Love Me Tender | S.JY

Love Me Tender | S.JY

bf!jaeyun x gf!reader warnings: smut (mdni), soft-dom jake, oral (f. rec), unprotected sex, cream pie, wax play, knife play, bondage, leather gloves, pussy slapping (once), nipple play, not proof read, anything else lmk. wc: 10.2k synopsis: when your tender, loving boyfriend jaeyun overhears a conversation about you wishing he was a bit rougher in bed, he vows to make sure you're completely satisfied, catering to all your hearts desires. a/n: hi! this is something i had sitting in my mind but also this is for my girl @yzzyhee because i genuinely cannot express my love or gratitude more than semi-dom, blonde jake. i hope you love it, mars and just know that i am and always will be proud of you, no matter what.

“It’s great and, fuck, I love him so much. He’s the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s just…”

Just what?

Jaeyun halts abruptly outside your bedroom door as your muffled voice drifts through the wood. Having just returned from work, he had eagerly sprinted up the stairs upon seeing your shoes by the doorway, signalling your presence. Now, that excitement has dissipated, replaced by a creeping anxiety that crawls over his skin.

His mind races through every minor mistake he might have made in the past week to prompt you to discuss your relationship with someone else. No, you haven’t mentioned his name, he can’t fathom the idea of another man being the ‘best thing that ever happened to you’, so he jumps to conclusions.

Was it because he didn't clean on his day off last week? Or perhaps because he brought home that stray dog and begged you to keep her, even though neither of you had the time to give it the love it deserved? Jaeyun bites his bottom lip, pondering the meaning behind your words.

Leaning closer, he presses his hand against the door frame and hovers his ear just above the slit in the door to hear you better. In his eyes, everything in your relationship is more than fine, so he’s desperate to understand how he can fix whatever is wrong. If Jaeyun is determined to do one thing right in his life, it’s to be your perfect boyfriend.

The house is as quiet as a hairdresser's salon on a Monday morning, the silence thick and suffocating, until you break it with a sigh. “I just wish he was a bit rougher,” you finally say aloud, causing Jaeyun’s eyes to widen and ears to perk up. 

Of all the things in the world, he never expected you to say that. What do you mean rougher? He taps his foot on the carpet, as if trying to hurry your conversation along to hear your explanation. “He’s not bad in bed, far from it actually; he does this thing with his tongue that sends me to heaven…”

You trail off, and Jaeyun can vividly picture how you’re standing: your pretty pink lips caught between your teeth, a coy smile on your face, and your thighs rubbing together as you shift on your feet. There is a tiny swelling of pride adding to his emotions as you speak.

He knows how much you love his tongue, so much so that you’re often begging for it most nights and cumming on his face within minutes. His mind flashes back to those nights, your moans echoing in his memory.

That’s why it’s so hard for him to grasp what you’re talking about. He is rough with you to an extent - spanking your ass, sometimes tying you up, even pulling at your hair. Was that not enough for you? He’s always been scared of hurting you, even in those moments, so he can’t imagine going further than that. The thought of causing you pain, even unintentionally, sends a shiver down his spine.

“Yeah, exactly,” you agree with whoever is on the other line, “I want to just be manhandled and fucked like in the books we read or those Twitter porn videos. It’s just never going to happen, not with Jaeyun.”

Jaeyun’s body grows hot with nerves, goosebumps rising on his skin at your implication. Not with Jaeyun. What if you get bored every time he makes love to you and eventually leave him for someone else, someone who can fulfil those fantasies? The idea of losing you to someone else, someone who might treat you with the roughness you crave, makes his stomach churn with dread.

Oh, no. No, no, no. He cannot and will not let that happen. He refuses to lose you over something like this.

“Anyway, he’ll be home soon… No, I can’t say anything. You know how much he loves me. If I start asking him to edge me or bring a knife to a love fight, he would freak the fuck out,” you laugh disheartened, intending it as a joke but the sentence coming out as distant longing.

Jaeyun’s breath catches in his throat at the mention of a knife. You don’t mean a physical one right? It has to be a metaphor and you don’t want him to actually bring out the good kitchen knives and chop you up like yesterday’s salad? He’s not even a chef, never mind a butcher.

He hears you say your final goodbyes to your friend, causing him to silently run back to the top of the stairs, creating the facade that he has just arrived home. Just as he gets into place, you swing open your bedroom door and jolt back for a moment, surprised to see him there.

Swallowing the mix of hurt and apprehension, Jaeyun flashes the smile you fell in love with at first sight and walks over to you, pretending he didn’t hear a thing. “Hi, baby,” he says as chirpily as he can manage given the circumstances, walking towards you with an air of forced nonchalance.

“Hey, Jaeyun,” you say, looking him up and down with furrowed brows. “Babe, why are you so… all over the place?” The question isn’t misplaced. Despite his best attempts to conceal his true emotions, his body betrays him. His chest heaves as if he’s out of breath, his face is still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and nerves, and his hands tremble slightly.

“Oh, just those stairs, you know how they kill me,” he lets out a tense chuckle, trying to pass it off as his aversion to the gym.

Narrowing your eyes, you pout sceptically at his response, clearly not buying it. Your boyfriend might not frequent the gym, but he certainly plays football every Wednesday with his workmates, and his stamina during sex is nothing short of impressive. There’s definitely something else going on.

Now it’s your turn to get bitten by the anxiety bug. Surely he hadn’t overheard your conversation with Yeojeong just now? You would never be able to forgive yourself if he did because, in your mind, it wasn’t a complaint, just a small, wistful desire. But if he overheard, he might think it meant you were dissatisfied with him, even though that couldn't be further from the truth.

You blame the dark romance BookTok recommendations you've been indulging in for your sudden craving for a little, or a lot, of spice. That, and the three-month fascination you had with Ghostface after watching Scream 6.

Before your mind can wander to your boyfriend wearing a delicious mask as he pounds into you, you shake your head to clear your thoughts and smile widely, choosing to believe him over your own worries for a change. 

Encircling your arms around his waist, you place a kiss on his chest as you always do, hoping the tenderness and love from your lips reach his heart. “I would say go to the gym with me, but I like you just as you are,” you say gently, hoping that if he did, in fact, hear the conversation, it will put his mind at ease. That, and because you mean it wholeheartedly.

There isn’t a man in the world that could compare to your boyfriend, and you wouldn’t want to change any aspect of him. Not his tardiness, not his gentleness, and certainly not his soul.

Jaeyun feels your warmth and the sincerity in your voice. Your words provide a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. He wraps his arms around you tighter, resting his chin on the top of your head. “I love you so fucking much, Y/N. You know I would do anything for you, right?”

You look up at him and nod. “I know, baby.”

It’s strange how you are both having a silent conversation with your words. Each of you is reassuring the other, yet meaning different things. You are telling him that despite your own fantasies, he would never have to change just to meet them. 

Jaeyun, on the other hand, is conveying his commitment that he’s about to fulfil each and every single one of them.

_____

Jaeyun waits anxiously for the sound of your keys jingling in the lock as you secure the door behind you. The moment he hears it, he springs into action, heart pounding with a mix of determination and trepidation. He’s taken the day off work specifically for this - a day to explore a world he has no right to be stepping into, but one he is compelled to understand for your sake.

As the sound of your footsteps fades away, Jaeyun makes his way to the bedroom, his sanctuary of comfort and intimacy. Today, however, it feels like uncharted territory. The room is filled with reminders of your shared life: photographs capturing moments of joy, your favourite books stacked neatly on the nightstand, and the scent of your perfume lingering in the air. It all feels both reassuring and daunting.

Jaeyun sits at your shared desk, his heart pounding as he opens your laptop. Rather than logging into his own account, he attempts to access yours. It’s not that you’ve ever hidden anything from him; he’s just never needed to know your password or lurk in your browsing history. You’ve always been an open book. That is, until now.

Determined to delve into your private world to better understand and satisfy your cravings in bed, Jaeyun convinces himself that his intentions are pure. Logging into your account and discovering any form of porn you might own feels inherently better than randomly searching the internet. Surely, you must have a treasure trove of knowledge about your desires just sitting in plain sight, waiting to be explored. He just needs the password to unlock it.

Staring at your account login screen, he watches the cursor blink patiently in the password box. His mind races, trying to guess what it could be. The first thing that comes to mind is your anniversary. With a confident smile, he types in the date, knowing that it’s his own password as well. But when the message ‘Incorrect Pin’ flashes on the screen, his confidence wavers. He sits back, eyes wide with surprise.

What could it possibly be, then? Jaeyun runs through a list of possible passwords in his mind: your birthday, the name of your favourite pet, maybe even a significant place. Each attempt is met with the same frustrating result—‘Incorrect Pin.’

After a few more failed tries, he feels a pang of guilt but pushes it aside. This is for the greater good, he tells himself. This is to make you happy. He takes a deep breath and thinks more deeply about what the password could be. Something personal, something meaningful. He recalls moments you've shared, your inside jokes, and your shared passions. Then it hits him: your favourite band.

If there was another Jaeyun in your life, it was Lee Jaeyun from TO1. He’s not a jealous person but for that man, he is the most green-nosed, spiteful gremlin. Day after day he has had to hear about him despite the short answers and disinterest he shows, it doesn’t deter you in the slightest. It doesn’t help they have the same name either.

Pulling out his phone, he searches for the leader’s date of birth, already resigned to the idea that this will work and that he will have to somehow get you to change it before he becomes the human embodiment of envy. Typing in ‘160800’, the computer finally unlocks with ease. His face falls as the screen reveals your desktop, confirming his suspicion. Maybe to save himself the tiny heartache, he should have just searched for all of this on his own account; that’s what he gets for snooping, he supposes.

Jaeyun takes a moment to compose himself, shaking off the petty jealousy that flares up. He reminds himself why he’s doing this: to better understand your desires and make you happy. With a sigh, he begins navigating through your files, searching for anything that might give him insight into your fantasies.

The wallpaper is a picture of you and him on your third date to the petting farm. You both were covered up to the heavens, puffer jackets, scarves, and gloves to match since it was a bitingly cold winter. Jaeyun had insisted you go to the Christmas markets since it was one of the most romantic things to do; taking pictures under the lights and riding the swings, all while sharing kisses and nuzzling his nose with yours in an attempt to stay warm in the night.

But you had other plans. You wanted to see the cows and pigs instead, petting them and feeding them with the guidance of the farmer. It was one of the best dates of your life, Jaeyun had never seen you on such a high and he has still to replicate the elation on your face from the picture. Despite both of you getting covered in mud and earning a cold from the trip - that just meant cuddles in bed the next few days which then resulted in the first ‘I love you’ being shared - he is so glad you talked him into it.

His heart pounds at the memory, a fond smile growing on his face. There is no better joy to him than seeing you happy. And that brings him back to his original task.

Clicking on the browser, Jaeyun goes to your bookmarks first, scouring for anything that could seem on the darker side. However, it’s filled with movie links and furniture you’re considering buying when you redecorate the living room.

He then recalls something you said on the phone about BookTok and frantically searches for the app on the computer. Once he sees the familiar logo, he clicks on it quickly and heads straight for your favourites. Luckily for him, you are a folder freak and categorise everything, so it’s easy to scroll past the TO1 edits, cooking recipes, and things Jaeyun would like folders to find the coveted book rec folder.

He clicks on the first one and grabs his phone, ready to make a list of every kink that is hidden within the reviews. Two hours and fourteen minutes later, he finds his mind completely immersed in your fantasy world filled with CEOs, bikers, vampires, guns, knives, BDSM, corruption, cockwarming, and many, many, other things. Each paragraph and trigger warning becomes more outlandish than the last, and he realises he may have bitten off more than he can chew.

Jaeyun is thankful there isn’t anything that seems too brutal in there, but there are definitely some things he just point-blank refuses to take part in. Personally, he can’t imagine you are into some of the more extreme aspects either, but he understands that some elements come hand-in-hand with books like these. A few ideas are swirling in his head, however. There are things he doesn’t know if he can do, but for you, he will try his best.

As Jaeyun jots down notes, he starts with the milder kinks and gradually works his way up to the more intense ones: dominance and submission, rough play, role-playing, and bondage. These are things he feels he can explore with you, drawing inspiration from the confident and assertive male leads he's encountered in your favourite books. He imagines scenarios where he takes control, ties you up, and whispers dirty things in your ear—thankful to those characters for providing him with some content to work with. His pulse quickens at the thought, a mix of excitement and nervousness coursing through him.

Yet, there is one recurring theme that stands out among all your fantasies:

Knives. 

It’s something you verbally pointed out in the phone call and is flagged as a potential trigger in almost all of the books you've favourited. The mere thought of it makes Jaeyun’s cheeks flush and sends a chill down his body. The idea of causing you harm, even in a controlled and consensual manner, is unsettling to him.

But Jaeyun is committed to understanding and fulfilling your desires. He knows this is about pleasing you and embracing your fantasies to keep his role as your perfect partner. There must be safe ways to explore this particular kink, ways that satisfy your cravings without risking harm. 

So, with determination, Jaeyun rolls up his sleeves and cracks his neck from side to side, preparing himself for a deep dive into your kink. Tonight, he will make sure you never have to go back to those books again.

_____

Walking through the door, you see the lights entirely out, causing a bit of alarm to ring inside your chest. Jaeyun is always home by now on his days off, so it’s strange that the house is in darkness.

“Baby? Are you home?” you whisper-shout, just on the off chance that he has decided to take a nap and it’s run through to 8pm. He has been working hard the past few days, so exhaustion is granted, but it’s just not like him to at least wait up for you.

You take off your shoes and place your bag next to the door, waiting for a response that never comes. Arching a brow, you look around, seeing that the house is in peak condition, just the way you left it this morning. Jaeyun is notorious for leaving a pint glass on the table and a plate that held his lunch on the coffee table, yet, nothing.

Gingerly, you make your way up the stairs, the balls of your feet never hitting the surface as you tiptoe slowly. You can’t understand why your mind went straight to a man murdering your lover while you were away, yet, your brain has conjured up this picture in your mind. The thought makes your heart pound and your throat go dry; if there was one person you couldn’t live without, it was Jaeyun.

“Baby, please answer me?” you say a bit louder at the top of the stairs, hoping he’ll respond and dispel any worries that are currently stabbing in your heart.

There is a soft flicker coming from your bedroom, a golden hue seeping through the glass pane at the top. It doesn’t smell like a fire, and you don’t own a lamp like that, so your curiosity is piqued. Your favourite scent of vanilla and amberwood engulfs the hall, causing you to drift rather than charge to your bedroom. The familiar fragrance calms your nerves, making you feel like you’re being welcomed home in the most intimate way.

Reaching for the door, you timidly open it, your hand trembling slightly. As the door creaks open, the soft glow of candlelight bathes the room in a warm, intimate atmosphere. The bed is adorned with fresh, crisp linens, and there are petals of your favourite pink and yellow tulips scattered over the floor. You’ve never been one for roses, and Jaeyun knows this, opting to get you only the best. The sight of the room, meticulously prepared, tugs at your heartstrings, filling you with a blend of love and anticipation.

You step further into the room, careful not to disrupt the scene before you. The effort Jaeyun has put into this is clearly extensive, and you would hate to mess with it before he has the chance to show it off to you. That does beg the question, though: where is he?

Just as you mentally ponder his whereabouts, you feel a pair of hands grip your shoulders, massaging you slowly. The sensation is different, though; it’s not Jaeyun’s normal soft touch. His fingers feel chunkier and are clearly covered by something. A shiver runs down your spine as the mystery deepens.

“I thought you were never coming home, baby,” he whispers into your ear, his lips softly grazing your lobe as he speaks. The sensation of his proximity and the lower octave of his tone instantly travels down to your core. There’s an edge to his voice that you’ve never heard before, making your pulse quicken with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

You twist your head to look at him, but the darkness of the room prevents you from fully seeing his beautiful, strong features, however, that big nose and blonde hair are still prominent enough to make you weak. What you do notice in addition, though, are the thick, black leather gloves that hold you in place. The sight of them makes your heart race; they add an unexpected, thrilling element to the scene.

In confusion, you reach up to touch them, the feeling of them oddly cool despite the heat invading both the room and your body. “Jaeyun, it’s like 16 degrees outside, why are you—”

“Shh, I’m doing something special for you. Just relax, Princess.” The use of “Princess” sends a jolt through you. It’s a term of endearment reserved for special occasions: birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays. It must mean you are either forgetting a crucial moment in your relationship or he’s up to something. Boyfriends don’t do “something special” without a reason.

Turning your body to face him, you eye him with intense scepticism. “What did you do wrong?”

He laughs, but it’s not his usual heart-warming giggle. It’s mocking, as if you have the nerve to ask the question. “Me? I think it was you who did something wrong, baby"

Okay, now you really are confused. There is nothing you have done wrong, and you know it. Plus, if you did, Jaeyun would whine about it to you right after and make you give at least three kisses as an apology. Now that you look at him, you take in his appearance. His beautiful blonde hair styled to fall just slightly over his usual puppy eyes, the water ducts of his eyelids are painted with a subtle liner, and there is a red tint to his lips, only making them more enticing. The cute boyfriend you love so dearly is nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by a smug-looking man with eyes glaring into yours.

What you don’t know is that Jaeyun’s heart is pounding in his chest, and the fire in his eyes is determined to see this plan through. He needs everything to go well, and that means staying in character and giving you the fucking you deserve, the one you crave so bad.

“What did I do, Jaeyun?” you ask a bit breathlessly, a frown forming on your face at the prospect of hurting your man. The idea of disappointing him gnaws at your heart, yet the unfamiliar intensity in his eyes sends a thrill through you.

It almost cracks Jaeyun’s well-curated persona that he spent all afternoon figuring out, from the white shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up, the gloves on his hands, to the daring glint in his eye. He’s determined to give you everything your heart desires tonight. He softens his gaze, just a touch, and his hand gently runs over your cheek, the once thoughtful and endearing gesture now turned slightly sinister with the leather of the glove, the cracks bumping over your blushed skin.

“You did something bad, Princess, something I’m going to have to punish you for,” he replies to your question, never actually answering it but rather giving you more queries. His voice is firm, leaving no room for argument, and it makes your heart pound in your chest. You’re torn between trepidation and arousal, the lines between them blurring as you stand before him.

He takes his eyes off of you, giving up the harsh stare, and focuses on your work shirt. “Take it off,” he instructs demandingly, his eyebrows arching expectantly. His tone leaves no room for hesitation, and your hands move almost automatically.

Almost under a spell, you nod, fumbling with the top button. Your mind is racing with trepidation and nervousness as you try to process this new side of your boyfriend. You aren’t complaining; he looks fucking hot, and the way he’s directing you is making your legs shake in the best possible way. The atmosphere in the room is charged with raw, electric energy, every second stretching out with heightened anticipation.

He watches the first few buttons pop open, but you’re going far too slow for him, causing him to take action. He grabs the flimsy collar of your pink shirt, ripping it open with tenacity. Buttons fly across the room and clatter against the surfaces of the floor and the chest of drawers, your shocked gasp echoing the sound.

A smirk marks his face as he sees the pretty white bra holding your perfect tits up. He loves your body more than anything, and honestly, he isn’t thrilled about marking it up tonight. However, the more he thinks about it, something is enticing about the marks being made by him. His desire to please you is interwoven with a burgeoning sense of ownership and dominance, the sight of you laid bare before him stirring something deep within, the persona of being dominant now enveloping his whole demeanour.

“Are you wearing the matching panties?” he asks carefully, knowing full well you never leave the house in an odd set, scared of the bad luck it could bring. 

Nodding, you already know what he is asking and unzip your black, matt skirt, letting it fall to the floor as you stand in nothing but the lingerie set you bought spontaneously, and by fuck are you glad you wore it today. It was not intentional, your expectations of coming home were not to this but rather a quiet night in the way you usually do, but something compelled you to the sexier underwear today. Perhaps in the back of your mind, you knew something special was going to happen. 

Jaeyun takes you in, staring blatantly at your body and thinks of all the ways he is ready to take you tonight. He wants this to be the best fuck you’ve ever had and you are making it so easy for him to do so.

“Fuck, you are so beautiful, Princess,” he compliments, looking at you with hungry eyes. The gesture should make you feel insecure but it only fuels your need to have him closer. Blushing you look down, which he quickly rectifies, grasping at your jaw tight enough for you to feel commanded but not hurt, and brings his face closer to yours. “Get on the bed, on your knees and wait until I tell you to move.”

If your pussy could cry, it would. Your typical love-making boyfriend is now showing his more dominant side, and it’s driving you wild. You move to the bed, your legs feeling like jelly, and position yourself on your knees as instructed. The air is thick with anticipation, your body aching for his touch.

Jaeyun watches you, his eyes dark with desire. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him: you, waiting obediently, dressed in nothing but that perfect lingerie set. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of love and primal need fueling his actions. He wants to make you feel things you’ve never felt before, to push the boundaries of pleasure and trust between you.

Walking towards you, he climbs onto the bed, positioning himself behind you. His gloved hands run down your back, the cool leather a stark contrast to your heated skin. “You look so fucking perfect like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion and desire. The sensation of his gloved hands on your bare skin sends waves of pleasure through you, making you arch your back slightly, seeking more of him.

He reaches around to cup your breasts, squeezing them gently through the lace of your bra. The pressure is just right, enough to make you gasp and press back against him. “Do you like that, Princess?” he asks, his lips brushing against your ear.

“Yes,” you breathe out, the word escaping you in a rush of need.

“Good,” he replies, his hands moving to unclasp your bra. “I want to hear you tonight. I want to know exactly how much you’re enjoying this. And if I need to stop, say the word and I will.”

Before you can fully comprehend his words, Jaeyun reaches to the side of the bed, retrieving something. The air is thick with anticipation, the suspense almost tangible. The idea that your typically gentle boyfriend has transformed into someone so dominant is exhilarating. Your heart races as you wait for his next move, the atmosphere charged with excitement.

Suddenly, your hands are bound together with a silky pink ribbon. The fabric is soft against your skin, a stark contrast to the intense emotions bubbling inside you. A shiver of need runs down your spine, your breath hitching as Jaeyun tightens the ribbon around your wrists. This gentle restraint heightens your vulnerability, making you feel even more exposed and ready for whatever Jaeyun has planned.

He ties the ribbon into a delicate bow, his fingers moving with confident precision. The care he takes with each loop and knot sends a wave of warmth through you, reminding you of the love and trust that form the foundation of this intense experience, one you didn’t ask him for yet somehow he knew you wanted The bow rests softly against your skin, a symbol of the control you've willingly surrendered to him.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice filled with admiration and desire. Leaning in, his lips brush against your ear as he whispers, "You’re perfect like this, Princess."

His words send a rush of heat through you, particularly to your core, your body responding to the deep, commanding tone. Every touch, every whisper, ignites a fire within you, your anticipation almost unbearable. The sensation of being bound and at his mercy only heightens your arousal. This is what you have been craving and he is feeding you full.

Jaeyun's gloved hands move slowly over your body, exploring every inch of your exposed skin. The cool leather contrasts with your warmth, sending shivers of pleasure through you. He traces the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts, and the dip of your waist, his touch both gentle and firm. Each caress leaves a trail of tingling sensation, your body hypersensitive to his every movement.

Kneeling behind you, his chest pressed against your back, he whispers, "You trust me, don’t you?"

"Always" you breathe out, your voice a mix of need and certainty. You trust him completely, ready to let him guide you through this new and exhilarating experience. Although you have always dreamed of this, you still don’t really know what to expect but if Jaeyun is on the other side of it, you feel more than safe.

His hands sliding down your arms to rest on your bound wrists. He holds them gently, the ribbon a reminder of your submission. "I’m going to make you feel so good, Princess."

His words are filled with love and adoration despite the commanding edge in his tone and grip. While he is playing the role of a dominant, the tenderness and affection he has for you remain palpable. He is still your loving boyfriend, and he will ensure you feel cherished and safe throughout this experience.

With a careful, guiding touch, he lays you down on your back, your bound hands resting against your stomach. He moves your legs so you're completely flat and comfortable against the mattress. The vulnerability of your position heightens your awareness of every sensation, yet you surrender yourself to him with ease, trusting him completely.

Jaeyun's smile is a mixture of pride and desire as he observes your obedience. He climbs over you, reaching for one of the candles on the bedside table. The soft glow of the flame illuminates his face, casting shadows that dance across his features, making him look even more enticing.

Sitting himself firmly over your core, he holds the candle above you, the wax slowly beginning to melt. The anticipation sends shivers through your body, the heat from the candle contrasting with the coolness of the room. This was something you always wished to try, granted, it was on him rather than you but you welcomed the experience nonetheless.

"Are you ready, Princess?" he asks, his voice a husky whisper filled with promise.

You nod, your breath hitching in your throat. "Yes," you manage to whisper, your voice trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement.

His eyes lock onto yours, ensuring you are fully present in this moment. "Tell me if it’s too much," he instructs, his tone softening for a moment. He wants to be rough with you but also let you know that you are in control to stop and go as you please.

"I will," you promise, trusting him implicitly.

With that, he tilts the candle, allowing a drop of hot wax to fall onto your bare skin, just above your breast. The sensation is sharp and intense, a sudden burst of heat that quickly cools, leaving a tingling trail of pleasure in its wake. You gasp, your body arching slightly at the unexpected sensation. Instinctively, your arms move to reach for him, but bound by the ribbon, all you can do is stretch them above your head, your fists clenching. There is nothing you can do because if you interfere, he will simply stop, and that is the last thing you want.

So, you bear the mingling pain and pleasure, wiggling under him with lust as your arousal soaks the freshly made bed. Each drop of wax is accompanied by the heat of the flame, adding to the wonder you are feeling. The mixture of sensations – the heat of the wax, the coolness of the air, the firmness of the mattress beneath you, and the weight of Jaeyun’s body – creates a symphony of pleasure that envelops you completely. Your breaths come in short, shallow gasps, your mind consumed by the intense, intoxicating experience.

Your legs kick involuntarily as he moves the candle lower, dripping the hot wax into your navel. The feeling is overwhelming over the sensitive area, making your whole body yelp and your hips buck up into him. Each new drop intensifies your arousal, your body responding eagerly to the mix of pleasure and slight pain.

Jaeyun's eyes darken with satisfaction at your reactions, his dominant persona growing stronger. The wax paints your body like paint on a fresh canvas, telling a story of your shared passion and want. The sight is so beautiful he can’t believe he created such a masterpiece. 

Satisfied with his work, he sets the candle aside and runs his gloved hands over your body, tracing the cooling trails of wax with a gentle touch. The contrasting sensations of the smooth leather against your heated skin make you shiver, your body hypersensitive to his every touch.

"You're doing so well, Princess," he praises, his voice a low, soothing rumble that sends waves of pleasure through you. 

His hands move lower, parting your thighs as he positions himself between them, his body sleeking to lie half on and half off the bed. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your body aching for his touch, for his tongue. He leans down, his breath hot against your core, and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. 

Nothing makes you happier than when Jaeyun is between your legs and that skilful tongue of his is making you cum over and over again. With your hands tied to grant you just enough freedom, you reach down into his hair and grasp it, guiding him closer to where you need it most.

“Jaeyun, please, I need you so bad,” you whimper, the tone of your voice desperate and needy much to his satisfaction. 

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "God, I love it when you beg," he murmurs, his lips curling into a knowing grin. If there is one thing he always makes you do in the bedroom, it’s begging, and fuck does he eat it up every single time.

Without an ounce of hesitation, his mouth descends upon you, his tongue circling your clit with fervour, his lips creating a comforting cocoon around his actions. The grip on his blonde hair is harsher than before, your fingers threading through with ease as you push him further into your heat, his nose subsequently grazing just above where he is focusing. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, each flick of his tongue sending pulses of pleasure through your body.

His still-gloved hands grip your thighs and push them apart, holding you wide open for him as he sucks and licks with velocity. His eagerness to please you is seeping through, the boyfriend that you know and love with a need to make sure you’re receiving the most intense experience of your life. The leather of his gloves against your skin adds an unexpected thrill, a reminder of the control he holds and the lengths he is willing to go to make you feel incredible.

Sucking on your bud, his eyes glance up at you with a mischievous glint, watching your every reaction. The connection between you deepens, a silent communication passing between you, the love he has for you evident in the sparkle you see flash before you. Your breath hitches, and your back arches off the bed as his tongue works its magic, each movement precise and deliberate; your body is his instrument, and he is playing it masterfully, drawing out notes of ecstasy that resonate in your very core. 

Your moans grow louder, more desperate, filling the room with the sounds of your pleasure. Jaeyun's grip on your thighs tightens, his determination evident in the way he devours you. He knows exactly how to push you to the edge, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to bring you to the brink of orgasm.

"Please, Jaeyun," you gasp, your voice barely a whisper, laced with need.

His response is a deep, satisfied hum against your clit, the vibrations adding another layer to your mounting pleasure. The combination of his skilled mouth and the teasing flicks of his tongue drive you wild, your body trembling with the intensity of your arousal. 

Just when you think you can't take it anymore, he increases his pace, his tongue moving faster, his suction stronger. The world fades away, leaving only the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on you, the heat pooling in your belly, ready to explode.

With a final, powerful suck, he sends you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing with pleasure, your moans turning into cries of rapture. He doesn't stop, prolonging your climax, drawing out every last bit of pleasure until you're left breathless and spent.

Jaeyun laps up all of your juices like a dog craving water in the summer sun,  his eyes closed to enhance his senses as he cleans you up. He loves nothing more than eating you out, seeing it as an honour rather than a chore. The taste and smell of you drive him wild. He continues to slurp your essence, even though you’re squirming each time the tip of his tongue drags along your clit.

“Jaeyun, it’s too much,” you gasp as he nibbles around your sensitive area, each touch sending shivers through your body.

Removing his face from your cunt, he licks the wetness from his lips with a sadistic smirk, his eyes predatory and ready to ravage you at any moment. The intense gaze makes you shudder with longing, the need for his cock so obvious that you’re moving down with your legs, your pussy chasing his still-clothed erection.

But Jaeyun has other plans, much more sinister plans.

“Don’t be so needy, Princess,” he growls, slapping your pussy once and snapping his fingers. “Move up.” The command in his voice leaves you no room for error or hesitation. You move up, the restraint on your wrists making it a little more difficult than anticipated.

As you lay your head on the soft pillow that carries his scent, Jaeyun smiles in satisfaction, reaching under the bed to find something. If it’s anything like the silk ribbon that is still bounding your wrists, you’re excitedly awaiting the reveal. The prolepsis is almost too much to bear, your heart pounding in your chest as you watch him find exactly what he is looking for.

When his hand re-emerges, it holds a knife: the handle thick and enticing, the blade sharp and dangerous . Your eyes widen in a mix of fear and excitement, your breath catching in your throat. This is all you’ve ever wanted, a fantasy you’ve kept hidden, and now it’s coming to life. How did he know?

The sight of the silver glinting in the candlelight sends a thrill through you, your body trembling with a potent blend of arousal and trepidation. If there was one thing you never expected Jaeyun to do, it was this. Often, he would apologise during sex if he pressed into you too hard, so you can’t understand what the sudden change is about.

Tying you up, slapping your pussy, all of that you could understand, none causing enough damage to scar you, yet the knife he wields is an instrument meant to deface you in some way, to hurt you which is exactly the opposite of anything Jaeyun has ever wished to do upon you.

Rolling the knife between his covered fingers as though it is a drumstick, he looks at you menacingly. “Does this shit turn you on? A knife?” he scoffs at the question he doesn’t expect an answer for. “It can do so much damage yet you finger yourself over the thought of it, don’t you?”

All the novels you’ve read suddenly come rushing back but you swore you never spoke to him about this before. Knives aren’t exactly a common bedroom item so for him to know this tiny detail about your fantasy is so…

…The phone call. He did hear it.  

Your heartbeat quickens with a mixture of love and anxiety. Jaeyun is doing all of this for you because of what you said, going to extraordinary lengths to fulfil your desires. Most wouldn’t care to cater to your wants, yet here he is, stepping out of his comfort zone just to please you. The realisation floods through you, bringing a wave of gratitude and affection.

Jaeyun notices the shift in your expression immediately, smiling knowingly. “Oh, yeah, I know all about your twisted fantasies,” he smirks, pointing the knife to himself. At first, panic grips you, fearing what he might do, but to your relief, he catches the blade on his shirt and drags it down with force, ripping the material effortlessly, and leaving his torso exposed. “And I’m going to make sure every single one of them comes true.”

Taking in the sight of his abs, you whimper, longing to touch them, yet you resist, keeping your hands firmly above your head in obedience. Jaeyun’s body causes butterflies to erupt in your tummy, the movement stirring your arousal even more.

He brings the knife to your chest, pressing ever so lightly. He spent considerable time practising the pressure of the blade on various objects, ensuring he wouldn’t hurt you in any way. His meticulous preparation is evident as he caters to your needs without going too far.

Your lungs tighten as you feel the cold steel between your breasts, the sharp tip piercing just enough to feel it but not cutting you. The sensation is electrifying, a blend of fear and excitement that heightens every nerve in your body. Your breaths come in shallow gasps, your chest rising and falling rapidly under his touch.

“Just breathe, Princess,” Jaeyun murmurs soothingly, his voice a gentle counterpoint to the sharpness of the knife. His eyes never leave yours, maintaining a connection that grounds you even in the intensity of the moment. The trust between you is palpable, a silent understanding that he will never truly harm you.

He moves the blade with precision, tracing patterns over your skin, each touch sending shivers down your spine. The cool metal contrasts with the heat of your body, creating a tantalising mix of sensations that leaves you breathless. Your nipples harden, the chill of the knife adding to your arousal.

Jaeyun’s eyes darken with desire as he watches your reactions, his own arousal evident in the bulge pressing against his trousers. The power he wields, the control he has over your pleasure, fuels his own need despite his own worries, making him more determined to give you everything you desire.

The knife slides down to your stomach, pressing lightly against your navel. The sensation is both thrilling and terrifying, your body trembling under his ministrations. You can feel every inch of the blade’s journey, the delicate pressure a reminder of his control and your submission. The cold steel creates a stark contrast to the heat radiating from your body, each touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Is this what you wanted, Princess?” he asks, his voice a seductive whisper. The intensity in his eyes makes your core tighten, your need for him overwhelming. The power dynamic between you amplifies your arousal, each moment of vulnerability intensifying the bond you share.

“Fuck, yes,” you breathe out, swallowing air as your mouth dries up in complete lust for the man. The anticipation and desire build within you, each second stretched taut with expectation.

Jaeyun pouts mockingly, the corners of his lips curling into a teasing smile. The blade digs a tiny bit deeper, just enough to nick your skin but not draw blood. The sharp sting elicits a gasp from your lips, a mix of pain and pleasure that sends waves of heat through your body. The sensation is electrifying, your senses heightened by the thrill of the knife's edge and the knowledge of Jaeyun’s precise control.

His eyes never leave yours, the connection between you unbreakable. The trust and love you share make this moment possible, allowing you to surrender completely to his whims. His free hand moves to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lips tenderly, a stark contrast to the harshness of the blade against your skin. The leather of his glove traces your lip and you suck on it gently, sparking a twitch in his cock.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect.”

His words, filled with adoration and possessiveness, send another wave of arousal through you. Every touch, every word, is a testament to his dedication to you, his willingness to explore your deepest fantasies.

His lips lean into yours, the edge of the blade now scarily close to your tender area. You quiver, scared yet enthralled at the idea that one move could change the pace of this night. His plump lips peck yours, leaving you longing for more, but he is already pulling away, sitting back up and looking thoughtfully at the knife in his hand.

“It’s strange that you crave this. I’m still trying to understand what it is about it that you love so much,” he questions, the shine of the steel hitting the candlelight once more. “Is it really better than my cock?”

You shake your head frantically, never wishing to set doubts into his head about his ability to please you. That cock has done more for you in the two years you have been together than anyone has ever done in your life. The planets that rocket has taken you to is more than you could ever wish for, no kink could ever top it.

Swiftly, he flicks the knife in his hand, the blade digging into his glove. To be fair, the whole reason he put on the gloves was exactly for this reason. Initially, he was going to spread you open and fuck you with it handle first just like in the books he skimmed on TikTok, but as he kneels between your thighs, power in his hands, he realises this is his opportunity to show you just how little you need this to satisfy you.

Licking his lips, he drags the handle down your slit, causing you to mewl out in want. At this point, you’ll take anything, all the teasing from him and greed to be fulfilled inside your body is too much to ignore. You need to be stuffed by something and you need it now.

The curve of the haft sits teasingly at your entrance, begging to be inside you, or rather, you’re begging it to be inside you. Your hips lift instinctively, seeking the pressure and the pleasure that promises to follow. Your breaths come in short, desperate gasps, your eyes locked onto his, silently pleading for release.

Jaeyun’s eyes burn with an intensity that matches your own. “You want this, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and rough. The way he looks at you, with a mixture of dominance and affection, sends shivers down your spine.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “Please, Jaeyun, I need it.”

His smirk widens at your admission. “Too bad, Princess,” he suddenly chucks the knife away, the metal clattering against the floor as it slides out of reach. Your eyes widen in shock and confusion, a whimper escaping your lips at the unexpected turn of events.

“But-” you begin, your voice cracking with desperation. Jaeyun silences you with a finger pressed to your lips, his expression softening just a fraction as he leans in close.

“Trust me,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “I know what you need more than you do.”

With that, he shifts his position, his body pressing you down into the mattress with a delicious weight. He whips off his gloves and his bare hands roam your body, fingers tracing over your sensitive skin, sending sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. The sensation of his skin against your flesh is intoxicating and desperately what you need, heightening your awareness of every movement.

Jaeyun’s mouth moves down, his lips enveloping your breast, taking a nipple between his teeth and tugging lightly. You gasp, the sharp pleasure shooting straight to your core, your hips lifting instinctively to seek more contact.

“Jaeyun,” you moan, your voice a desperate plea. In response, he lavishes attention on your other breast, his tongue flicking over the hardened peak, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you.

“I love it when you say my name like that,” he growls against your skin, his hands moving to grip your hips with a possessive intensity, just harsh enough to bruise you tomorrow. “Give me your wrists.”

Obliging, you offer your tied hands, presenting them as though they are a gift from you to him. The look in his eyes is fierce and tender all at once. He takes one of the ends of the bow, biting it gently before pulling, undoing his knot from earlier. The scene before you is so sensual that a tear rolls down your cheek, falling onto the bed beneath you.

The ribbon falls between you, resting on your body adorned with drops of wax. Jaeyun leaves it there, loving the way it decorates your skin. His eyes trace the path of the ribbon, admiring the contrast against your flesh.

He leans down, kissing the tear-streaked path on your cheek. “You’re beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a mix of awe and adoration. “And you’re mine.”

His words send a shiver through you, the possessiveness in his tone amplifying your desire. His hands slide down your sides, fingers tracing the curves of your body with reverence. Every touch and every movement is deliberate, designed to heighten your pleasure.

Jaeyun’s lips follow the path of his hands, trailing kisses down your stomach, pausing to nuzzle the delicate skin just above your navel. His breath is warm against your skin, the sensation sending sparks of anticipation through you.

“Tell me what you want, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice a seductive growl. “I want to hear you say it.”

“I want you,” you breathe out, your voice trembling with need. “I need you inside me, Jaeyun.”

He smiles, already on his way to unbutton his slacks and take them off, trying his best to do it gracefully while still kneeling on the bed. Once his cock is free, his right hand grasps it firmly, stroking it with laziness. 

The tip of his cock looks so delectable, the red, angry tip is begging to be satisfied, meaning he is enjoying this just as much as you are. Holding you steady, he positions himself between your thighs. The anticipation is almost unbearable, your body aching for his touch, for the feeling of him filling you completely.

“Please,” you beg, your voice breathless with need. “I need you, Jaeyun.”

“More than a knife?”

“Fuck the knife, I only want you, baby. Forever,” you whimper out, your pussy instinctively bucking up to find his cock, like two magnets destined for one another, just like your hearts. Never in your dreams did you think you could find a man like him, someone so easily willing to love you and everything you are, even the desires you hold deep in your heart.

His eyes gleam the same way they do when you tell him you love him or leave him to go to work. It’s adoration and acceptance that runs constantly throughout his blood and bones. The connection between you is palpable, a silent agreement that no matter where your fantasies take you, the love and trust you share will always bring you back to each other.

With a slow, deliberate movement, Jaeyun eases into you, the feeling of him stretching and filling you is pure bliss. You both let out a collective sigh, the initial penetration electrifying every nerve in your body. The sensation of him inside you, coupled with the weight of his body pressing you into the mattress, is overwhelming in the best possible way.

“God, you feel so good,” he groans, his voice thick with gratification. He pauses for a moment, allowing you both to savour the connection before he begins to move.

His thrusts start slow, each one measured and deep, designed to draw out the pleasure and build the anticipation. Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as you arch your back, meeting each of his movements with equal fervour.

The room fills with the symphony of your passion, the rhythmic slap of skin against skin, the creak of the bed, and your shared moans of ecstasy. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through you, your senses heightened, your body responding to his every touch.

“Jaeyun,” you gasp, your voice a breathless plea. “Harder.”

His eyes flash with a primal intensity, and he complies, increasing the force and speed of his thrusts. The bed shakes beneath you, the headboard tapping rhythmically against the wall as he drives into you with a fierce, unrelenting pace.

You grip the sheets tightly as the tip of his cock bruises your cervix, his hips moving with pure desire. This is the hardest he’s fucked you in his life, the grip on your waist and the powerful thrusts enough to leave marks. His lips devour yours in a passionate kiss, adding to the perfect blend of love and rawness you’ve been craving.

Tears well up in your eyes as he takes you to greater heights than anyone has before. You've never needed elaborate kinks to feel satisfied; you just needed Jaeyun. Yet, as he dominates you now, you realise how intoxicating his control can be. Maybe he could adopt this dominant persona more often because he is undeniably skilled at it.

Every movement, every touch, and every word from him ignites a fire within you, building towards an explosive climax. The room echoes with your shared moans, the bed creaking in protest as he thrusts into you relentlessly. Each sensation, from the sting of his bites to the deep ache of his penetration, pushes you closer to the edge of euphoria.

As your bodies meld together in passion and rhythm, you feel a deep connection that transcends mere physicality. It’s a dance of trust and desire, a symphony of pleasure orchestrated by the man who knows you intimately. In this moment, wrapped in his arms and lost in the ecstasy of his love, you realise that Jaeyun is not just fulfilling your fantasies - he’s surpassing them, guiding you to realms of bliss you never dared to imagine.

“I’m close, Princess,” he mutters, his head burying deep into your neck as his hips falter slightly.

You nod eagerly, your nails digging into his back to convey your urgency, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. His cock feels so snug inside you that when you tighten involuntarily at his words, he’s drawn deeper into your depths, unable to resist your passionate grip as you cascade violently into orgasm.

“Fuck, Jaeyun!” you scream, your mouth agape and eyes squeezed shut, surrendering to the overwhelming wave of pleasure that engulfs every one of your senses. The intensity of your release leaves you trembling, your body quaking with the aftershocks of ecstasy as he continues to drive into you, prolonging your shared ecstasy.

In the midst of your euphoria, you feel Jaeyun’s own climax building, his movements becoming more urgent and erratic. His moans mingle with yours in a symphony of shared pleasure, the culmination of desire and connection that binds you together in this intimate moment.

As he finds release within you, his body stiffens with the force of his orgasm, his breaths ragged against your skin. He drawls out a long and desperate ‘fuck’ as he released his seed inside of you, painting your walls a pretty shade of white, the warmth of his cum somehow a soothing balm over to your shaking rapture.

Both of your hearts are racing as you come down, each of you just lost in sloppy kisses and hands roaming over one another. This was easily the most intense orgasm you have ever had thanks to the build-up that Jaeyun has provided and he feels the exact same way.

In the quiet aftermath, as you lie entwined and breathless, you revel in the depth of your connection with Jaeyun. Each gasp and whispered declaration of love reaffirms the bond you share, a bond forged through trust, intimacy, and the unrivalled pleasure of loving each other completely.

You look at him, his eyes still dazed but present. “I’m sorry you heard that phone call. I promise, I love you so much and you are enough for me, I don’t need anything more than I just need you.” You hope the words come across as sincere and heartfelt because you mean every syllable of it.

aeyun’s expression softens as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring. “I know, Princess,” he murmurs, his voice tender. “I love you too, more than anything. Nothing can shake what we have. I just wanted to make sure you knew that I can do more if you just ask.”

His words sink deep into your heart, reminding you of his unwavering commitment and willingness to fulfil your desires. You feel a pang of regret for not confiding in him sooner, for letting fear hold you back from sharing your deepest fantasies with the man who loves you unconditionally.

“That’s the thing,” you say softly, your fingers lightly tracing the contours of his face. “I was afraid. Afraid that if I told you, it might change things between us. I love you so much, Jaeyun, and the thought of losing you scared me more than anything.”

Jaeyun’s gaze holds yours with such tenderness that it melts away your remaining doubts. “You’ll never lose me, Princess,” he reassures, his thumb brushing over your lips. “I want us to explore everything together, to share in each other’s desires and pleasures. Your happiness means everything to me.”

His sincerity washes over you like a soothing wave, filling you with a sense of relief and newfound courage. You realise now that true intimacy lies not only in physical connection but also in emotional honesty and vulnerability.

“I promise to communicate better,” you vow, meeting his gaze with determination. “To trust in us, in our love, and to share everything with you, no matter how wild or unconventional.”

He laughs heartily, his pretty teeth coming into display as he shakes his head. “I’ll do whatever you want, baby. Just say the kink and I’m there.”

You nod and press your lips against his, your body instinctively laying upon his, your thighs now straddling his side as your tongue explores his mouth with fervour. You hope everyone in the world gets to experience the love and trust that you and Jaeyun have,

Drawing back, he looks at you a little seriously, causing you to sit up straight. “We do need to talk about your computer password being Lee Jaeyun’s birthday and not mine,” he says half jokingly, half serious

Narrowing your eyes, you look deep into his. “Now, how do you know what my computer pin is?”

Instead of giving you an answer, he pulls you in closer, enveloping your lips with his as he swirls his tongue gently with his, hoping to distract you from the question It should only take a few more orgasms to make sure you never remember the question, saving him the scolding he would get for checking your password.

Maybe he’ll gag you this time, just in case.

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Seas & Storms

god!yang jungwon x reader [afab]

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genre: angst & smut

concept: your life has turned out exactly as you always wanted. a life by the sea, a husband who loves you, what could possibly go wrong? more than you ever imagined. when the god you have so devoutly worshiped for so long turns away from you, what else is left?

w/c: 8.8k

warning: god au, religious themes, religious imagery, water / open water, feelings of abandonment, crying, begging, implied discussion of death, light & lightning imagery; sexually explicit content, god fucking, body worship, vaginal sex, partially clothed sex, *unprotected sex, coming inside

For so long, Jungwon has spent his life in his ivory tower, watching from afar but hardly ever getting involved in the ways of mortals. While he’s intervened in ways that matter, in comparison to Sunghoon’s general hand-off approach except when solely necessary, he’s far from being the type to insert himself into the lives of mortals. He’s watched as his brothers play around, though never have their actions been dangerous. He knows of Jaeyun’s indiscretions and Jongseong’s tendency to teach men lessons they would never otherwise learn, but he does not stop them. Their lives are theirs to live after all and he has watched for many eons as they live them. It’s not his job to stop them, just the same way he knows that he will never be able to control his eldest brother. He’s come to terms with that. 

Still, the silence of his eldest brother is deafening as he watches things spiral quickly out of control. He holds his tongue, the whispers between his brothers are obvious and true. He knows when they are lying and these are not lies. Whatever these mortals possess, it is more than simple indiscretions that bring his brothers to their doorsteps. His only hope is that when it comes, Heeseung won’t destroy everything in his path to get what he is owed. 

Just the same, Jungwon hopes that he himself doesn’t fall victim to whatever possesses his brothers, whatever these mortals have within them that they desire so desperately. Surely if Jungwon were to take a bride, nothing would stop Heeseung. 

Despite the cold of the air and the spray of the sea, you’ve never felt more free. You take in a deep breath of the salty sea air, leaning out over the railing of the cliff. The open water stretches out for leagues in front of you, a smile upon your face. You can’t help it, you’ve never been so happy, your fingers tight around the railing, sinking into the feeling. A pair of arms wraps around you from behind, causing you to grin, leaning back into the broad chest against your back. 

“I’ve never seen you smile like this,” your husband whispers in your ear and you turn in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist, your head on his chest. He presses a kiss to the crowd of your head, making you giggle. 

“I know you have,” you reply. You lean back to meet his gaze as he looks down at you. “I know because I looked like this on our wedding day.” 

“You look at the sea as you look at me?” He asks and you shrug. He laughs, pulling you in again, his hand petting your hair gently. “I suppose I’ll just have to deal with that. Your true love has always been the ocean.” 

“I married you, didn’t I?” You retort, making him laugh. 

Of all the things in your life, you’ve always been in love with the water. Even when you were young, your parents would tell you that your adoration with the sea was far more than that of any other person. Your favorite days are gray ones, when the storms roll in and cause the ocean to splash against the cliffs that surround the edge of your town, sending sprays of ocean water far up into the air. Your parents would scold you for spending so much time out in the cold and wet, especially when you would inevitably end up ill, but you insisted it was always worth it. 

Your parents were unsurprised when you fell in love with a lighthouse keeper. You could never spend your entire life on a boat or waiting for him to come back, but to spend your whole life on the edge of the world, watching the ocean day in and day out, only he could understand you. They were hesitant to agree to your courtship, but he adored you, as you adored him. It was love at first sight, ending in long dates along the edge of the water, afternoons cliffside with the sea breeze in your hair, watching the midnight black waters coming in and out against the rocky shoreline. It didn’t take long until you were in a white dress at the top of the cliffs, saying I do. 

Now, it’s just the two of you at this lighthouse. Though the town you grew up in isn’t far, you feel happier than you ever have, just you and the love of your life. Your family is in the back of your mind as you fantasize about the life you’re going to have, the family you’ll raise with him, the future you’re going to sow. Your skirts billow around your legs in the cold air, your head against your husband’s chest as you think about what’s going to come next for the two of you. 

You’re left to think it over when your husband leaves your side, telling you he was going to head to town. It was why he came out to see you, kissing you gently. He reminds you to be careful, which you laugh at him for. Your whole life you’ve been at these cliffs, you know to be careful. He leaves you, hesitating to let go of your hand. You giggle when drags it out, eventually letting go so that he can head into town, as promised. 

You linger at the edge of the lighthouse for a while longer, eyes scanning over the horizon, when you see it out of the corner of your eye. On a thin outcropping there lies a stone temple, the altar standing alone atop the cliffs. You gather your skirts in your hands, walking away from the railing to make your way over to it. 

This altar hardly ever gets touched these days, standing precariously at the edge of the cliff, a strong storm nearly enough to send the tip of it tumbling down into the ocean. You don’t think much of it though, walking further up the cliff, approaching the small, stone shelter, a place you know well. 

Once you step inside, the wind dies out around you and you admire the room for what it is. Much of the temple and the altar has begun to erode, even the visage of the God inside starting to wear. You lean forward to wipe it clean, smiling softly at the face that greets you. 

“Hello again, Your Divinity,” you tell him. You reach into your pocket, thankful to find a handful of coins still in your skirts. You drop them all into the empty altar, knowing it’s been far too long since someone has bothered to trek this far to this particular temple. There are a great many altars that dot the shoreline for him, many much safer and closer. You touch the cheek of the handsome God affectionately, familiar with him as much as you would be an old friend. “I feel as though we have not spoken in a while,” you tell him. “I apologize.” Respectfully, you gather your skirts higher and drop to your knees in prayer. 

Your familiarity with the King of the Gods is unlike anything else. Many people have told you that you must carry his spirit within you to be so taken with seas and storms. You have always laughed it off, as you are nothing less than mortal, never a thought ever crossing your mind that you could be anything else. There are those that think themselves as such, prophets or oracles, bridges between the gods and man, but you could never. You’ve always been simple. Still, you cherish him. 

Jungwon has always been with you when there has been no one else. You always stuck out amongst the other children your age, head in the clouds, daydreaming about getting away from town. Your mind was consumed with the idea of the next time you would be by the sea, watching the clouds roll in. You could never be taken away from the sight of an incoming storm, odd and off putting to many others. When there was no one else, you would find yourself praying to Jungwon, asking his guidance. He became your confidant, the only person you could turn to. You always knew that even your parents thought you a little off, your siblings unable to understand your obsessions. He’s always been your closest friend. 

Until your husband, of course. 

When you rise from your prayer, you hesitate to leave, touching the cheek of the bust once more. You smile to yourself, thinking back on how you would insist that there would never be another for you than the God himself. You were just a child then, barely old enough to understand what you were talking about, but he was the most perfect thing to you. You sigh at your childhood obsession and let your hand drop away, turning away to head back down the cliff. 

To say your life is quaint now would be far from a lie, long days spent tending to your home and reading your favorite books. Evenings walking along the ocean, letting the cool air tousle your hair, hand in hand with your beloved. At night, your house is illuminated by the light of the lighthouse. Sometimes you find yourself standing at the window, looking out into the crashing waves, watching for ships. 

Rare are there ships that don’t know there are cliffs here, still sometimes there are dark shapes along the water, quickly changing course once seeing the bright, swinging light of the lighthouse. You watch as they move, arms wrapped around yourself, breathing in the cool night and being lulled by the sound of the waves upon the rocks. 

It’s winter though, so the waves are choppy and rough, often leaving you alone at nights, your husband forced to work through the nights to make sure the lighthouse is lit for any passing ships. You don’t mind, you sleep through the nights comfortably, waking to the appearance of your husband at the kitchen door. You greet him warmly with breakfast and see him to bed. During the days he sleeps while you tend to the house and run to town. It’s a blessed little life. 

Snow has, rather miraculously, fallen along the shoreline on a day when you go back out to the railing, dusting the long grass and rocky cliffs like powdered sugar. There is a storm incoming so you can’t be out long. The waves that crash against the shores are towering, known to sweep entire sections of crumbling cliffs out to sea. The place you stand is secure and settled, but that doesn’t mean you are. Still, you’re drawn to the edge of the cliffs, just until the storm truly comes in. 

Impossibly, there is lightning off in the distance. You lean forward onto the railing, trying to make it out through the fog, gray clouds and ocean spray. It darts through the air in blinding arcs of white light, another sign of the God you so cherish. Your gaze falls to the waters that lap angrily at the rocks beneath you, kicking up against the rock and stone, throwing great spouts of salty spray into the air. You sigh to yourself, your heart aching. 

Severe storms are said to be the manifestation of the King of the God’s frustrations, his anger pouring out of him uncontrollably, turning the water choppy and dangerous. It swirls like it’s boiling beneath you and you can’t help but wonder what’s upset him so. 

“Come inside, Y/N!” Your husband calls from the entryway of the lighthouse. You turn away from the incoming storm to see him standing at the door. “The weather’s poor. If you stay out there, you’ll be swept out to sea!” 

“I’ll be right there,” you call back. You turn back to the ocean for just another moment, your hair whipping around your face in the gusting wind. You sigh to yourself, hoping that it might calm soon. That the weather will be short and settle quickly. You turn to go, your hand leaving the railing to walk across the terrace, towards the lighthouse. 

“Y/N!” Your husband suddenly shouts, and you look up to see nothing but horror written across his face. You turn, opening your mouth to scream but it’s swallowed by the water that rises over the railing, crashing down on you. 

It sweeps you from the edge of the cliff, sending you spinning and spiraling through the wave that takes you, sweeping you over the railing. You look up as you’re thrown into midair, seeing your husband chasing after your floating form, standing at the railing, until you’re suddenly crashing down into the waters below. Gray and blue waters obscure your vision as you’re swallowed by the ocean, your eyes falling shut as it takes you. 

“You should be more careful.”

You sit up with a gasp. Your heart is racing, your chest heaving and you quickly try to figure out where you are, your head turning this way and that to take in your surroundings. The air is crisp and clean, the grass you’re lying in long and soft, a dazzling green. You look out at the ocean, a sparkling, calm blue past the edge of the cliffs you sit upon. Your fingers dig into the dirt beneath you and you look down to see yourself draped in colors of white and cerulean. Your dress drips over you and you lift a hand to touch, like silk against your skin. A soft breeze blows your hair, which is suddenly tucked behind your ear by a gentle hand. 

You turn to look, your heart jumping into your throat when you’re met by the gentle visage of the God you so desperately cherish. He smiles softly at you, dimples digging into his cheeks. He’s crouched beside you, his clothes like those of a king, white and gold and cerulean. Your eyes run over his body and he slowly rises to his feet. 

“C’mon, then,” he tells you, offering you a hand. “Best not laze around all day.” With a trembling hand, you take the one offered to you, rising to your feet. Your knees are weak though, unsteady, and you stumble into him, his other hand coming up to steady you at your waist. “Watch your step,” he advises, voice soft. When you meet his eyes he smiles at you again. 

“Where am I?” You ask. “Please don’t tell me⁠—” 

“You’ll not be going there for a long time yet,” he assures you, letting go of your waist once you’re steady. His hand also leaves yours and you find yourself missing his warmth. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll make sure of it.” He nods to the side and you turn, gathering your skirts in your hands to fall into step with him, barefoot while he wanders in boots, hands clasped behind his back. 

“Then where am I?” You ask and Jungwon sighs. 

“Right now, we’re inside of your mind,” he informs you and your breath catches. “You’ll have to forgive me, I didn’t have a better place to meet you.” He tips his head forward a bit as though embarrassed. “I wanted our meeting to be a little less personal but you see, I was out of line. I suppose even I cannot fully control myself sometimes,” he tells you, turning his head to look away from you, out towards the ocean. 

“Your… Divinity?” You ask, confused. 

“You weren’t supposed to get caught up in that wave,” he tells you and your eyes widen. “I wasn’t… ah, I was being reckless.” He looks at you and you’re startled by the sincerity in his eyes, clearly very apologetic. “Even Gods make mistakes sometimes, it seems. I hope you’ll forgive me.” 

“Nothing to forgive,” you rush to assure him but Jungwon simply shakes his head. 

“Kind of you to say such a thing,” he says, a wry smile on his lips, “but it was my mistake.” He stops and then steps in front of you. His eyes are so clear and beautiful, staring directly into yours. It sort of feels like staring into the sun, the golden glow of him when he looks at you, the warmth that emanates off of his skin. You have to restrain yourself from reaching out and touching, too curious for your own good. “I don’t mean to come off as cold,” he suddenly adds and you blink at him, “but you have to understand, you must not call upon me anymore.” 

Your heart feels as though it’s stopped in your chest. You’ve forgotten you’re in your own head so you’re surprised when the sky suddenly turns dark. Jungwon sighs softly, eyes falling to the ground as the once beautiful blue sky becomes covered in dark gray clouds, a dangerous wind picking up around you. It whips at your hair and skirts, blowing his hair around his face and ruffling his clothing. He steps closer to you but you step back and there is a crack of lightning in the distance. 

“What have I done?” You ask, voice trembling. “What did I do to cause this? Please, you have to tell me⁠—” 

“It doesn’t matter,” he insists, cutting you off. “My reasons are unimportant. The only important thing is that as long as you live, you have to call upon someone else to answer you. It cannot be me.” 

“But you- you’ve always been⁠—” 

“I cannot any longer,” he says, causing tears to well in your eyes. He avoids your gaze, looking out towards the ocean where it begins to stir and swirl with dangerous, crashing waves. They throw themselves against the wall of rocks, causing great sprays of water and seafoam. “I see I’m not the only one capable of great storms.” 

“Why did you save me if you only wanted to tell me never to pray to you again? Why bother?” You demand. You close the distance between the two of you, staring hard at the side of his face. He doesn’t meet your gaze though and you don’t see the way his eyes glow with lightning, the way his chest catches with his breath. You’re staring so intently at his profile that you can’t see the way he has to clench his fingers into fists to stop himself from touching you. 

“Because I had to,” he whispers. The wind wraps around the two of you, getting louder and faster, manifesting the whirling cyclone of your emotions, trying to figure him out. “Because your life was meant to be saved. You’re not meant to die yet.” 

“Send me to him if you must! Maybe he won’t treat me in such a way!” You shout and Jungwon’s eyes widen. He turns to you and you stagger back a step when you see the flickering lightning that consumes his irises, flashing like a storm.

“If you think me cruel, he can be more so,” Jungwon warns you. “Do not ask for what you don’t understand.”

“How can I go on without you?” You ask him. 

“You will find a way. Your husband is your God now.” 

Your breath catches and the world is struck with lightning, a searingly bright light filling your vision. You stumble backwards, throwing your hand over your face, trying to get away from it. The world goes dark around you immediately afterwards. 

When you wake again, it’s in your bed, at home. You blink your eyes open slowly. Someone shouts, there is running and yelling and cheering and crying around you. You don’t move, staring at the ceiling listlessly despite the sound of your husband and your parents and your siblings calling out to you. Tears drip down the sides of your face. 

You were found on a low lying beach, miraculously having washed up despite the waves that took you under. Everyone thought for sure you would be killed by crashing against the rocks. When you were found you were taken home and seen by a doctor that told your loved ones that you were blessed by the Gods, that Jungwon had mercy on you. You’re not so sure about that.

Things have been different ever since you woke up. While your family has been keeping a close eye on you, tending to you, waiting on you hand and foot to be sure you’re well enough, you haven’t even half the spark you previously did. Your books collect dust, your lovely dresses and skirts go unworn, you spend many hours in bed or sitting in your sitting room, staring out the window. Your parents and husband mutter amongst themselves, concerned with your sudden change in demeanor. It’s strange, of course, but they try not to mention it to you. After all, you almost died. Maybe you’re just dealing with whatever emotions might come along with that feeling. 

However, the one thing they thought might actually bring you joy, you avoid more than anything. Your husband insists that it’s normal, you wouldn’t want to see the sea, not with the way it nearly killed you, but your parents aren’t so sure. Even with such a terrifying ordeal as that, you’ve always been so charmed by the ocean, what lies beneath its depths. But when brought up, you turn away from them. 

“I don’t want to,” you tell them, bundling yourself in your blankets. “I’d rather just stay in.” 

It fills you with a sense of immense sadness. Even when it rains, something even your husband thought might cheer you up, you don’t move from your bed. You watch the water fall and drip down the panes of the window, only to eventually disappear back into the bedroom, hiding under your blankets. He doesn’t understand, of all the things in this world, you’ve always adored the rain, but now you hide from it. He watches from the doorway as your shoulders shake with your muffled sobs, a sense of loss you can barely fathom ripping through you. 

Over time, your sadness changes within you. You start to get up, get dressed, tend to the house, go to town, but you’re far from alright. Instead you become short, bitter and even angry. Your parents have long since retreated to their home once more, telling your husband to inform them if you were to fall ill but you don’t. Instead, it just means that he is the sole recipient of your unending rage, directed at the God you trusted most, but also him. 

Your husband is your God now, it echoes through your head when you find yourself alone. You try to ignore it but it sits with you, festering like a wound in your chest. Sometimes you can’t barely think with the way it fills your mind, forcing you to pace restlessly through your own home. 

What does that mean? What could he mean by that? Why would he say that to you? Does he abandon you because you’re married? Did he leave you, tell you that you cannot ever call upon him, because your husband is the most important thing to you now? Has the love of your life become the one thing that comes between you and your religion, the very God you cherish most of all? 

It’s like acid, eating away at you, your thoughts, your actions, even your words become tight and corrosive when you speak to him. You know that it is not his fault, you love him, you adore him, he’s the man you chose to marry but you can’t control the spite that rises inside of you when you think about it. What is it about him that drove your God away? What could he have done to make Jungwon turn away like that, so brutally? You can’t stand it. 

You grow to resent him, no matter how much you wish you didn’t. 

You spend more and more time alone, spending full days out on the cliffs rather than in the cloying atmosphere of your home, glaring down into the ocean and out the clouds that swirl above the sea. Your husband hardly speaks to you, the house becomes tense with silence. Nothing makes you happy, nothing makes sense anymore, the entire life you’ve lived before you were thrown into the ocean is meaningless to you without the God you used to follow so closely. You could pray to the others, perhaps Jongseong, perhaps he would understand you, your plea for peace and justice for your aching heart, but it doesn’t matter. You don’t want to pray to anyone but him, but he doesn’t care. He probably wouldn’t even listen. 

You climb along the cliffs edges as the winter wind whips at you, your body bundled up in many layers to keep the chill away. You can’t help yourself, you find yourself drawn to that little altar you went to so happily not so very long ago. How quickly things change. 

You step inside and the wind dies out around you, leaving just you and him. You look upon his countenance as affectionately as you ever have. How silly for you to be so attached to a God that cares not for you. How silly to be so heartbroken over something you never truly had and yet you are. And yet when you look at him, you’re filled with an unimaginable sadness and rage. 

Blinding, crackling rage. 

“Are you happy?” You tell him, though you doubt he is listening. “Is this what you wanted? Is this all you were hoping for? I thought Gods were supposed to be kind and just and right but you…” You sigh, shaking your head to yourself. “It was childish, I know that now. Do you remember the way I used to coo over you? I’m sure you don’t. I’m sure you found my prayers exhaustive and annoying, why else would you grow bored of me? You were the most important thing to me for such a long time. You were my only friend. And now I don’t even have that.” You lift a hand to your face when you feel a hot tear drip over your cheek. “Does this please you?” You spit. “Is this secretly what you have always wanted. Followers to kneel at your feet just so you can ignore them, just so you can turn away when they need you? I guess Gods are hardly what we make them out to be.” 

Your fingers, usually lined with rings, are bare. Have been bare since you awoke in your bed that first day, but you pull a familiar piece of jewelry from your pocket. You throw it carelessly into the bowl of his altar to accompany the coins you once put there, rusted from the elements. You turn on your heel, stomping out. 

It settles between the coins in the basin of the bowl, the insignia of a bolt of lightning glinting upon the silver ring. 

When you return home, you gently close the door behind you. You make yourself tea, leaning against the counter of your kitchen, wiping roughly at your cheeks. Your tears are half dried from the wind but still they keep coming, causing you to have to keep trying to wipe them away, wetting your face. You sniffle pitifully, rubbing at your nose, hopeful that it might stop soon. 

A loud bang from the bedroom startles you, causing you to push off from the kitchen counter. You walk towards the bedroom, only to be blocked by the frame of your husband. You stare at him, wide eyed and confused, only for him to scoff, shouldering past you into the main room. You turn to watch him, noticing the trunk he carries with him. 

“What- what is that?” You ask. He ignores you, dropping it onto the floor and flipping it open. It’s already filled with clothing, well packed like he’s going away for a long time. You rush to his side while he grabs his coats from beside the door, shoving them into the case. “What’re you doing? Are you leaving?” 

“Well,” he begins, stuffing them inside and then closing the case. He turns on you and you’re taken aback by the anger in his eyes. “Considering you barely treat me like your husband anymore, I thought it might do the both of us some good to get away from one another.” 

“You just decided this?” You ask. “You didn’t even ask me?” 

“I thought you’d prefer it if I just up and left. Disappeared for a while, so you can stop feeling so suffocated by me,” he insists and tears begin to well in your eyes again. He shakes his head, picking the case up. He picks up his last coat, putting it on at the door. You’re too dumbstruck to follow him, shocked by his decision. “My father will be by tomorrow to run the lighthouse, he knows you’re here alone. I’ll be staying with my mother for the time being in town, until…” he trails off, then sighs, turning towards you. “Until we make a decision.” 

“What do you mean ‘make a decision’?” You ask, your voice breaking. 

“I think you know very well what I mean,” he tells you. You bite your lip to stop it from trembling, your husband turning away to put his shoes on. He all but rips the door open, and slams it shut behind him. 

You’re left alone, hopelessly alone, in your home. Without your husband, without your God. Your knees give out beneath you, causing you to fall to the floor. Tears flow from your eyes unbidden, your breath hiccuping out of you as you sob on the floor of your sitting room. You’re so utterly alone. 

Your bedroom feels like a cavern, empty and dark when the sun goes down. You’ve not eaten, not even tried to start a fire. A storm has begun outside and you can hear the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs, the wind whipping against the walls of your home. You stare into the darkness of your room, wearing only your nightgown, unable to sleep but not wanting to be awake. Your mind is both awake and not. Your eyes have turned red rimmed and sore, you’re leaning against the wall the head of your bed is pushed up against, your tear tracks dried on your face. 

The night is so dark outside, only illuminated by the occasional flash of lightning. Your eyes have long adjusted to it though, the shapes and shadows of your bedroom so familiar you know where everything is. Still, it feels foreign and strange when you know that your dresser is half empty, your husband’s shoes are missing from beside the door, his coats gone. You feel like an empty shell of yourself, no one to blame but yourself. 

You don’t hear the creak of the door under the sound of the wind howling, the waves crashing, the storm rolling. You don’t even see him, your eyes unfocused at the wall of your bedroom, though he comes with a golden glow. It isn’t until he’s gently easing the door of your bedroom further open that you finally turn your head slightly, taking him in. 

“What do you want?” You whisper through the quiet of your room. He looks at you with something you can only assume is pity. “Did I finally do it? Was I finally pitiful enough for you to have mercy?” 

“You don’t understand,” Jungwon says. 

“Then why are you here?” You ask, your voice rough with your crying. “What are you doing here? If I’m just some useless mortal that you can throw aside so easily, if I don’t understand, then why come here at all?” He approaches you slowly and, impossibly, more tears leak down your face. “Don’t come closer if you’re just going to push me away again. Have I not been through enough? Please, just send me to the bridge. Just end my suffering.” 

“I told you, you’ll not be going there⁠—” 

“What else do I have to live for?!” You ask, finally standing from your bed. Tears stream down your cheeks and you can’t help but think you must look so small, so pathetic and insignificant to him. You must be worth less than nothing to him but still you can’t stop the way you cry, sobs tearing from your throat. Jungwon looks at you with big eyes, but they’re empty. You can’t see the way he holds himself taut in the darkness, hands clenched into fists at his sides. “My husband has left me here alone. I have ruined my own life. I have no one else. I cannot go back to my parents, they think me too strange. My siblings will never understand me. I barely understand myself. You do not understand how lonely an existence I will live going forward.” You stagger towards him, only to drop to your knees in front of him. Jungwon flinches back as you grab at the bottom of his pants. “Please, I have nothing left. I cannot live like this.” 

Slowly, he drops to his knees before you. You won’t meet his gaze, staring at the flooring as tears drip from your eyes, splashing down onto the flooring of your bedroom. Your broken form is too much for him, even he can’t stop himself from reaching for you, gently taking your cheek in hand. You whimper softly, a sob caught in your throat as he tilts your head up. Still, you refuse to look at him and he relents to the ache within him. He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I thought I was protecting you, protecting the both of us,” Jungwon whispers into your skin. “I see now how wrong I was.” When he pulls back, he brushes his thumb over your cheek, and you finally lift your gaze from the floor to his face. “Still, you do not understand. You must make amends with your husband, you must turn away from me. It is the only way.” 

“Don’t you see?” You cry. Your fingers fist the front of his jacket, pulling him closer. Jungwon turns his head away from your tears, closing his eyes. “Perhaps they have always been right. I can’t. Without you, I don’t know who I am. The God I’ve followed for so long, and he no longer wants me? He pushes me away when I am weakest? How can you ask that of me? Do I mean that little to you?” 

“You mean everything to me,” Jungwon whispers. When he opens his eyes, you’re shocked to see tears in them. “Please forgive me.”

“Don’t pull away,” you plead. “Don’t leave me. Please, just stay.” You rest your forehead against his chest, gripping the front of his jacket. “Please, you’re all I have left.” Jungwon cradles you to his chest, no matter how much it pains him. Tears drip down his own cheeks and he cannot bear the pain of your cries anymore. 

All these weeks he’s ignored your cries, nearly torn to shreds by your helpless prayers. Everything else has been drowned out by the sound of your voice, the ache in your worship. You stopped calling out to him, but he could feel you, like you were an ever-present ghost. He couldn’t hope to ignore you, he was haunted by your vision, your voice, what your prayers felt like, how it felt like something was tied around his throat, pulling and choking every time he turned his back on you. He understood what Sunghoon felt, the need to obey, the desire to be with you. Surely he can’t blame them now, even though Sunoo and Riki both followed his guidance, staying distant until they were sure, of course they eventually fell to their mortals. Their goddesses. 

And Jungwon will too. 

“Forgive me, brother,” he whispers. In the same breath, his arms wrap around your body, sliding beneath your knees and your back, lifting you into his arms. You gasp, clinging tighter to his jacket as Jungwon gets to his feet, holding you against his body. You daren’t look up to see whatever his expression is, surely tired of you, of your insolence and crying, trying to find a way to leave you behind. His jacket is balled up in your hands and you’re lowered back down, but his body doesn’t leave yours. 

“Look at me,” Jungwon whispers. Slowly, you lift your gaze from his chest, finding him looking down at you. His hand cups your cheek again, your body against his, and he tilts your face up gently. “Forgive me.” You don’t get a chance to answer before his mouth is on yours. 

It’s like lightning in your veins, your own body lit up with the feeling of electricity pulsing through you. Your eyes roll back as they close, your hands leaving his jacket to instead touch his neck, wrapping around the sides of it. Jungwon’s arm clutches your body close to his, his lips intent and warm against yours. Your mouth falls open to the sweet press of his tongue, your God tasting you eagerly, moaning into your lips. It’s unlike anything you’ve ever felt before, star bursts and fireworks and a sizzling desire pooling in your stomach. You shift against him, causing Jungwon to let go of your face, instead grabbing your thigh. 

He rolls the two of you over, your head hitting the pillows as he leans over the top of you, your leg hooked over his hip, sending your nightgown falling to bunch around your hips. His hand slides up the bare length of your thigh as he kisses you breathless. You try to keep up, but every sensation is rushing through your body, hot and aching and bright and beating. You can’t control the way you arch up against him, wanting and needing and restless. 

When he parts from your mouth, he tips his forehead against yours, panting against your lips. You pet your fingertips over his jawline, breath ragged. His fingers are splayed out over your lower back and your thigh, almost too warm against your bared skin. When you open your eyes, you realize his are still closed. 

“You can still push me away, you know?” He whispers and you gasp softly. “You don’t have to do this. I know you love him.” 

“Can I have you if I have him?” 

“No,” Jungwon admits. It hurts, but it’s true. As long as you’re down here, as long as you’re mortal, Jungwon cannot answer you. He cannot do that, it would tear him apart. He has to ignore you, no matter how much it hurts, no matter how badly he wants to answer your every prayer, be at your beck and call, a God cannot obey a mortal. His immortal life cannot be guided simply that of a mortal, everything would be wrong. He would do anything for you and he cannot allow that. If you are bound to the Earth, he cannot be bound to you. 

“Then… then promise me he’ll be safe. Promise me his happiness,” you whisper. Jungwon bites at his lip, knowing this would be the exchange. All things with a price, all things in exchange for another. “And I’ll be yours.” 

“You don’t have to⁠—” 

“I cannot live without you,” you insist. You press another kiss to his lips, tugging him in. His fingers dig into your skin, trying to force control within himself. You are intoxicating and dangerous, he shouldn’t be lying with you and yet he is. When you part, your lips brush his as you speak. “Please, I cannot imagine a life where I am abandoned by my God. I will only grow to resent him further. Do not let me do that. I will only make him unhappy, we will never understand each other again. Let me free him, and in turn you get me.” You bring his forehead against yours again, brushing your nose against his. “I know you will make me happy. As long as he is happy too, I can live unburdened.” 

“Is it what you desire?” Jungwon whispers. 

“It is.” 

“Give me your word. Give me your life. And I promise, you will never know sadness again. I swear to you, a life you’ve dreamed of. A future you’ve always wanted. I would do that. I would do anything,” Jungwon promises. “But you must be mine.” 

“Then I am yours.” 

It’s all the answer Jungwon needs, pressing his lips against yours once more, needy and desperate for you. You kiss him back just the same, letting your arms wrap around him as his hands grip you tightly. Bright flashes of light go off behind your eyelids as his hands roam over your body, every touch causing a bright spark to light up your veins, into your bones. Electricity pulses through you like a storm, the sound of the rainstorm outside almost covering up the soft whimpers you let out into his mouth as he caresses your body, hands grabbing at your clothes and your skin. 

He rolls you back on top of him, bringing your legs around his waist so he can run his hands up your thighs. You let him have at you, gathering the material in his hands, slowly sliding it up your body, over the curves of your hips and waist. You become revealed to him, your underwear, up your stomach and your chest. He pulls away just so he can pull it over your head. You let him discard it carelessly, bringing your hands down onto his clothed chest as his hands land on your waist. 

“You are so beautiful,” Jungwon whispers in the darkness. You feel your skin heat, the idea of being complimented in such a way by a God imaginable. “How have I resisted you?” He leans up to kiss your chest, running his mouth from the bottom of your breasts up the valley of them to your collarbones. Your own desire crackles through you, clutching him close as he mouths over your body, towards your neck while his hands slide up to cup your chest. “I can’t do it anymore,” he pleads into your skin. “I can’t. I need you.” 

“You have me,” you whisper, running your fingers through his hair. “You have all of me. You always have.” 

His hands leave you so he can pull his jacket and shirts open, your fingers fumbling to help him undress. His clothing is gilded in gold, lined in white and cerulean blue, but he cares not for how ornate it is. He tears it off like it doesn’t even matter, throwing it aside so he can pull you up against him. Hands on your jaw, he pulls your face down towards his, pressing your lips together again. This time you’re the one doing the taking, kissing down into his desperate mouth, while his hands roam your body once more, up your back and down your waist, sizzling trails of heat everywhere he touches. You can barely stand it, aching between your legs, the need in him calling out to the need in you. 

His mouth drags over your lips, your cheek, down your jaw. Your hands run over his bare shoulders, soaking in the feeling of him, the heat of his skin, the way you can feel how desperately he desires you with the way he holds you against him. His hands drop down to your backside, curving around the cheeks of your ass, rocking you against his lap. You throw your head back in a moan as your clothed crotch is guided over his, his moans muffled into your throat as he kisses you, sucking wet kisses over your skin. His teeth graze you, sending a shower of bright sparks through you, images of crackling lighting rolling through your mind. 

“Please.” The word drips from your lips without your permission, agony in your tone. You’re trembling on top of him, letting your hands run down the length of his chest, his stomach, reaching down for the front of his pants. He doesn’t stop you, hissing through his own desperation, his entire attention on your body. From your neck to your collarbones, you can feel how your skin smarts under his mouth, his teeth and his lips relentlessly marking you, down towards your breasts. 

You tug the front of his pants open, finally, trying to push them down his hips. Jungwon moves to let you, lifting his hips as best he can with you on top of him. Once far enough down, his cock is freed from the confines of his clothing and you take him in hand. Jungwon moans, dropping his head forward against your chest, eyes closed as you stroke his cock quickly. You’re too wound up, lost in the pleasure and desire of him, you don’t even care about being fully undressed. 

“Jungwon,” you whisper, the name of your god dropping from your lips. Jungwon lifts his head and you gasp at the way his eyes shine, bolts of lightning and electricity glinting inside of his irises. 

“Say it again,” he says, moving his hand to your cheek. You swallow, hesitating. “Please, say it. Say it again,” he begs, pulling your face down towards his. “Please, it’s so lovely from your lips.” 

“Jungwon,” you whisper and he moans. His cock twitches against your palm, making your breath catch. You can’t stand it, you rise to your knees. From this angle, he looks up at you, wide eyed and pink cheeked. He looks too sweet for words. Were it not for the glowy golden hue that emanates off of him you might think him just another mortal, just another gorgeous man, but you know he’s not. He’s so much more. You reach down to push your underwear aside, aligning the head of his cock to your entrance. Sinking down on him, your eyes roll back, and his flare alive. 

Almost like a beacon in the dark, his eyes burn white and gold while you take him inside of you. His hands grab at your hips, digging his fingers in so hard it hurts. You try to cry out but you can’t, your breath caught in your chest as you feel like you’ve been thrown directly into a storm, shaking and trembling as something crushes your chest, strikes through your bones, aches through your muscles. Too many sensations overtake your body as you take him inside of you, forced to grab at his shoulder to try and steady yourself through the overwhelm of it all. 

When you finally gasp another full breath you’re thrown out of your body just as quickly as Jungwon suddenly thrusts up into you, almost knocking you over. You cry out, clutching further to him to try and keep yourself upright. You find yourself holding onto him as he brings you down onto him, muffling moans into his neck as he mouths at your shoulder, hands gripping your hips. You can’t think, can barely breath as Jungwon forces your hips back and forth on him, rocking you onto his lap, moaning into your skin. 

The sound of thunder and lightning echoes through your mind, like you’re in the eye of the storm, shaking apart above him. When you’re suddenly peeled away from him you see his eyes, glowing and burning for just a moment, and then his mouth is on your chest. Jungwon’s lips touch every part of you, over your breasts, licking and sucking at your nipples while rocking his hips up into yours. You lower your head down to tuck your nose into his hair, gasping and whimpering through the pleasure that soaks through you like a storm, like rain, like a crashing wave. His mouth touches the middle of your chest and you scream when it feels like you’ve been struck by lightning. 

“So beautiful,” Jungwon whispers as he bounces you on his cock, your eyes flashing gold, a glowing light beginning to take over your chest. When he finally pulls back from your skin he’s staring at the words he’s carved into your body, an aching claim. You writhe on top of him, fingers digging into his shoulders as he guides your frantic pace, keeping himself as deep inside of you as possible. 

You can fill it building, aching, churning like the sea inside of you, helpless to the way it takes you. To the way Jungwon takes you. His fingers are like a brand on your skin, your body is barely your own, awash with pleasure the likes of which you have never experienced. When you gaze down at him, you can see the glow of his eyes, the crackle of lightning within them. Your god beneath you, around you, inside of you, you’ll let him have you. Have every part of you. You lower your head down to his again and the both of you close your eyes, clinging to one another. 

“Give yourself to me,” he whispers in the thin space between your faces. 

“I have always been yours,” you tell him. You kiss down into his mouth, Jungwon planting his feet on the bed to fuck up into you again, and again. Your mouth falls open, allowing him to lick into it, swallowing the cries that spill from your lips. He relentlessly takes you, desperate for it, the glow that he knows will encompass you, the bright light that shines from within. He needs it to see it, he needs to know you’re his, forever. 

Your cunt clenches around him, trapping him inside, your body shaking so hard it feels as though you’re going to shatter in his arms. Jungwon holds you, refusing to let go. The tightness of your body, the way you writhe on top of him, it sends him over the edge, pulling away from your mouth to moan. When he peels his eyes open to look, you are godly. 

Golden light peers out from between your half lidded eyes, the characters of his name written into your chest. It consumes you, ebbing through your body as it swallows you. Jungwon lets his eyes slide shut again, burying his face into your chest, content with the heat of you against him. 

When you wake, you’re alone. You roll over in the sheets, confused and lost. You gather the golden blankets that wrap your frame, covering yourself as you survey your surroundings. Everything is dipped in white and gold, cerulean trim and marble walls. As you take in the room you find yourself in, you look over to see a window, and at it is your bed partner. He stands there in just a robe, his shoulder against the window frame, arms crossed over his chest. Slowly, you gather yourself, worried about what he might be thinking about. 

“Jungwon?” You ask, voice soft. Jungwon turns to look at you and his expression softens immediately. You can see the tension that lingers around his eyes though, the anxiety he carries in his shoulders. “Is everything alright?” 

“It will be,” he tells you. He uncrosses his arms to reach a hand out to you. You move to him, taking the offered hand. You’re still wrapped in blankets, carefully covered, and Jungwon draws you in, keeping your blankets wrapped tightly around you. You end up against his chest, your head on his shoulder, his cheek on your head. “I think I already love you,” he whispers. It lodges your heart in your throat, eyes widening. 

“You do?” You whisper. He pulls back from you so you can look up at him. “Do you mean that?” 

“Of course I do,” Jungwon assures you. “How could I not? After everything, the way you called to me, the way I couldn’t resist you,” he cups your cheek in hand, leaning down to kiss your forehead, trailing over your temple and cheek, only to end at your lips, pressing a hard yet sweet kiss there. “I think a part of me has always needed you,” he confesses against your lips. “I think I fell in love with you along the way.” 

“I have always loved you,” you tell him and Jungwon smiles softly. 

“I know.” 

On Earth, beyond the river, past the bridge that curves below the surface, a gateway to what lies beyond, there is yet another disturbance. When he throws open the door to his library, he can feel the change. The tension in the air, and his eyes seek the trembling of the bottle on his shelf.

“I thought we had an understanding, brother,” Heeseung whispers to himself, picking it up. It shakes in his hand, the liquid inside twisting and turning, like it’s boiling, like the churning of the sea, turning blue, green, yellow, gold. He sighs to himself, reaching over to rest it on the scale. He watches as the scale rises, the bottle and what lies inside light than air. “It seems I’ll just have to take what I am owed.” He plucks the bottle from where it sits on the scale, turning it over in his hand. “And the cost… will be so great,” he mutters to himself, curling his fingers around it.

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, jungwon. my darling, sweet jungwon, what have i done? i loved writing this but also it tore me in two, i felt so bad the whole time. i hope you guys enjoyed it for what it was and i hope you're all excited for what's coming up. the pantheon continues...

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──౨ৎ ˙🎀 ̟ calling them "pretty boy"

엔하이픈 | Enhypen | ot7

──Pairing: enha ot7 x afab!reader

──Genre: fluff (might make an nsfw ver if its requested)

──Synopsis: You call your boyfriend a new nickname to see their reaction

──A/N: I'M BACK!! AND I HAVE MANY STORIES TO POST

masterlist

"Hey, pretty boy!"

이희승 | Heeseung

"Hey, pretty girl." He called back, throwing you off and causing a faint blush to spread across your cheeks. Silence followed as the words got stuck in your throat. "What's wrong? Why are you not talking anymore?"

"It's nothing. Nevermind." You turned away and began to leave the room before Hee stopped you.

"No, no, go on. What did you come here to tell me." He smiled innocently, resting his chin on his palm.

You fiddled with your fingers, looking everywhere but at the boy in front of you. He was totally teasing you. "I told you it was nothing, Hee."

"Ohhhh you're saying that because I ruined your plans." He chucked, leaning back in his chair. "Start over. I won't mess up your script this time." He smiled, obviously trying to fluster you.

It was working.

박종성 | Jongseong

"Me?" He asks with uncertainty, furrowing his brows.

"Yeah, who else would I be talking about?" You tilted your head, chuckling slightly.

"Don't be silly." He scoffed, smiling to himself. It wasn't a happy kind of smile though.

"What do you mean!? I'm being so serious Jay!" You smack his shoulder lightly. "You're my pretty boy!"

"Alright." He laughs it off again.

"Stop laughing! I'm not joking!" You wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him tightly. "You're the one and only pretty boy, got it?"

"Okay, fine. Thank you baby." He gives you a genuine smile this time before kissing your forehead lightly.

심재윤 | Jaeyun

You call out to Jaeyun from the kitchen where you have a clear view of where he's seated in the livingroom. When he hears you call, his ears seem to perk up like a puppy.

"Huh? You mean me?" He asks genuinely, pointing to himself.

"Yes, silly." You giggle as if it were obvious you were talking about him.

"I'm pretty boy?" he asks again, unsure if you really mean it. Your heart throbs as he stares at you with wide eyes.

"Yes, Jae. Now come here. I need to show you something." You wave your hand, signaling for him to come to the kitchen. He happily obliges, getting up from the couch and nearly skipping toward you with his iconic grin.

Later, he would brag to the others that he was your "pretty boy."

박성훈 | Sunghoon

You call Hoon but receive no answer. His back is facing you as he sits on the couch, scrolling on his phone. You know he can hear you so you assume he's ignoring you.

"Ya! I'm talking to you, pretty boy."

"Well I'm not 'pretty boy.' I'm 'hot and handsome man.'" He says nonchalantly, not even bothering to turn toward you.

"Alright, don't stroke your own ego." You turn your back to him, ready to walk away.

"Hey! Fine! I'll be 'pretty boy'" he says, mumbling the last part.

You give a small 'yay' before running up to the couch and leaning over the back of the couch to kiss his forehead.

김선우 | Sunoo

"Yesss~? That's me!" Sunoo beamed, grinning brightly.

"Can my pretty boy get me my toner pads?" You call from your bathroom.

"Of course your pretty boy can." He immediately gets up to get your toner pads for you. Hr brings them to the bathroom where you are doing your skincare routine.

"Thank you, Noo. You're the best pretty boy ever." you smile, placing a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"I know! I'm the cutest!" He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist. "Now, do you want your pretty boy to help you with your skincare?"

양정원 | Jungwon

"What?"

"You heard me." Jungwon just stares at you in shock at your sudden words. This was a new nickname to him. The tips of his ears had turned pink. "What's wrong, pretty boy?"

"Stop saying that." He grumbled, hiding his face in his hands.

"Stop saying what, pretty boy?" You giggled knowingly, a small smirk tugging at your lips. Suddenly, a pillow is being hurled straight at your head.

"Ya! I said stop calling me that! It's embarrassing" All you did was laugh at him.

니키 | Niki

Niki tilts his head in confusion, pointing to himself.

"Yes, you. You're pretty boy."

He scoffs, coming up to wrap an arm around your shoulders. "You're prettier, baby" You throw his arm off your shoulder and look at him with astonsihment.

"What!? No! You are!'

Niki laughs lightheartedly "That's impossible because you're the prettiest." He smirks victoriously.

"Fine, then you're ugly boy." You huff, folding your arms over your chest and turning away from him.

"You're uglier." Silence follows his remark. "I'm sorry, you're not ugly, you're so pretty, baby" He's quick to hug you from behind.

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