrassing squelch.
“What the fuck?” You curse, staring at the dildo on your bed.
A dark shadow forms in front of you, with the symbol of a five star and a circle around it. A quick glance at your grandfather clock tells you it's way too late for anyone to be calling on you.
You grab a spiderweb silk robe, and wrap it around you. Your jaw drops to the ground when you see that it's Yunho, your old classmate.
Yunho is bracing himself against your door, panting. He's sweating and his hair is sticking to his skin. A faint blush is dotted over his face.
“Do you… always… fall asleep… with your… toys… in you?” He says in between gasps.
Then it hits you. Yeosang had been right all along. The dildo had been cursed. And who better to have cursed it than your arch nemesis?
You folded your arms under your chest. “I knew you were rotten to the core but really?”
Yunho has the audacity to smirk at you. “Totally worth it. Got you begging and pleading for me, my name a spell on your lips. And you agreed to let me fuck you every night until the new moon.”
You feel heat shoot up your chest, lick up your neck and scorch your cheeks. “You asshole. Coercion by curse is illegal!”
Yunho raises his chin. “Are you going to take me before the Tree?”
The Tree, where witches and warlocks used to be hung, was now where the local government held trials. You weren't about to explain to the local authorities that you had fucked yourself with a random dildo that turned out cursed because you had been horny and desperate.
When your silence was all the affirmation Yunho needed, he responded with, “So, I'll see you tomorrow night?”
You roll your eyes and slam the door in your arch nemesis’ face. But secretly? You couldn't wait for tomorrow night for the real deal.
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♤Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}
You stood in your tent and stared at the cot that served as your place of rest. Your bed was your enemy now. If you dared to place your head, you would get captured in a dream that would slowly attempt to kill you. The worst thing about it was… it wasn’t even the creation of a black-magic user. It was a trap of your own making.
“I thought I saw your light still on,” Hongjoong strolled into your tent like he belonged here. He did. You swear at this point in the war, he had spent more time in your tent than in his own, and he had captain things to do.
You sent a tiny bitter smile of greeting his way. “Hey.”
Hongjoong’s hands found your shoulders, and his thumbs began to dig into the knots of stress there. “Is it going to be one of those nights again?”
Hongjoong was aware of your current situation. You had fed him a lie that while being in the war, the closer the threat to your life, the darker your dreams were. Hongjoong thought it was your proximity to him that made you a target for The Reaper. You knew better; the more time you spent with your captain, the more your love for him--and the fear of losing him--attempted to kill you. Because you knew that if Hongjoong died, your heart would go with him.
You nodded, turning your head and rubbing your cheek against the back of Hongjoong’s fingers. “I’m afraid so.”
“Good thing I’m here then, huh?” Hongjoong put on a broad smile. There was nothing that could get this man down. He was always trying to spread positivity amongst his troops.
Your lover pushed a tender kiss to your temple and turned you around to face him. “Shall we, Captain?”
And like that, as if Hongjoong had hypnotized you and snapped his fingers, you were the one in charge. “Shouldn't you be on your knees, Lieutenant?” You crooned.
Hongjoong dropped without any preamble. His eyes stared up at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. “What do you need from me, Captain?"
“Compliant and wet,” You purred.
Hongjoong whined. “But we haven’t even started yet?”
You cocked your head, appearing curious, but your face was deadly. “You mean the minute you went to your knees, you didn’t get a small wet spot on your underwear?” You clucked your tongue in disappointment. “I expect better of you, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong shuffled forward eagerly. “I can be better,” he whispered in excitement.
“Can you?” You cupped Hongjoong’s face, if only to rub the pad of your thumb over his generous lower lip.
The captain’s expression became a bit vacant. Hongjoong’s oral fixation was horrible. He began to open his lips to take in your thumb when you removed your hold on him altogether. Hongjoong stumbled, having to right himself after leaning into your touch.
You take a seat on your cot, crossing your legs and leaning back on your palms. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well? I’m waiting, Lieutenant, and my patience is wearing thin. Should I--”
Before you could even finish your sentence, Hongjoong was unbuckling his pants and playing with the head of his cock through his underwear. It truly wasn’t long before a wet spot spread across them. Hongjoong looked up at you hopefully. “Is that better?”
You placed the ball of your booted foot against Hongjoong’s chest and pushed. “Do you really think you can play without yourself and make this all better?” You shook your head. “I really do have to do all the work around here, don’t I? Just a pretty head and nothing between those ears, huh?”
Hongjoong’s face heated up with embarrassment. “I can--”
Your hand snapped out and captured Hongjoong’s face in a fierce grip. “No, you can’t, Hongjoong. That’s the point. You can’t even use your cock properly, can you?” You push Hongjoong back, releasing his jaw and he fell to the ground. You placed your foot barely over his cock, only clothed in his underwear. “You need me to fuck you to make you even form sentences. It’s quite sad, actually.”
Hongjoong moaned loudly, and his eyes widened in fear. He had to be quiet. In fact, there was a rule of punishment if Hongjoong was too loud in your tent.
You sighed heavily and lifted your foot off of him. “See? Oh, Lieutenant."
Hongjoong pouted but moved towards the locked chest at the foot of your cot. He whispered the greek word for secret, and it opened a bottom drawer that hadn't been there before. He reached for a cock ring and then moved towards the cot.
It was there he assumed his position: face down, ass up. He pulled his pants down, along with his underwear, and placed the cock ring around himself with a hiss. He was about to get a whole lot of fucking with zero orgasm. Well, he had only enacted one punishment, so he’d have only one withheld orgasm.
You removed your shift completely, reaching down into the same drawer and pulling out the double-sided strap-on that had been specially crafted for your specific purpose; it would pull your own wetness from your cunt and push out of the hole at the tip. One side slipped up into your cunt, pressing against your clit, while it snuggly fit on your body so that the cock part aimed perfectly as if you had a cock yourself. You whispered Agua and all the wetness you had acquired from degrading Hongjoong began to bead out of the cockhead.
You used the wetness to coat your finger and began to open Hongjoong’s puckered hole up. You swore, the captain enjoyed the work up part more than the act itself because Hongjoong was always the noisiest as you scissored him.
One hand on Hongjoong’s hip, and other two fingers deep in him, you sighed. “Am I going to have to gag you, Hongjoong?”
“No no no,” Hongjoong mindlessly disagreed with you. “I can be quiet.”
“Prove it then,” You snapped.
You removed your fingers from Hongjoong, and he whined like you had just taken his favorite toy away from him. You clucked your tongue in disappointment once again. “That’s a second orgasm lost, Lieutenant. Your punishments are stacking up.”
“Please!” Hongjoong could only plead for the one thing that would make him feel better and that was the dark blue cock that was nestled between your legs right now.
“At least you remembered the magic word,” you muttered.
You maneuvered the cock to Hongjoong’s puckered hole and slowly pushed into him. Hongjoong whimpered quietly as you gave him exactly what he wanted. You rocked your hips slightly, fighting for every inch. One look down at HOngjoong showed him drooling and vacant-eyed once again. It was obvious he did enjoy the work towards the goal the most.
Once you were fully sheathed inside of him, you rubbed Hongjoong’s ass tenderly. “Are you ready, Joongie?”
“Mmm,” Hongjoong was nonverbal now.
Taking some pity on him, you started to move in and out of his now-stretched hole. Hongjoong moaned at the movement. You leaned over Hongjoong’s back and slowly stroked him. Hongjoong let out a squeak at the added stimulation. You weren’t eager to pick up speed either way. It’s not like Hongjoong was coming anytime soon.
“Isn’t this exactly where you belong? In my bed, under me, escaping sleep?” You murmured against his clothed back.
“ ‘s good,” Hongjoong managed to slur, clearly not hearing anything but wanting to be good.
“So good, huh, Joongie?” You cooed at your lover. “Feels good to have my cock deep inside of you, doesn’t it?”
Hongjoong swallowed loudly. “More,” he whined.
“No, Joongie. We have all night. You’ll get what I give you,” You replied.
“More,” Hongjoong pleaded. He raised his ass to meet one of your slow thrusts inside of him. His ass jolted a bit with the harsher slap of your pelvis against his ass, and he groaned happily.
You deliberately raised your body and then pulled nearly out of him entirely. Only the cockhead of the double sided strap-on remained inside of him. Hongjoong made noises of worry. He knew when something was about to be taken away from him.
“Who's in charge?” You growled.
“You! Youuuuuu!” Hongjoong strained backward regardless. The shape of his ass was so very nice.
“Am I? then why are you attempting to change the pace to what you want, Hongjoong?” You sneered.
“ ‘m not, I'm not, it’s you, you’re the captain. I’m dumb, I’m just a dumb useless cock,” Hongjoong wailed.
“That’s right,” You agreed.
So the pattern continued, as you slowly fucked Hongjoong with your double sided strap-on. You were edging yourself as well, but you were attempting to tire yourself out until the point where you had no dreams and beat Hongjoong’s insomnia while you were at it. Hongjoong begged for more, or took it where he could, and you denied denied denied.
It wasn’t until a teary-eyed Hongjoong, with a trembling lower lip, finally had his cock ring removed, that you fucked him on his back, legs up in the air. He was able to spurt over his stomach as your own orgasm ripped through you. You both made desperate noises as you came.
Hongjoong looked perfect under you, covered in all manner of bodily fluids, eyes closed, his little kitty-cat smile curling up the corners of his lips. He was content like this, and this is how you preferred him.
“Did you come, Joongie?” You asked your rhetorical question.
“You made me come so fucking hard,” Hongjoong groaned, slowly but surely coming back to his true self.
You chuckled, pulling out of him and pulling the toy out of you. You cleaned it up thoroughly with a Dutch word and then tossed your tired body beside your captain.
“Happy slumber,” you murmured to your lover.
“Happy dreamless sleep,” he murmured back.
Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}
Honestly, my twilight academy series is all kinds of magical sex fun 😆 thank you for feeding my "my fics arent like anyone elses" ego 🤣🤣🤣 also yes, hongjoong is so perfectly pliant I agree thats why almost all my pegging fics are Hongjoong ahhhhh. If only I had a hongjoong to fuck into a mattress and fix my insomnia too 😮💨
♡Au: horror, serial killer, this character is from the Library of Illusion series i did, for context
♡Trope: slasher boyfriend, established relationship
♡Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
♡Word Count: 2,048
♡Warnings: predator/prey, mentions of knife play (not in this fic), hide and fuck, fear kink, mentions of past murders, sex with no protection
♡Master List ~ Day Eight: Hongjoong {Pegging} ~ Day Eleven: Yeosang {Spit Kink}
Your boyfriend intertwines his fingers with yours, swinging your arms happily as you walk towards an abandoned warehouse. “This is going to be so fun, Babe,” Wooyoung says.
You press your lips inwards. You know this is going to be fun. But part of that fun is the trepidation that’s been building in your chest the moment you started driving to this remote location.
It was Wooyoung’s date idea; to go to an old warehouse and for him to pursue you in a new setting. It was all and well to chase you in his childhood house where his trophies of his kills were posed and stories created. But sometimes a girl wants to get out of the house.
When you didn't answer him, Wooyoung’s smile falters. “Right?” He shook your arm for good measure to pull your attention back to him. “Right?!”
“Mmm!” You nod in reassurance. “Of course.”
Wooyoung’s lips purse to the side of his cheek. It’s quite a cute gesture for a man who murdered. “Are you sure you want to do this? Is it because it’s at another location where you feel less safe? You know I only want to do this if you want to do this. That’s how we--”
You press a finger against Wooyoung’s mouth. “Wooyoung. We wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be here. You know the rules.”
Wooyoung readily recites the rules. “No deep cuts. Avoid the wrists and bends of your arms. I can lick the knife as long as I’m still fucking you. And you come first, then I do.”
“Exactly. If I wasn’t excited about this, how could you possibly make me come first?”
Wooyoung nods in agreement. “And mine?”
You let go of his hand and slowly started to walk backward to the gaping hole that was the entrance to the abandoned warehouse. “Try to run and hide. Try not to make a sound--”
“And if I catch you, I get to fuck you.” Wooyoung grins, a maniac gleam in his eyes. This time Wooyoung has a butterfly knife that he whips open and close easily. “That’s my favorite part.” He then blows you a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Mister Serial Killer.”
Wooyoung rolls his eyes at the formality. He prefers to hunt you as your boyfriend. But then again, the excitement of him being the unknown predator and you the potential prey was the whole reason you were here in the first place. “Go!” He shooes you.
You blow him a kiss back and then hit a dead run. The warehouse is huge, full of old machinery. You’re not sure if this was a factory once or that this is where they moved the old machinery, but everything smelled wet and rusty.
Wooyoung began to count loudly. “Three!” His loud voice carried through the rafters after you. “Fuck, this is gonna be great.”
You took stock of your potential hiding places. You couldn't pick an early one or an obvious one. So that left out the easily climbable machine and the ladder on the wall. You wove a trail that wasn’t straight further through the warehouse.
“Two! I hope you’re getting ready for me!”
Your heart is beating quickly. The excitement and adrenaline and fear all mixed together as your head whipped back and forth, desperately trying to find the perfect hiding spot. There are large old advertising boards but that’s too easy. There is a downturned dome, but by the look of the moonlight, it wasn’t easily liftable.
“One! I’m not putting my mask on this time!” Weird, he always masked up before chasing you. What changed tonight?
You loop back once you find the back of the warehouse. Racing up the other side, you find exactly what you had been looking for: a gap between machines. You slide between them, deep into the shadows.
“Little mouse, where have you gone?” Wooyoung shouts in a sing-song voice.
A shiver goes down your spine. You clamp your hand over your mouth in an attempt to hush your loud breathing. Wooyoung was a master hunter, whether it was finding your sweet body to fuck or the long list of his victims. It was games like these that seemed to satiate him so that he wasn’t actually killing. You’d gladly sacrifice your body for the sake of others.
“I hope you didn’t go up the ladder, Babe,” Wooyoung continues to speak out loud to you. “That would be a very short chase, and I don’t think you’re wet enough for that quite yet.
You can’t help but snort under your breath.
“And I know you didn’t climb up the first machine you came across. My little mouse is much too smart for that.” He really did know you inside and out.
You wiggle down, finding room to slide your knees up to your chest. Perhaps if you are smaller, you’ll be harder to see. Your heartbeat, however, isn’t slowing down.
A crash makes you yelp in fear. Wooyoung had found the advertising boards and probably put a foot through them for this exact reaction.
“I didn’t hear your squeak, little mouse, so you’re not here, hmmm?” Wooyoung’s voice was getting closer. “Am I getting closer? Is your cute little pussy getting ready for me, I wonder?”
Your lower lips are, in fact, soaked. Your barely-there skirt was simply a tease for Wooyoung. You have to focus, however.
“My little mouse found a tiny hole to squeeze into, did she?” Wooyoung’s sneakered feet sound nearby, but you don’t see anything.
Still, you hold your breath, hoping and praying he wasn’t about to find you yet.
“My knife is eager to bite into you, Babe!” Wooyoung says in a pouty voice. “Don’t you want it’s kiss?”
You, in fact, hated that damn blade. Unfortunately, you’ve been a bit conditioned by now. The shallow slice of a knife, the dripping of your blood down your skin, starts to turn you on. Your body knows if you’re getting cut, you’re going to get fucked. It was a simple fact of your life now with your serial killer boyfriend.
“It would be nice if you-- aha!” Wooyoung shouts, but then sounds disappointed. “Not here, huh? Damn, little mouse, you are getting good at this game.”
Uh oh. You had never done this before. What if Wooyoung got upset about not being able to find you? If he isn’t having fun, you might not either. Maybe you need to make a noise, or--
A hand wraps around your arm and suddenly yanks you from your hiding space. You scream in fear, being yanked out of your thoughts and spot simultaneously.
“Got you!” Wooyoung yells triumphantly.
“Oh my God, Wooyoung, you scared the shit out of me!” You shout, slapping Wooyoung’s chest. “I thought you were further away.”
Wooyoung has a very pleased smile on his face. “I did that to trick you. Worked, didn’t it?”
You laugh under your breath. “You always keep me on my toes, don’t you?”
Wooyoung’s eyes have become hooded as he pushes you against the large machine he had pulled you from. His hand presses against your chest, not to grope you, but to feel your heartbeat skittering against your ribcage. “I always want to be able to surprise you and scare you. How else are you going to get so wet?”
That same hand descends and easily reaches under your skirt to find your slickness. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he finds you eager for him. “Babe,” he moans.
“I’m ready for you, Woo,” you purr. “Where’s your knife?”
Wooyoung’s eyes widen, and he pulls back, desperately patting his pockets. First his hoodie, then his jeans, and wincing. “It must have fallen out when I was playing around with it.”
You try not to show how excited that makes you. “Can you still…?”
Wooyoung tilts his head. “You better not be asking what I think you’re asking, little mouse.”
You shrug. “You’ve never fucked me without cutting me.”
Wooyoung frowns, lips scrunching together. “That’s not true.”
“Wooyoung,” you say in a knowing voice.
“There are other ways, you know.”
You freeze, just like the mouse Wooyoung is always comparing you to. Slowly, your eyes drift upwards. “What?”
“I don’t always kill with a knife.” Wooyoung steps forward, both his hands flirting with your collarbones.
“We-we’ve never tested that, Wooyoung,” You begin to stutter.
Wooyoung’s grin gets bigger. “Does that scare you?”
“ ‘course it does!” You protest. “What if--?”
“What if I accidentally kill you?”
You shudder under Wooyoung’s touch, and he cackles. “I don’t want to fuck a dead body, Babe.”
“Lucky me,” You mutter under your breath.
Wooyoung grips your ass and maneuvers your leg to swing around his body. He grinds easily, the roughness of his jeans against your soaked folds. You cry out at the feeling, and Wooyoung smirks. “You know the rules. If I catch you, I fuck you. I don’t need the knives. They’re just the cherry on top. You know your sweet little cunt is all I need.”
You cup Wooyoung’s face fondly. “I only need your pretty dick, Woo.”
“I’m going to come in my pants if you talk like that,” Wooyoung complains.
You reach for his jeans to unbutton him and pull down the zipper. Wooyoung had gone commando, just like you, for easy access. When you bring your other leg around his body, locking at the small of his back, Wooyoung wiggles his jeans down past his ass, and guides his cock between your folds.
“I caught you,” Wooyoung groans as he pushes into you.
“Yeah,” you whine. “Now my pussy is all yours, Mister Serial Killer.”
“It’s always mine,” Wooyoung growls.
“Fuck,” You bit down on your lip as Wooyoung bottoms out. “Yeah it is.”
“No matter how many times you run, no matter how many places you hide in, I’ll always find you. I’ll always fuck you. That’s our life now.” Wooyoung always runs his mouth, no matter what he’s doing. You don’t mind, though. His dirty talk was half of the fun.
You squeeze your legs so that you can help Wooyoung fuck into you properly. “This is where I belong,” you agree.
“In a dirty warehouse, scared out of your wits end, my cock deep inside of you,” Wooyoung expands.
You wrap your arms behind Wooyoung’s neck, pulling his head closer. “Give us a kiss, Baby.”
“Do you kiss all the serial killers that fuck this sweet cunt of yours,” Wooyoung grins before pecking your lips.
“What, is there a club you plan on passing me around to?” You joke.
Except… Wooyoung doesn’t correct you.
“Uh… Wooyoung?” You swallow loudly when your words are met with silence.
“I don’t think you want the answer to that, Babe,” Wooyoung says in an eerie voice, a queer look in his eyes.
You giggle nervously, your cunt clenching around Wooyoung’s curved cock. “Very funny, Wooyoung.”
Wooyoung teasingly bites your nose, and let’s go. “I’m not joking.” Then he thrusts into you so deeply and so sharply that you start to see stars.
It’s off to the races, your heartbeat racing with your thoughts. How are you supposed to think about this serial killer club when Wooyoung’s fucking you so good.
“Now who’s the one dumb off who?” Wooyoung baits you.
“Me. Me, I’m drunk off your cock, Woo,” You pant. “Fuck me so good, oh fuck, Wooyoung, please!” Your mind shatters into a million little pieces as your climax races through you.
“That’s right,” Wooyoung says. He sounds proud but a little strained. “That’s my cock doing that to you.” His thrusts start to get a little sloppy and he looses his grip on you a little. “Dumb little cunt only knows how to come around… my… cock!”
At last, your boyfriend comes, filling you up with his cum. He slows down his speed as you both come down from your highs. He’s sweaty and panting but he’s glowing at that’s what matters the most.
“This was such a good idea,” you pant against his lips, giving him a peck.
“Sure was a good show.”
You blink slowly because you’re pretty sure that wasn’t Wooyoung’s voice. Your heart speeds up again and your cunt clenches around Wooyoung, who lets out a slow chuckle. Fear truly was your kink.
Master List ~ Day Eight: Hongjoong {Pegging} ~ Day Eleven: Yeosang {Spit Kink}
♤Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}
You stood in your tent and stared at the cot that served as your place of rest. Your bed was your enemy now. If you dared to place your head, you would get captured in a dream that would slowly attempt to kill you. The worst thing about it was… it wasn’t even the creation of a black-magic user. It was a trap of your own making.
“I thought I saw your light still on,” Hongjoong strolled into your tent like he belonged here. He did. You swear at this point in the war, he had spent more time in your tent than in his own, and he had captain things to do.
You sent a tiny bitter smile of greeting his way. “Hey.”
Hongjoong’s hands found your shoulders, and his thumbs began to dig into the knots of stress there. “Is it going to be one of those nights again?”
Hongjoong was aware of your current situation. You had fed him a lie that while being in the war, the closer the threat to your life, the darker your dreams were. Hongjoong thought it was your proximity to him that made you a target for The Reaper. You knew better; the more time you spent with your captain, the more your love for him--and the fear of losing him--attempted to kill you. Because you knew that if Hongjoong died, your heart would go with him.
You nodded, turning your head and rubbing your cheek against the back of Hongjoong’s fingers. “I’m afraid so.”
“Good thing I’m here then, huh?” Hongjoong put on a broad smile. There was nothing that could get this man down. He was always trying to spread positivity amongst his troops.
Your lover pushed a tender kiss to your temple and turned you around to face him. “Shall we, Captain?”
And like that, as if Hongjoong had hypnotized you and snapped his fingers, you were the one in charge. “Shouldn't you be on your knees, Lieutenant?” You crooned.
Hongjoong dropped without any preamble. His eyes stared up at you like you hung the stars in the sky just for him. “What do you need from me, Captain?"
“Compliant and wet,” You purred.
Hongjoong whined. “But we haven’t even started yet?”
You cocked your head, appearing curious, but your face was deadly. “You mean the minute you went to your knees, you didn’t get a small wet spot on your underwear?” You clucked your tongue in disappointment. “I expect better of you, Hongjoong.”
Hongjoong shuffled forward eagerly. “I can be better,” he whispered in excitement.
“Can you?” You cupped Hongjoong’s face, if only to rub the pad of your thumb over his generous lower lip.
The captain’s expression became a bit vacant. Hongjoong’s oral fixation was horrible. He began to open his lips to take in your thumb when you removed your hold on him altogether. Hongjoong stumbled, having to right himself after leaning into your touch.
You take a seat on your cot, crossing your legs and leaning back on your palms. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Well? I’m waiting, Lieutenant, and my patience is wearing thin. Should I--”
Before you could even finish your sentence, Hongjoong was unbuckling his pants and playing with the head of his cock through his underwear. It truly wasn’t long before a wet spot spread across them. Hongjoong looked up at you hopefully. “Is that better?”
You placed the ball of your booted foot against Hongjoong’s chest and pushed. “Do you really think you can play without yourself and make this all better?” You shook your head. “I really do have to do all the work around here, don’t I? Just a pretty head and nothing between those ears, huh?”
Hongjoong’s face heated up with embarrassment. “I can--”
Your hand snapped out and captured Hongjoong’s face in a fierce grip. “No, you can’t, Hongjoong. That’s the point. You can’t even use your cock properly, can you?” You push Hongjoong back, releasing his jaw and he fell to the ground. You placed your foot barely over his cock, only clothed in his underwear. “You need me to fuck you to make you even form sentences. It’s quite sad, actually.”
Hongjoong moaned loudly, and his eyes widened in fear. He had to be quiet. In fact, there was a rule of punishment if Hongjoong was too loud in your tent.
You sighed heavily and lifted your foot off of him. “See? Oh, Lieutenant."
Hongjoong pouted but moved towards the locked chest at the foot of your cot. He whispered the greek word for secret, and it opened a bottom drawer that hadn't been there before. He reached for a cock ring and then moved towards the cot.
It was there he assumed his position: face down, ass up. He pulled his pants down, along with his underwear, and placed the cock ring around himself with a hiss. He was about to get a whole lot of fucking with zero orgasm. Well, he had only enacted one punishment, so he’d have only one withheld orgasm.
You removed your shift completely, reaching down into the same drawer and pulling out the double-sided strap-on that had been specially crafted for your specific purpose; it would pull your own wetness from your cunt and push out of the hole at the tip. One side slipped up into your cunt, pressing against your clit, while it snuggly fit on your body so that the cock part aimed perfectly as if you had a cock yourself. You whispered Agua and all the wetness you had acquired from degrading Hongjoong began to bead out of the cockhead.
You used the wetness to coat your finger and began to open Hongjoong’s puckered hole up. You swore, the captain enjoyed the work up part more than the act itself because Hongjoong was always the noisiest as you scissored him.
One hand on Hongjoong’s hip, and other two fingers deep in him, you sighed. “Am I going to have to gag you, Hongjoong?”
“No no no,” Hongjoong mindlessly disagreed with you. “I can be quiet.”
“Prove it then,” You snapped.
You removed your fingers from Hongjoong, and he whined like you had just taken his favorite toy away from him. You clucked your tongue in disappointment once again. “That’s a second orgasm lost, Lieutenant. Your punishments are stacking up.”
“Please!” Hongjoong could only plead for the one thing that would make him feel better and that was the dark blue cock that was nestled between your legs right now.
“At least you remembered the magic word,” you muttered.
You maneuvered the cock to Hongjoong’s puckered hole and slowly pushed into him. Hongjoong whimpered quietly as you gave him exactly what he wanted. You rocked your hips slightly, fighting for every inch. One look down at HOngjoong showed him drooling and vacant-eyed once again. It was obvious he did enjoy the work towards the goal the most.
Once you were fully sheathed inside of him, you rubbed Hongjoong’s ass tenderly. “Are you ready, Joongie?”
“Mmm,” Hongjoong was nonverbal now.
Taking some pity on him, you started to move in and out of his now-stretched hole. Hongjoong moaned at the movement. You leaned over Hongjoong’s back and slowly stroked him. Hongjoong let out a squeak at the added stimulation. You weren’t eager to pick up speed either way. It’s not like Hongjoong was coming anytime soon.
“Isn’t this exactly where you belong? In my bed, under me, escaping sleep?” You murmured against his clothed back.
“ ‘s good,” Hongjoong managed to slur, clearly not hearing anything but wanting to be good.
“So good, huh, Joongie?” You cooed at your lover. “Feels good to have my cock deep inside of you, doesn’t it?”
Hongjoong swallowed loudly. “More,” he whined.
“No, Joongie. We have all night. You’ll get what I give you,” You replied.
“More,” Hongjoong pleaded. He raised his ass to meet one of your slow thrusts inside of him. His ass jolted a bit with the harsher slap of your pelvis against his ass, and he groaned happily.
You deliberately raised your body and then pulled nearly out of him entirely. Only the cockhead of the double sided strap-on remained inside of him. Hongjoong made noises of worry. He knew when something was about to be taken away from him.
“Who's in charge?” You growled.
“You! Youuuuuu!” Hongjoong strained backward regardless. The shape of his ass was so very nice.
“Am I? then why are you attempting to change the pace to what you want, Hongjoong?” You sneered.
“ ‘m not, I'm not, it’s you, you’re the captain. I’m dumb, I’m just a dumb useless cock,” Hongjoong wailed.
“That’s right,” You agreed.
So the pattern continued, as you slowly fucked Hongjoong with your double sided strap-on. You were edging yourself as well, but you were attempting to tire yourself out until the point where you had no dreams and beat Hongjoong’s insomnia while you were at it. Hongjoong begged for more, or took it where he could, and you denied denied denied.
It wasn’t until a teary-eyed Hongjoong, with a trembling lower lip, finally had his cock ring removed, that you fucked him on his back, legs up in the air. He was able to spurt over his stomach as your own orgasm ripped through you. You both made desperate noises as you came.
Hongjoong looked perfect under you, covered in all manner of bodily fluids, eyes closed, his little kitty-cat smile curling up the corners of his lips. He was content like this, and this is how you preferred him.
“Did you come, Joongie?” You asked your rhetorical question.
“You made me come so fucking hard,” Hongjoong groaned, slowly but surely coming back to his true self.
You chuckled, pulling out of him and pulling the toy out of you. You cleaned it up thoroughly with a Dutch word and then tossed your tired body beside your captain.
“Happy slumber,” you murmured to your lover.
“Happy dreamless sleep,” he murmured back.
Master List ~ Day Eight: Mingi & Jongho {Threesome} ~ Day Ten: Wooyoung {Predator/Prey}
♧Au: sci-fi, aliens, apart of my Breed series, pls check out this chapter for context
♧Trope: strangers to lovers, poly-share
♧Rating: 18+, Minors Do Not Interact
♧Word Count: 2,606
♧Warnings: threesome, breast play, breast obsession, first time sex, sex with no protection, ass appreciation, first time oral, oral (m)
♧Master List ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia} ~ Day Nine: Hongjoong {Pegging}
“This is ridiculous,” Jongho grumbled under his breath. “After practically all of you have experimented with the humans, I hardly understand why it’s necessary for me as well.”
Mingi sneers half-heartedly. “If I have to do it, so do you.”
Jongho blew an annoyed raspberry at the tall guard. “I don’t know why you’re complaining. It seems like you are enamored with the female’s mammary glands.” Jongho sends a look down his nose. “You know those are for young, right?”
Mingi’s fists clench momentarily. It was time for Jongho to get off his high horse. Mingi was going to be the one to lead Jongho to his demise. It only seemed right, the way he was initiated. It seemed like these humans enjoyed procreation through teaching methods.
You were in the room of rest that you and San had been given. San was out for observation, Mingi had ensured that with Wooyoung, and that left you all for Mingi and Jongho.
“My comet,” Mingi greeted you cordially despite the term of endearment.
“Mingi!” You launch yourself upwards from the wavy couch in excitement. “I didn’t expect to see you.”
Mingi’s visage softened for a moment, and then he shook his head. He couldn't be swayed until Jongho was committed too far to stop. “I have brought the final member of our team you’ve yet to meet. This is--”
“Choi Jongho, chief data collector,” Jongho interrupted Mingi. He thrusted out his hand to you, as he had learned from the videos of foreign dignitaries meeting for the first time. “We are what your species call scientists. No, researchers. Yes.”
“Ah,” you say, shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you, Jongho.”
Jongho put his hands behind his back and began to pace. “As you’re well aware, we are here to collect the data in regards to what purpose your species has for copulating still to procreate. Our species, of course, is beyond such frivolities. Why involve bodily functions that are messy when once can simply splice genes and create the perfect offspring?”
Your eyes lit up with interest. “Well, for one--”
Jongho waved away your words. “Yes yes, you’ve cited the pleasure of it. Certainly something to consider, I suppose.”
You cocked your head. “How can you consider it if you haven’t experienced it yourself?”
Jongho’s eyes meet Mingi’s,who simply shrugs in response. “I’ve taken extensive notes.”
You shook your head, eyebrows furrowing. “You’ve taken notes? There’s no way a thorough researcher like yourself has simply taken notes and leaves it at that.”
“The feeling is unquantifiable,” Mingi agrees. “It’s not even the moment of it. There is a build up, and accumulation if you will. It--”
Jongho cuts off the guard once again. It seemed to be his habit. “I don’t need a Body to tell me about it again, I have your debrief memorized, Mingi.”
If looks could kill, Jongho would be lying bleeding on the floor.
“However,” Jongho continued. “I don’t believe that I have to experience it myself. There is plenty of experimentation involving many of you humans and what you call us aliens.”
You shoot an apologetic look Mingi’s way. “But what if their explanation is not enough? What if you could succinctly capture what exactly pleasure feels like? Surely, that would look amazing on your report back to your home planet?”
The alien brought his hand to his chin in an extremely human gesture in thought. “You do have a point.”
“The first step would be to find what part of the female appeals to you,” Mingi reiterated.
“That does seem to be the key, doesn’t it,” Jongho continued to think out loud. He paced around you, circling like a shark in the water. “What appeals to me about you, female.”
“ ‘Female’ is a bit clinical, don’t you think?” You bring up for the thousandth time.
“I’m sure you do,” you muttered under your breath.
However, Jongho squeezed your body in an attempt to discover what exactly did it for him. One hand went to your ass, and then another joined it until he was practically groping you through your robe. And it was doing something to you.
When you let out a soft moan, however, Jongho removed his hands like your body burned him. “I still don’t see how this is important.”
You turned around quickly. “Well.” You let your eyes drag down Jongho’s body until they arrive to rest on his pelvis. “The only way you’re going to get hard enough is to find what you enjoy.”
Jongho frowned heavily, his chin hitting his chest as he joined you, staring at this pelvis. “Why can’t I simply decide I’m ready to procreate and it gets ready?”
You giggled in response. “Mingi, do you think we should show him what we mean?”
Mingi is nodding quickly before you even finish your sentence. Then his eyes shyly moved towards Jongho. “You can repeat according to methodology, correct?” Perhaps Mingi was showing that he shouldn’t be left out of the equation of big thinkers.
You removed your robe immediately, letting it shimmy to the ground. Mingi’s gaze went straight to your tits. It was clear that the alien had an affinity for them. Which was fine by you. You loved a good breast worship.
Your nipples pebbled from the cold ship air, and Mingi took a step towards your body. His eyes, somehow bigger now and more vulnerable, met your gaze. “I heard it’s important for males to ask for permission.”
You’re sure on Mingi’s bad days, he could kill many living beings, with his stature and his sharp gaze. But in moments like these, you were sure he was a soft boy, just like Sannie. That thought alone had your heart expand for another alien.
“You have permission to touch me, Mingi,” you replied quietly.
Mingi’s hand reached out, bouncing your tit in the palm of his hand, almost as if he was judging its weight. But by the way his pupils darkened, you were assuming that he was savoring the moment of having your breasts in his hands once again. “These are my favorites. I can not explain why they appeal to me. I do know they are soft, and I like that. Having tasted them before--”
Jongho scrunched up his nose in confusion. “Tasted?”
You encouraged Mingi by nodding, and then the tall alien carefully leaned down and captured one nipple in his mouth. You couldn't help but groan at the feeling of his hot mouth encompassing your nipple. Your hand carded through his hair, encouraging him to do more. Mingi licked your nipple, circling it like he was following the shape of it. Then he popped off to answer Jongho.
“She enjoys the feeling of it, and that makes me want to do it more.” To underline his point, he sucked and licked at your other nipple.
“This also helps me,” you panted. “It prepares my body for procreation as well.”
“How so?” Jongho demanded quickly.
Mingi backed off from your nipples. He wrapped his huge hand around his now-very-apparent erection. “I would also like to know. I was not privy to this the last time…”
The last time being when he fucked your tits while San fucked your cunt. Mingi had a point. Good thing you were an exhibitionist.
You put your feet a little bit further apart and then dipped your fingers along your slick folds. “I need to be wet for your cocks.”
“Cocks?” Jongho frowned again. “Are you able to take more than one? Surely not.”
You laughed a little apprehensively. “I’ve never done it before, but theoretically, yes.”
Jongho wrapped his hand around your wrist and yanked it free of your cunt. When he could see how visibly coated and wet your fingers were, he raised an eyebrow at you. “And are you ready?”
You shrugged. “I am, but you’re not.”
Jongho was not sporting a tent within his robe. “I suppose I should, then, touch you…”
“I have an idea.” Mingi licked his lips. “I’m ready. We should not waste the energy. I should enter my Comet. You can figure out what you prefer as I do so.”
“You want that?” Jongho questioned.
Mingi smiled slowly. “Fucking her breasts was a delight but I am eager to attempt the correct way.”
His usage of your phrases and that slow smile just made you wetter if you weren’t already. So you grabbed Mingi’s hand and led him back to the wavy couch you had been reclining earlier. “Lay back,” you murmured, pressing a hand to his broad shoulder.
Mingi let you guide him to his back on the couch. He also let you open his robe wide so his body was on display. He was generous with his chest and his waist almost rivaled San's. It wasn't a chore having to fuck this alien.
You lifted yourself onto the couch and straddled Mingi's waist. You gripped Mingi’s straining girth of a cock and angled it to your hole. Mingi gasped and stopped you descending down on him.
“Be gentle,” he said, looking up at you with apprehension but interest.
“Oh, Mingi,” You sighed happily. “I'll be careful with you.”
You pushed down ever so slowly, and Mingi’s jaw dropped. “The sensation!” With that, the large guard gripped your hips and pushed himself deep within you.
“Oh my God,” You groaned, as Mingi’s long cock split your walls.
“Is it okay?” His raspy voice from experiencing his first cunt contrasted with the worry coating his tongue.
“It's fine, Mingi,” You attempted to reassure him while trying to not pass out, almost instantly becoming dumb on his cock.
Mingi squeezed your hips and then lifted his own to begin. He moaned out loud with the feel of one pass of his cock against your inner silky walls. “More,” he voiced, moving to squeeze your ass, to dive even deeper into you.
It was all you could manage to brace yourself against his tight stomach as Mingi fucked up into you. It was good that he was catching on because you weren't quite sure you could instruct him while taking in his massive cock. “A-ah, Mingi.”
“It feels good, right? Does it feel good for you too? Am I doing it right?”
You half laughed and half groaned. “Mingi, you're doing so good.”
Mingi beamed up at you, hands almost kneading your ass cheeks as he bounced you up and down his cock. “I'm glad.”
Jongho, in the meantime, was a little slack jawed himself. And by now, sporting a very pointed tent in his robes.
“Master Researcher, would you like some relief?” You wondered.
Jongho wet his lips. “I don't…”
“C'mere,” You cajoled. “I can help you.”
Jongho slowly approached you as Mingi slowed his pace for you. Such a considerate alien. When he came abreast of the wavy couch, you slowly pulled apart his robe. Jongho’s body was stocky and thick, and it made your mouth water.
“Mingi, is there any way you could get the room to lower the couch?” You wondered. You were pretty sure there was nothing the aliens ship couldn't do.
Without another word, the couch lowered to the ground, exactly as you had asked for. Now you could fuck Mingi and help Jongho.
You reached out for Jongho’s cock but he stopped you before you could reach it. Still, it twitched against his stomach. You looked up at him in question.
His mouth twisted bitterly. “Hongjoong and I have spoken extensively on what your body has done to the others. I can not comprehend how you manage to bring out this manner of throwing everyone's brains on the ground.”
You smiled to yourself. “I wouldn't say it's my power alone. More like all of your kind seem to lose their brains when it comes to sex.”
Jongho slowly released your hand. “And you?”
“If you let me take your cock in my mouth, I think you'll see just how drunk I can get.”
Jongho’s mouth pressed into a stubborn line and then released it on second thought. With a brisk nod, you were given the go-ahead. You locked eyes with Jongho as your mouth moved towards to suck on his cockhead. Even one tiny lick had Jongho’s eyes rolling into the back of his head.
Now that Jongho was on the clear road to where Mingi had sought to take him, the other alien decided enough was enough, and he wanted to feel what an orgasm was like within you. He had watched San do it enough times that he was sure there wasn’t much else to do when he had fucked your breasts; he simply needed to let go.
Your eyes closed as Mingi started to bounce you enthusiastically. You felt your brain cells melt away as he started to churn your insides into mush. Luckily, your mind was on auto-suck, continuing to play with Jongho’s cock in your mouth. Your eyes didn’t open until Jongho locked his hands behind your head and shoved himself deep into your mouth.
You made a noise of surprise as he did so, hands bracing against his hipbones as your nose found his pelvis. It was worth the slight inability to breathe because as you looked up at Jongho, his head was cast back, and he was clearly enjoying the sensation of being down your throat.
“Do you intend to suffocate her?” Mingi cried out, slightly worried for your wellfare.
Jongho shook his head. “You have no idea what this feels like.” Reluctantly, Jongho let you pull back, but he was just as quick to have you descend back down his length. “When she swallows--” Jongho moaned gratuitously.
You clenched around Mingi’s length inside of you, and it was Mingi’s turn to groan loudly. “I think I have an idea,” Mingi said.
With one cock working in two out of your three holes, you were truly in seventh heaven. You made noises of contentment, happy to be used by the two aliens. But where this was Jongho’s first time experiencing any shade of sex and Mingi’s first time inside of your cunt, it wasn’t long before the two of them were spilling inside of you, coming with their own versions. You finally got to see Mingi’s cum face, tongue waggling out in an almost mind-numbing manner, while Jongho’s was nose-scrunching glorious.
Fortunately for you, Mingi didn’t lose his hard on, and so you were able to continue to work yourself on his length until you came as well. The pleasure radiated through you, with the taste of Jongho on your tongue and Mingi’s hands having left bruises on your hips.
You might have passed out, for you weren’t sure when Jongho pulled out of your mouth, nor when Mingi had pulled you to his chest. You didn’t have any energy to care for that matter.
“Can you agree then?” You felt Mingi’s deep voice rumble through his chest. “Is the pleasure almost unquantifiable?”
“For once, Mingi, I believe you’re right,” Jongho responded.
“We should clean her up. She deserves the rest,” Mingi pursued.
“This was an unauthorized procreation,” Jongho brought up. “You will… not inform Hongjoong of this?”
Mingi chuckled. “I won’t say anything if you won’t, Chief Data Analyser.”
Jongho made a noise of excitement. “I must get back to my lab! There are so many notes I need to make!”
If Hongjoong wasn’t to know of this… did this mean you’d be seeing Jongho again? You hoped so. There was so much more you wished to experience with all the aliens. Including their leader…
Master List ~ Day Seven: San {Somnophilia} ~ Day Nine: Hongjoong {Pegging}
◇Master List ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification} ~ Day Eight: Mingi and Jongho {Threesome}
A dark figure crouched on top of a glass dome. San’s nightvision glasses aided him in peering down at his target. San was a mercenary but he wasn’t what you’d call a normal merc. He was an ingredient hunter. Witches hired him to gather those tough-to-acquire ingredients for their potions and spells. He was damn good at his job, he reminded himself. This one was just… a bit off.
San tugged at the collar of his tight turtle neck, his biceps flexing with the motion in the sleeveless shirt. The ingredient request sent via an anonymous digital owl, informed him that he had to ‘elicit an orgasm from a Medusa’. Well, any Medusa was known to kill on site, so there was really only one way he could capture an orgasm from one... while they were asleep.
The mercenary checked his toolbelt one more time, ensuring that the device that would capture the orgasmic moan that left your mouth was there, and then he decided that he had procrastinated enough.
Having already silently cut a hole in the glass dome, San clipped a carabiner to his harness that was attached to the rope he had tied to an anchor, and began his descent. His leather gloves allowed the rope to easily pass across his palms as he steadily moved from the roof of the building towards the floor.
Your form remained unmoving as he did so. You were in slumberland, a silk cap firmly wrapped around your hair. Not willing to risk any life that accidentally woke you up, this was your nightly ritual. Unbeknownst to you, your instincts from the olden days would have come in handy tonight.
Unclipping the carabiner from his torso harness, San put one foot in front of the other, legs slightly bent. He was quieter than death as he crept upon your slumbering body.
You wore a silk teddy, matching with your silk cap, and San’s breath caught in the back of his throat. The light from the moon highlighted your body in ways that had his cock stirring in his pants. He adjusted himself in his pants, pursing his lips. He didn’t exactly need to use his cock. There were easier, less exposing ways to get you to come.
San climbed on your raised bed. While on his hands and knees, he used his teeth to pull at the bottom of one of his gloved hands. Once it was free, he tucked the glove into the back of his pants and skimmed his fingertips along your ankle and up your calf. San’s dark eyes remained on your face to see if his touch would wake you up. When you didn’t even stir, San thanked whatever witches he was working for that they sent him to a heavy sleeper.
His fingers climbed higher up your leg. He resisted the urge to squeeze your nice thighs. This wasn’t the time or the place to indulge in personal preferences. With his other hand, he slowly and carefully lifted the hem of your teddy to reveal… that you were wearing nothing under it. San had to cover his face with his hand to silence an unbidden moan. He was not expecting that.
Sending another checking glance towards your features, San leans down, almost comical in the way his back arches and his ass raises behind him. When his face is almost level with your cunt, he curiously blows on it. You make a tiny noise and stir your legs slightly, but still no consciousness. That boded well for him; if you were verbal when you felt pleasure, it would take no time at all for him to pull an orgasm from you.
The mercenary stuck his triangle-shaped tongue, short in its nature, out and towards your unaware pussy. It circled your clit carefully, eyes still solid on your face. When your hips shifted, giving him better access, San began to smirk to himself. You were almost making this too easy for him. The slow circling quickly devolved into firm licks to your clit. When your hips began to move in motion with his tongue, San knew he was completing this mission. He watched for what speed and precision you seemed to enjoy the most, and adjusted, until he had you whining quietly to his pussy-eating.
That’s when San knew it was time to put a finger in you. His free hand snatched the orgasm capturing device from his belt. Although San was very positive his tongue would bring you to climax, he was a man with a mission, and he needed some assurances. One being his fingers tapping against the spongey part inside of you. Your needy noises were all the response he required as he did so. You braced your feet firmly apart, waving your pelvis at his administration.
Your eyebrows frowned inwards and the urge to shoot up your body and soothe you was something San had to fight with all of his inner strength. He was a giver, naturally, not a taker. But he had to focus, you were close, he could tell by the way your walls were clenching around his finger.
San inserted a second finger into your wet hole, causing your ass to almost lift up off your bed. He had to brace his other arm that was holding the device to capture your orgasm against your lower stomach to keep you in place, otherwise he was going to lose his momentum.
Putting his tongue back to work, San wiggled the wet appendage, flat against your clit, in conjunction with his two fingers pressing and massaging your g-spot. You came apart for him, the most beautiful cry escaping your lips. San pressed on the button on the side of the device, that opened with purple light seeping out from the opening. The noise of your orgasm, and San swore the feeling of pleasure, got sucked into it and it closed with a snap.
Your hips twitched with the aftershocks of San’s fingers still inside of you. Carefully, he pulled them free from your cunt. Your inner muscles squeezed on them, almost as if your pussy was reluctant to let him leave. San once again smirked to himself, sucking on the wet digits to clean himself up.
Unable to fight his instincts further, San licked up the wetness that had leaked from your hole, careful not to stimulate you more but wanting to do one more thing for you before he left. Then he pulled down your teddy back in place and slowly moved backwards off your bed. When he fished his glove tucked into the back of his pants and finished putting it back on, San was satisfied that you weren’t going to wake up and turn him into a personal trophy.
With one more, almost hesitant look, San clipped himself back with the carabiner and began his ascent out the hole he came from. His arms bulged once again as he used his upper body strength to extract himself from his mission. His body may be doing all the work but his mind was on the taste of your pussy still on his lips.
Master List ~ Day Six: Yeosang & Jongho {Dumbification} ~ Day Eight: Mingi and Jongho {Threesome}
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😈Apart of Soul Chained universe with Wooyoung! and Libido with San!
😈Pairing: Magical Boy! Yeosang x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boy Seonghwa and target! Stray Kids' Changbin
😈Genre: smut with some plot
😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus
😈Trope: hero/villain
😈Rating: 18+, Minors do not interact, all ageless/blank blocks will be blocked!!!
😈Word Count: 2,679
😈Warnings: proximity aphrodisiac, slight cock torture, dub-con, begging, sex without protection, pussy-drunk, nipple play, denied orgasm, mind-fog, groping, cum eating, oral (f), mentions of jerking off
😈Summary: following a doctor's odd report, Yeosang poses as a patient with the malady of always being hard and aching for release when a certain nurse comes into his room. When the predator becomes the prey, will this magical boy be able to hold out?
😈Author’s Note: kinda hits that this fic has tortured woosansang, you know? 😆
😈divider provided by @cafekitsune
“Good Morning, Changbin. These two gentlemen are here about your maladie. Would you please be so kind as to explain to them exactly what’s been happening to you?”
Seonghwa and Yeosang had been sent to the hospital due to an odd situation that had been occurring there. Dressed in their street clothes, they came to the hospital to investigate the happenstance that sounded like it was exactly in their league of expertise.
Changbin began his story glumly. “So I’ve been in here because I broke my arm, right? Suddenly, a few nights back during the night shift, I got really hard, out of absolutely nowhere. Then this gorgeous nurse comes into my room. She says that it seems there was an unforeseen side effect to my painkillers and she’s come to relieve me of undue stress. Then she gives me the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life. Except I don’t get soft after. She makes a note on her clipboard and then leaves.”
Seonghwa tapped his hand to his lip in thought. “Sounds like a succubus, alright.”
The doctor nodded. “I thought so. Changbin isn’t on any pain killers that would have any kind of side effects like he described. Nor would we send in a nurse to… well…” The doctor seemed to have lost his tongue.
“I have an idea,” Yeosang said with his whole chest.
After explaining, both the doctor and Seonghwa voiced their worries. But the hero of our story, Kang Yeosang, was determined and sure he could win the day.
***
You stalked down the hospital hallway, sending out feelers for the horny. Well, not anyone truly had a choice. Any man within thirty meters of you would become undeniably horny. It was the lonely you were looking for. They tended to be the tastiest morsels.
But then your senses glared and you sucked in your breath. What the fuck--who the fuck--was that?!
You smoothed your hands down your stomach, practically trembling with anticipation, and then you pushed open the door into the room where your tasty treat was waiting.
You were met with a loud moan upon pushing open the door. You quietly closed it and locked it, moving deeper into the room. You paused at the foot of the bed, pulling the clipboard resting there.
“Kang Yeosang, hmmm?” You purred. “It says here you're in for two broken arms, you poor thing.”
Your eyes rose from the clipboard and swept over the beautiful man on the bed. He indeed sported two arms in casts, utterly useless to the pulsing hard on that he was sporting beneath the thin hospital blankets.
“Please,” Yeosang groaned. “I feel so hot.”
You pull the pen from your nurse's outfit and pretend to write something on the clipboard when really all you do is add a heart to the paper.
“I see you're having an adverse affect to the painkillers we've administered to you,” You evaluated.
“Help me, nurse, please,” Yeosang groaned again, thrashing his legs.
You tapped your pen to your lips. Something was wrong here. This was too good to be true. It was a trap, to be sure. But your pussy was practically pulsing with need, with Yeosang at a disadvantage to stop anything you did to him.
You use the tip of the pen, unclicked of course, do prod at Yeosang hard on. “We'll have to do something about this, sir. We simply cannot have you stressed while you attempt to heal.”
You watched as Yeosang licked his lips. His eyebrows furrowed inwards. “It hurts,” he whined.
You shrugged. To hell with it. This was too good to not take advantage of. You put down the pen and clipboard and climbed on top of the hospital bed.
You straddled Yeosang, bouncing your ass on top of his cock and he groaned even louder. “Hmm, it seems to be painful. I'll have to take a closer look.”
You go on all fours, pulling down the bedsheets and pulling up Yeosang’s hospital gown. Yeosang hissed as the cool air hit his throbbing cock.
You chucked your tongue. “Now this is just a travesty.”
His cock continued to jump, several veins prominent along the shaft. His mushroom head was an angry red, with accompanying precum that looked good enough to drink.
You blew on his cock and he yelped in response. He began to twist in the bed. “Please, I'm--please,” he whimpered.
“I'm taking mental notes, sir,” You said with a disapproving tone. “You can't rush the medical profession.
“I really--” Yeosang swallowed loudly, his eyes rolling with desire. “I just really need to be inside something,” he whispered.
“Poor, poor Yeosang,” You said in a mockingly sweet voice. “You couldn't even relieve yourself if you wanted to, hmm? What would you have resorted to? Humping the bed?”
Yeosang began to panting with need. “Puh-puhlease. I need your help.”
“Alright,” you grumbled goodnaturedly. “I'll put you out of your misery, sir.”
You raised your skirt and gripped the base of Yeosang’s cock to hold it vertical and ready for you to spear yourself with it. Even the simple touch of your hand on his cock had Yeosang crying out. He fucked up into your hand, ass clenching as his hips moved upwards.
You tsked at your patient/target. “Sir, I must get you inside of me, do not act up.”
“Feels so good, feels so good,” Yeosang panted, completely ignoring your orders.
“You wait,” You chuckled darkly. “Nothing is like the deep recesses of my cunt.”
With one fluid movement, you took all of Yeosang inside of you, tossing your head back and moaning, relishing the feel of this man that was dripping with sexual energy inside of you. You immediately began to wave your body, adjusting to a tortuous pace that grinded your clit so nicely against Yeosang’s pelvis.
Yeosang was silent, his eyes distant and glassy. He was simply inside of you with minimal friction and he was already dumb for you. Perfection.
“There's a good little patient,” You continued with your sugary sweet tone. “You're doing so good for me. You stay still and I'm going to make you feel so much better.”
Yeosang’s lip pushed out and he shuddered thoroughly as your pussy clenched down on him. “Help me.”
That's when you began to bounce on him, his strong pelvic muscles flexing so that you could do so. You began to pinch and roll your nipples through the nurses outfit, and your tail began to sway lazily, having escaped the confines of your dress upon lifting it.
Slowly, but surely, you began to feed from Yeosang, draining his magical energy. You leaned down to eat at his lips, enjoying the extra flavor of his deep moans. You were in heaven. It was like you were having an appetizer, the main course and dessert, all at the same time.
“Come on, Yeosang, just a little bit more,” You encouraged, bouncing eagerly on that fat cock of his. “Give me your everything, fill me to the brim, and then I promise you won't hurt anymore.”
“No, you won't hurt anyone anymore,” a different voice said with determination. “Shooting Star Confusion!”
Suddenly, your head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. Who were you? What were you doing? What was that delicious feeling curling in your stomach?
“Seog--seonghwa, I can't stop fucking her. Her power is still strong even with your confusion powers!” The man under your stuttered.
Seonghwa muttered under his breath, wrapping two arms around your waist and pulled you off the bed. “How the hell are we going to bring her back to HQ then? She already owns your dick.”
You giggled, empty headed but for the thought of Seonghwa’s length pressing up against your backside as well. “I own yours too.”
Seonghwa cursed. “This is a mess. I don’t know why I agreed to this, Yeosang. Hongjoong is going to kill us both.”
Yeosang, with his hair plastered to his face, sweat making his hospital gown cling to his body, groaned and laughed at the same time. “But it was so worth it. We got the succubus and I almost had the best fuck of my life.”
“Great, so glad you could almost lose your powers and get me in trouble in the process,” Seonghwa continued to complain. One of his arms lost its grasp on you, in order to tap his comm to speak with someone. “Hey. Target acquired. No civilians harmed. We might need help with evac--”
Seonghwa groaned as you turned in his grasp and rubbed a hand eagerly through his leather pants. His hair was a pretty pink tone. You licked your lips.
“Scratch that,” Seonghwa said in a strained voice. “Looks like we might have to drain her powers before we bring her back. I’ll touch base when we’re ready.”
“That sounds fun,” You cooed in a singsong voice.
Seonghwa’s pretty violet eyes narrowed down at you. “Yeosang, just change into your magical form and help me out already.”
You smiled like the cat got your cream. You might not truly know what’s going on here but you think you’re about to get your brains fucked out. And that always sounds fun in your books.
Yeosang chuckled in distraught. “She might have drained me a little too much for me to do that.”
Seonghwa cursed under his breath again. “I’m never letting you plan a mission ever again, Kang Yeosang.”
Seonghwa wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you on the table that sat at the end of the patient’s bed to be used to eat from and pushed your legs apart. “Jesus, Yeo,” Seonghwa muttered under his breath. “You didn't even come inside of her but you're dripping out of her!”
“The plan was for her to at least believe she was draining me before you captured her,” Yeosang protested.
“Careful of my pussy,” You giggled, running your talons through Seonghwa’s bubble-gum pink hair. “It’s dangerously addictive.”
You wiggled your body forward so that your cunt would get closer to the lip of the table. Seonghwa blew on your throbbing pussy and you squealed in delight. Seonghwa swallowed loudly and licked his lips. “Here goes nothing.”
The pink haired man pushed his face against your pussy. You saw him purse his lips before he began to stick his tongue into your clenching hole. You moaned wantonly, pushing your hips forward. His tongue felt delicious inside of you. It twisted and swirled, and you couldn't help but push your hand through his cotton-candy hair, keeping it out of his face as it became covered in your own liquids.
Seonghwa pulled back, his eyes blown in lust. “Yeosang, you taste just like strawberry-kiwi.”
Yeosang chuckled in embarrassment. “Now who’s getting sucked into the moment?”
Seonghwa shook his head, untangling your fingers from his hair. “Distract her, please, I need help.”
You heard a brief sound, like something splintering, and suddenly, large hands encompassed your breasts.
“Were you…?” You wrinkled your nose in distraught. Was there something you were supposed to remember about Yeosang? You mentally shrugged and let your head hit the large man's shoulder behind you as Seonghwa continued to suck Yeosang’s cum out of your swollen cunt.
“God, I’ve been wanting to manhandle these tits since I saw you come in with this nurse’s outfit. You really are the perfect trap, aren’t you, little succubus?” Yeosang’s deep voice made you shiver.
Seonghwa made good work of your cunt, his nubile tongue moving in and out of your hole, scooping up all the remnants of Yeosang’s cunt. You were sure you had to stop him but you weren’t exactly sure why. And seeing as how this felt way too good, especially with the way Yeosang was playing with your tits, you decided internally to keep going to see where this leads.
“Come one, little succubus, come for us,” Yeosang encouraged you. You could feel his hard cock pressing up against your back as his hips dug forward.
“I--” You choked on your own moan as Seonghwa’s eyes swept upwards to look at you. The grey orbs made you wonder if he tasted like strawberries and cream like his hair or yummy vanilla earl grey tea because of his iris’s.
“Oh fuck, if we bring her back, she’s going to need a surpression collar immediately or I’m going to be in her cell fucking her every minute of every day,” Yeosang admitted.
Your brain fog got cloudier as your climax approached. “I’m gonna--I’m gonna--!” You moaned loudly as your climax hit you. You humped Seonghwa’s face, milking his tongue for all it was worth. You felt so good, you were floating on cloud nine.
Seonghwa leaned back, bracing his hands on his knees. “I’m so fucking hard--Jesus.” He ran a hand through his long hair. “Mingi--this is Seonghwa to HQ. We have drained the succubus. We are going to need some help bringing her back, though.”
A transparent screen appeared before Seonghwa. A man with fiery hair and glasses popped up. “If you drained her, you wouldn’t be hard anymore. Didn’t I tell you, she’s got a pheromone curse.”
Yeosang belly laughed. “That’s just his normal hard on, Mingi. You know how he gets when he eats out.” Yeosang continued to chuckle to himself.
Mingi rolled his eyes. “I’ll send Wooyoung, he needs some more experience.”
You watched as your tale became a faint pink colour instead of black, your nails receded and you felt your horns get smaller as well. The confusion that had been holding you back faded as well.
“You fucking magical boys drained me? Me? I had such a good operation here at the hospital. I wasn’t harming anyone, just taking some drinks here and there. What’s wrong with giving someone in pain a little head now and then?” You demanded with a weak snarl.
Yeosang pinched your nipples between his fingers, rolling them and making you cry out at the pain and pleasure. “Well, you were so good, we just had to take you home for ourselves,” Yeosang informed you.
You began to grumble under your breath. “You know, they say you are the saviours of the city, but you magical boys are just as bad as us succubuses. You enjoy sex just as much as us.”
Seonghwa smirked slowly, a crooked affair that had your pussy fluttering at the thought of it between your legs. “True. But we do it for good reasons. Doesn’t the means justify the ends?”
“I think you got it backwards, Seonghwa,” Yeosang sighed heavily behind you.
Seonghwa blushed. He was glowing with Yeosang’s power and your own. His shirt with cutouts and tight leather barely held back the sheen of his bronze skin. “Shut up, Yeosang. I’m not the one that almost lost my power because I couldn't handle a slutty nurse.”
“Almost--” Yeosang choked on his ego. “You got lost in that cunt, don’t even pretend to be mightier than thou!”
“Gentlemen, there’s enough of me for the both of you. And this Wooyoung you speak of. We could all have a fun time,” You purred. You looked around the small hospital room. “Although we might need a change of scenery."
Seonghwa rubbed his face tiredly. “Wooyoung better get here quickly. I need a time-out.”
“Does that involving jerking off to the idea of our fair nurse and your face buried in her cunt or--”
Yeosang made a pained ‘oof’ noise as Seonghwa moved to punch Yeosang in the arm. Yeosang burst into laughter. “Alright, alright. I gotta get out of this hospital gown.”
You watched with an appreciative eye as Yeosang pulled himself out of the hospital bed and removed his hospital gown. From his broad shoulders, big arms, thick waist and cute little butt, you should have known from the get go that he was a trap. And you did but who could say no to that little treat waiting for you in bed? Your downfall had been your greed but you found yourself not being able to regret it.
honorary series tag: @potatomountain
mandatory wrote yeosang tag: @anyamaris @downtoamagicalland
😈Apart of Soul Chained universe with Wooyoung!
😈Pairing: Magical Boy! San x Succubus! Reader (f) ft magical boys mingi & jongho
😈Genre: smut with some plot
😈Au: magical girl, reversal, demon, succubus, hero/villain
😈trope: enemies to lovers
😈Rating: 18+, MDNI
😈Word Count: 2,614
😈Warnings: dubcon/noncon, sub! San, Dom! Reader, a play on the womb tattoo, surprise! san is really flexible, hand job, oral (m), rimming(m), anal fingering (m), spit kink, mxm, san is bisexual, bottom! san, top! mingi, unprotected sex, threesome, messy kissing, praise kink, begging, tricking someone into fucking you, denial of attraction
😈Summary: you curse the super strong magical boy, only to come up with an even better plan that will get you a much bigger meal. But will you succeed or will the magical boys win the day once again?
😈Author's Note: I'm having too much fun with this world. i hope you enjoy!
😈divider provided by @cafekitsune
You cackled as you flew through the air, part glide and part jump. Rooftops zoomed in and out as you touched on them momentarily only to glide through the air once again.
“San, no!” One of the magical boys you were fleeing from shouted.
“She’s not getting away this time!” San bellowed. “I’m going to catch her.”
A thrilling shiver went through your body, from the top of your head with your twisted horns, extending along the wings at the small of your back and the spade tail as well. Your claws retracted and extended at the thought of the juicy morsel that was pursuing you. You did so love a game of chase.
San, the magical boy leaping after you, had a mixture of dark blue and purple hair, cut short but only to enhance his sharp features. He had the biggest set of shoulders you had seen on a human man but barely any clothes covered his huge form. He had a halter top that left most of his pecs on display and gloves up his arms. His pants were torn in perfect places, enough to show the flexing of his legs at work. He was exactly the right magical boy for the job.
Earlier, you had targeted a group of guys out late from the bars. They may not be magical boys and full of delicious energy, but a Succubus couldn't be picky when she was starving. The magical boy’s energy meter must have gone off and thus Mingi and San were dispatched.
The quick steps behind you let you know that San was quickly catching up. You weren’t exactly looking to get away--you just needed room between San and Mingi, so you could get a taste of San. Or more.
You managed one final arc over to the next rooftop but midway, San slammed into you, causing you both to descend to the next rooftop you were aiming to. You both tumbled head over heel, and wound up with San on his hands and knees over you, his head hovering over your lower half. Not your preferred position, but you’d take it.
“I don’t even know why you ran,” San scolded you. “You guys always lose against us.”
“I dunno…” You purred, running your claws along San’s abdomen. “I think I won.”
All you needed was one pad of your fingers to touch San’s skin and you cursed him.
“Wha…what did you do?!” San jumped off of you and backed up on his butt to get away.
“Just a little gift.” You couldn't help but smirk while sitting up yourself.
The curse gloriously bloomed on San’s bronze skin; the dark, magical ink spread quickly. It began to affect San almost immediately after it finished forming. His thick cock pressed up against his pants and he began to pant in need.
“Why.. why do I feel so hot?” San whined.
“Come to me, big boy, I'll make you feel better,” You said as you started crawling towards him.
San’s hips buck up into the air but he's not going to get the friction he wants. “No… I can't succumb… to your dark magic.”
You chuckled. “Oh, but you will.”
San’s hands become fists, clutching his pants tightly, resisting the urge to cup himself through the material. “I’m much stronger than that,” he insisted.
You cocked your head, finally reaching him. “Are you?”
You run a finger down the middle of his torso. San bit down on his lower lip, watching you with hooded eyes as that finger runs down his shaft as well. You run it back up and then cruelly push at the slit of his cock. A wet spot appeared.
“Seems you like a little pain with your pleasure, cutie,” You teased.
“Mingi’s going to kill me,” San mumbled to himself.
You could practically feed from the aura San was giving. His arousal grew even as he spoke of one of his fellow magical boys.
“There’s a way to save yourself,” You dangled a tidbit in front of the moaning magical boy.
“You would show mercy?” San’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
You shook your head and laughed in delight. He was so expressive. He was going to be so much fun to play with. “No, cutie, I’m going to feed like a glutton tonight.”
You explained to San in detail that you could tell that he was attracted to Mingi. If San could lure Mingi in to fuck him, then you fucked San while the two were engaged, you could feed on both their magical powers but not drain them completely. You licked your lips in anticipation of how delicious they would be.
San shook his head back and forth in denial. “No!”
You raised an eyebrow in question at him. “Haven’t you shared moments of intimacy with your other members?”
San’s adorable purple dusting of a blush covered more of his face and spread down his neck. “Once I had to suck Jongho’s energy to win a fight but it was one time!”
“I’ll prep you, it’ll be great, don’t you worry!” You encouraged eagerly.
“Prep me?” San choked out his confusion.
It’s nothing to yank down San’s pants and contort his body so that he was still on his back, but his chin was adorably pressed against his ample chest, ass high in the air and his legs almost folding back to his head. This magical boy was quite flexible.
You wrapped a hand around his length and pumped experimentally. San’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Oh fuck.”
Continuing with the hand job, you press your chest to San’s lower body to keep it up and lick tentatively at San’s puckered hole. It clenched in response and you pushed your tongue in.
“No! Wait! That's--” San whined. “That feels so good.”
You scraped your fangs along San’s ass and he whimpered at the stimulation. You continued to yank at his pulsing election, twitching nicely against his stomach. You went back to licking and tonguing San’s asshole, enjoying how he squirmed in your hold. He was part denial, part glorious enjoyment and you were eating all of it up.
“Don't you want to be ready for Mingi?” You remind him.
“Nnnnnnn,” San wordlessly responded.
If he was dumb now, you can only imagine how he'll react to this next situation.
You let go of his cock in order to spread his cheeks and spit on his hole. You then, after retracting your claw, ran your forefinger around his puckered hole and then pushed in. You worked your finger into him, lubed up with the spit. San butt cheeks began to clench in an attempt to move back on your finger. Now that was some progress.
“Wanna be stuffed, do you, cutie?” You wondered as you continued to work San open with your finger.
“Feels… so… good…” San panted. His tongue was hanging out, pink and the perfect shape to lick you--but you could not afford to be distracted from your goal.
You worked a second finger in, continuing to spit on San’s hole. You scissored your fingers, making him gape open. He was almost ready for his magical friend.
“Now, San,” You cooed. In order to get a good, positive reaction from San, you wrapped your hand around his cock and continued to lick his asshole. “All you need to do is convince Mingi that in order for your curse to go away, Mingi just needs to fuck you. As soon as you come, it’ll go away. Then I’ll spear myself on you. You’ll have the best of both worlds. Don’t you want that? To be stuffed full and to be fully stuffed inside of me?"
“Puh-please,” San whimpered.
That was when you stopped stimulating San and stepped back. “I’ll just be hiding back here then; watching you. Be good and do as you're told, cutie.”
San’s lower half slowly unfolded as your body was no longer bracing him. He looked like a half-finished snack, cock firm against his stomach where the curse tattoo was, the most fucked-out look painted on his face, and his large chest heaving like he was out of breath.
“San!”
You step further back into the shadows as the aforementioned Magical Boy finally makes an appearance.
Mingi pushed his spectacles up his nose, surveying the scene. His button up shirt was sans buttons, tucked into his pants, with a v straight down his chest, framing his pecs wonderfully. He looked like he’d burst out of either his shirt or pants at any moment. His vibrant yellow and red hair should remind you of fire but instead you can smell mango and raspberries in the air.
“Mingi…” San groaned.
You have to stifle a giggle as you watch his cock twitch drastically against his toned stomach.
“I told you to not rush off--oh god.” Mingi’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “You’ve got a curse.”
You studied the other magical boy. Words and numbers flash across the glasses of his spectacles and Mingi let out a noise of understanding. “My computer says it’s a libido curse.”
“I fought the succubus off. She fled but not before giving me this. Can you help me?” San wondered. His hands couldn't help but wander over her body to feed the curse.
Mingi licked his lips nervously. “San…”
“It’ll go away if you fuck me, right? Come on man, you gotta help me. I’m…so hot,” San whined.
Mingi cursed under his breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I… okay, I’ll do it but only so that we can get back to HQ. It’s just to get rid of the curse, okay? In case your succubus comes back. I don’t want you to be drained of your magic.”
San grunted as he turned himself over and presented his ass to Mingi. Mingi sucked in a breath at the view. Mingi’s hand tentatively but reverently smooths over one globe of San’s ass. “Why are you so… wet? Already?”
San let out an impatient whine again. “I’m hard as a rock and my ass is ready to get stuffed, doesn’t that sound like a Libido Curse to you?”
“Fuck what your computer says!” San said harshly. “I’m dying down here. Hurry up and fuck me so we can get it over with.”
You smirked, seeing as how San’s really playing into the ‘we’re just doing this because we have to’ ideal. Even though you can smell both of the Magical Boy’s arousal from where you are in hiding.
“Okay, okay, I got you, San,” Mingi murmured.
The taller magical boy pulled himself out from his pants and you had to press your lips together to suppress the moan that was begging to leave your mouth. He’s got a cock that’s perfect for fucking--not that you’ll be doing any of that this evening, but even just the knowledge was good to have.
Mingi let out a precious whine as he pushed into San’s hole.
“Oh shit,” San moaned.
“Why the fuck do you have to be so tight?” Mingi whined back.
The two of them were a moaning mess. San rocked back into Mingi’s length and Mingi’s hips worked methodically. San slowly descended in madness, mumbling about how deep Mingi was going until he couldn't even form Mingi’s name. He was just mind-numbingly crying out for release. Mingi, if you could believe it, was worse off than San. His hips were stuttering before he could warn San and he stilled his hips, coming deep into San’s hole.
“Did you..,? Oh god, don’t move San! Did you… come?” Mingi panted.
“No!” San whined. “I was so close!”
With Mingi weak, having sent his energy to San, now was your chance. Even with San glowing, his hair bright and jewel-toned, he was still cursed. His cock pulsed with need and he was ripe for the picking.
“Good job, San,” You purred as you stroll out of the shadows.
“Wha…?” Mingi’s eyes were big and confused.
You conveniently slide below San as he braces himself on his forearms to hold himself up. All you have to do is line his cockhead to your entrance and he slid in easily. You were so wet from watching the show, it wasn’t an issue.
You watch on as San couldn't help but fuck himself inside of you. “Oh please, oh please,” he couldn't stop chanting.
“S-san, you said she was gone!” Mingi accused.
“I need this curse gone,” San grumbled and then moaned as Mingi started to move inside of him.
With each withdrawal, San speared himself back on Mingi, who was still hard, despite being almost drained of his magic. San would pull back until only his cockhead was still inside of you, and then slam back into you.
“That's it, you're doing great, Sannie,” You encouraged the magical boy inside of you.
“So good. So fucking good, oh my god,” San whined.
Soon there was only the noise of both magical boys whimpering and the slapping of skin in double time. You could see San’s aura swell with his arousal and you braced to feed.
“Gonna come,” San licked his lips desperately. “Gonna come so fucking hard oh god.”
You wrapped your arms around San’s strong neck, pulling his lips to yours. As San came inside of you, his muffled pleasure music to your ears, you played lazily with his tongue, feeding and taking two magical boy's powers.
San groaned loudly, drawing out every little bit of his climax, fucking into your cunt. You were satiated beyond your wildest desires; your plan had worked.
With your newfound power, you pushed San back, who collapsed backwards. Mingi fell too, finally being released from San’s sweet hole.
You took a moment, hands on your hips to survey your two opponents. Both were moaning and their cocks twitched adorably. Mingi was clothed in baggy clothes and some sunglasses but his hair was still the fiery magical boy color. San lost all his magical boy coloring, attaining sneakers and a cap and grey sweats. He did keep his halter top, though. Proof that you had kept your word and had not drained them completely of their powers.
“It was nice playing with you too, but I should go.”
There was an extremely strong aura on its way. You could take him but that would require using some of your new power. And you weren't keen on losing the feeling of being so well fed right now.
You blew a kiss to the two magical boys and then glided away giddily.
“What did you two fuckwads do this time?!”
Jongho folded his arms over his chest, which only provoked his pecs to form a further cleavage line within the cut out heart on his tight t-shirt.
“San trapped me into…” Mingi couldn't find his words.
San looked down at his stomach and sighed in relief when the curse tattoo was gone. “It worked. Thank the goddess.”
“Do I have to carry the both of you back to HQ or can you manage that much at least?” Jongho huffed.
San held a hand up and groaned when he hauled up his well-fucked and fatigued body. Jongho rolled his eyes.
“You owe me, San,” Mingi grumbled.
“Yeah, when you get caught in a curse, I got you, buddy,” San said saucily.
Jongho pushed his hands to his ears. “Please spare me the details. I don't want to know. Make sure I'm out of earshot when you explain it to Hongjoong too.”
Mingi punched San in the shoulder, who in return, glared back at Mingi. It was going to be a long walk home.
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