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Locus of Pain

Kim Jihyun x MC

NSFW

MC doesn't tell Jihyun she's hurt. He finds out anyway.

I'm back with smutty and messy ambiguous relationships! With GE Jihyun's personality. I will forever campaign for his GE personality until it becomes mainstream in fics and I don't have to put a disclaimer anymore.

TW: discussions on adult child abuse, self-destructive thoughts and actions, brief mild gore imagery, self-harm

Words: 4.5k

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She stumbled into the apartment with a pained grunt.

She ought to feel bad for staining the floor with her blood, but she had more important matters to attend to. Her back was burning with lacerations and every step she took was straining the bruises that had burrowed into her muscles.

She tried not to swing her hands too much as she headed for the bathroom, disposing of her jacket at the foot of the bed. For once she was thankful for Rika's cramped apartment. It could be suffocating at times, but it was easy to live in. Jihyun said Rika had a taste of unassuming minimalism. She thought building a gilded emerald cult with thousands of followers was pushing the definition.

Gripping the edge of the sink, she clenched her jaw and started peeling off her blood-crusted shirt. The injuries shouldn't be too deep since the blood had stopped flowing down her back like a free-flowing motherfucker. But as she pulled the shirt over her head, it tore the barely knit skin apart, and warm blood started to trickle down again.

She cursed her thin epidermis. It was not supposed to tear over a mere picture frame thrown at it, even if the frame was large enough to cover half of the bedroom wall.

Her father had excellent aim and strength. He had proven that to her many times.

Sometimes she fantasised about breaking his skull in with a scorching hot pan, wondering if his hair would melt from the heat or if his eyes would bulge out of their sockets. Would he scream for her help? Would he plead for mercy or curse her for being a demon spawn? Then, she could blame him for fathering such an evil inside her.

Her stomach curdled with guilt. The resentment was hers alone, and he had loved her despite her selfishness. She couldn't shed away the primal care she had for him. She was her mother's daughter, after all.

Twisting her body in the mirror, she made a quick work of cataloguing her injuries. Two long gashes that dipped into her flesh but wouldn't require stitches, one blackening bruise near her ribs, and several cuts and bruises that stippled across her back. She tested her breathing. No wheezing. No punctured lung. An improvement from the last time. Jihyun wouldn't need to know.

She stepped into the shower and washed off the blood. The cold water chilled her bones. But it had to. It was better to feel all of it. She had asked for his wrath and now she dealt with the consequences. Besides, it helped with closing the wounds.

After she put on a pair of shorts, she reached for a bottle of alcohol from the medicine cabinet. Sharp gasps escaped her mouth every so often as she tried to pour just enough. Medicine was costly and she shouldn't waste it. The burn blinded her vision white and she hunched over the sink, focusing on the cold ceramic under her fingertips and the slicing of tiles beneath her bare feet.

When her sight had stopped swimming, she took a deep breath and bent her arm behind her in awkward angles to slap adhesive bandages to the wounded area. She grunted in frustration. It was tougher than she'd thought. She was nauseous from constantly looking up to check her reflection, the evening autumn draft was pricking at her exposed skin, and the plasters kept sticking to the wrong place.

She glared at the mirror. Do not faint.

How many nights had she spent patching herself up? And yet she still struggled. Her lack of progress was almost laughable.

She didn't think there were any glass shards embedded in her though. One good thing that came out of this. She tried not to think about the larger shard she had pocketed when the picture frame glass shattered, now buried under the bloody heap of clothes.

She froze when she heard someone punching in the door passcode.

She was about to kick her bathroom door close when Jihyun entered and switched on the lights from down the hallway. Their eyes locked, and he stopped in his tracks. Her throat constricted.

This was not how she wanted him to ever see her.

His face grew horrified, and he dropped his satchel in his rush to get to her. She had a fleeting worry that his satchel might have dropped onto the blood-stained floor and she might have ruined his fine leather bag.

Jihyun stood before her, his mouth opened and closed. She schooled her face into indifference and waited.

"You—" he started, "what happened?"

The impulse to lie was on the tip of her tongue, but she couldn't find a good reason to when he had caught her like this. She doubted he would believe her excuses. The day had been long and she was so tired.

"A jolly good ol' catch-up with my parents." Her tone was casual.

Jihyun watched her with a worried frown, then squeezed into the small space and ran the tap water through his hands. He was moving with a surprising efficiency as he lathered his hands with soap before scanning her injuries and her first aid supplies.

"Please let me help." His teal eyes were desperate. She had forgotten how luminous they were from up close. "You can't do this alone."

"You shouldn't have come here tonight."

"I'm well-versed in healing people," he urged. "I used to heal my own injuries when I was with Rika. I treated hers as well. I know enough, so you can trust me." His fingers twitched, almost reaching for her before dropping to his side. "Please."

More than the fact that she was found out, she hated that she had made Jihyun worry about her. The only thing she excelled at was to instil negative feelings in people who cared about her. Always wrath in her parents, sometimes concern in Jihyun.

Jihyun had never lost his head at her, but she was waiting for it to happen. No one had the patience of a saint, not even him.

It was a pity she had condemned him to another relationship where he had to play the caretaker. Letting him treat her would be an appropriate compensation for his scare. "Go on," she said. "But I should probably lie down."

Relief flooded his face. "That would be the best. Can you walk on your own?"

She nodded, but he held her arm and assisted her to the bed. He sat her down, slowly, and helped her settle into a comfortable position to lie prone in. She buried her face into the pillow that smelled faintly of mint leaves. It was Jihyun's side of the bed. It comforted her that he was permanent enough in her life that she could find traces of him in her private space.

"Has it always been this bad?" Jihyun asked quietly. The feeling of his lithe fingers inspecting her skin with clinical precision was unfamiliar. His touches were always loving, adoring, not stiff with anxiety. He had never seen her with weeping wounds. She had never let him into the truth.

"Only when I deliberately provoke them. Mother goes off the rails, father blames me for not caring about my own parents, I try to save myself before things escalate." She raised her head and smirked at him. "I don't always succeed though. Got a picture frame to my back, as you can see. Took being backstabbed by your family to the next level. They were supposed to hang it where their guests could see, but I doubt they'd hang it without the glass now. People would ask."

There was a brief silence before he spoke. "That's terrible." His voice was soft, barely a murmur. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know they are violent."

She shrugged. "You're not the one who should apologise. And they will anyway, once they think I've iced them out for too long. Not that it means anything."

He shook his head, and strands of aquamarine hair fell across his forehead. They softened the distress that wrought his features. "You're not a mouse they can play with."

"No, I'm just their daughter they can hurt," she said. Jihyun pressed a bandage against the grisliest gash across her back and she winced. "Do you think it'll scar?"

"It most likely will. Had it been any deeper, you would have needed stitches." He paused, his palm resting on her spine. "Why didn't you call me?"

"It didn't occur to me," she lied. She wanted to lay down her defences and curl into his arms. She didn't want to keep fighting for herself. There were times when escaping was better than fighting for nothing, but it wasn't something she could ask from him. Her cage was her own.

Jihyun's fingers curled against her skin, and she could sense the waves of sorrow unfurling around her. "Can you think of me from now on? It doesn't have to be all the time, moments when you are hurt will do. If you call, I will come."

"I think of you all the time, Jihyun."

"Oh. I didn't know that." The surprise was evident in his tone. He applied another bandage to her back, smoothing it cautiously over the raw wound. "But I know no one is meant to bear their burden alone. You have been through so much."

"So have you, love. I'm not special." She gave him a bitter smile. "Now, why did you come here unannounced?"

Jihyun studied her for several seconds. "I wanted to see you," he said. "You've been withdrawn lately, so I thought something had happened."

She chuckled. "I suppose this counts as something."

"I never had to imagine you in my position before," he said. "I thought you'd confide in me when you're hurt. It's what you always urge me to do. You taught me to be more trusting. But seeing you like this makes me realise how much fear you and Jumin must have felt when I took matters into my own hands." He let out a ragged sigh. "I don't know how I would cope if I came here one day and saw you unconscious on the floor."

Lucky he wasn't here when she blacked out from a concussion a few months ago.

She made a dismissive gesture. "Do as I say, not as I do."

"Only if you let me do the same thing."

She levelled a glare at him. "Definitely not."

Jihyun snorted but worked silently after. The stinging pain was dulling into low throbs. She had lost count of the bandages he used, but it must have been more than necessary. She felt the adhesives even on the spots that didn't require them. Jihyun was being excessive. After everything she had gone through, she was confident that a small, uncovered cut wouldn't be her reason to die.

He should know. He had been stabbed and was still alive fretting over her.

She heard him uncapping an ointment and felt a cool sensation on her skin. He carefully massaged the salve into the bruises, sending shivers throughout her body. How nice he was. How patient. How kind.

When he pushed her hair aside to tend to the base of her neck, her breath caught. His fingertips sent fire down her synapses. It had been so long since they did anything. The distance she put between them was growing taut. The farther she pulled, the harder she would crash back into him.

Her arm moved on its own accord when she grabbed Jihyun's fingers and pressed her lips to the back of his hand. The strong herbal scent from the salve burned her nose, but this smooth hand was his. Hers.

Jihyun was always there for her to come back to.

He was not home. Home, to her, was not something that she ever longed to go. It was the misery that strangled her into obedience and shrunk her world into a dark, bleak place to survive in.

He was her sanctuary on a far-off island. Nothing could get to them when they were together.

Jihyun let out a light chuckle that sang to her heart. "Let me wash my hands. I don't want to make you any more ill."

She squeezed his hand. "I missed you too, you know. I'm glad you're with me."

He stilled, then crouched beside her head. He tucked the hair that obscured her face behind her ear and kissed her temple before gently wrestling his hand out of her grasp. The shape of his lips was just as she remembered it.

She watched him rinse the blood from her clothes and exhaled in relief when he didn't stray to her trousers' pocket. She watched him clean his hands with water trickling down his forearms, the brown sleeves of his sweatshirt pulled up and collecting water at the elbows. She watched him storing the first aid kit and medicines in the cabinet to her preferred arrangement. She watched him doing useless things for her.

When Jihyun climbed into the bed and rested against the headboard, she asked, "Do you know what the worst part of this is?"

He stared down at her, eyes carrying a heavy sorrow. "That your parents don't know how to love you?"

"Not even close." She rolled her eyes. "I've known that all my life. Not being able to lean against anything is the real tragedy. Look at me, I can't even sit comfortably beside you."

"But you can come closer," he said slowly.

She raised her brows but let him guide her to lie on his chest, his fingers resting on her bare shoulders.

He was clothed and she wasn't and it was something she needed to rectify.

She tangled her leg around his and relaxed her head against his beating heart. It was thrumming to a rising tempo that mirrored hers. She toyed with a loose thread on the neck of his sweatshirt. "I wish you weren't so good at fixing up injuries like mine. I wish you never had to learn."

"It's all in the past now." He slipped his fingers into the gaps between hers and clasped them. "I'd go through it again if I had known it would help alleviate your pain."

She snapped up at him. "Your martyr streak needs to stop."

"I have stopped. Just allow me this one exception." He planted a chaste kiss on her mouth, then cleared his throat. "Will you meet your parents again?"

She tightened the thread around her forefinger until it looked like diagonally dissected blocks of meat and she could barely feel its existence. "I know they do horrible things sometimes, but I can't cut them off. It's not that easy. I still love them. When they're not mad, they can be easy to love."

Jihyun frowned at her finger and gently untangled the thread before snapping it off. "That's what makes leaving harder, isn't it?" The haunting in his face revealed the extent of horrors that he had experienced. An angel with a darkened, torn soul who was still rising high above. He was not her. She liked that about him. "It's easier to hate someone when they have only been awful to you. It's their residual goodwill that gives you hope that they will change. When I look back to how stubbornly I stood beside Rika, I understand. Left in the dark, we cling to the light. We forget who trapped us there in the first place."

She didn't want to admit that Jihyun was right. That he was right, yet it would not change anything.

She wondered if she had been drawn to him because the subconscious part of her knew he would understand. Jihyun knew how to make her feel less alone in the guilt and resentment and twisted love that she couldn't untangle herself from. Most people were not like him. She learned from a young age that if people found out about the abuse, they would either urge her to leave—which added unnecessary pressure on her because it was never an option—or give her pitiful looks while stumbling over their words.

"Jihyun," she said.

He drew his thumb over her chin. "Yes?"

"Don't go." She pushed herself up and crashed her lips into his.

It was fervent, maddening, and she poured all the tension from their time of separation into it. The yearning to see him. The stress from her parents meddling with her happiness. Everything she had been missing after being alone for so long.

Jihyun reciprocated with more caution, treading her lips like they were a treasure trove. He gave in eventually when she didn't show a sign of discomfort, his kiss matching her intensity.

She bit his lower lip and slipped her tongue into his mouth. He gripped her shoulders, pulling her closer until she was pressed against him. His hands were not sliding down her waist and everywhere else like he tended to. He kept his hold staunchly on her arms even as he deepened the kiss.

It hit her what he was doing. He was being considerate of her battered body.

She let out a sob into his mouth. Nobody had ever cared for her like this. She could stand all the violence flung at her, but one act of kindness felled her to her knees.

Jihyun pulled away in an instant, his glazed eyes searching across her face and body. "Are you all right? Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head. "I was just thinking about you. You're wonderful. I missed you." Jihyun's expression was guarded, appraising her, and she let him. She had spoken the truth. She offered the truth so rarely that she would not omit more of it if it concerned his regard for himself. "I'm fine, Jihyun."

He gave a slow nod, and she tugged off his cashmere sweater. With a tender touch, she ran her hand through the ragged red patches of skin that stood out against his pale torso. Burn scars from a house fire. Both of them had childhood wounds woven into their very being. The past was made permanent on their skin.

Jihyun squirmed, seemingly self-conscious, despite her being familiar with the scars, but he made no attempts to stop her. He was beautiful, body and soul, she thought. He had more love and forgiveness in him than anyone she had ever known.

She trailed kisses along his jaw and sucked on the juncture behind his ear. He moaned and curved his body against her, and she smiled into his neck. It was amusing, the reactions that she could elicit out of him. No one could touch him as she could. He did not let anyone else know him intimately like this. He was only for her.

She suspected all of this played into his pleasure as well.

She twined her fingers around his hair, marvelling at the softness of it, and pulled it back to bare his throat. He had such a beautiful throat.

She didn't apply much pressure as she wrapped her hand around it, but his breath hitched. Her lips curved into a sly smile, her other hand wandering down his hard bulge. "I don't know why being choked always turns you on."

Jihyun held his gaze on her despite his reddening complexion. "I can feel you wanting me when you hold me like this."

"I do want you." She swung her leg astride him, straddling his hips and rested her forehead against his. The hard-on beneath her was hard to ignore. "It drives me out of my mind when I can't be with you."

"You shouldn't have pushed me away," he murmured. "I'll still want you, however you are, whatever condition you are in. You're always just you to me. Nothing can make me want you less."

"I'm sorry," she said. Jihyun closed his eyes, and she kissed his eyelid with a gentleness that she reserved only for him. "I'm sorry I left you alone."

He cradled her cheek, and she basked in the warmth of it. The safety of him. He was here and she couldn't fight the temptation to lose herself in him. "You didn't leave me alone. I belong with you. Anywhere you run to, you take me with you. I'm yours."

She tightened her hold on his throat to see his reaction. "You're mine," she whispered.

A slow smile graced his delicate face. "I am. I'm yours."

Jihyun drew her closer by the elbow and peppered kisses on her mouth, her chin, her throat, and her collarbones. He palmed her breasts and sucked her nipple while tweaking the other with his fingers. They hardened at his touch and she moaned his name, demanding him to be harder, rougher.

She needed to feel everything.

He bit her nipple and her hand slipped to the base of his skull, grasping at his hair. He was hers. His action and devotion were hers. It sent a deluge of pleasure down her core. Jihyun could be gentle, but he was also earnest to give her the satisfaction she sought.

She wanted him. She wanted him. She wanted him more than the freedom from her wretched life.

"I love you." She tipped his chin back. "I love you, Jihyun. Remember it."

He smiled up at her, his pupils blown wide with lust. "I love you, too."

She reached down and unbuckled his trousers. She had done more strenuous activities in a worse state, so fucking him wouldn't damage her already mangled body. But Jihyun stilled her wrist when he saw through her intention.

She narrowed her gaze. "I'm on the pill."

"You're hurt," he said. "I don't want to worsen your injuries."

"Have you not treated them?"

His grip wasn't loosening. "You need more time to heal. The wounds may open again."

"Then go slow."

Jihyun hesitated.

"Please," she croaked.

As soon as she uttered the word, she knew she had him. He sighed, but let go of her wrist. "You'll have to be careful. I'm stopping this if you push yourself too far."

"Brilliant."

Jihyun pulled down his trousers while she discarded her shorts. She lowered herself into him, relishing in the feel of him filling her. He ran his hands up and down her waist tentatively until he was sure that he wasn't touching any of the injuries on her back. Only then did he allow himself to move into her with practised ease. She held onto his shoulders and rolled her hips in tandem, burying her face into his neck and letting him control the pace. Jihyun had meant his warning and she was not eager to risk it.

It felt new. It felt familiar. It was what she had yearned for. His low grunts, her body slanting forward to hit the right spot, their skin sticking to each other in sweat and slick wetness.

Jihyun was slow, unhurried, with faint caresses down her back. His concern for her was easy to read. He was tracing back the pain that he couldn't protect her from. He might no longer bear a debilitating guilt, but she didn't think he could ever eradicate his need to shield her from misfortunes.

She couldn't blame him. It was the same with her, though the abuse done to her wasn't something that anyone could simply take away, and they both knew it.

She bit his earlobe, mumbling, "It's not your fault."

Jihyun tilted his face, and his lips brushed her cheek. "It's not yours either."

She stopped caring whose fault her source of agony was and thrust into him, picking up the pace while she dug her nails into his arms. He didn’t stop her, his hand snaking down to find her bundle of nerves instead.

She gasped and arched her back when he rubbed her. She was vaguely aware of the sharp jabs of pain in her back, but she welcomed them. Pain grounded her into him.

Jihyun's fingers were vigorous, and his thrusting was getting rougher that it twisted the coil in her lower abdomen. She writhed with need, whispering to him not to stop, and he listened, and it brought her higher and higher until the coil snapped.

She cried out in ecstasy.

Jihyun kept to his pace as she rode out the climax, not stopping despite her trembling legs and clearing haze. She focused on him overwhelming her in a way that annihilated her need for anything else. The alkaline tang of paint that lingered on him. His tightening grip on her bottom as she felt him reaching his climax. Him twitching inside her when he finally did, his muscles tensing as he came inside her. His pleasure-struck face that entranced her every time.

He was a marvel to look at, to have. He was hers. He had proclaimed it. He was the forest that shrouded her from the vultures circling above, the soft sand that sank her deeper into him with each pull of the waves, the hearth that kept her warm through the barren cold. With him, she could breathe.

She would give him everything he wanted. She would not let him go.

She slumped against him, their mixed fluids seeping down her thighs. He slipped out of her and she kissed the underside of his jaw. "I love you."

Jihyun's breath was still racing as he drew circular patterns on her shoulder blades. "Your parents didn't hurt you because you provoked them. They hurt you because they're abusive. It's not your fault."

She sighed. She had hoped he would let it go, but nothing could stop him once he made up his mind. "Knowing it doesn't make it any better."

"Do you really think so?" He ran his thumb up her inner forearm. She flinched and tried to jerk away, but he held onto her. The deepest scars had faded to silver, but the fresher ones were raised ridges along her skin. She had been careful, small cuts scattered on an easily hidden spot. She didn't realise he would notice. "Isn't this your form of penance?"

Her chest tightened. "It's the only thing I have control over. If I blame them and direct all my anger at them, I will hurt them. This way, the only person I hurt is myself. I'm not a weapon. I'm not a threat."

"Don't you think you've been hurt enough?"

She wore a thin smile and looked away. "Sure."

Jihyun's hands slid up her jaw and tilted her head back to him, his fingers resting on the pulse points on her neck. "You can be angry around me. It's natural to want to express your emotions. They're not something you're supposed to keep to yourself. Talk to me when you feel like turning to self-mutilation. I'm yours, remember? My ears are yours to talk to. My shoulders are for you to lean on."

She surveyed his pleading gaze with a twinge of pity. Jihyun was asking for more than he was supposed to receive. In time, he would see it.

Another waiting game had begun. She almost did not want to see the ending.

"All right. I'll do that."

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Footnotes:

I went with Jihyun because I thought he'd be an interesting choice. The role reversal and all. He's forced to confront how he is seen through MC's eyes when he's involved in dangerous situations and refuses help.

MC's relief for living in Rika's suffocating apartment at the beginning parallels her feeling trapped in the familial cage that she doesn't want to leave. There's a reason why she doesn't move out of the apartment even after the cult drama is over. She's a bird caged too long that she can't take flight even if the door is open. She's not capable of leaving things behind, so she hoards everything she can (Jihyun) to herself.

MC thinking that her father "had loved her despite her selfishness" is the product of her parents' manipulation. Her belief that she's selfish if she feels negative emotions and wants anything at all is what drives her self-destruction, and ironically, her possessiveness.

With Jihyun, it's easy to make him fall into the rescuer role when the partner self-harms, so I was very mindful of depicting the discovery scene. I didn't want to romanticise it and make MC feel like if she got hurt more, she'd get more attention from him. Since this is GE Jihyun, he wouldn't default back to his old enabling methods.

I was dubious about making MC self-harm since I don't want this to be a gratuitous checklist of trigger warnings, but it makes sense for her to turn to cutting. If she has to be hurt, it might as well be by herself. Might as well be on her terms.

The nature metaphors are to show Jihyun's and MC's common interest in nature.

Are they actually in love or is it just oxytocin and loneliness? Who knows?

I felt pressured to write a romantic fic, but I haven't been able to these days so I turned to this. It brought relief somehow. This was cathartic.

I used to think I'd never write a possessive character in a non-antagonising light yet here we are. I compared this MC to the one from Wedge the Knife Under My Skin, but this one is blunter with her words and well, more possessive. She's bitter and sarcastic and resigned to her suffering. Fortunately, Jihyun is secure enough to see through her sharp defences.

The title is a twist on the locus of control concept in psychology, which is about a person's degree of belief on how much of their internal force governs their external life.

I don't know why I like to throw Jihyun into ambiguous relationships either.

Header Corner:

A quick process breakdown! Add a directional blur to the base footage > duplicate the footage, slightly shift the position and change the blur direction to get the hazy look > add a red filter overlay to fit the fic's bloody mood but retain the magenta in the background to resonate with the romance aspect > choose the appropriate angsty text and font!

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Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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Mysmes V relationship headcanons

Warning: 18+ CONTENT

NOTE: so I wasn't sure what to write for headcanons because I'm bad at this but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless

SFW HEADCANONS

Literally opens all your jars for you

Will overspend on you even if you ask him not to

Worries 24/7 about you

Even though he is blind he will still try and protect you no matter what

Will literally say shit like "I'm sorry I'm a worthless boyfriend you should find someone better"

Likes being the big spoon

Takes you to fancy restaurants

18+ HEADCANONS

Will not let you go down on him at all

Isn't into BDSM but will try it if you beg him enough times

Speaking of which he 100% has a praise kink

If you degrade him at all he won't take it as a kinky way but will probably either wonder what he did wrong or agree with you

He cannot handle a brat or hard dom s/o

Will not do public sex, he thinks sex too intimate and private to do so

A cuck this isn't a headcanon but it's actually canon

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[mercurialbismuth]

Ease Me

Summary (18+)

You and Jihyun have been preparing for your upcoming wedding, but over time things have become a little stressful. Jihyun offers to help you do something in order to relax, but after becoming frustrated, you propose something else to ease yourselves.

Notes

Brief allusion to past trauma on V's side and a couple short mentions of the reader being self-conscious.

Content: sex, fingering, oral, afab reader, vaginal sex

Read the full fic here

Spring came almost too quickly, but it slightly helped to ease your anticipation of the wedding. Although you were beyond excited to marry Jihyun, you couldn't help but simultaneously be anxious about what was to come. Weddings take quite a bit of time and thought, and it's pretty much all you've been worried about for the past couple of months. Luckily, Jihyun had been extremely helpful and patient and the both of you had honestly left a lot of the dirty work up to a wedding planner.

"What're you doing?" you questioned Jihyun, leaning over the back of the sofa to kiss him tenderly on the cheek.

"I was just looking through some old pictures. Did you need anything?"

"No, I was just curious," you walked around the couch to sit next to him, plopping down onto the cushion and resting your temple against his shoulder. The warmth from his body slowly radiated to yours. He was naturally cozy, like the bath of warmth you feel when standing in the sunlight. He caressed your hair as you relaxed against him, and he continued to glance through photographs. Your eyes curiously wandered around the living area. In the corner, an easel was covered, a white sheet carelessly cast over a partially finished canvas. You pointed towards it, "You working on something?"

"Oh, uh, yes…I need to hide it better though," He laughed awkwardly, "I want to surprise you with it whenever it's finished, but it’s going to take a while."

"Ugh you're no fun Jihyun, I want to know," you jokingly pouted, giving him a defeated look. He must've taken some pity on you.

"Would you feel better if we painted something together then? To make up for it?" He asked, brushing hair delicately behind your ear, leaning closer to you, his gaze sincere and kind. You pondered his compromise in your head. He gave an endearing kiss on your forehead.

"Hm, I guess so. Maybe it'll help us relax, too."

Jihyun brought the brushes and paints out before setting up a smaller canvas for you two to paint on. You've done this more than once since he came back, and it was a nice way to spend time together.

But frustration was getting the better of you this time, "How about you take over."

"Here," you felt the warmth of his palm against the back of your hand. V stood right behind you, holding on to the brush to guide your hand, "It doesn't have to be perfect. That's not why we're doing this. I want this to help calm you. You can paint anything you want. It doesn't matter as long as you're enjoying yourself. I love to see anything you can make." Brushing your hair out of the way, he kissed the back of your neck. It sent shivers down your spine.

You'd love to be more focused on his kind words right now, but it was difficult with him practically pressed against your back. His body heat didn't help the intense warmth in your face, and his gentle hold on your hand, his breath on your neck, his soft lips-

"Are you okay? Sorry if that was too much," his tender voice interrupted your thoughts.

"No, no it wasn't, I'm sorry, I was spaced out. I appreciate it, Jihyun."

"Your face is flushed, do you need some water or something? I know it's been stressful lately. Relax if you need, my love." He started to move to help you sit down, but you held onto his wrist to keep him in place, turning around to face him.

"I'm okay Jihyun, this has been stressful for you too, don't worry too much about me," Of course, Jihyun would continue to worry about you anyway. It was in his nature, "But…I can think of another way we could maybe ease that stress." He raised an eyebrow, clueless about your suggestion.

"Of course, whatever would help. What is it?"

"I'll show you," You leaned close to his ear, letting your breath tickle his neck before leaving feather-light kisses along his cheek. You kissed him passionately when your lips met, and he seemed to understand what you were alluding to now as he returned the same eagerness. Your kisses got messier while your fingers tangled in his hair to pull him into you, and his embrace kept your body close to his. But you couldn't sit here and make out in the living room. Rather, you didn't want to.

"Bedroom?" you mumbled against his cheek, breaking the kiss and letting yourselves breathe. He nodded in return and you smiled.

You both made your way to your room where you quickly resumed invading each other's space. Jihyun had a tendency to be discreet and gentle in his way of affection but now he was kissing you with a desperation you could only imagine he contained in himself, touching you like you'd slip from his grasp if he stopped. You slid your hands up underneath the hem of his shirt to feel more of his warmth and he pulled away gently.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked you softly, his hand caressing your cheek as he looked into your eyes, "I'd love to give you anything you want but if you need to stop please tell me."

"Of course, Jihyun. I trust you. I want to do this with you."

"Let me know what I can do to please you then." He stated, the tone of his voice dropping a little. The sincerity in his voice and gaze sent a fire to your abdomen. You instantly wanted to pull him close and feel every inch of him on you, feel his bare, warm skin against yours, have him touch you in ways he never dared to before. You were so desperate for him to do whatever it took to please you, but more than anything, you wanted to take it slow. To be patient and remember how his skin feels as it brushes against yours, the way his soft lips felt across every inch of you, all the little sighs and sounds that come from his throat, to ingrain in your mind how everything looks, sounds, and feels.

He leaned towards you, his forehead resting against yours before gently brushing your nose with his, then finally catching your lips in a deep kiss.

"I love you so much," he whispered against your mouth.

"I love you too Jihyun. So much."

Jihyun started to kiss you again, sliding his slender fingers up under your shirt, his fingertips dancing along your ribs. He broke apart for a short moment to lift your shirt up over your head, gliding it off your torso and arms, before giving you another gentle peck on the cheek.

"Can I?" His hands reached around to touch the hook on your bra. You nodded almost vigorously. Jihyun unhooked it with ease, sliding the straps down your arms, then removing the bra from you. Even though you were insatiably turned on, you felt a little embarrassed about showing yourself in front of him for the first time. Jihyun was not the type of person to be too concerned about looks, but you couldn't help but feel slightly self-conscious about the fact that you would be completely naked and vulnerable in front of him.

"Are you okay?" He tilted your head to meet his eyes. Even in the dim-lit room, with only the moon as a source of light, you could see his concerned expression and worried look in his eyes, so he must've easily sensed your uneasiness.

"Yes, I'm okay, I just…this is a new experience. I trust you, I just feel shy."

Jihyun brushed hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, "I will do anything to reassure you that I love every part of you. It's okay to feel shy, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable."

You nodded in response, "I would tell you if I got too uncomfortable."

"Perfect," he gave an endearing smile, "Then would you like to lay down for me?"

You fell back onto the plush mattress, and Jihyun assumed a position on top of you.

"You're absolutely beautiful, my dear. I love that I get to feel your soft skin under my fingers," he ran his hand down your side again, before coming back up to run his fingers across your breast, your breath hitching as he grazed your slightly hardened nipple, "And I'm grateful for the sounds I'll hear from you. I'll take every noise you make, the words you say to me, the way your body looks and reacts, your beautiful expressions. I'll take it all and replay it in my mind. A gallery of your beauty for my viewing pleasure. I want you all to myself if you would let me," He placed a warm kiss on your sternum. You can feel a flame in your cheeks, and the warmth of your blush spreads throughout your entire body from Jihyun's praise.

"Please, Jihyun, I'm yours."

Jihyun's hand cups one of your breasts as his tongue runs along your nipple on the other. Your back arches slightly in response to the sudden stimulation, and a sound of surprise escapes you. He continues to flick the now hard bud with his tongue quickly, catching it between his teeth, and sucking as he teases your other nipple between two of his fingers. You moaned softly as he did this for a while, his hands occasionally roaming lower on your body over your thighs and hips and then back up to your breast. The spot between your thighs was only becoming wetter with his continued stimulation and teasing, but you didn't want to get too lost in your own pleasure before you had the chance to make him feel good as well.

"Jihyun…can I…" he lifted his head, the soft tendrils of his hair, which had grown slightly from when he first came back, framed his face, "I want to please you, too. Please, can I?" you pleaded desperately.

You were horny beyond what words could describe, but you wanted to make a mess out of him just as he would do to you. You wanted to see how desperate he would be under your touch. He was already holding back some assertiveness, as he didn't want to scare or hurt you, but you could see desperation and neediness in his slightly blown pupils. You both wanted to make sure nothing was rushed, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't do what it takes to increase the ferocity of his desperation.

"Are…you sure?" He took a pause from touching you.

"Of course, Jihyun. You're just as deserving of love. I want to please you too if you'd let me. I would do anything to make you feel good."

He was visibly flustered by what you said as if he wasn't used to being on the receiving end, "If you need to stop for any reason that's okay. I'm perfectly fine with all of the attention on you. I want you to be satisfied."

"I don't feel obligated," you sat up slowly, "I really want to. Please let me. I want you to feel good too," your hands slipped under his shirt again and over his chest.

“I’m just used to…giving…mostly,” he admitted, seemingly embarrassed by his statement. You stroke his cheek with your thumb, giving him a sweet kiss.

“I would like to change that for you if I can,” he let out a slightly shaky breath at your words, "Undress for me, I'll get undressed too," You spoke softly by his ear.

You both stripped completely naked, and he took your hand to pull you close to him, your legs tangling as he laid on his back, laughing softly.

"I think you should let me paint you like this. You're breathtaking," He kissed you slowly as the two of you hesitantly explored each other's skin.

"You're one to talk," you laughed in between a kiss, running your hands along his body. Your fingers grazed his nipples as your hands ran up his chest and his breath caught for a moment, “You sensitive?” you teased him in a sultry tone. It was his turn to dramatically flush red, and you could’ve sworn you felt him twitch beneath you.

“Hah…it’s been a while,” he gave a sheepish smile, “I-ah,” he cut himself off when your hand tenderly grazed over his hip and towards the inside of his thigh.

There was a brief moment of silence, “Is this okay?” your voice trembled faintly, waiting for the invitation to touch him.

“Absolutely,” he breathed out in desperation.

To mask your own shyness, you hid your face into V's neck, slowly making your way down his throat with kisses. You used your fingertips to spread his precum along his member before starting to slowly stroke him. You could feel the vibrations of his soft moans against your lips which were still attached to his throat. You started to pump him faster, occasionally rubbing your finger over the head of his dick. You lifted your head up to observe his expression. V's eyes were closed, and his light eyelashes fluttered as he tried to open his eyes but he quickly shut them. He was flushed red across his face down to his neck as he was mumbling a variety of praises and exclamations that you couldn’t really understand, but you could tell he was enjoying himself, even if he was being quiet.

“Does this feel good, Jihyun?” you asked, mostly out of concern about if you were actually pleasing him.

“Hahh–yes”

“Then…” you slowed your motions and started to assume a position lower on the bed, “Can I hear you?”

He made a noise almost like he choked and his eyes widened, meeting yours. His face and ears were pink from blush, and there was a light sweat starting to bead at his forehead. You started to move down lower on his body so that your face would be level with his hips.

“Oh, what are you…” he started to question before figuring out your intention, “You don’t have to, please, my love. It’s okay,” he squeezed your free hand and gave you a worried look.

“Jihyun, I want to. I promise,” your thumb rubbed circles on his hip and you squeezed his hand in return to reassure him, “I love you so much.”

He nodded his head, “I love you too.”

You rubbed your hands over his thighs a few times until you could feel some of the tenseness leave his body, "Would you want to sit up?" V shook his head in agreement and moved up onto his elbows from laying down, resting his back against the headboard of your bed. In this position, it was easy for him to watch you. It made you a little nervous, but you were determined to continue with your execution to pleasure him.

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his member again before putting your lips around him. Steadily, you took him in further until you were at your limit, the taste of his precum tainting your tongue. You started bobbing your head, hollowing your cheeks as you sucked him off lightly, making sure to use a hand to stroke what your mouth couldn’t access.

If he was worried about being heard earlier, it wasn’t a concern now. V’s fingers gently twisted into your hair, and he was letting out strings of praise as the sound of his moans filled the room. His lips shuddered out “please”s followed by your name as you continued working him towards his orgasm. The sounds of him sighing and moaning under your touch were creating a pool of arousal between your thighs.

V watched your movements and although it was hard to focus with your mouth around his cock, he tried taking in the view in front of him. Your hair was slightly tousled from him running his fingers through it, your face incredibly flushed dark from exertion and lust. It didn't take much of your ministrations around his dick and the help of the sight before him before he could feel himself getting close.

"Mmm…I'm-ah!"

You could tell he was about to come, but you didn't mind. It would be cruel to stop now. He was starting to pulse against your tongue, and after a few more moments you felt him release into your mouth as he let out a satisfied groan. Once you looked up, you saw his head was turned to the side, his breathing was heavy as his chest heaved, a sheen of sweat on his body from the exertion.

"You did so well, Jihyun," You praised his performance.

He was silent for a moment before speaking, "I…thank you."

You laughed softly, "Anytime,"

V started to sit up after a moment of catching his breath, "I think it's your turn, my love," a small smile lit his expression. He leaned in close to you to catch your lips in a long, passionate kiss, "Can you lay down, baby?" His tone was sweet and comforting. You nodded as you laid on your back, adjusting until you were comfortable. He positioned himself on top of you and kissed you again.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured by your ear, trailing kisses down the side of your neck before pressing a warm kiss to the center of your chest, "I love you so much," his lips traced across your stomach, down towards your hips slowly, until he approached the inside of your thighs. You gently brushed back his hair from his face, your whole body burning with excitement at seeing him so close to you, looking so eager. His breath tickled the space between your legs and you started to move restlessly beneath him, silently begging for him to get closer to you. He laughed softly, "So impatient," he said teasingly before he licked your cunt, causing you to gasp loudly at the sudden contact.

Jihyun worked his tongue against your clit skillfully while you tangled your hands in his soft hair, trying your best not to buck your hips against his face. As he continued eating you out, he slipped a finger inside of you, attempting to push against your g-spot as he pleasured you with his tongue. His groan vibrated against you when your thighs started to push together on his head, your moans filling the air as you could feel yourself come closer to your climax the more he worked against you, "God, Jihyun, please…feels so good," you gasped out. This seemed to motivate him as his mouth worked in a desperate attempt to get you to your orgasm, one of his hands gripping your thigh to keep your legs apart while his other hand fingered you. Your moans became more desperate as you could feel your orgasm building, and after a while of his ministrations you finally came on his tongue, releasing the grip you didn't realize you had on the blankets underneath you. Your chest heaved, breathless from the exertion as Jihyun placed a sloppy kiss on the inside of your thigh. His poor mouth you were sure was covered in a mixture of his own spit and your cum, but he seemed very satisfied with himself and the fact that you had been thoroughly pleased.

"You did wonderfully, darling," he smiled up at you, "Do you think you could do that again for me?" You nodded your head quickly.

"Please, Jihyun, I need you," You breathed out. You were still recovering from your last orgasm but you were craving feeling him inside of you more than you were willing to admit.

"I know, my love" he got up from his place between your legs, wiping his mouth off quickly before positioning himself above you again, hips stationed between your thighs. He leaned over you, grabbing a condom from the drawer and rolling it on with haste. His arms then rested beside your head as he looked up at you, "Are you ready?"

"Please fuck me," your hips moved in an attempt to move against something, already desperate for him again. Jihyun positioned himself at your opening, before pushing himself partway into you, looking at your face to gauge your reaction and let you adjust to his size.

"You're doing amazing," He leaned down to kiss you before pushing himself all the way into your cunt, filling you up just like you wanted so badly. You moaned into his mouth before he broke the kiss. Starting with slower, deep thrusts, his head was dropped close to your neck, his quiet, breathy moans filling your ear. Your arms wrapped around his back as you held him close to you, both of you happily sighing at the newfound pleasure. Once Jihyun realized he could, it didn't take long for him to speed up, causing you to throw your head back at the way he fucked himself up into you, hitting you in the perfect place as his dick brushed your g-spot with every thrust. Your moans rang in the air, he felt so good, there was no way to put it into words. You let profanities and praise leave your lips as he thrust into you, using your fingers to rub your swollen clit, desperate to orgasm again.

"You feel so good," V complimented as he chased his own orgasm, giving you occasional kisses on your lips and neck, "So good baby, come for me again, I know you can," he encouraged. You whined and moaned as he kept fucking you until you felt your orgasm creeping again.

"Please, Jihyun, please ," you kept begging for him. Soon your climax finally hit you again, and you let out a long sigh, thankful for the relief of your hand and finally getting to cum again. You could feel Jihyun come right after, your cunt pulsing around him as he throbbed faintly, still inside of you. The both of you breathed deep and heavy for a minute, Jihyun opting to rest his arms and lay beside you. He pulled your body close to his so you were snuggled up together. Even if you were both sweaty messes.

"You were so good for me, my love. You did so well," he stroked your hair and gave you loving kisses, his thumb rubbing gently over your arm.

"Thank you, Jihyun," you rolled to face him, giving him a soft kiss before nuzzling yourself into his neck, breathing in his scent. You didn't realize how tired you had become, and he felt so comfortable right now.

"I'm going to go start a bath and we can get cleaned up, okay? Don't get too comfortable yet," he kissed your forehead. You nodded in response and waited on the bed until he was ready for you.

Once the bath was ready, V assisted you up off the bed after helping you clean up, and the two of you relaxed in the bath for a while, your back pressed against his chest. You wanted nothing more but to stay there forever. To be able to relax into each other while you talked, brush your teeth next to each other in the mirror, roll around in bed together, fall asleep with tangled limbs, to wake up next to him every morning. To experience anything and everything with him, but especially to live in the little moments you both had.

"I love you so much, Jihyun."

"I love you too."

#jihyun kim #jihyun kim smut #mystic messenger #mystic messenger smut #v smut #v mystic messenger #smut

[iamheadcanontrash-deactivated]

Kinktober Masterlist 🍂

🖤🎃 MDNI - 18+ - NSFW - SMUT AHEAD 🎃🖤

I haven’t posted any yet, these are just what I have planned for next month! Save this page, as I will update it with links when the posts are made! 🖤

day 1: face sitting w/ Azriel

day 2: against a wall w/ Hyun Ryu

day 3: hate/angry sex w/ Eris Vanserra

day 4: praise kink w/ Jumin Han

day 5: begging w/ Cassian

day 6: edging/denial w/ Azriel

day 7: thigh riding w/ Rhysand

day 8: breeding w/ Tamlin

day 9: swallowing w/ William T. Spears

day 10: teasing w/ Jihyun Kim

day 11: vanilla w/ Saeran

day 12: eating you out w/ Ronald Knox

day 13: size difference w/ Wolfram Gelzer

day 14: in the kitchen w/ Saeyoung Choi

day 15: first time w/ Lucien Vanserra

day 16: dirty talk w/ Sebastian Michaelis

day 17: dry humping w/ Yoosung Kim

day 18: sex pollen w/ Bardroy

day 19: face sitting w/ Jumin Han

day 20: against a wall w/ Cassian

day 21: praise kink w/ Tarquin

day 22: eating you out w/ Vanderwood

day 23: first time w/ Azriel

day 24: sex pollen w/ Hyun Ryu

day 25: in the kitchen w/ Bardroy

day 26: hate/angry sex w/ Ronald Knox

day 27: size difference w/ Azriel

day 28: vanilla w/ Tarquin

day 29: netflix and chill w/ Yoosung Kim

day 30: car sex w/ Saeyoung Choi

day 31: vacation sex w/ Saeran Choi

#acotar #mystic messenger #black butler #azriel x reader #eris x reader #lucien vanserra x reader #cassian x reader #rhysand x reader #tamlin x reader #tarquin x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #ronald knox x reader #bardroy x reader #baldroy x reader #jumin x mc #hyun ryu x mc #saeyoung x mc #saeran x mc #vanderwood x mc #yoosung x mc #william t spears x reader #wolfram gelzer x reader

[myuntoldstory]

"😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?" sorry i forgot this and i need it answered :)

mulmary. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

okay no for real. one i think is not harry potter, but a couple of the mysme fics i've written are a bit cringe now. so one, specifically, was where jihyun kim paints a bouquet on lux's (my mc) back. it's not too bad, but it's how i went about it that made it cringe. another was when zen was doing a modelling job and lux comes visit. that's also kinda cringe, just because it was too long and it was clear i didn't know what i wanted to do with the story.

also my first ever attempt at smut that wasn't mulmary and that fic would never see the light of day lmaooo

#replies #jayne #fanfic writer emoji ask

[kaisooficrec]

Do you have any new arranged marriage fics?

Hii yes we've gathered all new and newest arranged marriage fics we'd read since the last compilation, one thing for sure is that this AU is popular and we're eating well hehe:

Supposedly Not a Love Story - fake relationship au. to avoid an arranged marriage with his crazy ex, jongin asks his secretary kyungsoo to be his husband for 100 days!!!

There was nothing (but love) - eight months after their wedding, jongin starts acting weird, avoiding kyungsoo out of nowhere, leaving kyungsoo to wonder why

Far Longer Than Forever - royalty au. prince jongin and prince kyungsoo have been promised to each other since they were kids, having to spend every summer together in hopes to get to know each other and maybe even fall in love

Sweeter (the second time around) - a/b/o. alpha jongin has gotten to a point of his life where he needs get ready to take his father’s place as a CEO, and to do that he also needs to start his own family

kiss. kiss? kiss. - mpreg au. kyungsoo ends up in a arranged marriage with jongin, who he has liked since high school

Fix Me - 100 days my prince meets frankenstein kinda au. in this one jongin is actually engaged to someone else

Essentially Yours - while engaged to someone else, jongin meets kyungsoo at a friend’s wedding

Lose You To Love Me - after jongin and kyungsoo are caught kissing inside a bar by a paparazzi, their fathers decide to arrange their marriage

Lean Cuisine - kyungsoo’s mother is known to play pranks, so obviously kyungsoo thinks she’s just joking when she tells him that in order to save his father’s business he’ll need to marry jongin

Arranged with a Kim - two different personalities / analytical and techy!soo with idol, heir!jongin and arranged marriage between the two where they accept it well ~

the pheromone enterprise - abo au, omega kyungsoo is in an arranged marriage to alpha jongin dur oto business arrangement, the two start liking each other. slow burn, smut

I do... do I? - modern royalty au, the news break out abt prince jongin sleeping with prince ksoo from the neighbouring royal family and they decide the two have to get married to e/o

I do. - continuation to the previous story, after their honeymoon

Dancing in the Kitchen - because of a lockdown, newlyweds jongin and kyungsoo find themselves having to spend their honeymoon at home

blue hour - mermaid au - mermaid!jongin, kyungsoo is in arranged marriage with queen jihyun

Of Shrimp Canapes and Coleslaw - light hearted fluff...with a twist :)) andante vibes anyone?

Bye Bye Sadness (Hello My Love) - abo au, omega kyungsoo alpha jongin with age swap/gap. relationship problem occurs with arranged marriage between them also soo is very clingy. implied mpreg

Contracts and bites - alpha soo is the future ceo of his family as well as omega jongin. both families sign a contract for them to get married but they oppose to it at first

ongoing: (some were last updated in 2020)

Lemons Are Sour But Also Flavourful - just six months before his graduation, kyungsoo gets in a arranged marriage with jongin

Hungry Heart - mafia au in a modern setting, jongin is the mafia boss, slightly inspired by an anime of the same title

sunflower - slow burn, modern royalty au, inspired by jjokkomi’s as you wish

Amidst the Lavender Blooms - modern royalty and college au. this is kaisoo but also kyungsoo-centric with chansoo/sesoo

The God of the Underworld - this is an english translation of a brazilian fic, while this one is not complete, the portuguese one is. mythology au with reflections on life and death.

To Love or To Live - college and mafia au. ksoo goes on a date with jongin...throw in some good 'ole mafia twist :)

Our Love Story - ksoo has to marry the son of one of the richest family in sk but he also has to sign the divorce papers before entering the marriage

I Don't Play the Game - modern royalty au. kyungsoo is a troublemaker prince who seduces jongin, his sister’s fiance in order to end their engagement, but ends up having to marry jongin

head to our arranged marriage previous compilations for more :)

Enjoy!

~ KFR Admins

#kaisoo #jongin #kyungsoo #r:arranged marriage #fic request

[sleepingdeath-light]

last updated ; 07/10/23

listed below is all of the content that I have published on this account for mystic messenger with characters organised alphabetically by first name.

jaehee kang

poly hcs — jaehee/zen + general [here]

jumin han

poly hcs — jumin/v + general [here]

smut hcs — bondage [here]

707 / luciel choi / saeyoung choi

one shot — “//title pending\\” (nsfw)

unknown / ray / saeran choi

smut hcs — gagging [here]

v / jihyun kim

poly hcs — jumin/v + general [here]

yoosung kim

alphabet — smut

zen / hyun ryu

poly hcs — zen/jaehee + general [here]

one shot — “red and the wolf” (nsfw)

#sleepingdeath #mysme x reader #mysme masterlist #mystic messenger x reader #writing masterlist

[lilias300yearhusband]

Here’s my updated rules list. Sorry if it looks bad I’m not good at design.

I WILL block any accounts that are blank or don’t have age in their bio if you interact with me and are under 18. I know you’ll probably read my content anyways but don’t interact if you do, I don’t want to know about miners reading my fics. If you lie about your age then it’s not my problem because it isn’t my job to parent you.

Any character that is under 18 will be aged up for fics. Any characters like Luke or Ortho who look and are treated as young kids will be platonic only and you will be automatically blocked if asked otherwise.

Who will I write for?

Obey Me -

Lucifer (submissive only)

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Solomon

Barbatos

Simeon

Luke (PLATONIC ONLY)

Mystic Messenger -

Zen/Hyun Ryu

Yoosung Kim

Jumin Han (submissive only)

707/Luciel Choi/Saeyoung Choi

V/Jihyun Kim

Unknown/Saeran Choi/Ray

Twisted Wonderland -

To me NRC & RSA are actually collages for talented mages and not a high school so I will write as such. First years are 19, second years are 20, third years are 21 and Leona is 23 (except for Malleus and Lilia)

Heartslabyul

Riddle Rosehearts

Cater Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Savanaclaw

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

Octavinelle

(I will not write Jade and Floyd together in a romantic or sexual setting)

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Scarabia

Kalim Al-Asim

Jamil Viper

Pomefiore

Vil Schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Epel Felmier

Ignihyde

Idia Shroud

Ortho Shroud (PLATONIC ONLY)

Diasomnia

Malleus Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge (both NRC and general Lilia)

Silver

Sebek Zigvolt

Ramshackle

Grim (PLATONIC ONLY)

NRC Staff

(I will write platonic and romantic for both but the reader will be aged up and not the prefect if it’s romantic)

Dire Crowley

Divas Crewel

Mozus Trein

Sam

RSA students

Che’nya/Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker

Neige LeBlanche

While he doesn’t show up in game I am willing to write for Prince Rielle because I love mermaids.

Others

Rollo Flamme

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What will I write?

NB/Male/Transman/Transmasc reader

Transman/Transmasc characters

Top/Dom/Sub reader

Bottom/Dom/Sub character

Fluff

Angst

Smut within reason (I’m open to almost anything just look at what I won’t write)

What won’t I write?

Fem/Transfem reader

Transfem characters (I love my trans sisters but I don’t understand their experiences and don’t think I could write them well)

Bottom reader

Top character

Anything romantic/sexual with Ortho and Luke

Teacher/Student relationships

Anything nonconsensual (consent nonconsent and dubious consent is ok)

Piss or Scat

Vomit in a sexual context (non sexual is fine but it won’t be overly detailed)

Incest

Demoncest

Self harm or suicide (unless it’s canon)

Pregnancy

Diavolo or Ashton Vargas I hate these bastards

Trey Clover, I just can’t pin down his personality

#kinda rules ig #I’m so tired #this will get better #maybe #I’ll try #i’m really struggling #ha

[akimbo628]

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I tagged 1,133 of my posts in 2022

#obey me - 205 posts

#witchythings - 110 posts

#obey me lucifer - 81 posts

#mystic messenger - 71 posts

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4 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me! Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Lucifer/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!) Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Reunited and It Feels So Good, end of season 1, beginning of season 2, Potential Spoilers, Female Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), POV Second Person, Canon Rewrite, Light Bondage, Dom Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, Light Angst Summary:

You underestimated Lucifer’s desire.

Lucifer underestimated your allure.

 A retelling of two forces of nature who reconnect unexpectedly.

4 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

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6 notes - Posted October 31, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

to all the randos who have been sending me sugar daddy offers ever since I changed my icon from that fish from spongebob to my selfie:

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Hi there! If you’re seeing this post it means you’ve found my little corner of the web where I collect my favorite stories. 99% of them will include smut because hoes are gonna be hoes.

I am always down to read a fic rec and will gladly reblog it here if I enjoy it. All fics will be tagged with both the fandom (IE: #stranger things) and the character (IE: #eddie munson) involved in the story so hopefully I can create an easy to navigate library.

Fandoms that will be included in this blog are:

Stranger Things (Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Hopper, Henry Creel/001/Vecna)

The Mandalorian (Din Djarin, Cobb Vanth)

Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Darth Vader)

Star Wars - both the sequels and the prequels (Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker, Kylo Ren, Armitage Hux, Poe Dameron)

The Boys (Homelander, Soldier Boy)

Mystic Messenger (Jumin Han, Jihyun Kim, Saeyoung Choi, Vanderwood)

Possibly Naruto & Bleach (I’m not very involved in these fandoms anymore, but if I find something good I’ll probably reblog.) (Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Madara, Uchiha Obito, Senju Tobirama, Senju Hashirama, Deidara)

Moon Knight (Steve Grant, Mark Spector)

Triple Frontier (Santiago Pope, Frankie “Catfish” Morales)

Marvel (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson)

The Book of Boba Fett (Boba Fett)

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Haven Burning

Jihyun Kim x Reader

NSFW

Jihyun is sorry that he keeps wanting more from you while you're sorry that you can't give him enough, so both of you try to make up for it in your own way.

Words: 3.7k

Masterlist Read on AO3

Jihyun left the front porch light on for you. From up close, you could hear the faint clinking sound of moths bumping into the yellow beacon that shone through the dark. They would shed their wings and die eventually. Already there were husks of the fried bodies on the ground, but more would come still. They never learned. You swiped them aside with your foot and stepped into the house.

The living room was just as dark. You saw the silhouette of Jihyun first, his slouching figure nodding off in the armchair. Strips of moonlight that washed through the windows accentuated the elegant slope of his nose, the delicate swoop of his lashes, and the lustrous turquoise of his hair that stood out like a halo amidst the room's earthy tone. The whole space was a mess, but Jihyun preferred it to look lived-in instead of clinically neat. He liked the comfort of feeling at home, but your personal observation was that he could only feel complete when you were here. He was more himself with your presence. Why else would he give you a spare key you never asked for?

You waded through the scattered pillows and tabbed art journals to get to him. The blanket he used had slipped down the hardwood floor, so you bent down to cover him with it.

Jihyun started awake as you tucked in the corner of the blanket. "You're home," he mumbled, his eyes heavy-lidded.

You stayed in your crouching position and looked up at him. "I'm here."

Jihyun gave you a slow one-over, taking in your frazzled hair and unkempt clothes. "You really are." He offered a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and a hand that you took as he rose to his feet.

Jihyun was still holding your hand when he entered the kitchen. Absentmindedly, you brushed your thumb against the back of his slender fingers, the warm hand you were becoming familiar with. He was uncharacteristically quiet—not that you would know much about his character. He was as elusive to you as you were to him, but your habitual visit here had taught you enough. This was where you always met him. Not outside where anyone could catch you, but here, in the safety of his mess.

When Jihyun released your grasp to hand you a glass of water, you immediately accepted and gulped it down.

"Thank you, I was parched," you said. The liquid hitting your throat was lukewarm, the perspiration around the glass dripping down the floor. It must have been cold when he set it up for you hours ago.

"I'd thought you would be," said Jihyun. His tone was not unkind, but there was an edge to it as if he was holding back from saying more. He kept tugging on his cardigan's sleeve.

"Are you mad?" you tested.

Jihyun blinked, then said with caution, "I don't think there's anything I should be mad about."

"I didn't tell you I would disappear for a while."

"I can hardly get angry at you for doing the same thing I've done before."

You peered from behind the glass. "So you don't have any questions?"

Jihyun looked at you with fleeting sadness that you wouldn't have caught had you not paid attention, but you did. Everything about him was subtleties, so you had come to learn to read between the lines. "Not if it would hurt me."

"Then I will not tell," you said softly.

What hope that he had against all hopes vanished from his eyes. It wasn't clear what you and Jihyun were and neither of you saw the need to define it. You got tangled up with him when your life was in disarray, and he was willing to live in your chaos. He found comfort in your discomfort, so you could not come up with a reason to take it away from him.

The feeling was reciprocal after all. An unreasonable desire for Jihyun locked your knees in place. His love for your destruction became your love for his. There would be nothing left of you if he left, and he couldn't stand to leave you to degrade into ashes. You liked that he was so bound to you that he could not stay away, so the curse went around and around until you couldn't tear his thoughts apart from yours.

You wanted to possess him. No, more than that, you wanted to make a home right behind his sternum and cradle his ideologies in your hands and say, yes, you understood him because he felt like your own skin. You were made of him as much as he was of you. You were the Galatea he chiselled to obsessive perfection, a statue pervaded with the very essence of him that you were compelled to follow him wherever he went.

With the jug that Jihyun had left on the table, you poured more water into your glass and extended it to him. "Here, have one," you offered. "I'm sorry for making you wait up."

Jihyun shook his head but drank the water regardless. "Don't apologise. I did it out of my own volition."

You eyed the puddle pooling around the jug. "Did you prepare this for me every day?"

"I did."

"But what if I never came back?"

"I don't know, I just believed that you would. You never gave me a reason when you leave, so you don't need a reason to come back." Jihyun smiled, and sighed. "At least that's what I tell myself. I don't want to think about the day you stop wanting me."

You hummed noncommittally, eager to end the topic. "Would that day come, I wonder."

Without waiting for his response, you trudged back to the living room and threw yourself across the wide rug. You covered your eyes with your forearm as the steady ticking of the grandfather clock unwound the tension in your body. The last few days had been exhausting; you had been surrounded by people who only sought you out when they needed something. Your favour, for example. Your body, for another.

You heard a rustle as Jihyun knelt beside your head. "You shouldn't sleep here," he said. "You'll wake up with a backache if you do."

"I hate that word. Should. I should mind my health more. I should find a proper place to sleep. I should appease my work partners for everyone's sake. I should be nicer. Don't you think I'm already nice enough?"

Jihyun chuckled wistfully. "By your standards you are."

You lowered your arm and found him looking down at you, his turquoise hair falling languidly across his forehead. He was beautiful in the way the angels told in mythical legends were. All delicate angles and incandescent gleam even when doused with exhaustion. He had an air of perpetual sadness about him, almost as if it was his nature to be melancholic and other emotions were simply passing through.

Your heart twisted at the sight of him. "I know I'm not nice to you, I'm sorry."

"You're nice in your own way. You still came home to me."

"I give you so little."

"Yet it is all you can give, so I understand," Jihyun said. You gently held his cheek and he leaned into your touch by instinct. His eyelids fluttered close and he exhaled, sending shivers up the inside of your arm. "You give me this too. This is enough," he murmured.

There must be something more you could do. "Would you like it if I kiss you?"

"Can I kiss you instead?" Jihyun muttered against your wrist.

Making the first move was a way for him to assuage his guilt for always wanting more from you. Being on the receiving end discomforted him, so if he was the giver, then he couldn't be the beggar. It made him feel less pitiful begging for your attention, and you wanted to put him at ease however you could. All the better if it could also loosen your guilt for not giving him enough.

So you nodded.

At your cue, Jihyun trailed kisses along your inner arm and came up to your lips, placing an elbow outside your shoulder as he bent down to close the space between you. The lips pressing against yours were soft but desperate, kissing you with more force and fervour than he normally retained. He must have missed you, you thought. Though you were aching for more, wanting to arch your back to feel his body on you and to roam your hands free, you would not go further unless he did.

You ran your hands through Jihyun's hair and settled behind his neck. Without breaking the kiss, he swung one leg over and straddled you. His calloused painter fingers grazed the back of your ear and down your neck and collarbone. How many times had he touched you with an artist's delicate appreciation and given more than you had asked?

Yet you could never have enough.

A moan broke free from you as you gripped Jihyun down hard, tongue battling his as you locked your ankles around his hips. His movement grew more urgent, fingers shakily jerking your shirt buttons open before pulling your bra down. He sucked on your nipple while kneading your other breast, his breath harsh against your skin. He held on to you like you were his lifeline and explored your body like you were his. Sometimes, you liked to pretend that you were.

You slipped your hands beneath Jihyun's shirt, covering the planes of his back and the rungs of his spine, down to the waistband of his trousers. His bones were more defined than the last time you touched him, the dip between his ribcage and pelvis more pronounced. The guilt of you being the cause of his lost appetite was too agonising that you ground your hips against his, urging him to take more. Whatever he wanted at this moment you would give.

Your stunt elicited a groan from Jihyun. His hand skimmed down your stomach as he captured your mouth again, each kiss more fervent than before. Every touch of his sent out a line of fire in its wake, intensifying your need for him to plunge his fingers between your legs, to pull out screams from you that only he could. You raised your hips for him, his hand disappearing into your pants and rubbing circles on your clit—before he pulled away with a sudden gasp.

You instinctively chased for his mouth, lifting your head high enough that your foreheads touched. You cradled his jaw and searched his face, but he turned away, though it was not without extreme effort.

Jihyun was breathless when he spoke. "I can't do this to you."

You stared at him, incredulous. "Do what? Something that I want you to do to me?"

"I feel like I'm using you."

"Jihyun." You tipped your head back, your heart still pounding in your chest. "Does it matter if I want it just as much as I want you?"

"It does. I'm sorry, but it makes me feel perverse—like I'm hurting you." Jihyun hung his head low. "You overwhelm me sometimes."

You thought about how his careful passion was what came to your mind when you were in strangers' arms. How he denied himself from feeling pleasure through you, how that frustrated you yet it could never drive you away from him. You could feel the warmth vibrating from his body, his chest still heaving with need. You could smell the faint trace of tobacco that always seemed to linger around him. He overwhelmed you all the time.

"You can't hurt me if you mean well, and I know you do," you said.

Jihyun caressed your parted swollen lips. "I wish that were true."

It was impossible to get to the crux of him, to understand why he felt what he felt. A part of you thought it was unfair that despite his elusiveness, you could only feel your existence validated when you were with him. But here was someone so lovely that he would break himself to savour another day with you. You knew he would take every hurt you inflicted on him, but precisely for this reason that you wouldn't hurt him. He would just take it because he thought it was what he deserved. It made you want to fling yourself over the cliff, but even that you wouldn't do for he would simply follow in your footsteps.

"It's all right then," you reassured him with a smile. You knew how stubborn Jihyun could be, so you stopped trying to convince him. Satisfied, he moved to lie beside you while you rolled sideways to face him.

His eyes flitted to your exposed breasts and gently pulled your bra back up. "I'm sorry, that must have been uncomfortable."

You swatted his hands away when he tried to button your shirt. "Oh, leave it," you said, then reached out to twirl the vibrant strands of his hair. They were soft around your finger. "Your hair is growing longer."

He winced and combed through it self-consciously. "I'm overdue for a haircut."

"I wasn't complaining. You look good like this."

Jihyun seemed taken aback by the manner of someone who had never received such a compliment before. "Is that really how you think of me?"

"You are beautiful. Surely this isn't a surprise for you?"

"It does surprise me. I think of your opinion as sacred, for who am I to be regarded as highly by you? But selfishly, I want to believe you. I can feel your sincerity in your every word, and I want to cling to it," he confessed. "I didn't like myself until you liked me."

What a responsibility on your shoulders. Jihyun's entire worth and sense of belief hinged on someone as unworthy as you. Every time the conversation veered to a personal matter, it was like he pushed a camera up close to your feelings, feelings that you didn't want to pay attention to, feelings you would rather abandon than be overwhelmed with.

You opted for an ambiguous response. "I do like you," you allowed.

Once again, his eyebrows drooped and you could tell it wasn't a response that Jihyun hoped to hear. Why was it that you were this influential to his happiness? The more power you had over him, the more you feared it, but somehow even before you realised what you did, you had already done it to him. You had already broken him, and that broke you.

You lapsed into silence, flipping to your back and clasping your hands on your stomach. Staying at Jihyun's place felt a little like being suspended in time. The grandfather clock was still ticking, and the crickets outside were still chirping. When all the sounds were incessant, they ceased to be noticeable. When you kept doing the same thing, they gradually became meaningless.

That should be the case for everything, but every time you met Jihyun, you felt rejuvenated, new. It was as if he injected something vital into you and suddenly you knew how to be happy again. He didn't even have to do anything to make you better. Simply by existing, he made you solid. Perhaps his whole existence was to make you more of a human and less of a discardable pawn.

After a while, Jihyun propped himself up to his elbow. "Did you know," he asked, "that you're like a controversial artwork that always stirs up discussions because no one can quite figure you out? Even when you're with me, you feel abstract. Sometimes, I wonder if you're real."

You tilted your head sadly. "I feel like an unrealistic concept if you describe me like that."

"Oh, I didn't mean to offend you. I know you have feelings, but have you ever reserved any for me? I don't mind that you don't think of me often." You wanted to interrupt but he waved it away. "No, don't. You don't have to convince me otherwise. I know there's no right answer when it comes to you. I always feel like I'm doing things wrong, yet I can only feel right when I'm with you." He ducked his head. "I don't suppose I make much sense."

"No, I think you make too much sense," you said. Jihyun had crawled into the hollow of your ribs and made a living there without you knowing. It was equally fearsome and ridiculous. "How did you know that's what I'd been thinking too?"

"Did I? Perhaps we were made from the same soul."

"Nonsense. You're a better person than me."

Jihyun hummed while tracing a line down your nose. "Was I the first person you kissed tonight?"

You frowned at his train of thoughts that didn't seem to connect. "I thought you didn't want to hear hurtful things," you finally said.

"Then I'm no better," he stated. "I keep telling myself this isn't right, that I shouldn't be compelled to accept a loveless kiss from you, but when I see you like this, I can't help but feel greedy that only I get to see this honest part of you."

Loveless. It was one thing to deny the truth, but another to have the person you wanted to protect it from to have known all along. You did harbour some feelings for him, but you couldn't admit it was love. Love was not supposed to be this muddled and unsteady.

"Earlier I was abstract and now I'm honest? Do make up your mind," you attempted to tease him. "That person sounds exhausting to be liked."

"Don't worry. I'm doing all the hard work, so you just stay here." After a moment, he hesitated. "You do want to stay, don't you?"

You caught his finger and kissed it. "I come here almost every day, Jihyun."

"I'm constantly anxious that one day you will stop."

You knew what he expected you to say, that of course you wouldn't stop. That he was too dear for you to just quit on him. But how could you know what the future would hold if you couldn't even figure out your feelings towards him? Though you liked his company and the feeling of being liked by someone so full of devotion, how could you truly love him if he never even bared himself to you?

A lot of times, Jihyun felt more like a malleable clay than a person. He would say what he thought you wanted to hear and do what he thought you wanted him to do. He would become every other person on earth except his true self. Perhaps he could only be sure in himself if he was certain that you wouldn't leave, but you could only make up your mind if he could be firm with his. It was a special hell for a codependent pair.

"You'd do well without me," you told Jihyun, but before the words left your tongue, you already knew they wouldn't be true.

"Don't tell me you believe that."

You stared past his shoulders where the bookshelf mounted on the wall was crooked, weighted down by worn-out photography books. He still had art to turn to. Was what it that people say about artists? The more tortured they were, the more soul they could pour into their work? "It's more of a hope than a belief."

Jihyun's expression was stricken. "You hope to get rid of me?"

"No, you got it wrong." You briskly sat up. "Have you ever thought that the person you care about is better off without you? And yet—and yet, I don't want you to leave me." Your voice lowered with your admission. Honesty was what he wanted, so it was what you gave him now.

"Can't you see? I'd be hurting without you." He pulled himself up and sat facing you. "For better or for worse, you've enriched my life in ways that I can't do alone, so please don't leave. This is the one thing I will beg of you. Nothing else, just this." He clasped your hand in his chest, desperation seeping into his words. "If you can't bear to leave me, and I the same, then why should we try? We need each other. I'm fine with being tormented, but not if it means you would be suffering as well. I won't put myself through pain that puts you in more of it."

Jihyun had never demanded anything from you. He never thought he had the right, which made you feel worse for giving him less than he deserved. Nothing about you would ever be enough for his happiness. "You can get better people to fall in love with you out there," you whispered. "People who can actually fall in the first place."

"I don't need you to fall and injure yourself. You don't have to love me, just stay."

You gripped his shoulder. "Don't say that. I care about you too." You wished you could say you loved him, but it was the one word that you couldn't dislodge from your throat.

The smile Jihyun gave you was full of condolences. "All right, I'll believe you," he relented. He must think you were fooling yourself, and he was merely playing along to protect your blissful ignorance.

You knew then, that what you said didn't matter. Jihyun wouldn't believe he meant more to you than a simple passing attachment, that you still wished for his happiness above yours. But did it matter when he most likely felt the same? You never kidded yourself that it was love, but it was something, wasn't it? He made you feel less alone and you made him believe that his life was worth living, and that was enough to hold on to.

You buried your head into the crook of Jihyun's neck and he pulled you into a tight embrace, his arms warm and safe around you. You did not want to let him go—not that he had any other place to be.

It was you, it was always you.

Moths to a flame, the both of you.

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Footnotes:

This story is a concentric catch-22 where every layer of the story is cyclical and no one can get out.

Both sides harbour an unhealthy obsession for the other, hoping that they could love themselves through this idealisation.

Light-related descriptions regarding Jihyun, his physical home, and metaphorical home—which is the reader whom he sees as a part of him—are a motif for the "moths to the flame" idea. The same applies to the reader's flowery narrative. They are both the moth and the flame.

I kept asking myself "is this too mean?" when I wrote this because it's Jihyun and I don't want to make a Rika 2.0. I wanted to give him someone with a softer personality than how I tend to write my MCs, someone who truly wants the best for him but is helpless from getting better. Someone who loves him the way they know how without deluding themselves that this is healthy.

Reader romanticised Galatea from Greek mythology but my personal favourite is the version by Madeline Miller titled "Galatea" where she breaks away from the obsessive Pygmalion. If you like Greek myth retelling, you should give it a try.

Buy me a glass of something that's definitely not coffee because I can't stand it but it is the website's name if my story touches you in some way? No worries if you don't. I'm still grateful you've read all the way through here.

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Tell Me What You Want (NSFW)

Jihyun Kim thought that he might've been experiencing a midlife crisis, which was weird to admit since he was almost always in some sort of crisis, but this one... Well, it was a weird kind of crisis. Weirder than usual.

His mind was racing, his body was shaking, there was a cold sweat forming across his brow, and he was hard when he shouldn't have been- hell, he had already jerked off twice that day and you weren't even home yet.

You had been gone all day, helping Jaehee with a new cake recipe, and you would be back any minute now. You had texted Jihyun about a half hour ago to let him know that you'd be on your way home soon, so you were probably only a few minutes away. He wasn't sure why he was still doing this, knowing that you were going to be back- maybe he wanted you to catch him... 

Yeah, the thought of you catching him like this and riding him until he couldn't breathe anymore as a result was a thought that had the forming bulge in his pants almost hurting.

It felt like his phone screen was taunting him now.

It had started out innocently enough. You had left early that morning and he didn't have anything to do that day, so he'd spent it relaxing. He'd taken a nap after kissing you goodbye, gotten up and taken a nice bath, gone out to photograph and tend to your shared flower garden, went inside and baked some banana bread... And then, once evening came along, that familiar twinge of desire had hit him like a bullet. He'd considered waiting for you to get home and asking you to help him out, but he didn't want to be inconsiderate, and knowing that you'd probably be tired after a long day, he'd decided to take care of it himself.

That had been a bad decision. Again, it had started out innocently enough, some vanilla porn to beat it to, only... That ended up sending him into uncharted territory when one thumbnail caught his interest. A girl that looked a bit like you, sitting above a man that looked a bit like him- if he tried hard enough, he could imagine that it was you and him in the video instead of the actual actor and actress. So, he'd clicked on it, and it had been... An experience. Twenty minutes of that woman tossing that man around, tying him up and doing whatever she so pleased, basically just using him as a personal sex toy while marking him up and yanking his hair so hard that Jihyun thought there might've been a risk of it coming out by the roots.

Oddly enough, he'd found it hot. It had been the hardest he'd ever came from a solo session.

As soon as he'd finished, though, his mind went to you. You'd been dating for years, lived together for a while, but sex had taken an embarrassing amount of time to get to- both of you had been through things and had a hard time trusting, so intimacy was something that had taken longer for you two than it had in other relationships. Trusting someone and letting them see him so vulnerable, letting them have so much control... It had been hard at first. But he'd managed.

Even then, sex wasn't something that happened especially often. Neither of you had high libidos and you were often busy with work, so even after it had finally happened the first time, it wasn't a regular occurrence. When it did happen, it was relatively normal and routine- not that either of you really minded since you still seemed to be discovering yourselves.

He was conflicted now, though.

At first, Jihyun had exited out of that video, telling himself that he'd never think about it again.

Only, he did think about it again.

Hours had passed and he was sitting on the edge of your shared bed, scrolling through his Tumblr where he'd searched specifically for the kinks that were in that video; the dominant/submissive dynamic, the hair-pulling, the bondage, the face-sitting, the praise, the spanking- all of it. He'd gotten off a second time rather easily to all the writings and photos and drawings that came up, and he was still looking through them as he anxiously bounced his leg to get the pent-up energy out.

How would you react if you knew about this? If you knew that he'd been imagining you taking over and dominating him in bed, completely changing your otherwise vanilla sex life, how would you feel about it? Would you think he was weird? Would you find it to be a dealbreaker? He didn't know, and he didn't want to risk it.

Maybe Jihyun was repressed. He'd lived a sheltered childhood and teenagerhood, hadn't learned about anything sexual until his first relationship, which was with Rika. That in itself had been a disaster that he didn't like to think about- she'd always made him do everything, and he'd been so blindly devoted that he hadn't ever really figured out anything about himself or learned what he liked, too focused on Rika to focus on his own pleasure. Those factors mixed in with how abusive and toxic their relationship had been helped in him avoiding sex for another few years, and then... There was you. And throughout the day, he realized that he'd never taken the time to explore his own sexuality, and now that he had, he was scared and unsure of what to do with it.

"Oh, no..." Jihyun cringed, hands shaking as he gripped his phone and stared at the screen. He was suddenly glad that you didn't know about his Tumblr... Or his PornHub... Or his Wattpad... Or any of the other weird apps that he had been on over the past few hours to delve into his newfound kink(s). "I'm not into this, I'm not into this, I'm not- Damn it, I am into this, aren't I?"

"Into what?" You popped into the room without warning, leaning against the doorway with your arms crossed and eyebrows raised. He hadn't even heard you enter the house. As always, you looked phenomenal even though you were only in your pajamas; one of his large sweaters and a pair of cotton panties. You must've gotten them out of the laundry and changed as soon as you'd gotten home.

As smoothly as he could, Jihyun exited out of Tumblr and switched his phone off before plugging it into the charger and putting it under his pillow. He turned to you with a small smile.

Hopefully, the blush he could feel on his cheeks wasn't too prominent- the same went for the undeniable bulge that was straining against the front of his dark pajama pants. He subtly reached for the blanket and pulled it to cover said bulge before addressing you.

"Nothing, love, just ignore what I said. I'm a bit tired."

"Why don't you get some rest then? It wouldn't hurt to go to bed a bit early," Jihyun gave you a nod and crawled underneath the covers, and seconds later, you were turning the lights off and joining him. You weren't initiating anything, and after what had happened during his alone time, he was afraid to be the one to initiate in fear that he'd let certain things slip, so he didn't. Instead, he allowed you to wrap your arms around his narrow waist from behind and cuddle into his bare back... He was just praying for his hard-on to die off soon. "You're so comfy... Good night, Jihyun. Love you."

"I love you, too. Sweet dreams."

~

Weeks passed, and things only got worse for Jihyun, because when did they not? He'd been wanting to talk to you about the issue, but you had both been busy and he was still scared, so he'd invited the only person he felt could help him in this situation over to his house for wine so they could discuss it.

"Jumin," His best friend, Jumin Han always had good advice. Even if he was a little cold, he was logical and practical to combat Jihyun's often irrational and emotional way of thinking, which was always helpful. "I need your help."

The two were sitting on Jihyun's couch, sharing a bottle of wine. The mint-haired man had been too frazzled to bother with glasses, so they were simply passing the bottle back and forth, drinking straight from it. Surprisingly enough, Jumin hadn't commented, only going along with the improper habit of Jihyun's.

"What's the matter? It's rare for you to come to me with any of your issues..." Jumin took a swig from the bottle before leaning forward and setting it down on the wooden coffee table. "This must be serious."

"Well, I don't know if I'd call it that," V gave a nervous chuckle as he nervously ran a hand through his hair. "But let's just say that Saeyoung would be hysterical if he hacked into my phone or computer and looked through my search history like he did with Zen that one time."

"Hysterical as in amused or hysterical as in distraught?" In a rare display of humor, Jumin chuckled and tilted his head.

"Amused," Jihyun answered. "And I haven't told (y/n) about it yet."

"I'm afraid I don't understand."

"I've found some new interests recently," Jihyun tried to be subtle about it, but clearly, Jumin wasn't getting the hint.

"As in...?"

"Kinks, Jumin, kinks," Jihyun finally broke, letting out a sharp sigh as his mint-hued eyes fell shut. He rubbed the bridge of his nose between his thumb and pointer finger. After being friends with Jumin for a good twenty-five years, both men had basically lost their filters around each other, and though they didn't talk about it often, Jihyun knew that his best friend was into some questionable shit- just like he was, even if their interests varied greatly. "I know you know about that well enough, right?"

"Oh, right," Jumin cleared his throat. Jihyun didn't miss the light pink hue that dusted across his cheekbones. "I'm not sure why you think it's an issue. Have you and (y/n)...?"

"Yes... It's been relatively vanilla, though, so I'm not sure how she'd react to..."

"You seem embarrassed."

"I am... And I'm afraid to tell her about these new desires that have come up."

"I'm sure you've thought about it, no?" Jumin asked, placing a hand on the photographer's shoulder- a rare attempt at comfort from him. "You love and trust each other, so it shouldn't be an issue. I'm under the impression that you're overthinking again. You really need to stop doing that... Whatever it is that you've developed an interest in, I'm sure (y/n) will accept you for it."

"Maybe I am overthinking, but..." Jihyun could feel himself dying inside, so he curled into himself a bit and buried his face into his hands. "To make a long story short, I want her to... Dominate me."

"Oh," Again, Jumin cleared his throat. "Well... It seems I owe Zen and Saeyoung some money."

Jihyun blinked at that. Did that mean what he thought it meant? He sure hoped not, but knowing those three, it wouldn't be too surprising...

"You guys made bets on my sex life?"

"If it serves as any consolation to you, Yoosung and Stark were in on it as well. Seems they owe Zen and Saeyoung, too."

Jumin, Yoosung, Vanderwood, Zen, and Saeyoung had already discussed this, as surprising as that was... Apparently, you and Jaehee were the only ones who really respected people's privacy.

"I really hate that Zen and Saeyoung of all people were the ones to figure it out before I did."

"That you're submissive?" Jumin asked for clarification's sake, and at this point, Jihyun thought that his face might've been on fire.

"Yes, that..."

"I still don't see why you're embarrassed about it."

"I'm just a little scared," Jihyun admitted, staring down into his lap. "I don't know how (y/n) will feel. So far, we've had a pretty good balance in bed, and in our daily lives, it's the same. Plus, she's so much smaller than me and she's never shown any particular interest in this type of thing... What if it makes her uncomfortable? What if it scares her? She's always been so protective of me and I'm afraid that she'll be afraid of hurting me while trying something like that in bed."

"My intuition is telling me that it most definitely won't turn out like that," Jumin pulled his hand back and crossed his arms. "She's protective of you when it's necessary, but when it comes to your sex life, it's in a controlled environment, which isn't nearly as intimidating. She'd probably be into the idea, and even if she isn't, she'll appreciate you being open and honest with her."

"You're probably right... I'll try to talk to her. Thank you, Jumin."

"Any time."

~

Another week passed.

Jihyun only continued to discover more and more questionable things that he was into and he still didn't know what to do with the new information despite trying to come up with some way to tell you.

He'd been mulling over it for days, wanting to take Jumin's advice and be open and honest with you, only... That was a lot harder than it sounded. As hard as he'd tried, he hadn't been able to muster up the courage to tell you everything to your face. He feared that, at some point, you'd start to realize that he was hiding something and it would either cause a misunderstanding, or worse (?), you'd grow suspicious of him and dig until you found out the truth.

Jihyun wanted to tell you before either of those things happened, and he thought he might've finally figured out how he was going to do it.

Numerous google searches of things like "how to tell your girlfriend about your interest in BDSM" and "how to bring up kinks in the bedroom" hadn't done him much good either, and he was honestly praying that Saeyoung wasn't going to do that thing he did where he hacked into members' phones and meddled in their search history out of boredom. But thankfully, the subject of phones had made Jihyun consider a new plan... He could do it over text! That way, he could have more control, think about what he wanted to say ahead of time, and not screw everything up like he did with almost everything else in his life.

The photographer was currently stepping out of the shower, grabbing a white towel from the rack and wrapping it loosely around his thin waist. The mirror he stood in front of was large, giving him a decent view of his body from his hips to the top of his head before the counter it was above cut off the rest of his lower body.

Jihyun had never been that confident about himself and his appearance, but you seemed to think he was attractive enough, so maybe he really was (at least in your eyes); pale skin glowing under the cool lighting of the bathroom, face and chest flushed red from the hot shower, mint-hued hair damp and swept away from his face, sticking to the back of his neck. He'd always had a lean, thin frame- not muscular or strong, but active enough to be considered healthy. He could almost see the barely-there tone of muscles' beginnings shifting under his taut skin with every one of his subtle movements.

Maybe now was a good time to text you. You weren't at the house since you were at work and considering your normal schedule, you'd probably be off in the next couple hours. He could initiate the conversation, maybe send a picture and some dirty talk if he could muster the bravery necessary for that, and then he'd have a bit of time to cool off and mentally prepare himself before you got home. Or he could just be upfront about it, and then still take the time to cool off and mentally prepare himself before you got home. Either way, he was afraid of the outcome, but he felt like it was just something he had to do.

He had to get it out of the way.

So, there he was.

Hands shaking, Jihyun picked his phone up off of the bathroom counter. He was getting a million notifications from the RFA group chat, but he didn't bother checking them, only going to his private message thread with you (outside of the RFA app so Seven wouldn't read it... Hopefully.) and typing up a message.

Jihyun Kim: I miss you. When do you think you'll be off work? I wanted to ask you about something...

He didn't want you to get too worried or think it was anything serious, plus he wanted to convey the tone of that "I miss you" properly, so he debated on it for a long minute before deciding that he should send a picture along with the message.

The one he snapped of his body wasn't the most flattering one ever, not by any means, but he figured it would get the job done; a simple mirror selfie, the towel hanging a little lower than it really needed to be- just low enough to put his defined v-line, toned midsection and prominent collarbones on display as well.

>Jihyun Kim sent an attachment!<

Jihyun Kim: Wish you were here right now <3

You'd read the text, opened the picture, and saved it according to the app. A typing bubble quickly followed, and Jihyun's heart was beating so hard that he thought it might break through his chest any minute now.

He struggled to keep the towel secure around his body as he pulled himself up onto the bathroom counter and sat down on the wooden surface, now holding the phone with both of his shaky hands and practically hunching over it as he anticipated your response.

(y/n): 👀 holy shit babe idk what's gotten into you but i'm at work lmao you can't be doing this to me <3

Okay. That was good, and you seemed to be into it. Maybe he could continue like this without even bringing it up directly and get you into it.

Jihyun Kim: 😳 What happens if I keep doing it anyways?

Going in for the final blow, Jihyun hastily threw the towel to the floor and took his hardening cock in one hand, stroking it with gentle fingers until he was fully erect and dragging those fingers until they were loosely wrapped around the bottom. He angled his phone, held it high, and took the photo, careful to include his soft thighs and lower abdomen where that soft patch of mint-hued hair led down to a similar patch right above the base. Squeezing his eyes shut, he sent it.

>Jihyun Kim sent an attachment!<

(y/n): holy shit idk where this came from but you're so hot babe

(y/n): might just have to punish you when i get home for doing this to me while im at work🤔😏

Thank God. You were receiving it well, and you even seemed excited. Jihyun couldn't help but let out a small laugh as relief washed over him... But he was still hard. And you weren't there. Fuck.

The thought of you coming home all riled up from his pictures and storming into the bathroom to take him right then and there, pushing him to the floor and kissing him until his lips were bruised, ordering him around and bouncing up and down on his rock-hard cock until he- okay, maybe he should stop- again, you weren't even there yet, and he still had to respond to your previous texts.

Jihyun Kim: Can't say I'd mind that. When do you think you'll be home?

(y/n): well now that you've said/sent all THAT im omw so

(y/n): ten minutes-ish?

Jihyun shot up at that, standing up from the counter as his mint-hued eyes went wide.

(y/n): see you then <3

He grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist again, tying a knot to keep it there before deciding that it looked ridiculous with his hard-on underneath it and tossing it to the floor. He wasn't even sure why he was so nervous- you'd already seen him naked plenty of times, you thought he was beautiful for whatever reason, and you'd probably be thrilled to show up at the house to find him already hard and waiting, but now the mood felt different and he was growing increasingly anxious.

You were going to be home any minute now.

"Oh, dear... What have I gotten myself into now?"

Jihyun reached into one of the drawers and grabbed a bottle of cologne, giving himself a couple of sprays to complement the soap and shampoo he used, putting on a light layer of deodorant as well. There wasn't much else he could do- he'd already sent you nudes, so putting clothes on seemed pointless if not embarrassing.

Minutes later, you were at the bathroom door, slowly pulling it open and popping your head in with a dorky smile. Jihyun flushed red, terribly embarrassed as you slipped into the room and walked up to him.

He hadn't even heard you come in through the front door.

Before he knew it, his backside was against the bathroom counter, your hands were on his chest, and you were licking your lips.

You leaned up to kiss him, so he reciprocated, tentatively moving his lips back against yours and letting his eyes fall shut.

"Babe?" You questioned between kisses, slowly trailing your hands down.

"Yes?"

"What do you like, like..." You placed your hands on his hips and gestured for him to get up on the counter, so he did. He gripped the corners of the marble surface as you stood between his spread legs and took his hard cock in one of your hands, lazily flicking your wrist. It was a marvel to watch- you were so much smaller than him, and your fingers hardly fit around his length, but you still managed to have more power over him than anything or anyone else with just a touch. "In bed?"

"...In bed?" He questioned, twitching under your touch. He tilted his head back, and you used the opening to stand on the tips of your toes and bless his sensitive neck with a trail of sloppy kisses.

Now that Jihyun could take a good look at you, he could tell that you'd already done some undressing at the door; your shoes were gone, your pants were gone, and you were only in a bra, shirt, and panties.

"Like what kinks are you into?" You asked, but you didn't even let him finish before you were leaning down and pressing soft kisses against the head of his cock, showering it in little kitten licks before taking it between your plump lips and sinking down.

"Oh," Jihyun gasped, struggling to keep his eyes open as he let out a low moan and tangled his fingers in your (h/l) (h/c) hair. Your hands were on his knees to spread his legs further apart, and you were batting your eyelashes up at him, the expression you were wearing terribly expectant. "Oh."

You suddenly withdrew, a pout on your face. Jihyun realized that you were still waiting for an answer to your earlier question. He wasn't sure how he had expected this to turn out, but well- he hadn't expected it to turn out like this, you sucking his dick in the bathroom and luring the information out of him.

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"No, no! I mean-" You were sinking back down, taking him in all the way this time. The tip of the photographer's cock hit the back of your throat as you sealed your lips around him and sucked until your cheeks were hollow, eyes half-lidded. Were you really going to make him tell you about his kinks while you were doing this to him? Apparently so. "I do want to talk about it, I've been wanting to talk about it, it's just that you bringing it up like that was unexpected. I only need a moment to..." Your hand trailed down to massage his balls between teasing fingers. Fearful that he might cum early if he stared at the sight, Jihyun averted his gaze and brought a hand to his mouth. "Collect my thoughts."

You pulled back to talk again.

"Take as much time as you need."

"...I don't know how to put this in any less vulgar terms, so I'm just going to come out with it," Jihyun cleared his throat, placing his hands on either side of your face so he could look you in the eye. "There are a lot of things I'm into that you might find questionable... As in, I want you to do a lot of things."

"You're gonna have to be more specific, baby," You chuckled and tugged at his hands until he got off the counter, standing on shaky legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist and avoided your stare.

"Could you maybe..." This was it. There was no going back now, and Jihyun was terrified, but more than anything, he was excited. "Pull my hair? And tie me up? I really just want you to-..." He cut himself off, swallowing the lump in his throat as he watched you unbutton your shirt. The garment pooled around your arms before falling to the floor, leaving you in only your underwear.

"To...?" With how you were looking at him, he thought that he might've been ready to die right then and there. Maybe this had been a terrible idea after all.

"N-Never mind, this is embarrassing enough, honestly," Jihyun squeaked and raised his hands to cover his face with, only for you to grab him by the wrists and pry them back. "I'm sorry if I weirded you out-"

"Weirded out? Seriously? I've been wanting to ask you about those things for a while, I just... Avoided it because I was afraid you'd think it was weird. This is like a dream come true, Jihyun, but what were you going to say you want me to do?"

Relief.

Sweet, sweet relief flooded through him and was almost instantly replaced by euphoria that began to course through his veins. You were into the same things he was, and not only were you okay with his fantasies, but you were willing to feed into them and give him what he wanted, too.

"I... I really just want you to do whatever you want with me," Jihyun didn't hesitate to drop to his knees and take one of your hands in his, kissing your knuckles and nuzzling into them. "Use me as your toy, my love."

"Fuck," Your voice was breathless as you reached down with a smile and smoothed his hair back. "That's a risky offer, Jihyun. You sure you know what you're in for?"

"Not really, but isn't that what makes it exciting?" The photographer questioned with a subtle tilt of his head.

"You're right."

For whatever reason, you grabbed the towel in one hand, and in the other hand, you grabbed Jihyun by the wrist, dragging him along to the bedroom, flicking the lamp on, and pushing him down onto the bed. You pulled his wrists up and in front of him, tying them together with the towel, which earned you a bewildered stare from him.

"A-Are we doing this now?"

"Are you complaining?" You quirked a brow, almost as if daring him to challenge you.

"Definitely not," Jihyun answered, tugging at his restraints. Considering that his wrists were knotted with a towel, they were surprisingly tight, and he found himself looking up at you with a helpless pout as you joined him on the bed. "Wanna touch you."

"What, do you want me to untie you? So soon?"

"No, just sit on my face," Even Jihyun was surprised at his own language- he usually wasn't so direct, let alone about what he wanted during sex, but thankfully, you seemed enthused by it. He felt like he was going to be driven crazy by the end of the night, though. You had hardly started and he was already hard as a rock, rubbing his thighs together and peering up at you with helplessly pleading eyes. "Please?"

"Since you asked so nicely..." You pushed him so he was lower on the bed before hooking your fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down, revealing your lower body. Jihyun's mouth watered at the sight, sweet arousal taking over his mind as you straddled his face and lowered yourself onto his mouth.

Jihyun didn't hesitate to go for it, delving into your heat like a starved man as he pushed his tongue between your folds and lapped at your juices, delighted to find that you were already soaking wet. The photographer shut his eyes and allowed his lashes to flutter against his flushed cheeks in the process.

You let out a moan of approval, which was immediately followed by you reaching down and threading your fingers through his hair. You yanked so hard that he groaned at the sensation and bucked his hips up into nothing, disappointed at the feeling of cold air against his hard cock but thrilled that he was able to draw another moan out of you when the wet muscle of his tongue was pushing into your entrance, his nose continuously bumping against your clit with every one of his movements.

You began to grind down into his face, and Jihyun allowed it, encouraged it. He wanted to reach up and grab your hips, sit you down on his face even harder, stroke and squeeze your thighs, drive his fingers into you, but the lack of control over the situation was intoxicating to the point where it had him dizzy. Based on the sudden shaking of your thighs and the new tension in your movements, Jihyun could tell that you were about to cum, but unfortunately, the lack of control that he found so exciting was also what prevented him from making any real objections when you withdrew.

To his distress, you lifted your hips and sat back on the bed with an impish grin. Jihyun wanted to reach out and touch you, but his hands were still tied by the damn towel. "You didn't cum," Jihyun complained, sitting up and staring at you, confused. You had been close to the edge and he knew it, so why had you pulled away so soon? Had he done something wrong? Anxiety began to course through his veins, but thankfully, you were quick to reassure him.

"Shush, baby, I just didn't want to finish quite yet," You shushed him, so he stopped, waiting for your next instruction. "Mind taking this off for me?"

You were gesturing to your bra and turning around, so before he even thought about it, he was leaning forward and unhooking your bra with his teeth. The clasps came done without much of a hitch, the straps fell off your shoulders, and the bra was being discarded. You turned to face him again, now fully exposed, but as much as he would've loved to caress the peaks on your chest or bury his face into them, you shook your head no.

"L-Like that?" Jihyun questioned, waiting for your approval as he looked at you with expectant mint eyes. 

Thankfully, you were more than willing to indulge him, so you nodded and kissed the top of his hair almost as if to say good job.

"Mhm... Perfect. Lay back for me, alright?"

"Alright," Jihyun did as you'd told him to and laid back, watching rather helplessly as you put a pillow under his head so he'd be comfortable and pushed his body down so he'd be flat on the bed. 

You crawled into his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, your wet slit lightly grinding over his hard cock. He wanted you to just get on with it, to sit on his dick and fuck him into oblivion, but all of the torturous anticipation that came with the waiting was what made it so exciting. The photographer blinked through the tears of frustration that filled his eyes and threw his head back when you took him into your tight heat in one swoop. You had practically plunged yourself down onto his cock and seated your ass against his thighs as you adjusted.

"Are you okay, babe?" You asked with a laugh and reached forward to wipe a tear that he hadn't even registered the falling of.

Jihyun gave a weak nod, and with that, you continued.

He already felt like he was going insane. You weren't making any significant movements, only grinding your hips down against his to rub your clit against his pelvis. The grinding was enough to make him whine, but not enough to bring him any closer to finishing.

"(y/n)..."

Jihyun moved to sit up, to buck his hips into you, but you were already pushing him back down with your hands on his chest and shaking your head.

"Stop being a brat and stay still."

The mint-haired man did as told, and you rewarded him by lifting your hips and sinking back down. The blissful drag of his cock against your wet, tight inner walls made him turn his head to the side so he could bring some coolness to his burning cheeks with the bedsheets underneath him. You started a steady rhythm, bouncing up and down on his cock. It filled the room with numerous sounds; his gasps, your pants, skin slapping skin, the wet squelch that came from his length pushing through and around your sweet juices with every movement of your hips.

Jihyun wanted to touch you. He wanted to touch you so fucking bad, to hold you close to him and kiss your pretty lips, but the fact that he couldn't do anything was what had him hard and leaking in the first place. So, when the knot came undone, the towel falling to the side, Jihyun froze and looked up at you without making a single move.

"It- It came undone."

"Then keep your hands to yourself like a good toy without them being tied or I might have to punish you," You threatened with a sinister grin that shot another flash of arousal through his body. "And you wouldn't want that, would you?"

"N-No..."

"I never thought I'd get you like this..." You shifted your position so you could bend over his body and kiss his lips, still throwing your hips back against his length- just at a different angle. The pressure felt a lot more prominent now, and that mixed with your lips moving against his had his thighs shaking uncontrollably. "I'm the luckiest woman in the world right now," You looked down at him, and oh God, you were staring at him like he was some sort of masterpiece, nothing but love filling your (e/c) eyes. "Stay still."

"Oh my-!" One particularly sharp bounce had him crying out and hugging his own body with his arms for the sole purpose of keeping himself from touching you.

"C'mon, Jihyun, say my name," You encouraged, tone soft but shaky. 

It was obvious that you were getting close like he was, moans and pants growing progressively louder. You pulled away from his lips to catch your breath and left a trail of hickeys across the expanse of his neck and collarbones, your pace picking up.

"(y/n)!" Jihyun called out, embarrassed at the way his voice cracked, but unable to help it. 

The sound of him saying your name so breathlessly seemed to do it for you because within seconds you were freezing, pussy clutching down around him like a vice grip and body tensing as you came. Watching you shatter and fall apart above him was a sight that he wanted to imprint into his mind, so he stared and listened, taking note of every little twitch and sigh that you gave him.

Jihyun had lifted himself up onto his elbows to get a better view, only for his arms to go numb and his lungs to struggle to catch a breath when you began to grind your hips into his again, your pace a little slower but more thorough and forceful this time.

His nerves were on fire, it was too much, and he was falling onto his back again and raising his hands to tangle through his own hair so he had something to pull at. Little moans left the photographer's mouth, each one increasing in volume. Your pleasure bled into his, and finally, he was falling apart underneath you with a pathetically weak moan, cumming inside of you.

"Jihyun... "

It was intimate, honest, open- everything he'd wanted, and now that he was actually thinking about it, he wasn't sure exactly why he was so scared to tell you about his newfound fantasies in the first place. You loved him and you had always been pretty open about trying new things, so he should've known all along that it would go well.

God... You were perfect. Jihyun lifted himself up onto his elbows again and offered you a lopsided smile, as well as a heartfelt stare.

"You're so beautiful..."

"Just for future reference," You paused, chuckling and taking his face in your hands. "Tell me what you want more often from now on, okay?"

Excited, he offered you a hurried nod.

"Trust me... I have a lot to tell you about, love."

"Well, then... We have all night, don't we?" You sighed and reached forward to massage his wrists, which were red and a bit worn from the towel. "Go ahead and indulge me, love."

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Jihyun Kim "V" x Reader/MC

[*NSFW - A Vampire AU]

Happy Halloween!

From the moment he saw you, he knew...

He wanted you.

You were standing across the gallery, staring at a painting – a quizzical brow and wonder in your eyes. He watched from afar, intrigued by your curiosity, delighted by your beauty; all flushed cheeks and plush lips, breasts that rose and came together as you breathed in an out.

Once, he’d dreamt of immortality, the world prostrating itself by his feet, and gold dripping from his hand. Now, this is his dream; having inane conversations with a pretty human girl admiring his art..

So innocent, wrapped in a flowing sundress, raven hair falling down your back, unaware at the stares from other men – he approached you then, because he had never been one to share things, not when he could have them entirely to himself.

“What is it about this piece that entrances you, so?” He’d asked.

You turned, radiant smile shining just for him, voice soft like spun sugar. “Everything.”

Jihyun, perfect and eternal, does not fully understand the wants endured by humans any longer, nor does he understand their needs.

Impossibly, you teach him these things again; how laughter feels when it bubbles in his chest, before climbing up his throat and pours warmly from his lips when he catches you dancing in his kitchen with his shirt on and nothing else. How your fingers feel entwined in his, and your head rests against his shoulder. And how it feels to have someone trust him without condition; wanting nothing more from him than his trust in return.

You are his, as another has never been – all sparkling eyes and laughter spilling from your lips; a vision he loathes to share with anyone.

But he is not entirely yours. Has not yet allowed himself to be greedy with you in the way he’s wanted to from the beginning – to give into his hunger and desire and taste the sweetness of you.

Instead, he hides who he is and feeds elsewhere; continues to kiss and make love to you and tells himself it is enough.

For a time, it is, until it no longer isn’t and you begin to ask questions about his past, his habits, the friends who have been by his side through centuries.

His curious little bird had suddenly gone and became greedy for him.

In his apartment, the curtains are drawn, but there’s still light from the street – he doesn’t need it and can see your pretty face just fine, but it’s enough for you to make out the difference between the shadows cast and the outline of him.

A hand closes over yours and squeezes your fingers warmly. Carefully, his other arm wraps around your waist as he escorts you to his bed. He sits on the edge, draws you down in turn – settling you down on his lap.

Every time he has you in this way, breathy moans against his lips and desperate hands, he feels himself sinking into you; delighted in the way you caress his tongue with your lips, suckling on it as if you were a kitten lapping at a fresh bowl of cream.

He knows you feel the change – the way his teeth elongate into fangs at the base of your throat, where your pulse flutters like a hummingbird’s wings; strong, steady, enticing.

He fights it.

“Jihyun,” you moan, weaving your hands within his hair, tugging him back to look him in the eye. “Stop hiding yourself from me.”

Your eyelashes flutter again your cheeks curiously, feelings his chest underneath your palm even though you both know what won’t be there: no heartbeat, no rise and fall of breath – pulse still and startingly silent.

Pausing for a moment, you chew on the inside of your lip. It darkens beneath the attention; blood rushing to the surface, and his eyes keenly track the movement.

“I will be yours, no matter what.”

“Darling, you already know,” Jihyun purrs softly. “And you aren’t afraid me, are you?”

Warm eyes meet his and he can’t remember the last time someone else has looked at him in this way, without fear or reservation.

“Why would I be?”

“Silly girl,” he murmurs, drawing his fingers against the small of your back. “What am I to do with you?”

He does not know, for he is willed with equal longing to hold and caress you, as he is to taste you – to savor you.

“Just tell me more,” you swallow, and he watches your pretty throat contract, “about this. About what you are.”

“I can show you,” he coos, lips on your forehead, drifting down your nose, coming at last to your mouth. “If that’s what you want.”

His hand comes to your thigh as you nod your head, cupping it through the shroud of silk keeping you from his sight. Gradually, he tugs up your nightgown, though even once the hem rises enough to bare your flesh, he does no more than stroke the skin above your knee.You tremble and he wounds his arm about your waist and pulls you close.

“You smell delightful,” he growls. “I bet you taste just as sweet.”

His mouth finds yours, at first but a touch of corner to corner. Encouraged, you nuzzle into the kiss, and when Jihyun’s tongue traces the shape of your lips, the rosy curves part. His free hand comes to your chin, tipping up your face.

“Could I have a taste of you, darling? I promise to be gentle.”

“Yes,” you whisper, eyes hazy and all flushed cheeks; perfect and his. “Yes, please.”

“Sweet girl. Always so good to me.”

His lips part, and seal to yours as he feels the shape of your curves, the outline of your waist; tugs the straps from your nightgown down your shoulders, leaving you bare and shivering and nipples peaking softly through the delicate fabric.

His mouth trails away – over your chin now, and along the white line of your throat – there’s a sort of beastly hunger that takes over him, and his teeth close in on it. First, there is pressure, then pain, as his teeth pierce your tender throat and your blood pours free.

He drinks the ambrosia freely as you moan and thread your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer to you, keeping him there as the lusty haze takes over and hips begin to grind against his hardness, seeking release.

Gently, he detaches from your neck, feels the delicious mess as it drips down his chin and you cry out in annoyance, already pleading him to come back.

"Ssssh, pet,” he whispers, hands on your hips as he slowly guides your movements on his lap. “That’s it,” he coos as you exhale deeply and relax at his touch, the slickness of your cunt creating a mess between your bodies.

Blood trickles down your neck, gathering in the hollow of your collarbones, and Jihyun laps at the pool with his tongue. You are burning up, and the demon that hides just under his skin can smell it – and he wants more, more of you, more of this.

Swiftly, he grabs your thighs and flips you around, pushes your back against the mattress and discards of your panties, nostrils flaring at the rich scent of you as he steps out of his pants. Taking his place above you, your thighs part achingly, wantonly, pleadingly, just for him.

The tip of his cock presses against you and he slides it through your folds, slicking himself with the moisture that coats you inside and out. A single thrust drives him to the depths of you, halting only when your passage bottoms out and he can literally go no further.

His withdrawal is swift, though not complete. You gasp, hips rising to follow his. For a moment, he leaves only the head of himself within your folds, indulging in a slow rock that is more torment than pleasure - and then he is fully inside once more, warm walls convulsing around him.

Jihyun grunts - growls - grits his teeth behind lips drawn back to bare his fangs. His eyes are as tightly shut, a bestial sort of rapture.

You grasp helplessly at his arms, his shoulders, his hair, fingers sliding through the silken tendrils and scrabbling instead for purchase on his back. Your nails scrape his skin, and though they could never hope to damage him as his could do to you, he hisses nonetheless.

You wrap your legs around his waist and he, unsatisfied with this, tosses them over his shoulders so that he can plunge deeper still. You are undone – curses, pleas, wordless undulations of devotion.

Abruptly, your nerves are set aflame, heat rushing and muscles tightening; the walls of your cunt lock down on him and moisture floods you, coats him, eases the continued slide of his cock for all that your body is desperate to keep him in place.

Teeth slowly drag along your neck once again, tasting the remnants of the dried blood there. Your body spams the moment his teeth pierce your tender throat again as he feeds and his own hips buck, cock pulsing and twitching as he spills his seed inside you; again, and again, and again until he’s had his fill.

“Perfect,” he praises. “Mine.”

Raspy breaths, dazed eyes, you look at him in wonder – in the same way he had observed you admiring his painting so many months ago.

You bring your hand to his face, thumb brushing his bottom lip as you struggle to keep your weary eyes open.

“For as long as you want me.”

“Fortunate then,” he says lightly, honestly. “As I have no plans of letting you go.”

You hold his face in your hands, running circles over his cheeks with your thumbs, smiling and adoring him as bright as the sun.

He doesn’t move away from you, no, he moves closer still; carefully laying his body beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist as you burrow your nose into his neck.

“For the rest of my life, be it a day or an eternity, I will choose you.”

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[lovehatemysme]

Kinktober 2020 Master List

A Show For You [Saeyoung x MC]

- Voyeurism; Mutual Masturbation

Sleepovers and Morning Surprises [Yoosung x MC]

- Dry Humping in Sleep

The Pleasure is All Yours [Jumin x MC]

- Blindfold; Edging

A Piece of Us [Jihyun x MC]

- Body Paint

An Icy Venture [Yoosung x MC]

- Sensation Play; Blindfold

Play Time [Saeyoung x MC]

- Edging; Hair Pulling

Carnal Desires [Zen x MC]

- Wolf!Zen

Sunday Ride [Yoosung x MC] 

-Thigh Riding

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[fan-fucked]

V x Reader

Okay this one is from my wattpad days so be warned its not the greatest.

reader is female

warning: Poorly written smut, unprotected as well yikes

(Y/N) was sitting in the apartment that had once belonged to the woman known as Rika. She was reading a conversation between Jumin and Zen, they were arguing about cats again.

'Gosh they're like a married couple.' (Y/n) thought to herself and chuckled. (Y/n) had been living in the apartment for about a month now. At the party she meet all the RFA members but only one caught her eye. The one she knew she could never have. V.

When she meet him she fell instantly in love. But she knew he was still in love with Rika and she knew she could never fill the hole in his heart.

After she finished reading Jumin and Zen's conversation she heard a knock on her door. She set her phone down and walked over to the door and opened it. There stood V.

"V-v what are you doing here?" (Y/n) asked surprised. V stepped inside of the apartment.

"Sorry to intrude. I just thought I would stop by and see how you were doing." V smiled causing (Y/n) to blush.

'Why does he have to be so prefect?' thought (Y/n), "Everything's Alright. Would you like something to drink?"

"No thanks. I just wanted to see you" V responded. He had gotten surgery to fix his vision the day after the party.

"Why would you want to see me?" (Y/n) asked blushing.

"Why? Because you're beautiful." V lifted her face so she was looking at him. "I know you probably wouldn't expect this coming from my mouth but, I love you (Y/n)" V leaned down and pecked her lips.

(Y/n) stood there blushing and in shock. 'Did that really just happen?' She thought. Looking in V's eyes she responded, "I love you too."

"Then is it alright if I do this?" V said right before he kissed her.

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around his back and melted into the kiss. She had dreamed of this for a long time. She needed more.

V could sense what she wanted and lifted her up and took her into her bedroom and laid her on the bed, moving on top of her.

(Y/n) looked at V with lust clouded eyes and pulled his sweater off of him  throwing it on the floor next to the bed.

V sat up and removed his shirt leaving his necklace on. He pulled (y/n)'s shirt off of her and threw it on the floor as well.

(Y/n) sat up and wrapped her arms around V's neck and kissed him again.

V slid his hands down her sides and reached around to unclasp her bra.

(Y/n) sat back and slid her straps off and threw her bra of to the side.

V looked up and down at her body. His eyes stopped at her pants. "We need to get rid of those." He said as he gently pushed (y/n) down and removed her pants along with her panties. He then spread her legs apart and slid one of his fingers into her entrance and slowly started moving it inside of her, Gradually adding two more.

(Y/n) moaned due to the pleasure and she gripped on to the sheets.

V pulled his fingers out of her and pulled down his pants and underwear. He spread (Y/n)'s legs a bit more and moved over her and slowly slid himself into her entrance.

(Y/n) wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist moaning.

V started to thrust into her. "I take it this isn't your first time." V spoke in between grunts.

(Y/n) blushed, "You'd be correct..." she looked away.

V smirked, "I guess I'll have to make this your best time." He smirked and started to speed up pounding as hard as he could into (Y/n).

(Y/n) moaned loudly and the only thing that could be heard through the room was the sound of skin hitting skin and moans. (Y/n) tightened her hold on V. "I'm going to cum..."

"Go ahead.." V whispered in her ear.

(Y/n) dug her nails into his back as she came and moaned his name. "J-Jihyun."

V came right after her. He pulled out and laid next to (Y/n) on the bed. "I love you."

"I love you too V." (Y/n) smiled and started to drift of into sleep.

(Yikes)

#v x reader #mystic messenger #reader insert #Smut #jihyun kim x reader