I Dont Care If This Comes Off As Cruel But You Are Not Entitled To Fanfiction. You Are Not Entitled To

I don’t care if this comes off as cruel but you are not entitled to fanfiction. You are not entitled to podfics. You are not entitled to translated works.

Creators are not paid to make fanworks. People spend years of their lives writing fic and getting nothing in return except positive interactions. You can ask to make a translation. You can ask to make a pod fic. But you cannot demand it.

And because the only thing fanfic writers get in return for their work is positive feedback, taking away an authors ability to receive that is disgusting. Authors deserve to have full control and ownership of their works.

Fanfic isn’t a product to consume and then demand more of. Authors and creators deserve better.

Fuckboy!Wonwoo going for shy!reader since he assumes they’re a virgin, just to find out reader is an absolute freak and rides him until he passes out

wonwoo bias wrecked me so much after the follow again concerts that this just came to life on it’s own. i wrote the freshman experience based off of how it is on my country and i loved writing this, so i hope you enjoy it too! ♡

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fuckboy!wonwoo who’s your game design course sunbaenim. he contradicts all paradigms about nerds, because he’s hot as fuck.

fuckboy!wonwoo who spots you on the first day of classes. he sees you walking past him in your tiny skirt and "I ♡ games" tshirt and finds you adorable.

fuckboy!wonwoo who fights with other veterans to keep you as his freshman. he loses the argument to Nayeon, the course’s student’s president, and sulks for the rest of the day.

fuckboy!wonwoo who hits on you at the bar that night. everyone’s whispering about the two of you.

since Nayeon’s done her job and warned you before hand about Wonwoo’s reputation, you turn him down nicely because you hate the attention. of course, it only spurs him on.

fuckboy!wonwoo who tried to befriend you as a way of getting into your pants (well, he’s a fuckboy after all!).

a couple months after, once he realizes you’re actually really funny and outgoing when you feel comfortable enough, he finds himself enjoying the time you two spend together.

fuckboy!wonwoo who becomes obsessed with you. he convinces himself it’ll fade away once he fucks you. but then he finds himself getting so fucking jealous when he hears you calling Seungcheol your “oppa”. he knows Cheol has a thing for you — your innocent, virgin like persona is driving every male student wild. so he feels his blood boiling when you touch his hyung’s bicep as you smile sweetly and bat your eyelashes.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really annoyed when his friends mock him, claiming he lost his charms and won’t get to fuck you like he would do to any other girl.

"it’s up to Coups Hyung to pop her cherry." Jeonghan holds back a laugh as Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

Like hell we will! he thinks.

fuckboy!wonwoo who tries to sleep with someone else to get off and forget about you. but it doesn’t work and he gets more frustrated than before.

fuckboy!wonwoo who offers to help you with your class project and goes to your shared dorm room on a Saturday night. you open the door and he holds his breath when he sees your super princess peach cropped shirt.

"what? it’s my favorite game" you state, with a pout in your lips, when he stares for too long.

"oh, nothing. it’s a good one." he babbles, averting his eyes from your chest. your shirt was probably old, since he could see the outline of your nipples through the white fabric. he swallows nervously, trying to shake the image of your pebbled nipples off of his head.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets distracted by your short sleeping shorts, since they do the bare minimum to cover you up.

"Nonu, are you listening?" you complain as you shake him. his eyes are out of focus when he meets your gaze. "earth to Nonu! what are you thinking about?"

fuckboy!wonwoo who bites his lower lip and stares at you.

"i’m thinking about you, cutie." he flirts. usually, you would blush and avert your eyes. so it’s a shocker for him when your Bambi eyes transform into a siren gaze.

“what about me?" you whisper, inching closer to his face. "is it about the ways you’d like to fuck me?" that’s all it takes for Wonwoo to take off his glasses and crash his lips into yours.

fuckboy!wonwoo who gets really excited and surprised when he finds out you’re not a virgin. in fact, you’re a total freak in bed. he feels a bit fooled since you got everyone believing you’re a pure angel, but he isn’t about to complain.

not when you’re jumping up and down on his dick with your pretty boobs on full display for him.

fuckboy!wonwoo who fucks up into you with all his might, thinking that he could die happy buried in your heat like that.

you’re riding him so good, your hips grinding against his and your hands clawing at his chest. your lips are red and swollen from kissing, your head’s thrown back in pleasure. you let out quiet ah-ah-ahs that enter Wonwoo’s ears and spin down his body directly to his dick.

fuckboy!wonwoo who nearly blows his load when you ask him to choke you.

his big hand presses on your throat with minimum force, but you demand more pressure and he complies.

fuckboy!wonwoo who circles your clit and sucks your nipples to help you cum. and when you do, he follows shortly after, emptying three months worth of blue balls in the condom and nearly passes out.

fuckboy!wonwoo who cuddles you and realizes he’s been tricked.

"i’m not complaining, but i thought you were a virgin."

you laugh, turning around to face him. "and the resident fuckboy gets played." pride bubbles in your chest. Wonwoo smiles at you, his brown eyes still a bit glazed over from his high.

"i liked being played" he admits with a shy smile.

fuckboy!wonwoo who refuses to go back to his own room. thank goodness your roommate is not coming back for the night.

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© btsvt-bar, 2024

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seventeen as random stuff ive retweeted - part [1/??]

+ bonus (bc i luv my man <3)

sixth sense //jww//

anon req- yandere/stalker Wonwoo

summary- when watching you wasn't enough, he'd sneak into your house to get himself off. what happens when Wonwoo realizes he might be able to get something more tonight?

wc- 6k

Wonwoo swore this would be the last time. As his feet carried him further and further, across the street into private property, he promised himself that this was it.

No more.

You see, no matter how hard he tried, Wonwoo just couldn't stop watching you. Where you walked around on campus, the way you spoke to just about everyone so sweetly, how you secretly drifted off in class- he saw it all.

He'd spend hours and hours staring at your face, observing the way your features would morph into all sorts of expressions- so much so he now knows them by heart.

What started as something innocent, however, turned much darker when he realised that you lived in the house opposite his.

Night upon night, Wonwoo would sit by his window, watching, observing as you went about your life, completely unaware.

Your curtains were open- always were.

He knew when you studied, when you slept, when you touched yourself. You were so naive, so innocent, he really just couldn't help himself.

You made it so easy.

And now he's here, inside your house- with an hour to spend and a filthy, filthy imagination.

He's been here a couple of times before. Once when you'd left to go study at the library, another time when Somi and you went out for brunch, last week when your mother and you went shopping.

This time was different, though.

This time, you'd left him a little present on your bed.

As he walks into your room with practiced ease, Wonwoo's breath catches at the sight of pretty pink lingerie and a matching vibrator, laying exposed on your duvet.

'oh you have plans tonight, don't you?'

His thoughts show so clearly on his face- that signature Wonwoo smirk, corners of his lips just barely tilting up, head tipping to one side as his eyes linger over the pink lacey fabric.

Tentatively, he takes hold of the toy, clasping it in his palm, feeling the smooth, shiny plastic against his skin. Wonwoo's thoughts drift to how you'd use it in a few hours, completely unaware that he's been touching it- in turn, indirectly touching you.

'didn't know you liked this kinda stuff,'

'dirty girl'

Your room's mostly clean, usually is, save for the tangle of wires under your desk and a few odd clothes tossed at the foot of your closet. The laundry bin's full; a lid keeps it under control, but fails to hide the silky red fabric of your panties- the ones he saw you take off earlier this morning.

His eyes light up. The vibrator is long forgotten.

Time is of the essence here- there's not a lot of it left- so he grabs the red fabric in a haste and holds it to his face, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.

"fuck-" he groans softly, knees weakening at how goddamn good you smell. There's a hint of that fabric softener you use, clean and floral, but there's also the intoxicating scent of you.

The most intimate part of you.

Wonwoo settles on your duvet, nose still buried into your panties, and his eyes flutter closed as an evil hand snakes it's way into his sweatpants.

His cock jumps at the contact, and he hisses, taking his lower lip in between his teeth. Thoughts of you flood his mind, and he replays the image of you from two nights ago, with your naked body on full display as you lay in this exact spot, touching that pretty cunt of yours.

Slowly, Wonwoo begins to pump himself, squeezing hard around his girth, trying to satiate that red hot pit of desire screaming within.

He takes in a shaky breath, letting you flood his senses, and he feels himself grow in his fist, now moving faster.

Wonwoo thinks of you- of your voice, of your face, of your body. How you'd sound, whimpering, sobbing under him, how your features would settle so perfectly into utter bliss, how your skin; soft to the touch, would jump under his fingertips.

Within minutes, he feels his cock throb. It's hot and heavy in his hand, the tip burns a fiery shade of red as he works himself up to his release pumping faster as he takes you in desperately.

"f-fuck y/n" he chokes out, head falling back into your pillows.

His fist tightens around the width of his dick, trying to mimic what he thinks you'll feel like, and in seconds he tips over the edge. Hot, white ropes stream out of his cock, dribbling out of the tip, and he hunches over quickly to your nightstand to pluck out a tissue or two.

As he cleans himself off, the guilt hits, like it always does.

This is wrong, he knows it is, but he really just can't bring himself to stop. It's as though you've cast a spell on him and now he's become your very own moon- chasing after you, endlessly.

Wonwoo tidies up the bed, fixing your sheets, fluffing up your duvet, and he deposits- albeit reluctantly- your panties back to their assigned spot in the laundry bin.

15 minutes till you come back home.

He heads to your kitchen and discards his soiled tissues into the garbage shoot, destroying all the evidence that he was ever here.

There's still a bit of time left for him, so he looks through your pantry, face falling when he sees the endless sea of instant-meal cartons and ramen packets.

'you really should take better care of yourself,'

Just as he's about to close the cabinet, something catches him eye.

A hand blender- rather, the hand blender you borrowed from him last week. In a sudden burst of genius, Wonwoo comes up with a plan.

It's hasty, definitely reckless, but he has a shot at getting to touch you.

step 1- hide the blender inside the highest shelf of your pantry.

check.

step 2- head back home, shower, put on the cologne you seem you like, change into loose grey sweats and a fitted white wife beater.

check.

step 3- wait till you get home and watch as you settle into bed, ready to play.

check.

step 4- once you begin to work yourself up, almost on the verge of release, that's when he'll strike, ringing your doorbell to ask for his blender.

Wonwoo's heart thuds against his chest as he presses your doorbell. The sound echoes around in his head and he swears he can feel his heart in his throat. Scuffling footsteps draw his attention back to you, and he smirks, imaging what you look like right now; scrambling around to cover yourself up, frustrated that you've been interrupted.

The distinct slap of your house slippers against wooden floors grows louder and louder, in time with Wonwoo's speeding heart, and he feels his mouth go dry.

This is happening.

Creaking your door open, you pop your head out, eyes widening when you see Wonwoo at your doorstep.

"this a bad time?" he asks, tilting his head to the side as his eyes rake over your body, observing the loosely tied robe you've covered up with.

"uh n-no, what's up Won?"

Fuck there was that petname you used all the time. He hated petnames, hated when people called him stuff like that, but with you? God, there was something so cute about it when you said his name like that. Makes him want to push you down and fuck you senseless right here on your doorstep.

"you remember that blender you borrowed? I kinda need it right now," his voice is deep as he speaks, and you notice his apperance.

Tight white vest, baggy grey sweatpants, wet hair- fuck he's your very own wet dream, delivered right to your doorstep. A deep blush spreads across your cheeks and you wonder if he knows what you've been up to.

"y-yeah, come in I've got it around here somewhere," you stutter, stepping back to let him in. Wonwoo steps forward, his long legs closing the distance between your bodies, and you gasp, eyes flicking over to his as he towers over you, barely an inch between your frame and his.

Once again, he let's his eyes skim over you, taking note of the way your cheeks heat up under his stare.

'oh? you like this, don't you?'

There's that smirk again, the knowing twitch of his lips, the condescending look in his eye. He's assured, you're far too desperate to turn him down when he makes his move.

Despite the rambling thoughts inside him, Wonwoo appears composed. He quirks a brow at you, looking almost unimpressed, and you scramble around for words..

"you w- you walk really um, really fast,"

"you don't," he states, bemused, "I really do need that blender, though."

Embarrassed, your skin burns crimson and your lips part, forming an 'o' shape.

"o-oh uh yeah that. it should be in here," you mutter, sauntering your way over to the kitchen with him trailing right behind.

Wonwoo has to physically restrain himself from reaching out to run his palm over the curve of your ass, swaying enticingly as you walk.

'fuck you made this so hard-'

You slip behind the kitchen island, throwing a quick glance his way over your shoulder, before opening up the first cabinet- the one that originally did have Wonwoo's blender.

Clumsy hands, pat around the surface of the shelf in vain, and you turn around, pouting. Wonwoo thinks this is his breaking point (it isn't, but still).

"not here, sorry this might take a while Won"

His heart swells at the petname, and inside he's got fireworks going off. On the outside, however, he remains unmoved.

"yeah take your time, baby, I've got all evening"

You flush.

He called you baby.

Turning to face him, you offer a watery, nervous smile.

"m'sorry Wonnie"

'oh fuck me-'

You turn back around pulling open another cabinet, and then another and another. Moving from the ones at eye level, you kneel down, digging through the shelves under your counter top. The angle makes Wonwoo dizzy.

'you're doing this on purpose, I swear'

On your knees, eyes a little teary from embarrassment, you look up at him, shaking your head. This is the sixth shelf.

"sorry-"

"you're good, here- I'll help you look"

Wonwoo's voice soothes through you, it's low timbre running along your nerves like guitar strings. He steps beside you, eyes scanning over the counter top as you stand up and open your highest cabinet.

You stand on your tip toes, arm fully outstretched, and you begin to search around; this time in the right cabinet. As your fingertips glaze over something that feels like a blender, your eyes light up, and Wonwoo, standing behind you, takes notice.

"think it's here"

The only issue now, is that you can't reach it. It's too high up for you to grasp properly. You stretch as far as you can, straining your body as you try to reach the little plastic device, and before you know what's happening, you feel a presence directly behind you.

Wonwoo.

His chest pushes flush against your back as his arm extends out far beyond yours, and you let out a surprised squeak.

He grins.

The hard muscle of his torso has your mouth watering, only adding to your desperation. Sure, having your orgasm so rudely ripped away is one thing, but to have Jeon Wonwoo of all people, dressed the way he is, pushing up against you, all while you're defenseless and unable to satisfy yourself? Oh this is just pure torture.

"found it" he whispers right above your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it. You shudder.

Wonwoo brings his arm back down, setting the item down on the counter. You turn around, caged between his arms, and your knees go weak at the sight in front of you.

The thick muscles of his arms are on full display, veins jutting out deliciously right beside you. Wonwoo's eyes stay trained on your own, a dark desire, a hunger, running wild in them.

Suddenly, you realise, your little bullet vibrator won't be enough for you tonight.

You gulp noticing the proximity of your bodies, of your faces, and Wonwoo smirks.

"you're all red,"

"s-shut up"

"but you are, I mean look at these" he grins, bringing his fingers up to press your cheeks together. "so fuckin' cute when you blush,"

You're stunned into silence.

"and this-" he motions to your robe, now loose, falling apart at your cleavage, revealing the delicate pink lace of your bra, "who's this for?"

Your eyes almost double in size when you glance down, and you scramble to adjust yourself.

"it's nothing! I was just- I was just um,"

"just what?"

Your brows scrunch up as you bite your lip, suddenly conscious of your surroundings, and you avoid his gaze, opting to look down at the fabric of his vest.

"were you playing with yourself?"

You shake your head furiously, tears welling in your eyes. God, this is embarrassing but for some reason, you find yourself growing hotter, wetter by the second, with your body pressed up against his.

"dirty girl,"

Wonwoo's voice is sultry and low, he's practically purring at you, eyes glazed over with desire. The way he calls you has your cunt clenching down around empty space, and you know you need this. You need him.

"if I was t-touching myself, would you be upset?"

'hook, line, and sinker.'

"oh princess, you were just trynna feel good, of course I won't be upset" he coos, stroking your hair.

"a-and if I say that I was thinking of y-"

"hm?"

"if I say that I was thinking of you, while I was... y'know, would you be mad?"

Oh he wasn't expecting that.

Not one bit.

The stoic, unmoving persona dissipates within seconds and Wonwoo let's out a shaky breath, bringing his face closer to yours, leaving barely an inch of space.

"not at all,"

There's a short pause as you both share understanding glances- a wordless confession.

"this is my mess to fix, isn't it?" he whispers, breath fanning over your face, burning hot against your cheeks.

You nod, desperately, and he leans his forehead against yours.

"and you want me to fix it, baby?"

"please," you whimper, pressing your thighs together helplessly.

Wasting not a second more, rather, unable to wait a second more, Wonwoo pushes his lips to yours, enveloping them in a hungry, needy kiss.

Hot, wet skin greets your mouth, cradling your lower lip as he sucks feverishly at the tender flesh. Wonwoo slides a hand up to your chin, tilting your face up between his thumb and forefinger, and you gasp when he prods his tongue into your mouth.

A pathetic whimper escapes you, and you give in to his body.

"you want this?" he pants, his breath hot, meshing with your own.

"I do- fuck I really do Wonnie"

Your voice is whiny, your eyes gloss over, Wonwoo curses under his breath.

Without warning, he slides his hands under your thighs, and hoists your body up, moving you to sit on the counter. You gasp at how easily he manages to lift you- like you're a fragile little doll, completely at his mercy.

As your thighs spill out from under the robe, they make contact with the cool, hard marble below, and you jump at the sudden sensation.

The fabric of your robe rides up, giving Wonwoo access to the hem of your panties, and his eyes flick down, darkening considerably when he looks at your pink lingerie.

"oh? what's this you're wearing?" There's a smirk in his voice, plain as day. His hands smooth over the front of your thighs, stopping right at the edge of the robe.

"may I?"

His eyes draw back up to yours, and he looks at you, the question genuine in his gaze.

"yes," you breathe, swallowing at the thick lump in your throat.

Eager hands slide up, disappearing momentarily under your robe to feel you first, before pulling the loose fabric apart completely.

Wonwoo slips the silky fabric over your shoulders, letting it pool around your thighs on the counter, and it's as though life presses pause for a while.

He stares at you in awe, in wonder, eyes tracing over every curve, every contour of your body and the lace against it.

"you're so beautiful-" he shudders, unable to stop himself from looking.

"I am?"

Wonwoo rolls his eyes.

"what, you didn't know?"

"uh uh," you shake your head, staring up at him through thick lashes, "nobody's called me that before"

There's a pause. You can practically hear the gears twisting and turning in Wonwoo's head, with his brow set in a frown.

'you really didn't know'

'how do I show yo-'

His lips twitch up, revelation written all over his face.

"as much as I'd love to fuck you into this counter, there's something better in store upstairs,"

"u-upstairs? but how do-"

"shh, princess, don't bother your pretty head about silly things, hm?" he cooes, placing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

In a swift motion, you feel the surface beneath you shift away as Wonwoo lifts you into his arms, hands hooked under the flesh of your ass.

You yelp, eyes wide with panic, but the adoring grin painted on his face calms you down. He walks up the stairs, turning to the right, unlocking your door.

"but how do you kno-"

"patience, pretty- we'll talk when I'm done with you" his voice takes on a darker tone, and you feel your arousal seep through the flimsy lace of your panties. Feeling the tip of his fingers dampen, Wonwoo smirks knowingly.

"someone's eager"

You blush, hiding your face in the crook of his neck, but Wonwoo's quick to pull you back.

"don't you dare hide from me."

The familiar, plush mattress of your bed greets your thighs as he sets you down gently, eyes practically glued to your face, scanning for discomfort.

"if you wanna stop you're gonna tell me, kay? if you can't use your words, tap twice" he says, bringing your hand to his bicep.

"uhuh" Your eyes are hazy, staring into his, as you marvel at how breathtaking he looks crouched down towards you, watching, observing.

Your hand smoothes over his muscles, dipping into the ridges, feeling how firm and strong he really is. Wonwoo shivers under your touch, revelling in how soft your fingers feel tracing over his skin.

"keep touching me and this is gonna go a lot different than how I planned,"

"oh yeah? what did you have planned?"

"you see that mirror there?" he tips his head to the side, angling it toward the mirror standing opposite your bed,

"I'm gonna make you watch."

Wonwoo crawls his way up the mattress, shifting himself to sit up against the head board. His legs are folded at the knees, spread just enough to fit you in between, and he smirks.

An arm moves to rest on his knee, and he crooks two fingers at you, a dangerous smirk playing at his lips.

"c'mere"

Wordlessly, you obey, moving shyly into his embrace, facing him so innocently, Wonwoo can barely bring himself to tell you that you need to turn around.

You shuffle onto your shins, awaiting his next command, and he sighs.

"so fuckin' eager- god I bet you're soaking"

Bashfully, you nod your head, eyes lowered.

"turn around for me, hm?" he ushers, his voice gentle yet firm, and you comply once again, turning in between his knees.

The sight before you has your face flaming. Right there on the wall sits a painting of you and Wonwoo, exposing your most intimate moments, bringing them to view. Your eyes meet in the mirror, and his own shine knowingly at the blush searing across your cheeks.

"keep your eyes on us, sweetheart" he mumbles into your ear, breath ghosting over the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps spreading over your neck and shoulder. "don't you dare look away"

A soft whimper escapes you as Wonwoo's lips attach themselves to the skin just below your ear, kissing so gently it raises the tiny hairs on your neck. Your eyes narrow in on the spot connecting your bodies- his lips, your neck- and you feel yourself grow hotter, needier, just from the sight alone.

Leaving wet, dull red marks as he moves to the side, Wonwoo reaches a sensitive spot just above your collar bone, grinning against your skin when you gasp.

"see how pretty you look right now? all marked up for me- all mine,"

"a-all yours," you breathe, head lopping to the side, giving him better access to your neck.

His hands grasp your shoulders, smoothing down your arms slowly before settling at your stomach, essentially caging you into himself.

The sharp sting of his teeth nipping at your skin, the way he holds you so secure, how his voice- sensual and deep like the ocean- resonates deep inside you; it's simultaneously soothing and exciting.

While one part of you wants to melt into him, let yourself drown in the ebb and flow of his voice, the other part is on fire, raging within you, begging to be quenched.

"can I take this off?" he murmurs into your skin, hands grazing over the hem of your bra.

"please,"

Tantalisingly slow, Wonwoo rakes his nails lightly along the width of your bra, until they find your clasp.

Deftly, he clicks you free, ridding your body of the fitted fabric.

"oh would you just- just look at yourself, christ-"

Feverish hands slide under your arms, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples, as your eyes remain trained on yourself and on the way he handles you.

Wonwoo kneads the flesh of your breasts, squeezing the supple flesh in his grasp, feeling how you fill up his palm so perfectly.

"Wonnie-" you whimper, watching how he manhandles your body, doing as he pleases with you.

"that's right, baby, Wonnie's right here"

His lips resume their work on your neck, pressing sloppy, heated kisses along your skin, occassionally nibbling at a particularly sensitive spot.

The hardened peaks of your breasts poke out enticingly, and Wonwoo knows it'll be criminal to leave them untouched. He pinches each one between his forefinger and thumb, rolling, tugging, squeezing the dark nubs, giving you a different kind of pleasure.

"oh my god-" you gasp, back arching when he tweaks one of your nipples with more pressure than before.

The motion sends a jolt of light all over your body, and you feel yourself yearning for more.

"didn't know you were such a dirty girl," he mumbles into your skin, "letting me touch you like this- must've needed a cock inside you really fucking bad, yeah?"

"uh uh- wanted you for so long Wonnie, just you"

Your voice is embarrassingly whiny and breathy, but Wonwoo hears you loud and clear. He looks at your reflection, meeting your eyes.

"just me, huh?"

You nod, biting your lip, suddenly embarrassed of your sudden confession-

"I- I like you,"

Wonwoo let's out a quivering breath, hands leaving your chest to pull you into a hug. He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, taking in your scent as he leaves you with a muffled- "I like you too, god I really like you"

He sighs into your skin, relaxing as he doesn't have to hold his cards so close to his chest anymore. His feelings, your feelings, were out in the open. You feel for him the way he feels for you and that's enough.

The moment you share is almost sweet enough to let you forget the ache deep in your cunt.

Almost.

You need him.

"Wonnie,"

"yeah baby?"

"need you to touch me" Your voice is a mere whimper, you sound pathetic, but you can't bring yourself to care.

The corners of his lips turn up into a sly smirk, and you feel it against your skin. Wonwoo lifts his head, eyes finding yours, and you note a dangerous fire dancing behind his gaze.

His ankles hook over your own, trapping your legs under his as he spreads you open, completely at his mercy. You gasp, feeling your limbs move without your command, and Wonwoo mimics you, mocking your naive surprise.

"oh look at how pretty-" he mirrors your gasp, your wide-eyed expression, "all spread out for me, hm?"

For some reason, you can't bring yourself to bite back. Insults and snarky remarks flood your mind, and you chastise him internally, calling him an asshole, a cocky, arrogant idiot; but the sight in front of you brings you back to reality.

You like this- you like being mocked and ridiculed. You like being at his mercy, unable to control your body. The flush on your cheeks, the rapid rise and fall of your chest, tells you all you need to know.

Curse him in your head all you want, your body likes this.

Wonwoo let's his hand trail down, snaking past your collarbones, your tummy, just above the hem of your panties. You watch, transfixed, as his touch raises the tiny hairs on your body, creating a path of goosebumps.

A thick lump forms in your throat when he reaches where you need him most, and Wonwoo notices how your eyes are narrowed in on his hand.

"good girl, keep looking at yourself baby-" he breathes into your hair, sending a shudder down your spine.

Your heart swells at his praise, and you look at him, wide-eyed.

"hey," he warns, sliding a finger along your clothed slit before pressing down on your clit, "here. keep your eyes right here- you're gonna watch me fuck you,"

Your hips jerk up, jolting at the sudden stimulation, but his legs force you back down, pushing your body further against him.

Words escape you, your mouth feels dry, and your eyes snap back to the image of your clothed sex. The way his finger toys with your clit, teasing just enough, has you growing so desperate, you're willing to do just about anything to get him to touch you.

"Wonnie p-please," you shudder as his finger presses into you again, "please just- oh," Your voice breaks off into a broken moan when Wonwoo begins to rub firm circles into your clit.

The textured fabric of your lingerie adds an additional layer of stimulation to your nerves, sending sparks flying all over your skin like scattered fireworks.

"please?" he echoes, his tone mocking your own.

His fingers move faster, pushing down on your most sensitive spot, and you can't help but stare shamelessly at how effortlessly he plays with you.

Wonwoo reads the silent language of your body like no other, watching each crease in your forehead, each stutter of your hips to see what you need. Those long, slender fingers flick at you so easily, so deftly, it's as though he knows you better than you know yourself.

Soon enough, your clit throbs under his touch, and he knows you're close.

"oh sweetheart-" he coos, "I haven't even touched you yet-"

Your cunt clenches down at his condescending tone, anticipation building to a shocking crescendo. Just how far is he going to push you?

"m'gonna- fuck m'gonna cum-" you moan, head tipping back. Your legs twitch under his, and your thighs work tirelessly to press together, but in vain.

You're trapped.

"aw baby look," Wonwoo brings his free hand up to clasp your neck, forcibly turning your head straight. "so pretty like this- fuck you're shaking,"

Your eyes flick over your reflection, hazy as ever, and you feel your orgasm coming on. There's something so sexy about watching yourself come undone, watching Wonwoo spread you apart and use you like a little toy.

A wave of pleasure, approaching fast, washes over you as he works you up to your orgasm. The rough texture of your panties has you drooling, and soon enough, you're nerves ache from overstimulation.

"that's it, princess- so good for me,"

Wonwoo pushes the crotch of your panties aside, without warning, and dips two fingers into your cunt, pushing deep inside to collect your essence. Your body jolts in his embrace, thighs tensing with effort to squirm away from him, but again, there's no escaping.

"oh you taste like heaven," he groans, slipping his fingers into his mouth, licking up every drop he collected.

You find yourself entranced by the sight, watching him clean off his fingers, slipping his tongue so deftly between each digit, you can't help but wonder what it would feel like inside you.

Noticing the fascination with which you observe him, Wonwoo shoots you a sly smirk, letting your legs slip free.

'I know what you're thinking,'

"turn around,"

Your body moves on its own, following his voice, and you shift in his arms with your back to the mirror.

"now c'mere," he licks his lips, moving his hands to your waist, pulling you onto his thigh.

Within seconds, his lips are on yours, pressing needy, hungry kisses to your mouth. You can taste yourself on his tongue and it makes you dizzy, in dire need of more.

Air escapes you quicker than water in a broken dam, and you find yourself growing light-headed, pulling away for breath despite Wonwoo's grumbling.

When you draw back for the third time, he's beyond frustrated, groaning as his lips chase yours.

"get back here." he seethes, hands gripping the flesh of your waist, "right. fucking. now"

Your body, unfortunately, is slow to respond.

Wonwoo curses under his breath before flipping you over, arms straining as he lays you down as gently as he can.

You yelp, clutching onto his biceps like your very own safety belt, and your eyes widen at how easily he moves you.

"what are y-"

"can't have you running away," he smirks, tongue running along his lower lip.

Balancing his weight on one arm while bringing your hand to touch the other, Wonwoo repeats himself-

"if you want to stop, tell me. if that isn't possible-"

"tap twice, got it" you interrupt hastily, impatient as ever. He smiles fondly at you, a soft huff of laughter spilling past his lips.

"that's my girl,"

Your nails run over a thick vein jutting out from under his skin, and he swallows thickly, Adam's apple dipping low into his throat.

"you're really fucking distracting, y'know that?" he tuts, grabbing your hand and pinning it up above your head.

Before you can respond, Wonwoo captures your lips in a sloppy kiss, shoving his tongue past your lips, and exploring the expanse of your mouth fervently as if he's trying to memorize the way you feel, the way you taste.

The hand on your wrist loosens its grip and Wonwoo runs his fingers down the inside of your arm- ghosting a feathery touch over the sensitive skin.

"Won-" you whimper into his mouth, desperate for air, but he doubles down, pushing his lips closer to yours. Your helpless, muffled whines fill his ears and he can't help but grin against your lips.

'you make the prettiest sounds,'

Finally showing mercy, Wonwoo lets you breathe, moving from your lips to your chest, kissing his way down to your soaked panties.

"made a mess of these-" You can practically hear the smirk in his voice and you want nothing more than to smack it off, but you know he's right.

"you'll clean me up though, won't you?"

Silence.

Wonwoo sucks in a deep, composing inhale. His eyes meet yours, and your breath hitches. There's a deep, dark desire, an untameable lust behind the browns of his eyes, one that sends a shiver down your spine.

His fingers hook into your panties, tugging them off firmly, and his jaw clenches at the sight of your bare cunt.

"fuck-"

As if under a spell, Wonwoo finds himself drawn to you, placing his lips to your sex. He sticks a kiss to your slit before running his tongue along your folds and you know you're done for when your legs begin to twitch.

"oh please-" you whimper, hips bucking up into his tongue, and his lips twitch up. He brings his tongue to your hole, prodding it inside you, flicking in and out as his hand splays over your lower belly, thumbing your puffy clit.

Your jaw falls slack, hanging open, and your head lolls over to the side in pure ecstasy.

Wonwoo moves inside you with ease, pressing into every spot you need, rubbing lazy circles into your sensitive nerves. A choked moan claws its way up your throat, flooding the room, and Wonwoo knows he's doing something right.

All those nights studying you, the way you touched yourself, the things you seemed to like- they paid off in the end.

Your breathing grows unsteady and rapid, and he moves faster, pushes deeper into you, coaxing your orgasm out of you.

"f-fu- Wonnie m'gon-" you stutter, breathlessly, and he hums an affirmation, his voice sending waves reverberating through your nerves. The added stimulation of his voice, buzzing through you, is just enough to send you over the edge, and you cum on his tongue, back arching off the bed.

Unable to control the sounds escaping you, you're a whimpering, moaning jumble of nerves.

"that's it, baby-" he soothes, easing his tongue over your cunt, lapping up the remnants of arousal as you shudder uncontrollably. "taste so fuckin' good,"

Wonwoo kisses up your torso, settling on his knees to take his clothes off.

The white tank goes first, revealing his chiseled upper body, and your jaw drops. He looks unreal. The sweatpants are next, leaving him in a pair of fitted black boxers that cling to the width of his thighs and do little to hide his size.

"you're still okay with this?" he asks one last time, fingers halting at his boxers.

Stunned by the view, you nod dumbly, lips still parted in surprise.

"baby- I need wor-"

"yes! yes- yes I'm o-okay with this" you blurt out, swallowing the lump in your throat.

"do you hav-"

"I'm on the pill" The boxers are shucked off.

Oh my God.

The mattress dips under his weight, dimples forming under his knees and elbows as he hovers over you. Wonwoo places a chaste kiss to your forehead, aligning himself with your entrance before easing into you.

"you-you're so big-" you breathe, feeling the wind knocked out of your lungs. "Wonnie- oh my god"

Your eyes widen, brows knitting together as he pushes further and further, until he bottoms out inside you.

"shi-shit that's it- takin' me so good-" he hisses, clenching his teeth.

The girth of his cock has your walls stretching wide, trying desperately to accommodate him, and your eyes roll back. Wonwoo finds himself in a bit of a dilemma, unable to figure out whether to keep his eyes on your face, contorting in undeniable pleasure, or on your cunt being stuffed full by his cock.

With each thrust of his hips, you feel him move further, reaching deeper inside you until his tip nudges your cervix, coaxing out strangled moans on your part. The thick, pulsating vein running along the underside of his cock drags against your walls, and you feel him grow inside you- getting even bigger than before.

"W-onnie-" you mewl, words cut off by sharp gasps every time he slams back into you. "too big oh my g-"

"shh, you're takin' me so good doll, doin' so fucking good for me-" His voice is tainted with effort, each consonant ringing sharp and breathy as his lips ghost over yours.

Every fiber in your body buzzes with electricity, sweat glistens off of you like gold- you're on top of the world right now. The pleasure you feel in this moment is simply unparalleled. Nobody has, or ever will, come close.

Wonwoo's motions pick up speed, as he hooks his arm under your thigh, pulling it over his back- angling himself deeper into you, reaching spots you don't even know exist.

The first thrust with this newfound angle has both of your lips parting, breathing out shaky "oh"s against each other. Tears well in your eyes and you shake your head, breathing ragged and fast.

Wonwoo lets out a huff, smirking like he isn't gasping for breath the same way your are-

"that's it- I know you're close baby"

His hand leaves your thigh, rubbing zig-zag patterns into your clit, just enough to steal that orgasm out of you. The calloused pads of his fingers show no mercy, pressing directly on your nerves, and your hole spasms around him. You're certain you can feel your heartbeat where his finger presses, you can feel his too with the way his cock throbs inside you.

"so goddamn tight-" Wonwoo seethes, now feeling his own high approaching. He continues his motions on your clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves from left to right, until you finally give in with a sob.

"m'cumming oh fuc- oh fuck"

The muscles of your thighs tense momentarily, cunt clenching down hard around his cock, before you let go completely. A warm, prickly relaxation washes over you, and Wonwoo grunts, releasing himself inside you.

His thrusts slow to a halt, and he lets out an airy laugh, in disbelief. He stares down at your disheveled frame- flushed, sweaty skin, blown pupils, hair tangled up around your head.

"you're beautiful," he breathes, unable to hold his tongue, and you giggle, turning away bashfully.

Wonwoo tilts your chin back, pulling you to face him-

"I really like you, y/n,"

You smile, eyes shimmering up at him. "I like you more"

There's a brief pause as you gaze into each other's eyes, before you realise something.

"wait- how'd you know wh-"

"sixth sense" he grins, eyes carrying just a touch of madness. "I know everything."

Disaster & Safe Passage

god!park sunghoon x traveler!reader [afab]

[prev | the pantheon series | next]

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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