I Saw Her First

I saw her first

pairing: jaehyun x f.reader x mark

genre: smut || very little plot || +18

summary: you are tired after a long day of meetings but you step into an elevator with jaehyun-- however, you don't know mark has his eyes on you too

word count: 1.9k

warnings: threesome, pet names, unprotected sex (don't), cursing, oral (f.receiving), cumshot, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom jae

a/n: the first ff I post anywhere so... enjoy! also english is not my first language

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When your eyes meet his, you are undeniably possessed by his gaze. Nothing in this world could compare to the way he looks at you. It’s intoxicating, but your fingers brushed, and the heat between your legs crave him and only him. 

“Which floor?” he asked. His voice is husky, calm. 

You clear your throat before you answer. 

“Thirteen.” 

He looks at you and says nothing. The elevator is still stuck on the Mezzanine level, but his fingers are on the close button and you can hear how your shaky breath blends into the background music. His eyes are light on you, and a shade of crimson crosses his cheeks. Chuckling, he presses thirteen on the elevator and watches how you regain composure. Curious, he crosses his arms around his broad chest. You want to feel his weight over your body right now. 

“Long night?” he asks. 

“The longest” you manage to reply. 

Bright eyes scan you up and down. You wish you wore your sluttiest dress tonight, but a beige cardigan hides all of your curves now. Traveling for work, you find yourself at a 6-day conference. Day 6 out of 6 you have not gotten the time to explore around the city. However, when you spot Jaehyun, your dream man, in the same elevator, this conference trip might not be bad at all. 

He takes two steps towards you and takes the ID dangling right above your abdomen. His eyes scan up to your breasts and he stops to look into your eyes. 

“Your name is pretty, just like you,” he smirks. 

In what seems to be the longest elevator ride ever, you nod getting a laugh from him. He presses another number on the elevator number pad. This is number twenty-five. His lips are so close to you now, you allow him to come closer. His plush lips hover over yours as his eyes devour you, disguised under his blonde fringe. 

“Come over to the twenty-fifth?” 

Silence. 

The elevator dings. This is floor thirteen, your floor. The safe haven you’ve been daydreaming about all day. But this was before Jaehyun was this close to you. 

You reach the close button and the elevator doors shut close. 

You grab Jaehyun by the collar of his body-tight black shirt and pull him into a kiss. Surprised, his eyes widen, but shortly you feel him melt into you. Hands grabbing your ass, wanting more. His tongue collides with yours, the taste of wine and desire overpowering you. Backing up, you find yourself pinned against the elevator doors. You almost didn’t notice when you are already on floor twenty-five. 

Jaehyun pushes you softly to get yourself out of the sinful enclosed space, never breaking your kiss. Tasting every lick, every liplock, everything you offer him. You are lost in him. His touch, his scent. You pull his hair enough to make him softly moan as he kisses you until you reach the double doors. You break the kiss to gasp for air. He shows you his room keys and you smile willingly. 

The doors open and the view of the city is breathtaking. You can’t help but be in awe. The lights are off, so all you can see are streetlights and the beautiful skyline of buildings. It is quite a scenery. Jaehyun hugs you from behind and starts to plant small kisses on your neck. 

“I am not doing anything you don’t want to.”

“Who said I didn’t want to, Jaehyun.” 

To his surprise, you knew his name, and he is pleased. His ego was boosted.

“So… you know me?” 

“Yes,” you say not turning to look at him. 

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he whispers. 

Kiss open-mouth kisses travel from your neck to your shoulder as he cups your breasts and starts to undress you. You are stripped down to your bra when suddenly you hear a third person in the room. 

You jump, scared. 

The third person clears their throat. 

“I didn’t think you would go through it,” the voice says. 

Jaehyun, laughs, unbothered. 

You spin and look at Jaehyun, puzzled. What on Earth is happening?

Jaehyun moves to turn on the lights. 

Mark Lee. Sitting on the couch directly across from you. 

Your reaction is to cover your chest, shocked, and embarrassed. Your eyes find Jaehyun, his look apologetic. 

“I didn't know he was here, princess,” Jaehyun starts. 

“I’m sorry,” Mark says. He stands up and hands you your shirt. 

“See, Jaehyun saw you the other day, early in the morning. I saw you the day after that. I honor the fact that he wanted you first. But if you would allow us to please you, baby, you’ll have no regrets.” 

You are stunned. Speechless.

“What do you say?” Mark’s head cocks to the side, silver-white hair dangling to the side of his face.

“I call the shots, I saw her first,” Jaehyun pushes Mark closer to you. “Kiss him, princess.” 

You look at Jaehyn, your eyes lost, confused. You want this, you can feel Mark’s gaze on your breasts, on your lips. Anxious, waiting impatiently for you to accept him. A rush of adrenaline curses your head, and your chest, it goes down to the oh-so-sweet spot you crave these men to enter. You put your arms around Mark’s neck as you kiss him deeply. Letting go of any embarrassment you found within yourself before. Mark Lee tastes like desperate lust. He hungrily kisses you while Jaehyun focuses on getting rid of the pieces of clothing that cover your dripping sex. 

“Fuck,” Mark gasps from air breaking off the kiss. 

Drunk on his kiss, you are still not aware of your bearings when Jaehyun is already stripping his clothes off and guiding you to the bed. He doesn’t lay you there but only bends you over. Half of your body is on the bed, the rest of you still standing. Jaehyun kneels, and you feel his hot breath directly on your entrance. Your heavy panting is the only sound in the room. 

“Tell me what you want, princess. What would you like me to do with you?” Jaehyun asks. 

“Please,” you say, not really knowing what you are asking for. 

Mark stares at the two you you, blankly. He looks like he is in a trance-like state. Walking towards you and Jaehyun, he undoes his pants. 

“You sit there and watch,” Jaehyun orders. “Do you forget I saw her first?”

Mark runs his hand over his hair in frustration but can’t help to smile. He obeys and sits down on the same couch you found him before. However, his pants now pool on his ankles as well as his boxers. He looks at you, drunk in lust, slowly stoking himself, cock hard, red, erect. 

“Shit!” you yell. 

Jaehyun, flat, wet tongue slides inside you. Your hands grab the bedsheets fiercely as his tongue licks a long stripe from your clit to your entrance. 

“She tastes so good,” he tells Mark. “It’s glory,” and you feel him slide a finger inside you, stretching you out while his spit makes you even wetter and his tongue flicks up and down your clit. It’s sweet torture, keeping you right on edge, enjoying every second of you climbing to your high. 

But, Mark, oh Mark. His eyes are glued to you as your face expresses pleasure beyond understanding. He wants to be Jaehyun, he wants to be the cause of your moans. He wants you to hear you say his name when you cum. 

“Mark, come here,” Jaehyun says, not interrupting the pace at which his fingers enter you. “Taste her”. 

And now the world seems to slow down when Jaehyun removes his fingers from your squelching pussy and asks you to turn around. You find your legs spread on the bed, Mark standing in from of you. 

“Touch yourself, princess, and have Mark have a taste.” 

You swallow hard, but you obey. There is something alluring about Jaehyun's voice, like the voice of a siren. Beautiful, dangerous, but almost impossible to escape. Two of your fingers enter your core, and your immediate reaction is to close your legs. Luckily, or unluckily, at this point you are not sure, Jaehyun is there to keep your legs open. When you are about to get your fingers out completely. Mark shakes his head. 

“More,” he asks. 

And you obey him as well, his eyes begging for more. He wants all of you. You keep going, but you are so close to cumming that your moans start to get louder. 

“If I don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” you let out desperately. It feels so good to have them watching you like this, you need one of them to stop you or you’ll be a goner. 

“Let me–” Mark interrupts, and you stick your fingers inside his open mouth. He savors every bit. Sucking on your fingers again and again. Without Jaehyun telling you to do so, you voluntarily spit on Mark’s aching cock. His eyes close as he resumes his stroking, thinking only about you. 

“You are naughty,” Jaehyun whispers while climbing to the bed where he manhandles you and gets one of your legs over your shoulders. 

Entering slowly, Jaehyun’s cock is perfect in every single way. He knows how to fuck. Waiting for you to adjust to him he starts deep and slow. The lustful rhythm makes your eyes cross and your head spin. 

“Tell me how you like it,” Jaehyun asks. 

“Fuck, I love it,” your eyes shut close, taking it all in. 

His pace quickens and your other leg wraps around him, grabbing his ass you encourage him to go deeper, faster, you want all of him and you want it now. A sharp breath catches your attention across the room. Mark, sweat dripping from his forehead, hair damp. Breathless as he watches you intently trying to get his high. Pre-cum leaks from his cock and you want it. The way he looks at you and Jaehyun inside you, this was it. You feel you are so close, the knot in your stomach ready to give up. You want them, you need them, and you can’t do this without both of them. 

Your moans are screams at this point. Jaehyun reaches your sweet spot and knowing you are close his thumb presses circles on your clit. 

“Fuck, please… I am so close,” you beg, 

“Please what, princess?” Jaehyun asks, breathless. 

“Make me cum.” 

“You heard that, Mark? Come closer,”: 

But Mark’s head is in outer space. He needs you to tell him that, it is you or no one else. 

“Mark–” you gasp. 

Now he walks towards you, not interrupting his own pleasure because you are the reason for that pleasure. You, all fucked out, is too much for him.

“Cum, princess. Only after you cum we can,” Jaehyun says. 

But you need him to say it again. 

“Cum for us, princess,”; Jaehyun repeats, and that does the trick. 

You look at Mark. 

“Cum hard for us,” he says. 

Your body spasms as you reach your so-desired climax and Jaehyun keeps fucking you through it while getting to his. A deep groan escapes his mouth as he pulls out and cums on your breasts. Mark is trying to get there but you open your mouth and he sees white. 

Hot cum is shot in your mouth as he finds his blissful relief. 

“Fuck…” he whispers before collapsing on the bed with you and Jaehyun. 

You can barely move when you feel hands helping you up and cleaning the evidence of a lustful night. You feel warm as Jaehyun plants a kiss on your temple. You open your eyes and give him a smile. Unexpectedly, Mark turns your head away from Jaehyun and his lips meet yours, a long-deep kiss. Your heart flutters and the so-well-known heat makes your nipples hard. 

“What?” Mark smiles. “It’s my turn, baby.”

Day 2 Hongjoong

↳ Forced Orgasm

-> Dom!KHJ

Hongjoong tries not to get jealous whenever one of the boys gets a little bit too touchy with you.

They are his brothers, he trusts them. Yeah he does but also he is a Scorpio and you can not blame him.

As a Scorpio it's hard for him to control such strong emotions. He often walks away to take a deep breath and remind himself that he already won your heart... but guess a reminder who you belong to is not such a bad idea.

He would either make his jealousy obvious so you'll be aware of what's going to happen once you two are left alone.

When it comes to the bedroom, Hongjoong rarely displays his strength over you, even though his the one in charge most of the time you follow each little tuge or squeeze to get into the position he wants you in.

However, when he is jealous you get the most dominant side put of him. He will push you onto the bed, kiss you roughly.

Ripping your clothes just to get the anger (or more like possessiveness) out of his system*

Tying you up? Yes. You are supposed to lay there and take it.

You can see it in his eyes, that he is lost in his mind while undressing you or while you're cumming for the first time.

He could spent hours with his face buried between your legs, listening to your moans and pleas for him to stop.

Lots of dirty talk.

"good girl—that's a good fucking girl."

"you like it when i fuck you like this? yeah you do."

"cry all you want… i'm starting to think you're enjoying this. making me jealous for your own pleasure."

Hongjoong is well aware of your limits, so when he see tears rolling down your cheeks as his fingers keep abusing your clit, he would slow down to give you a second to breathe.

"I think you can give me one more. Right?"

"Who is making you feel this good? Yeah, that's true. Me."

☜𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑☞

October is finally here. The month where Fanfic writers run wild with their ideas and fantasies. This is my first time writing this event, and I was honestly so stressed but very excited about it. So, without further ado, let's get started. ♥︎

All works are mature, viewers be advised.

Masterlist | Navigation

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Day 1: Car Sex - [Gloomy Days]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : A trip turned sour due to a storm. But, luckily, Yunho knows just the thing in turning this gloomy day into a more steamy one.

Day 2: Voyeurism - [Eyes On Me]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Biker Gang Leader doesn't like sharing unless it's to do with his best friend.

Day 3: Shower Sex - [Just One Moment]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : When Jongho comes from a long and stressful day, he only wants one thing... You bent over.

Day 4: Food Play - [The Sweetness Of You]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It all started with a simple dinner and a movie. But when Seonghwa asked if you wanted dessert, you knew your sugar was about to spike from more than just the sweetness of the fruits and chocolate.

Day 5: Exhibitionism - [Dimly Lit Bathroom]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Wooyoung couldn't keep his hands off you on a regular basis. But when he sees you in such a sexy outfit, he has no choice but to drag you to the nearest bathroom.

Day 6: Rough/Possessive sex - [Whoops]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to show your hot-headed lover that you could protect yourself. And what better way than to go looking for his number on rival....

Day 7: Thigh riding/dry humping - [Dedicated To You]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You sweet producer boyfriend wanted to share something with you. But your neediness had other plans.

Day 8: Sensory Deprivation - [He Has Control]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were his work of art, and he loved to watch you squirm under him.

Day 9: Cock Warning - [Pure Relaxation]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Jongho kept losing over and over again. Becoming increasingly more frustrated as time passes, it's a good thing you are here to help him cool off.

Day 10: Bondage - [Pretty Boy]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : It's Yeosangs turn to know what it feels like to have rope pull and tug on his beautiful skin, and he can't help my whimper at the sheer idea of it.

Day 11: Bike Sex/Edging - [A Ride That To Last A Lifetime]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Yeosang had begged for weeks for you to go for a ride with him... Cavinging in, you finally realize how pleasurable it is to ride his bike.

Day 12: Size Kink/Size Difference - [Why So Tense?]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your two professors want nothing more than to help you with your studies. Personally gifting you some private lessons...

Day 13: Breath Play - [Make You Mine]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : San can't help but send death glares to any man that tried to have your attention for too long. Too bad you dont belong to him...yet.

Day 14: Marking/Biting - [Intoxicated]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Your friend needed your help with trying out one of her experiments and let's just say Mingi was about to never let you leave the bedroom ever again because of it.

Day 15: Dumbification/Corruption - [God isn't here]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Bad Boy Hongjoong wanted to change for you. Be the better man you deserved, but what if you ended up changing more than him?

Day 16: Spit Play - [Love Lust Has No Bounds]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were in love with the enemy, and oh, how it was it exciting.

Day 17: Fingering/Squirting - [Move]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You needed him, any part of him. But Seonghwa wanted to see you squirm. To see you cry and beg for him to satisfy you.

Day 18: Toys/Mirror sex

↳ 【Synopsis】 : —Loading—

Day 19: Dacryphillia

↳ 【Synopsis】 : —Loading—

Day 20: Sex pollen - [Out Of This World]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were gifted an alien plant from one of your friends that lived off the planet since you loved greenery. Little did anyone know the pollen had some weird side effects when inhaled.

Day 21: Temperature Play

↳ 【Synopsis】 : —Loading—

Day 22: Double Penetration

↳ 【Synopsis】 : —Loading—

Day 23: Praise/Body Worship - [Goddess Among Commoners]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Overhearing for so called friends make fun about your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Honey cry.

Day 24: Cum eating/overstim

↳ 【Synopsis】 : —Loading—

Day 25: Caught in the act - [Leave Or Join]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You wanted to help your boyfriend relax, it just so happened somone poor soul decided to interrupt.

Day 26: Sir Kink/Mafia - [Black Card]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You were hiding a big secret from your two loving boyfriends. What happens when they finally find out?

Day 27: Succubus/incubus

↳ 【Synopsis】 : —Loading—

Day 28: Tentacles - [Planet 3564AB]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : you were a lone ranger, searching for your next job in the galaxy. Little did you know, one job was about to gift you more than just galactic credits.

Day 29: Monster Fuckers - [My Everything]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : Rain was pouring and you heart was aching. You didnt what he was nor what your friends and family thought. You loved him and you were going to prove it.

Day 30: Werewolf On Heat/Breeding - [Let Me Help, Baby]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : You didn't know what it meant to be on heat let alone know you could have one since you weren't a wolf... but here you were and Yunho was going to help you through it.

Day 31: Trick or Treat - [Eternally Ours]

↳ 【Synopsis】 : The night was cold, the manor even colder. Until a fire of pure lust was lit.

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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑 : 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑁 𝑁𝑂 𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝐴 𝑇𝑅𝑈𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑃𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝑂𝐹 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐴𝑇𝐸𝐸𝑍 𝑀𝐸𝑀𝐵𝐸𝑅𝑆. 𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐼𝑆 𝑃𝑈𝑅𝐸 𝐹𝐼𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐼𝑆 𝑁𝑂𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑂𝑈𝑆𝐿𝑌.

© 𝐉𝐚𝟑𝐡𝐰𝐚. Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, repost, or use my work in any way, shape, or form.

my brain exploded

unholy | j.yh

Pairing: preacher's son!yunho x reader Genre:[smut] yunho disguised as the devil brainrot Warnings: religious themes, corruption kink a/n: yea.

(also, sidenote, but it was kinda hard translating some of the christian terms bc i grew up with those but in my native language so bear w me

it always came back to that golden cross.

the token of Christ that he held around his neck, dangling on his chest as if it held the symbolism of carrying the holy figure in his heart.

ha. the irony of that.

you watched intently as the tall boy stood in the background. he didn't blend in, even with the gelled-back hair, white dress shirt and the gentle smile that was plastered all over. they all dressed the same, spoke the same, stood the same, but he somehow, his presence was the only one everyone seemed to focus on.

some could say it was the divine light that chose him, and no one would dare to oppose. how could they? not when the boy did everything to grace his image. an impeccable reputation, something not even the son of Christ himself got before meeting his end, being the towns sole preachers son almost faded in line of all the things jeong yunho was;

hard working student, star athlete, gracious volunteer, cheerful friend, sweet lover and darling son. sinful con-artist.

your father clapped alongside the people, cheering for the homily, he made sure to glance in your direction to ensure his own ego that you were being a good girl and paying attention.

he wanted you to fill those big shoes just as much as he wanted to slap your mother across the face every time she burned the food, leading her to fill another glass of wine and fall asleep alone on the couch, but still waking up earlier than everyone to pretend to be the very good wife that she was graced to be, offered just as young as you were now, by her own father, and the only thing she got in return was a sole golden cross to hang on her neck—a mark, a stamp that stated where and to whom she belonged—not your father, no.

but God.

"make sure to shake the preacher's hand" your father spat, oh-so-loyal to his master, shaking its tail as one of the sheep in the flock.

and you did. the mass had already ended when you approached the altar, under the watchful eye of the big wooden cross as you picked at your cuticles. in line, alongside your mother who held the weight of submission on her back, shrinking almost into a ball, you held your hands together waiting for your turn to thank the old man for doing his job.

"smile" your father told you.

and you did. borrowing one of the various features, doing your best impression of the good daughter, the most innocent sheep.

but the eyes of the predator followed around. to anyone, it would be just a caring gaze, but you knew what came within, the dark pair of eyes making your skin tingle and stomach churn.

you avoided it. you knew the consequences but you did anyway. you knew that later, when the blue darkened into the night and no lights would be seen within a mile radius, he would strip you out of wool, pierce your organs and drink from it as if it were the blood of Christ.

and when the birds went into hiding and dark hues shadowed the figures around, you found yourself shaking your leg frantically, looking between the clock on your nightstand and the closed window with lacy curtains that protected you so foolishly from the outside world.

it was close to time to leave when you heard the wine glass clinking downstairs. you put down the bible, shallow breaths forming inside your chest as you opened the window, jumping onto the dry grass that your father never cared to water. why would he do anything that didn't come with god's name attached to it?

approaching the same chapel you stood in this morning, you saw a faint light of an oil lamp coming from the backside, with it, came the following gaze that haunted you every other day, and you could smell the faint scent of soap in his clothes. not a wrinkle, not a stain, shirt as white as heaven, eyes as dark as sin.

he smiled as you came closer. not his usual one, but the one he reserved for those nightly escapades of yours—and your heart pounded from the knowledge that it was for you. you noticed that he was chomping on an apple, the sweet scent of the fruit adorning your nostrils as you stood idly in front of him. a small light reflected on the small piece of gold that hid on his chest.

with his hand up, he held the viciously red apple in front of your eyes. you didn't eat a lot at dinner because a fight between your parents broke out, and you were already sick from attending mass—ever since you started meeting the boy outside, sundays never felt the same—so the sight of a lustrous, full and juicy fruit did the trick on you.

you reached to grab it, but he retreated his offer.

"nuh-uh" he said. "open up."

and as a good girl, you did, allowing to be fed by the same fingers that found its way into your deepest parts. the same ones that dragged along your skin and touched wherever you claimed to be forbidden by the eyes of the lord. but how could it be so wrong? not when his touch felt that good.

yunho smiled at the sight of you biting into the fruit. you had no idea what he was thinking most of the time, but when he smiled like that, it was real.

"come" he said as he opened the back door, discarding the core on the grass. the evidence of it only being the sweet taste left on your lips, now to linger forevermore.

following him inside, you two reached the same familiar room where you grew up going in and out of. the wooden cabinets surrounding you, full of things that were meaningless without being held at the altar on sunday mornings.

the sacristy was somewhere you spent a lot of time organizing things as a volunteer, helping the altar boys and doing your part as part of the church, being the prideful gem of your community. but would they think so if they knew that your only reason to do it was so you could see more of the golden boy?

you could never lie when someone teased you about being too infatuated with the boy. your cheeks would heat up and heart would pound like crazy, to the point where you always worried if you were on the verge of dying or exploding. you first met him at the church, following him around as if he was your pastor, the one that would lead and save you.

then it was at school, but the meetings would always be brief, since he was always busy with school work or sports. you could never catch him alone, there was always crowds around him wherever he went, and you knew you fell into the category of being another one in his flock, but then he caught you staring that one sunday after mass, while he played the organ and no one was around for once.

"you always stare" he said, his voice velvety and seemingly to be something made by God's hands Himself "but you never say anything. are you scared of me?"

shaking your head, you looked down to your shoes, fingers picking at your cuticles.

you knew he was observant, too. most of the times you stared, he caught you, but he never said anything—that's how thoughtful he was, and that was one of the many things that made your young heart belong to him.

before you could even answer, your father called you from the sacristy, and you left, escaping from those warm, chocolate eyes.

but that was the day when things changed; the day he made you aware that he knew of your hobby of watching, because the next sunday, you caught him sneaking wine from one of those big wooden cabinets.

it was before mass, when you found yourself in the sacristy, opening the door without announcing, not expecting anyone to be there. but then you found the boy leaning by the entrance, drinking from the chalice as he watched you closely, his eyes never leaving you.

it shattered you on the inside. the sharp dress shirt he always wore to mass now held a deep stain by the collar, and everything about him seemed so messy. but what hurt the most was to see his eyes turn dark, something you never expected to see.

and it seemed to exhilarate him, the thought of you being the only one knowing. he knew you watched, and he wanted to give you a show.

on christmas night, when the mass would be held late, you stood behind to help clean up and organize the things from the short play held by the community. it was almost the next day and even the preacher had left, but you were folding the costumes and reassembling the scenery.

it wasn't rare for you to be alone in the church, at some point you even had the keys, but something felt eerie about that night. and then you heard a noise. it was indistinguishable at first, and you thought that someone could have returned and maybe got hurt, so you left the sacristy and went to the main hall.

now the sounds grew louder, and your heart pounded in its cage. it scared you, you thought someone might've gotten hurt, but you kept on going, trying to see where the noises were coming from.

stepping lightly, you heard another moan of what you thought was pain, coming from the confessional, the small door closed, but the sounds coming through.

"h-hello?" you called, no response.

approaching closer, your fingers held the handle and you took a deep breath, opening it slowly.

and you were met with dark eyes, the same ones that corrupted you before, the same ones who disguised themselves all this time, fooling everyone who dared to stare back. the same gaze you longed for, but now dreaded.

yunho leaned against the confessional wall, hair disheveled and the dress shirt half open. he panted, and the air inside felt heavy. moans sung by the heart shaped lips, the same ones you wondered if they were hand painted in heaven, now sounding so shameless, making sounds so sinful as he fisted his cock.

but the way your body reacted, your stomach felt like melting, and your face held too much heat. you didn't know you could sweat from other places, but your undergarments were now drenched. and that's when he grabbed your wrist, leading your hand to fall on top of his, enveloping his warm member into your palms.

you knew you were supposed to feel disgusted. you knew you were supposed to go back to your house, pray and go to sleep, but how could you when your hand was melting into his, and the noises he made when you moved your wrist were so forbidden it tasted good?

his pants became heavier and heavier, and the movements grew faster, then he spurted on your fingers and brought them to his own mouth.

seeing as you didn't move, he pulled your wrist, making your face fall closer to his, and then placed both of your fingers between your mouths, giving them a long lick, tasting his fluids.

"this is because of your staring" he claimed, placing yours and his digits into your mouth, making you jolt in shock. "do you know how hard it is to pretend not to see it?"

you did what you did best; you watched him. both of your fingers now resting on your tongue and the bitterness of his release mixing with your saliva.

"take it. prove it to me" he stared back. "prove that you want me."

it was over for you when you sucked on his skin involuntarily.

after that, he would ravish your body and sing prayers as his tongue tasted the sheen coat of sweat all over you. all week he portrayed the golden boy, the blessed child; but sundays, his mind became possessed by you.

now, back in present, he was holding the same golden chalice, signaling for you to grab the bottle of wine sitting next to you.

"will you open that for me?" he asked, voice coated in velvet that rubbed against your ears.

you took the cork off and he waited for you to serve the chalice, but before you could, he stopped himself, as if he had just gotten a new, better idea. he sat on the cushioned armchair behind the desk, pulling you closer by the hem of your thin camisole, face laying lower than yours, to the point you had to look down.

"pour me a drink, please?" you could've swore you'd seen the small, sheer glimpse of those same warm eyes for a moment. but it had to be just your mind playing tricks on you.

the boy sat under you with his fingertips grazing against your thighs as he opened his mouth, waiting for you to serve him. he knew that no matter what he asked of you, you would do it, no questions asked.

you started pouring the wine into his mouth, watching as the deep, dark liquid pooled onto his tongue as he closed his eyes, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed every last drop. mesmerized and lost in his godly features, you tilted the bottle a little more than you should, letting some of the wine drip on his skin, a small, faint line leaving its trace from the corner of his mouth to his neck.

he gave your thigh a small squeeze, and you stopped all motion as his eyes shot open, tongue licking his lower lip to not waste any alcohol.

"c'mon, darling, it's not time to make a mess yet" he laughed, the hearty laugh you grew up replaying inside your mind, giggling with your feet in the air. "clean that up now, will ya?"

you just nodded, turning on your feet to grab a napkin when he stopped you, pulling your legs closer in a quick move, making you fall onto straddling his strong thighs.

"you know what I meant by that" he watched every singular move your irises did closely, keeping track of your thoughts as if he could read them.

biting your lip, you looked at where the wine stained his cheek, and leaning forward, you gave it an experimental small lick. not daring to lean back, knowing that he wouldn't leave you alone with that following eye contact, you went lower, reaching for his neck, the tip of your tongue following the trace of a vein that stood under the fair skin.

the deep rumble of his groan trembled from your tongue to the rest of your body, accommodating itself inside your lower abdomen, a spot of wetness that began to stick to yunho's dress pants.

"I haven't even touched you properly, dear" he whispered into your ear as you kept on licking him clean "and you're already getting wet?"

your breath faltered and, ashamed, you hid your face into the crook of his neck. but he never ran from what he wanted, when he wanted—that's when you felt his long, cold fingers sliding inside your panties, the fingerprints embedded on your folds as he played around with the slick.

"y-yun—" you let out a whimper, your fingernails leaving half-crescent marks onto his shoulder.

"huh, what is it?" he asked, whispers into your ears and engraving his voice into your soul as his fingers pinched your clit, making a squeal leave your lips. "what is it that you want the most?"

you bit into his skin, chills running down your spine and cold sweat forming on your nape, could even be mistaken for a chilly breeze in the middle of that hot summer night.

when he slid a finger inside you, you could swear that your heart almost got stuck into your throat. placing your hand on top of your mouth, you tried to control the noises you were now making in union to the newly-found friction.

you found yourself nipping on your cuticles involuntarily, being too swayed by the waves of pleasure and emotional burst, but he caught it. he always did.

"oh no... you hurt yourself" he grabbed your hand with his free one, scanning it, watching as a small button of blood formed where your teeth bit into, it was a tic, you always picked at your fingers, and making it bleed wasn't news, but he seemed disappointed.

and then he put your fingers into his mouth, and sucked on the blood. eyes not leaving yours as you stared back, brows furrowed, a moan leaving the confines of your lips as you felt the texture of his tongue swirling around your digits.

with his free hand, he kept on moving, fingers in and out, pressing the sweet spot that was reserved for him, and only him. you weren't bounded by marriage, nor you thought you would be too soon, but under the severe gaze of god, you were his and he was yours.

the knot that formed on your stomach grew tighter and tighter while he sucked on your fingers and pressed inside you. the bulge in his pants causing friction when you rolled your hips desperately, using his body for your own selfish needs.

soon, the release came, washing over you as a cozy blanket of pure comfort, and you slumped onto his upper body, being held in arms as a cage, knowing that, even when he was the threat, he was the savior.

"you seem pretty found of this" he noted, and then you came to your senses to see that you were gripping to his golden cross.

leaning back, he unclasped the gold chain, the other hand that was nestled inside you left the warmth, the coldness of the slick on your panties meeting your lower lips and making you shiver slightly.

"I want you to have it" he said, placing the other hand on top of your lips, forcing them open, placing the cross on your tongue, and his wet fingers on top of it, pressing. drool began to form on the corner of your lips as you gazed at him with half lidded eyes. "god... how can you be so beautiful?"

in a quick frenzy, you suddenly found yourself on the top of the altar, legs spread and the weight of the golden cross now falling on your chest. yunho kissed your legs, leaving deep purple marks inside, places where only he could see them. he lost his dress shirt along the way, and his pants were unbuttoned, only a matter of time for him to lower his boxers to reveal the hard cock stuck in its confinements.

from where you laid, you could see the tall boy standing in front of you, and on top of him, as if to peek, was the huge wooden cross. the one last symbol you caught sight of as he entered you, the last view before falling into the depths of insanity.

his big hands sneaked under you, holding your body close to his as he moved in and out, the feeling of his cock rubbing against you making you crazier by the second. the feeling too good to be right, and the small voice inside your head that kept you pure, innocent, now was gone. you had no trace of light anymore, not when you were conjoined; not when your body melted into his.

his groans were prayers and you attended them with moans, the song of angels being made right in that moment, and nothing was holier than the way your heart thumped against his. keeping quiet wasn't an option anymore, and your whimpers soon became screams, the sound of his name echoing over and over between those walls.

you screamed, and drooled, and held onto dear life, his body being the last piece of salvation close to you, and the grasp so desperate you would think your soul was condemned. he kept on thrusting, his member hitting the same spot over and over, and the sound of your hips slapping grew louder.

you weren't you anymore. you never knew what came over your body when he fucked you, but it wasn't something holy. it trembled and shook and moved on its own, every trace of control abandoning your senses, the grasp of reality not being in sight.

"I'll make you mine" he repeated in your ear as a promise, singing it as his own psalm. "you'll be forever bound to me; to my body."

"I am yours" you babbled, not even sure if the words were clear, but he got the message as he kept on thrusting, fingers digging into your skin as his lips sucked on your neck.

and when his dark gaze met yours again, a groan run through his throat, the bundle of pleasure snapping inside you, just as his own did. the seed of his own filled your walls completely, and you smiled satisfied, mind far from your body as you were consumed by the primal urges.

now, with his golden cross wrapped around your neck and his claim slipping between your thighs, he marked you as his.

it was scary, how much you lost yourself when he touched you, scary how good it felt, scary how forbidden it was, scary how he made you feel like never before.

for as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is his love for those who fear him;

and you feared him the most.

Seonghwa ☆ Compliment Battle for Teen Vogue

Bonus (they didn't fit because of the text, but they had me crying in a ditch):

yuta & taeyong // 230917 nct nation : to the world - in japan