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justaaveragereader · 1 year

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Are You Listening👂?

Pairing:Hongjoong x Reader

Genre:Thriller/Horror

Warning: Blood, Apocalyptic Theme, Body Part Removal

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: A/N: This idea was actually brought to me by my forever soulmate @honey-lemon-goose , @matcha-green-bear💙💛.She shared some of her amazing art with me and this was just one of the many excellent pieces she showed me. I saw it and instantly was like I have to turn this into a fic. My baby truly is magical with art. She made this piece in 2020..like truly chefs kiss. Thank you my love for the inspiration, and sharing your amazing artwork with me😘🥰.

“Stop looking outside.”

Your boyfriend speaks up slightly startling you, black and gray smoke filled all of outside, it looked like some type of apocalyptic, dystopian nightmare. The government had issued a warning to the world that was now currently being overthrown.

“I’m just curious as to what’s all going on out there Joong. It looks like hell.”

Sighing Hongjoong stands up, placing his phone down. Clearly annoyed at your nosey antics. Making his way over to you, grabbing you hand away from the drapes, pulling you away from the window.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

“But satisfaction brought it back!”

Rolling his eyes, he kisses the side of your head leading you over to the couch in your shared apartment.

“I don’t think any amount of satisfaction is going to bring back the world.”

Smacking your lips in defeat, you press your forehead against Hongjoongs shoulder, sighing against him in disappointment.

“I don’t even remember what the world was like prior to this.”

He rubs light circles against your lower back trying to soothe you, not wanting you to break out into another rant about how the world is coming to an end. He presses a small kiss to your temple.

“I know..I know baby.”

The comfort in his warm embrace always grounded you, even with the world going to shit, his embrace was home. No matter where life dragged you, if Hongjoong was beside you, you’d always be home.

“Do you ever think things will go back to normal?”

You pull your head off his shoulder to look up at him, a nervous smile lays upon his face. He doesn’t want to lie to you but in the same breath he would tell you anything to make you happy. He lets out a small exhale. Pulling your body even closer to his, putting his forehead against yours.

“I don’t think things will ever be the same in the world but new creations may breed within the new world.”

Kissing the top of your head, he always knew what to say and how to say it. Your anxious state settles to a simmer. Nodding your head, giving him a quick kiss on the lips before parting ways to head to the kitchen.

“Dinner?”

Hongjoong watches you make your way to the kitchen before plopping back down on the couch, picking up his phone again.

“Pizza?”

He says tossing a glance your way, he always looked like a love struck puppy when you were out of the room. He enjoyed being within the same arm distance as you. Would he admit that out loud? No.

“That’s the third time this week you’ve wanted pizza Joong, you need to eat actual food.”

He lets out a small whine, tossing his head back, throwing a mini tantrum like he was a baby who just got told no more candy for the rest of the night.

“Baby please, pizza it gets my creative juices flowing! The pepperoni helps me think. In fact I’m almost done with the song. You are going to love it. I swear.”

Letting out a defeated sigh. You open the freezer, unboxing the third frozen pizza this week. Quickly shooting daggers at Hongjoong before finishing taking the plastic off the pizza.

“When do I get to hear this masterpiece?”

His whole face lights up, music was Hongjoongs passion, the aspiration poured from every pore on his body when he talked about it, he had a natural ear for music, any sound truly, he could make a song out of two pennies smacking the floor, and have it turn out to a masterpiece, you on the other hand didn’t know anything about writing or reading music besides what a treble clef was, yet he was always patient with you, showing you what notes did what, how you could chop and screw certain instrumentals.

“If I get my pizza I might be able to show you a snippet tonight.”

He bites his lip while wiggling his eyebrows. You let out a small laugh, all these years with Hongjoong had been anything but boring. Even if the world was ending at least it would end with you both going down together. Tossing the pizza on top of the pan, letting your oven preheat, you make your way back to the living room, plopping down right besides Hongjoong.

“Pizza?”

You lightly shove his shoulder before laying down on his lap. Closing your eyes.

“Yes pizza you baby, the oven has to preheat first.”

He leans down kissing your top lip.

“I appreciate you.”

He quickly nips the tip of your nose before leaning his body up, making himself comfortable on the couch cushion. Grabbing the tv remote, he decided to click a random channel on, looking for background noise while he edited his latest creation. Your eyes get heavier with sleep. Hongjoong takes notice bringing one arm down to rub small circles against your shoulder. Lulling you into a deep slumber.

Hongjoong couldn’t help but admire your sleeping features. The way your chest rose with each breath you took. The way your lips parted to take in a breath of air. You had him wrapped around your fingers, he was effortlessly in love with you. Putting his phone down, adjusting his position on the couch wanting to bask in this sleeping moment together. Tilting his head back on the throw pillows, letting sleep take control of him.

The sudden noise from the television causes you to stir, turning your body around you to wince lightly at the light beaming from the television. Sitting up, eyes barely cracked open, you poke Hongjoong lightly on the chest, causing him to lightly smack your hand away. Your eyes are now adjusting to the brightness of the tv. Static noise is bouncing off the walls in your apartment, causing your head to pulsate, shoving Hongjoong once more causing him to whine, cracking open his eyes slightly annoyed.

Grabbing the remote he turns the tv off, seconds pass by before the tv cuts on once more, static filling the room once again. Hongjoong sits up more, clicking the tv off once again, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“How long have we been asle-.”

The tv cutting on once more cutting him off mid sentence. Chills run down your spine, you are slowly getting creeped out. You throw a worried look at Hongjoong, his eyes not once leaving the tv.

“Hongjoong stop goofing around and cut the damn thing off.”

You whisper lowly.

Letting out a huff he raises the remote showing it off to you, watching him click the power button the tv goes off. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he was getting chills himself. Throwing a glance at you, almost like your emotions were rubbing off on him. Trying to shake it off, blaming it on the state of being woken up.

The tv cuts on once more static noise filling the room again. You scoot closer to Hongjoong, gripping the bottom of his shirt tightly. Not wanting to move away from him. Bringing a warm hand up he rubs your goosebump covered arm.

“Joong I’m scared…”

He bites his lip, choking down the eerie feeling dripping into his bones. Something isn’t right, you can feel the shift in the air. Should he say something to you? Or keep it to himself?

“It’s probably just a short in the cord.”

Standing up he moves towards the outlet, your hand still gripping the bottom of his shirt. Afraid to let him go, was it paranoia? Was it being startled awake that was making you uneasy?

“Baby you gotta let go of me so I can cut the tv off.”

He says through a small chuckle. Causing you to retract your hand. Making his way over to the outlet he unplugs the tv. Holding the cord in the air, waving it around.

“See I told you, probably a short in the cord, or maybe a bad outlet? This building is old as dirt. Plus with all the shit going on outside, I wouldn’t be surprised that technology starts acting up.”

His words reassure you, he always knew what to say and how to say it. Deciding it was best to let it go, you sink further into the couch. Hongjoong plops down next to you. Pulling your body close, missing your warmth. Leaving kisses on your temple, slowly moving down to your ear, nipping at your earlobe you let out a small groan.

“You know…I’m still waiting on my pizza.”

Letting out a huff you shove Hongjoong away from you, causing him to let out a high squeak of laughter. His body flopping over onto the back of the couch, wiping tears from under his eyes like he had just heard the funniest joke of the year.

Standing up you make your way to the kitchen that is now warmer than usual due to the oven being on this entire time. Grabbing the pan with the now defrosted pizza you toss it in the oven, closing the door with a swift bump of your hip. Making your way to the fridge. Grabbing two bottles of water.

“Let me hear a snippet of what you’ve been working on.”

“Nope.”

He says putting extra emphasis on the p. You roll your eyes making your way back to the living room, muffing his head lightly with the water bottle.

“It’s only fair, I woke up and instantly started making your pizza!”

Biting his lip, you can tell he’s slightly nervous, he never settled for just ‘okay’ work; everything he did had to be perfect before he even let anyone take a glance. His fingers anxiously move on the side of his thigh. He’s worried you will not be impressed with what he has, music is his life, but you are his world, even though you knew nothing about music he was still afraid of disappointing you.

He makes a move to grab his phone, throwing you a side glance muttering under his breath that this piece isn’t finished or even close to being done. Yet you could care less, you loved any and every piece of music he worked on, he was a natural. Some people are born with it, some people have to learn it. Joong? Made for it.

Unlocking his phone with a slight jitter in his hands, he goes to his files. You look as closely as you can get, seeing him click the title ‘Guerrilla’ a huge smile takes over your face, feeling giddy that soon you will be hearing the new musical piece he has been working on non stop. Clicking the play button the instrumental hits you right away, you are smiling at the screen of his phone.

You can feel his gaze on you, so intense you could’ve sworn the side of your head was smoking due to the intensity of his stare. Suddenly Hongjoongs voice is heard over the music he’s only a couple verses in before you hear a slight scream before he cuts it off.

You throw your hands up, slightly standing up in disbelief that we could cut it off right before his verse finished.

“Why would you cut it off?! I was listening to that! The screamo was just about to start!”

You say loudly, slightly raising your voice. You stomped your foot slightly, clearly annoyed with him, you kick his ankle slightly. He chuckles, relief washing over him that you were that into the song already. You huff making your way towards the kitchen, oven timer going off signaling you that it was time to grab the pizza out of the oven.

“Maybe when I get some food into my system I’ll maybe, and that’s a big fat maybe let you hear my full verse. May I mind you it isn’t finished yet.”

Tossing the pizza pan on the counter, giving it a chance to cool slightly before cutting it up. You make your way back over to Hongjoong, looking at him with a small pout.

“Can I hear your verse once more, please?”

Biting a smile back, unlocking his phone once more he restarts the song. Once the beat comes in you sit down next to Hongjoong, staring at him in amazement. Your eyes meet each others, sending a warm feeling to spread through your body. The movement ends swiftly due to the tv cutting back on, static noise filling the air. Rolling your eyes you pause the song.

“I thought you left it unplugged.”

Standing up you make your way to the outlet, pausing a couple feet before it. Looking down you realize the tv is still unplugged. A high pitched sound leaves the tv causing you to toss your hands over your ears. Quickly you back away, Hongjoong grabs your elbow making you sit down pulling you close. You were now frightened, the tv was on. How? It was unplugged. Suddenly the tv static cuts off. A voice starts talking.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

Your eyes grow huge, heart officially sinking into your feet. Your stomach turns with uneasiness. You feel Hongjoong stiffen up beside you. The air is now thick with anxiety and terror. A group of men in fedoras appear on screen, faces barely shown; you couldn’t even make out their individual features, barely seeing their eyes. The screen glitches causing your breath to hitch. The voice coming from the tv once again repeating.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

You clutch the side of Hongjoongs pants clearly terrified. Hongjoongs sweaty hand slips on his phone screen causing the Guerrilla song to start again, your eyes quickly shift down to his phone, the sudden noise causing you to jump slightly.

You move your eyes back to the tv screen to once again see nothing but static. The eerie voice comes out once again.

“There is a disease in the heart of man, the disease is human emotion.”

Hongjoong fumbles with his phone trying to cut the sound off, you grab his phone yourself, clicking the power button on the side to lock the screen, you are fidgeting just as bad as him. You look up at the screen, the fedora men have reappeared. You can’t see their faces yet you feel so much heat, so much intensity, so much pressure from them. The music is still playing, deciding it’s best to just power off the phone. Causing the room now to get completely silent.

“Hongjoong…”

He doesn’t say anything, he can’t. His throat his dry in terror, trying to brave a face for you, glancing down at you. Raising his eyebrows slightly. Signaling to you that you’ve got his attention.

“I’m scared…”

You whisper out so quiet, it comes out lower than a whisper. You look back at the tv screen, the sweat beading down your spine is a clear sign of fear, you are completely terrified. You want to get out of this room, out of this house, out of this world. You want to take Hongjoong, leave, and never return.

You two are attached at the hip. Not daring to leave any space between you two. The oven timer dinging makes both of you jump. Did you set another timer? You had pulled the pizza out to cool, surely no timer was needed. You send a tight lipped smile Hongjoongs way.

“Still want some pizza?”

You sat through a nervous chuckle trying to cut some of the terror tension in the room. He smiles at you, nodding his head. You get up and make your way towards the kitchen. Cutting the oven timer off, along with the stove. Surely you had cut them off earlier?

Pulling out a pizza cutter, placing it on the counter before you get a tingle in your bladder, forgetting you had blown threw the bottle of water earlier.

“I’m going to use the bathroom real fast, then I’ll cut up the pizza.”

You say while scurrying off to the bathroom, quickly trying to make your way to the bathroom before your bladder gives out on you. Hongjoong always joked about how your bladder was the size of a pea. Shutting the door behind you, the feeling of being watched sets you off. You live on the third floor. Surely no one could’ve made their way into your home without you or Hongjoong noticing, right? Swiftly you swing at the shower curtain, punching it just in case someone was standing behind it. Pulling it back swiftly you are met with your and Hongjoongs body care now on the bottom of the tub. Letting out a sigh of relief you pick up the bottles. Feeling like a fool for letting some weird tv glitch get to you in such a way. Spooking you in your own home.

Quickly using the restroom yet you can’t shake this eerie feeling, your fight or flight is on high alert. You finish your business rather quickly. Yet the fear that is now warping itself into your body is another story. The creepy feeling is licking every inch of your skin, saturating you in a strange feeling. Washing your hands you can hear a noise in the distant background, on the opposite side of the door. Pushing your ear closely to the door you can faintly hear the Guerrilla melody playing. Letting out a relieved sigh, Hongjoong must’ve cut on his song again to edit it. Drying your hands on your pants, as you make way to grab the knob, your brain starts yelling at you not to. Your body is on high alert. Thinking you were still scared from earlier you open the door. Fear is now licking the bones of your spine, getting ready to feast upon you like you are its last meal.

Stepping a foot out you look down the hallway. Has it always been this dark? This terrifying? This menacing? You slowly make your way down the hall, fingers dragging slowly against the walls. The closer you get the more you hear the muffled noise of the song. Stepping fully into the living room, Hongjoong is nowhere to be seen. His phone is stuck between the cushions in an odd position. You quickly glance in the kitchen not seeing him in there either. Surely you would’ve heard him pass by the bathroom door…right?

Something small and white catches your eye, in front of the tv is a white box, the size of an engagement ring box. Rolling your eyes you get giddy, was this his way of proposing to you? Was this whole thing a set up to throw you off of his proposal trail? You and Hongjoong had been together for quite some time. He never had a normal way of doing things. The fear now leaving your body you fully walk up to the tv, not even realizing the screen is black, like it has been fully turned off once more. On top of the box is your name in gold encrusted lettering.

Biting your lip, you look behind you, still no Hongjoong in sight, you assume he’s waiting for you to open the box. Completely missing the way a shadow moves in the TVs reflection. Biting your lip, nervous to open the box. You slowly take the top off of it, the box has layers of white and red stained tissue paper in it? Why was the tissue paper wet?

Slowly you remove the tissue, trying to avoid touching the wet substance on it. Fully uncovering it, you let out a scream, completely dropping the box, causing the item in it to fall out, smacking the floor with a wet smack. It was an ear, a bloody severed ear, wait…was that Hongjoongs ear?! Wiping your hands on your shirt, tears streaming down your face, moving back so fast, your brain is running on a million miles, not focusing on much you bump into a hard object, not sure what is behind you, trying to clear your eyes of the pouring tears that are clouding them. You catch the reflection in the tv it’s one of the men in the fedoras from earlier, before you can even scream. He wraps a hand over your mouth, squeezing your face tightly. Causing you to sob harder into his hand.

He brings his lips to your ear, you slightly shift your body forward trying to put as much space between the both of you as you can.

“The disease is human emotion.”

He quietly whispers into your ear. Causing you to let out a muffled cry once more. The tv clicks on, the fedora men appear on tv, you notice only one is missing. You drop down to your knees trying to scramble away from the man. Your face slipping out of his grip, his nails knick your skin as you descend. He grabs the back of your shirt before you can get away. Dragging you towards the television. He puts one leg into the screen dragging your body along with him. Clawing at the floor you are screaming for Hongjoong to help you, not even knowing exactly where he is. Before the fedora man can fully pull you into the tv you catch a quick glimpse of what is written inside the lid of the box that was holding Hongjoongs ear.

‘Are you listening?’ written in what you are assuming is his blood.

The tv glitches, reverting back to the tv static screen, no signal bounces back and forth around on the screen. The apartment is now eerily quiet, with the muffled sound of a distorted version of Guerrilla playing. Is this the new world?

A/N: Now before anyone says some…I know HalaTeez are good guys, welp…In here they are bad guys😀. We love a group of evil fedora men who overthrow the government. I spent all night working on this, having to take multiple breaks because I was slowly creeping myself out😂. When you are working on something at 3:30am… with lack of sleep your mind starts to become your enemy, I thought a fedora man was going to pop up on my tv at any moment. Once again thank you to my soulmate for sharing their work and letting me add it to the thumbnail. Hope you all enjoy💙!

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stardragongalaxy · 1 year

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Title: Infernal Deception

Pairings: Jongho X gn!reader X Yunho

Word count: 2,356

Genres: Horror, Smut, Dark Fantasy, Supernatural, Paranormal, Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Enter at your own risk, Blood tw, knife tw, fire tw, magick, Voyeurism, Hate sex, Munipulation, Rituals, Jealous and possessive Yunho, rough sex, praise, endearing and degrading name calling, mentions of other ateez members and a stray kids member, I'm not sure what else I've missed so let me know.

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Author's note: I took time with this one and the first for the February Filth Fest! I'm still learning the ways so constructive criticism is most welcome.

I recommend these songs for this fic: Hell and Back by Self Deception, Precious by Ateez, Voices by Stray kids, Bad Things by I Prevail, Nightmare by Ashes to New, and Welcome to the Chaos by Fame on Fire.

Take in mind that I only post on tumblr. I do not want my works translated or reposted. Let me know if they are. Thank you!!

Disclaimer: No idols are true to any representation of the fic. They are merely face claims.

Taglist: @toxicccred @abiaswreck @choisanshine

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You always loved your inner circle of friends. Enough that you gave your heart to another, even over a year after such heartbreak of losing Yunho in tragic events. They all helped you anyway possible, but it was Jongho who you seemingly get the closest with Inviting you over after countless times at his home. He wanted to make this time a surprise. Blindfolding you, he led the way.

"My sweet darling, how pathetic you struggle to escape me" His voice condescending while gripped onto your hips. Smirking, though lost in pleasure hearing your whines and cries while he fucked up into you in the chair that centered the circle on the floor of the basement. Slowing down, he half halfheartedly teased you with the pace carefully reaching down gripping the handle of the dagger stuck in the floor.

Still blindfolded, you held his legs trying to make him stop with your safe word. Usually, he’d stop without question. Tonight, he didn’t listen and without knowing the reaction he’d have, scared you the most.

“Don't you trust me? No, maybe it's You that took one of MY brothers away!!” Raising his voice with each word shouting on the last word, dripping venom driven hatred your way. Given no time to process his heart staking words, he stabbed the dagger into your arm then your leg pulling down on the handle with a maniacal laugh. Tearing a wailing scream from your throat, instinct taking over of getting away from him. "Scream all you want, no one going to hear you!!"

“Not yet baby.. We have a little ways to go…” Jongho snarled in your ear leaving you cradling your injured arm against your chest silently crying with your forehead on his shoulder. Hearing dripping hit the floor; you could only listen with fear in your soul as your heart galloped in your chest

Jongho looked around making sure everything was in place in the corners of the ritual insignias within the circle to the candles burning in front of an ancient mirror hung onto the wall. Tossing the dagger gently to one edge of the insignias within the circle watching as your blood dripped onto it. He watched curiously watching a few more drops of your blood starting to spread with nothing happening. Jongho began to get impatient until the next drop of blood from your body hit another insignia beside the chair causing a phenomenon to begin.

A gentle wind picked up to cause the candle flames to sway. Voices in your head caused you to shiver, quickly covering your ears with a whimper. Jongho glanced at you for a split second; looking up after seeing the ritual circle glow of reds and purples. The winds picking up rapidly, Knocking over the candles spilling the contents on the floor causing a fire to quickly spread licking the walls and floor in front of the duo outside the circle causing Jongho to go on high alert. He started to move until his eyes widened at the increasing volume of echoed voices from screaming, demonic growls, whispers, and crashes of nearby objects. Holding his hands over his ears after taking so much causing the entity in the room to laugh darkly. The light bulbs began to explode until one remained causing darkness to surround the duo.

Jongho tried to steady his ragged breathing, lowering his hands looking around trying to see into the darkness. Squinting hard, his eyes widened realizing the mirror that once was whole, now was shattered. Swallowing hard he looks down at you shivering holding your free hand on your injured leg with a small groan. Glass crunches in the darkness causing chills down both your spines as footsteps approach. Jongho looked up watching a silhouette of something tall in the darkness circling them slowly much like a predator ready to strike at any given moment.

"What is your reason of summoning me here...?" A deep, yet powerful voice spoke from the dark figure's direction. One that seemingly sounded slightly familiar to you, if it wasn't laced with venomous hatred and snarling undertones.

"I want to see who I'm speaking with so we may discuss the ex-" Jongho stopped seeing the entity step forward from the darkness to the edge of the circle "change.." finishing the word quietly now seeing the figure better. Holding you close with one arm with your head on his shoulder he kept eye contact, though widened looking at the spitting image of his dead brother, Yunho. Sending chills through his spine under the intensity of the deadly gaze. At the same time hearing you whine softly, mumbling something under your breathe bringing your hands up to cover your ears again with what strength you had. Yunho stepped forward in strides through the circle stopping, eyes flashing after glancing at the wounds you bare from the weapon used.

"This exchange you claim was never yours to begin with" Yunho spat coldly looking at Jongho moving his hand slightly upwards. Chains moved from nearby wrapping around Jongho’s lower legs to the chair.

"What do you mean?! I did everything I was supposed to!" Jongho yelled out in anger to the elder. Yunho tilted his head with a stotic face taking a step forward. Leaning down, he gripped Jongho hair roughly, making the younger male grimace being inches away from each other, his eyes blazing pure golden red. His other hand slithering silently over your wounds letting his black fire lick them over. Searing and healing them in the process. Laying his free hand on your hip gently making you jump caressing your skin in soothing motions feeling you shake.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Master. One I won’t let you win” Yunho warned gripping the younger hair tighter in his fingers making Jongho screw his eyes tightly. Using the hand on your hip he cohort you slowly to start standing up making Jongho pull out of your heat. Throwing Jongho head forward with a snarl; he guided you backwards slowly out of reach of the other. Raising his hand and closing it in pure confidence caused more chains to hold Jongho in place. Jongho opened his mouth to protests to come to silence. Being satisfied at the work, he turned his attention to you putting his hands over yours gently lowering them. He squeezed them softly.

“I’m going to take the blindfold off, but close your eyes for me” Speaking in a much gentler tone. You swallowed and nodded. Taking a deep breathe you closed your eyes as instructed. Reaching around, Yunho carefully untied the Blindfold making sure it didn’t tangle in your hair letting it drop to the floor below.

“Do you trust me?” he asked you. You answered yes after slight hesitation making him bite his tongue and closing his eyes only to open them a moment later. Stepping closer to you after a moment of thought making sure not to scare you he made his decision. “Open your eyes for me”

Doing as you were told you opened your eyes slowly. Gasping, with wide eyes made your heart race. “Y..Yunho..?” you whispered not sure if this was a twisted trick of the mind or a dangerous reality. He gave you his sweet smile that you dearly missed. Walking and reaching out touching his hand afraid he’d fade away. When you felt his touch being indeed real, you rushed and hugged him. He reached up with his free hand creating caressing strokes from your hair to your upper back. “I’m here sweet Phoenix” He whispered to you keeping the sweet moment kissing your forehead making your heart flutter. Looking at him to make sure this was real you kissed Yunho catching him off guard. He gave the love in return making you want more.

“Yunho, I need you..” Whispering to him keeping eye contact. He hums pecking your lips looking over at Jongho. He moves his hand slightly causing Jongho to cough, but catch his breathe causing Yunho to smirk looking back at you. “Let’s put on a show for our guest, my love~”

Looking over at Jongho shooting a glare of your own at the person you thought you could trust to not break your heart to be deceitful. Jongho snarled struggling in the binds Yunho put him in. He only stopped hearing soft whispers that sounded close to his ears. Looking around in confusion from where the sounds came from with no source he shook his head shaking them off for him to jump afterwards looking down. His eyes widened seeing one of his fears of a feather crested black serpent covering his lap with its body looking up at him, the flicking its tongue with a warning hiss making him freeze. Yunho chuckled lowly watching the interaction.

“Befitting considering the circumstances of what you’ve done and have become. Now behave and watch the show”

“Whatever happens, let it come naturally. Don’t be afraid” Speaking clearly in your direction giving an affirming nod in return. He smiled kissing your head before he claimed you as his once again. Making sure you felt safe. He went to work prepping you, closely watching all your reactions and praised you lovingly. Hoisting you up to have you wrap your legs around him. He hummed in contentment lining up with you. Sinking into you slowly with a moan in sync with yours. “Fuck, you feel so good” Tilting his head back in pleasure until he bottomed out. You took deep breathes letting the pain recede. Tapping his arm was a signal that he followed pulling out then back in picking up a steady pace after a few thrusts. “That’s it, take all of me!” Growling deeply by your ear moving to the wall. Holding you closely with one arm using the wall as leverage; he picked up his pace thrusting into you. Hearing your moans sounded like a Siren’s song to his ears, alluring and addictive something he'd never get enough of.

“Daddy” Moaning out causing him to go faster, losing control. He growled emitting purple energy and black flames to erupt on his being engulfing his very being, changing him to what he truly is. “Say it again” Speaking deeply trailing a growl. Slamming his armored claws into the wall near your head forming cracks jolted you to open your eyes. You gasped now seeing what changes took over. He slowed his thrusts looking at you with a devilish smirk letting you see. Genuine curiosity took over long enough to catch the black armor on his legs and arms, his draconic features from his tail, eyes, horns, fangs, to his tattoos and his insignia. “Mmmm~ Like what you see, my guiding light?” Thrusting hard into you making you moan “Use your words” He growled by your ear.

“Yes daddy! Please go- AH- faster!” Yunho chuckled kissing your forehead and lacing one armored hand to your soft one. “As my baby wishes~ Shall be done!” He picked up pace loosing all self control with you. His black flames licking his skin burning over to you. Upon contact started to consume your being with no damages. It however created something special. The flames changing colour to Inferno orange shaping behind your back creating large wings, eye colour changing to a crystal purple, with any tattoos to glow simultaneously with his own. Yunho opened his eyes in amazement feeling pride spread in his being. “My baby looks so damn ethereal!” he moans out feeling your walls clenched around him. “That’s it. Cum for me. I want your essence” Biting your neck causing you to be driven over the edge. He became sloppy with a few more thrusts releasing within your walls with a strangled moan riding out both your highs. He nuzzled into you taking care of the bite marks he left. “Mine” he softly growled staying in you for a little longer causing you to giggle and kissing his cheek. The fire that surrounded grew bigger before receding over your being healing any wounds and leaving a warm feeling.

“We belong to each other” He smiled hearing your words pecking your lips.

“How are we going to do this? I don’t want to leave this world and people might suspect things if they see you again”

“I mean there is always the options of being a pet or being attached to a piece of jewelry. I wouldn’t be far either way”

You nod thinking it over before going to having him as a pet. He pulled out of you kissing your head helping you get dressed agreeing with your decision. Yunho looked over at Jongho shaking in anger and fear. Walking over, Yunho locks eyes with the younger with a victorious smirk.

“What are you going to do to me?” Jongho questioned glaring. Yunho tilted his head bending down resting his arm on his leg locking eyes.

“That fate was already decided long ago. Ironic, how a serial killer doesn’t do deep research on rituals before doing them”

Jongho snarled and started thrashing, screaming in pure anger. He heard the hiss stopping taking rapid breathes, but keeps a glare on Yunho.

“I’m just playing the villian just as you wanted, but I’m taking what’s mine. I won’t leave you without company” Standing up he stands proud and tall. Turning he comes your way making sure your ready.

“I’m going to send you back to hell where you belong!!” Jongho yelled louder causing Yunho to laugh darkly, turning fully holding you against him.

“By the time they find your body, there wont be anything left to identify. Scream all you want, no one living will hear you…” Yunho coldly spat. He lead you to the stairs letting you go up first halfway turning to catch Jongho shake seeing the other people in the darkness though four stood out under the light. Heading upstairs he left them to join you closing the door to the basement to a crack.

Hearing the final light burst, you closed and locked the door muffling Jongho’s final screams as you both leave.

“Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San, Minho, Mingi… please no!!!”

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Burn the World

😈Submission for @flurrys-creativity Supernatural Event. Your 666 followers is deserved hahahhaa 😈Pairing: Ateez, Kang Yeosang x Reader (F) 😈Genre: Smut, demon au, supernatural au 😈Rating: 18+ MDNI 😈Warnings: blood, use of the occult, religious aspects, sex (blowjob, penetrative sex, Yeosang huge dick, stomach bulge, f receiving oral, dirty talk, cum eating, the air is an aphrodisiac in the second circle of hell, degradation kink, edging, master/sex slave dynamics, m and f orgasm) 😈Word Count: 5,598 (yeah.......) 😈Summary: As the leader of a cult, in an attempt to summon a demon to aid you in taking over the world, you utter a couple of words in Latin wrong and go from “let your powers enter me and make me powerful” to “let YOU enter my body and give me pleasure”. Kang Yeosang, a demon prince of the 2nd circle of Hell aka Lust, answers your summons. With blood sealing the contract, you have no option but to hope for the best and let the demon own your body.

The grand ballroom that had been converted into a temporary summoning room was ready. The pentagram had been drawn with pitch-black sand. You were at its center, robes carefully drawn out of the way to not break the circle. Your disciples surrounded the circle and your followers made a spirally circle around them.

The ancient book that you were to utter the spell from was made from leather of the skin of a witch, that much you knew from a few scrawling's in Olde English. The last time this spell had been attempted had been when the Vikings had invaded Britannia. You were not planning on failing like they had.

The chanting began, a soft lull that almost reminded you of the beehives cultivated by the church you had lived near as a child. You felt their energies gathering in the same spinning circle your followers had arranged themselves in. You raised your voice, speaking the ancient Latin text. Your tongue rolled the consonants and when the chanting had halted, you pulled the knife you planned on using for the blood pact. If you did not seal this offered contract to the demon who’s power you wanted to consume, then the demon would not be bound to you, and free to create havoc. It was you who wanted to be the one to burn the world.

Xxx

Yeosang lounged on his throne, barely bothering to conceal a yawn. There was an entire orgy playing out in front of him, but then again, when wasn’t there? As one of the princes of the second circle of hell, aka Lust, life was full of uncompleted orgasms and temptations. But Yeosang was bored this century--this millennium? He wasn’t sure how long he’d been down in hell without a break to the human world. It seemed like the human’s were losing their touch with the other realms. Yeosang sighed heavily. He was bored.

And then, mid-yawn, this time not concealed, a contract appeared before him. Yeosang tilted his head curiously, light eyes scanning the document. It was a summoning spell. Everything seemed to be in order but the confusing part was why did it appear in front of him? The request was full of the intent to take over the world but the final request--which was the most important part of the contract-- demanded that whatever demon signed this contract gave them pleasure.

San, a demon from the fourth circle, Greed, poof-ed by Yeosang’s side. His face was screwed up in confusion. ”I got this contract but I think it’s for you.”

Yeosang snatches the contract out of the air. “Are you sure? Could be fun.”

San smiled happily. “I think I’m gonna take a nap. This sounds like too much work.”

Yeosang waved away the demon of Greed. “Don’t sleep for too many decades.”

A quill zooms to Yeosang’s hand and he signs it with a flourish. The contract is complete. Yeosang looks down at his body, deciding perhaps he might dress to impress this human that had summoned him. He suspected their wording was a mistake but he was eager to see this human that looked on taking over the world and was instead about to experience the most pleasure their little body could ever imagine.

Xxx

You stood there looking like an absolute buffoon. The spell hadn't worked. The air was tense, whether from the dark magic or from the expectations of both your disciples and your followers, that wasn’t clear. Blood dripped down your upraised hands onto the floor and for nothing. Your plan had not worked.

In a disgrace, you stormed out of the circle, your robes and slippered feet sweeping away the black sand of the circle. Murmurs rose behind you, questions were shouted but you avoided them all as you went back to your room and firmly locked the door.

You tossed your cloak onto an armchair and strode to the balcony to gulp in some cool air. You were certain, certain, this would work. There had been no doubt in your mind nor heart. Your determination to take over this world and make it bend to your will has never wavered. You were sure a demon from the other realm would jump on the chance to aid you. Perhaps the demons had gotten lazy during the period in which no humans had summoned them. You were at a loss at what to do next.

You let out a loud, primal yell at the loss of the evening, and perhaps your lifelong plans, when a mocking chuckle made you turn back into your room. “You really should brush up on your Latin, human.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in the creature before you. Dark horns curl along his dark hair, a few highlights perhaps suggesting there was good in him yet, or a trap for those unwary. His eyes were dark with lust and his lips plush. His face was statuesque and that body that was revealed through peekaboo clothing was beyond tempting.

You shook your head to clear your brain of the lust-cobwebs building there. “My Latin is perfectly fine, Demon.”

“That’s Lord Demon to you.”

You rolled your eyes. “You're a little late, don’t you think?”

The demon’s eyes twinkled in merriment. “You didn’t think that when you summoned a demon that we would just come to your beck and call like a little lap dog, surely?”

“I expected you to show up in a grand gesture of your power to prove to my followers that I was the right choice,” You stated.

“Oh, an exhibitionist, I do love me a human that flaunts their sexual favors.”

You began to sputter a response. “Sexual favors? What are you speaking of? You’re supposed to bind to me so that we can take over the world.”

The demon smirks, propping a leg up on the armchair you had cast your cloak onto. Your eyes follow the way his leather pants strain against his thigh muscles. “I told you, your Latin needs just a smidgeon of brushing up on. Would you like me to educate you on where you went wrong? Not that you’ll be getting anymore help from my realm. The Demon Prince of Greed is going to be taking a looooong nap.”

You sent the demon a look of utter confusion. “Then who the hell are you?”

“Who the hell am I, indeed?” The demon stood up from his casual stance and bowed at the waist. “I am Kang Yeosang, Demon Prince of Lust, from the second circle of Hell. Pleasure to make your acquaintance…?” Yeosang raised his eyes and paused to leave you the chance to introduce yourself.

“...I am absolutely fucked, aren’t I?” A demon of lust wasn’t going to get what you wanted, at all, what the hell had gone wrong with your translation?

Yeosang took a step closer to you. “Totally fucked. I believe your closing statement was ‘Let you enter my body and give me pleasure’?”

“Fuck,” You cursed, “It was supposed to say ‘Let your powers enter me and make me powerful’!”

Yeosang took another step closer still. “And I don’t have to remind you that once a contract is made in blood--”

“--it’s binding forevermore. I know.” You sighed. “Well?”

Yeosang eyes moved up and down your body and he nodded to himself. “Your body is mine to do with as I please. It would please me more if it pleased you.”

You refused to look him in the eyes but you also knew it was not a good idea to lie to the demon who you had signed your body away to. “It would please me too.”

“Then, it’s decided.” Yeosang smiled, and it should be calming, but instead it spikes intense desire through you. His demon fangs peek out past his lips but you don’t feel anything as he seals the deal with a kiss. His taloned hand holds you in place carefully, holding you almost gently. “I haven’t touched a human in years,” Yeosang admitted, “We’ll have to take it slow.”

You frowned at him and Yeosang laughed at you. And then with a poof, he was gone.

Xxx

The following morning one of your disciples slipped into your room. You were accustomed to Mingi pulling aside the curtains and asking if he could bring you your regular breakfast but instead he spouted a different question.

“Were you not visited by any demons, Mistress?” His face was fairly innocent when he asked this, eyes round and curious. The question itself is what set off the alarm bells.

You rose from your bed and put on a robe. “You know very well that I was not visited by any demons, Disciple Song. It was an utter embarrassment last night. I thought you triple checked the incantation?”

Mingi’s eyes moved to the spell book that had somehow found its way back to your chambers. “We practiced day and night together, Mistress,” Mingi deflected, “I’m sure it was right.”

Your Latin was on a basic level, it was Mingi that was the linguistics specialist. It was one of the reason’s he had been an indispensable disciple for your cult. You needed him for complex translations and pronunciations. If even one word was wrong…

“Mingi, my pet, you wouldn’t happen to be sabotaging me, would you?” You purred dangerously.

“Mistress!” Mingi’s eyebrows turned inwards in a frown. “I could never! You are the whole reason for my existence! The cult! The Real! It’s everything to me!”

“Yeosang?” You whispered, quickly cutting yourself by pulling some skin on your thumb. You weren’t sure if it would summon the demon but you were sure he would be attuned to your body and--

A poof of smoke had the Demon Prince inside your room once again. “Isn’t it a little early for--” Yeosang’s eyes narrowed down at Mingi, whose jaw was on the floor, “--oh.”

“Do you still have our contract, Lord Demon?” You could be formal with him, at least in the presence of another human. He deserved that much.

Yeosang snapped his fingers and the scroll flourished beside him. "In case you want to rip it up, you can but it'll never actually go away. Unless I burn it with demon fire."

“If you were looking to trip up someone with the contract, is there a particular word that you just have to say incorrectly and you’d end up fucked over?” You raised an eyebrow in question.

Yeosang smiled happily. “Absolutely. Are you suggesting this,” he took a moment to eye Mingi, “creature ruined your summoning?”

Mingi shook his head, “Please, please, I would never--I could never!”

Yeosang picked at his nails like he had better things to do. “He’s lying.”

You pursed your lips to the side in thought. “Something he’s incredibly good at.”

Mingi’s eyes are wide with fear now. He dropped to his knees and pulled at your nightgown. “You understand, the need to be in charge? I thought if you were otherwise engaged with the demon, that I might have a taste of your power. I never meant for the cult to fall--”

Mingi was cut off due to Yeosang’s taloned hand crushing his windpipe. The demon raised Mingi from the ground and up off his feet. Mingi’s choking sounds were quite pleasing to your ear. Mingi was the reason you weren’t currently taking over the world, after all. “Yeosang, my lord, if you please. I’d rather be the one taking his life.”

“As you wish.” Yeosang released Mingi, who collapsed onto the floor, gasping for breath.

“Mingi, you’re going to gather everyone and tell them about how you’re only now just escaping the demon who you summoned. You decided to steal all the power for yourself but it backfired when the demon collected your soul instead. In order for you to repent, you’re speaking the truth to clean my name. Only then can you not be struck from the list of the original members of the esteemed cult.”

Yeosang looked impressed. “I could always summon my brother from the ninth circle of hell. He’ll end up in Treachery for his actions sooner or later.”

You contemplated Yeosang’s words, but in the end, shook your head. “I have a better idea. Is there anything you can do about making it so the man can never feel an orgasm again?”

Mingi gasped and threw himself at your feet. “Please, Mistress, please show mercy on me.”

"Mingi, you just resigned me to become bedridden with a demon between my legs instead of all powerful with a demon by my side to rule the world. Where was your mercy?"

Yeosang tapped his talon against his lips. "Perhaps… the only way he could orgasm is through you?"

You chuckle darkly and then you begin to laugh with your whole stomach. "Oh, I think I'll like you, Demon Prince."

"So does this mean… I get to leave with my life… and there's a chance I could still orgasm?"

It's Yeosang's turn to laugh so hard, he wipes a tear from his eye. "It'll be a cold day in hell before she lets you come, Song Mingi."

"Mistress…"

"Time for you to go~" Yeosang snapped his fingers and Mingi was gone.

"Uh… Yeosang? Where did Mingi go?"

Yeosang smiled to himself. "The ninth circle of hell was calling him."

You smiled painfully. "Yeosang?"

Yeosang waved your worries away. "Don't worry, Cult Leader. I won't be banishing you to the Ninth Circle."

You took a step back. "...but?"

"But there is another realm you belong in." Yeosang took two steps forward. "You do remember that your body is mine to do with as I please, right?"

"Of course." You clear your throat. "But you said we needed to take it slow."

"I need to take it slow on your body. You're a human. Humans are pretty fragile." Yeosang tipped your head back, curling his black tipped fingers under your chin.

“Mingi was supposed to clear my name,” You whispered.

Yeosang smirked. “I don’t think you’ll have time to lead your cult anymore. In fact, I think I’ll take a few decades of sex with you.”

“Decades?”

“Let’s see how pretty your moans sound first.”

Xxx

You were transported to the second circle of hell with Yeosang. The first thing you realized is that somehow during your travels, all your clothes were gone. The only thing on your body was a dainty chain that wrapped around your neck, traveled down the center of your body, and finally looped around your waist.

“That was fast,” You muttered under your breath.

“No one needs clothes in the second circle,” Yeosang responded, arms folded over his arms.

You tip your head at the fact that Yeosang is still clothed. Yeosang laughed. “I’m not the one getting fucked.”

You frowned at him. “Does it work differently here? Do demons not need to remove their clothing to have sex?”

“Why would I ruin my fun?” Yeosang quirked an eyebrow at you. “You’ll be stripping me.”

“Didn’t you say my body was yours to do with as you pleased?” You couldn’t help but grumble under your breath.

You were kneeling on the floor, removing Yeosang from his leather pants and he placed a taloned hand on your head. “It would please me for your body to rid me of all my clothes. That’s the first step.”

“I can’t believe I’ve been reduced to this. Years of cultivating a following and master plans of changing the world and I’m at some man--some demon’s feet--about to suck his cock.” Your eyes widened significantly once Yeosang’s cock is sprung from his confines. It’s… thick and curved and mouth-wateringly delicious looking… You shook your head. What was going on with you?

“Is that what you would like to do, my pet? Would you like to suck my cock?” Yeosang’s voice felt like it was stroking you in places no voice should have the power to.

Your head was nodding before your thoughts were released from your mouth. It was almost like you had taken an aphrodisiac and your were being fucked dumb without the actually fucking part. “Well, why else am I removing your pants first?” You demanded.

“I haven’t told you to do a single thing other than remove my clothes,” Yeosang mused out loud.

You frowned even harder. Your hand had wrapped around Yeosang’s cock and the other was braced against his stomach that was akin to carved marble. “You’re right.”

Yeosang’s eyes were hooded while staring down at you. He could sense the fight in your mind, even though the natural aphrodisiac that was in the second circle’s air had taken over your body already. Your hand began to move along his length, even now, as you were contemplating what was going on. It was almost adorable the way you were used to being in charge and now you were at his mercy. “It’s alright if you want to take me in your mouth but don’t get frustrated when you struggle.”

“You are…” You honestly cannot help but keep frowning as your tongue snaked out to lick his tip. “...rather large.”

Your lips pursed around Yeosang’s cock, sucking on the tip experimentally. Even that act is a struggle. Yeosang ran his hand over your head and to the back to cup it and gently thrusted into your mouth further. When you make a noise of protest, he stuck a finger between his cock and your cheek and helped you spread over himself. “Although this is amusing, watching you struggle, I can’t wait to see you attempt to take me within yourself. Of course, you’ll be wetter than you’ve ever been in your entire life.”

All you could do was swirl your tongue around Yeosang. You weren’t entirely sure if you began to bob your head around him, that it would undo the work Yeosang had helped you in taking his cock in your mouth. Yeosang was right about one thing. You were wetter than you had ever been in your entire life. You could feel your wetness dripping down the inside of your thighs and you hadn't even been touched yet.

You whine when you can't do much more than be a receptacle for Yeosang to thrust into it. "What's wrong, my little cult leader, you need to be stuffed elsewhere?" He pulled out of your mouth and you feel like a mess. Drool dribbling down your chin, mixed with his precum, that honestly tasted somewhere between brimstone and cinnamon candies.

The idea of that dick between your legs made your lower half throb even harder than it already was. So instead of responding, you crawled to the silk sheet bed that was in the stark black room. You situated yourself so that your upper body was held up by your elbows and your legs were spread invitingly. The last of your braincells made an attempt to keep your head above the lust-filled water. “Is it different now that we’re in hell? Should I call you… Master?”

Yeosang contemplated it. He removed his shirt with one harsh pull over his head. Not a hair was out of place. “I think Yeosang will do.” He crawled onto the bed himself, eyes on you. “I will have to thank Mingi later. He is the reason I get such a delectable treat all to myself, after all.”

You feel yourself becoming more sensitive, more vulnerable, as his aura consumes you. Yeosang’s form is directly over yours now, hands pressed into the sheets above your shoulders and knees on either side of your hips. You’re breathing hard in anticipation for what’s to come. “I don’t want to think about Mingi anymore.”

“Then let me give you a reason not to think.” Yeosang chuckles deeply and then dips his head down for a kiss.

His body lightly collapsed upon yours, cock against your stomach, his arms still caging you in. His kiss is hungry, canines scraping against your lips, but it’s still sensual, like he’s drinking from your mouth. Your hands began to roam over his broad shoulders, appreciating the fine lines of his muscles. His mouth abandoned your mouth and made a long, wet trail down your body. He avoided your tits entirely, which made you whine, but he simply smirked into your stomach and continued to kiss until he was face to face with your dripping cunt.

Yeosang obscenely spread your pussy lips and tilted his head. “You know, for a cult leader, you’re as wet and eager as a virgin being teased. I’m not sure you were the right person for the job.”

You gritted your teeth. “I assure you, I have an intense desire to burn the world down.”

Yeosang took a moment to absorb your words. Your eyes travel over his face, paying attention to his Romanesque nose and lips. He is as beautiful as one of the Roman statues as well. “Maybe we’ll have time for that later, when I’m done with you.”

Yeosang’s tongue dipped into your folds and you groan loudly as the wet appendage played with you. His tongue scooped your wetness and Yeosang eagerly swallowed it down. Then he poked at your hole, making you whine. “Don’t tease!”

“Oh my darling, naïve human, I am here to tease you in any way, shape and form I wish. It’s cute of you to think otherwise.” Yeosang flattened his tongue and worried at your clit, shaking his head back and forth.

“Yeo-Yeosang!” You choked out, hand diving into his hair.

Yeosang growled into your pussy, not used to anyone being handsy with him. Typically his prisoners were in chains. But he found that he was enjoying the slight tug on his locks. It had been a while since someone had been handsy with him.

He made quick work of your clit, bringing you to orgasm so quickly that it had you whining. You didn’t want to come so fast! Yeosang kissed the pout off your face, your wetness mingling on your tongue. “Be quiet, you’re going to get my cock soon.”

“I’m already so wet!” You insisted, “Why?”

“I want to make you addicted to everything I can give,” Yeosang responded.

The demon prince switched positions quickly. He was on his back and you were straddling his abs. “I’m gonna watch as you sink down on my cock,” Yeosang proclaimed.

“I--” You swallowed loudly at the prospect.

“Come, come, darling,” Yeosang cajoled you, His talons whispered along your hips, gently tugging the chain there. “You can take me. I promise. But I want to watch the struggle and your impatience and the whole show.”

The struggle was real. Yeosang aided you in rubbing his cockhead against your swollen pussy lips and then nudged your entrance.. Sinking down on him was a stretch, the same kind as when you attempted to fit him in your mouth. But this stretch was much more pleasurable. The curve of his dick passed by your g-spot and you knew it was curved for your pleasure. The part that you were not used to was that you could see Yeosang’s cock bulging through your stomach. It was perverse and hot and you wanted to watch it in action.

You whined and panted the entire time as you took him inch by careful inch. And when he was full hilt inside of you, or as far as he could go which was barely three-quarters, Yeosang was beaming up at you like he was proud. “See, I knew you would be a good little sex slave for me. We’re going to have fun. Now let’s hear your moans as you bounce on me.”

You shook your head. “I can’t.”

Yeosang simply shrugged. “Do you need help? Is my big dick making you dumb and it’s only now inside of you?”

“Yeosang, please!” You begged, “I can’t do it myself. You have to help me.”

Yeosang wrapped his taloned-hands around your waist, please at how they encompassed you. Then he proceeded to lift you up and down on his cock. Your head was cast backwards as you moaned at the sensation. His cock hit the end of you and you groaned at that sensation too. The drag of that huge cock inside of you, rubbing your g-spot, hitting your cervix, it was a lot of sensations that was driving you wild. You wanted more. You wanted it all.

As if Yeosang could read your mind, he carefully placed two fingers inside of your mouth. He watched you as your tongue carefully swirled around them. And when he was satisfied, he pressed them to your clit, rubbing encouraging circles there.

“Don’t come,” Yeosang cooed at you, all the while, giving you the most pleasure that you had ever felt in your entire life.

“I--” You clenched your walls around him, almost in the same attempt you would do when trying to stop from peeing, “Please, how--?”

Yeosang switched positions and you were the one on your hands and knees now. Yeosang slowly fucked you from behind, your moans like sweet music to his ears. "Nice and slow, we have to go nice and slow for your fragile human body," Yeosang coaxed you.

The feeling of his talons scraping the small of your back and your stomach as he held you in place always reminded you that you were in the hands of a demon. The slight fear made your throat tight but also made your pussy even tighter in anticipation for your climax. Your cries became more and more desperate as you sought out your climax for the second time. But it was not to come.

You were facedown into the silk sheets, the beginning of tears starting to roll down your cheeks. "Yeosang!"

Yeosang admired the curve of your back. "Does it feel good, Darling? You wanna come?"

"Please. It’s all I want,” You mumbled into the bed.

“All you want?” Yeosang grunted and removed himself from your cunt.

He lied beside you, raising your leg so that he could enter you from behind you. The simple flexing of his stomach had him moving in and out of you. You had an obsession with watching his cock make your stomach bulge now. You held your hand over it and shivered as you felt him lazily fuck you. It was as if this wasn’t hard for Yeosang at all, holding off everything, simply to make you beg. Because as fogged up as your mind was, as much as you were being pleased beyond reason, you knew this was what he was looking for.

“Wha-what? Can I--hnnnnn--do? To--fuuuuuccck, YEOSANG! Let me come already, damnit!”

“Tell me that you want my cum inside of you more than you want world domination. Tell me that you would spend eternity as my slave, if only so you could come with me inside of you. Tell me that I’m the only thing that matters now. No more cult, no more evil plans, nothing. You just want to spend the rest of your life being my plaything.”

There’s something heavy in the air. With all of Yeosang’s teasing air about him, and even with all the sexual implications, there was something between to read between the lines here. You wanted to pick up on it, you truly did, but you felt like you were going to go mad if you didn’t come soon.

You wetted your lips and cleared your throat, attempting to push aside the whine that threatened to escape you once again. “Please Yeosang, please, I beg you. I need you. I need you and only you. Let me come. Come inside of me. I want it all. Fuck me until I can’t walk, and even after, fuck me again. Fuck my mouth, fuck my cunt, fuck my ass, I don’t care. I just want to come. I just want you.”

Yeosang stopped moving inside of you and you thought you had said the wrong thing. You sighed heavily. Yeosang was going to make you work even harder for your climax. Maybe he really did want you to go insane from all the denied sex; this was hell, after all.

Yeosang gently moved you to your back and he took position again between your legs. “I want to see your face when you finally come,” he murmured and you nodded gratefully.

“I’ll come for you, Yeosang, I’ll come for you really good,” You promised. You were so hungry for his cock, you wondered if that wasn’t a part of whatever the hell was in the air that made you so wet.

Yeosang’s hand curled around your face and you felt yourself nuzzling into the gentle gesture. You closed your eyes and hummed in contentment. “If I come inside of you, fragile human, you will become addicted to me. No one will be able to satisfy you once I’ve filled you with my cum. You will be mine from here on out, and I could tire of you, silly human. But I don’t want to. You have made me feel something, and I haven’t felt this in a few millennia. So we will come together, you and I. And I will promise you this: I will give you untold pleasures for as long as I have your body as my plaything.”

Tears prick your eyes, and this time it’s not because of the orgasm denial. This time you feel your black little heart beat a little at Yeosang’s words. Now was not the time to question if you had simply needed a demon like Yeosang in your life before life turned cruel and made you want to burn it down. But your chest felt heavy and also light at the same time.

You nodded, your throat too tight to properly speak. “Please… Master.”

Yeosang groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head. “I take it back. Call me master again.”

“Master,” You moaned as he entered you again.

“You’ve taken me several times, but still your cunt is so tight,” Yeosang bit down on his lower lip.

“Master, fuck me,” You groaned. Your legs wrapped around his thick waist, locking behind his back. “Fuck me harder; stop being so gentle with me.”

Yeosang snapped his hips and you moaned so loud, you shocked even yourself. “That’s it, Master, just like that.”

Yeosang continued to fuck you, not so much roughly as accurately. He had to hold you in place so that your tiny body didn’t slip along the silk sheets. “Is Master fucking you good, my little slave? Is your pussy able to take me like this? You sure I won’t break you?”

“I can take it, I can take it!” You chanted. Your orgasm was building again and you had hoped this time you would come, finally.

“Fuck, this little human cunt is so good. You take me so well.” You watched in fascination as Yeosang’s gorgeous body rolled between your legs and you found that you didn’t want to look at anyone else between your legs ever again.

“Watch me, Master, watch me come for you,” You moaned.

Yeosang wrapped his hand around the dainty chain that was wrapped around your body and it glowed blue and felt cold against your skin. “Come for me and be mine forevermore.”

Your climax bursts through you, wet and epic and it made your nerves sing with pleasure that was unlike anything you had ever felt. It was as if you were coming from being stimulated from everything: your cunt, your ass, your breasts, your clit. It was almost a supernatural experience and you were soon understanding other humans made deals with demons from the second circle. It wracked through you like waves, the pleasure never ending and all encompassing.

Yeosang still moved inside of you, his climax not yet achieved. He was drinking in the glory that was your climax first. If he thought your moans were pretty and your cunt was glorious, than your bashful expression as you came down from your high, cheeks rosy and a pleased look, was what heaven was for him now. He swallowed roughly and found that he would promise anything to see that look on you again.

“Prepare, my sweet,” Yeosang said, if you weren’t mistaken, lovingly so. There were hearts in his eyes and you were sure he had fallen in love with you, at this moment.

You shook your head and attempted to clear your thoughts. “I’m ready, Master. I am ready to become addicted to you and only you. Come inside of me.”

With a few more waves of his scrumptious body, the Demon Prince remained deep inside of you and came. You could feel him pulsing, shallow thrusts taking him through his own orgasm. His deep voice echoed throughout the room and it made you feel aroused and comfortable at the same time. “Never in all of my years enjoyed a cunt as much as I have yours,” Yeosang groaned, also laughing at himself. “How is that?”

It was your turn to cup his face, so small and unthreatening compared to his. “Perhaps it was fate that drew our two black hearts together. Or perhaps Mingi is simply a power-hungry idiot and it was mere coincidence that brought us together. Either way, I think we fit together quite nicely.”

“Not bad for a blood contract gone wrong, huh?” Yeosang scrunched his nose up in laughter and your chest tightened again. You think your heart is becoming less black. But you were pretty sure you weren’t mad about it.

#kvanity #kwritersworldnet #pirateeznet #ateez smut #kang yeosang smut #atz smut #yeosang smut #supernatural aus a la topaz #topaz's work

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bambisgarden · 2 years

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pirate king (ateez fic rec)

I just spent the last three days JUST reading this fic. It was the reason I woke up and the reason I stayed up until 2-3 AM the past few days.

The fic's name is pirate king on AO3 by chasingatinydream.

The world-building in this fic is immaculate as well as the character development. It's everything I could ask for. It could really be published if the author ever decides to do that. The story pulls you in and there are so many twists and turns that you can't stop yourself from continuing to read it. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this and it's in my top three favorite fanfics hands down. There's a lot more I could say, but I'll leave it here. Even if you don't stan Ateez or don't care for pirate au's, I still recommend checking it out. It's extremely spectacular. I can't stop thinking about it. 🥰

Warning: The tags do not state the tws within the text, so I'll list the ones I remember: Physical fighting, physical abuse (beating, whipping), minor character deaths, use of weapons, blood, injuries

Please note that this is not the full list of tws, so please read at your own risk.

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diamondjen03 · 1 year

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Random Kpop Imagine #1)

Halloween is the time of the year when anyone can be anyone or anything they choose. Whether it’s cute, funny, sexy, or scary, Gabby, who is known as an outsider to most of the students in her school, was in love with the holiday because of all the costumes she wanted to make, the ideas she could create, and the Halloween Parties she could go to on the Hallow’s Eve date. She would always play pranks on her friends, dress up with them for Halloween, and then go to a Halloween Party to have the time of her life.

Until one fateful day…….

Halloween was right around the corner, and Gabby was ecstatic about the holiday and spending the night with her friends, not knowing what dark forces were waiting for her and watching her from afar. After seeing her walk towards her locker in school, the most popular guy in school, Kim Seok Jin, invited her to his Halloween Party since his parents won’t be home until November. Having her attention on the words “Halloween Party,” Jin was thrilled with Gabby’s excited answer being, “Yes!”

After saying yes, and finding out that it was an Evil Spirit’s Ball, Gabby knew that she needed to be escorted by someone she knew close to her, so she asked some of her close friends to go with her and asked her best friend, Bang Chan, to escort her to the ball. Since this was Gabby’s first time being at a ball, she didn’t know who everyone else was at the time. Noticing that Gabby is struggling with talking to others, Lisa started introducing her to some of the guests that she knew personally. Intrigued from the moment, Gabby walked into the room, and after he introduced adequately to her, San politely and graciously asked Gabby if she would like to join him on the dance floor. Gabby said yes and waltzed with San while everyone looked at them with wide eyes.

Hooked from the moment Gabby came to the ball and just as interested as San was with her, Jacob decided to bring her a drink to get to know her a bit better after she was done dancing with San. Gabby cautiously accepted his offer and talked with him all night while holding onto her purse that had her taser in there. Why? Because Gabby thinks that Jacob could have put something in her drink, he didn’t. Feeling bored at the ball and feeling a little bit playful with the rest of Gabby’s friends, Jae had decided to suddenly scare Gabby as a Mini Halloween Prank, causing Gabby to whack him upside his head and making all of their friends laugh at their love-hate friendship. However, the prank soon turned real for Gabby by the night's end.

It was getting late, and seeing as everyone else was already leaving, Gabby was left alone and ready to go home. Seeing his unexpected pray all alone, Wooyoung had offered to take her home. Her new vampire home. While walking away from the ball and ensuring they were all alone, Wooyoung lost control because of the strong smell of her blood and bit Gabby’s neck, causing her to pass out. Nearly going into a panic at Gabby’s unconscious body, Wooyoung carried her to the vampire house, texted everyone back to the house, and they all decided that Wooyoung had to turn her into a vampire to save her. So that’s what Wooyoung did and stayed by her side, waiting for her to wake up in her vampire state.

The next day Gabby woke up confused about where she was until she saw Wooyoung sitting by the window. She asked him what happened, and while grabbing some clothes for her, Wooyoung said that once she finished getting ready, he would explain everything to her, then left the room without another word. After getting ready and leaving the room downstairs, she sees her friends and the same people from last night’s ball. Having to do the right thing for Gabby, Wooyoung told her what all had happened last night when he was walking her to the house they all were in right now. However, expecting Gabby to either freak out and scream her head off or be utterly furious at all of them, surprisingly, she was happy with being a vampire.

She went to her friends with open arms, excited to be spending all of eternity with them. Shocked and comfortable with her response, Kang Daniel decided to take her on her first hunt because it was evident in her red eyes that she was starting to get hungry. When they went out and taught her how to be stealthy enough to get her first victim, they all went to the city where no mortal dared go unless they had a death wish. Thinking that she was in control of her thirst for blood, Gabby’s bloodlust was too strong for her to control, and her first victim turned out to be her enemy’s boyfriend, Kevin.

After Gabby’s bloodlust wore off, she and her new vampire family decided to return home. Seeing as he is one of the eldest vampires in the house and Gabby still needs a little bit of guidance with her vampire powers, Taemin had decided to help her by becoming her master and helping her with her self-control over her bloodlust. After a couple of years of learning self-control, how to hunt, and spending time on her patience, Gabby was overly happy with knowing that she would be spending eternity with not only her friends but with her newfound vampire love, Jimin.

#random imagine #kpop imagines #ateez imagines #bts imagines #skz scenarios #random kpop imagines #kpop imagine wall #vampire au #supernatural #halloween

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echowritesshit · 1 year

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Whatever it is, I'll do it my way.

— Fandom: ATEEZ.

— Ships: Woosan.

— Oneshot.

— Werewolf San x Supernatural hunter Wooyoung.

#ateez fanfic #kpop fanfic #woosan #fantasy au #werewolf san #supernatural hunter wooyoung #whatever it is i'll do it my way

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thetypingpup · 1 year

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You'd never guess that your sweet, caring boyfriend, would be in your room sniffing your panties.

San went for the hamper as soon as he heard the water running in the next room, immediately clutching the delicate garment in his hand. He puts it up to his nose, moaning as he feels the wetness of the fabric against his skin. Fuck you soaked right through them. Leaning back against the bed, he presses his face against your panties, nuzzling the fabric and inhaling deeply to take in every last hint of your scent.

It's a guilty pleasure of his, to sniff your panties and get himself off when you're in the shower. It's his dirty little secret, one among many that he's kept cleverly concealed all this time. As it turns out, completely unbeknownst to you, your sweet loving boyfriend has been concealing a darker side, and his passion for you takes on a more...primal form.

His cock throbs just from sniffing your panties, and he's quick to reach down and cup himself through his pants. He doesn't even need to stroke himself, not yet, already insanely aroused just thinking about your scent. What must you have been thinking about, to make you completely ruin your panties like this? Were you thinking about him? Thinking about kissing him? Touching him? Fucking him? And it's the idea that you got this wet from the thought of fucking him that has him reaching down to stroke himself.

He wants you so bad it aches profusely. You turn him on so much it drives him insane. He can easily get intoxicated on your scent, and just sniffing your panties like this has his mind hazing over with a high of lust. Muffling his moans in the fabric, he bucks into his hand, just lying back getting high on your scent while his mind reels.

He thinks about how you looked today, the way your lowcut shirt let him see the swell of your breasts, how your jeans fit to the shape of your ass oh so enticingly. He strokes his cock faster at that, just thinking about reaching out and playing with your ass while you soak the very panties he has in his hands. The sheets rustle as his hips arch and buck off the bed. He's shamelessly fucking his hand now, throwing caution to the wind as he just thinks about you. God he wants you so bad.

Of course you've had sex tons of times. He's made love to you more times than he can count, satisfying you and letting you know how loves you are. And as much as he adores being gentle and intimate with you, he wants more. He doesn't just want to kiss you. He wants to lick into your mouth and taste your sweet moans. He doesn't just want to make you moan. He wants to have you whimpering, trembling, sobbing in pleasure beneath him. He doesn't just want to make love to you, he wants to fuck you, ravage you, ruin you.

A growl rises in his throat, jaw aching as sharp fangs begin to emerge. He strokes his cock faster, squeezing around his length harder, trying to mimic the feeling of your pussy or your throat wrapped around him. The copious amounts of precum just flowing from the tip slicken the slide, prompting him to move faster and faster. He imagines he's fucking you senseless, bucking his hips while you bounce on his cock and whine his name. Fuck he wants to hear you whine his name so fucking bad. He wants to hear you whimper and scream for him, howling his name to the heavens while he completely ravages you.

Bestial bellows of depravity that he's never let you hear before flow freely, emitting even through his clenched teeth. He bites at your panties, licking frantically right along the wet patch to lap up the taste of your slick arousal. Panting raggedly, he fucks his hand faster, briefly contemplating flipping over and just rutting into the bed...before he decides to do just that. Pinning your panties to the pillow, he presses his face in and breathes you in, smothering himself in you. The fact that your scent clings to the pillows only riles him up more, his cock messily rutting against the bed. It's not much longer before he stills, body shuddering as he cums hard onto the sheets. He claws at the pillow as he works himself through it, teeth clamping down on your panties as he sucks the juices from the fabric.

His fangs have no doubt left tears in the fabric, tears that he knows you'll notice, tears that in his post nut haze he hopes you'll notice. You know how much he loves you. Now, he wants you to know the full depths of his desire for you.

#ateez smut #ateez san smut #still undecided on what type of monster he'll be lmao #the pup actually types #demon!san #monsterfucking #supernatural!au

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insidious-rp · 2 years

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⊱ 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑺 ⊰

「 ͏ Inspired by The Vampire Diaries, The Originals, The Legacies, American Horror Story ͏ 」

OC roleplay // Literate // 19+ mun & muse // Supernatural City AU // All Orientations // Based on Mewe // Modern Setting in New Orleans // Welcomes Asian descents & Internationals // Black Market System

❛ welcome to new orleans! ❜ ─ We’ve been awaiting your presence. Glad you found your way home, Han Noeul.

#krp #krp ads #mewe rp #oc rp #literate roleplay #oc roleplay #city au #supernatural roleplay #oc krp #mewe krp #rpg #lit rp #accepted #ateez #kim hongjoong

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dees-writing-corner · 1 year

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forever and more - chapter 1

word count: 2344

pairing: ateez x fem!reader

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"Are you sure we've got the right place?"

San leaned forward a bit from where he sat in the driver's seat.

Poking my head between the front seats, I held out the address in my right hand.

"For the umpteenth time, San, yes, I'm sure this is the right place."

Mingi plucked the piece of paper from my hand.

"I mean, maybe we've got the wrong place, there could be another 13th Header Lane somewhere else? To be honest, this place looks kinda abandoned."

San nodded along, "Yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Mingi on that one. For someone who only just passed away less than a month ago, this place doesn't look very well kept."

We'd been sitting in front of the gates for the past 15 minutes debating whether or not we were at the right place. And I say debate, but it was more of San and Mingi not believing that it was the right place.

The iron gate that encased the manor and grounds was slightly rusty looking. The ground surrounding the manor was overgrown with weeds and an odd fallen branch here and there. The manor itself had definitely seen better days. The old stone building was covered by ivy vines, the original black roof was now a faded dark grey, the stairs leading up to the door were covered in leaves, and the wooden door itself looked like it might collapse with just a knock.

Rolling my eyes at their antics, I pointed to something above the gate, "Yes, and if you two looked a bit higher, then you would notice the words 'Rora Manor'."

Ducking my head down so I could have a better look at the gate, "Now, do I have to get out of the car to open the gates or something, because I don't think they're auto-"

Before I could finish my sentence, the gates started to slowly swing open, an awful squeak emitting from the hinges as it did so.

Mingi swallowed nervously before glancing back at me, "Why don't we just turn back. I mean, £500,000 is nothing to you."

Shaking my head, I urged San, "It was probably just the breeze that blew it open, nothing to be scared about. Come on, San, let's drive in."

Slowly coming up to the main house, I let out a small breath, "This place is bigger than I thought."

Stepping out of the car, I stood between San and Mingi, "Let's check the place out before we bring the things in."

Carefully making our way up the stairs, we made it to the front door.

"Should we knock?"

I looked at the two men beside me, only to be met with a questioning gaze from San.

"Knock? You own the place now, and you want to knock? What do you expect to be in there? Ghosts?"

"Oh, shut up. Okay, fine, let's just open it then."

Turning the handle, I slowly pushed the door open. The inside of the house wasn't as bad as I thought it was. There was no dust or anything, and everything seemed to be in order.

Closing the door behind us, we stood in the middle of the entry taking everything in. Most of the furniture seemed to be made of mahogany.

As my eyes travelled over the portraits lining the wall up the stairs, I felt a cold draft when my eyes landed on the portrait in the middle. It was of a handsome young man, probably in his early twenties. He had blond hair that was slicked back, his eyes hard as he stared ahead. And for some reason, I felt as if he was actually staring at me like he was there. Like he was aware that someone was staring at him.

"Can I help you?"

Startled by the voice and the screams from San and Mingi, I jumped slightly before placing a hand over my heart as if that would stop it from trying to burst out of my chest.

Eyes wide, I quickly turned around to see who the stranger was. Though not before hitting San and Mingi on the arm.

"What is wrong with you two?"

San sheepishly scratched the back of his neck, "Sorry, he startled us."

Turning back to the man, I took him in. He was probably in his early twenties with his dark hair slicked back, a sharp gaze and a black suit that, if I had to guess, was mandatory to anyone who worked for my Aunt Jenna because it was very similar to the one her solicitor wore the day that I met him. There was something about him that seemed familiar, though I can't quite point out what.

"Hi, sorry, I'm Y/N. I inherited this property from my Aunt Jenna. I didn't really expect anyone to still be here."

The man slowly nodded, "Yes, we have been expecting you, Ms L/N. I am Seonghwa. I usually tend to the grounds; however, I have not been able to do so since your aunt's passing as I had matters to handle. That is why it is in its current state. Though I can guarantee that I will have it back to its former glory very soon."

Nodding, "Okay, umm, you can just call me Y/N, and these are San and Mingi, they'll be staying with me." Said boys gave him a small nod. "And you said 'we'? Are there still more people on the grounds?"

"There are technically 5 more members of staff here. Yeosang, who is the butler of the house, is currently in town getting some necessities for you. We weren't quite expecting you to arrive this soon. Jongho, who guards the grounds, is also in town with Yeosang. Then we have Wooyoung. He is the chef of the house, though don't be surprised if he pops up somewhere suddenly because he is also quite mischievous. Wooyoung is," Seonghwa frowned slightly, "I actually don't know where he is right now. The last two are Yunho and Hongjoong. They help out around the house, though you probably won't see them that often, especially Hongjoong. He tends to a lot of the things outside the manor."

Just as I was about to say something, I was cut off by a disembodied voice.

"I'm home~"

Although Seonghwa's face remained neutral, I could see the exasperation behind his eyes, "That would be Wooyoung."

Footsteps could be heard behind us, though before I could turn to see who it was, an arm was slung across my shoulder.

Blinking, I slowly turned my head to the side.

"Hi?"

He brushed some of his hair back and grinned at me.

"Hi boss, I'm Wooyoung, I'll be in charge of your meals and be your daily dose of serotonin. And if you want to have some fun, you can find me in the kitchen."

Wooyoung sent a wink my way before going over to Seonghwa.

"Have you got those herbs from the garden I asked for? I kinda need them."

Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose, "They are on the kitchen table."

And with a nod, Wooyoung made his way back into the kitchen.

"I'll show you three to your rooms. Follow me."

Following him up the stairs, my gaze landed on the portrait of the young man. As we went past it, my eyes stopped on the copper plate underneath it. Kim Hongjoong.

Before I could think deeper about the name, Mingi put a hand on the small of my back, urging me to move forward.

"Keep going. If you stop for too long, we're gonna get lost here."

Walking down a corridor, Seonghwa halted to a stop and turned to face us.

"I assume you'd like to stay on the same floor, yes?"

Seeing us nod, Seonghwa then turned back around and pointed to the end of the corridor.

"Y/N, your room will be the one furthest down the corridor. That's the master bedroom. Your friends can stay in the rooms next to it. I'll leave you three to yourselves to settle in. If you need help with your luggage, just call for me. Or, if you are willing to take a risk, Wooyoung."

By the time we brought everything in and tidied everything up a bit, it was already 5 in the afternoon.

The three of us were currently sitting in my bedroom, talking.

"So, Y/N," San turned from where he sat at the foot of the bed, "What do you think?"

"Of what?"

"The people working here, what do you think?"

Chuckling, I rolled over so that I was facing him, "I think they are very good-looking."

"Very good -" Mingi smacked my calf, "That's not what he meant. What vibes are you getting from them?"

"Vibes? Guys, I just have 'inklings', it's not like they're reliable."

"Well, I can tell you what San and I think. There's something off with them."

Shrugging, I crossed my fingers over my stomach as I turned onto my back.

"I mean, sure, they're a bit weird, but I'm not getting any bad vibes from them. Dark, maybe. But not bad. Also, when have you two been so superstitious?"

San sat up from his position, "We're not, but your 'inklings' are more reliable than you think. Now come on, I smell food."

Laughing, Mingi and I got up and made our way down to the kitchen with San.

The moment I stepped into the kitchen, I stopped in my tracks.

Oh, that is a lot of food.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I made my way to the kitchen island.

"You need help with anything, Wooyoung?"

Wooyoung shook the spatula in his hand, "Oh, no, you, Mademoiselle, are going to sit down and relax. I have everything handled. Dinner will be served in 5 minutes."

Nodding, I was just about to leave when Wooyoung stopped me.

"Y/N? Are you alright eating with just your friends or would you like us to join you?"

"You guys can come join us! The dining room is far too big for just three people."

Smiling, I made my way into the dining room where I noticed Seonghwa and a couple of unfamiliar faces.

"Good evening!"

"Ah, Ms L/N."

Grimacing slightly at the name, I nodded slightly as I made my way to them.

"Sorry, I mean Y/N."

"That's better."

"It's a pleasure to finally meet you Ms L/N."

A pale hand came into view, and as my eyes trailed up the arm and to the face, I was met with a remarkably handsome man. His blond hair was pushed back with a couple of strands falling onto his forehead, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, and the birthmark at the corner of his eye only seemed to add to his charm.

"My name is Yeosang and I am your butler."

Placing my hand in his, I smiled, "Pleasure's all mine, and please, call me Y/N."

Letting go, I turned my attention to the muscular, dark-haired man beside Seonghwa, "I’m going to assume that you are Jongho?"

Earning a small nod from him, I smiled because of course the guy that guards the place is the cold and gruff one.

-later that night-

Curling into the corner of the sofa, I looked at the open book in my hands. It's about 11.30 right now and everyone was in bed while I decided to sit in the living room for a bit longer.

Now that I could finally have some peace and quiet, I couldn't help but think over some of the weird things that happened.

One that interests me the most is Kim Hongjoong. I remember Seonghwa mentioning something about Hongjoong helping out in the house, but the plate underneath the picture had two dates on it. If this Hongjoong guy -

Startled, I turned my head to the left, towards the corridor where I heard the footsteps.

Pausing for a moment, I shook my head before looking back down at the book. It was probably just some floorboards or something. Though before I could carry on with my thoughts, I heard the footsteps again, only this time, they were closer.

Closing the book, I slowly got up from the sofa and walked towards the corridor. As I was about to look into it, a tall figure came out of the dark, causing me to stumble over the carpet and crash to the floor.

Placing a hand on my chest, I tried to calm my racing heart as I eyed the man in front of me.

"You must be Y/N!"

Nodding slowly, "Yes, and may I know the name of the guy who almost gave me a heart attack."

"Oh, right! Sorry about that, I thought everyone was in bed. I'm Yunho, I, well, I help out with bits of everything here."

Yunho smiled brightly as he helped me up from the floor.

"Nice to meet you. Hopefully the next time I see you, I won't be sent tumbling to the floor."

Yawning slightly, I reached a hand up to massage my neck.

"Come on, I'll walk you up to your room."

As we walked up the stairs, my eyes, once again, landed on Kim Hongjoong. I don't know what it was about that portrait, but it was just weird.

"We're here, I'll see you in the morning."

As I watched Yunho's figure leave, the light from the moon caught his sleeve, making me notice something.

"Hey, Yunho?"

He turned around, slightly confused.

"You've got a brown stain on your sleeve."

Yunho held his arm up, "Oh, must've spilt my coffee this morning. I'll wash it out later. Goodnight, Y/N."

"Goodnight."

Lying in bed that night, I could feel my eyes starting to shut, and as I drifted off, I had one last thought.

I could've sworn that stain was more maroon than brown.

That night, a figure appeared at the side of the bed, watching.

Placing one of its hands on my head, it whispered, "Soon, we shall all be reunited."

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