Fight Club

fight club

❝ i don’t care if she has a pretty face; if this is your first night at fight club, you have to fight.❞

PAIRING ▸ lee jeno x fem!reader

GENRES ▸ smut, fluff, fight club au, rich kid au, college au, strangers to lovers

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, violent themes (fighting), mentions of blood, 7dream are all part of the fight club, ft. best friends karina and sungchan, sneaking around, fingering, strength/size kink, oral (fem. receiving), choking, sex ofc, lowkey corruption kink, also i swear jeno is soft

SUMMARY ▸ after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.

PLAYLIST ▸ atm by j. cole • baby don’t stop by nct u • new axis by nct u • nate growing up by labyrinth

WORD COUNT ▸ 11,914 words

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ WOOO ITS FINALLY OUT i hope you guys like it and lmk what u think !! ♡ remember when this was supposed to be 5k words LOL + another note and the tag list is at the bottom (sorry i forgot to respond to yall in the comments but i think i got everyone!) and thank you again for all the love :’)

THIS WAS A BAD IDEA.

In fact, this was a terrible idea.

Jisung didn’t seem to think too much of it, but you felt completely out-of-place among the crowd of sweaty males. It wasn’t like you were left in the dark about your best friend’s hobbies, but you didn’t expect to see him beating up a bulkier man in a dingy, low-light warehouse.

It was hard to wrap your head around the shocking realization that Park Jisung was a good fighter. He was soft-spoken and gentle most of the time, so seeing your best friend punching another man with all his might was throwing you off. Jisung didn’t look like much compared to the other man, but he was swift enough to pin the man down and twist his arm at a dangerous angle behind his back.

“Alright, ‘Sung,” someone called when it was clear Jisung’s opponent wasn’t getting up. “I think it’s safe to say he tapped out.”

Another scoffed in response. “Did he say that, Jaemin?”

“He’s practically gone limp, Chenle. Just call it already,” Jaemin responded flatly.

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Disaster & Safe Passage

god!park sunghoon x traveler!reader [afab]

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genre: smut

concept: you've only been on the road a short while, but you've become well familiar with the roads that lie before you, and the god that protects them and people like you. when you arrive in the next town there's a threat over the horizon that you didn't anticipate. you may be safe from it, but you might be the only thing that can save the others.

however, can your god truly keep you safe?

w/c: 6.7k

warning: god au, religious themes, religious imagery, injury, mentions of choking (non sexual), fire imagery, consumption metaphors; explicit sexual content, god fucking, body worship, vaginal sex, rough sex, marking [biting, clawing, welts, etc.], *unprotected sex, coming inside.

“Perhaps you should stay another day, dear,” the woman who runs the guesthouse you’ve been staying at for the past few days tells you. You lift your head from where you’re eating your last meal at her table, wiping your mouth with a cloth napkin. “The weather doesn’t look very good,” she informs you, nodding to the skies. 

You stand up from your seat at the table, walking through the foyer to stand in the doorway with her. The clouds are moving in, light gray and covering the sky. You can hardly see even a speck of the blue sky as the clouds crowd in together, warning of incoming rain. 

“Ah, it’s not too bad,” you tell her, shaking your head. She turns to you, a worried frown on her face. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” you say, patting her gently on the shoulder. You return to your meal to finish it, sitting down heavily and beginning to eat once more. “I’ve ridden through worse weather than that since I began my trek,” you assure her, wooden chopsticks making dull sounds against the sides of your bowl.

“You must be well looked after,” she says, closing the doors to join you. You look up as she comes to your side, standing on the other side of the table from you. “Sunghoon must look at you fondly,” she says, gently touching the back of your hand. 

“He looks after me,” you inform her. You reach into the neckline of your tunic revealing the silver medallion your father gave you before you left home. It’s stamped with the seal of the God of Travel, the pine inscribed on it a symbol of the God you follow. “It’s my most cherished possession,” you admit, tucking it back beneath your shirt. 

“And what a lovely possession it is,” she says, tapping the back of your hand gently once more. She departs, leaving you with a soft smile on your face. You finish your meal, glancing out the open shutters every once in a while, keeping an eye on the clouds. Though they move they don’t get darker and by the time you’ve finished your meal and paid the innkeeper for your stay you’re confident that it will be a gloomy day, but not a dangerous one. You retrieve your horse from the inn’s stables and begin your long walk to your next destination. 

You’ve been on the road for a while, almost two full weeks. Your hometown is very much behind you now, leaving just you and your horse on your own. You don’t mind it too much, the solitude is centering, comfortable, and you look up at the skies, quietly not minding the clouds. It’s been a very hot summer, a rainstorm might actually be refreshing by now. You smile softly to yourself at the idea, wondering if you ought to pray to Jungwon as well as Sunghoon tonight. 

You’ve never felt closer to the Gods than you do now, having spent so much time by yourself. Sometimes, when you find yourself in roadside temples and altars, you just sit down and talk with whatever God they’re dedicated to. It brings you a sort of comfort you never thought you’d find, reminding you that you aren’t truly alone out here. 

Many of them are dedicated to Sunghoon, of course. The God of Travel is well loved and often thought about on these long, winding roads you’ve been taking between towns and cities where you can rest. You’ve found yourself sitting in the shelters of his altars, knelt before him and dropping offerings of what small coin you can spare. It’s not much but he’s been good to you. When you’re not praying you’ll sit on the floor of those shelters, talking idly with the carvings of him, talking to him as though he’s a friend. He can’t speak back but you feel closer to him than ever when you’re with him, sitting beneath his watchful yet empty gaze. You often feel as though he’s with you. 

As the sun begins to fall on you, another full day of travel behind you, you’re thankful to find another shelter, another altar just off from the main road. You pick up speed towards it, hopping off your horse once close enough. You tie your horse to the outside of the wooden shelter, finding this one less well kept. The inside is a little messier, with dirt and debris crowding the flooring while the outside is a bit broken down from the weather, gaps in the wood and wear along the edges. You frown at the state of the altar when you get inside, reaching forward to wipe the dust and dirt from the bust of the God that sits inside. 

“Good to see you again, Your Divinity,” you tell him, bowing your head politely. Sunghoon’s countenance greets you, handsome as ever. Taking off your rucksack, you reach in to find something to give him. There are very few coins left in your money bag, you’ll have to pick up work soon, somewhere, if you want to keep traveling. As much as you would like to make an offering, you can’t afford to give him any. Instead, you rummage, hoping to find something else to give him. 

You don’t have much of value on you, which disappoints you. You sigh, looking at what you’re wearing. You didn’t leave your home with much jewelry, bandits are known to target travelers heavy with jewels and gold. Still, you are wearing a bracelet, a gold bangle that is simple enough that one might not even notice it at all. You drop your bag to the ground, carefully sliding the golden bracelet off of your arm. 

“I’m sorry, it’s not much,” you tell him, gently placing it on the altar. There are coins, other pieces of jewelry and unopened bottles of liquor around it but many of them are dusty and / or rusting. Your shiny, golden bracelet stands out amongst them all as you give it to him and then drop to your knees, clasping your hands to pray. 

You sleep that night in the small, rickety shelter of the altar, your horse outside of it. It’s dusty and you can feel the breeze coming through the gaps in the wood surrounding you, but it’s better than being outside. You fall into a decent sleep, under your God’s watchful, kind gaze. 

You don’t make it to the next town until three days later, thankfully avoiding the rain. It’s been chilly and overcast since you left the inn but still it hasn’t rained. You consider yourself lucky, considering the weather has been dry as of late. When you get into an inn in the town you’ve just arrived in you’re surprised to see it so busy, people wandering around and a line forming around the counter where a harried keeper is standing. You walk ahead of the line to stand beside it. 

“Hey, wait your turn!” Someone shouts. 

“Oh, no, I just have a question,” you say, waving a hand. A different keeper comes from around the corner to meet you, pulling you aside. “I’m sorry, I realize you’re busy, but I’m surprised to see it so busy here? Has something happened?” You ask. The keeper runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head. 

“The weather has turned, which seems to have every traveler in the area worried about what’s to come. With the incoming storms, and the dry weather, well… things might take a turn for the worse.” You frown, glancing back out to view the clouds. They rise up above the hills in the distance, this town lying low between the hills and mountains. “I’m afraid we’re almost out of rooms, so even if you got into the queue now, we wouldn’t have anything for you, miss,” he informs you and you look back, nodding in understanding. “I wish I could offer you something, but we just don’t have the room. There’s a temple⁠—” 

“That’s quite alright,” you tell him, shaking your head. “I’ll find something. Thank you,” you touch him gently on the arm and then slip back out the door. 

You turn your head towards the skies. The clouds are darker than they were before but it doesn’t look that dangerous. You don’t think so at least. You look down at your chest, reaching into your tunic for your medallion, holding it in the palm of your hand. You close your fingers around it, thinking about what the keeper said. Hopefully, he’s wrong. 

There is another guest house in town, but it has also filled up, and the temple nearby has already crowded with people. It’s dedicated to Jungwon, lines of people knelt at the foot of his altar praying for a safe storm, that he might bring them sustenance instead of danger. You turn away from it as well, guiding your horse further down the road, hoping to find something else. 

The rain starts on this walk, and you look up towards the skies, small droplets of water hitting you on the face. You watch it all fall down on you for a moment, the rain too light to be considered dangerous yet. You can only hope that it remains this way, climbing upon your horse and urging her forward through the droplets so you can find shelter before you soak through. 

It doesn’t. 

The rain picks up, coming down harder and harder until you’re riding through sheets of rainwater, coming down almost sideways, getting into your eyes and soaking you through. You grip tightly to your horse as you ride as fast you can through the downpour. Everything is gray and blurry, it’s hard to see much in front of you, the rain getting into your eyes isn’t helping. The ground is quickly becoming muddy and slick, the dry ground unable to absorb it and instead turning to muck beneath your horse’s hooves. 

You feel it before you know what it is, the sinking, slipping feeling. You look down but it’s too late, you and your horse are both going down, sliding through the mud that’s turned into puddles of muck, sucking you down to the ground. You scream but it’s lost under the sound of the rain, not that it would matter. You’re too far from town now, no one would be able to help you. 

The two of you fall to the ground, your horse throwing you off as it slips. You land in the ground in a heap, rolling through the mud and the water. You push yourself up into a sitting position, a feat with the way it continues to rain and you’re weighed down by your wet clothes, turning to try and find your horse. She’s struggling through a thick puddle of mud that’s sucking her down into it. You drag yourself to your feet, reaching out for her. She neighs loudly, trying to get herself unstuck but just panicking instead. 

“Calm down! Calm down, girl!” You call out, trying to get her to settle. “Please, you have to settle down!” You shout, hoping she can hear you. She can’t, she’s still panicking, throwing herself around. When you edge too close you realize it too late. She strikes you with her knee, knocking you to the ground. You fall heavily into the mud, hitting your head as you do. You pass out upon impact, slumped into the mud. 

You shift slightly, groaning softly when you become acutely aware of how much you hurt. From your head to your feet, you ache all over. You try to roll over but a soft hand stops you, touching your head. 

“Sh, don’t move,” a gentle, velvety voice tells you. Something cold yet soft presses to your head, a hand brushing your hair aside. “You took quite the fall there, darling. You shouldn’t move yet,” they urge you, touching you with such gentleness. You sigh, slumping down into them again. “That’s good. Rest now.” Still, you don’t fall back asleep, instead rolling over in their lap to try and see who’s tending to you. 

“Who are you?” You whisper. Your sight is murky, hazy through your confusion and having-just-woke-up grogginess. They lift their hand from your hair, instead tracing the side of your face. 

“You don’t recognize me yet?” They ask. You blink hard, trying to clear your sight, to figure out who’s holding you. Slowly your vision clears, and they come into focus. Dark, cat-like eyes, an elegant, pointed nose, soft pink lips and sharp canines when their lips part in a smile. Those moles, they’re so perfectly drawn, beside the bridge of his nose and high on his cheek. He becomes so much clearer, and you feel as though you know him. You have to know him. He looks so much like⁠—

“Gods!” You say, sitting up abruptly. You clutch your head as soon as you do, a pulsing pain ricocheting through your head. Sunghoon gently wraps his arms around you, trying to ease you back down. You follow his guidance, one of his hands on your shoulder, the other cradling your head as you’re laid back down, your head resting on his thighs. He brushes your hair away from your forehead, touching that soft, cold feeling to your head again, tending to you. You look up at him, still in utter disbelief that the God of Travel would be cradling you against him.

“You⁠—” 

“You needed me,” he tells you as though it’s that simple. Your breath catches. He sets the cloth in his hand aside, carding his fingers gently through your hair. “How could I let something happen to you?” He looks at you with a sort of adoration you’ve never seen before, his eyes meeting yours when he notices your wide eyed gaze. His fingers brush over your cheek “You don’t deserve to die like that.” His fingers are soft and warm against your clammy skin, your clothing soaked through, shivers beginning to wrack your body. You can’t be sure that it’s entirely from the rain when you know you’re lying in the arms of a God.

“A- and the others?” You stutter. His eyes turn hard, his expression grim. “You’ll protect the other travelers, in those inns,” You ask, worry striking you when his expression changes, eyes sliding away from your gaze, “won’t you?” 

Sunghoon carefully eases you into a sitting position, leaning you against the wall of the alcove his altar sits inside of. You watch with wide eyes as he stands, walking away from you. You realize you’re in a small stone temple, a single small room with a low ceiling and inset altar. There are torches hanging from the walls, currently unlit, leaving the room dim and dark. There is no door, just a curved overhang outside the open entryway that Sunghoon walks to. He folds his hands behind his back, leaning against the doorframe. 

The storm rages on, seeming to be constant and unending. It batters the tiled roof of the temple, filling it with the sound like pebbles raining down upon it. The room is dank and thick with humidity, a chill seeping through the stone and tile. You wrap your arms around yourself to try and stave off the chill while Sunghoon watches the rain fall, head against the doorframe. Slowly, you climb to your feet, shuffling across the floor towards him, inexplicably pulled towards him. 

“Do you know why I’m the God of both travel and disaster?” He asks, his voice so low it’s almost lost under the sound of the rain, the rumbling thunder. You stop abruptly, surprised to hear him suddenly speak. He turns his head halfway to you, a wry smile upon his lips. “Because there is nothing more dangerous to a traveler than a disaster. Disasters are sudden and unexpected, they show up without care of who gets caught in them.” He turns towards you, approaching you. Lightning flashes through the sky, illuminating his features in a harrowing light. He becomes a form of white light and stark, long shadows in that moment and you stumble back. Suddenly you are far too aware of who you share this small room with. 

“But they- they did nothing wrong!” You reason, backing away from his approaching figure.

“I can’t stop things from happening. I can’t stop nature from taking its course.” You swallow, trembling under his dark gaze. “There are things in this world that though I have powers, I cannot fully control. The lives of the mortals in that town are beyond my touch. If their souls shatter, there’s nothing I can do about that,” he warns you, more lightning flashing. The God before you turns white and black under the bright lights, your heart racing you stumble back towards the altar as he comes closer. When he gets across the room, your arms leave you to instead clutch the edge of the altar behind you, almost pinning you against it. 

Silver flames light the torches on the walls, filling the room with light. It casts Sunghoon in an eerie glow, making your heart stutter in your chest. 

“Please,” your whisper and his expression falls. “Please don’t let them die,” you plead.

“I have saved you,” he says, stopping before you. He touches your face with a gentleness you’ve never before experienced, cupping your cheek and brushing his thumb over the cool of your skin. “Your life was mine to save. And yet you ask for more?” He asks, a crease in his brow. 

“Please don’t think me ungrateful,” you beg of him, words spilling out of your desperately “Please, I don’t mean to be. I’m forever thankful for your safety, that you came to my aid, but what about the others?” He looks at you with such pity while you resist the urge to reach for him. “Shouldn’t they be safe? Shouldn’t they get to be safe and warm and comfortable as well?” You ask. He takes his hand back, turning away from you. “Sunghoon, please,” you whisper, taking a staggered stop towards him. 

“What happens to them is out of my hands,” he tells you, voice soft and refusing to meet your eyes. 

With an aching body and no other choice, you fall to your knees in front of him. Sunghoon’s head snaps back towards you, eyes wide as he steps back from you. The lights in the room flare, bright and burning, as he looks at you in utter shock. You clasp your hands and bow your head in front of him, closing your eyes. 

“Please, Your Divinity,” you say, your words washing through him like nothing he’s ever felt before. He stumbles back another step, clutching his chest as you pray right before him. “Your holiness, God of Travel and Disaster, God Sunghoon,” he chokes on your devotion, clutching at his throat. “I beg of you, I ask your protection and your mercy, your benevolence that you might protect me, protect the others of that town.” He shakes his head to himself, closing his eyes against the sensation that spreads through him, a tightness that takes his breath away, centering in his chest. “It is with great devotion I come to you, asking for your blessing. Please, don’t let them die in vain. Their souls are precious and their lives are fleeting, I know that a God may not see it, but please understand. Please protect them.” 

“Stop,” Sunghoon gasps, falling to his knees in front of you. You whip your head up, eyes widening at the sight before you. The God you pray to is on his knees before you, gasping for air. “What are you doing to me? What kind of devotion chokes their God?” He reaches for you, taking your clothing in his clenched fists. “What are you?” He demands, his eyes glowing silver, like a fire is burning within them. 

“I’m just… I’m just mortal,” you tell him. “I don’t know what else you could mean? I don’t know⁠—” 

“You are not just mortal,” he tells you, gasping through the tightness that threatens to take his breath away. He takes your face in his hands, pulling you towards him. You grab him by the wrists, despite the scorching pain of his skin beneath your palms. He drags you into him, holding you against him. “There is something inside of you. Something that beckons me.” He pulls you so close you can feel the hot brush of his breath over your cheeks and lips. “You make me want to obey,” he whispers, voice desperate. 

“Does that mean you will save them?” You ask and he stares at you with a burning, silver fire within him. He’s powerless. Your adoration, it brings him to his knees in every sense. He cannot deny you. 

And because he cannot deny you, he must have you. 

“Give yourself to me,” he tells you, making you gasp. “Give yourself to me and I will save their lives. I will assure their safety, but you must be mine,” he bites out.

You hesitate. Your God holds you against him, your hands clenched around his wrists, keeping the two of you pressed together. You can feel the heat of him, the desire in him coming off of him in endless, drowning waves. It makes you weak, feeling like it’s soaking through you, settling deep within your bones. Past the rainwater and the aches there is a bone deep desire to fall into him. The silver of his eyes pulls you in, just as the God before you has always been nothing less than a beacon of hope to you. You hold your breath, unsure how deeply you want to belong to him but you know that it’s futile. 

The chill of your silver medallion still sits in the middle of your chest, cooled from the rain. You have always belonged to him.

“Yes,” you say. “I will⁠—” 

He doesn’t let you finish because he’s kissing you desperately, holding you tightly to his chest. One of his hands leaves your face to instead wrap around your body, pulling you into him. White and silver light fills your vision, throwing you into a spiral. You gasp against his lips, pawing at him, hopeful to find something to keep you grounded in reality. It’s all for naught because he simply turns the two of you, pushing you down to the stone flooring, your fingers clenching in his shirts while he gets on top of you. You’re still trapped in a twisting, mindless vortex of light and sound and taste, his tongue between your lips, his hands pulling at your clothes, eager to get you out of them. 

You hiss when your bare skin touches the cold stone beneath you, arching up and away from it. Sunghoon gathers you in his arms when you do, your clothes discarded to the side, leaving you in just the medallion that hangs from your throat. His mouth is hot and insistent, running over your skin like it’s all he can do. Need exudes from him, soaking into you, his hands running over your body as though in an effort to memorize what you feel like against him, the shape of you, the heat of your body against his. 

“Sunghoon,” you whisper, overwhelmed and left clutching at him. A moan tears through him, vibrating through you like it’s tearing at your very being, causing your eyes to roll back in pleasure. It’s all silver and white, still you can barely comprehend the desire that eats at you, hands sliding up into his hair as he pulls your naked form into his clothed lap. 

“Give yourself to me, darling,” he moans into your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. You moan loudly, back arched against his chest. He forces your hips down against his, the heat of his erection ebbs even through the clothes he wears, building an ache inside of you you never knew was possible. Mindlessly, you writhe against his body, trying to get closer, hips jerking against his, eager for more, needy and desperate. “Yes, yes, yes,” he moans, tipping his head back, fingers so tight in your skin that it might very well leave bruises behind. 

“Please,” you whimper. Your plea rips another moan out of him, Sunghoon suddenly pushing you down to the stone again, the chill causing you to hiss, goosebumps rising across your skin. Finally, you open your eyes to see the God above you tearing his clothes from his body, revealing rippling muscles, a body of power that descends upon you immediately, eyes burning with silver light. 

His mouth drops down to your chest as soon as he’s bare to you, his hands pulling your legs over his hips. You gasp through the pain of his teeth against your skin, screaming when you feel him suddenly inside of you, forcing his way into your wet cunt. Your body welcomes him inside, clenching and unclenching around his hard length, begging for more. More and more, your hands coming up to his hair, back arching, body needing him closer and closer. Sunghoon gives it to you, guiding your hips onto him fully, only pulling back from your skin once you’re fully seated on his cock. 

“Mine,” he whispers. He leans further over the top of you, pressing his lips against yours needily. You muffle a scream into his mouth as he guides your body back and forth on his cock, forcing you to take him again and again and again. Your desperate sounds are swallowed by his tongue as he forces it into your mouth, using your body for his most basic of desires. You’re helpless against the painful grip he has on your hips, the insistence of his mouth, the building ache in your hips as he splits you open on him. 

When he finally stops kissing you, you throw your head back, unable to hold in the noises that escape you. Pleasure courses through you like fire, like you’re being burned alive, licking at your every nerve, through your body so hotly you can’t comprehend it. Sunghoon takes you apart like a man starved, forced to deny himself for too long. White and silver flames fill your body, like something molten and searing has been poured through your veins. All you can do is hold onto him, Sunghoon’s mouth moving instead to your chest and neck. 

“I knew it,” he whispers into your skin, “you have to be more than mortal. I would’ve torn you apart by now.” His hands force you down onto the stone once more, your hips pinned against the flooring. As he hovers above you, you wrap your legs around his hips, forcing him inside, keeping him pressed as deep as possible. “Oh, I’m going to consume you,” he swears through clenched teeth, fucking his hips into yours in tight, short thrusts, as deep as possible. You whimper through it, fingers digging into his shoulder, eyes rolling back beautifully. 

He watches as your eyes glow, as the words he’s bitten into your skin turn silver and glittering. Sunghoon’s eyes widen, his heart beating loudly in his chest as he watched you become consumed by him. With a renewed vigor, he fucks you harder, bullying himself as deep inside of you as possible, chasing, chasing, chasing his orgasm. He needs you, he needs to watch you become his, he needs to see it happen. 

“Sunghoon!” You cry out, body clenching around him. He chokes on the moan that tries to leave him, burying himself to the hilt inside of your body as the two of you come. You tremble like it’s fighting to shatter you from the inside out as he fills you. He watches with half lidded eyes as the silver medallion around your throat shines like a diamond, catching the fiery glow of the torches above the two of you. He catches his breath, watching your eyes slide closed, capturing the glow inside of them. 

When Sunghoon lets himself into Jaeyun’s chambers, Jaeyun is, unsurprisingly, barely dressed while his goddess quickly pulls the blankets to cover herself. Jaeyun sits down at the edge of the bed, smirking as he reaches over to rest a hand on her ankle. She kicks him, making him laugh and pull his hand back. Sunghoon doesn’t know her well, Jaeyun’s been keeping her practically under lock and key since she arrived, but he already likes her. 

“A word, brother?” Sunghoon says, lifting a brow at the God that sits before him. 

“I’m a bit preoccupied,” Jaeyun says, leaning back on his elbows. His goddess kicks him in the bicep, making him laugh again. “Beautiful,” he says, turning his head to look at her. He reaches for her ankle again, but she simply pulls the covers over herself, kicking him away again. 

“Stop being a nuisance and go help your brother,” she tells him. Jaeyun sighs but gets to his feet, going to find something to wear. Sunghoon meets her gaze and she sits up in bed, carefully covered in the blankets. “Your Divinity,” she greets him.

“Much too formal, goddess,” he tells her and she looks away shyly. “When you’re decent,” Sunghoon calls out to his brother, Jaeyun waving a hand as he dresses. Sunghoon leaves shortly thereafter, letting the curtain fall behind him. 

When Jaeyun finally joins him in the main hall, Sunghoon is all but pacing a rut into the flooring. Opulence drips from the walls and the ceilings, gold and silver lined tapestries, furniture gilded in gold, a fountain at the back of the room carved of marble. It is truly unimaginable to a mortal, the sheer luxury in which they live in. Still, Sunghoon pays none of it any mind as he walks up and down the center of the room. Jaeyun walks right past him to sit down heavily in a chaise lounge, Sunghoon turning on his heel to face his brother as soon as Jaeyun is seated.

“You finally fall to mortal whims and suddenly you want to have a meeting about it,” Jaeyun comments, making Sunghoon narrow his eyes at him. “I always knew you would,” he insists, slumping down into the lounge. “Even you can’t spend an eternity ignoring the draw of mortal temptation.” He lifts a pointed brow and Sunghoon scowls at him. 

“Be silent,” he demands and Jaeyun snorts. “I didn’t ask you to speak with me to get lectured. I have a question.” Jaeyun tilts his head. “Did your goddess… did she pray to you?” Sunghoon asks.

It’s all he’s been able to think about, even when he was lying you in his bed, your medallion dripping from your neck, your eyes closed peacefully. The glow of you pulsed like it was living, silver and shining and beautiful. Sunghoon resisted the urge to kiss every part of you, the desire of you almost too much for him to handle. For so long, he’s been the one of all of his brothers who’s never even touched a mortal, locked away in his room, content to view them from afar.

But you, you are special. He’s never experienced that feeling before. Why does your devotion affect him so? Why did your words choke him, force him to his knees? Why could he not deny you, no matter how much he knew he should? 

“Of course she did,” Jaeyun tells him. He pushes off from the back of the lounge to lean forward. “She prayed to me often and with sincerity. She was devout.” He smirks. “That’s why I had to have her.” 

“Did she pray in front of you?” 

“No,” Jaeyun admits. “Though… I was drawn to her when I heard her prayer the night I took her.” His eyes lift up and away, as though in thought. “I don’t know that I could’ve ignored her, even if I wanted to. It took me, all of me. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced. I had to be with her.” His eyes slide back over to Sunghoon. “Did she pray to you?” 

“I thought I was dying,” Sunghoon admits, his voice falling. Jaeyun’s eyes widen in surprise. Of all the things in this world, never has a God admitted such a thing. “I thought… I was helpless. I’ve never felt that way. I couldn’t have denied her if I tried. I had to obey.” Jaeyun leans back into the lounge. “Surely that has to be reason enough,” Sunghoon says, stepping towards him. “I know how things are, and I know what will happen if he finds out, but⁠—” 

“Please don’t bring him into this, it’ll only give me a headache,” Jaeyun says, lifting a hand to his head, touching his brow. “And don’t mention it in front of Jongseong,” he adds, turning his head to give Sunghoon a hard look. “You know they don’t get along.” 

“So we ignore it?” Sunghoon asks. He moves to sit beside his brother but Jaeyun looks away from him, still pinching the bridge of his nose like this conversation has already started a painful throbbing in his brain. “If we do, it’s only a matter of time before he takes what he’s owed. From all of us.” Sunghoon says it pointedly, causing Jaeyun to finally look at him. His expression is tight, unfamiliar even to Sunghoon, though he knows now why Jaeyun looks like this. The idea of what he’s just said makes his stomach clench, hands shaking with unbridled power. Somewhere there is an earthquake, a volcanic eruption, something horrible down below, Sunghoon’s own worries manifesting. 

“I won’t let that happen,” Jaeyun insists, eyes burning gold when he meets Sunghoon’s gaze. “Of all the things in this world, he won’t take her from me.” 

“I agree,” Sunghoon replies seriously. “But we haven’t much time before it all starts to stack up.” He lets the warning land where it lay and gets to his feet, walking away from Jaeyun, back towards the entryway. Jaeyun leans forward, elbows on his knees, wringing his hands together. Sunghoon pauses before the curtained doorway and then turns, looking back at his brother. “You know I’m with you for this, don’t you?” 

“Of all the things we’ve disagreed on,” Jaeyun begins, then raises his head, “this is the one thing I know we will stand together on.” There’s a fire still burning in his eyes. Flames flicker through him, making him glow with warm, golden light. “I trust you, brother.” 

Sunghoon leaves, letting the curtain fall behind him. He crosses the corridor, around the courtyard and through the halls, making quick work of returning to his own chambers. He closes the curtain behind him, glancing over at where you still sleep in his bed, wrapped in white and silver. He discards his cloak and clothing, sliding beneath the bedding with you, pulling your sleeping form into his arms. 

“Mm?” You hum, turning over. He smiles softly to himself, brushing your hair from your eyes, tracing his fingers down the side of your face. His fingers continue down your cheek, along your jaw, to curl them around the side of your neck. You blink your eyes open, finding him beside you, Sunghoon’s thumb brushing against the hinge of your jaw. 

“Good morning, darling,” he coos to you.

“Morning,” you mumble. “Where am I?” 

“Home. Safe,” he assures you. You smile softly, leaning forward to kiss him. His lips press softly to yours, turning you over to press you down into the bedding. You giggle against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, keeping him close. He can’t control it, his desire eats at him, his hands roaming over your bare skin, his mouth wanting to taste every inch of you. For centuries he kept it so locked up, he can’t help himself anymore. The whims of mortals sits heavy and delicious on your tongue, he needs you. Aches for everything you’re willing to give him. 

Eagerly, his mouth kisses a scorching path from your lips to your neck, down your throat. He pushes the blankets back blindly so he can guide your legs open for him. He swears he means to be gentle, he just can’t help himself, his hands take hold of your thighs, pushing them apart roughly. You gasp above him, legs bending at the knees as he drops down between them, bringing his hand down to his already thickening cock. 

“Darling,” he whispers into your skin. You hum, tipping your head back, canting your hips up towards his. He takes the invitation as it’s handed to him. Were you not so enchanting, so lovely, the very pinnacle of his desire, he might be able to resist you, but he just can’t. There’s nothing Sunghoon needs more than you, he has to have you, this mortal that brings him to his knees. 

He hisses through his teeth as he drags the tip of his cock up and down your wetting folds, listening to the small gasps and moans you let out. A desperate attempt to temper his desire, the want that fills him, to give it to you slower, take you gentler but he can’t resist it. When he looks at you, your fluttering eyes, your bitten mouth, the silver that hangs from your neck. God, that medallion that he adores so much, you still wear it, even in his bed, even beneath his body, his name written into your skin, you wear it so prettily. Not a demand but an askance that runs deeper than the words he’s tattooed upon your skin. 

He enters you as slowly as his body dares let him, your entrance giving to him, opening and opening for him, letting him sink in in full. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, little pinpricks of pain on his body. He leans over the top of you, hitching your leg over his hip, his mouth landing on your chest, tasting your sweat dampened skin. His eyes burn an uncontrollable silver as he listens to you pant above him, the hot press of your body around his cock, his hands curling around your waist, gripping hard enough to hurt. You moan above him, trying to chase his cock, hips twitching against the cock that rocks too slowly inside of you, taken by your own need. 

A relentless feedback loop begins, the way the two of you claw at each other, unable to hold back the need that surges through you like it’s in your bones, your blood, your very essence needs one another. Maybe this is why Sunghoon couldn’t control himself around you, the way your prayer choked him, the way need took root in him the moment you dropped to your knees before him. Something in you called to something in him, the only way to quell the burning within him being to answer that call. The only way to ease the agony is to be with you, in the most basic, most wholly and fully way possible. 

He may have consumed you, but you might consume him. 

“Sunghoon!” You cry out, fingers digging into the back of his neck. There are red welts along his back and the nape of his neck, bite marks written into the skin of your throat and along the jut of your collarbone. Pain and pleasure, agony and ecstasy rise within the both of you. He takes you, fast and rough, the fever pitch of your arousals coming and coming and coming, higher and higher, Sunghoon’s moans muffled into your throat while he digs his fingers into your hips, raising bruises that might never leave you. 

“I need it, I need it,” Sunghoon mumbles into your throat, groaning and shaking. “Please, please.” Never before has he begged for anything and yet he does, in the cradle of your body, on his knees between your legs, desperation in his voice. You force his face up from your neck, Sunghoon taking in the glow of you, silver and stunning. Your lips meet his, your back arching against his chest, the cool of your medallion pressed between the two of you. 

Gripping you by the thighs, he forces himself as deep as possible, losing himself in the tight feeling of you. You whimper into his mouth, shaking underneath him as you come apart. Sunghoon bites out your name into your mouth, letting go of your mouth only to press his forehead to your collarbone, trying to catch his breath. You tip your head back against the pillows, running your fingers through his hair. 

Yes, you have taken him as your own, just as he has taken you. He just hopes that he was right, and you are safe as long as you’re in his arms.

a/n: *the unprotected sex depicted is both purposeful and symbolic, engage in safe sex practices like condoms and contraceptives in real life. safe sex saves lives; oh sunghoon. i'd be lying if i said this one was easy but i enjoyed it immensely regardless. and, i enjoyed being able to give you guys just a little taste of lore. here is where the background of this universe really begins. the pantheon continues...

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the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. est around 10k or more

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

releasing. very soon!! .. progress update tag

park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.

"hey, um .. is ji—" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.

"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.

on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.

"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admit— even more so than him.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of all— you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.

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told two men that i got a top that looked like a maid cosplay fit one replied with "fuck that's hot" one replied with "oh nice, congrats!" truly do not know how to reply to both of them 💀🙏

REAL LOVE BABY…

summary: she hated max verstappen with every bone in her body, they were teammates, rivals, enemies — they were everything but lovers. but then it’s three o’clock in the morning and max dials her number accidentally, in tears, his girlfriend has left him. and he has no idea on how to feel better… sadly for max, the same thing happens to lewis.

warnings: unhealthy relationship between max, lewis reader, age gap (3 years for max, 16 for lewis), toxic dynamic, daddy kink used, pure smut. sexual dynamic (s/d). mad max strikes again! dark!max. dark!lewis. it’s giving insanity. more tags to be added. wtf is proof reading.

max x reader | lewis x reader / not polyamory.

mad max… from the delightful universe.

soon!

based on taylor swift’s new album, THE TORTURED POET DEPARTMENT.