you didn’t set out to homewreck their relationship on both ends, really. if anyone were to ask you, it was a stroke of fate—you’d just happened across the both of them. suguru, who approached you at a bar and bribed you to the back with a drink. who brought you to the perfect line between drunk and tipsy, giggling endlessly and listing into his side, unable to hold yourself up fully. who took off his wedding ring and placed it on the nightstand before taking you to bed. who took you apart with the skill of a man with years of experience.
years he had; after all, you woke up the next morning to his phone buzzing, a call from ‘love’ blaring at you from the screen.
he winks at you as he leaves, securing a teasing promise that you won’t tell anyone. you don’t. instead, you smear a kiss at his collar. you ask to see him again, and when you do, you make a game out of trying to leave evidence behind—when suguru pulls you back by the hair, making filthy promises to fuck you in his husband’s bed, you moan and scratch your way down his back. when he ties you up, calling you his pretty little dove, you pull the skin of his neck into your mouth and suck until it bruises. when he gags you, telling you to be good, you whine and cry and hook your ankles around his hips, hoping this time it takes.
and when he finally, finally takes you home, fucking you on his bed like he promised, you just so happen to accidentally leave your g-string behind.
a week later, you see satoru while scrolling on hinge. older, beautiful, and clearly suguru’s husband. you’d seen him enough, stared down his picture while his husband fucked you in his bedroom. you’d imagined his face. daydreamed about the possibility of him walking in, of him watching you take his husband down your throat as he moaned your name.
this, you think, is better.
you match. of course you do. you start talking, you play it sweet, you act completely clueless. you have phone sex with him before suguru picks you up for another date. suguru takes you to bed, and you comfort him when he texts you about how his ‘roommate’ is taking a while to get home. when you finally meet, he doesn’t even bother to hide his wedding ring. suguru never does, either.
satoru fucks you angry. he keeps your hands clasped in one palm as he takes you from behind, panting heavily in your ear. when you turn your head to moan, he growls low in his throat and shoves your face into the pillow, smothering your whines. he makes you cry. fucks you until he’s done, uncaring of the way you writhe against him as it borders too much.
and when it’s done, he sits there, not even looking at you. he stares down at his hands, palms up, wedding ring still on. you run a hand down his thigh, lean into his side, and ask what’s wrong.
“i think my husband is cheating on me,” he tells you hoarsely.
you coo, bringing his head into the crook of your bruised neck. you run a hand down his spine, stroking your thumb back and forth. you press a kiss into his white hair. “it’s okay,” you murmur. “it’s okay. he’s not—he couldn’t be. who’d be willing to give you up?”
he texts you again a week later. you visit suguru at work, suck him off under his desk, then wipe your mouth and meet up with satoru for lunch.
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Why do toxic fanfics keep popping up on my fyp, like no I don't want Gojo cheating on me, fucking me as an apology and me actually FORGIVING him???. I need a man who is OBSESSED with me and wouldn't even think of looking at another woman. The only fanfics that truly still my hunger are yander fics.
Notes- Once again: All members are portrayed in an entirely fictional setting and scenario that does not reflect real events, personalities, or experiences.
Themes include fear, mild injury descriptions (scrapes/bruises), psychological horror, and supernatural elements.
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Nobody wanted to split up again. But they couldn't search the entire house as a group. Not anymore.
After finding Jun, the members gathered while staff tried and failed to make sense of the changing layout.
"Theres too many rooms and hallways," Wonwoo said. "If we all stay together, we'll miss her."
Jun looked miserable.
"I should've stayed with her."
"You don't know that," Joshua said firmly.
"But-"
"Jun."
Joshua's tone stopped him immediately.
"We find her first."
The members divided into search teams. Wonwoo and Minghao took the eastern corridors. Jeonghan and Vernon checked the lower routes. Mingyu and Dino volunteered for the longer hallways. Seungchol and DK stayed in the center with radios and the maps.
Jun refused to stay behind and joined Minghao and Wonwoo.
Meanwhile, Joshua, Hoshi, and Woozi headed back toward the control room.
"If any cameras survived," Woozi said, "we need eyes."
The others reluctantly agreed. It was the fastest way to cover everything.
"Radio every five minutes," Joshua reminded them. "No exceptions."
The groups separated.
Again.
The signs started appearing almost immediately.
"Over here."
Mingyu crouched beside a corner.
Scratches marked the wall. Dino's eyes widened.
"That wasn't there before."
A few feet away sat a small silver charm.
The one attached to Y/N's camera strap.
Mingyu picked it up carefully. His jaw tightened.
"She's been through here."
Dino immediately grabbed the radio.
"We found something."
"What?" Seungcheol's voice came through.
"We found one of Y/N's camera charms."
"Location?"
Mingyu relayed it immediately.
Across the building, relief spread through every team. Y/N wasn't gone. You were moving.
And they were getting closer.
Elsewhere, Wonwoo paused beside a distorted hallway.
Minghao almost walked past him.
"What?"
Wonwoo pointed silently. On the wallpaper, drawn in black marker, was a tiny cat. Two dots for eyes. Crooked whiskers. Tiny triangle ears. The drawings were barely bigger than a coin. There were multiple leading down the hallway. A trail. Wonwoo immediately recognized them.
"She did this."
Minghao blinked.
"You sure?"
"Those are her doodles, she does them when she's bored, cue cards, schedules, those were definitely her"
Minghao stared at the drawings.
Then he smiled,
"Good."
Wonwoo looked deeper into the corridor.
"She's helping us find her."
Back in the monitor room, things were far less hopeful. Some screens remained dark and some just had static. The staff rushed between equipment stations trying to get things back online. Woozi was already leaning over a console.
"Anything?"
"Nothing," a technician replied.
Joshua folded his arms.
"There has to be something."
Hoshi was pacing the room restlessly. Then a monitor flickered. Once. Twice. Everyone froze.
A screen lit up. Then a third. The static cleared. And then a camera feed appeared. Woozi and Hoshi lunged toward the screen. Joshua stood up and grabbed the radio. On the screen was you. Crouched low but moving.
Joshua radioed,
“We got camera feed.”
"Can you see her?" Seungkwan asked.
Joshua didn't answer right away.
"Yeah. Yeah but we can't tell where she’s at. But there's something with her."
"What do you mean something else?" Jun asked.
"We don't know."
Joshua's voice was strained now.
"It's just staying behind her. Every time she moves, it moves with her."
You, of course, didn't know any of this. You didn't know the boys could see you, you didn't know they were looking for you. All you knew is that you were in this dark hallway. After you and Jun had separated you had run. Doors were locked which forced you to stay in this winding hallway which seemed to go on forever.
There was a cleaning noise somewhere behind you. Metal hitting metal, but as you spun around but nothing was there. You stood up more and started moving faster, that's when you heard it.
“Y/N”
It was soft, a whisper. But then it happened again. It sounded familiar, comforting.
“Y/n”
It was closer this time, not behind you. Next to you. You turn and nothing, no one there. But the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. The feeling of being watched had returned.
The lights started to flicker. For half a second you saw it. At the end of the corridor. Tall, motionless, waiting. The lights stopped flickering and stayed on. The thing was gone. You turn again and start walking faster. The sound of footsteps followed you, matching your pace. You stop and so does the sounds, the hallway goes quiet.
You take off in a run.
The search teams had finally regrouped. The pairs made their way back to the center where Seungcheol and DK are.
“Updates?”
Mingyu answered first.
"We found her camera charm."
DK marked on the map where they found the charm. Wonwoo pointed towards an area on the map.
"The cats continue from that hallway."
Minghao nodded.
"She's definitely leaving them on purpose."
Jeonghan crossed his arms.
"We found a lower route."
Vernon continued.
"And only one set of footprints."
Jun stared at the floor, still blaming himself. Still replaying the moment he lost you. Seungkwan noticed. For once, he didn't tease him. Instead he nudged Jun's shoulder.
"We're finding her."
Jun looked up and Seungkwan pointed at the maps.
"We've literally followed her halfway across this nightmare."
A small laugh escaped Jun despite himself.
"Halfway?"
"Okay, maybe not. Maybe three quarters."
The tension eased, only slightly.
Then Joshua's voice came through on the radio.
"Guys."
Everyone immediately grabbed for their radios.
"She's moving again."
Back in the control room, Hoshi was practically pressed against the monitor. Woozi had three different maps spread across the desk. And Joshua stood closest to the screen. He was watching, waiting for something. The feed flickers but remains still. You were still visible to them, still running. Whatever was chasing you was getting faster. Joshua keyed the radio.
"She's heading north."
DK immediately checked the map.
"That puts her near the eastern service corridors."
Wonwoo’s head snaps up, he looks at the map and points.
“There.”
The guys go to move but Woozi’s voice through the radio cuts through
“Wait!”
He shows Hoshi
“That’s the center, where they are! She's behind a door!”
Wonwoo was the first to move, he rushes down a hallway and sees the only door that matches the map of the house. His heart nearly stopped.The others not far behind. Wonwoo opened the door and there you were running towards him, you meet his eyes, relief flooding through you.
“Wonwoo!”
Jun appeared behind Wonwoo.
“Y/N!”
Everything seemed fine. Then the building moved, the floor started to shake. Lights started to explode overhead. Glass falling down, sparks flying. The path behind the two men vanished.
“No!”
Hoshi shouted through the radio.
Wonwoo lunged forward. You did the same. Your hands almost met. Almost.
But then the corridor split apart. A wall slammed between them.
Jun grabbed Wonwoo's arm as the floor shifted beneath them. The last thing either of them heard was Y/N shouting their names. Then nothing. The video feed died and every monitor went black. The rest were left in an empty room. Nobody knew where Y/N had gone. Or where Wonwoo and Jun had disappeared to.
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Because Toby cant feel when his bladder is full (sometime wets himself) does that mean when doing the devil’s tango he doesn’t know when he’s cum….
And! Do you think he whimpers or groans?
Oh my god. You just gave me a fic idea accidental cream pie with Toby, his orgasm catches him by surprise and he doesn't realize he's cumming in you till it's too late and by that point, his hips don't stop because he's chasing that high.
Also all of the above, he moans whimpers groans sometimes he sobs
seungcheol!namorado + leitora ♡ smut [18+ menores não interajam] #avisos: sexo desprotegido, semi publico [banheiro], power control, seungcheol doido de ciúmes, orgasm control, orgasm denial, dry humping, sexo bruto, humilhação & degradação! menção a anal. changbin é seu personal.
contexto da putaria: seu namorado perde um pouco muito o controle quando vai te buscar na academia e vê o personal babando em você
você sabe que seungcheol trabalha pra caralho, e tenta entender a situação, mas é frustrante. cansa ter o jantar interrompido por ligações, cansa planejar tudo e as vezes nem chegar a ter o jantar. você é sim uma namorada compreensiva, só que, porra, é frustrante pra caralho!
quando finalmente termina de reclamar sozinha pro espelho, você decide criar coragem para ir a academia, tinha desistido de ir no momento em que marcou cinema com seu namorado, porém como o filho da puta cancelou, ao menos descontaria sua raiva no supino.
“olha quem deu o ar da graça!” seu personal brinca ao te ver.
“não fode changbin, vim semana passada.”
“sim, veio na terça e faltou o resto da semana.” ele não mente, mas em sua defesa você ao menos repetia os exercícios que ele te passava pra fazer em casa sempre que recebia um ‘ei, bin, vou ter que faltar hoje’
uma das vantagens de ter um namorado que te banca é sem dúvidas o horário da academia, o ambiente vazio com apenas você, o seu personal, e mais duas esposas troféu no máximo ali.
e esse é um dos motivos pelo qual você não se importa nenhum pouco com o comprimento da sua roupa, o shortinho minúsculo com um pedacinho da bunda de fora é quase uniforme já. changbin é um homem hetero? sim. flerta com você as vezes? sim. já deixou bem claro que não ligaria de ser seu amante? inúmeras vezes.
mas você só tem olhos pro seu namorado.
e seungcheol sabe disso, contudo isso não impede do sangue subir pra cabeça (de cima) quando ele entra na academia pra te buscar de surpresa e vê changbin encarando sua bunda descaradamente, chega a ser patético assistir o cara babando num pedaço de pele exposta. ele até pensa em fazer uma cena, em gritar com o personal no meio de todo mundo, ameaçar arrancar os olhos ou qualquer coisa do tipo.
mas respira fundo e vai em direção ao banheiro feminino.
quando o treino finalmente acaba, você só pensa no quanto precisa tomar um banho, ajeita a bolsa na pia e começa a se despir, mas antes de entrar em qualquer cabine, sente uma mão te agarrando por trás.
“PORRA, SEUNGCHEOL! me assustou caralho.”
ele não te responde, só te vira de frente, encostando seu corpo na parede fria e te beija com raiva, um beijo molhado, bagunçado, cheio de ciúmes. e quando ele se afasta, você percebe nitidamente o olhar dele, possessivo, raivoso.
“ele encarando sua bunda igual um cachorro no cio e você não fez nada, porra.” justifica antes mesmo que você questione.
“ele quem, seungcheol?” pergunta, meio dissimulada obviamente, sabe bem de quem seu namorado esta falando porque também notou os olhares, só não liga o suficiente, changbin não é o primeiro nem o último cara a te desejar.
“não se faz, porra. tô falando do changbin.” não grita, seungcheol nunca foi o tipo de cara que grita com você, mas ele claramente tá puto.”o cara só faltou enfiar a cara na sua bunda.”
"desencana, cheol, ele só tava vendo se o exercicio tava sendo bem executado." provoca.
e ele sabe, sabe que você ta provocando, sabe que changbin nunca vai te tocar, ainda sim, ele se irrita. sem dizer nada, se aproxima de novo, vira seu rosto pro ladinho com delicadeza, e começa a dar mordidinhas nada leves no seu pescoço, você sabe que vai ficar marcado, contudo tem curiosidade de saber até onde a ceninha de ciúmes vai.
“ele tava só corrigindo sua postura, né?”
“isso vida, totalmente profissional, até parece que ele pensa em um dia me comer.” ri, provocando mais ainda, a voz enjoadinha fazendo seu namorado enlouquecer.
ele solta um riso baixo, e você sabe que tá fodida, “sou eu quem vou corrigir essa sua postura de puta”
o beijo é bruto, estalado, você sente que vai ser devorada a qualquer momento, os dentes se batendo, o corpo grande te cobrindo por completo e te dominando, mal nota quando o seu shortinho desce, mas tem certeza que o tapa forte na sua bunda ecoou para o lado de fora do banheiro.
“vai, amor? como?” o cinismo na sua voz fazendo o mais velho travar o maxilar.
seungcheol rosna, pressionando o pau duro contra a sua bunda, ainda vestido. sua calcinha vai parar no chão, junto com o shortinho minúsculo, e você escuta o farfalhar de roupas do seu namorado.
“cruza as pernas.” você não entende muito bem, mas obedece, cruzando as pernas ainda em pé, como ele pediu.
no inicio, você pensa que seu namorado vai te comer sem qualquer preparação, te fazendo sentir o ardorzinho gostoso quando sua buceta precisa se acostumar com o pau grosso. mas o que ele faz é pior, a piroca babenta começa a se esfregar no vãozinho das suas pernas, se melando entre a sua coxa.
“c-cheol-”
“cala a boca!” sequer te deixa terminar, sabendo que você vai pedir pra ele te socar fundo, arrombar seu buraquinho, e ele se conhece o suficiente pra saber que não vai conseguir negar.
o pau grosso continua se esfregando em você, sujando suas pernas e fazendo você choramingar em frustração. seu namorado também geme, usando suas coxas como se fosse seu buraquinho, roçando o pau ali em luxúria, com ainda mais tesão em te ver choramingar.
a mão pesada vai pra dentro da sua blusa, apertando o biquinho do seu peito, dando beliscões, enquanto ele faz questão de deixar chupões e mordidas pelo seu pescoço.
“p-por favor” você resmunga, o tesão chega a causar dor física, ter cheol se esfregando nas suas pernas dessa forma pode ser considerado tortura.
ele solta uma risada de escárnio contra o seu pescoço, o cacete grosso latejando no meio das suas coxas. no fundo, seungcheol quer o mesmo que você, mas ele não vai te dar isso assim.
“você acha o que? que vou ver você se oferecendo igual puta pro seu personal e vou te comer? só porque você é uma piranha que precisa de pau pra viver?”
“c-cheol” choraminga de novo, a ponta dos dedos dele tocando sua virilha, o pau dele nas suas coxas, nem ao menos perto de onde você realmente precisa.
é nítido que a essa altura o prazer dele é ver você se humilhando.
“essa sua vozinha de puta patética não vai me fazer te comer.” volta a agarrar seu peito, deixando um beliscão no mamilo direito até você soltar um gritinho, o pau pegajoso na sua coxa, te sentindo tremer. “biscate!” a mão firme puxa seu cabelo.
você morde os lábios, tentando não gemer, tentando não se humilhar mais ainda, mas sente que se ele não te comer ali você pode literalmente explodir de tesão, a respiração pesada da raiva fazendo sua buceta aguar cada vez mais.
ele ri, levando o dedo pro meio das suas pernas, brincando com o líquido pegajoso ali, fazendo suas penas cederem. “toda babada, putinha carente”
nem você percebe que está se esfregando sozinha no pau no meio das suas pernas, mas sente quando seu namorado abre elas de forma bruta.
e ele encaixa a cabecinha do cacete em você, te fazendo manhar de novo, pedindo por favor, implorando pra receber pica. “só vou meter porque eu preciso gozar. você tá proibida, entendeu?” mordisca sua orelha pra silabar firme. “proibida.”
você assente, burrinha demais pra discordar, não se importando em ser usada para o prazer do seu homem.
e quando seu namorado entra, de uma só vez, é impossível não sentir o impacto do corpo firme empurrando o seu. o pau grosso te abrindo na marra, te fazendo aguentar tudinho. ele te estoca com tanta força que seu corpo perde a estabilidade, te fazendo se agarrar na pia, na tentativa meio falha de se manter em pé. a piroca molhada fazendo barulho junto aos corpos suados, sua buceta se esticando ao redor do caralho grosso te punindo.
“minha, porra!” ele rosna, seu corpo balançando a cada vez que o caralho duro te abre mais.
o ritmo é punitivo, arrombando você sem calma, te fazendo levar cada centímetro da piroca até o talo, e você só consegue gemer, completamente perdida no pau grosso te empalando, na cara de puto do seu namorado te comendo.
“essa buceta é minha.”
seungcheol te come sem pena, você sabe que isso vai te deixar mais dolorida do que qualquer treino. sabe que as marcas do sexo bruto vão ficar na sua pele, e isso só te excita cada segundo mais, a ideia do seu homem te usando como depósito te fazendo delirar.
“vou gozar em você. meu buraquinho favorito.” a fala transbordando posse.
o orgasmo atinge seungcheol com força, ele te fodendo completamente descontrolado, esporrando dentro de uma forma meio animal, o líquido branco e espesso sujando você por inteira enquanto ele diminui a velocidade.
você segue sem gozar, obedecendo a ordem que ele te deu minutos atrás. e quando ele finalmente se recupera, o pau lambuzado do próprio esperma faz um ‘ploc’ se retirando de dentro.
“a tua sorte,” começa a subir a calça. “é que eu não tenho uma buceta de bolso aqui, ou eu faria questão de enfiar no seu cuzinho pra foder ele assim.”
a ideia é suja, imaginar teu namorado colocar um ‘fleshlight’ dentro de você, pra então usar é tão nojenta que chega a te dar ainda mais tesão, ser usada como mero buraco pra seungcheol te excita mais do que você gosta de admitir.
e é claro que ele percebe. vocês já estão juntos há tempo o suficiente pra saberem que combinam nessa dinâmica depravada.
“imagina só, enfiar uma porcaria dessas em você e meter bem fundo, te proibindo de me sentir.”
ele liga a torneira, jogando uma água no rosto, enquanto você segue ali, encharcada, com tesão, disposta a fazer qualquer coisa pra poder gozar. as mãos grandes dele puxam seu shortinho pra cima, te vestindo meio desajeitado, ambos cientes que em breve o esperma dele vai vazar dentro de você.
“agora você vai fazer tua melhor cara de cínica, e vai lá no changbin dizer que você se viu no espelho e esse foi o melhor treino que teve” você ameaça abrir a boca para dizer que seu personal vai saber o que aconteceu, mas seungcheol te corta. “e se fizer isso bem direitinho, em casa penso se te deixo gozar.”
e você assente. indo em direção a changbin enquanto pensa na rola do seu namorado empalando você de novo mais tarde.
🦷 soonyoung x f!reader
🦷 1k
🦷 cute/hot makeout? i guess?
🦷 for @gent1es3xy bc she's insane. she found the photos i used so blame her.
🦷 soonyoung has braces obviously. he flips from cute to hot Very fast. tiny bit of blood in mouth. many kisses. much making out. i think it's pretty hot making out. tongues. i... idk.
🦷 i've never had braces btw so hopefully this is relatively? accurate? also i was aBOUT to format and post this when The vernon photo showed up. so uh. idk here have this, happy bday hoshi, i'm gonna go scream into the void now :DDD
Soonyoung has braces. It shouldn't be as hot as it is.
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“This sucks,” Soonyoung declared for the tenth time in an hour. You rolled your eyes, closing the book you were pretending to read.
“You’ve been home for two days, and you’ve said ‘This sucks’ more than you’ve said ‘I love you,’” you said back drily. Soonyoung’s already-plump lips, emphasized by his braces, slipped into a dramatic pout.
“But you know I love you!”
“And I know that this sucks. Soonyoung, you literally got a week of leave because your mouth hurts so much. I’m well aware.”
Soonyoung lowered his head, depriving you of his puffy pout.
It was almost offensive, how pretty he looked. With braces, of all things. But they emphasized the swell of his lips, and the curve of his cheeks, and something about it just… drew your attention. You were having an embarrassingly hard time keeping your eyes away. (Your ‘reading’ position, slouched against the arm of the couch with your knees pulled up on the cushion, allowed a perfect vantage point from which to watch, anyway.)
“I do love you,” Soonyoung mumbled. “A lot. I’m just… I mean, I dunno. It hurts a lot. It’s hard to think about anything else, ya know?”
“Yeah –”
“Wait, no, you’ve never had braces!” he burst suddenly, eyes narrowing as he lifted his head from the back of the couch. “You don’t get it!”
You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, I guess I don’t? I mean, I’m sure it’s uncomfy, but –”
“Wait.” Soonyoung’s eyes gleamed, suddenly catlike. He leaned towards your half of the couch, the warm light of the desk lamp casting shadows over his honeyed skin and highlighting his impossibly sharp jaw.
Oh, no.
How could someone look so hot with braces?
“Um,” you said eloquently, trying to ignore the heat crawling up the back of your neck as Soonyoung crawled towards you. He nudged his way between your raised knees. “Soonyoung, what are you –”
He just grinned, white braces flashing, one hand landing on your hip and pinning you to the couch. You gasped. Your book slid off your stomach and thudded to the floor, but when you turned to check on it, his other hand seized your chin and dragged you to face him.
Then he kissed you.
You squeaked at first, hands flying up to his shoulders to push him away because his orthodontist couldn’t possibly think this was a good idea – but then his tongue pressed against your lips, and your mouth fell open of its own accord.
It was a little worrying, the dexterity with which Soonyoung’s tongue tugged at yours, but somehow he coaxed you up against his teeth. You lingered on the familiar curve of the back of his teeth, but at his little grunts of insistence, your tongue began to wander towards the front of them.
And the braces.
You almost jumped, and you might have if you weren’t held so thoroughly in place. Little metal dots and thin wires and white rubber bands danced beneath your tongue, so foreign and yet so fascinating. Somehow, you couldn’t get enough.
Then Soonyoung started to pull away. You tried to chase him, mouth searching, but then a sharp pain caught your bottom lip and you cried out, fingers digging into his shoulders.
Your lower lip snapped back into your mouth, tingling and wet. You blinked. Soonyoung stared down, dark eyes widening just a fraction.
“Oh,” he murmured. You just breathed, trying to ground yourself. His thumb pushed just above your chin, tucking your bottom lip over your teeth and into your mouth just enough for your tongue to catch a single drop of blood.
Whoa.
“Look at that,” he breathed, barely distant from you at all. Iron coated your tongue. You just stared, his thumb half in your mouth, brain struggling to form thoughts. “You’ve got yourself a little scratch. Want me to kiss it better?”
You couldn’t speak. You just whined. Soonyoung got it.
He leaned back in, thumb slipping away as his lips molded around your injured lower one. He tugged and sucked and rubbed your lip against his braces, and you faded into the couch, small shocks of pain keeping you tethered. Oh. Oh. Oh. Soonyoung pressed closer, his body hot against yours, and it was all you could do to keep your hands on his shoulders. You knew he liked it when you touched him. You just didn’t have the functioning capacity to grope your way down his arms; not now, when a dozen new sensations were assaulting your shredded lip.
Soonyoung bit down harsher, just for a moment, then let go. Your eyelids fluttered, trying to stay on him but failing as everything kept dipping to black.
“So,” he murmured, his deft fingers rubbing at the swell of your lip, “you get what they feel like now?”
You blinked and stared.
Right.
…The braces.
“Oh,” you managed. You totally hadn’t forgotten about the entire point of this. (As if it was hard, with Soonyoung physically weighing you into the cushions.) “Um.”
Soonyoung’s grin turned a little wicked.
“Maybe you need a reminder?” he said with the most teasing lilt possible.
Then his mouth was on yours, open and hot and wet from the start, tongue working as if to teach you the shape of every bracket and every tooth in his jaw. Every reserve was gone, and sounds fell like rain from your mouth, obscene sounds that made your ears burn – but Soonyoung loved them, you knew he did, because every single sound earned a bite or a squeeze or a growl. Your poor bottom lip felt mutilated, mauled, and it was almost definitely swollen.
Something about that made your breath hitch. Soonyoung just chuckled against your tongue and shifted his grasp on your hip, making his shoulders flex deliciously.
Your hands fell to his biceps then. It was unintentional, until he groaned into your mouth and something sparked inside and you squeezed. Hard.
His braces gnashed against your lip almost instantly. You squeezed again, but this time he flexed to meet you, and your eyes nearly rolled back in your head from the pure muscle.
Notes: This Y/N insert fic and horror(kinda?) AU with Seventeen.
All members are portrayed in an entirely fictional setting and scenario that does not reflect real events, personalities, or experiences.
Themes include fear, mild injury descriptions (scrapes/bruises), psychological horror, and supernatural elements.
A/N- This is my first ever fanfic and my first post here! Id’d think I would continue this but let’s see how this does. Sorry for any mistakes, I'm horribly dyslexic.
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The production staff had been suspiciously cheerful all morning. That should have been everyone's first warning.
"Nope. Absolutely not." Seungkwan pointed at the black-painted building looming ahead of them. "I already know I'm going to scream."
The members laugh as the cameras follow them toward the entrance of the horror attraction prepared for the latest Going Seventeen special.
At the very back of the group stood Y/N. The youngest and quietest member. The one currently gripping the sleeve of Joshua's hoodie like it was a lifeline.
Joshua glanced down and smiled.
"Scared?"
You shook your head. Then a distant scream echoed from inside the building. You grabbed his sleeve tighter. The members laughed.
"That's a yes," Jeonghan said.
"I'm fine," you insisted softly.
The staff explained the rules. They would be entering in pairs and each pair would have to solve clues and reach the exit. The members immediately started arguing over partners.
"Not her."
"Definitely not."
"Absolutely not."
You blinked.
"What?"
"The scare actors are going to target you," Dino said.
"They always target the weakest person," Vernon agreed.
"You're literally sunshine in human form," Wonwoo added.
The debate lasted five minutes before staff finally assigned pairs.
You were paired with Jun. He immediately looked proud.
"I will protect you."
You laughed.
"Even from ghosts?"
"Especially ghosts."
Next was the order of who’d go first and last.
“I’ll go,” Joshua said calmly.
Minghao raised a hand at the same time.
They paused.
Then Jeonghan sighed. “That’s actually perfect.”
The entrance doors opened. One by one, the pairs disappeared inside. Y/N and Jun were going last. They saw on screen how the others made it through,
Joshua and Minghao made it out faster than even the staff thought.
Seungkwan and Mingyu went next, both were yelling and eventually got out. Jeonghan and Soonyoung went next. Finally once all the other pairs went through it was yours and Jun’s turn.
When you entered the air felt colder. The lights flickered. You and Jun start following a narrow hallway lined with fake portraits. At least, they looked fake.
"See?" Jun said confidently. "Nothing scary."
A portrait beside him slowly turned its head.
Jun froze. You froze.
The portrait smiled.
Jun grabbed your wrist.
"We need to find that clue."
The camera crew behind them laughed. And for a while everything felt normal.
Jump scares.
Actors.
Hidden doors.
The usual haunted-house tricks.
Until you reached a crossroads. An intersection.
A staff member in costume appeared in one hallway and chased them.
Jun yelped.
You laughed for the first time all night. Then another actor appeared. Then another.
The hallway filled with noise.
People running. Lights flashing. Someone screaming.
Jun pulled you around a corner.
"Go! Go! Go!"
They ran.
A door slammed shut behind them.
Silence.
The sudden quiet felt wrong.
Jun frowned.
"The actor should've followed us."
You looked around.
The hallway had changed. The decorations were gone, there were no more fake cobwebs or speakers. There didn't even seem to be cameras.
Just a long corridor stretching into darkness.
"Jun?"
You look behind you and for the first time all night, he looked genuinely uneasy.
A voice crackled through his radio. Then dissolved into static.
"Guys? We got separated," he said.
No answer.
You felt a chill crawl up your spine.
Far behind them, something moved.
A silhouette.
Too tall. Too thin.
Standing perfectly still.
Watching.
Jun immediately stepped in front of you.
The figure smiled.
And the lights went out.
Meanwhile...
The rest of the members were laughing in the monitoring room.
"Jun is definitely overreacting."
"He probably found another actor."
"Y/N is fine."
Then the production director frowned and said "Where's their camera feed?"
The room slowly went silent. The staff started checking monitors. One monitor. Then another. Then another.
Nothing. Just static.
Another staff member checked his equipment.
"Their trackers disappeared."
Seungcheol narrowed his eyes,
"What do you mean disappeared?"
"I mean..." the staff member hesitated for a moment, "They're gone."
For the first time that day, nobody laughed.
And somewhere deep inside the attraction, Y/N heard a voice whisper directly beside her ear.
Eyeless Jack eating box. Like he's moaning and whining and thanking you while he's three tongues deep in that thang. Hands gripping the fat of your hips, boner HARD AS FUCK. His face is wet, his hair is messy and there is NOWHERE he would rather be. 5 star Michelin meal.
Undead eyeless failed medical student locks in to save you with mouth to mouth via pussy so it's not mouth to mouth but you're saved nonetheless!!
Anyways drabble posted either tonight or tomorrow...
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type: fanfiction | smut | established lovers
warnings: smut, fingering, DP with fingers, overstimulation, nipple play, praise kink, aftercare, clingy vernon, submissive Vernon, needy, begging, mommy/good boy dynamics.
tags ; fluff, cuddling
notes: wasnt gonna actually add the smut (cs im lwk a lazy pos) but i decided too and idk i like it so like yeah vernon hmu | WE yes WE have a mommy kink | oh also make sure to stream snapback by hoshi!!! it is so good oh my gosh im obsessed
request by this angel @glittykitty3 - ok wait i lwk just realized ik u said no smut but i tried for u cause i think u wanted it...?? but u said just no smut cause u know im not good at writing it uhhh so i just realized that as i just finished n like its cute ig but mainly smut i hope u dont mind :cc but tysmm for this request i really enjoyed writing it n im loving subby vernon
MDNI !!!
Vernon helped you walk to the bathroom, his own hands shaking slightly as he carefully supported your weight, completely honored that you were letting him take care of your jelly-like legs, as If hes not the one who made that mess. While helping you shower, he was practically on his knees, peppering worshipful kisses absolutely everywhere and washing, rubbing your body down with total devotion because he could never get enough of serving you. He gently guided your back against the wall, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes, silently begging for your permission before he even dared to touch you with his fingers.
Once you both finished, he dried you off gently and blew-dry your hair.
Walking back to the bedroom, he laid you down carefully and crawled in beside you like a needy puppy, pulling you into a tight, trembling hug.
“You okay, baby, hm?” he murmured, his voice laced with absolute worry that he hadn't done a good enough job.
You muttered a quick yes. He let out a soft, relieved giggle, kissing you deeply. “You look so pretty like this,” he whispered against your lips, sounding completely awestruck. “All mine, hmm? If… if you'll let me keep you? Please?”
You hummed and smiled, nudging his nose. “You’re so clingy today.”
Vernon let out an offended gasp and clutched his chest. “Wow. Just say you hate me.”
You laughed, leaning up to kiss him. “Nooo, of course not. I could never hate you.”
He smiled, his thumb rubbing your cheek gently. Slowly, his hand trailed down your stomach toward your heat. Goosebumps broke out over your skin, and you placed a hand against his chest to slow him down.
“Vernon… again?”
He let out a breathless, desperately needy whine. “I just miss it already,” he pouted, looking up at you through his eyelashes, completely at your mercy.
You rolled your eyes with a laugh. Taking the hint, Vernon immediately shuffled between your thighs. He slid your shorts down, your panties coming right after them.
“Mommy is always so pretty and ready for me,” he muttered.
He leaned down and licked softly, deliberately making you shiver because of how sensitive you already were from before. Soft, quiet whimpers escaped your throat.
“My pretty girl,” he mumbled against your skin, continuing to lick and suck, the quiet bedroom filling with the wet sounds of his tongue. “I love you so bad, you know that? I just wanna make you feel good, all the time.”
Before you could answer, he pushed two fingers straight inside you. Your head flew back, a loud moan escaping your lips as your hips lifted automatically to meet his hand.
Vernon guided you to sit up, his fingers still moving deep inside you. “Can you ride them,” he begged with a hopeful, desperate look in his eyes, his voice cracking slightly. Of course, you couldn’t say no to that face.
You started bouncing up and down on his fingers. He leaned in, taking one of your peaked nipples into his mouth while twirling the other between his free fingers. "I love sucking you like this, mommy." he mumbles.
You groaned his name over and over as he sucked enthusiastically. Suddenly, he inserted a third finger. You almost saw stars, dropping your head heavily onto his shoulder.
He sneaked his left hand behind you. You didn't think anything of it until you felt his fingers pressing right against your other entrance.
Your eyes snapped open. “N-no, I can’t. It’s too much, Vernon,” you mumbled between breathless moans.
Once again, He looked up at you with a hopeful look in his eyes.
“Please, mommy? Pretty please? I'll be so good, I promise. Just let me try?”
He slipped one finger in. You let out a sound that was half pain, but mostly pure pleasure. With your boyfriend’s fingers stretching both your front and back, it felt overwhelming. Then, he slipped a second finger into your ass.
With five of his fingers inside you at once, your body shuddered. You moaned loudly, bouncing up and down even harder and rougher.
“F-fuck, I’m gonna cum, V-Vernon, I’m gonna c—”
You whimpered, your whole body shaking. Vernon cooed at the sight. “I can't believe this is all mine,” he practically moaned, his face flushing. "Cum for me, mommy. Please, let me make you feel good."
“I c-cant take it, holy f—”
You moaned so loudly you were sure the neighbors could hear you. Your climax hit so hard that all your thoughts completely wiped out. There was nothing left in your brain except him, Hansol Vernon Chwe and the way he made you feel better than anyone else ever could.
Vernon let out a low groan of his own at the sight of you. “Fuck, y-you look so good like this.” He pulled you into a deep kiss, letting you sit heavily against his hands as his fingers kept you completely filled.
Finally, he laid you back down and pulled out. He stared, mesmerized by the wet mess covering his hand. Not wanting to waste a drop, he licked his fingers clean, making a quiet sound of satisfaction.
“Wait for me.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and came back a minute later with a warm washcloth. You were completely out of it, barely moving as he wiped you down so gently you wondered if he was even rubbing anything off.
“I'll always make you feel good, I'll be your good boy forever.” he whispered, tossing the cloth onto the nightstand and climbing back into bed next to you.
He gently stroked your hair, staring down at you. “So pretty like this, mommy.”
Your eyelids felt incredibly heavy. As you began to doze off, you heard him mutter one last thing.
"I love you."
PAIRING: lee seokmin x f!reader
GENRE: smut [18+ MDNI]
WC: 5,906
WARNINGS: reader and seokmin both run (faceless) porn accounts on twitter, sexting, dirty talk, masturbation, SIZE KINK!, mutual masturbation, oral, nose meal!! (it's dk so duh), multiple orgasms, protected sex, but also unprotected sex, missionary, cowgirl, creampie, cumplay/cum eating, praise kink
A/N: requested by world's #1 cuties g @miniseokminnies for my Cosmos event! i went a lil crazy w this one hope u don't mind!!! ty @haologram for beta-ing <3
SYNOPSIS: As an anonymous porn account on Twitter, you're often engaging flirtaciously with other accounts — it's good for business, after all — but you never let yourself catch real feelings. Until now, when you've started sexting with the owner of your personal favorite account, an extremely hot (and hung) guy who goes by Nico. You know Nico is local, and you're really into each other, so you're genuinely considering doing your first collab with him. But then you have a realization: you're pretty fucking sure you know him in real life already.
ding
You pick up your phone, seeing a DM notification from Twitter. As you open the app you smile — it's exactly who you hoped would be messaging you.
@/xcalibur_: wowwww you look amazing in the new vid 😍
It's Nico — one of your mutuals. Due to the nature of the content you put out, and the fact that you choose to remain anonymous online — posting everything under a pseudonym, Berrie — you are constantly having to balance casually flirting with other adult content creators to build your network while also not getting too close to anybody. It's good business, and also for your own safety. But you and Nico have followed each other for a few months now, and he seems like a genuinely sweet guy. It also doesn't help that he is outrageously hot, and has the prettiest cock you've ever seen. You should probably be ashamed by how many times you've cum to his videos, but shame surrounding sex is something you left behind a long time ago.
@/strawberriebaby: thanks love😘 your new pics are sooo hot btw
@/xcalibur_: thank you gorgeous ;) i didn't think the bulge pics would be so popular tbh but people seem to love it
@/strawberriebaby: it's the gray sweatpants babe, that'll drive any girl crazy in a heartbeat
@/xcalibur_: that's good to know, i'll keep that in mind 😏 hey btw, if you ever want any free personalized content from me lmk. i've cum to your videos so many times, so i definitely owe you haha
That last sentence makes your stomach do an excited flip. Sure, you post porn on Twitter. Of course other people are going to be jerking it to your videos. But something about hearing it from him specifically is really fucking hot.
@/strawberriebaby: that's crazy bc i cum to YOUR videos all the time too 🥰
@/xcalibur_: wow, what an honor to hear that from my favorite account holy shit 😍
@/strawberriebaby: lol i'll bet you say that to everyone
@/xcalibur_: nope, not at all. just you baby ❤️
@/strawberriebaby: alright then, prove it. send me a video of you jerking off right now 😊
@/xcalibur_: say less 🫡
A proud grin creeps across your face. Your thighs instinctively squeeze together, excitement flooding your senses at the prospect of receiving a personal video from Nico. Figuring you'd give him a few minutes, you decide to get up and start some laundry in the meantime. By the time you've sorted your clothes and started the first load in the washer, you already have a new DM in your notifications.
Excitedly you make your way to your bedroom, figuring you might as well enjoy yourself as you watch. Plopping onto your bed, you open Twitter and click on your chat with Nico. Sure enough, you are greeted with a seven minute-long video attachment, with a blurry image of what appears to be his bulge in the thumbnail, and an accompanying message that simply says for my favorite girl❤️.
You click play, immediately being greeted with soft moans from behind the camera as you watch him stroke himself through his sweatpants, the thick bulge heavy beneath his grasp. He's already growing hard, the soft fabric doing little to hide the shape of his cock as he touches himself, the delicate sighs escaping his lips sounding whiny already. You feel a rush of heat in your core as you watch him; he may be fully clothed still, but that doesn't stop your mouth from watering at the salacious sight.
Before long he has a full-blown erection; reaching into his pants, he takes his length in his hand, letting out a hiss at the sensation. Slipping the waistband of his sweats down he frees it from the confines of his underwear, revealing the thick, veiny shaft you've committed to memory at this point. He begins to jerk himself off, slow, measured strokes as he grips his cock tightly in his fist.
"F-fuck," you hear him groan from behind the camera. "I'm so fucking horny right now."
Grinning, you slip out of your pants with one hand, the other holding your phone as your eyes remain fixed on the pretty cock on its screen. You recline into your pillows, lightly dragging your fingertips over your pussy, discovering yourself to be much wetter than you expected. You collect your pooled arousal and spread it over your clit, sighing softly as your fingers graze the sensitive bud.
"Feels so good," he whines. "Wish it was your mouth, baby. Fuck…"
He begins to stroke himself faster now, his hand pumping up and down his length with urgent need. You slip your fingers into your pussy, fucking yourself as you watch; you start slow, but the pitiful sounds coming out of him soon have your hand flying as fast as his is. You feel like you could cum already, but you want to wait until he does. Your stomach tightens as you picture the savory sight of that in your head; checking the timestamp on the video, you're about halfway through. Just a few more minutes to go. The time seems to pass at a painfully slow pace, forcing you to pause more than once, taking the time to catch your breath as you watch Nico getting himself off with uninhibited pleasure. Your clit throbs, aching for the release of your orgasm. Finally, his whimpers begin to turn utterly pathetic — sharp cries and loud moans escaping him — and you can tell he's about to cum. Thank god, you think to yourself. You don't know how much longer you can wait.
You watch the shiny dribble of precum drip down the head of his cock, which is turning an angry shade of red as his climax begins to overtake him.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he cries. He vigorously pumps his length, cock throbbing in his grasp, until finally — he releases. With a vulgar groan white ropes of cum spurt from his tip, shooting into the air before falling onto his hand and stomach. The sight is enough to send you over the edge — your palm presses into your clit as your fingers fuck into your cunt, and you cum too. Your head falls back, eyes tearing up at the bursts of pleasure rolling through your body, but you don't take them off the screen for a second. You ride out your high, chest heaving with deep breaths as you stare at the delicious mess of cum all over Nico.
As you drift back down to earth, you watch as he lets go of his spent cock; it twitches against his stomach as he shows off his cum-coated hand, the sticky white substance dripping all over his fingers and the silver ring on his pinky. You've seen his hands plenty of times by now, and you've always thought they were exceptionally pretty. However, for some reason in this moment they seem… familiar. His long thick fingers, his pretty nails, and also the ring, too. You swear you've seen it somewhere before. You figure it's just from watching so many of his videos, but something in the back of your mind is telling you otherwise. But your mind is spinning, and it's hard to think straight right now anyway, so you push that thought aside.
You take a picture of your soaked cunt and DM it back to him.
@/strawberriebaby: that was so fucking hot, thank youuu 😘
Your phone dings as he replies immediately.
@/xcalibur_: fuck, need that pussy so bad
Maybe it's just the high from your orgasm, but his message practically has you swooning. The typing bubble pops up again right away. You watch him type for a minute, then stop. It pops up again a few moments later. You wait patiently to see what he has to say, and finally you receive another message.
@/xcalibur_: i'm not sure if you're open to collabs, so no pressure at all, but if you're ever interested lmk ;) more than willing to travel for u lol
Your heart nearly skips a beat. You've had other creators ask to collab before, but you've politely turned them all down. It's something you've definitely considered, but you don't want to do it with just anybody. It would have to be with the right person — and honestly, Nico would be perfect for the job.
@/strawberriebaby: i've never done one before, but i've been considering it tbh👀 i'm kinda nervous about it though
@/xcalibur_: that's totally fair, it's a big ask! i've also never done one, mostly for privacy reasons. might end my career if anybody finds out i do this lol
@/strawberriebaby: i'm a freelance artist, so that matters less for me haha. i'm just mostly nervous because i've never done a face reveal before
@/xcalibur_: you wouldn't have to do one if you don't want!
@/strawberriebaby: oh yeah, i mean more like… what if i met somebody irl and they weren't into me :/
@/xcalibur_: i can guarantee that won't happen if we meet, i promise :)
@/strawberriebaby: i'm just kind of an awkward person 😭
@/xcalibur_: that doesn't matter to me. you're hot and i'm very into you 🙂↕️
@/strawberriebaby: you haven't even seen my face though!!
@/xcalibur_: but i know you're fucking beautiful. and i'm not just saying that!
This conversation is a lot flirtier than you usually have with people on Twitter, even your mutuals that you know fairly well. Normally if a man was talking to you like this, you would just assume it's business as usual, just another stranger on the internet trying to get into your pants. But Nico is… different. Maybe you're delusional — maybe he talks like this to everyone he wants to fuck and you're not special. But your instinct tells you he's being genuine.
@/strawberriebaby: you're crazy, but fortunately i'm into that lol
@/xcalibur_: that's great news for me😌 but fr, if you're ever in the bay area hit me up. i'll clear my fucking schedule
@/strawberriebaby: wait, you're in the bay area??
@/xcalibur_: born and raised!
@/strawberriebaby: no fucking way. i'm also in the bay area!
@/xcalibur_: omg
@/xcalibur_: not to jump the gun but this might be destiny idk
@/strawberriebaby: well, one way to find out
@/xcalibur_: does this mean you want to collab :)
@/strawberriebaby: let me sleep on it, but good chance the answer might be yes
@/xcalibur_: YAYYYYY
@/xcalibur_: i mean uh, yeah that's cool. totally a good business decision.
@/strawberriebaby: oh, totally, for sure. well i have to go now, i'm meeting a friend for dinner. pleasure doing business with you ;)
@/xcalibur_: you too babe 😘 enjoy your dinner!
Between your orgasm and your conversation with Nico, you're feeling very hot and bothered — so you decide to take a quick shower. You feel much better afterward; you get ready and head out to meet your friend, and you end up having a really nice night. But you'd be lying if you said you didn't spend the whole rest of the evening with thoughts of your potential collab lingering in the back of your mind.
On Saturday, you have a gig as a wedding photographer — one of the many hats you wear. The wedding isn't until the afternoon, but you're supposed to be there by 11am to get set up and run through the schedule with the wedding planner. You're running slightly behind, but you're still on time — as long as you leave by 10:30, you'll be fine.
At 10:25am you are on your way out of your apartment. As you lock the door behind you, you spot a figure out of the corner of your eye approaching from down the hallway. Turning your head, you see that it's your neighbor, Seokmin.
"Hey y/n!" he tells you cheerfully. "Haven't seen you in a minute!"
Seokmin lives down the hall from you, so you run into him fairly frequently in passing. You usually don't go out of your way to talk to other people in your building outside of polite small talk, and you don't know Seokmin all that well truthfully. You pretty much only know that he's a lawyer, and apparently a pretty good one at that — but with his gregarious nature and bright smile, he's easily one of the nicest people you've ever met.
"Hey Seokmin," you smile back, giving him a small wave. "Yeah, I've been working odd jobs lately, so my schedule is kind of all over the place."
Seokmin reaches his front door. Still facing you, he rummages around in his bag, presumably for his keys.
"Nice, where are you off to today?"
"Photography gig," you answer. "I'm working a wedding."
"Oh, fun!" he beams at you, his arm still digging around the bottom of his bag. Finally, his hand closes around the small cluster of metal; he pulls the keys out, turning to the door to raising his hand to the lock. As he does so, you notice a silver ring around his pinky, and suddenly you realize where you've seen this exact same hand before.
Your eyes widen, staring at Seokmin's hand, looking for anything to tell you you're wrong, that can't be the same hand… You blink, hoping you're just imagining things — but deep down you know your eyes do not deceive you.
Seokmin peers back at you, about to say something else, but you look like you've seen a ghost.
"Are you okay?" he asks, slightly concerned.
"I just— I forgot something," you say in a panic, plastering a faux smile on your face. You spin on your heel and rush back into your apartment before he can ask any more questions. "Catch you later!"
"Bye!" Seokmin shouts after you. He turns and enters his apartment, not thinking anything of it.
You, however, are now spiraling. You pace around your apartment as you take your phone out and open Twitter, scrolling to your DMs with Nico and playing back the video he sent you the other night. You fast forward to the end, stopping when you see his cum-coated hand in frame. Without a doubt, it looks just like Seokmin's. You might've been able to convince yourself that they just look similar, that there's no chance in hell they belong to the same person — but the presence of the identical ring makes it undeniable.
"What the fuck," you mutter under your breath, trying to process this information. Sure, Seokmin is objectively an attractive man — but you've never thought of him like that before. But the more you think about it, the way Nico talks and his amicable, sweet nature match Seokmin's demeanor perfectly. And he does have the exact same build you've seen fully nude from the shoulders down dozens of times on your phone screen.
But you don't have time to stand here and freak out about this right now. You have to get to work. You peek out your peephole, just to make sure he's not still out there for any reason, but the hallway is vacant. You lock the door behind you and make your exit as quickly as possible.
Fortunately, the wedding setup and the ceremony itself keep you busy enough to keep your mind off the fact that Nico is your literal neighbor. After the reception ends, you head home, but decide to stop at the CVS on your way back. You grab the couple items you need from your list and head to check out, but on your way to the register you pass the condom section. You stop for a second; you do have a box at home already, but Nico/Seokmin's video drifts to the front of your mind, reminding you just how fucking huge his cock is.
Stop it, you think to yourself. You didn't even say you'd collab with him yet. Do you even want to do that now that you know he's been living across the hall from you this whole time?? But you know in your heart that the answer is a resounding yes.
With a sigh, you grab a box of XL condoms off the shelf and toss it in your basket.
You spend the whole evening trying not to think about Seokmin, to no avail. You even put on Howl's Moving Castle, hoping that your favorite movie will be a good distraction, but even that isn't enough to get your mind of that fucking video he sent you. You can't even blame him, because you're the one who asked him to send it in the first place.
Idiot, you chastise yourself. He did say he was also in the Bay Area, but so are seven million other people; never in your wildest dreams would you have expected him to live in your exact building — because what are the fucking odds of that? But regardless, it's true, and now you have to figure out what the hell you are going to do about it. You pretty much have two options: tell him you know, or pretend like you don't. Neither one is very good — the latter would probably be the smarter option, but it doesn't change the fact that you still want to hit like so bad.
Your phone buzzes. Looking down, you see a DM from Nico pop up in your notifications.
"Speak of the devil…" you mumble to yourself. You pick up the phone and open it to his message.
@/xcalibur_: heyyyy cutie ❤️ how was your day?
You stare at the screen for a minute, deliberating, but eventually you decide to respond.
@/strawberriebaby: honestly i had such a weird fucking day 😭
@/xcalibur_: oh no! what happened? (if you don't mind me asking)
@/strawberriebaby: nothing bad, just… weird. can i ask you something?
@/xcalibur_: of course baby
@/strawberriebaby: what would you do if i said i think we might know each other irl?
Your heart races as you hit send. You have no idea how he's going to respond, but you decide fuck it. Worst case scenario it'll make things so awkward you will have to move, but that's a problem for later. You watch the typing bubble anxiously as you await his reply.
@/xcalibur_: wait, seriously? how so?
@/strawberriebaby: i recognized your ring in the video.
@/xcalibur_: i'm sure a lot of guys have a ring like mine tho, maybe it just looks similar to someone you know?
@/strawberriebaby: that's what i was thinking. but then i saw you in the hallway this morning when i was on my way to work
The typing bubble does not pop up again. A few minutes pass, and you start to wonder if you've royally fucked up — but then you hear a knock at your front door.
You get up and walk over to the peephole, peering out to see none other than Seokmin standing there, wearing grey sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that puts his thick biceps on full display. You open the door, coming face to face with him; you stare at each other for a moment, neither of you knowing what to say.
"You…" he finally starts, but you just grab him by the wrist and pull him inside. Door shutting behind him, you are now alone together, standing far to close to one another in the entryway of your home.
"It is you," he says in a hushed tone, staring at you with sparkling brown eyes. "You're Berrie." You nod, locking eyes with him, making your stomach do a nervous flip.
"And you're Nico," you reply softly. He nods back, a bewildered look coloring his face.
"This is crazy," he laughs incredulously. "I've always thought you were so pretty, but I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything."
"Well, turns out we've already seen each other naked," you point out. He lets out a laugh.
"Yeah, I suppose so…"
You stare at each other for a moment, the tension in the room turning palpable.
"Well, my offer still stands, you know," he says, suddenly turning a bit flushed. "About the collab. If you want."
"Do you mean… right now?" you ask, taking a step forward.
"Yeah," he whispers, also stepping forward to bridge the gap between the two of you. "I do." Slowly he raises his right hand, cradling your cheek in his palm as he holds your face, the metal of his ring cool against your cheek. You let out a soft gasp; your hands drift to his torso, pressing them against his muscular abs, sliding them up across his chest before you take his shirt in your fists, yanking him toward you closer still.
"Kiss me," you tell him, and without a moment of hesitation his lips are crashing into yours.
His hand drifts from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling your face into his so he can kiss you with unrestrained vigor. His other hand drifts to your waist, rubbing your hip slowly as he tastes you, his lips tugging on yours in sheer desperation. You kiss him back, grabbing him by his sides as you press your body into him.
"Fuck," he grumbles, barely taking his lips off you as he grabs your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh."You're so perfect."
The stiffening in his pants is undeniable, pressing against your stomach as he holds you close. You want nothing more than to rip your clothes off and throw yourself at him, but you know that teasing him for a bit first would be enticing for the both of you — and you want to savor this.
You break the kiss, staring up at him sweetly, before you take his hand in yours and start pulling him toward your bedroom.
"C'mon," you say, looking back at him as you tug him along. He grins, gazing at you excitedly at he eagerly follows. Entering your room, he lets out a chuckle.
"Wow, so this is where the magic happens, huh?" he asks, gesturing at your ring light and tripod set up at the foot of your bed.
"Sure is," you smile. "I was planning on filming tonight, let me move this real quick—"
"Wait," Seokmin says, grabbing hold of your wrist. You turn to face him again, his soft brown eyes staring at you lustfully. "You should go ahead and film."
"It's okay, I can do it tomorrow—" you start, but he grabs you by the chin, tilting your face up to his so he can kiss you again.
"I want to watch," he mutters into your lips. A smile spreads across your face.
"Okay," you beam at him.
Grabbing your phone, you set it up on the tripod, the video camera open and ready. You strip your clothes off as you make your way over to your bed, plopping into the center and making yourself comfortable. You spread your legs, revealing your bare pussy, already glimmering with arousal in the dim lighting.
"Ready?" Seokmin asks, his finger hovering above the record button.
"More than," you grin.
He taps the button, and the video begins.
Slowly you slide your hand down your body, dipping your fingers into your cunt, pulling them out again to show off the stick mess of juices dripping out of you. Seokmin licks his lips, palming himself through his sweatpants as he quickly starts to grow hard. You touch yourself lazily, staring up at him as you start to get yourself off; you were planning on taking your sweet time, but having him watch you like this is making you unbearably horny. Soft moans escape your lips as you begin to play with your clit, causing him to grip his bulge in his fist tightly as he takes a deep breath. Your other hand grasps at your breast, squeezing it as your fingers start to move faster. The sight is too much for Seokmin. Mouth watering, he pulls his pants down and frees his cock, stroking it slowly in his large hand. You've seen it dozens of times, so you knew exactly what to expect — and yet seeing the sheer size of his cock with your own two eyes has you clenching around nothing. You swear you've never craved anything more in your life.
Your fingers begin to work faster, flicking back and forth over your clit, hips rocking slowly as a burning heat begins to fill your gut. Watching Seokmin masturbate as he watches you masturbate has to be the hottest thing you've ever experienced. His eyes don't leave you for a second, his gaze flickering from your pussy to your breasts to your pretty face, savoring the sight of every inch of you. Soon, he's stroking himself with a sense of urgency, his hand working his cock faster and faster, egged on by your incessant whimpering as you approach your high. Your body writhes against the mattress as an explosive orgasm suddenly overtakes you — your legs tremble, your head falls back into the pillows as you release, crying out with pleasure as the shockwaves of your climax pulse through you.
Your mind spins as you come down, your chest rising and falling with deep breaths as you try to recover. Your eyes flutter open again, seeing Seokmin still standing there, staring at you like he wants to devour you. His hand has stilled, gripping his thick hard cock tightly, his tip glistening with his leaking juices.
"Turn that off and come fuck me already," you tell him, grinning eagerly. He stops the video and walks over to your bed, climbing over you and pressing a long kiss against your lips. You reach for his cock, but he's already scooting back down, positioning himself between your legs.
"I will," he replies, suddenly grabbing you by the thighs and folding you in half, making you gasp. "But first…"
You cry out as he drags his tongue over your cunt, groaning as he laps up the pool of juices.
"Fuck, even better than I imagined."
He slips his tongue into your hole, fucking it in and out as his nose bumps against your swollen clit, sending a jolt of electricity up your spine.
"Oh my god—" you moan, brushing your fingers through his dark hair and grasping onto it. You hold his head in place, but he had no plans of pulling away anyway. He eats you out slowly, savoring every drop of you, his tongue running through your folds and over your clit until you feel the pressure of a second orgasm building inside you. Your hips begin to rock against his face, rubbing your clit over his nose, until you are cumming again. His hands grip your thighs as he doesn't stop, licking your pussy as you ride out your high.
"Fuck," you gasp for air as you pry his head off of you. He grins at you sheepishly, his entire chin dripping.
"Sorry, got a bit carried away," he admits.
"No, don't apologize," you smile at him. "That was fucking amazing."
He dives in one more time to press a soft kiss into your spent clit. Crawling back up to you, you pull him in for a kiss, slipping your tongue into his mouth to taste yourself on him.
"Now will you fuck me?" you tease as your lips part.
"Of course, baby," he says with one more kiss. "I didn't bring any protection though, I kinda ran out the door without thinking…"
"It's okay, I have some," you tell him. Reaching into your drawer you pull out the unopened box of XL condoms you're grateful you bought on a whim. As you open the package, he gives you a quizzical look.
"Do you always keep these on hand?" he asks teasingly.
"Nope," you reply. "Bought them today."
"Oh," he says softly, a satisfied smirk spreading across his face. "So you bought these specifically for me, then."
"Yes," you answer matter-of-factly, making his cheeks turn flushed.
"I guess we're kinda obsessed with each other then, huh?" he asks, grinning widely.
"Seems that way," you beam back at him.
You pull one of the small packets out, tossing the box aside and ripping it open. You pull the condom out and reach for Seokmin's cock. You give it a few pumps, making him groan.
"God, it's so fucking hot to have you actually touching me."
"Good," you grin. You take the condom and stretch it over his tip, rolling it down his length. You grab his cock and guide it to your entrance, rubbing his head over your folds. He moves his hips, pressing it in gently, but you're so soaked that it slips in with ease. You gasp, staring at his cock as it disappears into your cunt, filling you up like never before.
"Oh my god you're huge," you say mouth ajar. You gaze back up, meeting his eyes as he stares at you hungrily. Slowly he begins to fuck you, pulling his cock out and pushing it all the way back in.
"You feel incredible," he mutters as he leans his head in, kissing the side of your neck delicately. You let out a soft, involuntary whine, making Seokmin's head spin more than it already is.
"Fuck, you're so hot," he groans. "Keep making those noises baby, I like it."
"Feels so good," you whimper as he fucks into you harder.
"You're taking me so well," he coos, his hand drifting to your nipple and tugging on it lightly. "Such a good girl."
"Harder," you plead. He smirks, then starts fucking you faster, giving you exactly what you asked for.
"Oh my god, I wanna cum," he moans, leaning in to kiss you, tugging on your bottom lip. He slows to a stop, breathing heavily above you. "Will you please ride me?" he asks, staring deep into your eyes. You nod eagerly, making him grin excitedly. He gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his back and bringing you with him. You straddle him, rubbing your cunt over his cock. You pause for a second, giving him a curious look.
"What is it, love?" he asks softly.
"Let me take it off," you say, dragging your fingertip over his wrapped length. "I want you to cum in me."
His eyes widen. "You're gonna be the death of me," he says with a laugh.
"Is that a yes?" you ask, tugging lightly at the tip of the condom.
"Yeah," he nods. "Absolutely."
You giggle excitedly as you remove the barrier, discarding it and quickly positioning yourself over his cock. It slides in with ease as you sit on it, making you groan as you take his full length inside you.
"Holy fucking shit your pussy feels so good," he moans, his jaw dropping. "Oh my god…"
You begin to ride him, slowly gliding yourself up and down his length, but before long you're fully bouncing up and down on him, crying out from pleasure as his cock reaches deep inside you.
"F-fuck," you whine, pressing your hands against his chest to support yourself as you ride his perfect cock.
"Don't stop," he begs. "I'm so close."
Obediently you keep up your pace, tears welling in your eyes as you stare down at Seokmin. His head drops against the pillow, his eyes rolling back as you feel his cock start to pulse inside you.
"I'm cumming, baby," he groans. He cries out as he releases, and you feel his hot ropes of cum shooting against your walls as a string of delectable moans drifts from his lips. He grabs your hips, squeezing them tight in his grasp as he holds you in place, fucking his cock up into you with careless abandon. His cock twitches as he gives you all of his cum; eventually his hips begin to slow, coming to a stop, his hands still holding a strong grip on your sides.
"Wow," he sighs as he comes back to earth. He smiles, letting out a giggle as he opens his eyes to look at you again. "You're fucking perfect. Let me see," he says, gesturing to your filled pussy. You lift yourself off his length, letting the cum drip out of you, coating his cock and stomach with the sticky mess. Collecting the remainder of his cum from your cunt on your fingers, you lift your hand to your mouth, licking them clean.
"Goddamn," he mumbles as he watches you. You unstraddle him and lean over, licking up the cum from his abdomen as well. He watches you through heavy eyelids, petting your hair as you clean him up.
"C'mere," he says when you finish, pulling you up into his embrace. You snuggle in next to him as he wraps his broad arms around you, holding you tight as he kisses your forehead. You rest there for a few silent moments, breathing together as he gently rubs your back.
"I suppose we could've filmed that," you say after a few minutes, lifting your head out of the crook of his neck to look at him. "But I didn't even think of that. I was too distracted by your huge fucking cock."
Seokmin laughs. "That's okay," he replies sweetly. "Besides, I wanted you all to myself. But we can do this again, if you want."
"Absolutely," you nod.
"Good," he says as he smiles brightly. He pulls you into a tight hug, kissing you again, kissing you over and over for as long as you'll let him — which is very long time, but neither of you mind it one bit.
[TWO WEEKS LATER]
You wake up to thousands of notifications, all from Twitter.
You think you're seeing things at first, but as you scroll you confirm that, indeed, you have more notifications right now than you've ever seen in your life. Smiling, you go to your text messages and open your chat with Seokmin, who has already texted you this morning.
Seokmin: wow, i guess people liked the video :)
You open Twitter and go to your profile, looking at the video you have pinned. The caption reads: We finally collabed @/xcalibur_ 💕 Full video on OF. The clip is a preview of the nearly 30-minute-long sex tape you uploaded to your OnlyFans account — your first official collab with Nico.
Since the first time you fucked, it actually took the both of you about six more times before one of you remembered to turn a camera on. You've been too busy being utterly and completely obsessed with each other, fucking on seemingly every possible surface in both of your apartments. But finally, you decided to film it for real, and it appears Twitter is having a fucking field day with it. Overnight alone, the tweet gained over 5,000 retweets and 12,000 likes. You decide to scroll through the replies to see what people are saying.
holy shit this was so hottttt
The collab of a LIFETIME!!!
omg my two favorites in one video?? i'm in heaven 😍
bro i just nutted in 1 minute wtf
pls make more videos together 🙏 y'alls chemistry is FIRE
Smiling, you return to your texts and reply to Seokmin.
You: i guess so ;) i can't believe we went viral lol
Seokmin: i can. that video was so hot ☺️
You: you're so right
Seokmin: what are you doing tonight?
You: you, hopefully
Seokmin: oh for sure!! but, i was actually hoping to take you out to dinner. it's about time i took you on a proper date
You: wait, are you're saying you want to date me? 🥺
Seokmin: absolutely i do. if you want, of course
You: i'd love nothing more ❤️
Seokmin: YAY :)))
⤷ 𝐓𝐖: traditional theme, more fluff oriented but still has a ton of suggestive themes in it. Mentions of him being a somewhat sex addict, lactation moment, f!reader, subtle hint of him later sucking your breast, bun-bun means baby son, and etc.
𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈!
Currently having thoughts about having a baby w/ someone whose your favs that would be certainly get kinda jealous with his own child. Its not like he hates them or anything! but just think about it: he comes home late — eyes lookin' rough from all the dang yelling from his superiors at his job, his lips dry and fingers limp, dangling the office bag he always carried everyday.
As he opened the door, his eyes immediately went into detective mode, where is my wife? he wondered. God, he'a so fuckin' horny too — i mean you both knew this dude was kind of.. a sex addict from the beginning, but y'all still clock in together and it does not changed the dynamic in your relationship at all!
He called out for your name, pausing for a few sec trying to pick up a response from you. When he didn't get one, he immediately walked into the kitchen to search for you, none. You couldn't be found! he walked upstairs, and there you are — in your bedroom, with his baby in your arms, suckling sweetly on the breast milk.
He sighed in relief, taking in an eyesight of your halfly sleeping state. He couldn't help but think of just how.. sweet you look at that time. You're so womanly, such a good mother accompanying his child. Being such an obedient wife for him. He couldn't possibly ask for more.
Although, being the greedy man he is — he couldn't help but does.
So he approached you,
Slowly, just in a way he's fully relaxed.
His eyes darkened like drying autumn leaves, staring at his and your bun-bun laying comfortably in your arms. As you're just about to take off to sleep, he huffed — that was in fact soft but being an always alert mother you are, it was almost unusual to see you suddenly jolt — your eyes suddenly gazing to him, your husband.
Your lovely, greedy, obsessive, possessive husband.
He didn't even stare back at you despite knowing the full length of your consciousness. Instead he went in to pat the head of his bun-bun.
“He gets all the good stuff, mama.” He sighed, eyes slowly narrowing before he shifted his gaze into yours. “My turn, after this.”
Your jaw dropped, slightly. In a way you're shocked, but.. you're also not. Because he's your husband, and you know exactly the kind of person he is.
And he? knowing very full length of who you are as his beloved wife that he would kill and die for, would never ever refused him.
God, you guys are perfect together!
♥︎ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑: LOHEN (genshin impact), Xiao (genshin impact), Kamisato Ayato (genshin impact), SCARAMOUCHE (genshin impact), Tighnari (genshin impact), SAKAMAKI SHU (diabolik lovers), Sakamaki Subaru (diabolik lovers), MUKAMI YUMA (diabolik lovers), Mukami Ruki (diabolik lovers), Itachi Uchiha (naruto), KAKASHI HATAKE (naruto), Nara Shikamaru (naruto), SHISUI UCHIHA (naruto), GOJO SATORU (jujutsu kaisen), MAHITO (jujutsu kaisen), Toji Fushiguro (jujutsu kaisen), Nanami Kento (jujutsu kaisen), DOUMA (kimetsu no yaiba), Kokushibo (kimetsu no yaiba), SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA (kimetsu no yaiba), UZUI TENGEN (kimetsu no yaiba), TICCI TOBY (creepypasta), Jeff the Killer (creepypasta), Ben Drowned (creepypasta), JASON THE TOYMAKER (creepypasta), ++
i'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck; or i did, last time i checked.
★ FEATURING; joshua x afab!reader
★ WORD COUNT; 3.4k words
★ TAGS; coworkers au, friends with benefits, typical gentleman in the streets sexual deviant in the sheets joshua, a hint of pining if you squint, slight angst?, smut (MINORS DNI)
★ NOTES; this specific picture of shua is years old but it incited the most visceral reaction out of me anyway so here we are with another short oneshot that sidetracked me from the monster that i'm SUPPOSED to be writing :| this also turned out a bit more emotional(?) than i originally intended, so heads up on that i guess
★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, shower sex, oral (f receiving), choking, slight dumbification (i'm sorry, i normally have more dignity than this but i miss him so so dearly)
Joshua arrives five minutes after the first clap of thunder and ten minutes after the rain started pouring outside.
You hear him before you see him. The automatic lock of the hotel room turns as he scans the spare keycard from outside — one that you made sure to leave with the receptionist in the lobby when he told you he'll be running a little late. When the door swings open, light spills from outside and he greets you with a smile that makes his eyes crinkle and your heart stutter.
It's the same look that makes your female coworkers swoon and giggle to themselves in the office pantry — talk about Joshua's adorable eye smile never straying too far from your ears.
If they knew what kind of person he was past the usual pleasantries, would they still engage in that kind of fanfare?
Joshua is soaked all over when he enters, having tracked rainwater all over the carpeted hallway and into the floor of Room 505. He doesn't seem all too fazed by it though — quickly shrugging off his coat before hanging it behind the flimsy plastic hooks screwed to the back of the door. He shuts it behind him with a kick, sighing through his teeth as he loosens the coil of a sushi-patterned necktie around his collar.
You got that one for him as an exchange gift for last year's Christmas party. Joshua uses it a lot more frequently than you expected him to. In fact, he always wears it during casual Fridays. You're not sure if he actually likes the stupid necktie or he's just trying to get a reaction out of you, but his choice to wear it isn't lost on you either way.
"Team dinners are really something else," Joshua chuckles as he tosses the flimsy material atop the complimentary dining table. He cards his fingers through his damp hair and you try not to think of how good he looks as he does it.
"You should've come with us. It's not often that you see Manager Yoon convince Jihoon to down a shot of soju. Oh, Seungkwan also got his ass handed to him at karaoke with the girls from sales. I had no idea Jihyo could hold her high notes like she means business."
You don't take a bite at his feeble attempt at small talk. He knows damn well why you don't show up to any of Jeonghan's team dinners, but you tell yourself that Joshua's just being polite — still thinking of the outcast of the marketing department despite the fact that you do not want anything to do with the people you work with.
...Although there are some exceptions here and there.
"Really? You're just going to give me the silent treatment all night?" Joshua sighs dramatically as he unbuttons his dress shirt — baring his rain-beaded chest to your unwitting gaze. "Well, if you need a bit more time, I'll go hop in the shower first. You're free to join me if you'd like."
He knows you won't, so you find it strange that he offers each and every time anyway.
You let your gaze wander to the full length mirror attached to the cabinets once the door to the bathroom clicks shut. There's nothing remotely special about your getup tonight. You're still donned in your work clothes — brick gray pencil skirt with a brick gray blazer to match. Apart from the heels sitting on the rack near the door, you're pretty much still in uniform.
You had half the mind to go home and change when Joshua said he's going to dinner and karaoke with your boss and some other colleagues, but that would mean you actually cared about what you looked like in front of him.
Which, for the record, you don't.
You can hear Joshua singing a familiar song in the bathroom — one that he always belts out in the most annoying way possible every time he showers. You wonder if he even knows any other song apart from that, but tell yourself you don't really have any business asking.
As the near-silence persists, however, your thoughts start to wander. Did he also sing this song when he was at karaoke earlier? Did he get to duet the high notes with Jihyo? You wouldn't put it past either of them to do so — being two of the company's renowned social butterflies.
That train of thought brings forth the same question you've been asking ever since the first night you shared this hotel room with Joshua and found him still lying beside you in the morning:
Why'd he choose you?
You're an in by nine and out by five unless there's paid overtime kind of employee. You never bothered establishing any worthwhile friendships in the workspace because you know better than to trust the backstabbing fiends in the corporate ladder. You're perfectly aware of what other people say about your individualistic behavior — how you're the worst team player in your department — but you never really cared.
Not until Joshua Hong inserted himself into your life.
To put it in the easiest way possible, he's the epitome of a perfect coworker. He's the guy that greets you every morning with an charming smile. The guy who drops by your cubicle to give you a coffee he made himself before saying you're doing a great job with that report you're putting together. The guy that everyone just adores simply because he's always been likable from the get-go.
That's the kind of person Joshua is — the exact opposite of you. Surely the jury won't condemn you for always questioning how you wound up spending your Friday nights fucking the man your entire department is basically in love with when you're so unlovable yourself.
Every time you try to recall how your transactional relationship with the company's unofficial sweetheart happened in the first place, your brain simply refuses to cooperate — memories muddled by a few pints of beer too many and an eye-crinkling smile that you're better off not rationalizing.
Besides, it's not like Joshua kisses and tells. Whatever happens in Room 505 stays in Room 505, and that's one of the many reasons why you haven't deigned to walk away from the setup altogether.
You meet up, he makes you feel good — makes you feel wanted — he cycles through whatever aftercare you might need, you fall a little more in love with him, then you both decide if you want to sleep in for a couple more hours or —
Wait.
Did you just admit you're in love with him?
"Hm? Didn't think you'd actually hop in with me today."
Joshua's voice is clearly laced with amusement as you shut the door to the bathroom — cheeks hot with both the steam billowing from the shower and the embarrassment cloying in your chest. You had the foresight to take off your uniform at least, leaving you in an unassuming set of cotton underwear that makes Joshua lick his lips with anticipation.
You make a show of stripping the rest of your clothing before him — nothing but the glass door to the shower separating the both of you. It's nothing sensual, nothing grandiose. You simply take off everything that's keeping your body hidden from your nighttime lover's hungry eyes.
When you step into the warm drizzle of the showerhead, Joshua hums before reaching for a bottle of shampoo — squeezing just the right amount into his palm as he lathers the product into your scalp.
The gentleness weighted into his actions startles you a little — not having expected him to do something so...domestic. You came in here with the full intention of getting fucked against the bathroom wall, but the way he massages your scalp so tenderly makes you reconsider your course of action.
But no matter how much of a gentleman he acts around you, not even Joshua can do anything about his own body's physiological reactions.
You feel the length of his cock nestled against your ass, hips rocking back and forth as he stimulates himself into full hardness. A soft moan tumbles out of your lips when he squeezes some of the hotel-provided body wash all over your chest — large hands lathering the soap across your body all while paying special attention to your tits.
"You finally snapped out of it, sweetheart?" Joshua sighs before latching his mouth onto the thrum of your pulse, biting down for only a moment to get your attention. "Ready to take my cock like a good girl?"
The way he murmurs those last few words along the column of your throat makes your legs feel like they'll disintegrate at any moment. Joshua continues to murmur sweet nothings into your ear, helping you clean up properly first before actually trying anything.
You're not sure if you should be pissed off or endeared by his stalling, but by the time he's finally rinsed out all the suds from your heated bodies, you're more or less ripe for the taking.
"Brace your palms against the wall, pretty girl. Yeah, just like that." Joshua chuckles softly as he presses a kiss to your nape, lips traveling down the length of your spine until he's eye-level with your sopping cunt.
"God, I'll never get tired of looking at this pretty pussy. Been thinking about sinking my cock into you all fucking week," he practically growls. "You really knew what you were doing with that cute maroon skirt you wore the other day, weren't you? The one that kept riding up your thighs when you reached for something from the high shelves? Little fucking minx."
You mewl helplessly when you feel Joshua's tongue prodding your soaked folds — forcing you to press your cheek against the cold tile as he massages your ass gingerly.
Joshua does his best to keep you anchored, making sure you won't accidentally slip as he laves at the slick between your thighs. He has no problem doing just that — driving you to near insanity with how his tongue sucks and slurps at your cunt like it's the first meal he's had in days.
"S-Shua," you whimper pathetically, pushing your ass out for more friction. "You're eating me so good..."
Had you not been so quickly drowned in this haze of arousal, you would've exercised more restraint. Joshua normally has a hard time getting you to be more vocal whenever he makes you feel good, but you suppose that there's just something in the air tonight that makes it so easy to just surrender yourself to him.
You can feel the vibrations of his laughter along the millions of nerve endings on your clit as he traces it with the tip of his tongue — further incapacitating you from coherent thought. When he slips in a finger into your awaiting heat, you all but gasp into the steamy air of the hotel bathroom.
"You're so cute when you start calling me that," he coos without halting his ministrations — that sinful tongue darting out to tease and lick and stimulate as he eases in another thick finger into your gummy walls. "Wanna eat you out underneath your desk someday... Would you act as cute as you're acting right now if I did that?"
The prospect of having sweet, gentlemanly Joshua Hong on his knees for you under your work desk makes you tighten conspicuously around his fingers. From the sordid chuckle that leaves his lips, you're fairly certain that he's noticed.
"You like that, huh? You like it when I put my mouth on you? Make you feel so good, you forget about everything else?" he chuckles darkly, rising back to his full height without taking his fingers out of your needy cunt. "But we both know this is hardly enough for you, right sweetheart?"
You hate how he knows you so well.
Joshua spends about one minute max towel drying both of your bodies before he quite literally sweeps you off your feet. You let out a surprised shriek as he princess-carries you onto the bed — gently laying you on the undisturbed sheets before crawling on top of you like a predator circling its next meal.
"Wanna tell me why you were so out of it earlier?" Joshua murmurs as he nips at your jaw, the words followed by a crackle of thunder in the distance. He chuckles when you jolt in surprise before peppering your face with a collection of kisses that ends at the tip of your nose. "It's not the weather, is it? I remember that I literally fucked you in the middle of a storm last month."
"Quit running your mouth and just fuck me," you mumble, lacing your fingers around his nape before grinding up against his leaking cock. "I've waited for you long enough."
"Ahhh," he drawls with resounding epiphany, as if he'd just figured out some ancient secret. "So you were sulking because I took too long to get here? Don't worry, sweet thing, it won't happen again."
When Joshua leans close to your ear, his hot breath fans against your flesh — making your toes curl with quiet anticipation.
"The next time we meet in this room, I'll have you mounted on my cock the moment you come through the door."
Joshua doesn't bother with foreplay or any sort of preamble. He simply guides his cock into the give of your entrance, sinking his length so deep, you can feel him in your stomach.
"Fuck," you whimper, fingernails seeking purchase across the rippling muscles of Joshua's back. He doesn't quite move yet — letting you get used to the stretch like he always does.
"Pretty pussy's so fucking tight around me," he groans. "Did you need me this badly? 'm sorry for making you wait so long, sweetheart. If I had known, I would've ditched karaoke and made you feel good as soon as I could."
Empty words uttered in the throes of passion — you're well aware that's all they are. Yet Joshua has no trouble making your heart flutter with the sentiment anyway.
"J-Joshua," you manage to gasp as you feel his girth throb inside you. "Please move... Need it. Need it so bad, please."
You're on the brink of tears with how desperate you are for mind-numbing release, but amidst your mounting delirium, Joshua sighs a little too endearingly before pressing a long, hard kiss on your lips.
"Anything for you, pretty girl."
He eases himself into you slowly at first — making sure you feel every ridge of his cock dragging along your tight walls. Joshua particularly feels smug when your eyes roll to the back of your head, addicted to the way his cock is splitting you open.
It's only when you start to loosen up that he picks up the pace, strong hands gripping your thighs as he pounds into you. The squelch of your arousal echoes within the walls secluding you from the rest of the world.
When Joshua hoists your hips higher before hooking the back of your knees across his shoulders, you knew it was all over for you.
Admittedly, you don't remember the first time you've had sex with him anymore. Or the second. Or the third. You've had each other so many times in so many ways that every instance kind of just blends into the next — painting a messy caricature of all the illicit meetings you've had with your nighttime lover.
But you don't care if it's messy. You don't care if it's strange. At the end of the day, you're comforted by the fact that all these experiences you shared with him are irrevocably yours.
Even if you can't really say the same for Joshua himself.
He stirs the pot of your arousal with practiced ease. Joshua stares at you like you're the most precious thing he's laid eyes on before letting one of your legs fall back on the mattress.
Your lover trades the depth of his thrusts for enough leeway to flatten his thick fingers across your throat — making you bleat with expectation as he presses down just enough to make you feel lightheaded. He hisses when he feels your velvet walls clamp tighter around his cock, further informing him that he's on the right track.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he laughs breathlessly — his gorgeous face the only thing you can see. "You'll let me do anything to you, won't you? All I gotta do is fuck you stupid and you'll take everything I give."
At this point, you're too far gone to even deny a word he says. "Mmmm... Your cock feels too good, Shua. 'M so close already. You'll finish inside me, won't you? Make both of us feel good?"
"Dumb little princess couldn't even answer my question," Joshua chuckles before making a particularly harsh thrust that jostles you further up the mattress. "Of course I'll finish inside this pretty pussy. It's all mine, isn't it?"
"Uh-huh," you mewl as Joshua's fingers tighten around your throat again, making your toes curl with unadulterated glee. "My pussy's all yours, Joshua. All fucking yours."
He chuckles again, fingers climbing up to your jaw until Joshua is able to prod his thumb against your bottom lip. You respond in earnest, suckling at the digit as he rails you into the mattress. There's no longer any room for intelligible thoughts — lost in the sea of pleasure that Joshua choose to drown you in every time you come together like this.
"Close, close, close," you practically sob, thighs winding around his hips as you bring him impossibly closer to you. "Shua, I'm gonna cum. Please, I need to cum. I need you—"
"You already have me, sweetheart," he laughs breathlessly yet full of intent that you're too fucked out to notice.
"You'll always have me."
That's what does you in. That's what always does you in — his sweet words, his tender gaze.
As much as the pleasure he gives with each drive of his cock into your battered cunt sends you to cloud nine, nothing makes you fall apart harder than the thought that maybe Joshua Hong is capable of loving you back.
Because how can he stare at you with so much adoration in his eyes if he doesn't actually love you at all? How can he keep meeting you like this in secret if there's no hidden agenda behind it?
But when all's said and done, you come back to your senses. Your rose-tinted gaze fades back into the darkness of Room 505.
Joshua is still beaming at you like you're the only person that matters to him on this entire earth. But you know damn well that he'd never smile at you the same way once you're out of the four corners of this room.
That's just the way things are.
As you pick off your clothes from the floor of the bedroom and the bathroom alike, Joshua stirs from where he momentarily passed out on the mattress — bleary eyes observing your every move as his brows furrow together.
"You're leaving?" he murmurs sleepily. "But it's raining outside. We should stay until it stops at least."
Hesitating for a moment, you stare at the bundle of rumpled clothes in your arms as Joshua practically tells you to go back to bed.
You know it's for the best if you don't lay back down beside him. The distance keeps you grounded — anchored to the truth that beyond these weekly trysts you share together, you and Joshua are nothing but civil colleagues at most.
He isn't your lover. He isn't even your friend.
But a stubborn part of you believes that maybe if he breaks you apart and puts you back together again, you'll be a different person. Someone who can keep up with his outgoing lifestyle. Someone he'll have no problem showing off to his friends and fellow coworkers.
But, really, when have things ever turned up daisies when it comes to you and Joshua Hong?
"Fine," you mumble, dropping your clothes in a heap next to the sushi necktie that looks more worn out now that you're seeing it up close.
You make a mental note to buy him a few more once the Christmas sales start coming around again.
"You coming to cuddle before we sleep or what?"
Joshua stares at you sleepily and expectantly from the bed, even patting the vacant space between him for added effect. If only those girls swooning at him in the office pantry could see him now...
Too bad what happens in Room 505 stays in Room 505.
⟢ end notes: finished this at 3:05 am with zero proofreading dedicated to it <3 if you spot any mistakes, they're not really mistakes since they're all crucial contenders in the creation process <333
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A vampire apocalypse has come, and you’re one of the last humans alive. The entire population was wiped out within a few months, and while a few high quality humans had been herded into warehouses like cattle, you weren’t sure if there were many people left besides them.
For a while, you weren’t sure why you had been left behind.
You watched as your neighbors were picked off one by one, their wooden or metal barriers torn away like paper before they were dragged from their houses kicking and screaming. They often didn’t make it much further than the driveway before the feeding began, and eventually you couldn’t bear to look anymore.
But even as you ventured out to scavenge for food or met face to face with one of the beasts, you still came home alive and untouched.
“It’s because you’re ugly.”
You froze as an older man hobbled down the street towards you, but relaxed when you remembered it was the middle of the day. Vampires didn’t come out when the sun was up, maybe the legends were true.
When your body relaxed a bit, his words finally hit you. “W-what? Ugly?”
The man looked her up and down, leaning against his walking cane. “I heard ‘em talking about it, in them raspy voices the other nice. They done killed a whole family, bless their souls…”
He murmured the last part, clutching a silver cross hung around his throat. “The bastards can’t eat someone that wasn’t seen as beautiful by another person. Vampires themselves are gorgeous creatures so we cant really compete with them in terms of attractiveness. That’s why they gotta rely on human’s vision of beauty.”
The old man continued down the street, his eyes watching the sun as it began to set. “The last person that thought I was worth a damn thing was my late wife… but she’s been gone for nearly thirty years now.”
You stayed quiet, still trying to comprehend the reason you had been left behind and allowed to live. It wasn’t a kindness or from being special…
You just weren’t pretty.
The truth made something ugly well up in your chest, tears prickling in your eyes as you carried the supplies you acquired home.
“I guess I should be grateful…” you said to yourself, placing the canned goods in your pantry. “I get to live… in a quiet world with no friends or family. Everyone is gone and I’m alone…”
But that wasn’t much different from your life before.
You were distant from your few remaining family members and had just moved to the area, meaning you didn’t have any friends. The people you did know were pretty rude and inconsiderate, knocking over your garbage when they passed your driveway and leaving dog shit on your line.
“Maybe they deserved it…”
You instantly stilled the moment those words left your mouth. You hated getting like this, viewing others as worthy of harm just because they hadn’t been nice to you or you had some damn complex.
“That’s so ugly… that’s why no one thinks I’m beautiful…”
You spent the next few months in relative peace, even if you were going a bit insane from the lack of human contact. Sometimes you’d spot the old man and dashed over to talk to him, but he’d hardly give you the time of day.
“Go away, I ain’t getting close to no one and causing their death. You go on home and try to follow my example.”
He was right. Being around other humans during such a crisis could mean falling in love with the most unlikely people. Maybe if you saved someone or helped them in a dire situation their heart would beat a bit faster. Someone in love wouldn’t care about how you look, they’d find you beautiful because they adored you.
And that, was dangerous.
So you took his advice and stayed away from fellow humans. Though you tried to help when you could, giving food to wandering strangers or telling them the closest town after this, you never got too close and remained distant.
But as humans practically went extinct within a year’s time, the vampires were running out of beautiful people to feed on.
For nearly 11 months you lived on in your small home, stockpiled with food and gasoline for your generator. There was little competition in your small town for supplies since most people had been picked off by now, so you practically lived like a queen.
It was a quiet night of watching another dvd you found in town when you heard it.
Knock knock.
You paused the movie, your heart hammering in your chest. That sound was very familiar, you heard it countless nights when you still had neighbors being dragged out into the moonless nights by beasts you could hardly see.
It always started with a slow knocking, like the vampires enjoyed filling you with anticipation and fear. They knew you KNEW that this was going to be the end of your life… and they were thriving off of it.
“You should make it easier for us both and come out now, it’ll be less violent and painful for you…”
You felt yourself stand, your legs trembling as you approached the door. You didn’t want to go out like your neighbors, dragged through glass windows, bare skin scraping against the pavement while you were torn apart.
Your hand wrapped around the door knock and turned it slowly, the door creaking open to reveal a man behind it.
When the old man told you they were beautiful, you pictured a stereotypical gorgeous person… but a mortal couldn’t truly comprehend a vampire’s appearance until meeting one. While you had seen their beast form several times before, this was your first encounter with… this.
He stood before you, fangs glinting in the moonlight as his blonde hair cascaded down his shoulders, fluttering softly in the faint wind. Red eyes bore into yours, meeting your terrified gaze with intense delight that you could hardly understand.
“Ahh, we’ve been watching over you for a while, human. It was cute, seeing you eat your fatty snacks and stare at your TV screen, thinking you were safe.”
He leaned against the wall, smirking down at you as his cloak shifted. A pair of dark red bat wings twitched beneath it, revealing his true nature.
You knew he was a vampire already, he looked ethereally beautiful and stank of blood, but those wings drove it home. He was not a human, and he was there for you.
“W-what… do you want..?”
Even he was surprised that you were able to speak, his eyebrows lifting delicately before he chuckled.
“I guess you would be confused, wouldn’t you? Usually we drag you creatures out into the night and feast on your blood and flesh with no issue.”
You chanced a swallow, your throat feeling dry and your body stiff. He paused, letting his words sink in and fill you with even more anticipation.
“As you can probably tell,” he said after a moment, stepping past you and into your home. “There aren’t many humans left that we can eat.”
The vampire stood in the middle of your modest living room, glancing around with a frown. “Do you humans just enjoy living in such filth?” he asked as he stepped over a bag of half eaten chips.
You felt strangely humiliated by his question, your cheeks flushing, but you quickly regained your thoughts. Why should you care that this monster found your house a bit dirty? You were surviving an apocalypse!
“I can’t even believe I have to say this.”
He was almost whining as he flipped his hair, glaring down at you like you were more of an annoying insect than a human being.
“You’ve been selected for the human breeding program.”
You blinked, and he continued speaking before you could even process his words.
“I’ll be watching over you to make sure you eat well and are taken care of while my colleagues find a suitable breeding partner for you. The area will be clear of most vampires besides me so your human body won’t be so stressed and your eggs won’t shrivel up or whatever…”
Was he… reading a script? You stood behind him in stunned silence, your mouth agape.
“If you can produce enough human children you’ll be allowed to live as breeding stock for the rest of your mortal life. Once you can no longer breed, you may be turned into a vampire and allowed to join our ranks,” he said in a flat tone, waving his hand around at the end as if becoming a vampire would be appealing to you.
“No thanks.”
“You’ll be given good quality food and allowed to socia-“ he stopped reading, your words finally sinking in. “… excuse me?”
“I said no thanks. I don’t want to be your breeding stock or live on in a world where I have to sacrifice my children to get up in the world.”
He stared at you for a good moment, then spoke in a bored, exhausted tone. “What makes you think you have a choice? Those who don’t participate will be eaten or forced to.”
“Sure, try forcing me. That’ll just stress the women out and they’ll miscarry.”
It was a half-truth, but from what he said about your “eggs shriveling up”, the vampires didn’t seem to know much about human anatomy.
He stiffened, squinting down at you before he moved so quickly you nearly fell over. Faster than you could think, he had you pinned against the wall.
“You’d do well to listen, human woman. You have a year to think about your decision before they gather you all for the breeding program. Before then, you better come to terms with your fate and learn to listen to us.”
He took hold of your face, tilting it up so you’d meet with his scarlet eyes. “Because I’m starving, and would love to have fresh human flesh to sink my fangs into.”
He let you go, his claws leaving indents in your chubby cheeks. “I’ll be back tomorrow night with my things… make sure to clear out a room for me. I expect the high thread count sheets from that store down the street and those feather stuffed pillows.”
With a huff, he turned and walked out of your door, leaving you to stare at the empty space in front of you, still too terrified to move.
Would he have really killed you right then and there if he could?
It was then you realized it. They didn’t know that you were aware of what(or really, who) they could and couldn’t eat.
You were not seen as beautiful, therefore he could not eat you, and could not afford to lose you because you were needed for the breeding program.
Perhaps you could find some way to escape…
While you thought over your next move from your home, the vampire stared down at his hand.
The soft squish or your cheeks and the warmth they brought sunk into his cool skin. He kept thinking about how soft your flesh was, how he almost smirked when you defied the council’s wishes.
“Hey, Valentine.”
The sound of wings flapping behind him caught his attention. Valentine knew that voice, and he almost rolled his eyes before he turned.
“What is it now, Cupid?”
The pink haired boy grinned, showing off his newly formed fangs. He was a young vampire, and had just discovered the joys of hair dye and what the humans called “punk music”.
“I heard what that human said. You’re supposed to be guarding it, right?”
Valentine looked the youngster up and down, his eyebrow lifting just a hair. “What of it? Shouldn’t you be home by now? Your parents are probably tearing through the neighborhood looking for you.”
Howls could be heard from the distance, causing Cupid to jump. “Well, I just wanted to give you an offer.”
He stretched out his wings, then smiled as he glanced at your home. “If she doesn’t agree to the breeding program… why don’t we just eat her?”
Valentine stiffened, something about his words making the elder vampire snarl. Cupid quickly explained himself. “I mean, if she can’t breeding stock, I’m sure we could find some shmuck that’ll find her beautiful if we mess with his head enough. Then we-“
Cupid yelped when Valentine took hold of once of his wings, not enough to tear the delicate skin, but hard enough to quiet the young vamp’s babbling.
“As if I’d share a meal with the likes of you. Don’t dare to presume you can eat at the prince’s table.”
The second Valentine let go, Cupid took off into the air. “Y-yeah, Ex-Prince Valentine, you don’t scare me!”
Valentine sneered, his scarlet eyes rolling before he could stop himself. Feeling too lazy to peruse the tiny runt, he turned and began walking back to the palace.
Even if he was an Ex-Prince, having him work such a low level job was humiliating for a vampire of his status that had lived a life of luxury.
But… at least you might be interesting enough to keep him from dying of boredom.
He looked down at his open palm one more time, clenching his fist as if trying to keep the strange warmth he felt from seeping away… but vampires are creatures that feed off of human blood to live, and their cold flesh can never retain warmth again. In exchange for immortal life, the comfort of warmth alluded them.
But… for just a moment while he held your face, he felt it. With an evil smirk, he wondered if he scared you again, could he feel that same heat beneath his fingers return?
Now, he was looking forward to tomorrow night.
A/N: this is the beginning of a yandere!vampire love story. It will include: violence, somnophilia, gore, dubcon, obsession, mentions of breeding, and kidnapping. I’ll probably post each new part on my patreon before posting it here.
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