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yoosmekihyun · 6 years

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The Wood of the Apple Tree

Summary: In the autumn of 1963, you and your fiance, Junmyeon, take a nice drive to a secluded orchard. Things progress as anticipated until the unthinkable happens.

Pairing: Junmyeon x reader, mentions of Sehun

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Horror

Warning: Oral sex, heavy petting, mild dirty talk, reference to murder, American urban legend

A/N: I had part of this already planned but wasn’t fully inspired for it. Then I talked to @hobigolightly about her Halloween/spooky writing contest and this particular scenario came to me almost immediately. Thanks for the extra inspiration Kay! I will be posting some links later to show what visuals I kept in mind while writing.

Whenever I’m with him Something inside starts to burning And I’m filled with desire

Could it be the devil in me Or is this the way love’s supposed to be?

It’s like a heat wave Burning in my heart Can’t keep from crying It’s tearing me apart

You smiled at the song playing on the radio and turned to look at your fiance, Junmyeon, as he drove down an unlit gravel road. His dark hair was parted on the side and combed over, showing off his gorgeous face. You noticed a small smile on his lips as he hummed along to the song playing. Feeling a surge of fondness, your smile grew while you watched him. He had a secret love for girl groups.

You continued to admire his profile as he drove the two of you in his dark red 1951 Chevy Bel-Air to your secret spot near the local orchard. His skin was glowing, even from the lights emanating from the dash. He always looked amazing in your eyes but you could tell he had clearly made extra effort for your date. Junmyeon chose your favorite dark gray slacks and paired it with a crisp white button down shirt with the top button open. You shifted slightly in your seat as you began to feel arousal at the sight of his Adam’s apple just above the collar of his dress shirt. You bit your lip as you noticed it bob when he swallowed.

Over his dress shirt he wore a cerulean v-neck pullover sweater. The shade of blue along with his dark hair and skin tone made him look almost ethereal. You asked yourself for the umpteenth time how you managed to catch the attention of someone who was clearly so gorgeous he could be with almost any girl he wanted.

Junmyeon was always clear, from the moment you met, he only had eyes for you. You had never seen him looking at another woman in any way other than in a polite or platonically friendly manner. You had seen him approached by the occasional brazen fellow co-ed but he always smiled and politely turned them down. If they made physical contact with him, he always moved away and expressed his love for you as to why he wasn’t interested. When he proposed to you at your spot two months ago, you had no hesitation in saying yes. You loved him completely and he had only ever expressed the same. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt such contentment and bliss.

When Junmyeon picked you up in front of your dorm, you noticed the time he took to let his gaze wander over your form. You had bought a new yellow knit dress that reached just above mid-thigh with a zig-zag hem. It was too chilly mid-October to leave your legs bare so you had paired it with black tights and your Mary Jane inspired ballet flats. You completed your outfit with dangly black feather earrings and your favorite dark gray peacoat. Your makeup was simple--a winged black eyeliner with mascara and a pretty pink lipstick you found recently.

With the hungry way Junmyeon looked at you when he picked you up, you knew he liked the outfit and how you pulled it together.

“We’re nearly there, baby,” he said as you slid towards him slightly and slipped your hand into his free one.

“I know. I just want to touch you,” you replied smiling at him.

He glanced over and gave you a big grin. You felt your heart rate increase at how beautiful he looked in that moment, giving you a smile you knew he reserved only for you. Every moment the two of you shared like this reinforced your decision to spend the rest of your life with him.

Junmyeon slipped his hand from yours to down shift as he began to turn into your special spot. You whined a little at the loss of contact and he chuckled at your cuteness. He parked quickly and slid closer to you. Before you could react, he had one hand along the small of your back and the other cupping your face as he pulled you in for a kiss. You sighed and immediately responded to his touch. You could feel him smile as he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along your bottom lip before nibbling on it gently. You parted your lips, granting his tongue access. He took his time as he kissed you, making you feel like the only two people on the planet.

The song on the radio switched to another of Junmyeon’s favorites and you pulled back to sing at him.

My boyfriend’s back and you’re gonna be in trouble. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) When you see him comin’, better cut on the double. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) You’ve been spreading lies that I was untrue. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) So look out now ‘cause he’s comin’ after you. (Hey, la-di-la, my boyfriend’s back.) And he knows that you’ve been tryin’, And he knows that you’ve been lyin’.

“Your boyfriend’s back?” you fiance asked playing along with the song. “Doesn’t he know you’re mine?”

“Oh but honey, Sehun’s going to come after you once he finds out that you’ve stolen me away!”

“I think I’ll be able to take him,” he said with fake seriousness. It became a running joke after you met Junmyeon’s family and was apparent that his eight year old brother, Sehun, had developed a crush on you. When he returned to his parent’s house after taking you home that night, Sehun had matter-of-factly told Junmyeon that you were his girlfriend now. You found it sweet how quickly he expressed his crush to his big brother. Every time you visited his family since the “announcement” Sehun blushed deeply and brought you a flower from the neighbor’s garden in spite of his mother’s half-hearted scolding.

You laughed loudly at Junmyeon’s fake seriousness and his face broke into a grin at the sound. Brushing his hand down your arm and reaching for you hand, he played with your fingers as he asked, “Do you want to walk along in the orchard tonight?”

You pondered for a moment--you loved the smell of fall and your walks with Junmyeon under the moonlight--but decided against it.

“It’s a little too cold for a walk tonight, I think. Besides, you didn’t even bring a coat! You’re not getting sick on my watch.”

“I don’t need a coat when you’re around, sweetheart.”

“It’s because you’re always trying snuggle under my coat with me to steal my warmth!”

“No, it’s because I’m hot for you,” he responded with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“Oh my God! That’s a horrible line!”

“You love me anyways though,” he said with a soft look on his face as he gazed at you.

“For some reason, in spite of the dad jokes and bad puns, I do love you. So much.”

Without another word Junmyeon leaned in to kiss you again. Deepening it immediately, you responded with the same intensity and enthusiasm.

It was quickly becoming too warm in the car and you struggled in your attempt to remove your coat. Smiling against your mouth, you felt Junmyeon’s hands slip under your coat along your shoulders to help you. As soon as your were free, you slipped one of your hands into his hair to pull him closer and moved your other along his jaw. You began stroking his face and down his throat as his hand resting just above your knee slid up your thigh and under your dress.

“Why did you have to wear tights?” he groaned as he pulled away from your lips to skim your throat with his mouth.

“Because it’s cold,” you said breathlessly. “Besides, it’s your turn.”

“But I want to touch you,” he whined.

“You are touching me.”

“You know what I mean,” he growled into your ear as his hand cupped your heat over your tights.

“Jun,” you tried to sound stern but you could tell it wasn’t working. “You made me come the last two times we came out here and wouldn't let me take care of you. I know it must have hurt by the time you finally got to relieve yourself.”

“I just love the look on your face when you come for me. I can’t wait to see the faces you make when I finally get to feel you around me.”

“Jun, you make it so hard to try to wait…”

“It’ll be worth it though, baby. In the meantime,” he began to rub you firmly through your tights and panties and you knew you were soaking already, “you should let me make you feel good.”

You almost gave in. His hands felt heavenly and the pressure was only making you wetter. But you remembered how hard he was last time the two of you came to your spot and how uncomfortable he looked as he adjusted himself. Your dorm mother kept a strict curfew and you hadn’t had the time to reciprocate after he brought you over your edge. Determined to prevent that from happening again, you gently removed his hand from between your legs. He groaned with displeasure at your actions but, always the gentleman, he didn’t try to push his hand back. The two of you had been together long enough that he knew when your resolve was unwaverable.

“Jun, you act like I’ve taken away your favorite toy,” you teased as you trailed a hand down his chest and abdomen before palming him harshly over the bulge in his pants. At your touch he inhaled sharply and threw his head back to rest on the seat.

“Playing with you and making you feel good is one of my favorite past times.”

“Jun, baby, it’s my turn to play now,” you whispered in his ear as you slowly unbuckled his belt.

You watched Junmyeon’s face as he squeezed his eyes tight while you managed to finish unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slowly slid his zipper down. As you kissed him gently on the cheek, leaving the last remnants of your lipstick, you heard him hum in a way that you recognized as him relaxing. You smiled to yourself as you moved and ran your teeth along his earlobe and he sucked in a breath at your action.

“Do you like torturing me?” he moaned out as you reached into his pants to pull out his hard length.

“A little,” you replied cheekily and he sighed dramatically.

“Don’t worry, love,” you cooed in his ear as you gently stroked him. “I won’t torture you for long tonight.”

Before you leaned over to end his ‘suffering,’ Junmyeon turned his head to look at you. He reached his hand up to cup your face and you leaned into his touch and closed your eyes. He didn’t immediately pull you in for a kiss like you were expecting. You opened your eyes to see him raking over your face with an unguarded look of love and adoration.

“I love you,” he whispered as his thumb stroked your cheek.

“I love you too, Jun. More than anything,” you replied knowing your face was shining with all the love and affection you had for your future husband.

He leaned forward and pulled your face into his as he gave you a deep, gentle kiss. As he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours as his breath stuttered while your continued to slowly stroke him.

“Jun, love, lean back and relax. I’ll take good care of you.”

Without a word, he did as you asked and leaned back to give you room. Adjusting in the bench seat you leaned over and took his tip into your mouth. This simple action caused a loud moan to leave his lips and you smiled. He was so vocal and you loved it. You couldn’t wait until you were married so you could explore all the different ways to make him moan like that.

He was already leaking heavily so you knew he wouldn’t last too long. Licking along his slit, he gasped as you savored his taste and moaned. You weren’t sure what it was but you loved how he tasted. A little salty, a little sweet, just like the Junmyeon you loved.

Determined to make him come, you stopped your teasing and took the majority of his length in your mouth. He groaned as the tip hit the back of your throat. The two of you had been together for long enough that you had learned how to relax your throat to prevent from gagging around him.

You used your tongue to massage the vein running along the underside of his cock and you heard your fiance swear. With internalized glee, you knew he was completely focused on your actions. Junmyeon rarely swore and the handful of times almost all involved the skills of your tongue and mouth.

Using your hand to stroke what you couldn’t quite fit, you began to bob and suck in earnest. You felt Junmyeon’s hand slip into your hair at the back of your head. His hips were thrusting up gently and you had learned this was a subconscious action. You had discussed your desire to try having him take more control as you went down on him, eager to learn the things that would make him feel good but he hadn’t wanted to explore it yet. He was afraid of taking things too far and hurting you in the moment.

You took as much as you could and swallowed around him. He began to chant your name in warning, “Y/N, Y/N, oh my god. Y/N.”

Feeling a slight tug at the back of your head you moaned around him. The vibrations of your moan sent him over the edge. Junmyeon came in your mouth with a long drawn out moan of your name. You kept your mouth around him, gently bobbing as you swallowed his cum with a pleased hum.

You lifted your mouth off his softening length and tucked him back into his pants. You looked at your fiance and observed how sexy he was panting with his eyes closed and head thrown back. All mine, you thought as you enjoyed how wrecked he looked.

After a moment, Junmyeon opened his eyes and leaned over to kiss you. You pulled back slightly, “Jun, you just came in my mouth.”

“I don’t care. I need to kiss you after that,” he replied desperately.

As the two of you kissed and basked in the afterglow, the song on the radio was harshly interrupted:

Good evening local residents. We apologize for the interruption of your regularly scheduled program but breaking news has come in. Information about a dangerous inmate escaping the local mental institution for the criminally insane has been reported by the local authorities. Officials caution that the escapee was institutionalized after he murdered several co-eds living in one of the student housing buildings at the local college. Residents are warned that the inmate is male, in his late 40s, has a scar running along the left side of his face from his eye to his chin, and has a hook for a right hand. It is advised to stay in groups when possible and to avoid empty or deserted areas after dark. If you see a man matching this description, please do not engage and report it to the local authorities immediately.

Once the report finished, the next song came on as if nothing had interrupted the night. You looked at Junmyeon, suddenly scared. “I think we should head back. No one knows exactly where we are.”

“I think you’re right, baby.”

You got settled next to him, now sitting in the center of the bench seat so you could feel Junmyeon pressed to your side. It gave you a sense of security and comfort to feel him so close.

He started the engine and turned on the headlights. Part of you was certain that the man from the report would suddenly appear in the beam of the lights once they were turned on. Fortunately, the lights only shined on the fence and trees along the edge of the orchard.

At that moment, Junmyeon looked over to check the mirror on the passenger side and he let out a shout and very clear, “What the FUCK?!”

You whipped your head over and saw what caused his reaction. A face was nearly pressed into the passenger window. The man’s hair was long and matted to his head and neck. His eyes looked wide and crazed and under his left eye, a distinct and angry looking scar ran along his cheek and ended under his chin.

The sight caused you to start hyperventilating as you could sense Junmyeon struggling with the gear shift, unable to slide the car into a gear that would allow you to escape the terrifying site of the man at the window.

The stranger watched your panic and struggles as a demonic smile stretched across his face. The sheer terror you felt increased tenfold. You watched in horror as he slowly lifted his right arm and revealed a hook in place of a hand.

“Jun, Jun, Jun, we have to go now! Jun it’s the guy, we need to go!!”

“I can’t! It won’t go into gear! Come on, come on, don’t do this, please not now!” he said as he answered you and spoke to the car that was malfunctioning at the worst time possible.

The man slowly ran his hook along the glass causing a screeching sound. He smiled as he watched you both flinch at the noise. Impossibly, his grin got wider and you were able to register his crooked and yellowing teeth. A couple on the bottom were missing that you were unable to see at first glance.

You heard the song change on the radio and you sobbed as you recognized it as Skeeter Davis’ “The End of the World.” How fitting, you thought.

You felt how Junmyeon was panicking next to you and you reached to grip his knee, needing to feel more of him in your fear. You watched in frozen horror as the man pulled his hooked arm back and hit the glass of the window. It didn’t break like you were expecting but that didn’t deter the man. He reached back and hit it again and this time you saw a part of the glass spiderweb. The man’s eyes seemed to turn more manic and as he reached back one last time and you turned to look at Junmyeon.

“Whatever happens, I love you.”

Then you heard the glass shatter.

Why do the birds go on singing? Why do the stars glow above? Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?

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