Sweeter than Honey
Pairing: Seongjun x Genderneutral!Reader
Warnings: (All of this is consensual) Knife play, blood play, blindfolds, dom/sub, degradation and praise, older man/younger person (reader is still of age), power dynamics, fingering, slight size kink, bondage
Your life had been in all honesty, suffocating. You were a good child growing up, always following the rules your parents had set, carrying on the habits gathered into your now early adulthood. There was a piece of you that had not been explored, something that in some primal way, you craved to release. Since the age of eighteen, the feeling had simply grown, almost to the point where it became unbearable. Each night you would lay restless, a pillow shoved between your legs as sweat pooled between the folds of your skin- you were a good child, a good adult, but what good was it that you didn’t even know how to cope with your own feelings? Both mentally and physically, were you really grown up?
It had been up to half a year since your parents decided it was time for you to leave the nest, and like the good child you were, you set off to become the upstanding citizen they raised you to be. Each day had been numbing, but you kept a smile plastered to your brave face, while the niggling feeling tore at your abdomen. Release, that was what you wanted. Both in the physical sense, you just wanted to get rid of the ache between your thighs, and mentally too, you wanted to be taken care of- explore the sensations your heart longed to chase.
It seemed as though your prayers had been answered, in the form of a rather dodgy ad online; a place to let go? A business that offered discrete, consensual fun for a decent price? It seemed too good to be true, but here you were, booking an appointment. The website offered a place for you to put down your requirements and rules for the man that they would provide for you, upon application they gave you a location and a set of instructions to follow once the date of your meeting had been reached. It looks like this was really happening, you gulp as you look at the accepted email and the money transfer from your account. Well, no going back now.
Your hands are clammy with poorly dried sweat, shaking digits that you owned turned the cold metal of the door handle. The room that you had been provided with was surprisingly nice, more so than anything you had experienced within your young life. You quietly shut the door behind you and start to strip off your clothing, wearing only the silky white robe that the instructions told you to wear. Sitting on the bed, you sip on a glass of water, trying to cool your nerves; the man that they were sending over should be here soon, you glance up at the clock and notice that you should do the last thing on your list of requirements. You fiddle the soft material between your fingertips, trailing along the fine creases before finally bringing it to your face, tying a knot behind your head and securely removing your vision.
One of the rules of this business was that the client was not allowed to see the worker’s face, you wouldn’t be able to look at the man that was coming for you, let alone his name- this was all mostly to ensure the continuation and safety of the business you presume. You tense up when you hear the door open, force of habit making your body straighten into proper posture. You hear a quiet chuckle, the smoothness and low baritone making you shiver. “Aren’t you a cute thing, hello there, love,” The man murmurs, you hear him walk towards you, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Hello...” You murmur, balling your hands in your lap, “I’m Y/n, you’re the one that’s going to have me?” You ask carefully, feeling your fingers itch to rip off the blindfold so that you can see the person the beautiful voice belonged to. “What a lovely name,” he hums, you feel a large palm rest on the top of your head, gently stroking the soft hairs making you sigh in content. “Yes, we’ll have the whole night together, or at least for as long as you want,” he pauses, his hand still rubbing your scalp, “I’ve read over your papers, and I just want you to know that as soon as you want to stop, just say ‘red’, alright? I don’t want to overstep your boundaries, as soon as you feel unsafe, we’ll stop completely,” you nod, your throat completely dried up. You appreciate his respect for you and your comfort, you guessed he had to since this was a paid service, but you couldn’t help but feel pathetic for the way his assurance makes your heart flutter.
“Good,” you hear the smile in his voice, “shall we get stared then, darling?” He asks lightly, and you nod once more, his presence was enough to make you feel make and unable to respond, even though you could not see his face, this man just had so much power over you, despite only just meeting a few moments ago. “Words, darling, I want to hear you speak,” the low suspiration of his voice relit your nerves, stirring at the deepest point in your belly, you whimper your answer, “Y-yes.” Though hardly a stammer, the man makes a sound of approval, you hope he doesn’t notice how that simple affirmation made you glow. “Take off the robe sweet thing, then lay back and put your arms up,” he commands in a deep rumble, and your body moves to his whim so perfectly, as if you are already his.
The air feels cold against your flushed skin, completely naked and at his mercy, you do as he told you and you feel him wrap a smooth cloth around your wrists, tying you effectively to the bed while skillfully avoiding cutting your circulation. “Uh-uhm,” you fumble, “what should I call you?” The man thinks over your question for a few moments, before answering, “Well, what would you like? I’m fine with anything really, Daddy? Master? Handsome?” He lists off titles you could call him so casually, both making you heat up while also reminding you that this was his job, so of course he wasn’t embarrassed. The man snickers when you stay in confused silence, sensing your struggle to decide. “Don’t worry about it too much, sweetheart, something will come out of you anyway,” he chuckles, running his hand over your tummy.
A quiet gasp is pulled from your lips, from what you can feel his fingers long and slim, aristocratic in their fine ridges. His palms are calloused and envelope your supple flesh with ease, rough skin he bore down on you, you could only quiver in anticipation. “So young and pretty, sensitive too, do you have an owner?” He questions softly, his voice dropping to a rasp as he glides his hand over your chest up to your throat, enveloping your neck with ease as he applies faint pressure. With such airy touches, you still feel yourself becoming lightheaded, something about him was just exciting you so much. “No, sir!” you gasp out when he suddenly puts more pressure around your throat, squeezing the minimal air out of you. He groans quietly, “looks like it, there's no collar around your pretty neck,” he loosens his hold, and you take deep breathes, arousal pumping through your veins. “Poor thing,” he coos, “you must feel so empty with nothing around your throat, a little pet like you needs to be guided, not let free like this,” His voice is slightly exasperated as he pulls his hand away, patting your cheek in a demeaning manner.
You whimper when you feel him getting off the bed, you start pulling at your restraints as keens are wrung from your chest. “Quiet, little one, I’m not leaving you,” he growls, and you immediately go quiet, anxious at your already poor behavior. You hear rustling, you know he was taking out the tools you requested, excitement beginning to make its aching presence known all the more between your thighs. You feel his large body move on top of you, drowning out your, in comparison, petite frame. He separates your legs and rests them around his clothed hips, gently running the rough pads of his fingers over the tops of your thighs, marveling at the softness of your skin.
“Pretty little baby, all spread out for me, such a good pet, how were you not trained before? Or is this all just in your nature, were simply born for this?” he muses, mainly to himself, but his words make you pant softly. “So respectful of your elders, calling me sir,” He smirks, though you cannot see it, there is a sense of superiority rolling from him. Your senses are heightened with your lack of vision, you feel every twitch of his muscles as he shifts above you; you are hyper-aware of his low breath, warm air that washes over you; you drink in the smell of his luxurious cologne, paired with an underlining of smoke- his very scent is expensive, only adding to his powerful position that at the very least, he has over you.
The man shifts once again, before speaking in that rich tone that made your loins scream. “Let’s take a look at you, shall we?” He purrs deeply, when you feel the cold, sharp edge of a blade just barely touching your skin, feathering over your heated flesh and starting a flame in your soul. He runs the blade edge carefully over your stomach, not pushing hard enough to break the skin, but ensuring that you can feel the danger-, the power he has right now. He can hurt you severely; kill you, even, it would just depend on how you acted, or even if he just felt like it. The risk excites you more than anything ever has, you swallow the building saliva in your mouth while the fine hairs on your body prick with his every movement.
“You were a good student, weren’t you? Always doing as your told, never having any fun of your own; just a perfect, obedient little thing,” he stops the blade at the side of your neck, pausing to listening to your shuttering breath before slicing the edge and cutting your delicate skin. You squeal, feeling sharp pain followed by a rush of hot liquid running down to your shoulder. You aren't given much time to think, the man leans in and attaches his mouth greedily to your open wound. You cry out in a high melody, the sound alone making his heart soar as he laps at the ruby red rivulets with hungry vigor. You’re left gasping when he pulls away to once again loom over you, leaving a mix of saliva and blood in the crook of your neck.
“Subservience runs in your blood, it’s in your very being to obey, how else could you taste so fucking sweet,” his strong voice ends in a moan, and in the blinding daze of pleasure and pain, you feel pride in knowing that in your own way, you are making him feel good too. You whine helplessly, “S-sir, please,” you feel your tears being absorbed by the blindfold, dampening the fabric with your sweat also. “Sir, please,” he mimics you in a high voice, mocking your desperation and only making you feel needier rather than offended. “Please what, Baby? Want me to cut you again, huh? Dirty little thing,” he barks out with a laugh, only to then bring the knife down to make fine cuts over your tummy in rapid succession. You yell out, heat pool at your crotch as you feel his mouth follow the blade attack, licking up the small drops of blood. His rough tongue pulls at your sensitive skin, your back arches of the bed as lewd noises are made by you.
“In all my years, I’ve never met a pet that liked being cut up like this, you’re the sweetest bitch I've ever tasted,” He hisses between licks and kisses over your freshly cut skin. “God, you taste so fucking good,” he groans, lifting his head to slam his mouth against yours, forcing his tongue into your wet cavern and taking claim to your person. Saliva drips down your chin, he swallows your squeaking and tosses the knife away. His mouth moves to decorate your collarbones and you wheeze when his massive hand cups your genitals. Your hips rock and jolt with the simple grab, and he pulls away to look at you.
There is something predatorial in his voice when he asks you, you can hear the grin of malice through his words, “Pet, have you ever touched yourself before?” He knew you were a virgin as you had put that in with your rules and warnings, but he didn’t know the true extent of how lacking you were in experience. Choked squeaks mixed with whines are all you can release when you feel the tip of his finger move down to prod at your little hole, you manage to gather yourself enough to answer, “N-no, Sir, n-never to-touch mm’self,” you slur babyishly, your little head slowly emptying. He reaches up and unties your hands, you immediately bring them down to hold his shoulders, feeling the broad muscle stretch and tense underneath his expensive blazer.
“Fuck, completely untouched? Never been fucked or owned? God, I swear I'm gonna fucking keep you,” he snarls, and something in you hopes he isn't lying. “I know this is breaking the rules, but I want you to scream my name when I make you cum for the first time, got it?” he growls commandingly and you mewl your agreement, grinding your thighs together in a meager attempt at releasing some of the growing tension. His laugh is low and sinister, he slaps your cheek, "so desperate, honey, do wanna be touched that bad? Have your pathetic little hole filled to the brim?" You whine loudly, "Yes, please, sir! need t' have you in me!" You squeal, feeling the last strand of your sanity escape you when he shoves a finger inside of you. He moans, "You're so tight, but you fit my finger perfectly, you were born to be fucked, huh, bitch? Aren't you happy to fulfill your purpose?" he grinds out between clenched teeth, his own arousal making his pants feel far too tight. He pumps his finger in and out as you cry and struggle, you are being fucked dumb by the single-digit that you can't even answer him.
"My name is Seongjun, little pet, fucking scream it!" He orders, shoving in a second finger and scissoring your velvet walls open, curling his fingers just perfectly to hit your sweet spot. You hold desperately onto his broad shoulders, using them as an anchor for dear life, your first orgasm pulling the soul out of your body as you scream with the whole of what is left of you. "Seongju!" You wail, writhing and panting, a drool and sweat-covered mess that he has made you, Seongjun feels as though he may have fallen in love. Your body responds so perfectly to his every action, you are rendered helpless with just his fingers. He removes your blindfold and even in your post-orgasm exhaustion, you gasp when you see him for the first time. You have never seen a man so handsome, his slanted eyes bearing down you intensely while a wide smirk decorates his elegant features. Dark strands of his long hair graze his slightly glistening forehead, "Not too tired yet, little one?" He teases, watching you predatorily, and now that you can see him, a new feeling awakens from within you. This is the freest you have ever felt, and you want to experience it to the full.
Flipping yourself over, you position on all fours and look back at him while wiggling your ass invitingly, watching with pleasure at how his face morphs beautifully in excitement and need. "Come get me, old man," you tease, almost breathless but so ready to be fucked. He smiles wide, pearly white teeth flashing like a shark just before it attacks its prey.
"Looks like I have to teach my sweet little pet a lesson," he growls, before enveloping your body with his.
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Crush on female!reader that works for XJ Company ~Romantic~
“Good Afternoon everyone, and welcome to another stream of HoneySongVA. Today I will be showing you how to achieve a higher voice octave when singing”. You’re a singing and voice acting streamer, HoneySongVA, with an astounding 3.7 million subscribers. Everyone knows you joined XJ Company, but in truth the only reason you agreed to work with SeongJun was because of the extra traffic it gave you. You used to have only a million subscribers, but after joining XJ Company and doing some collabs with the members, you received a massive increase in your fanbase.
Unlike SeongJun, you actually like Hobin. However, 244 began to question your “loyalty” to XJ Company when you jumped in front of Hobin so that he couldn’t hit him. “You’re an enemy to XJ Company, but I won’t tell. I’m not exactly innocent myself,” 244 said to you in a private hallway. You thought everything was cleared up, but Hobin was a factor you didn’t consider.
“Why would (Y/N) protect me? Is she trying to trick me?” Hobin asked Snapper. “You should get to know her, gain her trust, and find out more about XJ Company. Meanwhile, I’ll search the internet on her,” Snapper responded.
You received an email from Viral Hit and immediately opened it; the email stating that Hobin was hoping to have a collab with you. After having a temporary freak out, you emailed back agreeing to the collab. Days later the time comes and you start your stream, only to see the chat go wild once seeing Hobin.
“Today I am going to teach Hobin Yoo, our special guest, the basics to singing” “I’m excited to learn what you have to teach me, (Y/N)!” Hobin said with a smile. The views went up to 100,000 viewing the stream. XJ Company and Yoo Hobin Company collabing made your and his fans hopeful to see more like this. The rest of the XJ Company members were shocked but knew that saying something would only cause drama.
What Hobin didn’t expect was for you to ask him on a date. “It’s just a friendly hangout Hobin, why’d you dress up so much?” You’d ask him as he blushed; never had Hobin been so embarrassed. You went to the movies, a theme park, ate some food, went shopping, and then took a walk through the park. “So you don’t like SeongJun? Then why work for him?” Asked Hobin. “The extra viewers help pay for my bills. But, if you do find some dirt on the members, I’ll be forced to leave. I can’t risk my image being messed up because of theirs,” You replied.
Hobin continued to hang out with you whilst calling out other members of XJ Company. Pretty soon he started to develop a crush on you and Snapper finding nothing incriminating about you only furthered his likening towards you. Eventually, you chose to leave XJ Company for your own sake and lucky you, Hobin offered for you to join his company.
Now you spend your days doing videos and streams with the Yoo Hobin Company and having an idiot in romance flirt with you.
“What’s up everybody and welcome to another SSRGaming stream! Today I’m going to be playing Immortal Combat on the hardest difficulty!”. You’re a hardcore gaming streamer with 4 million subscribers. Although you don’t agree with Seongjun’s way of handling Hobin, you still fight for him since the payment is beautiful. After Hobin found out about his mother being on a contract, he invited himself into Seongjun’s restaurant along with the rest of his gang.
When Taehun was getting close to almost hitting Yeonwoo, you jumped in front of him and kicked his hand away. “The legendary Seong Taehun. Are you ready to get your butt kicked by a girl” “I’d die before losing to a capoeira fighter,” Taehun said with a death stare. The tension in the air was high and Hobin agreed to take down XJ Company one by one if it meant getting his mother’s contract.
While Hobin was busy training, Taehun decided to play Taekkwon 7 at his arcade spot. He was pissed off to see you sitting in his spot, playing the game. He tried to patiently wait for you to lose, but with you being a pro gamer, it was inevitable that Taehun would lose his patience. He sat down on the opposite side of you and fought against you in the game. When it ended in a draw, the both of you were annoyed that you couldn’t brag about your win.
“Taekwondo is still the better fighting style” “Capoeira is clearly up to par, if not better, than your silly kicking fight” “Yours is all about dancing!” “And yours requires long legs!” The bickering was endless. Eventually, you both got kicked out for the day because of your argument turning into a fight match.
“By the way, I was just joking about the taekwondo thing. My cousin is training in taekwondo so I’ve been trying to find a good teacher for him. I only said all that stuff because you’re so annoying,” You said to Taehun while walking away. “Hey” “What? Can’t you see I’m ending the conversation here-” “Your cousin can take classes from my dad. But you’re banned from ever stepping foot near the studio,” Taehun said. The only thing you could think in that moment was how you didn’t get to be the one to have a cool exit.
The next day you took your cousin to the address and was greeted by a kind old man. “Ah! You must be the student Taehun was talking about, come in!” His father said. You stayed by to watch the training session, and soon enough Taehun entered and immediately glared at you. “Why are you here?” “My cousin is too young to walk home on his own” “Then come pick him up later” “Why? Are you avoiding me? Scared for a rematch? Anything you can do I can do better”.
While you both were fighting, it was strange. That was until Taehun noticed he was going easy on you. He got annoyed at himself for that. Then, he noticed how you were going easy on him. “Why aren’t you even trying!” “I wouldn’t want to ruin your handsome face,” you said in complete seriousness. “You’re going easy on me too.” “Because I don’t want to ruin your beautiful face- Wait! I didn’t mean that!” Taehun denied the words that left his mouth through and through. You stopped insulting him about taekwondo after that. Somehow, you started to form a crush on this nutjob, it was one heck of a phenomena.
Some days pass of you and Taehun casually hanging out, and after a while Hobin had successfully called out many members of XJ Company. And because of that you left. Now you’re just an independent streamer who occasionally hangs out with Taehun, to the point of having nicknames (though not nice ones) for each other, and becoming good acquaintances with the members of Yoo Hobin Company.
Although you and Taehun aren’t quite there yet with dating, you both know somethings there, you’re just gonna have to grow more before anything else happens.
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