Marred Marriage | Seo Changbin

marred marriage | seo changbin

pairing: husband! seo changbin x gold digger! fem! reader

genre: marriage au, suggestive smut (18+)

synopsis: being so anal about commitments yet choosing to be stuck in a marriage is very confusing for you

warning(s): infidelity, crude language, sexual content (minors dni), mutual masturbation, pet names (darling, baby, babe), lowkey kinda toxic lmao 🫠

word count: 2k

You’ve come home late multiple nights a week without your husband questioning it and you are quite sure that he knows what you are up to.

It was quite obvious too. The engagement and wedding bands both absent from your ring finger. Cheap cologne lingering on your clothes. Wine red bruises blooming on your neck and collarbone.

The week after you got married to Changbin, you continued your lifestyle at bars and clubs as if you were still single. In your book, you were still single and still ready to mingle. After all, you only married your husband for his money and not for love.

Changbin is a workaholic working in the finance sector. He practically lives and breathes numbers. Other than the gym, nothing much happens in his personal life. But he is getting to that age when marriage is always asked in conversation. Many people ranging from his family, friends and coworkers had been urging him to finally settle. He decided that it was time. The man didn’t care for who he ends up with. Just as long as he gets settled.

The big problem is, no one seems to want to stick around for the long run. His dates would end up with the other person just not being interested in him or they have some commitment issues or they just want a quick fuck. The longer this went on, the more desperate Changbin got. He just wanted someone who was willing to stay. Fuck, love is not even the thing Changbin is looking for. Just someone who is willing to stick with him. And he is willing to provide too.

Fun is what you enjoy. Bars, clubs, casinos, speakeasies, fucking around with multiple people at the same time. You have absolutely no desire in staying in a committed relationship. Those were booooring to you. Having fun with different people in the ungodly hours of the night keeps you alive. It was fun. Relationships were not fun.

Your dates never lasted to second ones and it was only Changbin you were willing to give another date. Who wouldn’t want to bag a guy who works at finance?

It wasn’t until the fourth date where you were starting to show disinterest at him. He started bringing up marriage. YUCK. Right when you got up to leave, he grabs on to your wrist. His hold was firm yet not enough to hurt you.

You can sense the desperation from his eyes. “Please just please… I’ll provide for you. You can still live your life. I don’t care what you do. Just marry me… please.”

And here you are now. Changbin’s high rise condo is located at the heart of the city’s downtown. You are nursing a glass of wine on your hand while the other is holding your phone as you complain to your friend on the other side of the screen.

“I mean don’t get me wrong. I love him for his money but I just hate being tied to this marriage.” You take another small sip of wine.

Unbeknownst to you, your husband was eavesdropping on this conversation since it started. You haven’t noticed that his bedroom door was ever so slightly ajar, making it easier to listen in. It was also helpful you had your phone on speaker mode.

“Girl. There are lots of other women out there who would kill to be in your position. He lets you fuck around while still giving you money.”

“Actually. He doesn’t know I’ve been fucking around. Or maybe he does I don’t know. He did say he doesn’t give a fuck about what I do with my life so I’ll take it. But at the same time. You know me. I hate commitments.”

And Changbin does give no fucks if you sleep around or not. It’s what you feel about this marriage that he worries about. Well granted he did kinda coerce you into giving in with his money but he just didn’t want you to leave. He needed another way for you to stay.

Later that night, you were getting dolled up to meet a Tinder date at a hotel. You cover your dress with a trench coat. Just as you were about to head out. You spot your husband sitting on the sofa.

“Going out somewhere tonight, darling?” He gives you a smile. Had it not been for that darling you would have thought this question had no underlying intent.

“I was gonna go meet up with Stacy at this new Thai restaurant that just opened,” you lie.

“Is that so?” He knew it was bullshit.

“I uhm…I thought you would be working tonight?”

Changbin took a gulp of scotch before answering. “Took the night off.” Which was not a lie. He genuinely needed a rest. But he also had plans for you.

“O-kay. I’ll be heading out now,” you say as you opened the door.

That’s when he dropped the big gun. “I don’t care who you sleep around with because baby, at the end of the day, you come back to this home. You come back to me.” You turn around with him giving you the biggest smirk on his face.

You closed the door and took a step forward to him. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“Shut up.” You gulp. What is your husband on?

Changbin finished his glass of scotch, placing it on the coffee table along with his glasses. Now that you think about it, you haven’t seen him without glasses even after the wedding and well… he looks hot. Why is your husband hot?

He wanted to tease you. He wanted to fluster you and it’s working well so far. “You say that you hate his marriage but you never do anything to end it. You enjoy this life babe. You need me,” he says, as a matter of fact.

“I don’t need you…” Now your face was all tinged in pink. Changbin has always been nonchalant when it comes to your marriage but now, he definitely isn’t acting that way.

“Oh yeah? You don’t need me?” He crossed his arms making his biceps more pronounced. He is definitely teasing you now that you see through him. But what’s frustrating is you don’t understand what’s the point of this thing he is doing. Well. Two can play this game.

“Well. I definitely don’t need you for sex,” you retorted with a smug grin on your face.

“Are you saying that because you’re horny and wanna have sex right now?”

“What?! No! I’m just stating facts okay.”

“Hmm whatever floats your boat Y/N.” And he leaves to go back to his room.

What the hell just happened? Why was he teasing you all of a sudden? He doesn’t care, right? Why did he look so goddamn attractive while flustering you? All these questions swirling in your head like a tornado. Gosh! You needed a glass of water and a moment to compose yourself. You sent a text to your date that you were going to be late.

You needed time to clear your thoughts. But as soon as you were ready to go out of the door again, you heard noises coming from Changbin’s bedroom.

Per your principles, you shouldn’t be giving two shits for your husband. But your curiosity betrayed you and your principles. His door was slightly open and you can hear him moan your name like it’s all he’s ever known. Your hands didn’t hesitate to betray your principles as they push his door open. Curiosity killed the cat because why was he splayed out naked on his bed, moaning your name repeatedly while his hand was on his fat cock? His face contorts from pleasure to that akin to mischief.

Honestly, Changbin thought it wasn’t gonna work. He completely expected you were going to continue with that date. But you were here. His wife was here in his room.

He clears out his throat. “I thought you said you didn’t need me for sex?”

“You think so highly of yourself,” you scoff as you take off your trench coat. ”I’m not gonna fuck you okay.” You slide off your body fitting dress, revealing a pink, lacy lingerie meant for your date tonight. Fuck now you have to cancel out on him. Changbin lets out a whistle as he eye fucks your delicious curves. He can’t help but salivate at the way the lingerie compliments your body. He knew this show wasn’t originally intended for him but can’t he have a little fun with his wife? Technically you are his. And he is yours. The rings and documents prove it.

You slide the lacy panties on the side to give him a better view of your pussy. Softly and gently, you start stimulating your clit with your fingers. As you slide a finger in, you can feel how sopping wet your husband made you despite him not even giving you a single touch. That’s how it’s supposed to be between married couples, right? Satiating each other’s needs. But you hate it. You hate him making you feel this good. You can’t help but drown in this heavenly pleasure. What’s worse is that none of your hookups has ever made you feel this way.

Changbin starts stroking his cock once again. Beads of precum were leaking from his tip. God he was also wet. His face, all red and drenched in sweat. His pecks and torso drenched in sweat. He’s not like anyone you have slept with. He’s fucking beautiful, and you can’t help but speed the movement of your finger inside you, making you let out the most shameless, loud whines.

As if your husband wasn’t any better than you. Changbin’s moans are your new, delicious addiction. You never knew he could sound this delectable. To be fair, you didn’t want to be intimate with him whether physical or emotional in any sort of way but this… this is what you have been missing out on in the past almost nine months.

“Y/N—FUCK!” Him saying your name in such a lewd manner drives you crazy that it makes you insert another finger inside your cunt. You observe him speeding up his movement and the bliss he feels is almost palpable.

“Fuck Binnie keep moaning out my name like that!” you reciprocate as you keep hitting that one spot that drives you insane.

Your husband was not fairing any better. He spread his legs out more as if you’re not already basking in his naked beauty. His hips thrusting the air, wishing he was balls deep in your cunt and that your bodies were pressed against each other but alas this will do for now.

“Come with me?” he asks with pleading eyes.

“Y-yes Binnie!”

Grunts and whimpers float about Changbin’s room as hands work in tandem to pleasure each other despite the lack of contact. The sounds you both make got only louder as you both are reaching the precipice of euphoria.

“F-fuuuck!”

“S-shit shit SHIT!”

You squirted on his carpet and his cum landing on his bedsheet.

Both of you were panting heavily. Changbin keeps his gaze on you while you shyly looked away. What. Have. You. Done. What have you done?

Coming with your husband that’s what. But it’s not illegal or morally wrong, no? In fact, it more than heavily encouraged for married couples to come together.

Your life is a sitcom for all the choices you have made. And this is one of them. You weren’t supposed to have feelings for Changbin, which is once again in accordance to your principles. But fuck your principles when you’re starting to want him. To crave him.

“I uhm I’ll clean up your carpet. Let me get fixed up first,” you say as you pick up your dress and coat. He nods and you exit his room. Your back is immediately met on the other side of his door and you slide down to sit and contemplate your choices.

Shit well that wasn’t supposed to happen at all. You can’t possibly be having feelings for your husband even if it’s just lust. Lust is already potent enough and what more if you fall deeper for him. But it’s not even a matter of if but rather when you fall deeper for him. What. The. Fuck.

You realize that you are utterly fucked.

A/N: Hello! I finally got around to writing once again after 3 months! 😭 Honestly, I planned on immediately writing something after my summer class but it was just so hard getting back into the groove. But I’m so happy I got to post again. I hope you were able to enjoy this read as I enjoyed writing it 😊 Also, I’m considering having a part 2 for this fic so let me know if you are interested in it! Have a great day!!! :D

UNDER THE MOON

★ pairing。lee felix x fem!reader genre。⧼ 📖 ⧽ smut , comedy , pwp warnings。minors do not interact! demon!felix , witch!reader , magic , breeding kink , unprotected sex , sub to dom , oral (f. rec) , vaginal fingering , cowgirl position , mating press , creampie , overstimulation , dacryphilia , squirting , breast play , marking , size kink , monster cock felix lol , dirty talk , praise kink , degredation kink , name calling , power play , bulge kink , orgasm control , strangers to ???

★ synopsis。you accidentally summoned the wrong demon , but you won't let that get in the way of getting what you want.

a/n ⸝⸝ not proofread lol. let me know if there are any mistakes! this is my second longest fic to date, wow... i hope you all enjoy ! [ 5. 5k words ] ⸝⸝ [ m. list ]

any respectable, well-to-do witch knows that the perfect time to summon a demon is during the full moon. that was when the boundary between the living and the otherworldly was at its most blurred, and a person's magical ability was especially potent– you could feel it thrumming through your body just under your skin, concentrating at your fingertips, just begging to be released. accompanied by your excitement and nerves, you felt simply alight with power.

even then, you still couldn’t believe you managed to summon a demon.

the force of the summoning makes him fall flat on his ass, thick black smoke filling up your bedroom and snuffing out your ritual candles– you can only get a good look at him once the smoke clears out of your open window, the moonlight illuminating his form in the darkness. the first thing you notice are his mismatched eyes, wide and wild as he takes in his new surroundings; one was a deep dark brown, the other an icy steel blue, his pupils slit like a feline’s. his otherworldly beauty takes your breath away, a smattering of freckles across his high cheekbones, heart shaped face framed by curled black horns and platinum hair that cascades down to his shoulders; his inquisitive gaze travels to the summoning circle he was laid out on, ancient runes etched into your hardwood floor, and then to you, peering down at him from the edge of your big pink bed.

“h-how did you do that?!” the demon finally asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence. his thick aussie accent surprised you— you didn’t think demons could have accents other than whatever one they have in hell. “where did you learn how to do that?” 

“hello to you too,” you retort, rolling your eyes. “i summoned you here with my family spell book.”

“spell book?” he echoes, taking another look around your frightfully girly bedroom— he’s quick to spot a rather old-looking tome left open on the floor near where he sat in the summoning circle, propped up with a beady-eyed stuffed animal. 

“it’s been in my family for generations.” you stand to pick the spell book up off the floor, dusting the smoke residue off the pages. 

the demon blinked up at you, odd eyes raking over the lacey little nightgown you were wearing. “you, um, don’t really look like that kind of girl...” 

“the kind to be a witch?” you laugh. “i just summoned you here, didn’t i? listen, i need your help.”

“my help? with what?” he moves to stand up as well, patting down his crumpled leather vest— he’s much, much taller than you expected him to be.

you hide your gulp with a dramatic scoff. “i want to make a deal with you, idiot; what else would i have summoned you for?! that’s what you do with demons, isn’t it? and, like, sign over your firstborn or whatever.” 

the demon stares at you in abject disbelief for a moment before dropping his head into his hands. “you humans are so stupid…” he mutters under his breath. “i’m not even that kind of demon. i can’t make any ‘deals’ with you.”

“bullshit! what do you mean you can’t make deals with me?!” you retort, crossing your arms. “the spell specifically said it would summon an entity that would make all my dreams come true!”

the demon blanches and stutters, his freckled cheeks turning pink. for some reason, you didn’t think that demons could blush. “um… well, about that…” he laughs nervously. “i’m an incubus. not the kind of demon you’re looking for, i think… i’m not even that good of an incubus, to be honest with you…”

you cock your head, watching as the demon shuffles his feet, his pointed black leather boots scuffing up your floor. “why do you say that?”

“i’ve never been summoned like this before, by a mortal…” he admits softly, his blush deepening. “i’ve never been in the human realm at all before; i’m supposed to be using you mortals to strengthen my powers, prey on you in your sleep… but i’m just too nervous! you humans frighten me… the other incubi make fun of me for it. i’m a terrible demon, you probably need to summon someone different…”

his sad pout was so cute for a demon from hell, and you can’t help but giggle a little meanly at the incubus’ plight. “you’re a virgin incubus? i never thought there was such a thing…”

the demon scowls, his pretty face screwed up in a way that wasn’t intimidating in the slightest. “don’t laugh at me.” he whines petulantly, “i could kill you right now if i wanted to.”

“sure you could, loser virgin incubus.”

the demon’s scowl deepens, trying very hard to keep his odd eyes from wandering their way down to your breasts, pushed up in your nightie by your crossed arms. “shut up. don’t call me that.”

“what should i call you then?” you snicker. you can’t help but revel in the way the demon’s eyes eat you alive— while he seems gentle and harmless, the way his mismatched eyes seem to glow with something dark and venomous when he looks over you leaves you shivering. something darker seemed to be hiding just under the surface of this seemingly innocent incubus… and you yearned to discover just what that was.

“felix. my name is felix.” the demon— felix-- mumbles to his shoes. he seemed to have noticed that you’ve caught on to his staring, anxiously avoiding eye contact. cute.

“that’s not a very demonic name.” you remark playfully. “i like it, though. it suits you, felix.”

felix huffs and rolls his eyes, but you can see the beginnings of a shy smile tug at the corner of his lips, his sharp, vampire-like teeth poking out in an oddly endearing way. you won’t let his cuteness distract you, though— you took all this time and effort to summon him, and you were determined to not let it get wasted.

“so… do you have any cool powers or anything?” you press, “like, could you maybe… make somebody fall in love with me?”

felix blinks owlishly down at you. “um… what?”

“listen, there’s this guy on campus i like, right? he’s my roommate’s best friend and he’s just so dreamy… but he’s in love with this girl i can’t stand. it’s like he’s obsessed with her, it’s disgusting.” you huff, curling your lip. “i just want him to forget about her and see what he’s missing! can you make him fall in love with me or something, like cupid? make him obsessed with me instead— you can do that, right?”

“er, well, kind of—”

“you can? perfect!” you clap your hands excitedly. “do i just need to tell you his name, or—”

“wait, wait—” felix interjects with a flustered stutter, “hold on a moment! w-what’s in it for me? i don’t go around doing favors for free, you know.”

you think for a moment, an ingenious and devilish idea quickly forming in your head as you slide your gaze down felix’s fit body. you never expected hell’s demons to be so drop-dead gorgeous, but you supposed it made sense with him being an incubus and all… slowly your lips pull into a devious grin. sure, you summoned the wrong demon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do your bidding anyway.

“you want to be a better incubus, right? want the other demons to stop making bullying you?”

“well, yes…”

“i can help you.” you offer, taking a step closer to the nervous demon in front of you. “i can teach you everything you need to know about pleasing a human… if, in return, you use your little demon powers to help me out.”

it takes felix a second to process just what you’re proposing, his eyes widening comically and his mouth dropping open in a gape. the blush on his freckled cheeks now burns crimson red, all the way to the tips of his pointed ears. “wh- wait, really, you— with me?!”

you nod with a sensual smile, taking another slow step forwards; just close enough to reach out and run a finger down his chest. “you help me and i’ll help you, okay?”

felix’s eyes flicker down to your lips, his adam’s apple bobbing with his gulp, and you can see it on his face when his flimsy resolve crumbles. “you’re lucky you summoned one of hell’s nicer demons, no other demon would ever agree to something like this— mmffh!”

you grab him by the lapels and pull him into a kiss in the middle of his sentence, his last words smothered on your soft and persuasive lips. he returned your kiss with reckless abandon, whimpering into your mouth. he was far too good of a kisser to be as inexperienced as he claimed, the tenderness leaving your knees weak and your thoughts spinning. a thin string of spit connects your wet lips when you pull away for air, snapping when felix darts a forked pink tongue out to lick his bottom lip in a daze.

“wow…” he whispers in awe, his sparkling eyes gazing at you through lowered lashes. “kissing humans is so much better than i thought it would be…”

his lips recapture yours, more demanding this time as that sinful forked tongue coaxed your lips open and explored the recesses of your mouth. the savage intensity of it sends a shock wave through your entire body, your senses short-circuiting— you tear your lips from his, quickly turn him around and push him onto your pink floral mattress. once again, you nearly succumbed to his distractions.

felix lets out a huff when his backside hits the bed, confusion paralyzing him just long enough for you to begin slowly undressing.

“woah, a little impatient, are you?” felix laughs, “you humans can never take anything slow…ly…”

he grows quiet as you slide the straps of your nightgown off your shoulders, the thin lace fabric pooling around your ankles. it left you completely bare except for a pair of tiny cotton panties, a little wet spot already visible in the white fabric. he ogles at your tits, round and perky with your nipples beginning to harden in the cool air.

his hungry gaze roamed over your figure, taking in your soft curves and tummy, dropping to follow your hands as you pull your panties down your thighs. they join your nightgown on the floor, and felix gets his first look at your pussy as you step out of them and kick them to the side.

“wow… you are so… beautiful.”

the sincerity in which he says it makes both your heart and your pussy flutter. you can’t hide your eagerness as you saunter forwards and begin to climb up on felix’s lap. “are you ready for your lesson?” you purr into his ear, your hand sliding up his thigh towards the growing bulge in his pants. just the size of the bulge alone makes your head spin— and he’s not even fully hard yet.

“h-hold on,” felix whimpers, grabbing your wrist, “you’re so small and, you know.. human sized… shouldn’t i, um, prep you? i don’t want to hurt you, i’m not one of those kinds of demons.”

you look back down at his bulge, just out of your reach with his fingers around your wrist. “that’s probably a good idea…”

you slide off his lap, positioning yourself in the middle of your bed; you rest your head among all your pillows and stuffed animals, all cute and cuddly and nothing at all like the dark energy that filled the room, the wicked smile on your face as felix crawls up the bed and in between your parted legs. he stares enthralled at your pussy, spread open all for him to admire— his hands come to grasp at the meat of your thighs, seemingly trying to ground himself as he takes everything in.

“oh, fuck,” he croaks, mismatched eyes glinting in the moonlight, “you’re already so wet, it’s dripping all over the sheets… it’s beautiful. have you been wanting me this whole time?”

your words get stuck in your throat, shuddering in arousal as you nod coyly down at him. he screws his eyes shut and lets out a deep, pathetic groan. 

“god, you’re so fucking sexy… i never thought i could get so aroused by a mortal.”

“i’m sorry, whose name was that?” you joke, still feeling mischievous even as your heart rattled in your chest. felix shoots you an irritated glare.

“oh, be quiet.”

he shuts you up with another searing hot kiss, demanding and passionate, and his stout fingers moved to tease at your wet, sticky folds. you gasp against his lips, squirming beneath him; the gentle stroking of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure through you, your pussy clenching around nothing but air.

“i’m not sure what to do…” felix mumbles, breaking your kiss to graze his lips across your jawline. “i’ve never done anything like this before… will you show me how to make you feel good?”

“just touch me,” you plead. “i want your fingers inside of me, please—”

felix starts with just one, short but deliciously thick as he slowly pushes it into your fluttering hole. “fuck, you’re so tight…” the stretch makes you cry out and claw at his shoulders, finally having something inside to ease the ache after being so needy for so long.

felix freezes with his finger buried inside to the knuckle, glancing down at you nervously. “did i hurt you?”

“no, no, feels so good—“ his hesitation would be cute if you weren’t so worked up, desperately grinding your cunt against his hand. “now move it in and out, nice and slow…”

he follows your directions dutifully, his movements slow and unsure, and despite his inexperience and anxiety, he quickly found a rhythm that flooded your shivering body with dizzying desire. waves of ecstasy crashed through you as you bucked your hips to meet his finger, whimpers and whines of delight falling from your open, panting mouth. his fingertip brushes your spongey sweet spot, electricity rippling under your skin and sending shockwaves through your core as you moaned in sweet agony.

“am i doing good, little human?” felix breathes shyly against your ear.

his eagerness to please made your pussy throb around him, sucking his finger in deeper—he was a quick learner, paying special attention to your sweet spot as you gushed slick all over his hand. “i think i am, you’re even wetter than before, it’s so noisy,” he accentuates his claim with a curl of his finger, the obscene wet squelches of your pussy ringing in your ears. “just look how well you’re taking it…is it okay if i add another finger?”

“yes! yes, fuck yes, please—”

he slides another fat finger in along with his first, his big eyes watching as he stretched your tight pussy out even wider for the cock you all but ached for. you sob in pleasure as he quickens his pace, curls his fingertips harder against your sweet spot. “wow, you can barely take two of my fingers..” the demon above you murmured in faux concern, “i don’t know if my cock will fit.”

you through your head back with a lustful moan.

“tell me what you want from me.” he continues in a deep rasp, his accent only adding to the desire in his voice, “tell me what to do to make you cum.”

“t-touch my clit!” you hiccup, pretty manicured nails tearing at the fabric of his shirt.

you expect another finger, maybe his palm—what you don’t expect is for felix to trail soft kisses down your chest and belly, lower and lower until his plump lips were hovering over the curve of your pussy.

“wh-what are you doing?!” you squeal as felix kicks your legs over his shoulders, “do you even know what you’re doing down there?!”

“no.” felix shakes his head with a grin before diving his head between your thighs.

he attaches his lips to your swollen clit, his long tongue dragging up between your folds to circle the bud with shocking precision. he sucks gently on your clit while his fingers pump deep inside of you, his pretty moans and groans muffled with his face pressed against your squelching pussy. “you taste so good,” felix mumbles, his wide, mismatched eyes blinking up at you to take in every one of your reactions. “fuck, i love this pussy so much… think you can take another finger?”

he presses in a third finger before you can even respond, pussy stretched past your limits as you sob out in pleasure. it’s overwhelming in the best possible way, his fingers quickly pushing you closer and closer to the edge as he licks your clit and slurps up your juices. the flames of passion raged through your very being, and you abandon yourself to the knot tightening deep in your belly. you haven’t felt pleasure like this in ages, yelping as felix sucks particularly hard at your clit, and without thinking your arms dart down to grab ahold of his twisted black horns. the growl felix lets out against your heated skin is obscene, dark and beastly as he buries his face farther into your cunt, quickens the pace of his fingers against your sweet spot. “fuck yes, nasty girl, that’s it— grab my horns and just take it!”

you use your grip on his horns to buck wildly against his face, the knot in your belly threatening to snap as felix pulls his fingers out to grab your hips tightly. his clawed fingers dig painfully at your flesh, but it only heightens your sense of pleasure as he shoves his tongue deep into your wet hole. he tongue fucks your pussy with vigor, his groans and growls growing deeper and more demonic as he fucks you to your climax. “pussy’s so fucking good, can’t get enough…”

“felix!” you squeal when the forked tip of his tongue brushes against your sweet spot. “felix, i’m close, i’m gonna cum--!”

“say my name again, scream it!” felix crows with his face still buried in your cunt, the dark, powerful boom to his voice that hadn’t been there before making you finally hurtled you past the point of now return.

you scream his name as you squirt all over his face, nasty and wet as you ride out your high on his tongue— you’re quickly catapulted into overstimulation, tears pooling in your lashes as you whine and attempt to push him off you by his horns. if anything, that just seems to spur him on more.

“fuck no, i’m not done,” he growls, a dangerous edge to his voice frightening you and making your spent pussy throb all the same. “i need more, can’t stop— need to make you cum again, and again—”

he devours you like an animal, otherworldly strength keeping him flush against you even as you thrash and push roughly at his head. he doesn’t stop until you cum again, soaking his face and your sheets in sweet sticky slick— your pathetic cries seem to snap him out of it, hastily tearing himself away from your trembling little pussy to look up at you in worry and alarm.

“i-i’m so sorry, i don’t know what came over me! i just.. lost control— that was good though, right?”

his pretty pink lips and swollen and wet with your arousal, his freckled cheeks and chin smeared with it, even his nose; he gazes at you with big, watery doe eyes, the opposite of how he had been looking at you when he had his face between your legs. you babble incoherently, scrambled brain unable to string together a single sentence, your chest heaving with the aftershocks of two back-to-back orgasms.

felix smirks. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

his odd eyes snap back to your spent pussy, the primal hunger in his eyes making you throb despite of how spent you already were. “you look so pretty like this, all spent… can you take more? i need to be inside of you, now.”

your own hazy, unfocused gaze lowers to the straining bulge in his leather pants— the size of it makes you dizzy, a little frightened, but your overwhelming need for more outweighs any fear, and you slowly move to prop yourself up. “can i ride you? it’ll be easier for me to, um… take it.”

felix nods excitedly, as obedient as ever as he moves to take your place on the mattress. his platinum hair splays out around his head like a halo, his pretty face so angelic despite the fangs, tongue and horns… the imagery makes you snort.

“alright, you can get on whenever you’re ready— ooh!~”

you swing your leg over his waist without hesitation, straddling him as you begin to tug recklessly at his clothes. you pull his vest and shirt up to his chest, revealing twitching washboard abs that made your mouth water, and loosened his belt and fly. tugging his pants down to his thighs, his red swollen cock slaps wetly against his abs, rock hard and drooling pearly precum from the fat tip. you moan at just the sheer size of it, long and thick with the prettiest pulsing veins— you’re barely able to fit your hand around it when you reach down to take ahold of him, relishing in the low whimper felix lets out. you slowly slide your hand up and down his shaft, watching in rapture as more precum leaks from the head and slicks up your hand. it aids in the slide of your tight fist, felix groaning out pathetically as your other hand slides up your belly to pinch and roll your budding nipple.

you slide his cock between your pussy lips, your slick and his precum mixing together to make a sticky mess. you let his cockhead brush against your clit, the sudden shock of pleasure making the both of you moan— felix’s hands are shaking when they shoot up to take ahold of your waist. the lust on his face makes your tummy turn, the tenderness and sincerity in which he gazed up at you. “if it’s ever too much, tell me, please?” he breathes, his thumbs stroking the flushed skin. ”forget about the deal.”

you open your mouth to answer, but find yourself unable to speak; his tip catches your entrance, the sheer size of it pushing against your hole leaving you breathless and stuck in a silent scream. it feels so much bigger than three fingers, more than anything you think you’ve ever taken, and you freeze in a confusing mix of frightened and aroused.

“shh, don’t be scared, human,” felix coos, his steady hands keeping you firm against his cockhead. he squeezes your waist reassuringly. “i’m not going to hurt you, i promise.”

his tip slides inside with a pop, the gummy walls of your pussy gripping onto him like a vice as he steadies himself and slowly starts pushing in— the burning pain of the stretch is quickly overshadowed by a flood of pulsing red hot desire, drawing you to a height of passion you had never known before. never had any lover made you feel this way, trembling with ecstasy as your greedy pussy sucked in more and more of felix’s demon cock. “you feel so good, you’re so warm, so tight— such a good girl, taking all this cock!” felix keens, eyes rolling back into his head as you take him all the way to the base, his shiny mouth falling open in a desperate string of moans when his cockhead kisses snug against your cervix. “oh fuck, you took it all!”

you both take a moment to relax and adjust, catching your breaths as you pant into each other’s faces; felix waits patiently until you’re breathing goes steady and you unclench your pussy around him, begin to squirm needily in his grasp. “okay, you can start whenever you’re ready—"

like a woman possessed, you start bouncing on his cock before he can even finish his sentence, his fat tip hitting so dizzyingly deep inside of you with every movement of your hips. felix throws his head back with a broken cry, his hands flying down to grip harsh fistfuls of your ass as you ride him. “oh fuck, you should have warned me! fuck fuck fuck, slow down!”

you’re deaf to his cries, unable to focus on anything other than the explosive pleasure that coursed through your core; you plant your feet on the mattress to help strengthen your bouncing, so fast and rough nasty wet slaps echoed throughout the room every time your ass met his pelvis. “you’re so fucking big, so deep inside of me!” you whine.

“you’re just using me like a toy… are you feeling good, baby? yeah?” felix whimpers, voice weak and wavering, “n-naughty little girl likes being full of big, fat demon cock? o-oh god, you’re going to ruin me…”

you answer him with a wail, crying out his name once again as you claw red scratch marks down felix’s taut, muscular chest and abs. the sting just seems to make him harder, his cock twitching inside of you as he moans in pain and pleasure. his noises border on animalistic, deep snarls and growls that go right to your pussy. his mismatched eyes lock onto your chest, your perky tits bouncing obscenely in his face, and he licks his lips with that dastardly snake-like tongue.

“perfect girl, perfect pussy, perfect little tits— do you want me to play with them? suck on them? tell me what you want and i’ll do it.”

“please,” you sob, “please make me feel good!”

felix pulls you down so your body is flush with his, his hands leaving your ass to pinch and roll your nipples. his grip on your breast is bruising as he squeezes and fondles, pulling one into his wet hot mouth— the combined stimulation of his fingers and his mouth on your puffy nipples sending your senses into overdrive, the new angle making his cock feel even deeper inside of you than before, carving out space in your tummy as you moan in delight. he bites down gently on your nipple, pointy teeth teasing your bud, his plump lips and talented tongue caressing as they slowly move from sucking your swollen, peeking bud to trailing down the swell of your tit. he kisses a searing path up your sternum, leaving dusky purple marks in his wake as his hands continue their onslaught on your tits, massaging and groping with tantalizing ferocity. “why do you taste so fucking good? every single inch of you is delicious…” felix murmurs against your fiery skin, his canines ghosting over your collarbones, “you marked me up, pretty girl, now i have to return the favor… i could just eat you whole.”,

“fuck me!” you squeal, dripping pussy spasming around felix’s fat cock as you crash your hips down onto his. “fuck me, please, need it harder!”

“fuck, don’t say things like that— it’s taking everything i have to stay in control, baby, pussy’s so good! i-i’m being gentle for your sake, if i could have you how i want you i’m afraid i might break you—”

his words go straight to your cunt, lighting a fire of need inside of you; with an evil little smile you suddenly stop bouncing, your ass flush against his hips as you begin grinding tight little circles. felix tears himself away from your spit-soaked chest, utterly debauched as he gazes up at you with wide, desperate eyes. “n-no, wait, why are you stopping!?”

“i want you to break me, felix,” you purr with a sharp glint in your eye, teasing over his scratch marks with the tips of your fingers. “i want you to lose control and let me have it, please—”

in an instant you’re thrown across the bed, your back hitting your mattress knocking the wind out of you, and he’s on top of you before you can catch your breath. his claws snatch ahold of both your legs and tosses them over his shoulder, folds you over as he resheathes his throbbing cock back inside your gaping, drooling pussy. with inhuman strength he takes complete control over your body, trapping you beneath him and leaving you helpless, unable to do anything other than lay there and take it as he rams his cock inside of you. his bulbous cockhead knocks against your cervix so hard you fear he’ll push through, such a witty girl brainless and fucked stupid split open with his cock nestled deep in your tummy.

“you never wanted it slow and gentle, did you angel?” felix goads, his deep voice gaining an echoing, demonic edge. “you wanted me to treat you like a slut from the very beginning… such a nasty little witch.”

his mismatched eyes catch on the little bulge his cock makes in your tummy, disappearing and reappearing with every thrust; he presses down on your tummy with a devilish grin and a moan, able to feel his cockhead pounding up in your guts. “you feel me right here, don’t you baby?”

“s-so d-deep—!” is all you can manage to whimper, your teary eyes threatening to spill from the overwhelming pleasure.

felix coos at your fucked out face, his sharp nails digging into the meat of your thighs in a disorienting mix of pain and pleasure. “so cute, taking my cock so well… will you let me cum inside? i want to— i need to fill you up with my cum.”

“yes, yes— god, i’m gonna cum, please!” you beg, any last shred of dignity leaving in favor for your impending climax. your need for release clouded your mind, unable to think of anything except for creaming around felix’s cock as he shoots a hot load inside of you.

“who? god’s not here, baby.” felix crows, mirroring your own joke with a chuckle. you don’t have the energy to even get mad at him. “just us— now tell me how badly you want this demon to cum inside of you. be a good girl and beg for it… maybe i’ll give you that firstborn you want so badly?”

your tears finally fall as you surrender completely to uncontrollable ecstasy, sobbing for felix to breed you as his hips grow sloppy. he’s so close to the edge, just as much as you— you can feel it in the shuddering of his body, his broken whimpers, the tightness in his heavy balls as they slap against your ass. you grab fistfuls of the bed sheets to ground you, keep you from floating away entirely as you lose yourself in pleasure.

“cum together with me, angel,” felix pants above you, thrusting as deep as he could inside inside your pussy, “cum on my cock as i put a baby in you—!”

you cum all over his cock in a rush of exalted endorphins, your pussy spasming violently with your third and most powerful orgasm of the night. your gummy walls clamp down around his shaft, trying to push him out and suck him in deeper at the same time; you can see a foamy white ring formed around the base when he pulls out to thrust back in, a sticky and creamy mess down his balls and thighs. finally, with an animalistic grunt, felix stills inside of you to add to the mess, hot thick ropes of seed flooding your womb until you overflowed. you’ve never felt so full in your life, slick and cum oozing out around where felix’s cock stayed buried deep inside of you. you ride out the aftershocks in each other’s arms, falling into an intimate embrace as you both work to catch your breath.

“fuck, look at that…” felix whispers after a long moment of silence, his hips moving gently to thrust loosely. more cum leaks out from where you were joined, the both of you moaning at the sight. “there’s so much cum it’s leaking out… a-are you okay? was that good?”

“good?! that was the best sex i’ve ever had in my life—” you reply, moving to prop yourself up, but felix pushes you back down with urgency.

“no, no baby, don’t move, you gotta keep it all inside! stay still while i push it in deeper…”

before you can protest felix begins to wildly pound into your spent pussy again, his cock still rock hard and throbbing against your walls— you cry out in surprise and overstimulation, more exhausted and drained than you’ve ever felt before, yet your greedy pussy opens up for him with ease. he shushes your sobs and hiccups, his caresses gentle but his eyes wild and dangerous… he’s gotten drunk on the power of your love, lost all control to the beast that had been hiding inside of him for so long..

“i don’t think that’s going to be enough… i’m not stopping until i’ve bred you proper, just how you want it, right? we’re not done.”

I wanna say something very inappropriate but I will refrain myself from doing so 🤠

GIRL, SO CONFUSING — PT. 3 of MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“We can always stop. It’s just a game,” he reminds you but for some reason it sounds as if there’s more behind his words.

“I don’t want to stop. I want you,” you admit.

❇️ You’re slowly catching up that you might not be caught in a weird dream but a parallel universe instead. Especially, when you meet a few more people that are a bit too familiar—except for your new colleague, Jeongin, who started working as a fashion influencer a month ago. You instantly click and get along as if you’ve been friends for ages—and you can’t seem to ignore that heavy tension that’s between the two of you…

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🧩 CONTENT INFO: skz ot8 x afab reader [not at the same time], smut/fluff/angst, parallel universe/video game au, sci-fi au, mc might catch up on the fact it’s not a dream but she’s still… a little slow

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⛳️ CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes make out session with multiple people, semi-public encounters (surprise), fingering, reader gets called good girl, baby and slut], consumption of alcohol, questionable moral decisions and betrayal (?), reader’s boss is very mean, jealousy!!!

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You thought about staying overnight at Felix’s place for a second. After all, you’ve known each other ever since kindergarten and since he’s finally back in your life—at least you think so—you’ve got lots to catch up on. 

That’s what you did last night. Right. Catching up. 

Or in other words, your legs were spread on his couch while he was burying his beautiful face between your thighs.

Okay. You’re wide awake now. At least you think so.

Isn’t it weird that you fell asleep again and you’re still caught in this dream? The further time goes, the more you start believing that is the real world. Some fucked up version of it, but still real.

And if that’s seriously the case—Hyunjin being Felix’s friend being another hint as well as other mentions like Seungmin, Venessa, Akira or Miko—you’ll begin wondering if the man that caused this all or his virtual, animated version—might be strolling around the area as well.

You remember that you—without knowing what to expect—chose Starlost Boulevard on your own. You made a choice, right? So, does this perhaps mean, if you opted for another route, you could have ended being Jisung’s neighbour as well? Or Hyunjin’s? Or Seungmin’s? Or Akira’s?

The thought of the latter makes you feel a bit weird. After all, you actually dated him—very briefly—before you started college all those years ago. Sure, Akira is still somewhat around since he’s your roommate’s colleague and also a friend of your annoying boss—Minho—but you’ve never seen him as someone who’s close to you. 

It doesn’t even matter. For now you have to get ready for your first day of working as a fashion stylist without losing your mind that Jisung—your long time crush—might be very close. Fuck. You’re not even in the real world and he still manages to harass your mind and occupy every single thought that’s crossing your brains. Cool. Cool. Cool.

You sigh, choosing the same outfit you wore yesterday from your wardrobe since you only own copies of the same eight styles just like in the–

Wait.

You take a closer look at the fabrics and materials, realising the outfits all fit for different occasions. There’s those that are for everyday wear, an athletic look, your pajamas, an elegant dress for prestige events, a party outfit for clubbing, a bathing suit as well as one that’s working well for winter and another one for summer.

Are you… are you actually caught in the dumb game that you were playing?

Wow, it only took you almost a whole fucking day, huh?

Well, sometimes we can’t see the wood for the trees but you feel absolutely stupid right now. What a great start of a day… being caught… in a game.

There’s still a slight percentage of being trapped in only a dream about the game you adore so much but the possibility shrinks with every second. It just feels too long and too real to be a dream. But then again, that’s what we always feel when being asleep, right?

You shake your head, still feeling like a total idiot. Maybe you should have chosen another city. The heat here will probably kill you some day. But you brush that off too, as you slip into your shoes and grab your bag. When you walk outside the door, it’s still quiet outside, the sun currently rising up.

Catching a glimpse of Felix’s small house, you think back to last night. A part of you was so intimate in an instant with him because they believed this was a dream. But if you’re completely honest with you—you’ve missed him. And another tiny part is still questioning what would have happened if he hadn’t disappeared all these years ago.

Would you have ever fallen in love with Jisung? You wouldn’t have even moved in with him in the first place. Would he even be a part of your life? Well, perhaps through Akira, and Minho who you met in college although the two of you have never gotten along at all. So, perhaps not. Maybe he would have been someone you see at a mutual friend’s parties and that’s it.

Your heart aches a little, thinking about the possibilities of what could have been. It lets that uncomfortable tightening feeling inside your stomach appear, that further on leads to anxiety, so you try to erase that thought.

So, your gaze shifts to the house next to the one that your childhood friend owns. It’s pretty—everything’s coloured in a beautiful shade of pink and glittering lanterns are decorating the outside. You wonder if that’s Venessa’s place but it probably is. A little yard connects the shed with Felix’s trailer.

If this is some sort of a parallel universe and you were to meet people that you already know from your real life, will they all be the same? Will they know you? Like Felix does?

God. It’s too fucking early to contemplate that. You decide to rush to your workplace then, trying to get there on time.

“Give me another one, Yang! Come on, you can do better than that,” you hear a loud female voice yell through the room. 

The words seem to be dedicated to a model—or influencer, whatever—who’s currently posing in front of the camera. He’s tall and wears his messy hair open, his fingers brushing through the strands every now and then. He’s beautiful—pretty lips, a sharp jawline and muscular upper arms that your eyes have access to thanks to the tank top he’s wearing.

Fuck. Is he one of your colleagues?

Your eyes meet for a second and he just stares at you with perhaps the same admiration that you’ve granted his beauty but this might be the delusion talking out of you again.

The woman that’s giving all the not so friendly advice to him suddenly turns around, bringing her attention to you, instantly recognising you.

“Hi, I’m Doli Ruano. You must be… Y/N, right?”

She completely mispronounces your name, so you correct her, as you shake her hand.

“Yeah, sure,” she replies, rolling her eyes in annoyance, “I don’t care. Make yourself useful, will you?”

Oh. What a great start. You feel absolutely welcome here.

Still, you follow what she’s told you, not wanting to make her even angrier. Perhaps, she’s just having an exhausting and long day. At nine in the morning.

“Yang, I told you to use more emotions. It’s always the same stupid issue with you,” she spits, looking at the model.

Fucking hell. What have you gotten yourself into?

The poor guy around your age that’s been yelled at doesn’t react and tries again, as you watch his confidence shrink with every insult he gets thrown at his head.

“Okay. Time for a break. Jeongin, you’re done with shooting today. Photoshop will do, I’m sure. Why don’t you show our newcomer around?” Doli suggests, pointing at you with her index finger. How rude. But what do you expect from that woman?

You’re glad for a second that your boss, Minho, has never behaved this way. Sure, he’s annoying as hell and picks fights with you every day, but that’s it. He’s never been cruel to you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you introduce yourself to your new colleague, once he’s approached you.

He chuckles, a smirk on his face. It’s cute how optimistic and naive you are, not knowing what shitshow of a job is awaiting you in this company. “Nice to meet you, I’m Jeongin. Are you from Seoul, too?”

Seoul.

He’s from Seoul. The city you used to live in and found a job offer now—but in a parallel universe.

“Y-Yeah, but I recently moved to Starlost Boulevard,” you explain. He’s still shaking your hand firmly and your eyes wander around, realising how… beautiful his own are. He’s got long fingers, the veins visible on his lower arm–

Get yourself together, Y/N.

“Well, the weather is nicer there,” he continues the small talk, letting go of you. “But the housing prices… even worse than here, right?”

“A total disaster,” you laugh, agreeing.

“Maybe you’ll move back one day. Especially, since you grew up here anyway—or didn’t you?” he asks.

You’re sure he’s just assuming things, after all you don’t know each other.

“Oh, I did! I’ve lived my whole life here and needed something new,” you lie. You love living in Seoul and you definitely wouldn’t trade it for this Temu version of Los Angeles. But you haven’t lived in this Seoul that you currently find yourself in.

“Yeah, you’ve got everything here. Endless restaurants, crazy nightclubs, the coast and an annoying boss,” he half-jokingly says.

“Doli seems like… a lot,” you confess.

“That’s the friendly way to put it,” he chuckles.

Jeongin starts showing you the company then, taking his time to explain everything to you and how stuff works. He repeatedly makes sure to tell you that you should always ask him whenever there might be a question. He’s adorable. And it’s refreshing to know that you have someone here to trust.

“Thanks for showing me around and being so kind,” you compliment him, when the two of you sit down for a second, getting some water.

“I’m actually not that kind,” he laughs. “But in comparison to Doli, everyone looks like an angel sent from Heaven.”

You join his giggles, taking a sip from your beverage. “Do you know why she’s… like that?”

You’re genuinely curious. That woman is… a whole new level of rude.

“Oh, it’s mostly her private life. She’s a person that takes out her anger at work. Very toxic. And because she knows that Yoltic, another employee, would be much better at the job so she has to make fun of him all the time. And the rest of the team,” your colleague explains.

“Wow, you’re a gossip girl, Jeongin,” you tease him, nudging his shoulder. Usually, he isn’t that much into physical touch but for some reason, it feels nice when it’s with you.

“You’ll never get bored with me, I can promise,” he says with a wink.

Fuck. That confuses you a little. A bit more than it should. You met this guy an hour ago and he’s already messing with your head.

“That’s fun. It’s scary being new here, you know. It was rather spontaneous for me to accept that offer,” you try to bring the conversation back to what it was. Not because you don’t like it when he’s flirting—it’s rather the opposite—but because your heart can’t handle it right now.

“Oh, what were you working before that?” Jeongin asks.

“Uhm… as a scientist for food… stuff. Yeah. In a laboratory, testing ingredients.”

That’s the easiest way to word it. Although you’ve been mainly busy at work with getting into fights with your college rival Minho who’s now your boss. You’ve never gotten along—well except for that one night that never was—and working together won’t change that.

“Wow, you’re smart. And that’s a rough change. I admire you for that,” your colleague says, meaning it.

“Thanks, Jeongin.”

You watch him catch his lower lip between his teeth. Fuck. He can’t focus. Jeongin met you an hour ago and you’re already occupying his head with your cute little voice always calling him by his name. Maybe after all the weird shit he’s been through, there might be light at the end of the tunnel—you.

“How old are you, by the way?” he suddenly wants to know.

“I’m twenty four, you?”

“Twenty three. Just a little bit younger, Noona,” he says.

You chuckle, “Wow, you’re direct.”

You like that about him a lot. For some time, Jeongin helps you forget that you’re trapped in a parallel universe. He feels… normal.

Not that Felix and Venessa don’t seem normal. But being with your colleague makes you forget about what seems to be your confusing fate now.

“Too much?” he shyly asks, scratching the back of his head.

“No, I like it,” you admit.

“How about we get lunch together, hm?”

You nod, “Sure!”

The two of you leave the building, as Jeongin shows you the area surrounding your workplace. It reminds you a lot of Seoul although it isn’t the same.

Your new colleague approaches a street food place and orders for the both of you, before you sit down at one of the tables together.

When you look at your phone for a second, you notice you received a message from your childhood friend.

[Felix, 12:08]: Would you like to go to Hyunjin’s vernissage with me tonight?

Oh, is this a date?

[Felix, 12:09]: Venessa and Miko will be there with us, too.

Perhaps not. Unless Felix wants to date three people at the same time.

You type a quick reply.

[You, 12:10]: Of course! I'd love to.

Jealousy is forming in your stomach. Why does this affect you? It isn’t meant to be a date, after all. Felix is close with Hyunjin so it makes sense he goes there with his friends. Female friends.

However, this makes an idea spark up in your head.

“Jeongin?”

He looks at you with his fox eyes, the strands of his messy hair covering most of his forehead, “Yeah?”

“There’s this vernissage of a friend of mine in Starlost Boulevard tonight, he’s very talented. I’m going there with a few friends. Would you like to join us?”

“Oh, absolutely! Thanks for asking. That sounds like fun,” he grins.

You reach for your phone again and send another text.

[You, 12:11]: I’ll bring my colleague with me. Is that fine? 😊

Half a minute later, you receive a reply.

[Felix, 12:12]: Of course!

The museum where Hyunjin’s vernissage is located does look a bit better from the inside than the outside. Especially with the beauty of those stunning art pieces he’s presenting.

You’re walking around with Jeongin, currently on your way to find Felix and the rest, when the man in question enters your vision.

“Y/N, hi,” he greets you, pulling you into a hug.

“This is Jeongin. He’s from Seoul,” you introduce your colleague to the rest of the group.

“Y-Yeah. I’m a big city boy.” Jeongin cringes at his own words. He still has to get used to all of this. At least he’s happy now that he’s found an actual friend after being caught in this disaster that still feels like an ongoing fever dream. He is from Seoul, yes, but not the one that you are talking about.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Felix. This is Hyunjin,” your childhood friend says, as you watch a certain someone appear next to him.

When Hyunjin sees you, his face is carrying a huge smile, before he drags you towards him. “Y/N, how’ve you been? How’s your new home?”

“G-Good. It’s nice there. How are you?”

What?

He knows you?

You begin to believe more and more that this is an actual parallel universe. At least that would explain why Hyunjin knows you.

Does this mean… Cecilia is also here?

“I’m great! Changbin didn’t make it. You know how he’s been ever since he became the CEO of his company,” Hyunjin explains to you.

Changbin exists here too? And he’s a CEO?

Then your best friend must be somewhere here too. You wonder if Cecilia has a crush on this Hyunjin as well.

“What about his sister?” Felix suddenly asks.

“Man, I don’t know. She’s been getting on my nerves. I’ve told her so many times that she ain’t my type but she keeps annoying me,” the artists explains.

“That sucks, dude,” Felix agrees.

You turn around to Jeongin—all while trying not to lose your mind—giving him a soft smile. “I hope it’s okay for you here.”

He gives you a reassuring look, “Of course. I feel honoured to meet your friends and I enjoy spending time with you.”

Fuck. He’s so… handsome. Smooth. Exciting.

“So, what do you guys say?” Hyunjin asks, a proud look on his face.

“It’s amazing, Jinnie,” you compliment him, “you’ve always been so talented.”

He smirks, “I knew you’d love it, Y/N.” Then he turns around to the rest of the group. “Thank you for being here. All of you. It means a lot.

Felix does his best to withstand his own emotions from overspilling. Sure, it’s only been a one time thing last night and neither of you discussed what it meant, but can his stupid best friend perhaps not flirt with you in front of a group of people? And more importantly, could you stop smiling when you listen to Hyunjin’s words?

“How about we continue this night at my place? It’s still warm outside and Felix and Y/N live close by after all. We can have a campfire, if you like. There’s enough booze as well,” Venessa suddenly suggests.

Miko is instantly excited about the idea—it’s weird seeing her again after such a long time but you don’t mind—and Hyunjin seems to agree as well.

“What do you think, Jeongin?” you ask your coworker, not wanting him to feel left out.

He smiles, “I’m in.”

“Sooo, who’s turn is next?” Miko asks, her eyes roaming through the room and stopping once they connect with Felix’s. You wonder if she’s still got a crush on him but decide to shake that idea off.

God. It’s been so many years. And you still get jealous of her even though your childhood friend was between your thighs last night and not hers.

And, yeah, how did you even end up here?

You’re all currently in Venessa’s yard, sipping on your beverages while playing a round of Truth, Dare or Drink. Yes.

Your neighbour definitely has a cosy place and you admire her for her creativity to turn this dumpster of a place into a mini castle. Everything is glittering and well decorated—you feel so absolutely comfortable. Perhaps, it’s also because you’re currently sitting next to your colleague—a little closer than you should—while stealing glances from him whenever you believe he isn’t watching. But he is.

Jeongin is a very attentive person. That’s also why he’s realised that you’re different from anyone else that he’s met so far. You two instantly clicked and he’s sure there’s a reason for it.

“Lix, truth of dare? Or drink?”

He takes a sip from his beer, “Truth.”

Venessa chuckles, “When’s the last time you got any?”

Felix rolls his eyes, already considering to just take another shot of this cheap soju mix they prepared until he decides against it. “Last night, actually,” he casually admits, shrugging his shoulders as if it’s nothing.

You try to hold back a gasp, your eyes instantly finding his own and you’re sure the rest of the group catches up on it.

“Interesting,” Hyunjin starts, staring holes into your skull, “Y/N. Truth, dare or drink, hm?”

Fucking hell. You don’t want to find him attractive since your best friend has been having a crush on him for literal years. But then again—he’s Hyunjin. No one can withstand this man’s aura.

“Dare,” you state, trying your best to stay confident. You’re usually someone who chooses the Truth option but you can’t do that when everyone’s suspecting you to have slept with Felix last night. They’d definitely ask about that.

“Great. We're gonna spin a bottle and whoever it lands on, will get a kiss from you. Okay?”

You nod, biting your lower lip gently. 

“Hyune, the campfire is pretty much in the way,” Venessa reminds him.

“Right. Then I’m just gonna use this dice and we’re gonna count, starting form Y/N.”

He randomly grabs a dice from his pants’ pocket—is this a video game inventory? Hyunjin places the object on the ground and gives it a little nudge.

“Four!” Miko, who’s sitting between him and Jeongin who’s next to you, shouts.

Oh, fuck no. “You know the deal, Y/N.”

You don’t even count since you know it’s your fate to kiss Hyunjin, as you get up from your seat. Slow strides bring you to him, as you feel pairs of eyes shooting through you.

You’re pretty much aware that you shouldn’t do this. He’s your best friend’s crush. But then again—Cecilia hasn’t been the kindest person to you lately and it’s not as if you want to take revenge or purposely hurt her, but something inside your heart tells you that she’d take the chance to make out with Jisung if the opportunity was given.

Maybe you’re being unfair with her. Maybe you’re a bitch. Or maybe it’s the newfound confidence of being trapped in a parallel universe that makes you even more impulsive than before. The fact that both Felix and Jeongin obviously try to hold back their immense jealousy, just adds fuel to the fire.

“You want this, Y/N?” Hyunjin suddenly asks. His demeanour has shifted, you’ve never witnessed him being so gentle and thoughtful which doesn’t make things for your heart any easier.

“Kiss me, Hyune,” you say, getting closer. That’s it. It’s just a game, right?

His lips align with yours, feeling so soft pressed against your mouth. Hyunjin lets out a grunt, as he pulls you closer. Time stands still when he kisses you like this—taking the lead, having one hand placed on your neck and the other one gently laying on your hips.

You’re forgetting about your surroundings completely, as he continues to passionately make out with you, his tongue slipping inside your mouth–

“Okay, thank you, that’s enough,” you hear Felix say, jealousy spitting from his words.

You chuckle, as you let go off Hyunjin who carries the same stupid smirk on his face. Getting back to your initial seat, you watch the game go on.

“Jeongin,” Miko says, deciding it’s your colleague’s turn now. “Truth, dare or drink?”

“Dare,” he immediately says, confident.

“Oh, someone’s eager. Well, if that’s the case. How about seven minutes of heaven behind Venessa’s trailer,” she suggests. God, Miko has gotten bold. Or just tipsy. Or a mix of both.

“Fine. Who’s the lucky one?”

Miko looks around, contemplating what to say, before she decides to opt for the safest path, “You can choose. Whoever you like. But since you’re new here, you’ve got the privilege of making decisions.”

Usually, Jeongin hates making decisions ever since he’s ended up in this weird parallel universe. But the fact that you’re one of the options makes this a bit easier.

“Y/N. I’m choosing Y/N, obviously.”

Your heart skips a beat. All eyes are on you, mouths are falling agape and you are sure you can hear a whistling sound coming from Venessa.

A minute later you find yourself behind your neighbour’s little house—in an angle that the others can’t see you—Jeongin standing in front of you, carrying the most mischievous smile that earth—or whatever planet that is—has ever witnessed.

“Of course you chose me,” you tease him.

Your colleague—who you met less than a day ago—has the palm of his hand placed on the wooden wall behind you, cageing you between his body and the hard surface colliding with your back.

Maybe this will help him make him feel real again. And your mind is occupied with the same idea.

“We can always stop, Y/N. It’s just a game,” he reminds you but for some reason it sounds as if there’s more behind his words.

“I don’t want to stop. I want you,” you admit.

His smirk turns into something darker, pure lust swirling around in his eyes, before he crashes his lips into your own. And God, you feel like a real person again. Jeongin kisses you with so much passion as no other man before.

He pushes you further against the little house, his tongue immediately slipping in and you let him. Fuck. Your mind is racing at lightning speed, your body screaming for more. This is just a game. It’s just a game. And a dumb dream that you’re caught in.

There’s nothing wrong if you’d let your incredibly hot colleague do more to you than just kissing.

Right?

“Touch me, Jeongin,” you tell him, sounding so desperately he’s afraid he might as well come in his pants. You sound so adorable, begging him for more.

Still, he needs to make sure that that’s actually what you want. “Really? Are you in the right state of mind?”

You look at him, nodding, “Absolutely. I’m sober. Do you want to, though?”

He chuckles, “I’ve wanted you ever since you stepped inside the company this morning.”

“Then don’t make me wait any longer,” you tell him.

Jeongin follows suit, letting his hand wander under your skirt, sneaking below the fabric. He grips your thigh, as he keeps kissing you, while his fingers wander further.

You give in, your tongue circling around his own, when you feel him brush over your soaked underwear. Jeongin keeps touching you through the ruined fabric, before he pushes your panties aside. Slipping a finger inside you, he watches you part your mouth.

“Feels good,” you tell him and he keeps moving.

His thumb is pressed against your clit, starting to draw smooth circles on it, while his lips collide with your neck. 

You can’t hold back but listen to the sound of a moan passing your lips, when he adds another digit. You already feel so full, thanks to the thickness and length of his fingers, as your new colleague keeps pleasuring you. Right here. Behind your neighbour’s house. This is definitely too wild but you can’t seem to stop.

“You sound so pretty. You’re such a good girl for me, Y/N,” he whispers. “Who would have thought that you’d let me have you like this on our first night together, hm? Are you that much of a desperate little slut, baby?”

He’s gonna ruin you, that you are sure of. Especially, when Jeongin that menace decided to curl his fingers inside you, adding a third one.

“Fuck—Jeongin, I’m close. Don’t stop, please,” you admit. You don’t even know if it’s been half a minute or longer but no one has ever brought you to your relief that quickly.

“Go on, baby, let go,” he speaks, when he feels you tightening around his fingers. And you do. You come all over them, as your body shakes while utmost satisfaction takes over you, running through your muscles and veins.

Jeongin helps you through it, placing sweet little kisses on your skin, until you calm down again. He pulls his fingers out of you, making sure you keep your eyes on him when he licks them clean.

“You’re so sweet,” he tells you. “I’m glad we’re working together, Y/N.”

You can’t help but smile, feeling all flustered but not regretting a single second of this scene with him.

“I’m glad too, Jeongin.”

Your colleague helps you adjust your outfit, before you hear Venessa scream your way, telling you that the time is over. But before you’re ready to go back to the group, you check your phone, since it receives a message at this moment.

[Info]: Seven minutes in heaven are over. Seven days are left for you to find the perfect partner to make it out of this universe again and go back to your home, Y/N. For this to work, you have to find your perfect spouse and marry them within the next week.

What? You’re getting quests now? What kind of bullshit is this?

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die with a smile

a hwang hyunjin short story

week three

hyunjin didn’t want to admit that he has been purposely hiding in the supply closet to talk to you. he was very intrigued to paint, he even got his friends to get him stuff that he stashed away in here so they can learn in peace. he didn’t want to worry but it's been quite a few days since you tried to come and bother him. walking out his room, he starts to slowly making his way towards your room, every time he would try to go see you, your door would be closed or you wouldn’t be in there. hyunjin was getting lonely maybe he needs to make more friends. turning the corner he sees the door of your room open. with a smile on his face he dashes to the door, looking in only for it to be empty once again.

“for someone who tries to avoid her, you are awfully here quite a bit.” a voice says from behind him. hyunjin jumps turning around wanting to see who is speaking.

“im not looking for her.” hyunjin quickly dismisses the kid who looks like he could be his age. hyunjin turns to walk back to his room, while the new person continues to follow him.

“i’m jisung. yn talks about you a lot.” jisung says, making hyunjin stop while jisung walks pass him heading to god knows where. hyunjin quickly comes out his daze to follow after him.

“what do you mean she talks about me. we barely know each other.” he grumbles out, following jisung into what he assume his room. hyunjin stops at the door when he sees a man sitting in the chair holding two pudding cups, looking a little annoyed.

“jisung where did you go, doctors said you need to rest. and look at you walking around talking to pretty boys. that's got to stop.” the man says helping jisung into the bed gently tucking him in.

"you must be hyunjin, hi im minho. yn talks about you a lot. you should be nicer to her." minho says turning his attention back to jisung. hyunjin watches as they conversate with each other. how tender the touches were. he felt like he was intruding so he slowly turns to leave when jisung calls out to him.

"she won't be back for a couple of days." he says while chewing on pudding he was get spoon fed. hyunjin simply nods and walks out, going to look for something to pass the time.

a couple of days later, hyunjin was reading a book when you popped in, jumping on his bed right over him. hyunjin grumbles lightly shoving you off.

"where the hell have you been, i've been waiting for you everyday." hyunjin says throwing the book out in frustrating, making you slightly jump. your face was stunned by his reaction only for it to morph into a smirk.

"you missed me?" hyunjins worry instantly turned to anger as he started to push you out his room. your laugher filling the room. hyunjin soon found himself smiling and following you out the door to their secret hideout.

hyunjin was starting to get the hang of painting his intense eyes staring at the way you held the paintbrush the light strokes he tried to mimic, though your style was sloppy and slow he found his to be more rushed. he liked the way the colors don't have enough time to fully dye the canvas beneath. he was so immersed in his painting, until he heard you coughing. looking away from his canvas he sees you gasping for air, you were having trouble breathing. hyunjin in a panic runs out grabbing the first nurse he could find, pulling them to you.

hyunjin was pacing the doors outside your room. the doctors and nurse shut it and closed the blinds so hyunjin had no way to know how you were. in fact he didn't even know what you were in here for. he made a mental note to ask you when he knew you were feeling better. he just wanted to see you to make sure you were okay right now, right this second. hyunjin couldn't really place his feeling towards you. one minute you got on his nerves and the next he was laughing with you. you always seemed to light a room no matter where you went.

hyunjin stands when he hears the door open, with the distant sound of your laughter. before the doctor could even get a word out hyunjin rushes right past the doctor right into the room where he sees your bright smile. letting out a breath of relief, hyunjin steps right into your embrace. he was so happy you were okay.

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