#taeyong sin

[xxyutaa]

nct as horny bfs

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warnings: pure smut lol

authors note: this lowkey took a while 🍷 but here it is ig! as our first post here’s a taste for all ;) ty for reading!! 💗 ≽^•⩊•^≼

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TAEIL usually gets horny in the morning, but he’s not the one waking up first. ever since he admitted to you that he likes when u suck him dry in the morning you’ve been doing it since. plus the sounds he makes are always better in the morning when his beautiful voice is a little raspy and tired and not quite settled yet. fuck he loves the way your throat feels around him, and the way your tongue swirls around him with your slow moves makes him moan louder, not caring if other members hear because he claims; “i’m older than them, they shouldn’t be fazed if i’m with my girl”. but that’s not the only time he’s horny. he can’t help himself whenever you wear tight tops with your cleavage out and bra peeping out a bit, he gets even more stressed when he sees you wearing his favorite bra. “baby you look so good, can i see them without the bra now?'' It's like an invitation for him to suck, eat, and play with you for as long as he wants (which is usually a longgg time). when he gets close, your hands go straight to where you know makes him feel good like his hair, tugging on it making him let out pretty moans. “augh~ baby, m gonna cum”. and when he lets out his pretty white stripes from him he asks you to eat some of it for him. “baby can you clean it a little please? you look so pretty eating me…” and his eyes are pleading with more lust than before.

JOHNNY this little shit figures it out fast. he’s pretty damn smart and very observant so anytime you came to watch a practice he would see how your thighs pressed together, or the way your breath hitched anytime he touched you can and will tease the ever living shit out of you with this information. back hugs are mandatory, at least once a day now, just so he can subtly press his hips against you refuses to fuck you anywhere the two of you can get caught not because he’s worried about getting caught, no he just loves to get you all flustered and then leave you to deal with it until you get home. he makes up for it every time though. stamina? high af tbh i’m talking like 6-7 rounds before he’s done for the night if necessary loves eating you out too, he could do that for hours and doesn’t even care about how much his jaw hurts because the sounds you make are just too pretty for him to stop. it’d be a sin if he gets you too horny in public and you’re wearing a skirt or dress, he’ll get the two of you somewhere crowded and slide his fingers into you just to see how quiet you can be. he feels blessed that you’re so horny all the time because he’s nearly insatiable himself tbh.

TAEYONG is exactly the kind of guy to take over an hour making you desperate and horny for him, enjoying the view of your sensitive body squirming beneath him, craving some kind of release. seeing you like that for him, all just with his words and the occasional well placed hands, boosts his ego to no end, as well as making him literally rock hard. and the sounds you make when you're a hot, horny mess~ lord, he wants to record them on his phone and play them back full volume when he jacks off. honestly, he just wants to record you in general. take a video of you mewling for him. maybe snap a pic from above of you with your top pulled up over your tits, nipples hard, thighs pressing together, and with the most desperate look on your face while he’s with the other members.

YUTA surprisingly doesn’t make it clear enough that he’s horny. it’s almost like he doesn’t give enough of a hint for you to figure it out, or at least that’s what he thinks. you get it, he’s horny, so you take your time making him finally spill out that he wants you to pump his aching cock. and when you do good lord does he praise you. like “fuck princess so good for me”, “shit don’t stop- faster peach, faster” and “take your tits out for me- fuck! so beautiful”. he loves praising you because he knows how much it turns you on. rubbing your thighs in response just gets you wet enough for him to finally lift you (once he’s covered your tits in his cum) and onto the bed where he slips into you so easily, so wet and ready for him. he can be like this for the rest of the day but he’s always so busy that whenever he cums for you, good lord is it a lot. “fuck- look princess, look how much you made me keep inside me. poor me huh baby? cmon one more time let me fuck you” and he always says it so politely you just can’t say no. several rounds later is when he finally stops and admires the work of art on your body, cum everywhere. and one of his favorite things to do is grab his cum and let you lick it off his fingers, eyes teary.

KUN when he feels so tense and pressured gives you many reasons to feel anxious. because you know his favorite way to relieve all that stress is to use your pretty little mouth. He loves the way you lick his big cock with your much smaller tongue. licking the tip gently to tease him and taking him all down making him throw his head back, groaning with heavy breaths. when he’s getting close, you swallow around him, making your throat close tight around him. fuck he loves when you do this, and when he cums he pumps it all over your face. taking a picture when he’s done with you. this led him to obtaining a whole collection of your face, and parts of your body, with his cum, red marks, spit and other things he finds so sexy on you. Whenever you’re away and he doesn’t have you to make him feel better, he gets off at these photos (and videos) and he sends you a photo of the aftermath knowing you’ll send him something back to make him go for round two. eventually his phone rings from you and well, he answers with his cock on display, still aching and covered in cum. these calls are definitely your favorite with him…

DOYOUNG gets really shy when you start being intimate with him, but he really loves it. so much so that when you ask him if there’s anything you can do for him after a concert, he says “mm… there’s this one thing but it’s okay i’ll just go to sleep”. he always does this though and at this point it doesn’t faze you. you get up and straddle him on the bed, hands flying to take off his clothes. “w-what?” he asks stupidly. but you say nothing. he can feel him squirm around you as he doesn’t know where to put his hands. at one point you’re the one pumping his dick, licking his tip and riding him, moaning out of control and cum leaking from him. but before you know it you’re on all fours for him begging and pleading for him to fuck you harder, he fucks deep into you, making you clench the sheets with your hands. “can anyone fuck you this good princess? hmm??”. you can’t even let out a yes or no as you moan and cry into the mattress beneath you. but beside being in the bedroom and in private, he also tends to appreciate you in places like restaurant bathrooms and empty practice rooms, glancing from time to time at the door preparing for someone to walk in. he loves the way it’s so quick, so heated and steamy as he pumps his digits in your soaking cunt, leaving you to moan and whine as he does so (which ultimately makes him moan and whine with you). you end up squirting on his wet fingers as the room fills up with your heavy breaths, then both of you rush to get out of there.

TEN was pressed against the after you pushed him onto it. locking the door before you even thought of touching him. his shirt was pulled off as you kissed down his neck, your tongue occasionally lapping at the soft skin which sent shivers down his spine and his hands clutching to your shoulders in an attempt to ground himself. once getting to his chest, you noticed his puffy and pink nipples poking out, the small little buds enticing you so you just had to give one of them a kitty licks, loving how he would jolt with every wet touch them and let out small squeaks in embarrassment. his hands went up to your hair and gently tugged on the soft strands while whimpering for you to stop, fearing they would get swollen and hurt but you showed no care as you mercilessly sucked and licked them like they were candy, moaning at how responsive his body was with every touch to the little buds. looking up through your eyelashes, you made eye contact as you grazed your teeth against the aroused bud which made one eye closed as a shot of pain tingled across his chest but it only made his dick twitch. "b-babe.." he panted softly, hands leaving your hair to try to push you off but you only held his push against you, not leaving any room for him to escape. pulling away, a string of saliva attached to his nipple to your mouth made him gulp, "yes, baby?" you purred, tongue licking at the perky nipple which made him whine. "can you take off my pants and touch me, please?" he asked, his voice soft and whiny. “of course my love” you smiled before placing a kiss to his nose then unbuttoned his pants, pulling the zipper down to see he wasn't wearing underwear~

JAEHYUN dirty talk. that voice. i think y'all know what I'm talking about literally orgasmic. it's so deep, and smooth, and relaxing in a way that just gets you going. there's just something about it that makes you rub your thighs together. when he presses his lips close to your ear, his voice feels like he's caressing you all over, yes all over. you basically get high off his voice. cloud nine. he absolutely loves to talk dirty to you, telling you exactly what he's going to do to you, how pretty you look with your mouth around his cock, or how you're taking him inside you so well. he's got a knack for choosing exactly the right words, and it gets your pussy dripping and aching for him. he always says about how your pussy feels like it was made for his cock it fits so snug. loose enough that he can fuck you whenever, but tight enough that he has to work for it. but the dirty talk doesn't stop there. he uses that voice of his and those delicious words to drive you closer to your climax, his words getting cruder as his hips get sloppier, praising you to no end. he's not shy about what he thinks. he's incredibly straightforward about it. you're making him fucking horny? he'll tell you. you’re pussy is the best he's ever fucked? he'll tell you flat out while he's pounding into you. he thinks you look beautiful stuffed with his cock? he won't even hesitate. communication IS key isn’t it?

WINWIN doesn't ever tell you he's horny, instead he insists on watching a movie with you. but under the blanket, around 20 minutes into the movie, he brushes his hands against your thighs, inching closer to your pussy. you know what he's doing, but you let him. “baby…can you do me a favor” is what he says before you drop down to your knees on the floor and pull the blanket off him. you want him as much as he wants you. you make sure to suck him just right, I mean you've done this countless times, so you know how he likes it. he can't help but moan for you, letting out pretty noises that go straight to your core. he fists the blanket and sofa beside him, trying his best to not just fuck your mouth right there and then. eventually he cant take it anymore, standing up to fuck your pretty little mouth, making you gag as you take in his lengthy cock. “fuck babe- feels so good!!” he moans. you would reply, but your mouth is stuffed with his cock, twitching in your mouth signaling he's gonna cum. he cums deep far into your throat, telling you to say “ah” so he can see you swallowed it. winwin also can't help but drag you back onto the couch, fisting your hair and telling you “can you take me all?”. you look up at him with glossy eyes and he bites his lip. he flips you over and starts ramming into you. talkin bout “fuck- taking me so good baby” and “you like when i stuff you? when all you feel is my cock in you, making you feel so good?” he mocks at you. he knows you can't even speak right now because all you're doing is moaning into the pillow. he even laughs a little, seeing you take him down your best, just for him.

JUNGWOO is your sugar daddy. his life goal is to spoil and please you in a way nobody can ever do. he is currently in a meeting, but one of the black cards he gave you isn't working and he isn't answering your messages.. you start getting whiney and stomp to the meeting room not caring about all the other people in there. you slam the card in front of him “it's not working daddy!” you puff, he smirks and pulls you on top of his lap and continues the meeting. occasionally he kisses your neck. you whine and sigh moving around his lap trying to escape. “"hmm? what's the problem, kitten?" jungwoo replies as he continues to kiss your neck while talking to the people in the meeting, acting like nothings wrong. you sigh, getting more impatient, continuing to escape. as you continue to move you feel something hard under you.. you know exactly what it is. you look up at him with your glossy eyes and he looks at you smirking. you continue to move to try and tease him. you feel his chest rise up and down, soon enough you feel your mini skirt get pushed up under the table, his fingers moving your panties. you bite your lip as your wet pussy drips onto the floor on his shiny black shoes. you feel his middle finger pump into your sweet hole. you moan loudly causing everybody in the room to look at you, jungwoo looks down at you smirking “what's wrong kitten? everything good?” he teases “y-yes sorry daddy…” you mumble and moan softly. you whine quietly as he pulls his finger away waiting for the meeting to end. “shh my precious baby. we’ll continue this when we get home, be a good girl for daddy and let him finish this meeting and I'll make you squirt, kay~?”.

MARK comes back from practice hot and tired, and he can't help but think of laying down with you, pleasuring you. you'll be in your room, or the living room when he comes and lays next to you, desperately separating your legs. “baby, please” is all he says before you agree to him. he dives right in, lapping at your wet cunt, sucking a little when he feels your hands in his arm. “mmm” he groans into you, sending shivers through your body. he praises you as it makes him feel better, knowing he's making you feel so good. “such a pretty cunt, just for me” “gosh princess, you're soaking..” “taste so sweet…could be here all night long” is what he says to you. he loves looking into your eyes and seeing how your eyelids flutter with his every movement. when you cum, he offers for you to cum on his face (so he could take a picture and save it for himself). he dips his finger into it and tastes it, giving you puppy eyes as he thanks you. mark also gets riled up when he takes you out to go shopping, visiting cute shops. of course you insist on taking him with you to the fitting rooms, where you dress up in cute short skirts and ask what he thinks about them. “damn babe- he says as he cocks his head and stares at you up and down, rethinking if he should've let you wear that in front of him in the first place. you notice his hard cock as he hides it with his hands. “babe- I think we should..” he says before you change back and purchase the skirt. you guys are back home when mark immediately goes to the couch with his hands on the back of the couch behind him. you follow him there before undressing for him. “is this what you want?...” you tease him as you widen his legs apart, standing between them. he basically drools at the sight in front of him. “... you want me with nothing on? is that it?” you say. he feels like he's in a dream. you plop down on the floor, taking his hard cock in your mouth, licking it lightly just to tease him. “augh!!” he whines “please baby, suck it please. i need you so bad…” he's looking at you with those eyes as you give into his requests, sitting on his lap, and taking him all in.

XIAOJUN is near the end of his shower when your in your short pajama shorts and tank top lying on the bed. the aroma of gentle citrus fills the air as he meets you at the end of the bed, gazing at you as he’s in nothing but his briefs on. as he climbs on top of you, he’s whispering to you how much he wants you, no, how badly he needs you. he says he’s had a rough day and that u can help him. so you do. you lay on your back as he caressed your face before kissing your cheek sayin “thank u.” and that’s when he sticks his dick in your mouth. fucking your sweet mouth as he can’t help but moan out how good it feels. “oh my god… so so good my sweet girl. thank u, thank u”. hearing this you can’t help but start to touch yourself, how could you not. you close your eyes and just let the sweet sounds coming out his mouth fill ur ears, it so addicting, the way he can’t just shut up. and here you are, subtly crying and whimpering as he fucks into your mouth faster and faster, deeper and deeper. you think it can’t get better but it does. “let me do it for u my sweet princess…” is what he says before stuffing his fingers into your cunt, fingers slipping with ease as you and him come closer to your high. “let it out baby…” he says as you cum and he quickly takes his dick out your mouth and paints his cum on your pretty tits. “thank u, felt so good baby thank u”.

HENDERY loves imagining what he’ll do to you throughout the day then see you back at home looking all pretty for him. he’ll text you while he’s out about some shit like “make no plans tonight!” or “can we stay in tonight?” just so he can have the excuse to fuck you til you feel like you can’t walk. and on the days where he doesn’t come up with an excuse, he’s usually really flirty throughout the day, telling you how beautiful you are, how your outfit is cute…how you’re making him feel so stiff. you take him to the nearest empty room wherever you guys are. he immediately kisses you heatedly, pulling down his pants, cock so hard cause he knows you want him too. as you touch his cock, his tip aches, dripping precum and you’re barely doing anything yet. he’s groaning loudly like he wants to be caught, so you give him a slap and it tunes him down, but his cock just gets harder. by the time you guys are done, his mess is basically everywhere. all over you, the floor, himself.

RENJUN cant take it anymore when he sees you in the kitchen after dinner time, in those short shorts and your loose off the shoulder tee. you're bending down when he inhales sharply before getting up from the sofa and grabbing your hips. “yes renjun?” you say confused. “c'mere” he sighs, pinning you against the counter. you already know where this is going, but you want to make him beg for it. he touches your waist, looking you in the eyes, “touch me please…it hurts…”. before you can say anything he whines, hugging your waist as closely as he can to you. you reach around him, tugging at his hair. “mmmh..” he moans lightly. “please…” he says again. he drops down to his knees, pulling at your shorts, kissing your thighs as you feel the hotness of his breath, lips, and everything on you. you tug your panties down and he immediately dives into you, sucking on your wetness as he can't stop moaning from it. and you can feel him pathetically humping at your leg, going faster the more he sucks. you yank his head back away as his lips and chin are all wet, drool spilling from his mouth as he breathes hard. “want mommy to help?” you say as he instantly nods his head getting up to stand. at once you pull down his shorts and boxers, slipping his dick in between your thighs. he bucks his hips back and forth fucking your thighs. he cums all over your legs, giving you something to clean up. renjun also gets horny when he's laying in your lap while watching tv, and his view is well, your boobs and cant help but touch them over your shirt, signaling you to take it off. you do as he pleases because you love when he gets like this. he licks and sucks on your boobs as the pleasure hits you, making him love the way you grab onto him. onto his hair, arms, face, everything you can get your hands on. just know if you ever make him feel good, he’ll always return the favor.

JENO wakes up hungry. his dick hard from the recent dream he had about you. he shakes you to tell you, but you're asleep. he feels bad to fuck you when you are sleeping and dreaming so peacefully. he can't bring himself to do it, so he goes into the bathroom and pumps himself. but, he’s imagining it's you, which makes him moan your name softly. you're half asleep when you hear him calling your name. “f-f-fuck…y/n…” he would whine out. “jeno?” you answered him, you hear noises but not your name again. you get up and when you push the bathroom door open, boy is it a sight to see. he's holding his pajama shirt between his teeth, his abs fully exposed, body glistening a little from his sweat. his head is thrown back as one hand grips the counter, and the other holds his cock, tip red and leaking his pearly cum. he's so hard that he had to jack himself off again. and the way he has his glasses on makes you bite your lip as you sneakily walk in while his eyes are closed. you drop down, taking his tip in your mouth. he moans loudly now, knowing he's not gonna wake you up this time. you let go of his hips, giving him the signal to fuck your mouth, so he does, hands gripping your hair as he lets out few groans, breath heavy and panting as he cums in your mouth. jeno also loves getting right behind you while you're washing the dishes or doing something around the house. he loves grabbing your ass and massaging it while he kisses your neck from behind. you drop whatever you're doing because you know how good he makes you feel when he's sucking your wet cunt. lapping at it until you're overstimulated because he just can't get enough. and he forgets about how you must feel because he’s pretty much addicted to your pussy, eating away as his hand plays with your clit. at this point you feel like you can’t even stand anymore, whining at him “please- can't…” but he wants to see you undo just one more time.

HAECHAN is a bratty disobedient sub who LOVES to be punished. whatever rules you have for him, he breaks them and watches with a sly grin as you get annoyed because he knows he's in for a punishment that night. he wants you to absolutely break him and make him cry. dumb him down until he can't think or speak properly anymore, only choked out pleas and moans coming from him. he loves it when you spank him. have him count the spanks and of course he would purposefully mess up right at the end to rile you up so that he could start all over again. he could easily get hard from a couple spanks to his ass and he'll shamelessly cum all over your legs and his chest with a mewl. oh and he loves edging! edge him over and over again till he cries and begs you to stop and let him cum but don't since you know he's faking it. keep edging him until you finally let him cum but don't stop there! keep making him cum till he's overstimulated and his mind has turned to mush. “y-y/n! aah~!! im sorry m-“ before he could finish he slurred sentence you pulled his hair back making him face you. you spit in his mouth and make him swallow it. you could tell he was all fucked out as his eyes were fluttering and all he could do was moan your name. He knew he fucked up. he knew you weren’t even CLOSE to being done punishing him. but did he regret it?

nope~

JAEMIN loves treating you like the princess you are, he’ll do whatever you want him to do whenever. you’ll be out at dinner with friends when you grip his thigh to let him know you want him to fuck the shut out of you. and that’s when you end up in a nearby hotel, fucking in the bed, the shower, even the balcony. he pounds you so good, slapping your ass to take his big cock that you so badly wanted. “such a good girl, taking my cock like a pretty princess” he says while you’re a moaning mess. he would take a pic when you guys are finished, showing your leaking cum and his red tip in the frame (prob gonna jack off to it another time). and boy does he get jealous easily. when you guys are at parties and he sees you taking to another guy he’ll text you shit like, “does he fuck u good?” or “keep talking to him and i’ll fuck u extra hard tonight” and that’s exactly what he does. “jae-“ is all you can get out of you while your body is getting overstimulated by him. “you asked for it, so take it like the slut you are” he says while pounding his cock into you, pressing your body harder into the mattress, reaching your g spot over and over again. and when he cums, he paints your face, tits, ass with it and makes you lick it off his dick because you're his, but that just riles him up for another round. each time he gets rougher and harder, but when it’s over he spoils you like a mf. “do you need anything my love?”, “i’m sorry princess,” he says while kissing you everywhere, “you just feel so good cant help it”. the remainder of the night he’s massaging, kissing your body, and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

YANGYANG and you are hanging out one day playing video games at his place when you guys both decide you're heading to bed. as he’s changing in his room, you walk in unknowingly, seeing him shirtless with his pajama pants. “oh I'm sorry!” you say expecting him to put a shirt on. when you turn back around he’s still shirtless…and staring at you. “yangyang…” you say and you stare at his bare torso, looking at the way his v-line is going so, so, low. you then realize that he’s pulling his pants down. “will you help me sweetheart?” he asks as his thick cock is now in your sight. he tilts his head to the side as you step closer, you bite your lip as you look at his hard, then at him. “go on, suck.” he orders. there’s no way you can’t listen to him right now. the way that he’s smiling and biting his lip, and how he’s combing your hair back already, and how he’s moaning as you take him into your mouth. “f-fuck baby!!” he gasps, not expecting you to take him all down like that. he also likes waking you up, getting in between your legs while you slowly wake up to him eating you out. “yangyang!” you moan as he pushes two fingers into you. “gonna take my fingers then my cock right princess?” he says. you nod your head, pulling at his hair as he pushes three fingers in now. your moans spill out as you cum onto his fingers. “good job sweetheart...” he praises you. “can you take my cock now?” he asks as he taps it on your stomach, biting his lip before asking, “you think it’ll fit?” your face gets hot at this. you look down to see how big he really is. “yes, please fuck me…” you beg. and so he does, ramming into your tight cunt, holding down your wrists beside you to stop you from moving so much. you feel the way he’s twitching in you and he sees the way your back is arching. “cum my sweetheart, let me fill you up.” he says as he lets out a final long moan, each other's cum spilling out of you.

CHENLE is always desperate as ever to please you…and to see how easily he can fall into your touch. always saying pathetic words to you like “please…want u to touch me”, and he says it so softly, stroking your fingers. you nod your head as he smoothly lifts his shirt up, revealing his bare chest to you. he loves being like this, under your touch knowing you like seeing him all helpless and soft. you kiss him teasingly, biting his bottom lip a bit, fingers trailing from his upper torso to his hardened cock. “mm~ want you to play with me so bad…” is all he says before you slide down his pants, fisting his cock, putting the tip in your mouth. he doesn’t last long until he cums on your lips, bringing you back onto his, tasting his own cum. chenle also gets riled up at night. he's trying to go to sleep, but he keeps inching closer to your body. he rubs his hard dick against you, head snuggled in the blanket a bit almost embarrassed. in response you turn over, seeing his face. so beautiful and all tense. eyes shut as his mouth hangs a little open, breathing harder than normally, even hearing little whines. “what do you need my lele?” you ask him. He doesn’t say anything, just brings your hips onto his lap, moving you so you're grinding against his cock. he moans loudly. you pull down his pajama pants and pull your panties to the side, sinking on his cock slowly. you fuck your self onto him, giving it to him good since he’s been good all day. and at this point he’s moaning so much. “such a good boy right my lele?” “doing so good for me hm? gonna fuck you again and again since you want it so bad” is what you say to him as he loudly whines, even tears run down his pretty little face, preparing himself for that overstimulation he’ll feel all night long.

JISUNG is content however you would like to have sex. you want it kinky? he’ll do whatever you ask for. you just want it vanilla? fine with him :)! however you want it he’s fine with it! you guys were currently making out on the couch when you felt his hand squeeze your neck slightly, giving you a signal he needs you. a minute later you're on all fours. lapping at his dick, tracing his veins, kissing the tip, literally anything to make him feel good. “fuck this.” he says as he turns your body around to pound into you. “fuck jisung!!” you let out. “m sorry…” he says as he slowly pumps into you, almost to tease you. “…i can't help it when your so tight for me, just for me.” then he’s really pounding into you. roughly like he’ll never get the chance to fuck you stupid like this again. hes fucking into your cunt faster and faster, he slaps your ass as he throws his head back, letting out a long groan. “all mine.” he says as he lifts your upper body so it’s against his chest. he holds you by your throat as he fucks into you deeper. as one hand is around your throat, the others flicking at your clit, rubbing it quickly. as your body becomes more tired and fucked out, your eyes begin closing, tears rolling down your cheeks as he lets you down, slapping your ass again before giving one last deep pound into you. “m gonna cum, okay?” he doesn’t even bother to wait for a response. he cums into you before watching as both your cum drips down your folds. “mine”.

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Stolen Kisses | Lee Taeyong

Summary:  Sneaking off to have sex is tough with a kid in the house.

Genre: Husband!Taeyong, domestic AU, fluff

Word Count: 0.7k

“Yeah, baby, just like that.” 

Taeyong’s breaths were hot against your ear.

With a pre-schooler in the house, you didn’t have a lot of time to be intimate. Whenever you had the chance, you were on each other like teenagers.

He was lying on top of you, arms either side of your head, biceps bulging with the effort. 

You were lying beneath him, stark naked. Only a thin sheet covered you both. 

You secretly loved sneaking around with Taeyong. It made you feel alive. 

His hips were rocking against yours at a sinful pace. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning. 

It was crazy to have sex at 5pm, when your daughter was down for her nap – but after Taeyong spent the whole of lunch with his eyes gazing suggestively into yours, winking whenever your daughter wasn’t looking, you couldn’t resist.

Taeyong looked at you like he was a starving man, and your body was the only food.

You turned your head to the side. That’s when you noticed two wide brown eyes staring at you from the dark. 

You yelped. 

Taeyong’s body stiffened. He lifted his head and followed your gaze. When he saw what you were looking at, he swore. 

It was Yumi, your four-year-old daughter. Her purple tie dye pyjamas were crumpled, her face was puffy with sleep, and her black hair was a bird’s nest. 

“Mommy, daddy, what are you doing?” 

You froze. This was your worst nightmare - worse than when you walked out with your school skirt tucked into your panties, with the entire high school sniggering at your exposed butt. 

Taeyong smoothly got up from the bed and wrapped the sheet around his lower half. He pulled the duvet over your naked chest. 

Normally, you were calm in a crisis, and Taeyong was the flustered one, but today, it seemed you had switched. 

Taeyong smiled in a way a schoolteacher might. “Daddy and mummy are having some grown up time. Go to your room sweetie, we’ll be there in a minute.”

The little girl looked at Taeyong, and then at you. Then, she shrugged her shoulders, said “okay”, and padded away. 

You didn’t realise that you’d been holding your breath this entire time. 

You exhaled, feeling dizzy. “Holy shit. Do you think she… saw anything?” 

Taeyong smiled softly. “She’s four. Even if she saw something, she’s not going to know what it means.”

You watched him as he put on his grey sweatpants. You admired his lean yet muscular form, and the many small tattoos that graced his skin. You thought about how much you wanted to kiss them, but then your daughter’s face flashed into your mind’s eye, and you grimaced. 

“How are you so calm about this?” 

Taeyong smiled wistfully, eyes staring off into the distance. “This happened to me once before.” 

You frowned. “When?” 

Taeyong pulled his hand through his silky hair. “Um… my ex’s kid once walked in on us, you know… doing it… on the couch. So I know exactly what to say – it’s a grown-up hug, privacy is important, it’s not your fault, blah blah blah.”

You scowled. You knew Taeyong had had lovers before you, but you didn’t like to be reminded of it.  

Taeyong grinned and stroked your arm reassuringly. It was like he could read your mind. He always knew when you were jealous. 

“Come on, momma.” He purred. “Let’s go and reassure our girl, then we can finish what we started.” 

You bit your lip. Taeyong was a hard man to resist.

--- 

After twenty minutes of comforting your daughter, she finally went to sleep. 

You and Taeyong went back to your bedroom, hand in hand.  

You groaned and leaned your head against his sculpted shoulder. “That was so embarrassing. We are never having sex again, like ever.” 

Taeyong chuckled, deep and manly. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, and placed long, opened mouthed kisses on your skin that made your entire body buzz. 

“I’m sure I can convince you.” 

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[jaetaimjadore]

certified taeyong simp at your service, yes, how may i help you on this fine day?

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[myscenic]

Pairing: lee taeyong x 10th member!male!reader

Genre: smut, friends to lovers

Warnings: top!taeyong, swearing, blowjob, cum swallowing

Word Count: 1.2k+

Synopsis: a peaceful photoshoot day at the beautiful maldives island led to a confession and a spicy activity...

𓇼 Note: i felt really dirty writing this😭 you can tell that the opening kinda sucks. and honestly i'm not really good at writing smut, and this is my first one too!

the crystal-clear waters of maldives stretched out before the nct 127 members, a paradise of turquoise hues and white sandy beaches. their hearts brimming with excitement, the members had gathered in the tropical paradise for a highly anticipated magazine photoshoot.

the sunlit sky embraced their vibrant energies, as they embarked on a journey that promised to showcase not only their captivating charm but also the undeniable chemistry they shared as a group.

during the photoshoot, taeyong couldn't help but let his mind wander to the countless times he had fantasized about y/n's body during their practice sessions. the way his sweat-soaked clothes clung to his skin, accentuating every curve and enticing movement, had always been a tantalizing sight for taeyong.

he had often found himself stealing glances at y/n when the other members were too engrossed in perfecting their choreography. taeyong's eyes would trace the lines of y/n's body, from the way his hips swayed to the graceful arch of his back. it was as if y/n's movements held an irresistible magnetism that drew taeyong's gaze.

and now, in this stunning paradise, with the sand beneath their feet and the ocean breeze caressing their skin, taeyong's fantasies were on the verge of becoming a reality. he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through his veins as he gazed at y/n, his body radiating an aura that screamed sensuality.

as the photographer captured the essence of their chemistry on camera, taeyong's mind was filled with thoughts of how he would ravish y/n's body once they were alone. the mere thought of unveiling his bare skin, of tracing his fingers along the contours of y/n's figure, sent shivers of excitement down his spine.

with each click of the camera, taeyong's imagination ran wild, painting vivid images of their bodies entwined in a sinful dance of pleasure. the thought of hearing y/n's moans, of feeling y/n’s nails dig into his skin as he fuck y/n on the bed, was almost too much to bear.

but for now, taeyong had to contain his longing, to wait for the opportune moment when they could both give in to the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them. as the photoshoot continued, he couldn't help but to think about what they could do with each other later.

"okay, that's a wrap for this set," the photographer called out. "let's take a 15 minute break and then we'll move on to the next location.”

taeyong took this opportunity to approach you, his gaze intense.

"hey, i want to show you something," taeyong said, breaking the silence between them. he grabbed y/n’s hand and led him away from the set, towards a beautiful spot on the beach he found earlier.

"where are we going?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"you'll see," taeyong replied, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

as he arrived at the spot, y/n couldn't help but gasp at the beauty of it. the crystal-clear water lapped at the shore, and the sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow over everything.

"it's beautiful," y/n said, turning to taeyong with a smile.

"just like you," taeyong replied, his gaze intense.

before y/n could respond, taeyong closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to y/n’s in a passionate kiss. taeyong’s hands roamed around y/n’s body, squeezing and groping him as he deepened the kiss.

"t-taeyong," y/n moaned, his hands tangling in the taller’s hair.

taeyong pulled back, his lips trailing down to y/n's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. he nipped and sucked at his collarbone, marking y/n as his own.

"i've wanted to do this for so long," taeyong whispered, his breath hot against y/n’s skin.

"then why haven't you?" the shorter asked, his voice trembling.

"i-i was too shy," taeyong admitted, "too shy to ask you out."

"but i don't care," y/n said, his hands reaching down to cup his bulge. "i want you, taeyong."

taeyong's breath hitched as he rubbed his dick through his swim trunks. he groaned, his hips thrusting forward.

"fuck, y/n," he moaned, his hands reaching down to grab y/n’s ass.

he pulled him closer, grinding his dick against his hips. y/n could feel the heat radiating off of him, and y/n knew he was ready for more.

"get on your knees, now," taeyong commanded, his voice low and needy.

y/n did as he was told, sinking to his knees in the sand. taeyong's cock was already hard, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks.

"suck it," taeyong said, his voice rough.

y/n reached up, pulling his trunks down and freeing his cock. it was thick and long, and he couldn't wait to wrap his lips around it.

y/n took him in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head of his cock. taeyong groaned, his hands reaching down to tangle in the lower’s hair.

"f-fuck, y/n, you're so good at this," he moaned, his hips thrusting forward.

y/n eagerly took more of taeyong's cock into his mouth, his lips stretching wide to accommodate him. he could feel the thick veins pulsing against his tongue, and the salty taste of pre-cum oozing from the tip. y/n moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down taeyong's spine.

taeyong's grip on y/n's hair tightened, pulling him in deeper. y/n could feel his cock hitting the back of his throat, but he didn't resist, instead he relaxed and let taeyong take control.

taeyong's thrusts became more insistent, his hips moving in a steady rhythm as he fucked y/n's mouth. y/n could feel his own cock throbbing in time with taeyong's thrusts, precum dripping down his shaft.

taeyong's breathing became more labored, his moans growing louder. y/n could feel his cock swelling in his mouth, and knew he was close.

"i'm gonna cum," taeyong warned, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

y/n moaned in response, the vibrations sending taeyong over the edge. he came hard, his hot cum filling y/n's mouth. y/n swallowed eagerly, savoring the taste of him.

taeyong pulled out, panting heavily. y/n looked up at him, his lips swollen and red from the rough treatment. taeyong reached down and kissed him gently.

"you're mine now," taeyong whispered against y/n's lips. "mine forever.”

"break time's over," a voice called out, breaking the silence. "everyone gather and let’s move on for the final shoot."

y/n and taeyong quickly cleaned up, their bodies still tingling with love.

"i can't wait to do this again," taeyong whispered, his lips brushing against y/n’s ear.

the shorter smiled, heart racing with excitement.

"me neither," y/n replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

the final shoot went off without a hitch, and y/n couldn't help but steal glances at taeyong, his mind still reeling from what had happened.

as the day came to a close, y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for what was to come. he knew that this was only the beginning, and he couldn't wait to see where things would go with taeyong.

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[xomakara]

Inked By You

SUMMARY |  You're best friends with Johnny and have had feelings for him for awhile. You think he's only attracted to you because of your tattoos but it's so much more. PAIRINGS | Johnny/Fem!Reader GENRE |  non-idol au, college au, friends to lovers, smut, unprotected sex, oral sex, dirty talk, fluff towards the end RATING |  Mature LENGTH |  10,114 words AUTHOR’S NOTE | This turned out longer than I expected LOL. So in this one, all the members I mentioned are the same age lolol. I hope it makes sense. Does it make sense?? I feel like my writing style has been wonky lately.

“Those are real, aren’t they?” Johnny asked you as he leaned against your bedroom wall. Taeyong and Yuta were lounging on your bed before joining the party that was going on in your living room. Johnny was looking at the various tattoos that were on your left arm.

You and Johnny have been best friends since your freshman year of college. Although you both have very different personalities and interests, there was one thing that kept you close together: partying. It's your last year of college and despite all the stress from studying and taking exams, you still got together every now and again to do what you all did best.

Drink, dance, and make memories.

Johnny is wearing a silk button-down shirt and black slacks. And then there was you in a tight mini skirt and a one-shouldered top that accentuated your figure and showed off your tattoo sleeve.

You looked good.

Even though it wasn’t what most people would consider a typical Friday night out, you, Johnny and other mutual friends seemed happy enough as you stood in front of the mirror checking out each other.

That was until you caught Johnny staring at your body with an expression that suggested he wanted more than just a quick look. The silence between you both grew awkward and uncomfortable until you finally broke it by saying, “What? Are my tits distracting you or something?”

He snapped out of his trance with a surprised look on his face, causing you to smile. He quickly apologized for staring, but said that he was genuinely interested in your ink. You nodded in response, knowing exactly what he meant by that. There was no denying the amount of attention you always got when wearing a low-cut top or a revealing dress. Your tattoo sleeve was another story though. People either loved them or hated them.

Despite the interest from many men, you never really considered getting any more tattoos after you finished your sleeves because, frankly, your current ones turned heads even if you wore a burlap sack. It wasn't uncommon for you to get double takes from people you knew as well as complete strangers when walking around town. On top of that, you didn't want to mess up the awesome artwork that had already been drawn onto your skin. Your current sleeves represented some of your favorite memories, which you didn't ever want to lose. So while others spent thousands of dollars on inked bodies, you got yourself beautiful pieces of art that couldn't be taken away.

Still, you couldn't help but notice how excited Johnny appeared whenever he saw you in your sexy outfits. As far as you could tell, he never missed an opportunity to stare at your tattoos, or check you out whenever you walked by him. Sometimes you would catch him ogling you in such a way that you felt like he wanted to rip off your clothes right there in public. Of course, there was no way he'd actually do anything like that. He wasn't that kind of guy.

Besides, you knew for a fact that he had a girlfriend who also attended the same college as you. They had been dating for about a few months, so she was obviously important to him. Still, whenever he caught you wearing something tight or sexy, he couldn't help but show off those sinful eyes of his.

With everyone gathered in yours and Taeil's living room, you tried to ignore the eye candy standing across from you as you and your friends continued to talk about meaningless things, like where you should go for dinner later tonight. You weren't even sure why you brought it up. Maybe you were bored, maybe you were drunk, or maybe you just needed something to keep your mind occupied. But whatever the reason, somehow the conversation ended up on the topic of sexual partners. When it comes to sexual encounters, your friends tend to live by the motto: if you haven't had sex with anyone, then you're not having fun.

You hadn't given much thought to that phrase until Jaehyun wiggled his eyebrows at you. "We all know that Y/N has fun doesn't she?"

You rolled your eyes, a smirk on your lips. "I've been told I have a knack for keeping people entertained."

"She can entertain me anytime!" Ten shouted. "Have you seen her ass in that red dress she wears?"

You couldn't help but laugh. That comment got everybody else laughing too.

"Anyways," You muttered before clearing your throat and turning towards Taeyong, "How many women have you slept with?"

Taeyong glanced over at Yuta and grinned, "Four, but it's probably more. Do you need me to give you a count?"

Taeil let out a small laugh before replying, "Four isn't bad. Don't think I'll ever get that high, although the number would probably increase if Yuta would stop trying to fuck everything that moves. Especially anything that moves."

You burst out laughing, followed by Yuta who laughed even harder. Eventually Taeil joined in, as did Jaehyun, and everyone else that was listening.

“But back to the question at hand,” Taeyong spoke up once he was able to calm down. He looked over at you, “how many men have you slept with?”

Johnny grabbed a bottle of beer from the kitchen counter and took a swig of it. He looked at you curiously.

"Well...if we include Jaehyun, Doyoung, Mark, Hendery and Renjun..." You counted, the men you called out looking at you for a brief moment before going back to whatever they were doing. "Five. But hey, who's counting? Sex is sex."

That answer seemed to satisfy Johnny, although he continued to watch you carefully. You noticed that he was taking an interest in your tattoos again. You shrugged it off as you and your friends continued talking, however your heart began to beat faster when you realized that he was no longer looking at your tattoos. His eyes were locked on yours.

"Hey guys,” Jungwoo called out to the rest of your group, waving a hand in front of their faces. “Who wants to get more beer and food with me?"

Thank you Jungwoo, for your timely interruption. You weren't sure how long you could last with Johnny staring at you. In fact, your knees started to feel a little weak when he cleared his throat to gain your attention. It was almost like he was daring you to say something. Something inappropriate, to be exact. But you had to be strong. After all, he was with his girlfriend.

"Uh, yeah," You replied, forcing a smile onto your face. “Let's go get some food and drinks."

You turned around, ready to follow Jungwoo into the kitchen. You paused for a second to take one last look at Johnny, and saw him watching you intently. You smiled sheepishly before stepping inside the kitchen to join your friends.

You turned around to see Johnny coming towards you. He didn't speak for a minute, so you waited patiently. "So, have you had fun yet?"

Your brows furrowed. You expected him to ask you if you were enjoying yourself. Instead he was asking you a completely different question. You wondered what this was all about, so you replied, "Of course I'm having fun! Why wouldn't I be?"

Before he could respond, Xiaojun called out. "Yo, Johnny! Jieun is here."

Fuck. Johnny's girlfriend.

You sighed inwardly as you watched him walk away with Xiaojun to greet her. If only he wasn't dating someone you actually knew. Then maybe he'd pay you the proper amount of attention. 

Oh well. No use thinking about it. 

You shook your head and focused on your friends. You hadn't seen them in awhile, so you welcomed the chance to hang out with them again. Plus, the alcohol helped to loosen your tongue, which allowed you to ask some of the questions you had been wondering about for quite some time.

"So, guys," you said, pouring some vodka into a glass. "Is it true that Renjun hooked up with someone last week?"

Renjun choked on his beer. You covered your mouth to hide your laughter. Kun let out a loud groan. Haechan let out a loud chuckle. Even Taeyong chuckled quietly.

You couldn't believe that they were being so open with you. It was like you were part of the group, and you liked it. You weren't sure if they realized that, but you were grateful nonetheless.

As soon as you saw Renjun regaining his composure, you spoke up again. "So, how many girls have you banged so far?"

Mark snorted. "Including you? Like eight or nine."

Kun guffawed. "More like twenty."

A shocked expression formed on your face. It was funny to hear their numbers compared to yours, but even funnier was hearing their reactions. Their reactions made you realize just how ridiculous their answers were. For example, Kun's claim that he had fucked more than twenty women in his lifetime was preposterous. However, you didn't dare bring it up.

Renjun shrugged. "I dunno. A lot."

Mark nodded. "At least ten."

Jungwoo scoffed. "No fucking way. Five tops."

"Bet none of those girls were as good as Y/N." Jaehyun reminded them, giving you a look. You rolled your eyes as he continued to talk. "And to everyone at this party that had sex with her, admit that she was good."

"I admit, I'm a good fuck." You shrugged, a small smirk on your lips. You nudged Jaehyun's shoulder. "Now shut up."

You all stared at each other for a minute before bursting out laughing. The alcohol was definitely starting to hit you hard, making you forget all about Johnny and his girlfriend. All that mattered was that you were surrounded by friends, having a good time, and drinking.

It wasn't long before Ten, Taeil, Mark, Kun, Haechan, Taeyong and you were sitting on the floor, passing around beers and shots as you waited for Jungwoo and Yuta to return with the food. And even though you were tipsy, you managed to hold your liquor fairly well. Until you drank the tequila shot you took right before going to get more drinks.

“So, Y/N.” Haechan drawled out, looking at you intently. You glanced at the tequila in your hands, your vision getting hazy. How much have you actually drunk so far?

“What?” you asked, shrugging. “What are you talking about?”

Haechan frowned. "You okay? You look wasted."

"Yeah, you look wasted Y/N." Taeyong said, as he put his drink down.

Your vision was getting worse. You felt dizzy. Your body was hot, then cold, then hot again. Fuck, you were going to pass out if you kept this up. You reached for the bottle of water next to you, holding it tightly against your chest. You closed your eyes for a second, concentrating on slowing your breathing. You managed to slow it down a bit, but you still felt lightheaded. Before you knew it, your vision blurred again. When you opened your eyes, you found everyone staring at you. Except for Taeyong. He was standing in front of you, looking very concerned.

"Taeyong." You whispered, unable to form any words. He held out his arms, inviting you to step into them.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you to bed." He said gently.

"Y/N." Johnny stepped forward, his face showing concern. His girlfriend laid a hand on his arm, suggesting that he stay put. "Are you okay?"

You nodded and stumbled, reaching for the couch, only to find it further away than you remembered. Without thinking, you leaned against Haechan instead. As you dozed off, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer.

"Johnny, what's wrong?" The pretty girl next to him muttered. "Is everything alright?"

Johnny watched from the corner of his eyes as his friends helped Y/N up from her drunken stupor. Was she okay? "It's nothing, Jieun."

"I hope she's alright." Jieun muttered, arms still clinging to him. "She seems so drunk."

"Don't worry about her, babe." Johnny assured her. "Just relax and enjoy yourself."

"Why are you always protecting her?" Jieun released a soft sigh.

"Because she's special to me." Johnny answered simply. 

He gave her a small smile before turning his attention back to his friends. He really missed the opportunity to spend time with his friends and Y/N.

He sighed. Of course he missed her. Even though he hadn't been able to spend much time with her lately, whenever they were together, they always had fun. She was kind and caring. Whenever they hung out, he felt a sense of comfort wash over him. It wasn't until tonight that he realized how lucky he was to have her in his life.

In the beginning, it was all easy. They met at a party thrown by their classmates. Since Johnny had recently moved to Seoul, most of his friends struggled to communicate with him. So when his friend Jaehyun told him about the event being held by another foreign exchange student, he figured that it would be a good chance to meet new people. Little did he know that meeting Y/N would change his life forever.

They hit it off instantly, flirting shamelessly. They had no problem joking around and teasing each other. At first, it had been innocent, simple conversations, whether it was about the weather or their favorite movies. They stayed as friends since Y/N was currently in a relationship, but every once in a while, they still got together to hang out. On those occasions, they spent their time watching movies, going to karaoke bars, eating out, and shopping. They had mutual friends who always seemed to drag them along to the hottest clubs and parties.

Those times together were always memorable. He remembered the time when he helped Taeil and Y/N find an apartment together since they were going to be roommates. There were nights where Y/N had gotten sick from drinking too much, falling asleep on Johnny's chest. Or times when he found himself helplessly straddling Y/N as they snuck into his apartment. He never questioned the level of their intimacy; after all, Y/N was a beautiful, smart, and sweet girl. In return, Johnny was respectful of her relationships with other men.

But the thought of Y/N with anyone else made him physically ill.

For several months, things continued this way. Eventually, they both became more serious with their respective partners. When that happened, they had trouble finding time to see each other. The good news was that they'd grown closer, becoming each other's best friends. During those moments when they saw each other, they'd always make sure to give the other person plenty of affection. It was obvious that neither one of them wanted to lose their friendship. Still, it was difficult not to get hurt every now and again.

Johnny would often ask himself why he didn't act sooner.

What stopped him from telling Y/N how he truly felt? He knew that he was attracted to her, especially after seeing how they interacted together. She made him laugh, genuinely enjoying his humor. It was impossible not to notice how sexy she looked when she was laughing at his jokes. Plus, she smelled amazing. When he breathed in her scent, it reminded him of chocolate. Or strawberry ice cream. Something sweet and fruity that melted his heart every time he inhaled it. But still, he kept his feelings bottled up inside.

Today was no exception.

Seeing Y/N dress in that mini skirt and that top that accentuated her figure, he had to try hard to stop himself from kissing her senseless. Heck, he knew she had tattoos but at the time, there were only a few. Now she had a whole sleeve of them. All over her left arm. Most of them seemed quite intricate and detailed, depicting nature scenes, symbols, even people. She had an incredible eye for detail and, based on her art, Johnny guessed that she had a lot of patience. It was one of the many reasons why he loved hanging out with her. They could talk for hours, even if they had absolutely nothing in common. There was always an instant connection between them, almost as if they were two halves of a whole.

Johnny glanced over at Jieun, his current girlfriend.

No.

Just the girl that he’s currently just sleeping with.

Jieun was pretty, don't get him wrong. She had short hair and bright brown eyes, delicate features and a slender frame. But when compared to Y/N, she didn't stand a chance. Compared to her, Y/N seemed like a goddess. Y/N was tall, slender, toned in all the right places. She was tan, and had long, black hair that she often ran her fingers through. Not only did she possess all of the qualities that Johnny desired, but she also had a personality that stole his heart. For years, he had been silently pining for her. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't deny the fact that she was perfect for him.

But no matter how much he liked Jieun, he could never forget Y/N. The truth was that Y/N was just so different from everyone else. She never hesitated to show her true self, whatever that meant. Whether she was crying over a sad movie or dancing ecstatically at a club, he knew that she wouldn't lie to him or hold anything back. Her honesty made her extremely endearing. She was funny and carefree, and unlike some girls, she had a positive outlook on life. If it wasn't for Y/N, Johnny doubted that he would've made it through all the crap he went through during college.

No doubt, Johnny had fallen for her. But he refused to act on those feelings. To do so would be unfair to Jieun, despite them not really dating. More importantly, Y/N deserved someone better than him. Someone who actually appreciated her beauty and unique traits. She deserved someone who loved her unconditionally and showed it in every aspect of their relationship.

Johnny watched as Jieun struck up a conversation with the other party-goers. His attention went back to Y/N and how drunk she looked earlier. He wished that he could've done something to prevent her from embarrassing herself. Y/N was the last person he wanted to hurt.

The next thing you remember was waking up on the couch, your head resting on someone’s lap. Haechan was still sleeping soundly, and so were all of your friends except for Yuta. He was leaning against the wall, eyes closed. Everyone looked so peaceful.

"Ugh, my head." You moaned as you sat up. "This hangover is going to kill me."

"Can I get you anything?" Taeil asked, coming out of his bedroom. He looked around the living room, noticing that the people who didn't make it home last night, were all passed out on the floor or on the couch.

You rubbed your forehead, getting up and padding towards the kitchen. “Coffee, please.”

He handed you the mug and a pack of Advil. "Are you feeling better?"

"Just peachy." You replied sarcastically. "Not at all.”

Taeil laughed. "Don't worry, you'll feel better tomorrow."

As soon as he walked back into the living room to wake everyone up, you finished your mug of coffee and padded into your bedroom to freshen up. You went through your closet, trying to figure out what to wear. You needed to dress casual, since you planned on spending most of the day lounging around the house, drinking coffee and playing games. Unfortunately, you couldn't decide between wearing sweatpants or shorts. Finally, after much deliberation, you chose to pair leggings with a gray tank top. Once you were done, you wandered back into the living room to wait for everyone else to wake up.

You didn't need to wait too long. Before you knew it, Taeyong and Renjun joined you at the kitchen table with cups of coffee. Mark rubbed at his eyes, sitting up from the couch, Haechan stirred next to him.

“Where did you two sleep?” You asked Taeyong and Renjun, curious.

Taeyong gave you a pointed look. “Like on the floor. At least Yuta was against the wall.”

You grinned. "I'm surprised no one took over my bed."

"I'm surprised no one put you to bed," Yuta muttered as he joined the group.

"Haechan was hogging her on the couch." Mark sleepily muttered.

"I was going to help her to her room but then I got sleepy and she was sleepy," Haechan yawned. "So we both passed out on the couch."

"Who didn't go home last night?" You asked Taeil.

"Mark, Haechan, Renjun, Taeyong, and Yuta." Taeil replied. "Oh. Ten and Kun passed out on my bedroom floor."

“Haha. Let's go get breakfast once they wake up. What should we do today?” You asked the group of hungover men.

“Eat breakfast. Drink more coffee. Play video games. Whatever you want.” Kun shrugged, coming from Taeil's bedroom. He stretched and yawned loudly. “Today is a free day. We can do whatever you want."

“Okay, sounds good. Can I shower first?” You asked, rubbing your eyes.

“Of course. Don't take too long. We're waiting.” Taeyong smirked.

“Whatever.” You replied. You slowly trudged upstairs to your bedroom. Once you were inside, you stripped off your clothes, letting them fall to the floor. You slid under the warm spray of water and scrubbed your hair vigorously. Soon, you stepped out of the shower, toweling off your hair and wrapping the towel around your body. Then you pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and an old, faded red t-shirt. Once you were ready, you padded downstairs to grab your purse and keys.

Once you returned to the living room, you found everyone waiting for you. They all sat around the living room, sipping on their morning coffees.

"Alright, let's go get breakfast." You declared happily.

"Good idea." Yuta agreed, getting up from the couch. "Let's not waste another minute here."

"We don't need another minute." Mark commented, looking around the room.

When you arrived at your favorite restaurant, everyone piled out of the car, stretching and yawning. The restaurant was fairly empty, save for the employees. So, when the owner came up to greet you all, you smiled.

"Morning! Glad to see my favorite group of hungover college kids." She beamed, her arms wide opened.

You stepped into her arms. "Morning mom. Can you feed us now?"

"Anything for my favorite daughter." Your mom kissed your cheek, ignoring your comment that you were her only child. Your mom looked at the rest of the group. “Now what can I get for you hungover kids?”

“Your egg sandwiches, auntie.” Taeil muttered.

“Coffee.” Mark yawned. “Lots and lots of coffee.”

“Can I get toast, bacon, and fries, auntie?” Renjun asked.

"Oh, god, come on." Taeyong groaned, sitting down at a nearby table. "Just give me some coffee and bacon, I'll be fine. Please auntie."

After you placed your order, you settled down at the table, joining your friends.

"Why are we meeting here every morning?" Yuta yawned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Because it's close to campus, you get free food and you know my mom loves you all." You shook your head, helping the staff pour everyone coffee or orange juice into their mugs and cups. You made your thanks, the staff smiling.

"One of the perks of being Y/N's friends," Kun laughed. "Free food from her mom's restaurant. Lucky us."

"True that." Taeil nodded, finishing off his egg sandwich. "Man, I love her mom's sandwiches."

"She makes the best ones." You agreed, stealing a fry from Renjun's plate.

A few minutes later, the rest of the food was delivered.

"Can I have your bacon and eggs?" Taeil asked, pointing at your plate.

You raised an eyebrow. "Do you really think you deserve to eat someone else's bacon?"

"Doesn't hurt to ask." He grinned, grabbing your plate. "But you can always share."

Everyone chuckled as you shoved a fry into Taeil's mouth.

"So where did Johnny end up going last night?" You asked suddenly. “I really didn’t see him last night. I mean I saw him before I passed out.”

"He didn't stay long." Mark answered. "Around midnight, he left with Jieun."

"Ah." You frowned. "Makes sense. They never stay long whenever I'm around."

"They probably just wanted to spend time together." Kun explained. "Jieun and Johnny were really cute together. She followed him everywhere he went."

"Did you ever tell him that you liked him?" Yuta asked you suddenly.

"What?" You blinked. How did Yuta know about that?

"You did flirt with him a little." Renjun reminded you. "At least, that's what I saw."

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes. "It was barely any flirting."

"Come on Y/N," Mark shook his head. "Johnny was staring at you the whole night before Jieun came."

"It's the tatts, Mark." You replied. "He was asking me about them earlier."

"Seriously though." Yuta continued. "If you like him, why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I thought he'd never notice me." You sighed, knowing that there was no way to escape the converstation. "I'm not the type of girl that guys usually like."

"Really?" Mark raised an eyebrow. "There's nothing wrong with you."

"It's the tatts, huh?" Taeyong muttered, looking at your tattooed arm. "I mean, I love a girl that has tatts."

"Guys will always find something to complain about." You nodded your head. “But thanks for that Taeyong.”

"Well," Renjun interrupted, chuckling slightly. "There's nothing wrong with your tattoos."

"Yeah." Haechan agreed. "They're pretty cool."

"I agree." Ten smiled. "And sexy as hell."

You blushed, ignoring everyone's laughter. But it wasn't long before you were in a conversation about your tattoos again. About how pretty you thought they were and about how unique each tattoo was. It felt good, having such amazing friends that were willing to talk about your ink. You knew it would probably never happen with other groups of guys you hung out with. Not because they didn't care, but because they were afraid to offend you. Which is why you weren't surprised when the subject turned to sex.

It was always sex with these guys.

Why were you friends with these sex-crazed guys?

"So..." Taeyong started, shooting a pointed glance at you. "Are there any guys here you want to bang?"

"Hear me out. I know he has a girl and I know someone's going to beat me up for saying it or even thinking of it," You decided to just tell the truth. You looked around biting your lip, making sure your mom didn’t hear you. "Johnny. He seems like a good fuck."

"Damn," Haechan raised his eyebrows. "Y/N and Johnny would be hot, to be honest."

"No shit." Renjun nodded. "They'd be the hottest couple on campus."

You rolled your eyes and laughed with the others. You and Johnny? If only that was possible.

He still has a girlfriend after all.

The days passed quickly. After hanging out with the group for breakfast, you usually went off on your own, doing homework or just spending time alone in your room. But one day, after lunch, you decided to join your friends again. This time you met up with Taeyong, Doyoung, Winwin, Xiaojun, and Jaemin.

You sat at the table, eating as everyone told you stories about who they hooked up with last night. You rolled your eyes when Taeyong started telling you about his drunken hookup with a girl named Minah.

"Drunk sex?" You scoffed, giving him a look. "Really?"

"Don't act like you haven't done that." Taeyong narrowed his eyes. "With as many times as you had drunken sex with Doyoung."

"Please don't bring that up. Every time you guys mention it, I feel bad." You groaned as Doyoung sputtered on his food. You reached out and patted his back. “But admit it Doyoung, the sex was good.”

"We don't mention it!" Taeyong responded to you, rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s reaction. "It's not our fault you're always horny!"

"Shut up. Just shut up." You threw your napkin at him, the others laughing.

You were surprised when the next person you noticed looking at you wasn't Xiaojun or Doyoung or Jaemin or even Winwin. Instead, it was your very handsome friend, Johnny. You didn't even know he would be here. He was out with others that were in his classes.

His dark brown eyes met yours across the room. There was something about the way he stared at you that made you blush. Your cheeks were hot. Even your ears felt hot. Why was this guy looking at you so intensely? And so much?

“Is there a reason why you’re staring at Johnny so much?” Xiaojun asked, leaning back in his chair.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. “Um…”

"She wants to fuck him." Jaemin muttered. "Renjun told me the other day."

"But then again, what girl doesn't want to fuck, Johnny?" You asked, shrugging your shoulders. "Jieun is one lucky bitch."

You tried not to look at him anymore. Because whenever you looked at him, your stomach would flip. He was just too beautiful. Too sexy. Too perfect. It didn't help that he was already famous for dating the popular girl. Not that you weren't popular.

No wonder every single girl kept trying to hit on him. You included. You've been fighting the urge to kiss him since you met him at that event you hosted with Mark for the foreign exchange students. But he still had a girlfriend. A serious girlfriend.

Yet, here you were, constantly looking at Johnny like he was a piece of candy that you desperately wanted. Or maybe like you were salivating at the sight of him. Yes, that sounded more appropriate.

Like you wanted to eat him alive.

You wanted to suck on his lips. Suck on his tongue. Slap his hard cock against your naked pussy.

God, you wish you could touch him. Touch his face. His arms. His chest. Hell, just touch his skin. To see if it was as soft as it looked.

Or if it was rough.

Maybe Johnny likes rougher sex than the girls he normally slept with. What do you know about him, huh? Nothing. And yet, you keep imagining yourself with him. Imagining how it would feel to lay beneath him, letting him fuck you from behind. Thinking about how incredible it would feel to take his load all over your face. Or maybe deep inside you. The possibilities were endless. You just couldn't seem to stop thinking about him.

Your friends didn't know about the way you fantasized about him.

At least, they hadn't said anything. Yet.

"Ah, fuck." You let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Doyoung gave you a concerned look. “You okay, Y/N?”

You nodded in reply.

You were seriously losing control. That was a first. For as long as you could remember, you had been able to hold yourself back from acting on your urges. The fact that you had no self-control around him should've made you realize you shouldn't be with him. It should make you run away. But instead, your heart yearned to feel his body pressed against yours.

Why? You wondered. Why did you keep wanting him?

You took another bite of your salad, listening to your friends talking amongst themselves. And once again, Johnny’s name was brought up.

“Yeah, I heard he spent most of the weekend with Jieun.” Xiaojun said casually.

You sighed softly, hoping that he wouldn’t ask any questions about it.

The next week was rather uneventful. Since it was your last year of college, you have stayed late almost every night studying or doing homework. Sometimes, if your apartment was occupied, you would go to Hendery’s, Jeno’s or Yangyang’s rooms and study there since they often partied, playing sports or going to the gym. So you were surprised when Wednesday afternoon found you walking back to your apartment alone.

As you approached your building, you noticed Johnny standing near the front doors. Of course he was there. No doubt he had been waiting for you.

His posture screamed 'alpha male'. All six feet one inch of him stood rigidly, like he was prepared to strike at any moment. And the muscles in his arms and chest were clearly defined under his tight black shirt. Damn. You wanted to get closer to him, to see if those bulging biceps were real.

You swallowed nervously. How does a girl like you even get a chance to meet the guy that every other girl wants? What makes you different from all the rest? You were one of his best friends that's for sure.

You watched as he began talking to someone. A girl. And she seemed to respond well to his attention. She smiled as he leaned down to speak to her. She giggled. She touched his arm lightly. She probably thinks she's special. Probably thinks that he's interested in her. As if.

But he looks happy. Smiling. Even talking to her. Ah, this must be Jieun, the girlfriend. She was actually really cute. Much prettier than you expected her to be. Short hair cut in a layered style. Brown eyes. And a small nose.

The way his gaze lingered on her for a few moments longer than necessary, she seemed to be flattered. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around his waist and squeezing him tightly. Her head resting on his shoulder as she gazed at him with longing. It was then that you realized that he was completely oblivious to your presence.

What was wrong with you? Why are you watching them like that? Why can't you turn away? God damn it! Stop acting like some sort of pervert.

You cleared your throat. Maybe he won't notice you if you ignore him. It worked the last time. Didn't it?

But to your dismay, he did.

"Hi Y/N!" He said cheerfully, looking up and meeting your gaze. "I've been waiting for you."

Oh god.

"Hey Johnny," You forced yourself to say. Your voice came out low and shaky. You struggled to find your words. Suddenly, you felt like an awkward teenager again. Like your face was on fire.

Johnny nodded towards Jieun, causing her to frown slightly. Then he shot you a mischievous smile. "Let's go up."

It took everything you had to push past him and enter your building. Thankfully, Jieun left before you reached your apartment door. You were grateful. You didn't need her prying questions right now.

Inside your home, you stood in the living room, suddenly feeling extremely nervous. Taeil wasn’t home yet, so you felt a bit nervous that you were left alone with Johnny. This had never before. Why all of a sudden were you feeling nervous in front of your best friend?

"Do you want a drink?" You offered nervously. "A soda or water? Wine?"

"A glass of red wine sounds nice." He replied without hesitation.

Relief flooded you as you hurried to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. Thankfully, you had stocked the fridge earlier that day.

When you returned to the living room, Johnny was sitting on the couch, sipping his wine and watching TV.

He's so gorgeous. Why does he have to be so goddamn beautiful?

"So..." You started awkwardly. "How have you been?"

"Same old, same old." He shrugged. "What about you?"

You frowned. "Nothing new. Apart from hanging with the guys.”

He glanced at you quickly. Something passed between the two of you. Something strange. Something exciting. You squirmed in your seat, trying to focus on anything else besides the way his eyes smoldered at you. You felt like your whole world was going crazy. Everything around you became fuzzy. The way his voice sounded. The way his muscles flexed underneath his clothes. The way he gazed at you. Oh god.

Fuck.

Stop it. You chided yourself. This isn’t happening. Don’t give in to him. This is bad. Really bad.

“I’m glad we finally got to hang out tonight.” He said after a few moments of silence.

“Me too.” You replied, trying to sound nonchalant. “I mean, I guess I haven’t seen you since you’ve been busy with Jieun.”

Johnny nodded thoughtfully. “True.”

"You never talked about her." You pointed out quietly.

He grimaced. "We don't really talk about her that often."

"Do you like her?"

"Who?"

You exhaled sharply. "Jieun. Do you like her?"

Johnny furrowed his brows. "Why do you ask?"

You hesitated, wishing you hadn't brought it up. "Well...you look pretty happy when you're with her."

He smiled briefly. "It's complicated."

"Are you two together?" You questioned. "Is that why you always sit with her during class?"

"Well, we're definitely close." He said simply.

And then, he was silent.

“Isn’t she your girlfriend?” You blurted out. “Shouldn’t you spend time with her instead of me?”

He cocked his head to the side. “No, we’re not together.”

“Really?” You felt relieved. Thank god.

Johnny laughed. “Of course. We aren’t dating. We’ve slept together a few times but we’re not dating.”

You breathed a sigh of relief. Good. At least he was being honest. You tried not to think about what kind of relationship they had. What kind of relationship they had had. But you couldn’t help but notice how they interacted with each other. The way they looked at each other. How they held hands.

“Was my best friend jealous?” Johnny peered at your face, a smile on his lips. “Because I could swear that you were staring at us.”

“I was not!” You denied. “There was nothing to stare at.”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t try and deny it.”

“No, I’m telling the truth. There was nothing to stare at.” You insisted.

“Sure there was.” He grinned, taking another sip of his wine.

“Trust me. There was nothing.” You responded forcefully. “There was no reason for me to watch you and Jieun together. You weren’t kissing or anything.”

“Really?” His expression grew serious. “What if I asked you to kiss me right now? Would you?”

“Fuck, Suh.” You burst out. “That’s impossible. You know that, right?”

“But would you want to?” He persisted. “Would you kiss me right now if I asked you?”

“I…” You stopped.

How the hell was you supposed to answer that question?

This conversation was turning into something you never expected it to be. Was it really just a friendly request or something more?

And what would your friends say if they saw you two making out in the middle of the living room? If they saw you grinding against him on the couch?

“God dammit.” You groaned, slumping back onto the couch. “Johnny, what the fuck are you doing to me?”

“Hmmm?” He peered at you curiously.

“Why does this have to happen?” You groaned, trying hard not to panic. “What are you trying to do to me?”

He gave you a playful smile. “I'm not doing anything to you.”

Your shoulders slumped in defeat. “Then why am I feeling this way?”

“Because you want me.” He replied simply. “Because you’re attracted to me. Because you can’t resist me. Because you feel something when I look at you.”

His confession sent shockwaves through your body. You sat motionless on the couch. Unable to comprehend what he just told you. Unable to believe him.

“Are you attracted to me too?” You whispered. “Is that why you keep looking at me?”

Johnny stared at you silently for several seconds. Then he grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently.

“Yes. Yes, I am.” He confirmed.

You gaped at him.

“Really?” You repeated hesitantly.

“I'm not lying to you.” He assured you. “I want you. I want you so badly that I can barely breathe sometimes. But if I tell you that, will you run away? Will you break our friendship because of this?”

“No.” You answered instantly. “No. I’d never do that. I wouldn’t even be able to think straight. Not to mention the fact that the guys would kill me.”

He chuckled. “Why’s that?”

“They know that I have a thing for you.” You admitted. “They see the way I look at you. They tease me about it all the time. I guess it’s easier for them to accept it if they knew that I’m attracted to someone who likes me back. Someone who I can be myself around. That’s why they won’t mind if we date. As long as I’m with someone who accepts me.”

He grinned. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“So…what should we do?” You asked tentatively.

He raised his eyebrows. “About what?”

“Um…this.” You gestured towards yourself. “This attraction between us. It seems like we both want it. So…is it possible that maybe we could…I don’t know…do something about it? Maybe meet up somewhere private? Or at least have sex. In my bed? On your couch?”

Johnny’s eyes lit up. “You want to have sex with me?”

“Fuck, Johnny.” You ran your hand through your hair, noticing his eyes on your tatted arm. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” He murmured huskily. “Like I'm going to take you upstairs and rip your clothes off? Like I'm going to shove my cock inside you and fuck you until you scream?”

You moaned. Fuck yes. That's exactly what you want.

“Don’t you want to?” He pressed. “Don’t you want me to make love to you? To touch every inch of your skin? To lick your nipples and suck on your breasts?”

You bit your lip.

“Fuck. Please stop talking. Just fucking fuck me already.” You moaned, unable to contain your arousal any longer.

He smirked. “All right. All right. But just to warn you. I plan on treating you like the goddess that you are. Every part of your body is going to feel good to me. I’ll make sure you come over and over again.”

A fire ignited within you. This is exactly what you needed. Exactly what you wanted. The idea of getting fucked by him sent a thrill throughout your body. You loved hearing him say those words to you. Words that only a man like him could utter. And knowing that you wanted to have sex with him didn’t hurt either. It made you feel incredibly desirable.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do.” Johnny said softly.

“Do whatever you want.” You replied breathlessly. “Just please. Make me cum.”

He chuckled. “If that’s what you want.”

You nodded eagerly. A devilish grin formed on his lips.

He stood up from the couch. Grabbing your hand, he pulled you up from the sofa. With one swift move, he tossed you over his shoulder.

He strode quickly towards the staircase. You shrieked, clutching at his shirt tightly. You kicked your legs wildly, desperately trying to escape from his grip.

Johnny was much stronger than you realized. Within seconds, he had thrown you down onto your bed. With one quick movement, he jumped on top of you. Your heart thundered against your chest.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours. Kissing you fiercely.

Your body responded instinctively. Your pussy throbbed, begging for attention. Your nipples hardened beneath your shirt, yearning for a hard squeeze.

As his tongue probed into your mouth, his hands slid underneath your shirt. Pushing it up and off your shoulders.

His warm fingers trailed over your skin. Sending chills throughout your entire body. His lips trailed down your neck, licking and sucking at your sensitive flesh. Every single movement was driving you wild.

Every stroke of his tongue and caress of his fingertips set you on fire. You were soaking wet, longing for him to take you. For him to fill you with his cock. To give you the pleasure you deserve.

The moment his fingers brushed against your nipple, you let out a moan.

You arched your back, thrusting your breast towards him.

He chuckled. “God, Y/N. Are you trying to kill me?”

He grasped your bra, tearing it apart with ease. Your nipples sprang free. He rubbed his thumb over them, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oooohhhh, Johnny.” You moaned.

He grinned wickedly. “Does that feel good, baby? Do you like it when I play with your tits? When I suck on your nipples?”

“Yessss.” You gasped. “More. More. Fuck.”

“Oh god.” He groaned, biting down gently on your nipple.

He continued to flick his tongue across your other nipple, flicking harder each time. Your cries became louder. You felt like you were going to explode. It took everything in you not to reach down and unzip his pants.

Instead, you threw your head back and wrapped your arms around his neck. Tugging at his hair as he teased your nipples. Moaning loudly whenever he touched your skin.

Johnny smiled. He licked his lips hungrily, giving your breasts one last slow suck before letting go.

Leaving you panting for air.

“I've got to be honest with you, baby.” He breathed, pushing himself up onto his knees. “You taste amazing. Better than anything I've ever tasted before. And there's nothing else I'd rather do right now than to spend hours tasting every inch of your gorgeous body. Touching you. Kissing you. Licking you. And slowly entering you. Until I fill you with my cum.”

“Mmmmm. Fuck yes.” You whimpered, your voice sounding like an echo in the empty bedroom.

“Now where were we?” He asked slyly. “Ahh yes, your tits. Did you want me to suck on them some more? Maybe eat you out while I played with your tits?”

“Yes.” You breathed. “Please. Oh god, yes. Please.”

He chuckled. “Anything for you, baby. Anything.”

Slowly standing up, he began to strip off his shirt. Each piece of clothing was removed with great care. His tattoos were displayed prominently. They looked beautiful as always. The sight of them caused you to sigh in appreciation.

Once his shirt was completely gone, he leaned forward, placing a tender kiss on your stomach.

“That's better.” He whispered. “Now you're ready for me.”

His hands sliding your pants off. His lips kissing the insides of your thighs. Caressing your inner thigh with every kiss. Leaving you quivering with desire.

“Fuck!” You cried out. “Stop teasing me. Please. Just fuck me. Now!”

“Shhh.” He whispered. “Not yet. Not yet. There's still so much left to do first. Don't worry. You'll get what you need soon enough.”

Your hands dug into his hair, pulling his face closer to your pussy. You moaned loudly. The sounds of your pleasuring filling the room. His hot breath tickling your inner thighs. Your panties drenched with your juices.

Johnny looked up at you, his dark eyes darkened with lust.

“Look at me. Look how beautiful you are.” He said huskily. “Watch me taste you. Watch as I rub my tongue over your clit. See how good it feels. Know that I'm doing it to you. That I want to eat you out so badly.”

He gripped your hips, tugging you upwards. Opening his mouth wide. Licking your entire pussy, slowly spreading your juices.

Lapping at you slowly, teasingly. Going lower and lower until his tongue found your swollen clit. Pressing hard against it, rubbing his tongue in circles.

“Fuuuck.” You cried out. “Johnny! Johnny!”

“Such dirty talk, baby.” He said with a laugh. “Let me hear it. Let me hear you beg for me to make you cum. I want to hear you screaming for me.”

You clawed at his back, trying to pull his face deeper into your pussy. Screaming obscenities. Making animalistic sounds. Biting down on your pillow as he gave you all the pleasure you deserved.

Finally, his tongue plunged deep inside your pussy. Flicking over your clit in rapid succession. Sucking on it and flicking it. Pulling away occasionally to tease you. Tasting your juices. Giving you an extra burst of pleasure every time.

His pace increased rapidly. Pulling away for brief moments only to return immediately. Giving you even more pleasure than you expected. Soon you were trembling, nearing the point of no return.

It took everything you had not to lose control. Your entire body was consumed by ecstasy. Your pussy contracting rhythmically around his mouth. Pumping his tongue inside you, trying to keep yourself from coming. From exploding with orgasmic bliss.

But you couldn't hold it anymore. You began to cry out. Your body shuddered.

Sensing your impending climax, Johnny stopped sucking on your clit. He withdrew his tongue, but kept his lips firmly pressed against it. Keeping your orgasm contained.

His hands remained firmly on your hips. Tugging at your hips, forcing your body further upwards. You cried out as you tried to pull his face back into your pussy. Trying to force yourself to cum.

You came with a loud scream, your entire body tensing. Johnny followed your lead, groaning loudly as you pushed your pussy back into his face. Your thighs squeezing tight around his head, pulling him tighter against your clit. Your entire body trembling violently. Spasms racking your body. Bringing forth the most intense sensation you had ever experienced.

Suddenly, he stopped. Letting go of your hips. Sliding off your sweaty body. Standing up from the bed. Looking down at you.

“Baby, I know you came, but I'm not done yet.” He said quietly.

Looking down at your spread thighs, he smirked. He began to undo his pants.

You panted, waiting impatiently for him to reveal his erection. You knew what was coming next. You knew this would be the moment of truth. Would he be able to satisfy you? Would he actually be able to give you the satisfaction you were craving?

With one swift motion, his erect cock sprung free. Your eyes widened, almost as if you were surprised to see it. You hadn't been expecting it to be that big.

And you weren't wrong. His cock was absolutely enormous. Longer than any penis you had ever seen. Bulging with potential. You wondered if he could possibly fit inside you.

If he would hurt you.

But you know he wouldn't.

You stared at his cock hungrily, staring at it in disbelief. In awe. You reached out tentatively, touching it lightly. Fingers shaking slightly. Shaking as they traced their way along its length.

You felt the weight of it in your hand. Thicker than any cock you had ever felt. Fuller than any dick you had ever seen.

Before you could fully appreciate his massive erection, he grabbed hold of your wrist. Moving your hand to the tip of his cock.

“Just think about it.” He said quietly. “Imagine how amazing it will feel. Just imagine the sensations running through your body. Imagine how incredible it will feel to have this inside of you. How much more powerful it will be than any dick you've ever had before.”

Thinking about how large his dick would feel stretching your pussy open. Knowing that once he penetrated you, he would never leave. He would be inside you forever. Bringing you so much pleasure.

Giving you such pleasure. Satisfying you so deeply. Giving you what you needed. Allowing you to finally release all your pent up sexual tension. Giving you the ultimate sexual experience.

Feeling overwhelmed with emotion, you placed your lips against the head of his cock. Your tongue darting out. Drawing the warm liquid from his shaft. Overwhelmingly delicious.

Moving down, your lips parted. Your tongue sliding out of your mouth. Stretching out towards his cock. Swirling around it like a tiny tornado. Slickly coating his member with saliva. Getting him nice and wet. Allowing you to slide it further inside your mouth. Gently sucking on it, making sure to take it all in.

“Fuck.” He growled. “Oh fuck. You are so fucking sexy. So beautiful.”

Smiling brightly, you returned his compliment. Leaning forward, your tongue moved further into his crotch. Taking him even deeper inside your mouth. Tongue twirling around his thick base. Up and down the full length of his shaft. Playing with his balls. Feeling the resistance of his perineum.

Slowly moving back up to his tip. Taking him deeper inside your mouth again. Working your way down, taking him all the way to the bottom. Running your tongue along the underside of his shaft. As you slid back up to the tip, you sucked on it gently.

He groaned loudly, reaching out to grab hold of your head. Pushing you downwards so he could sink even deeper into your throat. Your nose pressed against his pubes, inhaling the musky scent. Sucking on his cock like it was a popsicle. Gagging a little bit. His thick length hitting the back of your throat with each movement.

Panting heavily, he held your head firmly in place. Gasping for air as he let out another moan. His dick pulsating wildly inside your mouth. Fluid seeping out of the end of his cock. Massaging your throat. Causing it to tingle pleasantly.

As he released his grip, you released his cock from your mouth. Pausing for a moment to catch your breath. Smiling happily at him. Proud of yourself for being able to handle his huge cock.

He smiled back at you. Reaching down, his fingers wrapping around your chin. Pulling you close to him. He kissed you passionately. Wrapping his arms around you. Holding you tightly. He tasted wonderful. His scent intoxicating. His warmth reassuring.

Gripping your ass tightly, he pulled you onto his lap. Sitting you down onto his hard cock. Watching as it filled your pussy. Slowly slipping inside of you.

Stopping halfway inside you, he gently lifted you up. Removing his erection from your pussy. Grinning as he laid you down on the bed. Positioning himself between your legs. His hard cock positioned at your entrance.

Pulling back slightly, he looked down at you. Seeing the desire in your eyes. Waiting for him to thrust his thick cock inside of you.

Taking a deep breath, he gripped your waist tightly. Slowly pushing forward. Delving inside of you. Feeling you wrap your legs around him. Tightening them around his body. Moaning loudly as he filled you completely.

Releasing his grip on your waist, he grabbed hold of your wrists. Placing them above your head. Hanging limply as he slowly fucked you. Gently pumping his cock into you.

Grinding your hips against him. Panting as you struggled to breathe properly. Wanting desperately to touch his cock, to stroke it. To watch it twitch in your hand. But he didn't allow you to do anything. He continued to thrust into you. Stroking his dick as fast as he could.

“Please.” You begged. “I need you to come inside of me. Please.”

Chuckling, he responded. “Not yet, sweetheart. Not just yet.”

His words spurred you on. Suddenly wanting nothing more than to feel his load splatter inside of you. Needing to feel his seed filling your pussy. Pouring into your body. And you would love every minute of it. Every single second.

He suddenly pulled out of you. Rolling over onto his back. “Climb on top of me. Put your tits in my face. I want to suck on them while you ride me.”

Lifting your ass, you quickly straddled his naked body. Hooking your fingers behind his neck. Settling yourself down onto his hard cock. You moaned loudly as you impaled yourself on him. Your hips bucking back and forth.

Johnny gripped your breasts, tugging on your nipples as you rode him. Squeezing your nipples hard. Twisting them as you slammed your pussy down on his dick. Slowly increasing the speed. Riding him faster and harder until he felt the familiar pressure building up inside of him.

“Hang on baby. Hang on. I'm going to come. Oh god.”

Moaning loudly, you brought yourself closer to climax. Johnny's dick pounding your walls relentlessly. Your whole body shuddering uncontrollably.

Feeling his climax building, Johnny wrapped his arms around you. Holding you tightly. Ensuring that you remain steady. Bringing you closer to release. Kneading your breasts, milking them roughly. Pleasuring them until you were completely overcome by pleasure.

Your orgasm ripping through your body. Crashing down upon you with relentless force. Sweeping you away into an ocean of pure bliss.

He moaned loudly, holding you tight. Panting heavily as he came inside of you. Your pussy gripping him tightly. Keep his semen within you. Silencing his lustful thoughts. Pushing them away, allowing him to rest peacefully.

Holding you closely, he watched as your climax slowly faded away. You lay on his chest, your breathing still erratic.

“So good.” You breathed softly.

“So fucking good.” He agreed. “That was the best. The absolute best."

"The best sex I've had in a long time." You let out a small laugh. You heard the front door of your apartment opening and closing, hearing voices talking about Johnny's coat and shoes. Someone, sounded like Taeyong, laughing at how you and Johnny finally fucked.

"I can hear you guys!" You yelled.

Johnny chuckled. "So I guess the guys are right outside, and they know exactly what happened."

Groaning, you buried your face into Johnny's shoulder. "I can hear Renjun and Haechan asking me all sorts of questions."

Smirking, Johnny spoke. "We can just tell them that the hot tattooed people are finally a couple."

"A couple?" You asked, lifting your head up. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

"Well, I originally came to see you tonight because I was on a mission." He laughed. "Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?"

Laughing loudly, you hugged him tightly. "I'd love to be your girlfriend, Johnny."

Letting out a sigh of relief, he relaxed against you. "Thank god."

He mumbled, resting his head against yours. Breathing in your lovely scent, he listened to the sound of your heart beating. "This is the first time I've been with someone I really care about. So I don't want to mess it up. It has to work."

Snuggling against him, you smiled. "Don't worry. We'll figure it out together."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yes." You answered, curious to hear what he was going to say.

"I love you." He told you. "And you need to know that."

"I love you too." You mumbled, running your fingers through his messy hair. "Forever."

He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip. A mischievous smirk appeared on his lips. He looked down at your tattooed sleeve, running his finger over a sunflower one. "I really love this design. What does it mean?"

You chuckled. "Sunflowers remind me of you."

Johnny froze, looking down at your tattoo.

You were shocked to see tears forming in his eyes. But you didn't have time to worry about it because he immediately placed a tender kiss on your lips.

Your heart fluttered wildly at his actions. Never had you felt so alive.

So happy.

So loved.

You hugged him tightly.

"Remember when you used to tease me about getting tattoos?" He asked you, giving you a sheepish smile. He caressed your cheek. "Remember when I told you I wouldn't get another one unless you joined me?"

"Yup." You nodded. "What happened to getting one with me?"

"I eventually got it with Taeyong and Yuta since I wasn't sure whether you wanted one with me or not." Johnny explained. "I'm still waiting to get one with you."

"What if I gave you the tattoo?" You offered, tracing his shoulder tattoo. "One of my designs so it's like you're taking me with you anywhere you go."

"I would love to be inked by you." Johnny whispered, turning his gaze towards you. "Anywhere you want."

Your breath hitched. This is exactly what you wanted.

You could only imagine the gorgeous tattoos you would create together. They would be so incredibly beautiful. A masterpiece. You would cherish them forever.

It would also make you feel special. Knowing that no matter where you went, Johnny would always carry part of you with him. Always be thinking of you. Remembering you. Cherishing your creations.

You didn't know how you could express how grateful you were for his words. Or for him choosing you. Loving you. Being with you.

All you knew was that you were going to treasure these feelings for as long as possible.

#nct #nct stories #nct fanfic #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct smut #nct johnny #johnny #johnny suh #johnny seo

[cheolinnie]

Feel Me

Requested!!!

a/n: he's so... perfect 😭

smut

a/n: i didnt propery proof read cuz i really want this to be published ~(>_<。)

I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON!!

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You've always been a supportive girlfriend; you attend all the concerts, music shows on your days off from work, and not once have you ever complained about Taeyong's job, because you know how hard he's worked for where he is today, and how much he loves his job.

But every once in a while, you throw that huge part of yourself out the window.

It's the times when you have to come home to an empty apartment, sleep in a big ass bed all alone, watch boring tv shows that Taeyong always finds a way to spice up with his jokes- its the only part of his career that fills you up to the brim with frustration.

Because aside from missing his warmth, and his overall prescence around you, his abscence also leaves you sex deprived.

"Fucking tour," you mutter angrily as your eyebrows crease together, your body desiring pleasure that your fingers just aren't bringing you right now.

"Fucking idol career," your middle finger teases your entrance as it circles around it, but honestly you're feeling a little hopeless because no matter how hard you can try and fuck yourself, it'll never compare to Taeyong's slender fingers, lenghty cock, or sinful tongue.

But still, you try; thumb rubbing over your clit, you push one finger in slowly. A soft gasp leaves your lips, and you give youself sometime to feel it, get into it, but- nothing.

"Oh for fucks sakes-"

A sound like a groan mixed with a high-pithched, frustrated, squeal leaves your throat as you roughly flip youself onto all fours on the queen-sized bed, the black comforter already all messed up becuase of all the squirming you were doing earlier.

Grabbing Taeyong's pillows, you position the bottom one on its side underneath you, the edge sending a shiver down your side as it brushed your sensitive clit. The top pillow, the one that still held his delicious scent (and the one you've been cuddling and sobbing into for the past week), you place where you imagine Taeyong's head would be as you ride his dick.

All that's left is hearing that raspy, sultry, sexy voice of his that could turn you on like the flip of a switch.

By the time he answers you'd already been riding the pillow harshly, hands gripping the sheets beneath you tightly.

"Hey babe-"

"Fuck Taeyong!" you moan out loudly, partly annoyed he took so long to answer, and also relieved you could finally hear his voice.

There's rustling on the line, and you imagine he's scrambling around for a quiet place becuase just those two words you moaned out, already has him rock hard in his pants. You wonder if he's wearing leather pants, because damn, those are suffocating, especially for someone like your boyfriend who gets very sensitive when he's got a boner.

"Shit baby- what if i was on the speaker phone and the guys heard you moaning like that? hm?"

Your head shaked as if he could see you, whimpers filling his ear the most definately have his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss.

"Tae, want you, need you so bad right now..." you rock yourself on his pillow, dipping down to burry your head into his other pillow to deeply inhale his scent.

The line was quiet for a while, and you just know he was palming himself over his pants at your whiney tone. He always liked when you whined, but his favourite? When he fucks you so good, tears start pouring down your pretty flushed cheeks.

It drives him insane; the thought alone could make him cum immediately.

"Baby? Are you riding your pretty cunt on my pillow, like i told you to do when your horny, hm?" his voice dropped several octaves lower, and you were able to soft gasps from him that just made your head spin.

"Ye-yes Tae... fucking your pillow right now, can almost feel your cock filling me up."

A groan sounds out from the speaker, "Fuck baby, im filling you up so good yeah? like I always do hm?

Nodding your head hastily, you moan out as your pace increases, Taeyong's words edging you towards the release you desperatley need.

"Can you feel me, angel?"

"Fuck yes Tae, can feel myself clenching around you..."

Another curse from your boyfriend, followed by a couple of lovely moans that bring your ears so much joy. Closing your eyes, you can imagine him alone, still standing but leaning against a wall, one hand stuffed into his pants as he strokes himself, fingers grazing over his tip that was leaking pre-cum, as the other hand clutched the phone tightly against his ear so that your moans could be the only thing he hears.

"Taeyongie." your voice was deeper, signaling that you're about to say something that might just make him cum straight away in his cargos.

"Can you feel me? My lips kissing your pretty tip before I take you into my mouth, sucking and licking up all your sweetness..."

There it was- Taeyong's knees buckled, and he had to catch himself before he slid down the wall.

"Fuck baby, fuck... are you gonna cum for me? you gon' make a mess all over my pillow for me?"

You throw your head in pleasure, your knot just mere seconds from from exploding as your fuck Taeyong;s pillow, your legs beginning to feel numb and shaky.

"Yea... gonna cum baby."

The raspy groan he let's out is what inevitably makes you burst, your orgasm washing over you like the walls of the world's biggest dam breaking open. The loudest moan leaves your lips, and that very sound, as it reaches Taeyong's ear, is what has him cumming in his hand painfully hard.

"Holy fuck-"

For a few minutes it's only both yours and Taeyong's heavy breathing, each of you trying to come down from your highs.

Taeyong is the first to break silence.

"You better send me a picture of the mess you made on my pillow."

A classic Lee Taeyong line, and like always it has you dropping your head as giggles pour out. One of your favourite things about your boyfriend, is that he always finds a way to make you giggle like a school girl after having just pounded into you like a madman mere minutes ago- it was somewhat endearing to him.

"Yeah? for what would you use it bub?" you smirk slightly as you pull on your shorts before snapping a picture so you could dump the pillowcase into the washing machine.

He scoffs. "Uh, to help me jerk off later? I still have another two weeks without my baby."

A heavy sigh leaves your chest as you toss the case into the washer, a frown forming on your lips. "Don't remind me please."

"Don't worry hum, becuase as soon as i get back I'll starp you to my thigs, and you'll me get ride me and feel me all night long..."

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a/n: WOAHHHH lets take a step back for a moment.

this is by far the longest thing ive written, i think im gonna have to take a break from writing smuts cuz damnnnnn

#nct smut #lee taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong x reader #nct 127 smut #taeyong #kpop smut #nct x reader

[mafiadad5]

Masterlist and rules

Hiii! I’m 18 and I write for nct🩷

18+ blog, I only write for nct but I do write for all units (except new team) feel free to request, but I may get to them a bit late 🎀. sometimes I feel uncomfortable about writing for certain members or topics… please understand and don’t be rude.

Please dont plagiarize my work, if you really need help literally dm me, but it’s not cool to steal😭… ©mafiadad5

Thank you so much and feel free to leave comments and my dms are open!

Mark

• Friends with benefits

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

you walk in on your roommate and long time friend doing something… a small argument about it turns into something else

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Imagine

“I saw this tweet that was like mark would be the type to say dude romantically and i can’t stop thinking about it 😣😩!”

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Haechan

• Drunken thoughts

(Second person pov)

“You and your friend group decides to play a new and risky drinking game, but it only becomes risky for you and Haechan. “

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Renjun

• self control

(Second person pov)

your roommate is fed up with how you dress around the apartment and asks you to stop, but you’re fed up with him acting like he doesn’t like it so you finally confront him.

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Chenle

• Try, try not to think about us in that way.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

You and Chenle has been friends for years now, since freshman year of Highschool, you finally graduate and go on a summer trip that you guys have been fantasizing to go on since sophomore year. You've always had a crush on him, but stopped trying after he rejected you freshman year. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, you ignore your feelings. That's until you're standing at the beach…

• part 2

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Jisung

• imagine

(Second person pov)

“Omg can you maybe do like visiting jisung in the practice room for a quickie while the others are out #dontgetcaught!!”

• part 2

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Jeno

Nothing yet :(

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Jaemin

• White tee

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

no summary, just read :)

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• arguments

(Second person pov)

you and your bf got into an argument the night before, but you still have an attitude that he wants to knock out of you.

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Ten

• Can I be the one for you? (Part 1)

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

Your boss seems to have a problem with you, and loves to tease you and make you work harder than the rest, that’s when you both get invited on a business trip that could change everything, literally. Are you gonna go on this business trip with him or not?

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• one more night with you (part 2)

(First person)

it’s been years since everyone has split up from high school, but a knock on the door graduation day changes everything.

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Hendery

Nothing yet :(

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Yang Yang

blame it on the high.

(Second person pov)

you finally give into your stoner roommates habit and decide to smoke with him, the high makes you different you��

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Xiaojun

Nothing yet :(

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Win win

Nothing yet :(

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Kun

Nothing yet :(

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Johnny

Nothing yet :(

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Taeil

Nothing yet :(

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Yuta

Nothing yet :(

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Taeyong

Imagine

“Omg imagine sucking off taeyong backstage right before a show 😭😫”

• Just for the night.

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

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Jungwoo

Nothing yet :(

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Jaehyun

• Kalopsia

I went back to my college town, my dad worried about me and my safety makes sure to load me with a bodyguard to be safe, little do I know it turns into a whole web of secrets, lies, and history that shouldn’t have been dug up.

(First person pov)

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Doyoung

• Kalopsia

I went back to my college town, my dad worried about me and my safety makes sure to load me with a bodyguard to be safe, little do I know it turns into a whole web of secrets, lies, and history that shouldn’t have been dug up.

(First person pov)

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Nct dream ot7

• Imagine

(Second person pov)

(First person pov)

“hii i don't know if you're accepting requests, but could you do nct dream reaction to you still being horny and wanting more rounds, even tho you just had sex and they're exhausted 🫠”

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Wayv ot6

Nothing yet :( (please request omg)

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Nct 127 ot9

Nothing yet :(

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[starillusion13]

THE BLUR: I Love the Lie

A NCT MAFIA AU

They knew she was the end but still chose to hold her hand.

They were monsters but she was their desire.

They believed what they wanted to believe and they trusted the lie.

Because she loved the lie.

She was the silent storm in the peaceful chaos of night.

Without her, the story is a blur and with her, it's a lie.

The memory which is too good to be a nightmare and too pathetic for a dream.

And he kept the memories forever.

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The prologue will be posted soon..

It will portray all the NCT members so all of your biases will be there but only few would be the centered characters. It's totally about the dark side of the world's journey, so would you like to be the part?

NCT x named oc

Jaemin

“You smiled at me and for the first time it felt warm in this cold life.”

Jeno

“You held my hand softly in yours, so I pulled you closer in my embrace.”

Mark

“I didn’t know about love but you taught me about life. I wanted you to keep for myself.”

Haechan

“I thought you as a temporary fun, but you turned out to be the most painful forever."

Doyoung

"I played with knife and guns my whole life but it was you who pierced my heart."

Jaehyun

"I wanted everyone to fear me but only you to love me."

Taeyong

“Thank you for being the purest one. I never thought I deserved anyone like you. I loved to see the blood but never yours."

???

"Atleast we met as a friend but I wanted something more."

???

"Maybe next time I will show you my love for you."

???

"Ivy is the perfect name for you as you are really the God's gift in his life, in our life."

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"Maybe I never belonged here, but I loved here. This place was a lie but I did the sin. The sin of falling in love with you all."

COMING SOON…

Taglist: @mymoodwriting @justhere4kpop @anyamaris @yeoobin @icchyi @jwnghyuns @piratequeen-queenofgames @dinonuguaegi @oreharuuu @hwanring @sanwifesstuff @kiwiisnthereoops @kiwiraccoon @hyuukah @kazscara [open!] if you want to be tagged dm/send ask/reply here

#nct 127 smut #nct x reader #nct angst #nct imagines #nct fluff #nct fic #nct dream #nct smut #nct fanfic #nct scenarios #nct 127 #nct u #nct #nct 127 fluff #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios #nct dream smut #nct dream x reader #nct mafia fic #nct 127 x reader #nct hard thoughts #nct hard hours #nct taeyong #nct doyoung #nct jaehyun #nct mafia au #nct mark #nct jeno #nct haechan #nct jaemin

[alluringjae]

open your legs, not your bible - jjh

open your legs, not your bible | sinfully vowed to you

SUMMARY. what happens when the demon’s favorite son is also an angelic piece of heaven the Lord speaks of? he’s so good no wonder your innocent bible is discarded, like your drenched panties.

PAIRING. jaehyun x fem!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.4k

GENRE. smut and angst | bad boy!jaehyun, good girl!reader, forbidden romance!au

PLAYLIST. heaven (slowed down) by julia michaels

WARNINGS. public oral sex (f receiving), fingering, dom!jaehyun, minor corruption kink, praise kink, explicit language, petnames (jaehyun saying good girl is not good for my heart), mention of reader being a virgin, references to and slight bad-mouthing Christianity, both jaehyun and reader are from hella rich rival families, mentions and portrayal of manipulative parents, wait for a special surprise towards the end

⤑ vero’s words: this idea all started when me and my friends were talking abt our college sexcapades, and one of them mentioned the title mid-convo. not even kidding, that got me writing at 8 am the following day before work 😵 also im still not over dearm huhuhu cha minho my beloved 😭 this was supposed to be a smutty piece, but the more i ventured to the whole good girl concept, pursuing a forbidden romance just felt right. the biggest sin one can commit, right? this isn’t edited yet, but other than that, enjoy!!!

⤑ masterlist

⤑ leave me some feedback or hellos here!

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WHEN YOU’RE BORN INTO THE LEES, ONE OF THE RICHEST FAMILIES OF THE CITY, YOU’RE UNDER EVERYONE’S EYES.

One mistake and you can dishonor your entire family line. That’s why they’re strict on you, the heiress of your father’s real estate firm. After your older brother Taeyong took over your mother’s hotel management business, monitoring all branches of such across the country and abroad, it’s a matter of time you take your place in the family.

After all, your future has already been pre-determined for you; from your career, lifestyle, and heck, even some of your friends. If they don’t pass mommy and daddy’s standards, might as well say bye-bye.

Standards ranging from having good grades, no nights out partying, no vices, dressing modestly, no cursing, and more, all of these things formed you into the good girl all throughout the city. You can never to disobey her family. So that’s how your life has spiral into for the past twenty-four years.

Not to mention attending Bible study every Saturday and Mass every Sunday, that’s the cherry on top on being an ideal woman in today’s society. That’s the thing when your family are diligent believers, praising for the Lord for His righteous acts for your family.

Or in other words, making your family richer and more successful each passing day.

As controlling it is, you never ought to complain. That’s the work of the devil, your mother says whenever she’d see your eyes fume from stress at times. Thus, you’re practically an angel to the eyes of the public. And no one would never second-guess your personality.

But boy, it’s always the good ones that shock the most.

“F-Fuck!” You gasp out, clutching on the edge of the table as a determined tongue swirls around your drenched womanhood. Such sensations are new to you, yet they’re so addicting. You can’t get enough, and never will any time soon.

How fast life runs when you’re merely skimming through your favorite Bible verses, reading them aloud with passion. Then in another frame, something else gets spread open with oozing content. How shy you became, yet didn’t refute and nodded to keep going. And poof, goes your beloved book in some random corner of the room.

“So sweet and innocent,” The man below you moans. “Your pussy is a dream come true.”

“Profani-Oh, God!” You try to call him out, but you’re dumbfounded when his slender fingers dart your hole back and forth. From the table, your fingers seek support from his brown locks.

“You were saying?” He peeks out from your floral dress, smirking. And god, it was the hottest thing your eyes laid on.

Lips puffy and dripping in your essence, he widens your legs more and continues diving in further. As soon as he finds that spot in you, nothing can hold your pleasure-building moans back. It’s something you’ve never felt before, or rather, something you should’ve saved for marriage. You’re doomed, or were you?

How can something so vulgar feel so heavenly?

“You may be religious to Him, and devoutly read the Bible, but you’re my religion.” He says in between lapping your clit and lower lips, slurping every bit of your wetness. “I lay my entire being for my one and only queen.”

Wetness he caused if not for his swoon-worthy charm and enchanting looks that makes you thank the Lord for bringing this man to you. Even if the two of you used to share judgmental looks out of generational hatred, love seeped its way through. And your heart cannot control who it wants to love, and same to him.

However, he’s poison to your life. If anyone in your family finds out that you’re sleeping around with the eldest son of your rival family, you’d meet your untimely doom.

But not only is he the eldest son, he’s also next in line of taking over his mother’s real estate company. Hence, spiking generations-old rivalry with your family. Aside of work, he’s your mother’s worst nightmare.

Massively notorious for his reckless behavior and the occasional scandals of his fights outside the bar with god knows who, he’s gotten away with it numerously because of his intelligence. You can only picture how dependent his parents are on him because his younger brother Sungchan is still in university, destined to inherit another family business. Other than him, there’s no more heir.

He acts like a God in this world, taking advantage of it.

Why? Because all he wants is freedom from everything. Even if he works hard and does his parts as an heir, he can’t commit to it entirely.

So he spits at anyone who gets in his way, always determined to get anything he wants. And easily, he does.

But that changed when you entered the picture, or rather reentered when he rejoined Bible study Saturdays 3 years ago. How pure you were then, leading everyone into prayer and such. How he loved riling you up to the point you blew up for the first time in a sea of curse words. How hard to get you were, even if you weren’t playing a game. How it took a single sweet kiss merely months after building a proper friendship, your first even. How such crazy lust and adventure rushed through your veins for more led to true, absolute love.

He corrupted you, but in the best way possible.

Jeong Jaehyun may be the owner of your undying affection, yet he remains your dirty little secret. And from all the years of your life, you’re choosing to rebel. It may be in private, but in time, it’ll break down its doors. Because you finally realized how you deserved so much better.

You are your own person, and you’re meant to make your choices. To be controlled like a puppet is not living, nor being tossed around as the good girl image. That’s the fault of your parents, pressuring you over and over again to uphold it or else the consequences will be grave. If not for Jaehyun, you’d never realize it. He too resonates with such thoughts, and the both of you ought to break the cycle of hatred when your time to rise in power comes.

After all, love makes you do risky things.

Just like this very moment in the Bible study room of the church, empty for the past hours.

After you and Jaehyun pretended to fight in front other rich, influential kids in the session, one of the nuns put you two on duty to clean up as punishment.

Little did they know, it was all an act so you spend more time with him. Yet it’s also a trip down memory lane of how your relationship began, when the hatred was real while working together only to be exchanged with developing love.

Lately, neither of your apartments are safe from the public eye, and motels are becoming risky to book. Vacation homes can’t be used either as both of your parents have CCTV access.

You’ll just have to make do. Anything for the love of your life.

He continues to be relentless in making you fall apart in his hands like glass, crashing blindly and powerfully. The gushing sounds of your pussy squelching and soaking his fingers, which he uses to lift up the hood of your clit.

Erect and puffy, his tongue aims to stimulate it the most.

Your throat runs dry and your thighs shake mercilessly from yet grind against Jaehyun’s satisfied face. Mascara-filled tears escape your lids, then your stomach can feel a knot ready to unwind.

“Jaehyun!” You almost scream as your mind only chant and think of him at this moment. Your hand fires up to your lips to avoid suspicion, and Jaehyun’s quick to notice muffled moans.

“Yah.” His pace slows down.

“Yes, Jae?”

“Let your hand go, or I won’t make you come.” He orders.

You’ve gone this far, and you won’t allow having your orgasm get denied. As much as you like to get your way always, sex would be the only thing with compromises. And Jaehyun has denied your orgasms numerously, so you’re at a loss.

“Sorry, baby.” You follow, lowering your hand.

He smiles from under your dress. “It’s okay, love. Now let me continue to feel good, hmm?”

Jaehyun’s the one who led you through the acts of sex. You can’t deny how intimidated you felt by that, but he’s never pressured you to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Step by step, you already know what’s it like having his fingers toying with your core while your hands and lips around his cock.

He’s a sweet and passionate lover, unlocking the door of the joys of being eaten out.

Double the penetration, double the speed of your orgasm. Jaehyun’s tongue and fingers are partners to this sexual deed, and you can only just anticipate what happens next.

“I’m so close…“ You choke.

“Let go, baby. You deserve it.”

Hard and breathtaking. That’s how your orgasm felt.

Your lips emit an elongated moan as you came in Jaehyun’s mouth. Your entire body shivers, sweating behind your gorgeous designer dress. How tainted it makes you feel, yet also heavenly. You say hello to the angels up there, who may only look down at you for your so-called “forbidden” deeds.

How you’re the forbidden fruit, and Jaehyun is one of God’s beloved children who lusted for it.

He hums louder to match your noise, bringing your thighs closer to lick your core more. Helping you ride out your high, your lungs heave hastily as if they ran a marathon. With one final kiss to your clit, he gets up from his knees and doesn’t waste a second to collide his lips with yours.

The taste of you lingers in every exchange, your arms naturally wrap behind his nape. His hands grip your waist, making your legs tangle around his lower torso. The two of you cannot simply get enough of each other, tongues clashing for dominance and filthy moans echoing the room.

“You’re such a good girl for me.” He says.

“Always.” You reply. “Only for you.”

“Not even for your family?”

“Except for my brothers, fuck them.”

Your making out session gets so heated instantaneously. It’s never felt like this before, and you cannot get your hands off Jaehyun. Whether it’s how good he is to make you come like that or his presence making you feel so at ease, you wanted more. Heck, you desired whatever this man can give you.

Or rather, you deeply desired him to deflower you.

“Jaehyun, I--”

“Yes?”

“I want--" Before you can continue your sentence, your phone beside you vibrates.

Calling: Demon Mother

“Oh, shit.” Your lips parts from your lover, while he keeps going by pecking your neck. You’re strict with lovebites, but it’s nothing too harsh.

For now.

“Be quiet.” You glare from the side.

He smiles sinisterly. “When am I not?”

Rolling your eyes, you tap on the green button on your phone. “Hello?”

“Where are you, miss? We have a dinner with important people in your father’s company in 3 hours!” Her voice booms through even Jaehyun get startled. Yet you’re used to it, and it sucks.

“It’s not easy to clean a whole room even with a partner, mom.”

“It’s not my fault you couldn’t keep your hatred from the Jeongs as discreet as us. We are never to go low and battle with such a scandalous family like theirs.”

You sigh. Even if it’s a fake fight, news got around quickly in your elite world.

“Anyways, I’m packing up and heading my way.”

“You better, or you’re gonna hear it worse from your father too.” She hungs abruptly, and you sulk on your position.

“Is she mad?” Jaehyun stands more upright, yet you don’t give him eye contact out of shame. “Talk to me, baby. Please.”

“You heard her, Jaehyun.” You say. “She dare insults the family of my lover, the one I can never shout my affections out to the world.”

“Angel.” A nickname he uses it when sadness overtakes your mind and soul. His hands cradle your face that shifts it so you can look at him. Which you do. “This is the kind of love we signed up for.”

“But I didn’t ask for this kind of life.” Your heart wrenches. “I want to be able to live and love freely. No prejudice nor judgement. Don’t you think God was cruel for this fate?”

Jaehyun sighs in agreement. Religion this, religion that. All his life his parents taught him that if he doesn’t follow his family, he disobeys the Almighty. Only to later realize that he was manipulated; brainwashed that his parents are on the same level as Him.

How wrong and immoral.

He may have lost his faith, yet it was momentarily restored when you waltzed into his life like a dancer. A couple of failed turns, only to transform into a beautiful variation.

“If there’s only one good thing He gave me,” You sense his calloused fingers brush over your frizzled hair, tucking them behind your ear. “It was you. His favorite angel.”

Your heart swoons while a tear freely falls down your cheek. “I love you, Jaehyun.”

“I love you more, (Y/N).” His lips kiss yours a little longer. It’s unpredictable when you’ll see each other again, or spend hours being by his side. And so you both savor every meeting, peck, touch, laugh, moment you have with each other.

Because things can drastically change in a heartbeat. At least for you, it did.

That very dinner later in the evening wasn’t merely to celebrate your father’s company ranking high up across the country. Defintely topping the Jeongs, which has been a long-term goal these past years. He speaks of merging companies with his colleague, the Kims. Much to your naivety, you’re the main pawn in his game.

“Be a good girl and follow daddy in this venture.” He speaks in his professional voice in his office, where you and your mother sit and listen. Sipping on his whiskey, he awaits your response. Good girls only talk when being spoken to, but it’s merely a façade now. A façade you acted perfectly in.

“How can I be of help, daddy?” How you wished you didn’t ask such a question.

“You’ll be marrying into the Kim family in the next couple of months, specifically their oldest son who’s bound to take over their company right after your wedding ceremony.”

copyright © 2022 by alluringjae.

#nct #nct x reader #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct angst #nct smut #nct 127 #nct 127 x reader #nct 127 scenarios #nct 127 angst #nct 127 smut #jaehyun #jeong jaehyun #jung jaehyun #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun scenarios #jaehyun angst #jaehyun smut #tw: arranged marriage

[neowinestainedress]

INFERNO

INFERNO | Halloween event

“Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people.” ― Dante Alighieri, La Divina Commedia, L’Inferno

SUMMARY: Hell seems so far away from us, but be careful, the most monstrous creatures lurk closer than you might think. And on Halloween, when anything is fair, they are not afraid to show themselves for what they are. The gates of the underworld are open, the damned souls are free.

PAIRINGS: various nct members x fem!oc/reader (as usual no name, no descriptions, written in third person)

GENRE: smut, halloween themed, monsters, (light) angst

WARNINGS: smut, monsterfucking, light dubcon (mostly because of the power imbalance that comes from monster x human relationship, minor corruption in some, or aphrodisiac fluids usage, but the mc is more than willing in all of them), some angst, blasphemy, slight yandere behaviours

A/N: the stories are NOT related to each other. Read each fic warning before proceeding and if you don’t like it just skip it. It’s fiction, monsters don’t exist, and these stories don’t represent nct in any way. I should be regular with the release dates, following the ones written here, but keep in mind that I’m also writing my thesis and not all of these are completed/started so they might be slightly delayed. If you want to be added to the taglist, comment under this post so I have all your usernames in one place. Enjoy!!

⸺ INTO THE WOODS

PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

DATE: OCT 8

⸺ FALL FROM GRACE

PAIRING: seraphim!taeyong x succubus!oc/reader

SUMMARY: after consuming many human souls, there’s one thing you want to do. Corrupt an angel. But not any angel, God’s favorite angel.

DATE: OCT 14

⸺ SWEET LIES

PAIRING: ghost!jeno x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: you find out what’s the weird sensation that’s been torturing you for years, but just when you think things start to make sense, he confuses you even more. Are you really who he thinks you are?

DATE: OCT 16

⸺ ABANDONED

PAIRING: vampire!jaehyun x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: an abandoned castle, one quick walk upstairs and then you were going back to your friend. But the castle is not abandoned at all, and after many lonely years, somebody’s happy to finally have some company.

DATE: OCT 21 ON HOLD

⸺ DEEP WATERS

PAIRING: tentacle monster!haechan x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: all your life you heard stories about the monster that lives in the lake, but they never scared you. You were looking for him, hoping fate was going to lead you to him to prove yourself you’re not crazy for believing in his existence. And when it happens, he seems to be afraid of you.

DATE: OCT 23

⸺ SINFUL PERDITION

PAIRING: priest!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

SUMMARY: you get close to your town church again in the hope of finding your faith again, but the new priest seems to lead you closer to perdition than salvation. And when you get closer to him, you start to wonder if he really is who he seems to be.

DATE: OCT 28 ON HOLD

⸺ SWEET DECEPTION

PAIRING: pick the members here

SUMMARY: on Halloween, nothing is as it seems. You end up in a room with six guys thinking they have amazing costumes only to be struck by reality when it’s too late; those are not costumes at all. But remember, on October 31, nothing is as it seems.

DATE: OCT 31

#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #nct scenarios #hallowtober #johnny smut #taeyong smut #kun smut #jaehyun smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #yangyang smut #series: inferno

[neochan]

( 3:08 am ) ♡ bf!taeyong, cunnilingus + edging.

his jaw aches but he isn't done.

the sounds pouring from your parted lips are better than any scrap of music he could ever make. in fact, this should be recorded, played over and over again, but only for his ears.

the way his name falls from your lips, like the sweet sin of infinite, carnate desire. it pushes him to keep going, keep tasting the honey pouring from between your thighs like syrup on his tongue.

two fingers toy with you, teasingly pushing shallowly in, igniting the spark in your tummy, right before he pulls them out, dimming the fire and ripping an orgasm away from you.

you sigh in frustration, hands gripping the sheets beneath you, "tae, please."

his head peaks up from between your shaking legs, "please what baby?" pearly teeth twinkle when he smiles up at you.

"s-stop stopping."

"hm?" he licks a stripe over pussy, sending you into another moaning mess.

"need to finish, please."

without warning, both of his fingers push all the way into your soaked cunt, leaving you to buck up.

"sing my name while you cum on my fingers, okay?" he whispers, leveling his mouth with you and igniting the fire for what felt like the thousandth time.

#taeyong smut #nct taeyong smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong x reader #nct taeyong x reader #taeyong drabbles #nct 127 taeyong smut #lee taeyong smut #nct drabble #nct timestamps

[luvyeni]

SEVEN DEADLY SINS. ( 7k drabble celebration ! )

hey y'all .... im back with another drabble series. this is in celebration of me hitting 7k!! thank you guys so much for 7k , i'm still in shock that i've made it this far , but it's all thanks to you guys , i love you guys so much and thank you so much for loving my works 🤍

SIDE NOTE. i just put all the members in each group in a name wheel and that's who i decided to use.

— PRIDE. (park sunghoon)

PAIRINGS: park sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+, gods au

CW: 18+ mature content , cock worshipping dirty talk , cum swallowing , sunghoon is not the kindest to reader

— GREED. (bang chan)

PAIRINGS: bang chan x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+, established relationship , ceo au

CW: dirty talk , breeding kink , exhibitionism

— LUST. (johnny suh)

PAIRINGS: johnny suh x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ , demon au

CW: oral (f. receiving), squirting , dubcon (reader is technically asleep)

— ENVY. (choi beomgyu )

PAIRINGS: choi beomgyu x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ , yandere au

CW: dark content yandere , perv beomgyu , stalking , non consensual filming , masturbation

— GLUTTONY. (kim sunoo)

PAIRINGS: kim sunoo x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ , vampire au

CW: 18+ mature content, non consensual biting turned consensual, unprotected sex , cumming inside

— WRATH. (huang renjun)

PAIRINGS: huang renjun x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ , mafia au

CW: 18+ mature content, DARK CONTENT , knife play, blood play, unprotected sex , dirty talk, degradation,

— SLOTH. (lee taeyong)

PAIRINGS: lee taeyong x fem!reader

GENRE: 18+ , hybrid au

CW: coming soon

©️LUVYENI

#kpop x reader #kpop smut #enhypen smut #stray kids smut #txt smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #sunghoon smut #sunghoon x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #johnny suh smut #johnny suh x reader #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smut #sunoo smut #sunoo x reader #huang renjun smut #huang renjun x reader #taeyong x reader #taeyong smut

[onyourhyuck]

┌─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┐

MASTERLIST #2

└─────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───────┘

[ Haechan ]

Devilish.

Fix Me Softly.

Sunflower.

Race Lover.

Concert Tickets.

Beautiful.

You Rock My World.

Obvious.

Lowlife Part 3.

Innocent Temptations.

Lowlife Part 4.

[ Mark ]

Exchange Lessons.

Runner X.

The Tattoo Artist.

Sin & Obsession Part 2.

Dirty, Little, Traitor.

Sin & Obsession Part 1.

[ Jaehyun ]

Milano Love.

[ Renjun ]

Midnight Rain.

Bad Habits.

Dirty Laundry.

Paint Me Naked.

[ Johnny ]

Sip & Share

[ Jungwoo ]

Millionaire.

[ Doyoung ]

Take Me To Church.

[ Jeno ]

The Lollipop Dealer.

Hit The Breaks!

[ Chenle ]

Dog Sitting Gone Wrong.

[ Jaemin ]

Worth It.

Red Light.

Taking Care Of My Baby.

LOWKEY.

I Love To Get 2 On.

[ Yuta ]

[ Taeyong ]

Shalala.

#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader #nct u scenarios #nct hard hours #nct series #nct fic #nct recs #jeno smut #haechan smut #nct masterpost #nct masterlist #nct fanfic #nct fic recs #nct u imagines #nct u smut #nct hard thoughts #haechan hard hours

[ifeelsounsure0]

Missing You

Karina x M!Reader

WC: 1475 words

Dedicated to: @v1ntrix​ and @midnightdancingsol​. The two editors who I didn’t let look at this unedited mess. I love you both.

Midnight contemplation on warm summer nights... enjoy.

Silence. The stillness of night.

Silky white stares back at you. A sweet amalgamation of youth and sin. Or, as the layman liked to call it, lychee-flavored Calpico and soju.

Your phone lies silent on your glass countertop. The glossy black screen diverts your attention from the liquid comfort in your hands.

Or maybe the alcohol was a distraction from the dreadful silence. You didn’t know anymore.

All you knew was the sweet taste on your lips, and the slight burn at the back of your throat was a distraction from that empty feeling inside.

You pick up the glass and stare at the milky liquid inside. It was beautiful, the perfect blend of two parts soju and one part Calpico….

The perfect way to get fucked up enough to forget all your problems.

You take down the entire glass, letting the familiar sweetness of lychee hold your hand while the warmth of alcohol hugs your waist.

A long, content sigh before you slam the glass back onto the countertop. Your hand reaches for another bottle before…

The darkness comes to life, and your eyes are entreated to a beautiful sight. Messy hair and striking brown eyes that quickly blur into an opaque gray with three words.

“FaceTime Yoo Jimin.”

You stare at your phone for a few moments, letting it vibrate in front of you.

Once.

Twice.

Before your finger slides over the front of the screen.

“Babe~” Her voice calls out as you watch the screen shifting from side to side while she tries to find the perfect angle.

An amused laugh leaves your lips, and you quickly prop the phone against the now forgotten glass. Your chin rests on your arms while you wait for her to finally get into position.

After a few moments of shuffling and mumbling to herself, Jimin finally looks back at you, a slightly concerned expression on her face. “Are you drunk?”

You shake your head.

“Don't lie to me.” She brings the phone screen up to her face before setting it back down. “How much have you had?” You open your mouth to respond. “And don’t even think about lying to me.”

A soft chuckle. “Might’ve had a glass… or two.”

Her eyes narrow. “Before lab tomorrow? Aren’t you cutting open a cadaver?”

You nod.

“Then why in the hell are you dri–” She comes to an abrupt stop as you put your finger up to your lips. “Fine. What are you doing?”

You glance around your empty kitchen. “Nothing much… just a little bit of drinking here and there.” Your eyes meet hers through the screen. And thinking of you. “What about you?”

“Me?” A long sigh leaves her lips. Her eyes glance out into the distance, looking at something just beyond the screen. “Nothing… it's been kind of boring, actually.” She looks away again.

In the background, you can hear her classmates laughing and enjoying the festivities.

“Why don’t you go with them?” You tap your fingers on the countertop.

Jimin shakes her head, a sad look in her eyes. “They’re all going to a party with Taeyong and Mark.” She takes a sip of her water bottle, letting you see her puffed-up cheeks while she watches her friends.

A slight snicker breaks through your lips.

“Hm?” she grumbles, the water still between her cheeks. “What?”

“Nothing,” you laugh before quieting back down.

“Whatever…” She perks up again and raises her hand as she looks away again.

The yells of “Bye, Jimin!” and “We’ll see you tomorrow!” can be heard through the speaker, but most importantly, you can hear your girlfriend’s soft sigh as she leans back down, closer to the phone.

“Guess it’s just me, n— babe! Where are you going?”

Your phone is already by your side as you dash out of your apartment.

“Babe! It’s really not a big deal. I can walk home b—my—f”

Her words begin to break off further down the stairwell as you run to the parking garage. You can hear parts of her voice as it breaks in and out while you get into your car.

Once you’ve driven out of the parking garage, you hear her voice clearly again. “Why don’t you ever listen to me? It's almost like you'd don't even care about becoming a do–”

“So you don’t want to see me?” you ask, tapping your fingers on the wheel.

“That's…” her voice quiets down. “not what I meant….”

“Mm,” you hum. “I’ll see you in a few minutes then.”

A momentary silence descends between the two of you before you clear your throat. “I’m going to end the call now. By–”

“Don't hang up on me… pleaseee.”

“Why? I’m just gonna listen to some T–”

“You’re just gonna listen to that, “Can you stay up all night? Fuck me till the daylight. 34+35~” She breaks down in laughter before she can start the next verse.

“Someone just wanted an excuse to sing,” you say with a shake of your head before glancing down to see what would actually be the next track. “Actually, “Midnight Pretenders” is next.”

“Then you’re definitely waiting for me to play the next song.”  

A long breath of silence. “Are you here yet?~”

A smile dances on the edge of your lips as you pull into the park. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I miss you~”

Her words form a nervous lump in your throat, and you reflexively end the call before you take your keys from the ignition.

The night air feels cold on your skin. Soft summer breezes spread the scent of cedar and spruce through the air.

You walk alone on the winding path, your feet kicking up small clouds of dust. Black lamp posts illuminate small pockets of light just faint enough that their warm yellow glow touches one another, but nothing more. Outside of these tiny bundles of light and off the beaten path is nothing but inky darkness.

The view that greets you at the end is like “Starry Night Over The Rhône.” Small crowds of people walk alongside the river, their troubles and fears seemingly blown downstream, leaving only the content joy that appears on their faces.

And alone on the grass, like the beautiful painter of a masterpiece, sit the love of your life. Her knees are against her chest while she stares at the view in front of her. Her messy hair falls down her shoulders, covering the exposed shoulders of the black floral dress.

Each step towards her feels like a butterfly hatching in your stomach. Every second is a flutter of its wings, another beat of your heart.

A branch snaps beneath you, and her eyes look up. A mellow expression quickly shifts into pure joy as she climbs to her feet.

“Babe!” She runs toward you, throwing yourself into your arms. “There you are!”

The impact knocks the air from your lungs, and you grab beneath her knees, holding her at eye level.

A soft laugh leaves her lips as she brushes her hair back. “What took you so long?”

“Traffic.” You give her a weak shrug.

“Traffic?” She turns her wrist and looks over your shoulder. “At 11 pm? You’re really expecting me to believe that?”

“I me–”

A quick peck on the lips silences you. “You talk too much,” she laughs before giving you a sheepish grin.

Her warm breath tickles your upper lip, and you find yourself staring into her eyes. Bright, alive, they reflect the golden light of the light above you and widen when her expression shifts into a slight frown.

“Is something wrong?” She leans back a little and runs her hand through your hair. Her delicate fingers glide over your head before moving down to your neck and back to your cheek.

You open your mouth to say something.

“And don't even think about saying ‘nothing.’” She mimics your tone of voice and does a sassy shake of her head before meeting your eyes again, her expression softening. “Just tell me what's wrong….” Her foot taps against the back of your thigh, a subtle signal to let her down.

She clasps onto your fingers and gently tugs you towards the brightly lit path beside the river. When you don’t move right away, she interlaces your fingers and forcefully tugs you down the small hill. “If you’re not gonna say anything, then at least take me for a walk.”

It only takes one look at her wide eyes and gentle smile for you to fall under her spell. The outstretched hand and smile as she looked back looked like something straight from a dream, blurred background and all.

And after a few steps, you find yourself smiling as well. Whatever was bothering you before was all but forgotten. Jimin was with you now.

Note: I know. I know. You’re probably thinking. Why in the hell does this fool keep writing Karina? To be completely honest... IDK. Just had a lot of muse moments. Anyways, I’m already back to writing other idols so hopefully I publish more soon. You’re amazing, reader.

Love,

Unsure

P.S. Dedicated to the person I was actually missing. You know who you are.

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #aespa fluff #karina fluff

[daeguzen]

Son of Hades

PAIRING | p.js x g.n reader x ft. taeyong

GENRE | angst fluff

WORD COUNT | 12.8k

NOTE | this has been rotting away in my wip for more than a year. endings is a little rushed but I hope it’s okay enough.

WARNING | depictions of parental abuse, bullying, and character death

SONG | welcome to the show - dpr ian

SUMMARY | Park Jisung had always been quiet about his godly parentage especially because of his powers still trying to adjust to his body after years of living in the underworld.  His only friends were Zhong Chenle and his partner from the Hephaestus group. Somehow, Jisung stumbles in your path and wonders if the blush on his face is as noticeable as he feels it to be. You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of shy glances, pretty smiles, and awkward greetings that make Jisung wonder if you feel just as he does. His heart breaks a bit knowing your Y/N, Artemis’ greatest hunter. Not only that but he feels a strange presence attach itself to him. He wonders if you’ll remain loyal to your oath or if he could become the one you’d leave it for.

The world taught children to fear the monster under their bed. To quiver with unspeakable fear or to scream their throat raw to be saved. It didn’t matter what it was or what form it took, repulsion clawed its way up. The monster was to be feared and rejected. However, the little boy who had no one to turn to had become well acquainted with the monster. Its name was Suffering and it curled itself deep within the boy's chest, rested there, and snarled at any attempts of riddance.

The child was not like any other. Even among his kind he considered himself an outcast. Humankind would call it a power, demigods a gift, but for Park Jisung it was a burden. Perhaps if he had been born as a mere mortal he could have had a chance at a normal life. But his dealings with all he came to know were as his bloodline meant for it to be. Suffering was simply a byproduct of his upbringing.

It is said that children born of Kronos’ eldest son had to accept a life of sadness and pain. It was a curse to be related to the King of a dreadful realm. People feared having to be judged for all their doings and having to be assorted. As much as the King would have liked for people not to dislike him so, he knew it was futile. He was no god of skies, oceans, or music. He was Hades, King of the Underworld and would remain so for all eternity.

Overtime, these feelings became trivial. Hades had accepted the role he had to play among the Greek gods. If anything, he rather enjoyed being away from all the dramatic antics of his brothers. He also preferred the stronger ratio of monochromatic colors compared to the blinding golden swirls of Olympus. Contrary to popular belief of mortals, the Underworld was not visually horrifying. Those tortured souls that screamed in agony were sealed to Tartarus alone. In the same sense, the happy and joyful voices remained in Elysium.

Every day had felt the same to Hades until the birth of his son, Park Jisung. He knew that his parental skills were not perfect and lacked in certain aspects. His godliness did not immediately assume perfection. However, that had not stopped him from trying. Years ago he had a son who taught him a great deal about being a proper father. He would be ashamed to let the child know he had repeated his mistakes. Alas, it would always be trial and error when it came to humans.

The mortal identified as Park Eun was the mother who hardly tried to raise Jisung. In her youth she was a tempter,  a sin disguised as an embraceable beauty. Those who caught sight of her could testify that they had been drawn to her from the very first sight. They saw her as a pious woman. A loving heart with a gentle hand. It was why Hades searched for her believing she would be suitable to nurse his future son. Little did he know, that woman had no ounce of love for anyone but herself, much less any motherly instincts.

It began as a slow and formal courting. Hades had also a way of presenting his own charming qualities that instead of outweighing Eun’s own beauty, was unified with hers. The two of them standing alongside each other was a sight to behold. They were the object of everyone’s gossip, compliments, and jealousy. Eun had relished in this, holding her head high with immeasurable pleasure. Hades had only begun to observe this time after. When he realized her true self it was far too late, what seemed to be the ripe apple he had chosen was rotten from the inside.

Eventually, Hades had to reveal his true nature, knowing that she carried his son. When the truth came out, he saw the greed that shone in those hazel eyes. She wanted more, implored him to give her everything she dreamed of. But seeing his actions and responses to her made her believe that she was being confined to a “lesser” life than she deserved. The mansion, selections of jewelry, and expensive brands weren’t enough for her. She needed everything to fuel her grandiosity.

In her descent into madness she became another person entirely. One that was true to her selfish ambitions. The bright hazel eyes became dark and angry. Her luscious painted red lips mirrored a smeared and bloody mess. The graceful posture she once held curled into that of a taloned creature. 

Screaming ensued, matches that Hades would always end with silence though he knew all too well he lost. He could never win against her because it was his mistake for falling in her trap. Knowing he could no longer bear to stay at her side, he left to continue his godly duties as King of the Underworld. It tore at his heart when he had to accept that he could not take his son with him. Not yet at least.

The most Hades was able to do was hire a small staff to overlook the home, Eun and Jisung. At first, Eun avoided the baby at all times. She resorted to going out, losing herself in gambling and drugs. The mansion became less of a home and more of a prison. As the years went by she found a means to release her emotions in the form of her growing son. Jisung had been the spitting image of Hades with his black eyes and pale skin. He reminded his mother of the life and man she could no longer have. 

It was her greed and arrogance that caused her insanity. A woman who once glorified herself had become destructive. Everything she ever wished for came down all around her, Jisung being the only one who remained. She couldn’t stand looking at him. Especially when there was a trace of happiness on his face. Hades had taken away all she wanted to keep her content and so she retaliated by doing the same to him.

Jisung was much too young to remember the change in scenery. The limitations of food and basic necessities had become the norm he knew. In the little downtown that his mother forced them into, he had become a punching bag for all. He was scrawny, barely strong enough to stay awake after beatings from bullies. His mother had also taken to beating and verbally abusing him. As the older children simplified it, he was a waste of space.

~

It was all so…tiring. The beatings, judgments, harsh words, and cruelties. In the end, Jisung had sadly accepted that he was a burden, a punching bag that served to make others feel better. He didn’t process how inhumane it all was. A child who had only known darkness and nothing more. Jisung eventually thought it was okay because everyone else was sad and the only way to make them feel better was for him to take their sadness away, even if only temporarily.

Jisung felt that although his mother constantly committed atrocities towards him, he had to love her. She was his mother after all, the one who brought him into this world. She was the only family he had known. Besides that, all the storybooks at his school depicted the relationship of a son always loving his mother. It never did quite display what he was used to but he knew better  than to question anything. However, it was at the tender age of ten that Eun did something that shattered any ounce of respect Jisung tried to hold..

In those horrid years, Jisung’s only source of true happiness were visits to his grandfather’s home. The man had doted on Jisung, rightfully leaving him starved for more affection. Whenever Jisung would close his eyes years later, he could remember the thin fingers that ruffled his hair adoringly. It wasn’t often that Jisung would visit but when his mother decided to go he was allowed to accompany her. Of course, he knew why his mother would let him tag along. Shamelessly she would beg for money, giving excuses of not having enough to maintain and feed her little boy. Embarrassingly enough both child and grandfather knew better.

Eun was the woman he had tried to raise and steer to the right path. A man of his age should have not felt the overwhelming anger that surged at the sight of the broken family. He knew of the father who had left. He couldn’t blame him entirely for not being able to stand Eun but he could never forgive him for leaving his grandson to fend for himself.

Jisung’s grandfather could not sit idly as she begged for  things he knew would never land in the boy's hands. This was how Jisung learned to hide things extremely well from his mother at a certain point in his life. His grandfather was adamant when he explained how any bits of money he’d give him could not be seen by Eun under any circumstance. Jisung had respected his grandfather greatly and listened well to his words. It remained their little secret that had never reached the light.

Eun would sometimes curse her father for not caring enough and he would blatantly tell her that Jisung should be in his care. Just as she did with Hades, she would not allow anyone else to take Jisung to spite them all. She needed her little punching bag; if she couldn’t be happy anymore neither could her son.

The broken relationship between mother and son took its final course after Jisung’s grandfather died. He had passed away peacefully in his sleep. Jisung had heard it from his mother after she locked herself in her room for a few days. He remembered the instant denial. Tiny hands clutching painfully at the edges of his worn out shirt. He couldn’t believe it at first. It couldn’t possibly be true. Not his grandfather of all people. In that moment, through all the choked sobs, he had a sickening thought he never dared to tell anyone. He wished that his mother had been the one that died that night.

Jisung was distraught, confused, and in pain. He cried for long hours and barely ate. He avoided his mother at all costs  because she couldn’t make him feel better. He knew his mother was upset too. He had never witnessed another time in his life where his mother genuinely felt anything for anyone other than herself. He almost thought it impossible but was surprisingly proven wrong.

It had all happened slowly and silently on a cloudy evening. Hazel eyes that Jisung could only remember as angry were filled with sadness and remorse. He could see her silver dyed hair swept to one side of her face. The porcelain doll under the rising moon was what she reflected. They sat together, for the first time, in front of his grandfather's gravestone. It was the only place his mother bothered keeping clean and regularly changed the flowers. 

Jisung wondered why people felt so sad all the time. Truthfully, he was getting tired of feeling it. He felt an unbearable emptiness inside of himself. Something incurable. He wondered what would bring his mother happiness. If he could see inside her mind, he would learn that all she dreamed of was fame, richess, and everlasting beauty. Jisung offered nothing in comparison.

But perhaps contradiction was a characteristic that was in her genetics. As much as she claimed to hate and abhor the child she had given birth to, she couldn’t help but remember whose eyes those belonged to. At another time, Jisung could have sworn he saw a flicker of guilt in those cold eyes. He couldn’t have been quite sure, it wasn’t an emotion he could imagine his mother being acquainted with.

It felt strange the way she reached out to him, gesturing for him to comfortably sit on her lap. It was awkward but he couldn’t complain as her delicate fingers threaded themselves through his hair like grandfather would do. It was the first time she had let him embrace her. Her chin rested upon his head and his ear laid softly in her chest, listening to the gentle beating of her existing heart.

He couldn’t remember for how long they stayed like that, only that he had fallen asleep. When he woke up on the cold ground, his backpack and teddy bear perched on top of it, he panicked. His mother was nowhere to be seen. He called out to her once, then twice, and finally screamed until his throat felt raw. Among humans in a world so vast, they could all feel agony. They knew what it was to be afraid. But it was nothing compared to the innocent child whose face scrunched up in wild fear and hurt. Tears staining his face endlessly, hiccups loud for those to hear, hands bunched up in small fists, and sobs of a mother that would no longer hear him.

He was silenced at the sound of strange whispers that rose all around him. Opening his swollen eyes, blinking his surroundings into clarity, he saw a terrifying sight. Ghosts, shadows, skeletons, people with rotting flesh, all rising from their graves. Hands protruded from the ground, clawing out in a desperate need to escape. Jisung felt the feeling of throwing up that threatened to rise in him. He screamed louder, curling into a fetal position on his grandfather's grave. He couldn’t think about anything besides the fact that no one would realize he would be dead at the hands of the mangled corpses. For a while, he stayed there shaking terribly. He couldn’t hear anything at one point and when he opened his eyes he saw the figure of a man, flesh falling apart, body void of blood, bones protruding, and empty eye sockets staring down at him. He passed out from the shock.

~

When Jisung had woken up again he was in a bed that engulfed his small frame and was covered in black silk sheets. He couldn’t make out where he was or how he had gotten there. Blinking away his drowsiness he started to notice that the room was nothing compared to his shabby home. The room alone made up his entire apartment. 

On the opposite of where he had been resting was a long six drawer dresser. A square mirror hung above it, his reflection staring back. He looked away immediately, avoiding his puffy and swollen eyes. Looking around the rest of the room Jisung noticed very minimal decor with what seemed to be kids toys grouped together in one corner. The only thing he could recognize was his backpack on the nightstand next to the bed and his teddy bear resting beside him. Before he could gather his things to escape the strange place he heard a knock on the door. 

Jisung wasn’t sure what to expect. He felt frightened at whatever or whoever was behind the door. When a man came into view, Jisung felt a strange sense of familiarity. But that had to be impossible, he’d never seen this man in his life. He would remember someone who looked as charming as his mother used to be.

The man's complexion was pale, raven hair that was tousled in a voluminous mess, the back of it sticking to his neck and the rest covering his ears and eyes partly. He wore black dress pants and a collared dress shirt. He seemed to be someone who could cause fear but enchant at the same time. Just like his mother. 

The biggest difference was the shy smile that graced his face as he stood by the door, not taking another step to avoid frightening the boy further. When his voice rang through the room Jisung was surprised to hear the softness that contrasted his cold appearance.

“Do you recognize me Jisung?” Jisung shook his head and observed the sad sigh that escaped the man in what seemed like a vague look of disappointment.

“Has your mother ever told you about me?” Jisung didn’t hesitate when, once again, he gestured a simple no. He pondered the question for a bit, curious as to who this person was. What relation did this man have to his mother? Was he going to harm him too?  The man fidgeted awkwardly in his position, not knowing how to move forward but having to resolve the situation in some way.

“My name is Hades. I’m your father,” Hades didn’t know how Jisung would react. He wasn’t really sure there was a way to ease a child into a reveal like that. But he could see a recognition in Jisung’s eyes, the tears that welled, and his trembling lips forming the words he longed to hear.

“F-father?”

Hades’ gaze softened, walking up to the boy. Albeit slowly at first with hesitance but then clumsily did the boy stumble into his father’s arms in his haste. Hades let out a small grunt at the sudden attack and wrapped his arms securely around Jisung who dug his head deeper into his fathers chest. Hades let his cheek rest upon Jisung’s head, rocking him back and forth like a baby. He cooed at him, whispering words that reassured him that he was safe and most importantly, that he had someone who loved him.

~

Two years after being reunited with his father, Jisung had grown comfortable living in the Underworld. He learned a lot during the time he bonded with Hades. All the tales of gods, demigods, and other mythological creatures of Greek culture. When he turned twelve, Hades spoke to him about attending the Academy for Demigods. It was a place where all demigod children learned in more depth about their history and honed in their powers and skills. It was a rather prestigious school but it was also a home.

It was a great opportunity for Jisung. Especially at that time when he had learned to get past the intense fear he used to feel. His development changed for the better. He went from being malnourished and scrawny to a healthy person with renewed childness. Jisung would always understand sadness and pain in the world. But it didn’t dictate his life anymore. He was now free to be happy and engage in a better lifestyle.

That wasn’t to say he didn’t feel nervous starting school, he panicked a bit wondering what would happen. He didn’t know if he’d be able to make friends or if people would want to approach him with ill intentions. He was delighted to find out that no one paid any attention to him. Everyone went on about their business and he preferred it that way. However, he did appreciate the welcome from another student named Zhong Chenle. 

Apparently, Hades had asked Hermes to have one of his sons guide Jisung during his time at the academy. He quickly recognized the playful and mischievous glint in his eyes but it seemed to dissipate as Jisung introduced himself. He garnered his affection rather quickly and soon enough the boys had become attached at the hip. Although he was disappointed that Chenle liked to mess around with people, he knew he was just like him. Chenle had gone through events in his life that shaped his view on the world. Just as Jisung’s views were changed by his childhood.

~

In his first few years nothing crazy happened. Jisung demonstrated to be studious in his classes. However, his strength was very average compared to other students. This was when the invisibility started to wear off and students took note of his skills. He took a long time to manage a sword decently. His reflexes were a bit slow as well. Sometimes he’d trip over his own feet and fall clumsily. There were students, mostly from Ares and Aphrodite’s side, that would laugh and mock him for not being able to hold himself up in a fight. He was a pitiful sight to behold in the eyes of his peers. A demigod who hasn’t been claimed and couldn’t keep up in a duel wasn’t much of a demigod to others. 

Jisung had ignored them all. He knew who his father was, there was no need to make a grand show of being claimed. They weren’t worth his efforts or worry. He continued on with his life as he always had to. Some time after, Jisung realized no one stepped up to mock him, people ignored his gaze. He had a feeling it had something to do with Chenle but he didn’t question it. Still, even if they didn’t have the courage to say it in his face they did do it behind his back. Or at least tried to.

Years of training did help him but he wasn’t up to par with the well skilled students. Sometimes he’d watch Chenle spar with others and look at him in awe. Chenle knew what his opponent was thinking. He seemed to know where they would step, jab, or turn. He was too fast, sneaky, and dangerous. Even the Ares children had become frustrated with him always winning. Of course, Chenle lost his fair share of fights but it didn’t outweigh his wins in the slightest. In times like those, Jisung wished he could relate.

It wasn’t until he turned seventeen that his power started to slowly manifest itself in him. It began with a small shadow of someone's silhouette that moved across his wall. He wasn’t surprised when the shadow took the form of a ghost. When the black faded away from the silhouette, disappearing at its feet, he saw a boy around his age. He blinked at Jisung, a small smile stretching on his small face. 

“Ah, you can finally see me. You are the young prince of the Underworld. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

Jisung felt strange at the title. Nevertheless, he stood up from his relaxed position on his bunk and walked closer to the ghost in front of him. He seemed young, too young to be dead. But Jisung knew death did not discriminate. It took anyone whose time was at its end.

“You don’t need to refer to me as such. You know who I am but I don’t know who you are?”

“My name is Shotaro. I was a student here some time ago. I can’t remember. Time after death doesn’t really exist. At least I don’t feel like it does. Well, that aside, there has been talk about your presence. It has been a very long time since another child of Hades was born. The Underworld has felt the awakening of your power.”

“It feels strange that you know so much about me.” Jisung put his hand behind his neck, rubbing at it shyly and awkwardly. Shotaro looks at him, nervous at having made the boy feel negatively.

“Yes, I know a bit of how this functions with demigods born from Hades. I have been around, hearing whispers. Your powers have been strangely dormant since you were born. But then they got better as you practiced. You have lived in the Underworld for some time and you have been trying to adjust to the mortal realm.”

“Sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“Awakening?” Jisung pondered that for a bit.

“Don’t worry, it’s just that you know more about me and I don’t know anything about you.”

“Oh…well I’m Osaki Shotaro. Apollo is my father. I was very talented in music. I was a very quiet student, much like you are. I had a friend, his name is Sungchan,” Jisung could feel some of the pain emitting from the boy's emotions as his eyes avoided his, “We used to do everything together. Play games, pranks, study and so on. I got sick one day and never got better. It was rather a slow death, hours turning into days. Days into weeks and weeks turning to months. I died a year later. I watched Sungchan mourn me.” 

Jisung doesn’t say anything, gesturing for the boy to continue. Shotaro takes a breath before continuing.

“I’ve been watching over him since that day. I watched him get better but I can still see that look in his eye whenever he gets silent. He has a family now and he’s retired. I wish I could have said something.” 

“Do you want me to pass on a message?” Shotaro’s eyes widened, his hands shaking in a gesture that rejected the idea.

“I wouldn’t want to bother you with such trivial matters. I was just rambling.”

“Hey don’t worry about it. In fact, I should be able to make your presence apparent to Sungchan. Father taught me how to do it but I wasn’t able to try it without an amplifier of some sort.” Shotaro looked near tears as he watched the boy in front of him. His offer was kind and the ghost knew it would probably be some more time until he could see his dear friend. Softly he whispers to Jisung, “I would really appreciate that.” And Jisung reciprocated with a smile of his own.

~

Jisung’s time at the Academy was uneventful for the most part. But he enjoyed every moment of it. He had a friend, a father, even a stepmother who loved him. Persephone was a kind goddess. And a very rightful Queen for the throne. He finally had a family of his own and truly, he couldn’t have asked for more.

Along the way, he did make a friend besides Chenle. They were the child of Hephaestus. He fondly remembered the journey they took together. Triple H as Chenle would jokingly call them. They were strong, ferocious, and knew how to put Chenle in his place. Jisung never said anything but he knew there was something off about them in the beginning. If the lack of a heartbeat was anything to go by. All he could do was observe them during the quest.

Jisung’s body had been weak since birth. His demigod powers had not properly adjusted to his body especially with all the psychological and physical abuse he’d gone through. It wasn’t until he started living in the Underworld that he had the opportunity to become stronger. He practiced all that his father taught him. Unbeknownst to him, his power had not reached its full potential. The time at the graveyard was a small power surge from the psychological overload. 

During his time in the Underworld his powers kept growing. But as soon as he went back to the mortal realm his powers were harder to bring forth. This explained Jisung’s clumsiness and lack of stability in his fighting. It was as if the difference in the mortal realm was weighing down on him.

However, he was able to at least function enough to be a useful asset during the quest. Especially with his shadow travel. That was always fun to him but it drained him a little more quickly. But his power was enough to get Cerberus out of the cave Jungwoo had him in. Just remembering his name made him feel unusually angry. All that he made Chenle and his friend suffer was unforgivable. He could still visually see the pain in Chenle’s eyes when he walked through his father’s mansion, his friend’s arms and head dangling. 

He knew what death was and although he couldn’t feel their heartbeat, he could understand the empty corpse that Chenle had in his arms. If he’d ask Hades to do something about the situation he knew his father would accept. But for the second time in Jisung’s life, Hades had denied him this. He argued with him for the first time. Hades had shut down his request almost immediately. It was after a moment of silence that Hades let the tension go, his hands limp at his sides.

Jisung, that demigod was not born of nature. That is one of Hephaestus’ many creations. I cannot bring life to them because they have no soul that I can place in their body. I would make this exception for you but I physically cannot do it. Hephaestus will help him. Do not worry yourself too much, death is only the beginning of another life here. You know this. In their case, they will walk among the living once again.

Still, Jisung felt upset and hurt at the turn of events. But it was later on that it became known of their return to campus. Their first stop was the Hephaestus workshops, a place where Chenle had found himself withering away day after day. Apparently, Chenle had almost lost his mind when he saw them, thinking they were a figment of his imagination. But it had been true, Hephaestus had fulfilled his deal and the friendly trio was restored.

Jisung was happy again. He was doing better with his life and he was grateful. It was all well again until he nearly got skewered with an arrow by you.

~

“For the love of the gods!” Jisung screamed, stumbling backwards and falling onto the ground with a pained grunt. His hands flew to his face and then his heart as he tried to calm down from the arrow that nearly left him lodged into a tree. His wild eyes looked around and then up to the person standing some feet away from him.

“Idiot…you…any idea…blind…” Jisung couldn’t process the words coming out of the person's mouth. They were blurred as the whistle of the arrow and his raging heart beat deafened his ears. He blinked a couple of times and then looked up again. 

“Hey idiot! Are you even listening to me? Are you so blind that you’d fail to notice an archer right in front of you!?” 

“Who…who are you?” You look at him, scoffing at his question. 

You mutter under your breath, “unbelievable.” You grabbed him by his wrist and pulled him up much to his surprise.

“What does it matter to you?” Jisung was frankly starting to get annoyed at your attitude. His previous fear slowly morphs into a frown.

“It was just a question. I think you’d at least owe that much for almost killing me.”

“Well, if you had been looking where you were going instead of aimlessly wandering about with your head in the skies, maybe you wouldn’t have walked in my way.” Jisung wanted to throw something back but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized you weren’t wrong. Entirely at least.

“W-well, you’re not supposed to be here! This is the academy’s forest training ground. It’s closed to outsiders.” That makes you scoff yet again.

“Dreaded academy. Confining yourselves to that little institution.” Jisung does take offense to that.

“It’s not dreaded…it’s a nice place.”

“You seem to be convincing yourself and not me.” Jisung gave a small pout which made you scrunch your face in disgust. You start walking away, without saying more but the boy you just met decides to walk in front of you. Raising his hands a bit at his sides as if trying to stop you. You could almost laugh at his ignorance.

“Are you serious?” Jisung blushes. Perhaps it was his curiosity or maybe those pretty almost silver eyes of yours, but he meant it when he wanted to know who you were.

“You still haven’t told me who you are.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Considering you almost killed me, I think you could at least tell me your name or what you’re doing here?” You glared at him. You could hear the underlying message of getting in trouble with the Academy. Of which you’d rather avoid.

“Artemis…I’m one of Artemis’ hunters. And we don’t particularly take to little demigods like you. So get out of my way and go back to your little dollhouse.” This time you weren’t so patient or kind as you pushed the boy out of your way. Still, he watched you as you disappeared into the forest. So mean for someone as cute as you.

~

You weren’t very well known among demigods. And you liked to keep it that way. But that didn’t mean they didn’t know of your other…persona. The Moon Hunter. Stories told of a hunter who was incredibly strong, quick, and lethal. Those sharp eyes of yours could see just about anything and calculated within seconds. You were a dangerous person even among demigod standards. 

Artemis’ hunters were a group that vowed loyalty and swore off romantic pursuits of any kind. They dedicated their lives to hunting and keeping monsters at bay. They took care of each other and became a true family. But with this oath came another promise. The promise of immortality.

You couldn’t remember exactly how many decades you lived through but you adapted pretty quickly to the changes. Nothing less could be expected from the famed Moon Hunter. But even then, the name started to become a stranger to you. As if though, that person was someone else. A person you used to know who would take joy and pride in their work. But you? You had become a hollow shell of the former. Days went by, feeling prolonged and repetitive. Boring and useless. 

You continued to practice even though your skills were by far the best anyone could ever dream of having. You had left the other hunters to journey on your own, much to their sadness. But they could only let you do what you wished, they still yet had not understood your aging pain. In this journey of silence, you met the boy who had his head in the skies.

Or moreso in the underworld. His skin was pale, eyes a little sunken, and hair a floppy mess of raven black. You noticed the weakness in him immediately. As if though his body was not yet properly maintaining the chaotic power in him. But you could tell a child of Hades when you saw one. He rarely did have any children, being possibly the most responsible in that aspect among his two brothers. This demigod though seemed different from the last one you’d seen years ago. More of a childlike aura to him. He was stupid enough to not watch where he was going. 

You put those thoughts away as you walked on. After having left the forest you made your way back to the small home over the mountain. The mountains were what separated the academy from the outside world. You weren’t a fan of the institution but you had made a promise to someone that you would move on with life and live calmly. And you acted upon those wishes because there was nothing more for you to do. At least that’s what you believed.

~

The second time you were found, Jisung was more aware of his surroundings.  The boy had been left curious by you. And his curiosity was one that he wanted to fulfill. Every day he’d take a walk around the forest, hoping to find you again. But you never did show up so he decided to wander a little farther. This time he found you making more arrows for your bow. You didn’t have to look up to know of his presence. But you didn’t ignore it either.

“You find me once again. You avoided having your head in the clouds?” Jisung reaches out to push the hanging branch in his way and steps out into the open space you were in. He observed the pile of silver arrow tips among other supplies neatly placed on the wooden work table next to  you. You look up at him, bringing your motions to a slow stop.

“H-how’d you know?” You go back to putting your arrows together.

“Let me guess, you feel sick to your stomach just thinking of traveling by sky?” Jisung blinks, surprise shadowing his features.

“A son of Hades. I could tell what you are from the moment we met. Now why is it that we’re meeting again? I’m getting the impression that you’ve purposely seeked me out.”

“I’m not very fond of clouds to be honest.”

“I- well…I was curious about you. You seem different from the people I’ve known. And you’ve managed to pass through the academy’s barrier. Not only that but you also know who my dad is.”

“Such useless thoughts. Instead of asking so much why don’t you just go back? There’s nothing for you here and I’m not worth being curious about.”

“I would hardly say you’re not worth it, if so I wouldn’t be here.” It almost surprises you, the little quip.

“I’ve heard about Artemis’ hunters. You trade a life of partnership and romance for immortality. That doesn’t seem entirely fun. If anything, it feels quite long does it not?”

“It’s a relaxing lifestyle.” Jisung doesn’t move from his place. If there was one thing you could admire of him was the way he was trying to read you without being read himself. His eyes were quite difficult to discern beyond the growing curiosity. But you see a small, kind smile tug at the edges of his lips.

“Isn’t it lonely?”

“Lonely is not bad at all. As I said, it’s rather relaxing.”

“I know what it is to be lonely. In a world where anyone could care less. In a place where things stop to matter. It’s not fun. Nor is it relaxing. If anything, it’s dreadful.” You want to snap the arrow in your hand in half but refrain. Just what was it with this kid and why was he talking so much?

“I didn’t ask for your life story and I’m the last person you should be trying to pitch your advice onto. I’m past the age of needing advice.” Jisung simply smiles at you, this time he does walk closer. His hand comes up to place something on your bench and you glance at it.

“I bought you something to drink. I wasn’t sure what you liked so I bought a few different ones. You seem to be the type to wander alone. I think you could use some company.” He ignores the annoyed sigh that escapes you.

“I think you’re painfully dense. I don’t need-”

“I’ll come by again tomorrow. I hope we can be friends.”

“I don’t need friends!” Jisung laughs oddly with optimism at your sudden outburst. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow!” And with that he joyfully bounces away leaving you with a now snapped arrow and a growing headache.

~

Jisung kept true to his promise. He came back frequently to see you. It became part of his routine to visit you that even Chenle started taking notice. At first it was nothing. Jisung would disappear for an hour or two. But then it became an almost everyday thing. He could visually see the happy glint in his eyes. It made him question just what was going on in Jisung’s life at the moment.

When he confronted his friend about it he was surprised to see how quickly he opened up. He had met a hunter of Artemis and had been meeting with them. He called them a friend. Chenle was happy for Jisung, seeing how he was making more connections outside himself and his partner. 

He noticed the little smiles, the gifts he’d make, the blush on his face whenever he brought them up. His friend was undoubtedly falling in love. And although he supported the idea, there was something that concerned him. Jisung was a kind person, he was a caring person indeed. And it was completely plausible that he had fallen in love with this hunter. But after a year of being acquainted with the hunter, there was a subtle change in Jisung’s affection that didn’t sit right with Chenle.

For starters, Jisung wasn’t exactly the best when it came to art. As far as Chenle knew, Jisung never picked up a paintbrush in his life. But on a particular day that he’d walked into their dorm he saw a beautifully painted person on a canvas. Jisung being the artist in control of the paintbrush. The second part that felt weird was Jisung’s use of language. Sometimes he would slip into a different accent. Say words that felt too proper. There was something definitely wrong and he had to find out why.

Chenle being the person he was, tried of all different ways to find out what was going on. He started to follow Jisung around. Whether it was walking with him to morning classes or trailing him to the Hephaestus workshops where he frequently seemed to be creating something. Even his partner had a say in all of Jisung’s frequent visits. 

“Chenle, I think there’s something wrong with Jisung.” Chenle sighs, a look of concern blooming.

“I agree. Have you noticed how he’s been speaking? It sounds like he came out of the 1950s. And the hobbies he’s taken up? I know for sure one can’t learn how to paint like that in the span of a week. I don’t even know how long it took him to do it.”

“I think…look it might sound weird but it’s the only conclusion I could make that is sensible.”

“You’re kinda scaring me.”

“I think Jisung’s being controlled by a ghost.” Chenle looks up, eyes wide. His mind starts to play back everything that’s happened since Jisung’s turn in character. If he applied this logic, it fit extremely well. Jisung’s never been one to paint, he’s never spoken in any other accent other than his own, making crafts was also something Jisung never showed interest in. Even when it came to his fighting style in class, it had radically changed. He wasn’t as clumsy but instead of using his right hand he’d use his left. There were just so many things that have changed.

“If it were true, how would we go about it? I don’t think the ghost will tell me who they really are.”

“I’ve already made a contraption for this. I need Jisung to walk into a metal cage I’ve made. It’s invisible but once he steps inside and I seal it, I can separate the ghost from his body. They’ll be completely divided and Jisung might have an answer on what to do afterwards.”

“Okay but how do we get him to walk into it? Jisung can sense things around him. He’s sensitive to all around him, it’s also why he has trouble controlling his powers.”

“I’m 99% sure that he won’t notice but just in case we’ll have to create a scenario where the object of his affection is in perilous danger to the point where he won’t notice. The only way to do that is to inform this person. You have to follow him to where they meet.” Chenle looks at his partner, mischief written all over his eyes. Of which he receives an eye roll in response.

~

You could no longer remember how long it had been since Park Jisung had crossed your path. He kept coming back even if you pushed him away. He treated you as a friend even if you didn’t reciprocate. You would say it was taxing but really, you started to grow fond of him. Instead of the usual jabs at his clumsiness, you started teaching him how to fight better. There was an understanding that the mortal realm had its effects on Jisung’s body and powers. He had been trying to get accustomed to it but it was a slow process.

However, after a while, the more you had practiced with him and lectured him on important topics like hunting, using your surroundings to your advantage, and how to cook, the better Jisung had become. At an alarmingly quick pace but you didn’t think too much about it. He’d ask for your critiques and advice frequently of which you were surprised he accepted kindly. 

But among it all, you knew that there was a change in your relationship with the boy. Jisung had become…different. Yes of course you’d expected his clumsiness to lessen after practicing beside you. However, Jisung had surprised you on certain occasions and that was something that people ever rarely got to brag about. Standing in the training area of your yard, you began teaching Jisung how to use your bow and arrow. Before this you started with sword lessons but after seeing his improvement you let him move on to use your bow. 

“You have to concentrate on your target. Pay attention to your target but do not ignore your surroundings. Steadily hold it,” you help Jisung position the arrow, “now aim and…let go.” The arrow zipped through the air, landing exactly in the center of the target you placed on the tree ahead of you. Jisung let out an excited gasp looking back at you. He had been hyper aware of your proximity before but had underestimated just how close you really were. When he came to face you, your face was a mere few inches from his. From where he was he could see the beautiful specks of color in your eyes, the shape of your parted lips, he could even hear your faint breathing. His eyes had flickered to your lips, imagining just how nice it would feel to kiss you.

You cleared your throat, backing away from him swiftly and murmuring a good job. But he smiled, looking down to the ground realizing the unmistakable blush of your cheeks. When he looked back to you, you were cleaning up the practice area and avoiding his stare. 

“Would it truly hurt you to look into my eyes?” You don’t stop moving, trying to avoid where the conversation was headed.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” At this Jisung lightly scoffs.

“You cannot deny that there is something between us. I have come here many times not only grateful for your teachings but also simply to see you. I know you feel something for me too.” In a rise of frustration you throw the equipment you had in hand onto the table, turning to look him in the eyes just as he wanted.

“Jisung, I’m not sure what you want from me. I’ve welcomed you as a friend and nothing more. I’ve let myself accept you because you were right, I was used to being alone for years, decades really. And I appreciate your company. But I am Artemis’ hunter and I do not wish for a romantic relationship. I prefer my immortality as is.” You could see the frustration growing in those dark eyes. The way he wants to say more but doesn’t. Instead he walks up to you, gently handing you back your bow. He walks away but not before whispering closely in your ear.

“You loved me once Y/N. Don’t you remember? We made a promise but it seems you’ve forgotten. I may not look the same but I know you can feel the difference.” Jisung looked into your eyes a little longer and smiled. You felt a cold prickling throughout your body. The silence around you deafening as Jisung walked away into the forest, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the painful memories of the name you uttered softly.

“Taeyong?”

~

The young boy had been a mere mortal. He was no son of the Greek gods but he was surely recognized by them. His features had been too beautiful to ignore, to not look at. Everywhere he went, he was doted on. Watched with fascination and adoration. He didn’t pay it any mind though. At five years old, Lee Taeyong just wanted to play with his friends and enjoy meals with his parents. He was a caring boy, full of sensitivity for others and love. 

It was how you became attracted to him. You had grown up besides Taeyong since birth, both families having been friends since their teenage years. You had gotten accustomed to Taeyong’s cute hugs, soft kisses on the cheek when you scraped your knee or started crying. You were only five but you understood the feeling of love that soothed your chest. People liked each other and they got together because of love.

The two of you were inseparable. Truly aligned soulmates that were meant for each other. At twelve years old, you went to the school dance together. Although all the kids ran around and played, you stood beside Taeyong for the remainder of the evening. Giggling, laughing, talking about anything that came to the mind of a twelve year old. It was when Taeyong asked if he could kiss you on the lips. You were flustered to say the least but accepted the request willingly. It was weird but a good type of weird. You nervously held onto his hand and he brought them around his waist. His hands moved up to hold your face, just as he always did when he’d kiss you on the cheek. 

You were just kids but you never forget that night. After that, you told him that you wanted to be his partner but that it would be nice to take it slow. Of the two, you were always the one who had a sense of clarity, perhaps maturity, when it came to relationships whether a friend or partner. As time went on, Taeyong had finally asked you out at fifteen. It was usually an awkward time for teenagers who had a lot to explore about the world and about themselves. But just as it had been before, everything felt right when you were with him. You didn’t explore the world on your own because you had Lee Taeyong by your side and you couldn’t ask for more.

It had been on a sunny day that Taeyong took you out to a local festival. Your arm looped around his, both of you wandered off into the streets where all the excitement was happening. Games were played, foods were shared, hidden pecks were exchanged. When it started getting dark he walked you home. But before you reached your house, he led you to the park that was around the corner. It was silent, the breeze blowing a bit, and distant laughter could be heard from the festival. You had walked ahead of him looking up to the stars and admiring them. The smile that was on your face was a sight that would forever be engraved in Taeyong’s mind.

“Y/N?” He called out to you softly and you turned back to look at him, responding with a little hum.

“Remember the day you said you wanted to go out with me but to take things slow?” A blush spread on your face, a shy smile making its way to your lips.

“Yes. What of it?” You were expecting it now. You were hoping for it and you weren’t disappointed.

Taeyong came closer to you, putting his hand out and softly asking to dance with you. It was a surprise but you couldn’t say it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Taeyong was a great dancer and a wonderful starting musician. His voice always soft and melodious in your ears. You placed your hand in his and let him close the gap between the two of you. He looked down into your eyes, infinite love within them and you only hoped he could see the same in yours.

“Y/N, would you grant me the greatest honor of being your boyfriend?” You couldn’t even speak, not with how tears of happiness welled in your eyes. Your heart was moving too rapidly, his words and his proximity being too much for you to handle. So instead of a verbal response, you gave him a kiss. Within that kiss, the both of you smiled, giggled, and sighed. It was your happily ever after. Lee Taeyong would always be your happily ever after.

It wasn’t fair. That’s what you told yourself repeatedly. But reality couldn’t deny the digression of Taeyong’s physical beauty and health. You couldn’t remember what he was diagnosed with because you refused to believe it. You refused to believe that the love of your life was dying and leaving you behind. He didn’t want to tell you, his first few weeks full of sobbing and painful headaches. He wasn’t ready to go, he was only twenty. He was looking forward to finding a nice little apartment for the both of you. But by that time, he had collapsed and his parents had to take him to the hospital. The diagnosis was Taeyong’s worst moment in life. But then he realized that he’d have to look into your beautiful eyes and tell you that he couldn’t be with you. And that had truly torn him apart. Why had fate been so cruel?

He didn’t want to tell you but avoiding you could have only gone so far. When you showed up to his door, his parents had let you in. You too had been crying. Phoning Taeyong was challenging because his parents had always answered instead of him. Visiting him was always rejected with apologies. But this time you didn’t take no for an answer. When you pushed his door open you saw him curled up on his bed. He was a complete mess, his hair sticking out oddly, his skin looking paler than usual, and those pretty eyes of his were puffy. A sign that he had been crying.

When he saw you he teared up again, shaking his head as he tried to tell you to leave. He didn’t want you to see him like this. But you put away all of your frustrations of his negligence and sat next to him. You reached out to him, pulling him up into your arms, and placing your forehead on his.

“What is wrong? Why are you like this? Please love, talk to me. You can tell me.” You tried to get him to talk but when those words came out he just broke down. You couldn’t remember how long he held onto you, all you could hear were his choked sobs and feel his tears on your neck. Taeyong had always found comfort in the way you ran your fingers through his hair and he realized that he missed you too much for words to convey. When the sobbing had ceased to little sniffles, Taeyong pulled away and told you everything.

You called him a liar. But you knew he wasn’t. You called him a bastard for trying to fool you with such a mean joke. But you knew it wasn’t true. Taeyong could only cry as he watched you fall apart. Hitting his chest, roughly rubbing at your eyes, your head shaking in denial. Finally, you both laid down next to each other, too tired from the tears. You asked him questions he wished he didn’t have to answer. He didn’t know how much time he had. So you made him promise that he would never avoid you like that again.

“Lee Taeyong, don’t you ever pull a stunt like that again.”

“I’m sorry my love. I am so sorry.” 

“It’s better now. We have talked about it. There is only one thing left to do now.” Taeyong looked into your eyes that reflected his melancholy. He gave you a weak smile with a question, “And what would that be my love?”

“Enjoy our life together faster than anyone’s ever witnessed.” Taeyong didn’t know what he did to deserve someone as loving as you.

Ultimately, that was what you did. You moved into an apartment with the help of both your families. You did your best to work and bring what you could to the table. If it weren’t for the support of both parents you didn’t think you’d make it. But they understood the fear and the rush to enjoy life with Taeyong. He would become a fleeting moment and you wanted to enjoy him as much as possible.

Taeyong felt like he had burdened you. But everytime he had those thoughts or had that look in his eyes, you had to reassure him that you loved him no matter what. That he was stuck with you because you could never let him go. As Taeyong’s health declined you found that you couldn't work anymore. Taking care of him was now your priority. Towards the end of his life, Taeyong had to stay in bed, machines doing what they could to prolong his life a little bit more. But he knew his end was near and seeing you trying not to fall apart hurt him.

“You have to promise me you’ll fall in love again.” You didn’t want to have this conversation with him again.

“I don’t want to! Stop saying that please.” Taeyong could only watch as your heart fell apart so visibly through your tears. He whispered to you, voice barely strong enough.

“Darling, you need to live. You need to go on. You’re always so sad.” Everytime he started with this you’d cry loudly, grab at his hand and hold it to your heart. You knew he was weak, his body not strong enough on its own. You wished for him to understand that you could never love anyone the way you loved him. You’d always be the one to take his hand and put it against your cheek as you’d whisper everything you felt for him.

“I do not want anyone else! Stop trying to give me away. I only want you. I will never love anyone else like I love you Lee Taeyong. Accept it. Accept that I do not wish for any man in this world that is not you.” God did he want to, he loved how you wanted him so badly. But he knew it wouldn’t be right. However, to ease your sobs he made a promise.

“Fine then let us settle this with a promise. We will wait for each other. And when the day comes that we finally see each other, we will stay together for all eternity. I will always love you Y/N. I love you my darling.” Taeyong’s coughing started to take over him and you dreaded that this was the moment. You called for a doctor, for help, but Taeyong could only look at you with his last smile. You didn’t realize you were screaming until your mother came by to check on the both of you. She tried to pull you away but could only let go and cry as she watched you mourn the love of your life.

You didn’t want to remember life after that. You vowed to never pursue a romantic relationship again. You became cold and you knew Taeyong would have been upset to see the person you’d become. He took away with him all the love and warmth you had to give. Your vow is what brought Artemis to you. You learned from her all you knew and more. You became Artemis’ infamous Moon Hunter. You had to explain to your family what you had become. They believed it as they realized that you stopped aging. After, you mourned everyone else around you. Your parents, Taeyong’s parents, and your few friends. 

When those you knew left, you vanished from that town and never looked back. Instead, you carried your duties. You continued on with life. And it may have been selfish because you knew Taeyong was waiting for you. You knew he had to be. But you were alone. You had no one else and your mental state had suffered greatly. Eventually, you put away your past and Lee Taeyong had become a buried memory within your heart.

~

There was a knock at your door. Walking away from the dishes you were washing you grabbed a rag to dry your hands as you walked to the door. Upon opening it there was a boy with mint green hair and clear eyes of a snake. You leaned upon the doorframe, arms crossed in front of you.

“And what do I owe the pleasure of meeting Hermes’ prodigal son?” Chenle eyebrows furrow confused as to how you know who he is. Before he can ask, you speak up again.

“Don’t ask how I know. I’ve been alive for so many decades I’ve become a book of secrets. And your little friend talks a lot about you. Now what is it you want, Zhong Chenle?” Chenle could see the bits and pieces of what Jisung had told him about you. The way you presented yourself, your silent disposition that was calculating. You were confident and unafraid. An interesting match for his friend who was a little more bubbly.

“I need your help. It’s Jisung, he’s been acting weird. I thought you might know or be able to help.” You laugh.

“You're a smart person. I think you already know what the problem is.” You push yourself off the doorframe and invite Chenle in. You let him settle in and bring him a drink of his choosing. Now settling on the opposite chair of the dining room table you sigh. Beforehand it wasn’t noticeable, but seeing you unwind for a moment Chenle sees that you are beyond tired. Moreseo mentally than physically. 

“Who is it?” Chenle asks, getting straight to the matter at hand.

“His name is Lee Taeyong…” you hated yourself for feeling emotional but you knew how to control your voice, “he was my husband.” Chenle’s eyes widened in shock. He assumed he was a lover but for someone who seemed as young as you, a husband did not cross his mind.

“He died in his early twenties from an illness. We’d known each other all our lives. Madly in love and whatnot. We had our lives planned out, our entire future. But we found out he was sick and so I pushed for us to marry and live together. A love experienced faster than anyone’s seen. What I dreaded had become a reality and Taeyong became a distant memory. I vowed to never fall in love again and Artemis found me. Turned me immortal.”

“So that’s who he is. Hm, I did wonder how Jisung was able to paint so well. He’s never been into art and crafts.” You don’t look at him, remembering how much you loved seeing Taeyong’s work. You move on from his comment.

“How do we get him out of Jisung’s body? I assume you already have a plan.” Chenle starts to actually fear your intellect and reading abilities. It’s like you already knew how everything would pan out.

“My partner, their a child of Hephaestus. They’ve made a cage that will separate Taeyong’s soul from Jisung’s body. It’s invisible but we’re afraid Jisung’s body will react to it. We’re not quite sure how far possession goes in terms of connection of soul and host.” You wave your hand dismissively. 

“Taeyong was mortal. Even if he could tell, Jisung would be made conscious of it and they’d fight for control. There were times he’d contradict himself but now that it’s confirmed I understand why. Jisung’s been awake the entire time. He’s been fighting for control but he’ll be able to get it back. How are we going to get him to walk into it?” At this the boy nervously laughs.

“Well we thought we’d have to create a scenario where you’re in grave danger. He’d only be focused on you and hopefully not entirely aware of his surroundings.”

“You barely know me and already treat me as bait.” Before Chenle could try and explain himself you put a hand up to stop him. 

“I don’t care as long as they can be separated. The longer we wait the more problematic the situation can become. Tell your partner to bring their contraption. I will take care of the rest.” Chenle thanks you, informing you of the preparation of the contraption. Before he leaves he asks you a question you weren’t expecting.

“Will you be okay after seeing Taeyong?” You don’t look at him, instead telling him to close the door on his way out. Your facade was fading and you needed to come to terms with the painful piece that was your love. The one you buried under all the coldness and sternness that was your personality.

~

Jisung did not come back to you for about a week. You assumed it was to give some distance between the two of you. You felt conflicted but you knew what had to be done. You weren’t sure what it was that Chenle had said or done but Jisung was running hurriedly through the forest. He needed to find you. Apparently, there was a gadget of some sort that let you see another person. That was totally and not entirely Chenle’s partner’s many creations. It was a communication device and when he tried to use it, he saw you out in the open on the ground with what seemed like broken items around you. As if you were in a fight.

When Jisung walked into the open area where you were, he realized his mistake too late. The moment his foot stepped on the invisible trap, a glowing white fence formed behind him. He reached out to push it but retracted his hands when he felt a slight bolt of electricity. He looked around him, worried and panicked because of the cage and your body on the ground.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wake, please wake up!” He got as close as he could to the side of the cage that was facing you. He looked out with worried eyes, hands yearning to reach out to you. When he watches you move, he sighs in relief. Your hand comes up to clean away at the dirt on your face; looking up you stare straight into his eyes and you see some of the relief turns into confusion.

“Why do you stare at me with such eyes?”

“Tsk,” you shake your head, “when were you planning to tell me?” Jisung’s eyebrows furrowed.

“I do not understand what you are asking. I thought- I thought you were hurting?” You get up and dust yourself off, Jisung’s eyes following your every movement. You walk closer to him, sit down in front of him and observe.

“Taeyong.” Realization overcomes his expression, a sad smile playing on his lips as he remembers your last encounter with him.

“You do remember me.”

“It’s been decades, we may have known each other from a different time but I would be blind if I couldn’t recognize the boy I met and the boy I see now.”

“Have you always doubted me?”

“Jisung uses his right hand. You use your left. Apparently, he’s never picked up a paintbrush in his life,” Taeyong lets out a soft laugh, “and Jisung could have never known the lyrics to the song you hum all the time.” He can see that under that stoic mask, you’re hurting just like the first time. He wonders why fate had to be this way. All he wanted was to be happy with you but why was it that you always looked so sad.

“I am sorry for lying to you-”

“For how long?” Taeyong looks like his next words were too painful to say.

“Long enough for you to fall in love with him and not me.” You looked at him confused.

“I have only been in his body for three months. The Jisung you know was the one you fell in love with. And the one you questioned was me. He has a warm heart that was torn at too much. But he found guidance, family,” he looks into your eyes, “and love.” There was a time when you were drowning in happiness to just be able to talk to him. To be in his embrace. He was your first and who you wished to be your last. But the world had taken him away from you and you grew accustomed to not having him anymore. Hearing him now reminded you of the times where you were simply a mortal enjoying life and loving the boy who kept a piece of your heart.

“I mourned you Taeyong. I watched you die and I fell apart. But that was decades ago. Everyone left and I was alone. I chose this. So how and why are you here?” Taeyong scrambled closer, forgetting about the electric shock the cage caused. He flinched and moved his hands away.

“I was supposed to be judged by Thanatos. I know that but I was pulled away for some reason. I do not remember for how long but eventually, I saw you. You were different but I knew it was you. I was by your side for a decade but you could never see me. I guess I was not strong enough but Jisung came along. I practiced and practiced until eventually I was able to take hold of him. He fights me for dominance and I know, I-I know this is w-wrong-” tears escape you before you realize as you watch him break up in front of you, “but I needed to speak with you. I missed you so much. It has been everything I have ever wanted, being by your side and not feeling sick. I would remember all the things we used to do.”

“You can’t be here Taeyong. It’s been too long and although I loved you dearly once, I gave everything up to be here.” Taeyong looks like he wants to scream. All he wanted was to be with you. He knows he made you promise to move on with life but being with you for the past three months reminded him of all the other promises he wanted in life.

“A love experienced faster than anyone’s ever seen. We already lived it Taeyong. But you are dead. You need to move on just as I have.”

“But you promised you wouldn’t! You promised you promised me you wouldn’t! You said you could never love anyone the way you love me. Why can you not keep your promise to me? I am here just for you.”

“I do love you Taeyong, I do, please understand that. But I am no longer in love with you,” you watch him crawl away from you, pained not only from your words but the process of separation that was beginning, “we’ve been apart for far too long and I’ve made a life for myself.”

“You said we would wait for each other. Why would you choose to be immortal instead of being with me?” You feel guilty but there was truth in his words.

“I grew cold Taeyong. I was tired. But I do not regret anything between us. Your actual promise to me was that I’d move on and fall in love again. And I have. I will leave my immortality for Jisung because it’s true. I do love him. He’s been a friend to me in such a short time but he made me feel again. And if you’ve been there for me for so long, you know I have tired of this life. Hades and Thanatos will not be happy that you’ve taken over Jisung’s body. Only he will be able to get you in their good graces and forgiveness. I love you Taeyong. But you have to let go.” It hurts you the way he looks at you, the way Jisung’s facial expression reminds you so easily of Taeyong’s. He always looked like a hurt and wounded child. His teary eyes look into yours.

“Will I see you again?”

“Yes you will, Taeyong. I promise you that we will see each other again. No matter what happens, we will get there eventually.” And although Taeyong feels wounded and hurt, wanting to at least get a kiss from you, he nods in understanding, whispering his final “I love you” and letting go.

~

After Taeyong’s soul was separated from Jisung’s body he personally escorted him to the underworld. Neither of them said anything to you as they vanished. You were left to grieve once again. But this did not hurt as badly as the last. Although in your hurt and weakened state, you called out to Artemis. Wanting to get over all that has happened in the last hour. You hear her voice in your mind as you stare up at the moon that shone brightly.

Are you sure you want this? I cannot take you back into the group if you decide to give up your immortality for love.

Yes, this…this is what I want. I enjoyed my time as a hunter. And I will never forget everything you’ve taught me. But I realize now that I am not strong enough to remain this way. I grew tired and I wish to settle down and accept life.

Well then, it shall be as you wish. I will strip you of your immortality. But I will not make you into a mere mortal. I will give you the powers of a demigod and you will be blessed with the knowledge of Apollo’s children. My brother will take care of you just as I have. Be well my dear hunter, and may you find happiness in love.

Thank you mother.

The process of losing your powers wasn’t all that grand. You could only watch the light silver dust that swirled around you, taking away the immortality you had once vowed to keep. You felt lighter and more free than before. You could only wish that Taeyong could say the same.

~

Chenle had sent you news that Taeyong was able to make it into Elysium. You were relieved to say the least. But there was something else on your mind and he knew.

“He’s healing if that’s what you’re wondering. After everything, he said he needed some time to be away from people. He doesn’t hate you or anything. I know he misses you a lot.”

“He should hate me though. My dead husband possessed him for a few months. But he still let him get into Elysium.” Chenle could only watch you.

“You should enroll in the academy. You know, being Apollo’s kid and all.”

“You sneaky little snake,” you scoff.

“I didn’t see anything, I swear.”

“Liar, go away Chenle.”

“Enroll in the academy. It’ll be good for you and easier for Jisung. You’ve done a lot for him this past year but I know he’s done good for you too. He used to be scared of love. But you’ve changed that for him.”

You bid him goodbye as you walked back to your little cabin. Most often you were a person of very few words. But it took someone like Chenle or Jisung to understand what your silence meant. The microscopic expressions you’d make before turning away. You knew what you would do. You could only hope that everything would turn out well.

~

When you see Jisung again he almost falls over. He had been in his Demigod Healing and First Aid class. After the episode with Taeyong’s soul, Jisung’s inner balance was strangely put back together well. His powers had finally manifested properly in his body and he wasn’t as weak before. He knew it had to do something with that soul but he couldn’t figure out what. If Taeyong could see him now he’d probably laugh knowingly. 

You had walked in, students whispering about the new student. Before anyone could offer you a seat you head directly to Jisung, plopping down next to him. You turn to him, elbow on the desk and chin settling down on your hand.

“What’s up lover boy?” Jisung blushes deeply all the way to his ears as he looks away from the gaze of other students. He ignores them all and looks to you.

“What are you doing here? I thought the children of Artemis didn’t attend the academy.” You hum.

“That’s because they don’t.”

“Then how are you here?”

“I’m officially Apollo’s adopted kid. No longer an immortal.” Jisung does a double take, words stuttering, and head shaking in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Apollo adopted you?”

“Artemis didn’t want to leave me as a mere mortal as I was before. Instead, she let me stay as a demigod. I guess she did me a favor.” There’s a look in his eyes, one you can’t read.

“Why would you do that?”

“Because I like you a lot. Well love but uh anyway. Immortality is boring and repetitive.” Jisung looks at you.

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Crazy in love.” Jisung gags and you let yourself laugh.

“Oh my gods. I can’t believe you confessed to me in a health class.”

“Love is a healthy thing in life, you know. Helps build relationships.”

“That’s the wrong type of health.” You look at him, surprised that he’s being a little brat.

“Huh, maybe I don’t know you after all. Where are these little quips coming from?” Jisung leans over to leave a quick peck on your cheek, leaving you surprised and him impossibly redder than before.

“I love you too.”

~

“Were you ever bothered by being able to know what Taeyong was doing?” Jisung hums, cuddling up next to you as the movie played on your living room television.

“I understood what he felt. Although we lived different experiences I knew that he loved you a lot. He felt it to be unfair, the card he was dealt with. But he said to me before he left, ‘Take care of Y/N. I loved them enough for one lifetime. Now you can do it instead.’ We all have something we have to move on from eventually. I know I had to.” Jisung thinks back to his mother, the one who although treated him terribly, he still kept a piece of his heart reserved for her. He thought back to everything she wanted in life. She could’ve had it all but it had not mattered in the end. 

Jisung was simply content with having you in his arms, looking at him with those eyes of yours, dazed at the shape of your lips. That was what truly mattered. He knew that Suffering was not the monster in his chest. It was loneliness that tried to reach out for someone. And he fell even more in love when he knew that someone had been you.

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