Stars Above | Han Jisung

stars above | han jisung

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff, sentimental as fuck, slight angst because both of them are dumb in love your honor

warning(s): some swearing

word count: 1.3K

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“I’m telling you Jisung. I can’t fucking sleep for shit.”

The young man you call your best friend giggles through the phone. “Hey hey hey. You were the one who wanted brown sugar milk tea boba with 100% sweetness.”

“Yet you were the one enabling me.”

“Aweee. It can’t be that bad. We can like go stargazing and contemplate our mortal existence.” You swear this man will be the death of you with all his teasing.

You respond, “Don’t you ever get tired of stargazing Sung?” You know of his little habit of staying up late on some nights to watch the twinkling constellations and the enigmatic moon. He has a telescope in his room that he would take when he would escape into the wonders of the night to admire the beauty of the dark, moon-lit, star-lit sky.

He smiles to himself. “Never.” Because the stars remind me of you. He held those words back, knowing they would scare you away and friendship over.

Unbeknownst to you, he secretly held feelings for you. He never gets tired of stargazing because all of the stars above remind him all of you. People say how the moon is in love with the sun although Jisung thinks the contrary. You were the stars. His stars. He was the moon. You were the stars surrounding the moon. The moon feels not just the Earth’s proximity but all of the stars in the galaxy whether they are close or millions of light years away. Your presence can always be felt wherever he goes which is why everything reminds him of you. From breezy summer winds to late night hot chocolates to dumb Valentine meme cards to unwise money spending on boba, it all goes back to you.

Though he has all these feelings inside of him, he would rather not spill a speck of what he feels about you.

“Jisung? You there? Are we still stargazing?” He snaps back to reality.

He clears his throat, trying to get his thoughts together. “Uhh yeah. I’ll pick you up in five.”

True to his word, he arrived punctually. You bundled yourself in one of your many blankets as you waddled to his car. He thought you looked cute doing so. Once you opened the door, you saw him dressed in his favorite black hoodie and quokka beanie. Heh, cute you thought. His hair has gotten longer and some of it was perfectly framing his pretty face.

“You good?” His voice brings you back from the very spell he has entranced you in.

“Huh? Yeah I’m good.” You try your best to mask the nervousness in your voice.

“You know. With the look you were giving to me, I would have thought you were in love with me,” he jokes.

This man is so aggravating. Your eyes roll and you playfully punch him on the shoulder, making him hiss in pain. “OW!!! You do know violence is not the answer.”

“Oh hush you. Now let’s go. Wouldn’t want Cassiopeia waiting.”

“Just an FYI, Orion is my favorite constellation,” he huffs and sticks out his tongue. Of course you knew Orion was his favorite. You just wanted to annoy him like he annoys you.

The ride to his favorite open field was quiet aside from the songs playing from his night drive playlist. God it was hard keeping your eyes away from him as he drives. Of course this was not the first time he drove you. It’s just that… he’s just… AUGH. Fuck. You can’t even say shit to him.

Unbeknownst to him, you secretly held feelings for him too. No matter how much you annoy him or “complain” about him dragging you to stargazing, you know damn well just how much you deeply love him inside and out. Every single time he would take you stargazing, your feelings would exponentially go deeper than it was before. You didn’t know how that was even possible. He shows a side to you where you get to intimately know him fully. Every single day is a gift being with someone like him. Which is why you would rather be selfish with your feelings than losing him forever when the cat is out of the bag. At least that was what you thought.

The open field with freshly cut grass fills your senses with the Earthy scent of grass and the cold, gentle breeze of the night. Jisung takes his telescope from the trunk and follows you to the middle of the field.

“Looks like it’s a great night tonight. No clouds can be seen so far,” he says as he sets up the telescope.

“It does feel like a great night,” you blurted while admiring the crescent moon.

Both of you silently observe the starry sky with the lone moon. No words can describe what you both feel at this very moment. It’s such an indescribable feeling. You both share the feeling of awe when appreciating the jewels of the galaxy. That shared sentiment alone makes the moment so intimate even without uttering a single word. Even without hands touching each other.

After minutes of silence between you two, you both observe something moving in the sky. More and more of them started to move too.

“Oh my god shooting stars! Make a wish Ji! Make a wish!” you squeal in delight.

And so both of you closed your eyes and wished under the shooting stars. Jisung opens one of his eyes to steal a little glance of you before continuing his wish.

Unsurprisingly, both of you wished for the same thing; the courage to confess to each other without ruining your friendship.

Moments later, you opened your eyes. “So what did you wish for Ji?”

“Nuh uh it’s a secret,” he asserts, trying his best not to appear worried.

“You can tell meee. I’m your best friend, remember.”

“No.” He sticks out his tongue.

You prepare your pleading eyes to make him more pliant. “Pleaseeee.”

“No.”

Jisung finally gives up and sighs, “Okay fine. Fine. But don’t freak out okay.”

“But why would I freak out?” Did he wish to be together with someone? Is he gonna confess that he likes another person?? Fuck.

“Remember when I told you about how the moon is in love with the stars rather than the sun?”

You nod and chuckle, “But isn’t the sun also a star?”

“I know I know but listen. Listen carefully because I don’t want to repeat my words again.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands. “I’m the moon Y/N and you’re the stars. My stars. I’m completely, deeply in love with you.”

And that’s when your eyes widen to a confession you would have never expected yet something you’ve been wishing for to the universe. Your eyes sparkle, resembling that of a shining star. “So how does your confession tie to your wish?”

“I-uh well I wished to have the courage to confess to you.” He was getting red like a tomato. “I guess it came true.”

“You know what’s funny Han Jisung?” He looks at you like he was a deer in the headlights. You usually only use his full name on a serious occasion. Is she mad? Did I upset her? Does this mean she will reject me? Will we stay—

“I wished for the same thing as you did. It’s just that you beat me to it.” He looks at you with complete shock.

“Are you bullshiting me?”

“No Ji I’m not. I’ve loved you for a while now.” You let out a mirthful laugh. Your thumb rubs on his skin to reassure him. “May I ask you a question?”

“Yes. What is it?”

“May I kiss you?”

He smiles so endearingly at you that you could explode like a supernova. “Of course you can.”

And so you got on your tippy toes to capture his lips with yours. It was a kiss you have been anticipating for months now. It was a kiss under the stars. A kiss under the waning crescent. You wouldn’t mind getting lost in his kiss every night.

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A/N: This has been in the drafts for just a bit. I got some time to finalize it. Hopefully you enjoy the read!

cinnamon sugar 🌙 k.sm (m)

a/n: the photo above is from seungmin's instagram. i don't own the media, but i sure was blessed to see it. anyway, i think this is my first post with like...actual smut in it. please forgive me, because it is so shitty, i'm so bad at writing it. anyway, uhm, enjoy! my anon ask is now on, if you'd like to send any requests in!

synopsis: her lips taste sweet, like cinnamon sugar...she's such a treat.

genre: best friends to lovers | idiots in love | x fem!reader | smut | fluff | angst

pairing(s): best friend!kim seungmin x virgin!reader

word count: 6k. lowercase intended.

rating: 18+. minors do not fucking interact.

warning(s): swearing, mutual pining, a lot of emotional turmoil from both parties, horribly written smut [between k.sm x reader: unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!!), creampie, soft d/s themes, (slight) overuse of pet names (angel, sweetheart) oral (f. receiving), paragraphs of praise, so much kissing, some grinding, the lightest amount of nipple play. riding/missionary, crying during sex, multiple orgasms, reader begs a lot, they stare into each others eyes and hold hands while fucking oh my god]. this is slightly self indulgent but the guilt i feel after writing it, and so badly at that, is overwhelming.

what to listen to: gaze - sweetback | eat it - megan thee stallion | agora hills - doja cat | real love - mary j. blige | whatta man - salt-n-pepa & en vogue

message from: seungmin🧸🤎

[7:32pm] i’m coming to pick u up, i want a cinnabon.

message to: seungmin🧸🤎

[7:33pm] ur paying 🤑

"can i get aux?" you say as you slide into seungmin's car. the leather of the passenger seat was cool to the touch, a sign that nobody had sat in your self-assigned seat. "hello to you too, best friend. how was my day? oh, it was lovely! it's so nice to see you, too!" "oh, shut up, min. you don't give a shit if i ask those questions or not." you chuckle, snatching his aux cable out of the center console. "you know me so well, fuck. i hate small talk. just merge souls with me." you and seungmin had been best friends for over ten years. he knew you inside and out - from your scalp to the bottom of your feet (including the scar from his razor scooter slamming into your ankle at age sixteen.)

you shared a lot of interests, but none as intense as your love of music and cinnamon rolls. he was always at your dance recitals. your biggest fan, really. he cheered, but never showed you more praise than necessary.

"i need you to stay humble, it helps me tolerate you." he murmured into your hair after one recital last year. you just shook your head in amusement, holding it high as you let him march you to his car for dinner.

"oh, i updated our playlist! i have a few new things on here." you said excitedly as you scrolled through the playlists on your homepage. you shared this love language – you had dozens of collaborative playlists with user ksm922, and you giggled at the ugly photos of the two of you he often used for the covers.

"sure." he shrugs, using his pinky to turn the volume dial up. your eyes trail on his slender fingers as they return to the wheel, but you shake it off just as quickly. pressing play, you let the smooth r&b sounds fill the car.

"oh, this is nice. what is this?" seungmin nods his head along to it, and you glance at the screen. "gaze by sweetback. it played on my sade station, and the vibes are just so kim seungmin, yanno?" you close your eyes and fake being a disc-jockey, his hand coming to pinch your arm lightly, a chuckle playing on his lips. "stop that, you'd be a horrible deejay."

"are you sure this isn't about sex? geez, bub, act like you get some." he teases, and you swat his arm. "i do get some!" "oh yeah? from who?" his eyes are trained on the road as he bullies you about your sex life (or lack thereof), allowing you a moment to stare at his ringed fingers. oh, the way they gripped the wheel, they could so easily grip your neck–

shut up, y/n.

"your mom." you huff, crossing your arms with a pout. you hated this conversation, and you often avoided it with him. yes, seungmin was your best friend, but you never wanted to talk about your sex life with him. he had experiences…and you heard from so many people how good it was.

with him, to be specific.

"what are we, thirteen? you wish my mother would breathe in your direction, you fucking virgin." he scoffs, and you force a snicker out. you glance at your phone, a smirk threatening to escape as it started. "oh, this one is good. turn it up!" he obliged, not even giving the screen a second look.

you settle in your seat as megan thee stallion's voice blares through the speakers, muffling a soft laugh behind your hand. seungmin hated the idea of you being a sexual being, and you often used it to bother him. you liked seeing him get red in the face, and squirm. it doesn't mean you understood it, but it was hilarious.

legs shakin', hit it 'til the bed breaking…bed springing, talk to it…

seungmin's mouth is agape, his cheeks firetruck red…

i don't want just one nut, daddy, i need the whole tree, ah…

…before his nimble fingers press skip. 

"are you serious, y/n? in my christian minecraft server?" his eyes are still fixed on the road, his knuckles turning white from his hold on the steering wheel. weird.

"it's megan! i love her, she's the hot girl coach. you don't want me to be a virgin forever, do you?" you joke, and he scrunches his nose. "since when do you listen to music about getting your…ugh, whatever. don't ever bring up sex appeal, you repulse me." you laugh loudly, your hand going to pinch his cheek softly. "you're so cute when you get flustered, min. here, i'll play pretty boy by the neighbourhood in your honor."

he can't stop thinking about it. it's been four hours since you played the song in the car, and it's still stuck in his head. well, what he did hear.

you, inherently, did not come across as a sexual being. you didn't, and that wasn't seungmin being just a platonic, nice friend – you genuinely did not care to be the core of anyone's sexual desire. you wore oversized shirts and loose jeans, the occasional dress paired with black pantyhose and boots. "gotta hide my ankles, minnie. that's how they getcha." but thinking about you…listening to that song? your hips winding down on some other man like he's seen you do on stage? hell, some other man's face when he's right here?

it made him sick.

and you were so beautifully unaware as you swirled your fork in your cinnamon roll, bringing the tines to your lips and sucking the icing clean off them. not a second lick or adjustment, just straight off. he felt his cheeks heat as his cock twitched in his pants, and he almost missed you waving your fingers in his face. "yo, you good? you seem distracted." you have a bit of icing on your lip, and he subconsciously reaches over to wipe it off. your eyes are wide as he does so, and he doesn't know why he can't move his thumb from your lip. he doesn't know why everything feels like it's moving in slow motion, and he just watches as you instinctively suck your lip between your teeth at the loss of contact.

you're so pretty, fuck, you're so pretty.

"i'm good. do you want to go?" he's surprised to hear his own voice, and you nod absently. he was acting weird, he knew he was, but he feels like there's a fog in his brain that he can't shake. maybe it was the way he'd memorized every curve of your body, from watching your fluid dances. maybe it was the way that you smiled so innocently, you were so innocent. your eyes big and pure, your heart full, your mind…naïve.

he didn't understand the sudden urge to ruin you, but he knew he had to get over it, and fast.

"fuck." he groans, and your head whips around to look at him. "you okay?"

he nods quickly, his hand landing on the small of your back to guide you to the car faster. "min, if you have to shit, you can just say that." "ugh, shut up. you always say the most unhinged shit. no wonder you can't get laid." he rolls his eyes, and you just laugh. "trust me, it's not for lack of opportunity." you let him open the door for you, and you wink at him playfully, his fingers flicking your forehead before shutting the door. it was true, multiple of your friends had offered to…deflower you. hyunjin, on your dance team. minho, on your production team. felix, your choreographer. even their friends in the music department had offered, and you simply smiled, shaking your head at them. "i just like to flirt, your dick is your problem."

but much like seungmin, they had all seen the way you moved. how easily you sunk to your knees, how smooth your gyrations were, the way you looked like you enjoyed it. you felt good knowing people were attracted to you, but it never compared to what you believed was seungmin's innocent gaze.

it was weird to want more from him, and it pained you, slightly. he was cute, your best friend. cute, experienced, and he knew you. he knew you so well, what could go wrong? he could reject you, that's what.

you're in your own head when you realize the car has been moving, and rather fast, at that. "min, seriously. are you shitting your pants?" you roll your eyes, and he brings the car to a screeching halt. "bro, your brakes." you cringe, covering your ears as he pulls into his driveway.

"are you going to kill me? no way, jisung always said i'd go out this way. please, tell my mother i love her and make sure i get the best spot in heaven." you feign terror as you unbuckle your seatbelt, not noticing the way seungmin can't even look at you. you feel how hard he slams his door, and you give his car a pitiful look as you slide out, following him to his apartment. he lived on the first floor, what a privilege.

he doesn't look at you as he walks into the apartment, tossing his keys onto the kitchen table. "y/n, i have a question."

"oh? mr. attitude has a question, does he?" you smile sarcastically, crossing your arms over your chest, the cowhide leather of the letterman you stole from him in high school rough against your skin. "alright, let's hear it." "why are you still a virgin?" okay, not what you were expecting. don't let it fluster you. you don't really notice his hardened expression as you try to answer. "well…it's just not on my list of priorities. i'll get fucked when i get fucked, you know?"

you shrug, not thinking much of your answer as he steps closer. "hm, i don't buy it."

raising an eyebrow, you shake your head, unbuttoning the jacket. "you're acting so weird, seungmin. if you wanna fuck me, just say that."

you sound surprisingly confident, and you can feel your heart pounding in your ears as you slide the jacket off, draping it over the couch. you gather your hair forward, spinning to speak to him again. "did you still want to watch the mov-" you're cut off by his lips pressing against yours, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you closer. you can't move, your hands frozen as he works you carefully, lips burning against your own. his movements feel desperate, and you let your body take over as you kiss him back, a soft sigh escaping his lips as your tongue slips between them. the kiss is hungry, his hands are digging into you so deeply you're sure you'll bruise. 

he stops. his fingers let go of your hips, and he pulls away, your lips chasing after his as he does. your lip gloss is glittering on his face, before he covers his eyes. "i'm so sorry, y/n. i have no idea what came over me, i…i'm sorry, please, let me take you home."

you can't speak, your mind still swirling with endorphins. your best friend of ten years just made the biggest move on you, and without a word, you managed to fumble it. no way. absolutely not.

"sorry for what? i'm not understanding." you suddenly feel very vulnerable, your skin littering with goosebumps at the sudden change in the air. "i'm perfectly fine with…whatever you were doing."

seungmin peers back at you through dark eyes. "no, y/n. we can't." he swipes his keys off the table, and you huff. "and why can't we, seungmin? what is so bad about kissing me?" his eyes are wide as you ramble, and it's all word vomit. you can't seem to stop it, but he's drinking every word.

"what is it? am i a bad kisser? is it because i'm a virgin? i don't think it's very fair that you can openly admit to being other girls' firsts but you can't even do that for me. you haven't even offered. i'm not saying you fucking have to, because you're my best friend and you always will be. but holy fuck, seungmin, i'm trying to get some. you said i should, so why not be the one i get it from?" 

you're out of breath, and seungmin just shakes his head as he takes one, two steps back in front of you. "you think i don't want to be your first? you think i don't want you all to myself, to ruin you for anyone else? you think i don't want to fuck you stupid, until all you know is my name? are you hearing yourself right now?"

"you're certainly not acting like it. it doesn't have to mean shit, seungmin. it's just sex." you roll your eyes, leaning on the couch. "it's not just sex, y/n. this is a huge step for you, for us. our friendship is on the line, and i don't want to do something you might regret later." you shake your head, and he hates when you get stubborn like this, you won't listen to reason. "still not seeing the issue here. i lose my virginity and gain some experience for the next guy, you get your dick wet. we go to bed, and we act like it didn't happen in the morning. you take me home, we listen to our playlists on the way there, and we go about our days."

he flings his keys onto the floor, his hands reaching to hold your face. he tucks a few strands behind your ears, fingers lovingly caressing your pierced lobes before he looks you dead in the eyes. "y/n, if i give you what you want tonight, there is no chance in hell you're going to fuck someone else."

you stare back at him silently, your eyes darting to his lips before your tongue peeks out to wet your own. it's not the worst thing in the world, being with seungmin. it could be good…and not just the sex. he knows you, you know him…his lips felt like they were made for you. they always had, since your drunken kiss on christmas eve.

"you say that like it's a threat." you challenge, and he bites back a smile, nodding his head. his hand has traveled to your hip, his other still holding your face when his nose touches yours, his breath hitting your lips. "if you want me to stop at any point, just let me know. understand, sweetheart?"

you nod, leaning forward to connect your lips. he pulls back, shaking his head. "i need to hear you say you understand."

"jeez, seungmin, i understand. i get it, can we please move this along?" you're not the least bit embarrassed as you whine against him, and he lets you kiss him. your lips are eager, your hands carding through his hair as he licks into your mouth. the kiss is all teeth and tongue, a soft moan interrupting it as he gives your clothed breast a gentle squeeze, his thumb working over your pebbled nipple. "min, i…" "what, tell me what you want, sweetheart." his lips trail down your jaw, nipping along your exposed neck carefully. your whines are like heaven to him, "n-need you.." "aw, you need me? need me where?" he's loving this, the way you squirm under his lips, under his nimble fingers. you push your chest into him involuntarily, "h-here. please?"

you grab his wrist, a wave of confidence taking over as you guide his hand under the waistband of your sweatpants. his fingers are cool against your clothed heat, a soft wet patch forming on the fabric. his eyes are wide as he instinctively lets his hand run over the spot, watching as you flinch, lip caught between your teeth. he presses hard against you, a gasp falling from your mouth. "i haven't even touched you, and look at how wet you are for me. a little pathetic, hm?" "'m’ yours, minnie. always, always been yours." you don’t mean that, he thinks. he's letting you grind against his hand, his gaze transfixed on your face. your brows furrowed, eyes screwed shut as you used his hand to get yourself to the edge. his cock twitches at the little pants falling from your lips, when he decides he's had enough. you nearly cry at the loss of contact, his hand escaping the confines of your plush thighs. "minnie-" "if you're gonna cum, it's gonna be on my face. let's go, sweetheart." he tugs you towards his bedroom, your legs weak as you try not to stumble behind him. "bed. on your back."

he's pulling his sweater over his head, and you nearly coo at his messy hair in your fucked out state. he feels a flush coat his cheeks as you lay there, waiting for him to tug your pants off. hooking his fingers in your waistband, you lift your hips to make it easier, and he slides your underwear and sweatpants off in one go. you suddenly feel shy, closing your legs. 

"ah, ah. it's just me, sweetheart. do you want to stop?" his hands move to your knees, the cool metal of his rings sending a soft shock to your spine. "no, i'm…okay. i'm just nervous." "it's okay, angel. i got you, don't worry." he presses a kiss to your forehead, nose…lips. he lingers there a bit, but doesn't let it deepen as he runs his hands down your legs. his fingers dig into your thighs, pulling them apart for him to settle between. you're soaking, the heat of his stare making anxiety bubble in your stomach. "fuck, you're going to be the death of me." his lips press soft, chaste kisses along your inner thigh, nipping carefully as you mewl. "minnie, please..i..please…" you end in a whimper, and who is he to deny you when you beg so nicely? he buries his nose in your pussy, bumping your clit as he lets his tongue drag through your folds, collecting your sweet, sweet arousal on his face. your hand flies to his hair as his lips suck on your clit, thighs threatening to close around his head. he doesn't care, he'd die a happy man right there between your legs.

"f-fuck, seungmin, ah! right there, holy f-fuh.." you're shaking around his head, bucking your hips into his face as gently as you can muster. he loves it, but he can't tell you that as he drowns in the scent of you, the obscene sounds of his tongue against you paired with your pretty whimpers ensuring he'd probably cum in his pants. "oh, b-baby i'm gonna.."

his hand reaches for yours, interlacing your trembling fingers with his, his other hand massaging your thigh in encouragement. he can barely bring himself to talk, a soft moan of his against your clit sending you over the edge, a soft cry of his name echoing in the room. "that's it, good job angel. you did so well for me, hm?" he's still lapping at you, not wanting to miss a single shiver or whimper from your body. "s'always that good? min?" he peers up at you from his spot between your legs, your lips parted as you blink, a tear rolling down the side of your face. he moves up to wipe it away, but you take his hand in yours, kissing his palm softly. "you okay? we can stop." he presses his forehead against yours, not able to process your cute gesture without wanting to bawl. you nod, a lazy smile crossing your lips as you reach to kiss him. "m'all good, minnie. do you…want me to help you?"

you can feel his clothed cock pressing against your leg, practically begging to be set free, and you teasingly buck up against it. he inhales sharply, shaking his head, "i want tonight to be about you. i want to make sure you feel good, okay? are you sure you want to continue?" "yeah, m'all yours." you sigh against his lips, a chaste kiss from you to him. "can i take this off, sweetheart?" he yanks lightly on your shirt, and you nod. you help him tug it over your head, your fingers reaching backwards to unclasp your bra. he feels like all the air is sucked out of the room as you lay beneath him, for him, in all your glory. every curve he's imagined just as gorgeous. "you're staring, it's making me shy." your soft voice snaps him out of his thoughts. "no, no, fuck, you're gorgeous. look at you, oh my god, i.." he trails off, his hands resting on your tummy. "you just went down on me, and you're short-circuiting over my tits, kim?" your teasing is not helping his brain, but the attitude brings him back to reality. "you know that's not all it is, stop it." he rolls his eyes, thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. it's soothing, the warmth of your skin radiating against his. he dips his head between your breasts, trailing open mouthed kisses all over your chest and stomach. "you're so beautiful. i'm literally the luckiest person in the entire universe." he's mumbling to himself mostly, but you feel soft tears prick at your eyes. his lips latch around one of your nipples, a gasp from you making him pull off with a pop. "can i…are you sure you want this, y/n? i really, really don't want you to regret this."

you grab his face in your hands, your thumbs lightly padding over his cheeks. "i want you, entirely. in this life, in the next life. okay? i got you, don't worry." you echo his words back to him, and he bites his lip, a hint of something in his eyes as he pulls back to unbuckle his pants. kicking them off quickly, you wait until he straightens to take a peek. 

the rumors were true. he's thick, his tip a soft mauve. your mouth is watering at the sight, when a snap of his fingers catches your attention. "eyes up here, sweetheart. i want you to look at me, can you do that?"

you nod, a shy smile on your lips as he goes to spread your knees again. "no, wait, minnie…" he feels his heart skip a beat at your voice, eyes flickering to yours in concern. "i…can i be on top? i read that…it can be better that way." you swallow thickly, and he feels the tips of ears burn but a smile grazes his features. "you studied for sex?"

any awkwardness is gone. you scoff, a light smack landing on his arm. "forgive me for wanting to be in control."

"you want to be in control? okay. fine, but you won't last long." he shrugs, sliding onto the bed behind you, eyes taking in the curve of your ass before you turn. "lay back, asswipe." "watch the attitude, or i'm shutting this shit down." he says, eyes serious as you feel your cheeks heat. you watch as he gets comfortable on his pillows, and you crawl over to him, your hands brushing against his sides as you straddle him. "we can go as slow as you want, okay?" his words are reassuring as his hands reach for your thighs, and you nod.

you take a deep breath, lightly letting your cunt drag along his length, his tip bumping your clit. you shiver, a buzz going up your legs as he takes your hips in his hands, manually guiding you over his cock. "did you read about this too?"

"shut up." you roll your eyes, his hands holding you in place. he looks…so convincing like this. like everything will go back to normal after this, like everything will be the same. he'll still be your best friend, and you'll still be desperately, hopelessly, stupidly in love with him. it's overwhelming, and you just bite your lip, shaking your head. "you're staring." "your dick is twitching, but i'm not saying shit." scoffing, you take him in your hand gently, lining him up with your aching center. you sink down slowly, the tip barely swiping your entrance when you grimace, a hiss escaping your lips as you screw your eyes shut. "i know, angel. here, let me help you." seungmin pulls you closer, his back against his headboard, careful not to pull out. you watch as his hand snakes between the two of you, his thumb softly circling your clit, your eyes threatening to close. "eyes open." you oblige, feeling a gush of arousal at his command, and you have no room to feel embarrassed when he begins to shallowly fuck into you, matching the pace of his thumb. your eyes are glossy as you move your hands to hold onto the headboard, your chest flush to his face. he kisses your shoulder, your soft whimpers music to his ears. 

"deeper? or stay like this?" he asks, voice shaking slightly, the warmth of your pussy almost staggering. it's humiliating how worked up you have him, but you need to stay humble. it helps him tolerate you. "d-deeper, is okay."

his arms wrap around your waist tightly, slowly pulling you down further, a whine escaping your throat as your hands move to his shoulders, your eyes meeting his. he's trying not to cum from the way your pretty cunt swallowed him so perfectly, taking him so well. made for him, just him. "m'so full, minnie." you clench around him, and it takes all his willpower not to finish. he's not far, he's practically seeing stars…but the way you're looking at him, you're so pretty, so ready to cry over his cock. he needs to drag this out as long as he can.

"y-you can move, if you want. p-please, want to feel you." you're pleading, he knows. he swallows, confidence wavering as he nods, slowly thrusting up into you, the squelch immediately catching his attention, eyes tearing from yours. he watches the way you take him, your body begging to be ruined by him. he moves a little faster, your mind beginning to blur as he falls into a rhythm. 

your nails are digging into his shoulders, your lip caught between your teeth as his hips rock against yours. his eyes flicker back to your face, and you manage a quick wink. he feels his cheeks burn beet red as he looks away. he feels like such a fucking virgin, when he is the one that's your first, not the other way around. pretty girl on his lap and he can't even look at you.

he wishes you had been his first, too, and he wishes you would have asked him sooner. you're so smart, you're so gorgeous, your lips taste like cinnamon sugar. fuck, he loves you. you're his best friend, you feel so good around him and you know him so well. he loves you, so fucking much.

his hips come to a slow, your moan drawing out as he drags his cock against your walls at an agonizing pace. "'still want to be in control, angel?" his lips press to your clavicle, and you nod against his neck. "will you tell me if it's good?"

he pulls you back, hand coming up to caress your face. "how could it not be, when it's you?"

you don't say a word, allowing his lips to meet yours in a chaste kiss. he slumps a bit, and you maneuver so his back is almost flat on the bed, and you try not to moan as the movement makes his cock hit you just right. "whenever you're ready, just use me how you want to." you feel a flutter in your stomach, giving an experimental roll of your hips, your hands flat on his side. raising your hips, your thighs tremble as you start a rhythm, bouncing on him carefully. he's watching you, the way you move so fluidly, like you're dancing. like you're enjoying him, using him, making his brain feel useless. he can't speak, just drinking in this picture of you he's never going to get to see again after tonight, taking in your throaty moans.

"m-minnie?" your eyes are low, your hands moving to his chest, pushing your breasts together. fuck, you are art. "y-yeah?" 

he can't even focus as you whimper, clamping around him like a vice, moving slightly faster. "m'close, i can't..i.." you're still looking at him, and he can't. he can't take it, using his strength to flip you on your back. he interlaces your fingers, pinning your hands above you as he roughly fucks into you, sharp cries falling from your lips.

his head dips, lips dragging along your jaw as he whispers in your ear. "this is where you belong. under me, begging for me. got it?"

you feel chills cover your body as you nod, "y-yes, god, yes." "good girl." he's so unsure of himself, he's so afraid he'll scare off your high but he needs to know. "did you mean what you said earlier?" he's speaking through gritted teeth, his eyes focused on the gloss in your eyes.

"hmm?" your brows furrow, your bitten lips slightly agape as his thrusts become sloppy, and he just shakes his head, opting to kiss you instead. hoping it'll help the knot in his stomach go away, hoping it will help you forget he asked. you can't help but pant into his mouth, feeling him smile against your lips. "you can let go, sweetheart. you did so well for me, yeah? i got you." you don't register how tightly you squeeze his fingers, or how deeply you're kissing him as you feel the white hot sensation rip through you. he's drunk off you, and you can feel him spurting inside you, his cum trickling out of you as his thrusts come to a slow, slow, stop.

but he doesn't, his lips don't. he can't stop kissing you, he doesn't want to talk. he doesn't want to tell you how you made him feel, how he can never see you the same again. he doesn't want to watch you walk out of his apartment tonight and possibly never be able to talk you again. he doesn't want to ever, ever hear about you doing this with some other guy, but he made his bed. 

your thighs are trembling around him, and you tug your fingers out of his grasp, pulling as far away from his mouth as you physically can. he pouts, chasing after them, only stopping when your eyes blink slowly at him.

"you alright?" his voice is soft, almost scared. you nod, swallowing thickly as you look away, tears forming in your eyes. "ah, talk to me, y/n. it's okay." "i meant it. what i said, earlier. i…don't know why i said it, i never planned on saying it. i'm sorry if it's going to make things awkward." you feel a tear escape, your hand quickly pawing it away. "awkward? with you? it’s not possible." he murmurs, and you glance at him, but he's staring at the pillows above your head.

"but you don't feel the same way." you say, almost as if you're trying not to hurt your feelings by letting your own words reject you, instead of him. he shifts, and you realize he's still inside you. he props himself up on his elbows, hands holding his head up as he peers at you. "you think i don't?"

"i know you don't." you laugh coldly, and he smiles. "yeah, miss sex expert? you know everything? did you read that, too?"

"ugh, stop. i'm never telling you anything again." you're becoming increasingly aware of your nudity, and seungmin can feel the hot flame of shame creeping up his back. he shakes his head, hating the way his blushing cheeks burn so bright. "i want you to tell me everything, forever. i love knowing you, i love trusting you. i'm glad you trusted me with this."

you can't look at him. his hand moves to make you look at him, fingers lightly squeezing your jaw. "and i meant what i said, too. you can't fuck anyone else. only i can see you like this, okay?"

his eyes are searching your face, watching you attempt to nod. "and…" he sighs, feeling tears prick at his eyes. "and i love you. i love your smile, and how you laugh when you play sex songs in the car. i love when we split cinnamon rolls, because you always try to take the bigger piece as if i won't just let you have it. i love when you say my name because it rolls so nicely off your tongue. i love how you move so effortlessly, and how you remember every little thing about anyone, ever. i love that you're funny, and you're so passionate. i love that you're so smart, far too smart to think that i wouldn't sell my soul to live an eternity by your side." his voice is trembling, and your eyes are wide and full of tears, full of adoration, of love for the stupid boy hovering above you.

"i love you, please. please say you're mine." his tears spill, and your lips part, a soft sob escaping as you pull him close, the cool metal of his necklace dragging against your damp skin. "i'm yours, always. i'm yours, i'm yours, i'm yours. i love you." you mumble against his lips, your tears mixing with his on your cheeks.

"thank fuck, i was about to end it all thinking about you doing that fucking trick on someone else." he mutters, and you snort as he buries his face. "that wasn't in the article, funnily enough. it just felt like the right thing to do. think if i pierced my clit, it'd feel better for you?" you ponder aloud, and he nips at your skin.

"don't even start, i haven't even pulled out." he groans, and you laugh loudly. "you're so pretty." he pouts, and rolls his eyes as they start filling with tears, your hand quickly wiping the ones that spilled. "is this going to happen every time? i kind of hate it."

"god, i hope so. i love seeing you like this for me." you tease, and he scrunches his nose. "shut up. stay humble, it's the only way i tolerate you." he nuzzles his nose back into your neck, and you let him stay there, carding your fingers through his hair.

"y/n?"

"yes, seungmin?" "i'm yours, you know that?"

"mmm, i do now. just mine?" "just yours. always." he nods as he pulls himself off you, placing a kiss on your temple, before brushing his lips on the shell of your ear. "someone has to fuck the attitude out of you, and i'm so glad it's gonna be me." you feel your skin heat at his words, and you smack him lightly. he gives a playful thrust, making you gasp before slowly pulling out. "you're off the hook for now, my angel. let's get you cleaned up." he doesn't stop kissing your face in the shower, or when he's shampooing your hair. he doesn't stop kissing your shoulders as he towels you dry, or your tummy when he works lotion into your skin. he can't keep his hands off you, even when you say you need to put clothes on. he can't get enough of the burn of your skin against his, and moves as fast as a human possibly can stripping the sheets off his bed and replacing them. 

he can't stop, and he won't stop kissing you, splitting cinnamon rolls with you, or singing sex songs in the car. he can't stop, and he won't stop, supporting you at your recitals and fucking you stupid as a reward. he can't stop, and he won't stop filling your cup until it's overflowing, making you laugh until you cry, and dragging moans of his name from your throat.

he can't stop, and he will never stop, loving you.

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IT'S A LITTLE FROG I CAN'T BREATHE

12:34 AM | kim seungmin

genre: friends to something more, mostly fluffy with a pinch of angst

warning(s): slightly suggestive, some swearing

word count: 705

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Despite being under two layers of Seungmin’s soft blankets, you can't help but shiver underneath their coziness. The cold was normally bearable although this year’s winter says otherwise. Your teeth start to chatter and you wrap your arms around yourself, hoping to get some warmth.

Seungmin was busy arranging snacks for the both of you. This was the last night before winter break and the both of you wanted to celebrate all the late-nights and endless procrastination you both pulled throughout the semester. It wasn’t easy getting through another academic year... although... Seungmin. Kim Seungmin. Your dearest friend. Him. He. He made it more than bearable.

He was your rock when shit went down when your roommates started being shitty towards you. Your dorm room was supposed to be your safe space, your home. But Seungmin was more than generous enough to let you hang out in his apartment. You kinda felt bad as it felt like you were invading his personal space but he made it clear to you that it doesn’t matter. All he cared for is your well-being. He never made you feel like shit for staying over. In fact, he was more than happy whenever you came over to keep him company.

Seungmin also shares the same sentiment as you making his semester more than bearable. Last academic year was his year of isolation. It was hell for him to say the least. The lack of interaction with people slowly ate him up and life felt lonelier than ever. That was until you came into the picture.

Towards the tail end of the academic year last year, both of you collided with each other like it was fate. Quite literally. You were heading to the library to study for your finals and he was headed to the campus cafe to get his daily dose of iced americano. As you turned right on a corner, you felt a body crash to yours.

You were expecting a strong and painful impact though a strong arm that had gripped on your waist prevented you from hitting the concrete sidewalk. You slowly opened your eyes, delightfully surprised that a handsome face was right in front of yours. Inches away yours.

“Fuck are you alright? I’m really sorry about that.” And it seems that this handsome face also has a mellifluous voice.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you alright?” The very same mellifluous voice brings you back to the present moment.

He was a few feet away from the couch you were sitting on. You nod although that doesn’t seem to satisfy him.

Seungmin sits next to you. He joins you under the blankets and that’s when he felt your shivering. Your body felt cold to touch when his arms brushed against yours.

“Hey,” he beckons, “come closer to me.”

You nod again and you scoot closer. Just a little more. He was like a fireplace radiating warmth and comfort, melting all the coldness away as he soothes and calms your soul. You needed more of his heat.

“Seung. I need more.”

And so, he places his hands on your waist and brings you upon to sit on his lap. You instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. It was perfect. Your torsos pressed upon each other like they’re one. More of his warmth is seeping to your body. The way that he looks at you with such gentleness brings warmth over to the apples of your cheeks.

You hope he doesn’t take note of it. Seungmin does take note of it, much to his delight. He brings his face closer to yours, his forehead against yours and he smiles with such joy.

You also smile with joy. You thought it was cute that your noses were rubbing against each other.

It was hard to not notice how your lips were only a mere centimeters away. Lips that were only a whisper away from each other. Both of you wanted to relish this moment together. How the feeling of your lips almost brushing upon each other felt so tantalizing.

“Seungmin. I want to stay like this forever.” You finally broke the silence.

“I’ll never let you go sweetheart." He wrapped his arms tighter around your body.

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A/N: Hi everyone!!! It's Milan and I want to thank you for reading my first fic! I hope you guys enjoy!!! I know it's pretty short but I hope to put out more fics in the coming weeks while it's still Winter Break :D I hope you have a great day!

Forbidden fruit

Genre: 18+, smut, angst

Cw: Demon!Minho x Human!FemReader, obsession, ownership, dark themes, toxicity and jealousy, apocalypse, violent thoughts, religious imagery(?), unprotected sex (it's the end of the world, leave them be)

Wc: 4.3k

Summary: Minho shatters the very fabric of reality to claim you as his own.

AN: I have been looking for an excuse to write hot demon minho ugh, thanks so much for this request! (sorry hyunjin)

You were the forbidden fruit all over again, dangling in front of him and tempting him into madness- consuming his entire being. The unattainability of you drove him to the brink of insanity. He watched you up there, enjoying your human life, jealousy coursing through him and dragging him under like an unyielding storm every time you weren't alone.

Minho's obsession with you was an all encompassing force, an unrelenting current that swept through the depths of his existence. Every waking moment became a tapestry woven with thoughts of you, threads of desire intertwining with the fabric of his reality.

But he didn't have you, couldn't have you.

It was cruel, the way everything about you shaped the contours of his world. If you were happy, so was he, and if you were sad- Minho's entire existence threatened crumbling with the guilt he felt from being unable to help.

From the image of your smile to the lingering echoes of your laughter, your presence etched itself in the recesses of his mind.

The demon knew that your soul was destined for somewhere he wasn't able to reach, somewhere celestial and inherently good. The contrast between the ethereal nature of your soul and his tormented one only fueled the flames of his obsession with you. He longed to be close to something so pure, to touch and tangle within something that wasn't tainted and marred like everything around him.

The labyrinth of his emotional state was in chaos, the chains of desire anchoring him to you- and yet cruelly pulling him back when the temptation became too much. He was convinced it must've been another layer of punishment, another layer of eternal suffering for him.

So cruel. Hell was so cruel.

Recently though, a new figure had entered your life, someone who lingered and endured longer than anyone before despite Minho's fury. He watched as your connection deepened, the mere thought of you sharing tender moments with another enlighting a rage that crashed and burned through his insides like the very fires of hell that tortured millions.

Something dark and malevolent stirred within him, an unsettling force that eclipsed his better judgement.

The intense desire to rid your life of your new companion gnawed at his brain, it whispered insidious promises of relief for his torment- a promise that you would be his once he eradicated the competition.

He could make it painless.

Of course he didn't want to, what he wanted was to grip his claws into this new man's heart and throw him deep into the depths of hell- let the flames torture and unravel the fragile sanity of yet another poor human soul while he watched with pride.

But he could make it painless, if it's what you would want.

You would want that.

Your thoughts were too kind to match Minho's desires, and if anything he was driven by a twisted devotion to your happiness more than his own, as long as he was able to indulge in that same happiness by your side.

Some sort of presence lingered around you like an invisible shroud, casting an eery shadow over you.

The feeling had persisted for a while, and sometimes it reached an intensity that made you long for nothing more than isolation. It was as if a weight clung to your every move, a force that stopped the simple act of just living your life freely. At times, the urge to retreat to your room became overwhelming, a desperate attempt to shield yourself from the unseen thing that wrapped around your existence like a fog.

The ominous aura had become a somewhat of a companion, a constant reminder that something sinister lurked in the shadows, waiting to creep out and make itself seen. Although you recognised how eery the presence around you was, it didn't feel harmful- not to you.

You had been accused of fraternising with the devil by a random passerby as you were navigating the busy city one day. He yelled and screamed that you needed an excorsist until he was dragged away for causing a public disturbance, that was the only day that you felt the stares of everyone linger on you no matter where you went.

That's the girl, they'd whisper, the devil worshipper.

You realised that this thing around you could be sensed by other people, and you wondered why not one person other than that fateful stranger had mentioned this threatening aura to you before.

Maybe they all talked behind your back, exchanged words of disdain and whispered that you weren't to be trusted.

Despite everything, the thing was sometimes strangely comforting. A slightly weird reminder that you were never truly alone when you felt it.

It was protection, you felt protected when it weighed down on you.

"Are you there?" Hyunjin smiled, briefly waving a hand in front of your eyes to bring you back to the current events unfolding behind your clouded eyes.

Hyunjin was sweet, he was caring, and he was kind too- an artist, he loved and found the beauty in even the most mundane and dark things of the world. You wondered if that's how he felt about you. That there was beauty in you amidst the darkness that seemed to encapsulate you wherever you went.

But, you found that whenever you put yourself within close proximity of Hyunjin- that aura seemed to intensify, double and triple and grow exponentially until you had to excuse yourself and just get away. That had been a reason for many times that your dates had been cut short.

You could tell it weighed him down too, but he didn't give up so easily like every other prospective romantic partner did.

"Sorry," you shook your head with a tired laugh, "headache."

The man nodded in understanding while he pursed his lips.

"I was thinking.." He started, twiddling his thumbs as his eyes skimmed over the menu for the small cafe that you'd decided to visit with him. "What if we just stayed in? You said you feel okay at home.. right?"

"Yeah, it's bearable at home," you hummed.

It wasn't a terrible idea.

Your home was your safe space after all- where the presence always wanted you to be, you hoped that maybe it would accept this change of plans.

"Alright, let's get out of here."

Minho, consumed by a rage unlike anything he had ever known, felt the surge of emotions clawing at the seams of his being and threatening to shatter him into pieces.

How dare this man invite himself into your home?!

You didn't really want him there, he knew you didn't, why would you?

You had him.

What else could you need?

The intensity of his fury was immeasurable, as if the very fabric of reality strained under the weight of his anger. His otherworldly wrath transcended everything, bypassed the barriers of normal mortal emotion and caused the realms themselves to quiver and shake in response to him.

He needed to get to you.

The manifestation of his anger unraveled the chains keeping him tethered to his torturous residence and echoed throughout all of existence as he shattered the barriers that seperated him and you.

A sea of conflicting feelings surged within him. Amidst the chaos, a perverse sense of catharsis washed over him—a twisted euphoria at the prospect of finally wrenching you away from the celestial clutches that seemed to hold you captive.

You didn't really want heaven, you didn't really want that man.

You wanted him.

He was made for you.

He was what you needed.

He could keep you safe.

Better than any celestial angel.

The notion of claiming you as his own, defying the forces that dictated your destiny, stoked the fire of Minho's unraveling sanity. He supposed it didn't matter anymore, your soul wouldn't be going anywhere. Minho had just unleashed the end of the metaphysical worlds just to get you away from Hyunjin.

Unaware of the arcane chaos erupting in the unseen dimensions, you and the artist made the peaceful journey from the cafe back to your house.

The air was thick with an eery calmness, different to how it usually felt when you were around him- maybe this thing around you finally accepted him. It was like it had finally stopped watching you, turned it's attention to something else and decided to let you live your life.

You should've been happy.

You didn't have to wonder where it had gone for long, because the second you and Hyunjin set foot on your doorstep you knew something was wrong. A sense of unease washed over you, instinctively knowing that it was here- it was inside. The very house itself seemed to pulse with the unseen presence that usually followed you around- stronger than before, something way worse than before.

"Wh-what the fuck?"

Your gaze turned to Hyunjin from over your shoulder, he cowered away in fear- a few steps back from where you were stood, being pulled away by the urge to survive. It was as if whatever was inside that house despised the mere thought of his existence.

The stage was set for a collision of worlds, with your unsuspecting home at the center of the natural versus the supernatural.

"I-I'm sorry I.. I can't- I need to leave, I can't do this."

You could only give him a sad smile as you watched the man practically sprint back the way that the two of you had walked hand in hand.

You didn't blame him.

Turning your attention back to your door, you noticed that with every step further away that the artist took the anger within the house calmed.

As you stepped into your home, hell itself washed over you, a suffocating wave of tension that had you almost gasping for fresh air. Whatever fog that had filled this house seemed to thicken with an unsettling energy, casting shadows that whispered of this presence's desperate actions to claim you.

Standing amidst the darkness of your home, it locked eyes with you.

With eyes as deep and impenetrable as the abyss itself, his gaze, completely black, held an intensity that terrified you- but you couldn't bring yourself to look away.

A strange allure emanated from him.

His wings held an ominous elegance, each feather black and folding into one another, coming together to entwine into his back. They unfolded with a haunting beauty, an extension of his tumultuous existence, and you sucked in a gasp as the span of them reached larger than your entire living room before they fell back behind his figure.

A black tail peaked out from behind his legs, curling around in the air and swashing back and forth- reminding you slightly of a cat who was intrigued.

And then there were the horns emerging from the top of his head with a sinister elegance, definitely not supposed to spark admiration deep in your heart.

Other than those striking features, he looked rather human.

The word "mine" lingered unspoken from him, he didn't have to say it- you could feel it in the very air between the two of you, making your throat constrict because of the pure possession he felt towards you.

"It's you."

Your voice was barely above a whisper, the shock of the situation quickly fading away to a strange feeling of content now that he was finally here.

"I've torn through realms for you, my love, I've shattered reality itself to see you, to keep you alone, for myself."

Minho's voice cut through the tension with an unexpected softness, a gentle and calm tone that resonated withing you like a sirens call. He was beckoning you towards him with a hypnotic sound. It was if everything else was melting away and all that mattered was the manifestation of obsession itself in front of you.

He was the eye of the storm, the calm within whatever chaos that he had unleashed just to get to you.

"Our souls have always been intertwined," Minho murmured with a haunting tenderness, each word a delicate caress that eased your anxiety. He stepped closer, his wings unfurling gently to envelop you in their embrace. The blackness of his eyes looked as if to deepen even further than you thought possible.

"You feel it, don't you?" he continued, the softness in his voice intensifying the magnetic pull between you. The question hung in the air, a subtle acknowledgment of the cosmic forces that bound your fates together. A fate that he had written himself.

You did, you really did.

That's what it was, why despite the almost creepy circumstances you weren't afraid, if anything the feeling you felt instead was more like comfort. The way it had always been, ever since his presence started to weigh on you, all he ever brought you was comfort in the end.

You nodded to him, and he smiled.

His wings ushered you closer to him and it was almost instantly that the ease you just had dissapeared- replaced by an insatiable urge to go further. To touch his soul, tangle within it.

"We were meant to be together you see," Minho raised his hand to hold your cheek. "But your soul isn't like mine."

His gentle touch traced a path over your bottom lip, sending a shiver down your spine. The demon's palm drifted under your jaw, his nails dragging lightly down your neck, and you felt as if you could feel him corrupting your soul with every second your skin was in contact with his.

"Your soul is naive... pure... so very kind," he uttered softly, a murmur that was not unlike an incantation. Pausing to press his hand over your heart, Minho seemed entranced by your soul. "Feels... heavenly."

You could smell him in front of you, it was so strong- a smoky musk, reminiscent of the flames he was constantly enveloped in, mixed with a strange mature floral scent that was similar in a sense to his mysterious beauty.

It was like everything about you was made to draw you in, the very object of your desires stood in front of you- yearning for you himself.

"Your soul wasn't heading to the same place mine was," Minho confessed, his voice carrying the weight of his actions.

As you whispered, "wasn't?" the question hung in the air.

"I couldn't help it," he hummed, the admission tinged with a melancholic melody. "I wanted you with me, but it doesn't matter anymore."

"Doesn't matter anymore?"

Minho's face remained scarily blank, a mask that concealed the weight of a truth he hesitated to unveil. The silence hung in the air as if the very fabric of reality depended on the words he chose.

Of course it didn't, he thought to himself, there was no saving reality now.

Minho hesitated, his gaze flickering away for a moment, a fleeting glimpse of guilt beneath the surface. He didn't want to tell you the world was ending because he was stood before you, anchored by an undying obsession that was worth more than everything.

You were worth more than existence in his eyes.

Instead, he simply uttered, "Nothing matters anymore, except this moment."

In the stillness, Minho's words lingered, creating a surreal atmosphere that felt as if it stopped time itself. As you gazed into his eyes, searching for answers within the depths of his black gaze, the air crackled with energy.

Suddenly, a distant rumble echoed, like the harbinger of a storm- yet the both of you knew it was much more than thunder and lightning that was heading your way. The walls of your home quivered, shadows danced with an eery urgency, and the very ground beneath you seemed to tremble slightly.

With a heavy sigh, Minho took a step closer, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Everything will come to an end," he admitted, his voice a fragile whisper. The revelation hung in the air, a chilling acknowledgment that the world as you knew it was falling apart, and it was because this demon needed you so badly he was willing to risk everything just to have you for a moment.

"Won't you indulge me, in our last moments?"

"I don't even know your name." You whispered, voice barely audible.

You could feel his breath hitting your face, one hand holding your hip, the other your chin, his wings were wrapped around your entire body- you couldn't escape him even if you'd wanted to.

"My name is Minho."

"Minho.."

You tried it out, and it just felt right, as if his name was meant to be spoken from your tongue and no one else's- like no word you had ever said previously was worth your voice.

"Have I not done enough to prove my love?"

"You've done plenty."

"Then let me have you."

The world crumbling around you was enough convincing for you to respond with an almost silent whisper of consent, reaching up to fist his shirt in your palm.

Minho smiled, the urges that had tormented him for so long were finally allowed to come to fruition- his lips pressed against yours. They were soft, despite how he looked, the same as every other part of him.

He was soft and romantic despite the violence he unleashed on every inhabitant of your world and his.

He was soft and calming despite being a demon.

And he kissed you like he'd never gotten close to any semblance of peace before this moment- desperate and needy, his hands and his wings tugging you against him like it was you that was falling apart and not existence itself.

"I want the world to end while we're together," he whispered against you.

"We are together."

He shook his head, gently placing you down on your couch without the same sense of urgency that he'd had seconds before when he was simply kissing you.

Minho hovered above you, connecting your lips once more- this time nothing more than teasing touches here and there as he ghostly touched his hands to the sides of your torso.

"I've waited an eternity to embrace you," the demon nudged his head into your neck, the rounded point of his horn scratching lightly into your scalp. "I want to do it while the world fades around us."

"You're embracing me right now."

You knew what he meant.

Minho frowned into your shoulder, about to lean up until he felt one of your hands wrap around one of his horns- tugging him up to face you instead.

"Kiss me properly," you muttered, both hands now clutching the appendages on his head. "We don't have time for this."

He nodded, biting at your bottom lip until it started to sting and your mouth fell open, letting him push deeper- kiss you harder, sucking at where he had broken your skin.

Minho let out a deep growl that resonated deep within you, past your stomach and somewhere between your legs instead- the noise transcending into some sort of soft purring sound as you squeezed and massaged the tips of his horns.

Minho felt like he was ascending, like his soul was being redeemed just by being so close to you like this- it was addicting, he was addicted to you.

He couldn't get enough, tongues and teeth clashing together as the demon became more desperate to have you, to be one with you and your soul while everything came to an end around you.

Within the chaos, the two of you had ended up naked together- the demon on top of you, pausing for a moment to savour the sight of your body below him.

Your hands travelled across his strong arms, caressing his shoulders and admiring him for the first and last time. He sucked in a breath as your fingers danced over the junction between his wings and shoulder blades, tracing back and forth and curiously observing the texture change between skin and feather.

"Are your wings sensitive?"

Minho nodded.

"In a good way?"

His deep black eyes swirled with lust, confirmation of the latter question.

You gently closed your hands around the spine of them, pushing your head up to capture his lips as you tugged and ripped a strangled gasp from his throat that made you bite your lip.

"What about your tail?"

You reached out, waiting for it to come and coil around your wrist and make itself known from behind him- it was soft and felt the same as his wings, it had a feel that you could've compared to a crushed velvet as it swished between your fingers.

Pulling on it didn't coax the same gasp from his lips, instead a yelp that bled into a moan and hung in the air like a deep dark secret that you had just dug from the depths of his soul.

Minho didn't wait any longer to indulge in you, pushing deep inside until his hips were touching yours- your hands grappling to hold him and anchor yourself down, to stay grounded amidst the pleasure.

Would it be so bad to let yourself float away?

There was a lingering sorrow beneath everything, the knowledge that the end of everything as you knew it was because you existed in the first place, because of the desperate actions of a demon who clearly had never been in his right mind. He was a force that should not have ever been given the power bestowed upon him, should not have ever been given the right to observe the mortal world as a pastime, should not have been given a reason for his existence outside of the supernatural realm.

The love he shared with you was his last ditch attempt to escape the darkness that had been consuming him before you were ever in the picture. You were the one spark that lit his flame, his reason for existing and his reason for ending it all too.

There was a beauty in that.

Something was happening to him, he was overcome by a powerful tsunami of unknowing emotions- the urge to consume you whole, the urge to go further dancing within the fragile snapping strings of his sanity.

What else did he have to lose?

Minho buried his head in your shoulder, listening to the gentle yet desperate moans that he coaxed away from your throat, feeling his throat start to form a choking lump from the guilt of it all as it started to creep up to him and weigh on his conscience.

He was supposed to have you for longer than this.

"M-minho.." You whispered through a hiss, tugging hard on his wings and making him squeeze his eyes tightly shut.

"Y/n," the demon whispered back to you.

He would leave his guilt for afterwards, now- all he wanted was to fulfill what he had been waiting an eternity to feel. You underneath him, wrapped around him, limbs and tongues intertwined until everything ripped away around you. The demon swallowed, his thirst for you unquenchable and taking over his salvageable thoughts, he wanted to be drunk on you.

He had been drunk on you ever since he found you.

Minho's obsession with you hadn't dawned like a gradual sunrise, it was a crashing current of emotion that drowned him in an insatiable longing the second he saw your smiling face.

Instead- the urge to spill inside of you was what gradually rose through his system, causing his muscles to tense and seize up as the warmth and tightness of you brought him closer and closer to a tipping point.

Your hands split, giving him a break from the painful pleasure of how you pulled on his wings. But as your fingers danced across his red hot skin, one hand gripping his right horn and the other wrapping around his tail, his climax dangled above him like a carrot on a stick.

"Love.." He whispered, the end of his annunciation breaking into something of a whimper.

"Please, Minho, don't stop," you almost cried.

He wouldn't, couldn't.

He'd drive himself into torturous overstimulation to make sure that you felt the waves of pleasure lapping every nerve in your body.

"Never."

The demon was thankful that it didn't come to that, feeling your walls constrict and spasm around him after a few more deep thrusts. He swallowed your moans with his tongue, sighing into your neck when you surrendered your body for him to take his high from.

He held you close, so gently and tenderly as he pushed into you over and over- feeling your legs quiver and fold around his waist until he stilled. He fell flat against you, a groan resonating in the bottom of his chest and rumbling through his throat as he buried all of himself within you.

Together, wrapped in eachothers embrace, you and Minho lied at the heart of the unraveling of reality- finding comfort in the final warmth of a twisted twisted love. The bittersweet moment, your last moment, you spent staring into the black oblivion of the demons eyes as the storm played you both into the final silence.

The outside world devolved into the same inky darkness. Minho's grasp tightened around you, and your souls embraced eachother in the infinite expanse of nothingness.

If anything lingered, it was the echoes of his obsession- the reason for everything, the reason for the nothing.

Nothing mattered now, there was nothing left.

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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴄʜᴀɴ x ɢɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ/ᴄʀʏᴘᴛɪᴅꜱ ᴀᴜ, ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ, ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ (𝘧𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘳), ᴀ ᴘɪɴᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ, ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛᴜᴀʟ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ?? (𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ꜱᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ, ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ɢᴏʀᴇ, ᴍɪɴᴅꜰᴜᴄᴋ (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘭), ᴍᴏɴꜱᴛᴇʀꜱ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ… (𝘪 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘵𝘧𝘰 𝘪𝘨? 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘤. 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯🎉 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤. 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦)

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟸𝟸𝟿𝟼

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Chan walks in stride beside you, making a conscious effort not to outpace you. His hands rest deep in his pockets, and he casts occasional sidelong glances your way. You walk on in silence, with only the soft grinding crunch of gravel beneath your feet.

The edge of the forest comes into view, and beyond that, a meadow with tall, yellow flowers swaying in the breeze. Further ahead, a white house with black shutters sits nestled into a hilltop. It's so big that it could easily be used as a hotel, but as far as you can tell, it looks abandoned. Long cracks, like lightning streaks, run along its plastered façade; some several stories high.

A warm, gentle sensation, akin to sunlight breaking through the clouds, washes over you. It draws your attention away from your thoughts, enveloping you in the wonder of the surroundings. Soft clouds lazily float overhead, cicadas buzz, birds sing in beautiful melodies, and a breeze blows through the tall grasses. It all seems to move as one, like waves in an ocean. Everything whispers and hums in contentment as you pass by, all in serene harmony with each other.

Nimble fingers curl around yours, and piercing, dark eyes reel you back in. "Come on now, it's just ahead," he says with a soft smile that eases the tension from your journey.

“Slow down!” you shout and laugh, barely keeping your footing as he sets a quickened pace. A smile spreads across your face so wide that your nose crinkles. The entrance comes into view. Red paint covers the massive beveled wood door, more than twice your height. You can tell it's solid. The brass hinges are the size of storybooks. The thing must weigh a metaphorical ton.

"Well, shall we go in?" The warmth of his smile bleeds into his words. A lightness, a shimmer of youthful anticipation, flickers in his eyes, which you've yet to see. 

You stand there, stock-still, doing nothing but watching his eyes. They soften you so much that it's almost trance-like the way they captivate you. They carry a depth you've never known before, yet shine with delight and mystery. Not a shred of worry, no hint of deceit, no hesitation. 

"Y/n?" Chan's head tilts as he calls for your attention.

"Oh... um, yeah! Yes, let's go in."

You smooth out the fabric at your front, more a thing of habit than of nerves, and pass over the threshold of the weathered estate. You step through the doorframe you're sure could fit a grown adult elephant, and immediately, the interior takes your breath away.

You expected light passing through large window panes and scattered dusty vintage furnishings, creaky oak floors, and cobwebs. Anything really. But you blink and stare into darkness. Pure black with more nothingness. Less than nothing, actually. A chill descends over your being when the word "absence" comes to mind, like someone's rung a bell in your head, and suddenly you're fully awake.

The air, or lack thereof, is stagnant and suffocating, like your lungs can't grasp anything, can't pull anything in. You dig your fingers into your collar, working to loosen the fabric around your neck even a little bit, but it does nothing. Your breaths are shallow and quick; desperate.

The Absence begins to spin around you. In an instant, you notice nothing below your feet either, just more nothing that goes on endlessly. Your body begins to drift, and the room is gone in its entirety. No waypoint can be seen. You start thrashing and kicking, losing a shoe in the process. But you never hear it drop, never hear the point of impact; that's gone too. You panic, full-fledged panic. Your chest attempts to heave, to suck in a breath, but... more nothing. You attempt to scream for anyone, but nothing comes of it, just more pain and panic. Tears well above your quivering cheeks but never fall; they stick to your lashes and stay there like they’re in suspended animation.

Abruptly, your lungs fill with air. They ache like this is your first breath, each attempt to inhale a painful stuttering, as if the organs have never been used before this moment. Now up feels like down, and all the blood rushes to your head, making your stomach flip. 

You plummet.

Your body crashes onto the ground, landing on your side with a jolt. Your hip takes the brunt of the impact, and your shoulder bears the remainder of the fall. Your head bounces from the residual impact, and now you're sure your ear is bleeding. 

What is this? What the hell is this? The texture is thick and unsettlingly lukewarm, like soup left out uneaten for a day in the height of summer. You catch the scent of iron, and you touch your ear. It's not bleeding; you know this blood isn't yours. You scream. This time the sound finally carries, and you scramble to your feet, slipping and sliding, grasping and clawing at anything you can get leverage on, that is until you look up.

The sky is cast in a dark red haze. The day that was—has turned to night. Everything feels wrong. Off. Like you want to rip your skin off and be reborn somewhere else, anywhere else. You cry out in a long sob, pathetic and pleading like an abandoned puppy left to die.

“Chan?” You’re frozen in a state of dread as old curdling blood runs down your arms, your sides, your legs. Fuck, you got some in your mouth. You spit in between sobs. You’re in a damn puddle of this shit.

“Channie!?” you croak out. Throat quickly worse for wear. You call out again. Something cuts you off. Gets your attention. A deep, reverberant thud and the scrape of metal on… stone? Fuck, did it really matter what? Something was approaching rapidly. 

“I've had enough of this!” You catch your bearings, grabbing hold of a branch to gain stability. The sound moves faster. Swifter. It’s picking up speed. “What the fuck!”

You dash into the tree line because honestly it’s all you can see. It’s like you’re in a stupor. Like you’ve been drugged. Fear turns into pure adrenaline as you hurdle your way over bushes and thick tree roots. Your breaths are already ragged. You wipe blood from your face and eyes. From your mouth and neck. You trip, hitting hard on the forest floor. It's coming. It's faster still. The jingle of metal and the grind and grit of stone and metal makes you feel sick. 

“Channie, where are you?!” you call out, looking around frantically. You pick yourself up. 

What the hell is that thing? 

Where the hell am I?!

Fear gets the better of you and you glance back. You gasp like all the oxygen is ripped from your lungs. There’s so much. So much that’s so unnatural. So wrong with what you see before you. You can’t process much—but the eyes. Oh, the blood red, pulsing of its eyes… 

You hit a wall. It must be solid brick because you swear you see God when your head bounces off something once again. You try to scramble upward, but you’re out of time. You turn and your eyes meet that dreadful, gut-twisting gaze as it charges at a sickening speed. You shut your eyes and call out to scream as it goes for your throat. 

You’re pulled in through the wall behind you. You thrash and slam your fists against your captor's body. 

“Y/n, It's okay! I've got you! You’re safe now!”

You open your eyes. Body shaking like you’re freezing, arms wrapping around you tightly. You shake your head in a double take. It's Chan. 

You look around. You're in a room with polished tiles and walls adorned with floral patterns. The soft light from a dozen or so candles flickers all around, illuminating Chan's face. He's remarkably handsome... Your stomach knots and you realize you're fixating on his perfectly formed lips. Your eyes lock with his and he arches an eyebrow in silent question, radiating an almost tangible sense of awareness.

You look away hastily. The smirk is barely distinguishable on his features, but it’s definitely there. He places you on the floor, ever so gently, like you're made of glass or something. You look at the newly created space between you, stomach still in a frenzy, but you’re pulled away from silly thoughts by the sheer lack of blood that’s no longer covering you from head to toe. The memory comes screaming back and punches you straight in the gut. Wtf. 

You crumble to the floor, fingers digging into your hair as you shrink down into yourself, utterly confounded. “Channie... I... What?”

You look up, and Chan's expression has you instantly captivated. 

Terrified. His expression is pained, then you recognize the look—remorse. 

You feel a shift in your demeanor. “Chan?” 

"Listen, Y/n," he swallows the lump in his throat, and it doesn't go unnoticed. "You're safe now." His eyes are pleading, voice steady, like he’s at odds with the emotions he’s trying to convey and what he actually feels.

"What the hell was that?!" You shriek. You want to break down and cry.

"I can–" His posture stiffens up. He sighs, shuts his eyes and reopens them to the same calm, near serene look you've come to know so well. "Listen. It's over now. There's nothing to worry about. As I said, you're safe." 

He lays a hand on your shoulder, squeezing lightly as if that’s going to shake you out of your distraught rage. It doesn't work. He breathes out, loosening the tension he’s holding, and drops down to meet you at eye level. 

Chan softly lifts your chin with a tender touch, encouraging you to meet his gaze. "So long as you stay with me, you're safe."

You're unimpressed to put it simply, and fucking hell you want answers, but apparently you need to rest first because your body drops toward the tiled floor, far past the point of exhaustion. Chan catches you before you hit the cold stone below. He hauls you up into his arms bridal style. Your eyes flicker open to meet his once again, and you recall the throbbing, pained sensation from just a few minutes ago. Your muscles still sting from falling, running, hitting a fucking wall, but how could that have happened? Are you insane? Like in one of those asylums where you make up your own reality and fall desperately in love with the orderly? Your head is pounding. Trying to analyze everything just leaves you even more confused as to what actually transpired.

He readjusts you, your head laying on his chest as a result. It brings you back to your current reality. 

"What are you doing?" you groaned against him weakly.

"I'm putting you to bed."

Your brows knit deeply in displeasure, "I don't want to sleep, I want answers!" you insist gruffly. "I also wish to stand on my own two fucking legs," you grumble, voice beginning to fail from exhaustion.

He doesn't respond but continues to carry you, bracing you against him snuggly as he takes you up a curved marble staircase. He doesn't give in to your requests so you melt into him. The need for rest makes your eyes heavy and overrides your need to be ruthlessly stubborn. His bitter, smoky scent seems oddly familiar, but you can't place it, and your eyes get heavier still. Your arms and legs begin to go slack, and you sink down further in his grasp. The soft fabric of his shirt feels so wonderful against your cheek, so comforting, like everything is lulling you to sleep in such a way that it feels enchanting.

"This isn't over, you know." The words sound slurred as they leave your lips.

He hums in answer. 

"I mean it."

"I know you do." A large, warm hand smooths over your back and you think it must be another way to further coax you into sleep, or at least to shut you up.

Feeling like you’ve essentially been carried like an infant, he places you down carefully. The bed is soft, like you're being laid on fresh whipped meringue, and you sink into the mattress, eyes finally fluttering closed.

Chan pulls a thick comforter over your body. He can't help but notice the way your body shivers, and it troubles him. While he's confident you'll be alright, he’s still kicking himself for not pulling you out of that hellscape sooner. A soft snore emanating from the bed takes him out of his burdened mind. He would really rather not think about what could have happened. His eyes are tired, lids heavy, his features drop like he hasn't slept in days. He overexerted himself, but you're asleep, you're okay. He doesn't have to hide his exhaustion for now.

Another hushed snore makes the corners of his lips curve ever so slightly upward. He chews his lip through his tired smile. He dreads tomorrow, how the hell is he going to explain? He wants to tell the truth, but he doesn't think he can. You're probably safer that way, anyway. He brushes back the hair that's stuck to your face, and with that, he turns to leave. 

"Channie?"

He stops in his tracks. Your voice calling to him from his bed shouldn't make him feel this horrid crushing weight in his chest, but I guess that's what it's come to. 

"Yes?"

"Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."

He takes a deep breath and settles into the plush armchair by the bedside.

"Thank you,” you whisper, a faint smile lingering on your lips before sleep reclaims you.

Authors note:

actually posted this miracle child on halloween holy shit im so rusty i haven't posted since cov.19... jokes on yall everyone lollll

comments and general screaming;hollering;howling about my rusty ass writing is always welcome. ty for reading >:)))