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.”

point discontinuity | kim seungmin

genre: frenemy-ish au, housemates au, fluffy, suggestive 18+

warning(s): suggestive content, horny thoughts but fluffy overall, cursing, mentions of drinking and being drunk

word count: 1.2k

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Another night, another house party. Drunk out of your mind, you lean your body on the wall, holding on to an empty red cup. Perhaps you should have paced yourself with the jungle juice. Changbin does not play when it comes to his mixes. You probably went over your usual limit tonight but it is what it is. That failed exam needs to get out of your system.

It doesn’t help that the one person you can’t stand in your friend group was approaching you. He takes the cup and gently puts your arm around his neck. It doesn’t help that he smells so fucking good that it was addictive. It doesn’t help that he wraps his arm around your waist. It doesn’t help that he’s so close to you that you could combust.

He slowly walks you over to the entrance of the house. You want to give him a hard time but your brain and body are mush.

“Did I get the right Y/N? Or did I get a decoy?” he jokes.

“Minniee. I’m real. No fake,” you pout.

“Minnie? Are you sure you’re the right Y/N? Cause the Y/N I know still fights me even when she’s drunk.”

“I’m I’m tiiired. I just want bed. And snuggles.” You shiver as cold air bit your skin. Seungmin takes off his hoodie and puts it on you. You were engulfed in his sweet, musky scent you never get tired off. Of course you won’t admit that to anyone. Or him especially.

“I’ll call Lixie to come over tonight so he can cuddle you. Now we have to get you home.” He guides you to his car and opens the door for you.

“But I want Minnie instead for snuggles.” You pout even more.

“Don’t you want your best friend more than your frenemy?”

“Nooo. I want Minnieee!! Seungminnie!!!”

“Fine fine. But you better not be squirmy tonight.”

The ride home was quiet. You don’t know how you ended up at this point. You’ve only been inside Seungmin’s car for a whopping three times including this one despite him being one of your housemates for the past year. You know your little “hatred” for him was just a facade for what lives in your psyche.

Infatuation is such a beautiful mess. The countless times you’ve had scenarios of him playing in your head is insurmountable. The way he teases you. Fuck. It’s so hot that… that it keeps you up all night just thinking and thinking about him. Fingers under the sheets you pretend were his. Bliss. Euphoric. Heavenly.

Right when he parked in front of the house, he didn’t even let you out of the car until he went to open the passenger door for you and carried you in his arms.

“Ack! Seungmin put me down!!! You- you kidnapper!!!” You smack his chest. But that had no effect on him, seeing how he was chuckling at you.

“No way I’m letting you walk and trip all over yourself.”

Your eyes meet his and you wrap your arms around his neck. He doesn’t even need to try making your heart skip a beat. Just the way he’s looking at you makes you turn into a puddle of water that will eventually evaporate. Fuck him and his pretty face.

It’s not so easy for Seungmin either. Your pretty pouty lips are so kissable, he can devour them for hours without stopping. Your dress has ridden up, making for your most of your thighs exposed. Damn. They would be pretty painted with his love marks. Holy shit. He shouldn’t be having these thoughts right now. He needs to take care of your drunken state.

“Minnieee,” you giggle as you snap him out of his indecent reverie. He swears the lilt of your voice will make him implode. “How how come you look so pwetty?”

“Huh?” You shouldn't be filling his thoughts that drives his delusions even more.

Your hand finds its way to his chin, grabbing his face even more closer to admire his beauty. The liquor and strawberry perfume commingling together to make such a dizzying sensation is making Seungmin hang by the thread.

Be a gentleman now Seungmin come on.

No words were shared as he takes you to your bedroom. He pretty much knows where you placed all your clothes at, considering how many times you’ve come home drunk. It’s not at all awkward between you two despite butting heads on numerous occasions. He still makes it a point to take care of you when the other roommates are not home, especially when you're drunk out of your mind. Or when you're sick. Or when you're losing your head because of shitty professors and their shitty assignments. Or when you needed that chocolate croissant from that one French bakery on the other side of town at 12 in the morning. Or when you just needed someone to hug because why not.

You were still in laying down in bed with your body sprawled out like Patrick Star. “Go take a shower or I will bathe you myself dummy,” he chided as he gives you your change of clothes.

“Fiiiine.” You march to your restroom with the thought of Seungmin bathing you. How would it feel having his hands massage and lather your hair? What if they trait down your wet and dewy shoulders to your clavicle to your brea-

Stop It, God Fucking Dammit!!!

Once you finished showering, Seungmin was already in his cute puppy pajamas, waiting for you on your bed. You were a bit more sober now and you realize how your earlier dumbass self wanted to cuddle him. Well. You couldn’t back out now. You weren’t gonna wuss out just because of Kim Seungmin. Your so-called frenemy.

For some reason, the bed doesn't feel so bad with him being there. Quite the contrary actually. It feels more at home and cozy. Both of you slid under the comforter and you take the initiative of getting closer to him.

“Hi,” you whisper as you caress his cheeks.

“Hey,” he whispers back. You swear you just saw his eyes twinkle. His arm find its way again back to your waist and he pulls your body close to his. It was like finally putting the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle together. All this time, you both knew it was you two meant for each other all along. It definitely took some time to share vulnerabilities and parts of each other but it was all worth it.

“I like you,” you blurt out all of a sudden. You felt the need to cover your mouth. You can tell the shock on his face but it then contorts to that of intrigue and mischief.

You add,” Of course I’ll never admit that to you.”

“Of course not,” he laughs. He scoots closer to kiss your nose and your temple.

“I—” You are definitely sober now.

“I’ll never admit that I like you too.”

You both share a knowing smile with each other. Soaking in each other’s comfort wasn’t in your bucket list but for sure being his forever will be added.

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A/N: Hello hello! Sorry it took a while for a new fic to release! The Jeongin and Jisung fics will have to wait for a bit since this summer is still pretty hectic :,) I hope you guys enjoy! Please do leave a feedback if you can! I am open to taking any suggestions to make my stories better in the future!!!

die with a smile

a hwang hyunjin short story

week one

he couldn’t hear the doctor with the buzzing in his ears. he refused to believe it. he was sick. the doctor said cancer. no he felt fine. there was no way he could be sick. the light shaking of his shoulder brought him out of the little daze he was in. 

“hyunjin are you okay? did you hear the doctor.” his friend said. 

the tears in his eyes started to fog up his vision, slowly tumbling out his eyes. the doctor in front of him, pulls out tissues softly handing them to the crying boy.

”i understand this news can be very hard to take in, we are lucky that we were able to catch it in it’s earlier stages. if you don't mind we would like to have you stay here for some testing.” the doctors voice did nothing to help the breaking heart of his. he should be happy they caught it because if it was too late, he didn’t even want to think of that. 

hyunjin nods, his friend patting him on the back saying its going to be okay and that he is in good hands.

a soft knock on the door followed by a girls head poking in with a bright smile. “good afternoon doctor kim. is this the new impatient?” the girl turns her head from the doctor to stare at him. hyunjin felt awkward, his face was tearfilled and you gave him a bright smile. 

“hi yn. yes this is hyunjin, he will be staying here for a while, and how did you come by this news?” the doctor says placing the charts down on his desk. 

“word travels fast; we don't really get many inpatient's anymore. can i walk him?” hyunjin finally looked away at the girl in the doctor's coat leaning fully on the door frame. 

“yn this isnt your job, how many times do i have to sa-“ 

“i know, ill just walk him to nurse lee. im heading that way anyways.” you say practically begging. hyunjin couldn’t understand why you was so eager to walk him to his ending doom. some people love to see others suffer or something.

the doctor sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. you smile walking further in to grab the charts only for the doctor to slam his hand over top of them.

”nice try kid. hyunjin this is yn she will be leading you to the care unit. please just ignore anything she says. she likes to talk alot. also if i can speak to your friend for a little and then i can send him your way.” hyunjin nods, following you out the door. 

the hospital smell was sickening, hyunjin couldn’t get his mind off the devastating news. trying to distract himself, hyunjin watches yn. the little skip in your step, the doctor's coat that seemed a little too big for you. he watched how you interacted with the other doctors laughing or with other patients like himself. It made him sick. there was no reason for someone to be happy in this moment. 

you stopped in front of the nurses station talking to someone. she waves over to him, he slowly takes steps till he standing right next to your smaller form. 

“this is nurse lee they will be taking care of you from now on. trust me you are in gentle hands.” you say bye waving to him and the nurses at the station. hyunjins eyes continue to follow you till you round a corner no longer in sight. the nurse in front of him called him out, then showed him to his room.

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I THINK ABOUT IT ALL THE TIME — PT. 4 MEGAVERSE — [18+!]

AN INTERACTIVE SERIES

“I know what you enjoy… no one can make you feel as good as I do, yeah?”

❇️ You’re left confused. On top of all the romantic drama going on with Felix, Hyunjin and Jeongin—as well as Jisung in the back of your mind—you’re now destined to find a husband within seven days. So, in order to fulfill this quest, you get out there, meeting none other than your crush’s best friend Minho—and he’s got some secrets to share about Jisung while he reminds you of the night between your longtime enemy and you that’s never been.

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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

📗 WORD COUNT: 4.5K

⛳️ CONTENT WARNING: explicit sexual content [includes protected piv, oral (f receiving), boss x secretary, slight degrading, name calling such as baby, princess, slut], betrayal and lies :)

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Your heart is pounding out of your chest. What on earth? Or more like—fake earth?

You’re sure by now that none of this can be a dream. Especially, after being with Jeongin, you’re convinced you’re trapped in some weird copy of your universe.

So, you’re supposed to get married within a week? In order to escape this place and get back home? How are you supposed to accomplish that?

You blink once. Twice. A third time. When you open your eyes completely again, there’s a timer in front of your lenses, showing you a countdown.

6 days, 23 hours, 59 min, 20 seconds.

You take a deep breath.

6 days, 23 hours, 59 min, 12 seconds.

Fuck. Time is running. Literally.

“A-Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” Jeongin asks, his voice shaking. Oh, God. He’s still here. Correct.

“Yeah! I’m fine. Just trying to figure out how to go back without embarrassment,” you explain, catching your lower lip between your teeth. Shit. You just let your new coworker that you met less than a day ago finger fuck you behind your neighbours house. That’s as wild as it gets, huh?

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Y/N,” Jeongin reassure you, gently placing a lose strand behind your ear. “It’s just a game, right?”

He’s said that before. And hearing it a second time just confuses you more as if there's more behind his words.

Is there… a possibility that Jeongin might be aware of being caught inside a parallel universe as well? And if so, does this mean that everyone you meet here and don’t know from real life experience the same as well?

Nah, that doesn’t make any sense. You’re sure, Jeongin is just some other character in this, too. Maybe it’s his weird way of flirting, who knows. Or he’s a no-strings-attached guy and it’s his way of telling you, letting you down gently.

“Correct,” you sigh, arranging your outfit and your colleague helps you. But for someone who’s not here for the long run, he’s a bit too… comforting, caring almost.

“Come on, I promise no one will give you weird glances or anything,” he says and you believe him. There’s something about the softness in his eyes and the brightness in his smile, that makes your heart feel all warm as if he’s laying a blanket all over you.

“Let’s go, yeah?”

You nod and follow him back to the group.

And Jeongin breaks his promise as soon as you head back and four pairs of eyes are darting holes into your skull. Yeah. That much for no weird glances.

“Look who’s back,” Miko teases, not meaning anything bad. She’s giggling, while pouring herself and Felix another drink but the freckled one declines.

You watch your childhood friend suddenly stand up and walk towards his little house, “I’m tired guys. Good night.”

Fuck. He’s pissed. Felix knows what you and Jeongin were doing behind your neighbour’s trailer and he isn’t that amazed about it.

When you drag your gaze towards Hyunjin, you notice some hints of jealousy in his face as well but he’s a lot better at hiding it.

“Don’t be shy, come back you two,” the artist encourages you, giving you a small smile to tell you that everything is fine.

Although it doesn’t feel like it. The rest of the night you opt for sipping on water, not really able to focus on what’s happening around you. First, the thoughts about that marriage quest aren’t leaving your head and, second, you’re left confused about the Felix situation.

You get that he’s mad at you. Emotionally, you understand why he’s reacted this way. But then again, it was just a game and he can’t be sure what actually happened between Jeongin and you. Sure, he basically confessed having a crush on you back in high school the other night but that doesn’t mean the two of you are dating now, right?

Sinking down further on your foldable chair, you watch your friends laugh together as they enter another discussion about some topic you’re not following anymore.

“Y/N?”

You shift towards the man sitting next to you. He looks beautiful in the dim fairy lights that are hanging from Venessa’s to Felix’s house.

“Yeah?” you ask.

Jeongin smiles. “I think I’m gonna go home, I’ll need to get some sleep for tomorrow. For work, you know.”

You immediately fix your posture, before getting up. “Sure!”

“Thank you for inviting me. I’ve had a great time, as you know,” he flirts, when he pulls you into a hug. You don’t care that Hyunjin might still be watching—or Felix might be mad at you while being back in his house—you’ve had a great time tonight and you’re glad you met your colleague.

“Where are you heading to, Jeongin?” you suddenly hear Miko speak. Venessa said goodnight a while ago, so you’re only now realising Miko is the only woman that has to go back home in the dark.

You think about offering her to stay at your place, but Jeongin is faster to propose a better idea. “I live in Seoul. How are you getting home? Perhaps we can go together?”

“Great! I live in Seoul too,” she says, grabbing her purse. Then she turns around towards you.

“Thanks for the nice evening, Y/N. It was so good to see you again.” Miko grins, pulling you into a tight hug. You’re caught off guard a bit—both by the sudden touch and the way her pastel pink hair glitters in the moonlight.

“Text me when you both are home, okay?” you tell them, as they wave you goodbye.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” Miko says.

“See you tomorrow!”

“Goodnight,” you add when they’re already gone, no chance to be able to hear you.

Turning around on your feet, you walk towards the chairs again, only to find them empty. Weird. Wasn’t Hyunjin here a second ago? He didn’t even say goodbye to the others, you realise. Hopefully, he didn’t pull a Felix and just disappeared.

But when you walk a little further, staying as quiet as possible, you find him—under Felix’s veranda, talking to none other than your childhood best friend.

“No, you don’t get it,” Felix spits, severly angry.

“I actually do. You’re jealous. Fine,” Hyunjin interrupts hm. “It was just a game. Do you want to be mad at every guy that looks at her now? And why the hell didn’t you overreact that way when I kissed her? You don’t think I’m competition?”

You dont get it either. Well, partly you do. Felix and you spent a wonderful night after a wonderful day of showing you around together and you do have some very deep rooted history together. Feelings like these don’t just vanish overnight but you haven’t talked things out. You never do.

“Of course you’re not. You’re loyal. I know you’d never pull a Cecilia move like this,” he says.

Cecilia? She exists here too?

And what move—despite being a not so good best friend—did she pull in this universe?

“Oh, so that’s it?” Hyunjin questions.

“Yeah. Obviously. I understand why Y/N would kiss you for revenge,” Felix says.

Revenge? What revenge? Just because Cecilia only talks about her crush on Hyunjin and annoys you on a daily basis—as well as having the emotional intelligence of a toaster regarding you—doesn’t make you worthy of wanting to get revenge. That’s a little too exaggerated, right?

“She sure didn’t kiss me as if it was just for revenge,” Hyunjin points out, clicking his tongue.

Oh, fuck. That’s not what you wanted. There’s still a real Cecilia out there who didn’t do anything wrong—whatever this version did to you.

“Whatever. I’d understand it with what you told me about Cecilia and Jisung,” Felix adds, shrugging his shoulders.

What?

Cecilia and Jisung?

They’ve never liked each other. Did she perhaps talk shit about you to him?

“I mean, she’s a bitch but I would have never expected him to be like this,” Hyunjin admits.

Does that mean Jisung believed whatever rumours she made up? Or isn’t it connected to gossiping?

“Are you sure that’s the whole story?” Felix asks.

“No, that’s just what Minho told me,” the taller one explains.

Hyunjin knows Minho? Minho exists in this universe too?

It feels as if this scene is giving you more questions than actual answers.

“Exactly. So, we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. We can hold Cecilia accountable, though. And I’m not just saying that because I hate her.” Hyunjin sighs, shaking his head. “Well, partly though.”

This version of Hyunjin seems to be even more annoyed about your so-called best friend and you truly wonder what happened in this parallel universe to make him so furious only speaking her name.

“I get it, man,” Felix says, nodding.

“And until then—get it together,” his friend tells him “You either talk to Y/N or you’re not allowed to throw a scene like this. You’re not teens anymore although I get that she makes you feel things you haven’t felt in ages.”

He’s right in some way. After all, there hasn’t been a solving discussion between you and Felix when there should have been one. But with less than seven days left to find a man to marry you, time flies by at the speed of light.

“Sorry, man. I didn’t want to… embarrass all of you,” Felix says, blushing which you can see because he’s standing right under those fairy lights. He feels weird about how he behaved earlier and if it was about him he would go to your place now and instantly apologise. However, it’s late at night and he thinks you’re already asleep.

“You didn’t. But talk to her tomorrow, yeah?” Hyunjin says, already on his way to grab his stuff to go home.

But Felix makes him stop in his tracks, “Hyune?”

“Yeah?” he asks, turning around again.

“Do you like her?”

Felix’s breath hitches when the words spill from his lips and he tries his best to hide it—successfully failing at his attempt.

“I think it’s better if I don’t answer that question,” is all that Hyunjin is able to share. “Good night, Lix.”

“Goodnight,” Felix whispers, barely audible.

Fucking hell. What have you just witnessed?

On your tippy toes, you step towards your little house, praying neither of them catches you spying on them. When Hyunjin is out of sight and Felix has walked inside his own home, you discreetly open your front door and enter too.

You shut the door behind you again, before your back meets the hard wood. That’s the first time you let go off that breath you’ve been holding, all the air leaving your lungs.

You need answers. You’re overwhelmed. For a second you thought being caught inside your own video game would be funny but you underestimated all the riddles and quests.

First, you have to get married to someone within seven days. As if this wasn’t terrifying enough it proposes more thoughts—what will this mean to your life in the real world? Is there even a real world or are you just caught in another universe?

What do your actions here mean to your actual life? Are there consequences? And vice versa?

At some point, you fall asleep, closing your eyes. Your body just gives out although your mind is still occupied with trying to solve this riddle.

Fortunately, you are still able to get a bit of rest and despite Doli not really being easy on you, Jeongin always manages to put a smile on your face no matter what. For lunch, he shows you a new street food place and you get to have a look at a different side of this version of Seoul.

The city is entirely different—mostly high above the clouds, endless platforms connecting the skyscrapers with one another. If you knew any better, the architecture and city concept would make you get reminded of Singapore instead.

“How’s your food?” Jeongin asks, his mouth full.

“Its great! Thank you for showing me this place.”

“Anything for you,” he replies with a wink. That menace. You wished you could get into more flirting with him but your mind is occupied with the same stupid topics again—the marriage deal and that Jisung might be around here, breaking hearts including your own.

After lunch, the two of you head back to the company, getting ready for another three hours of useless scolding by your boss but it goes straight into one ear and out the other way.

You’ve got plans. You want to check out this cute coffee shop that Jeongin told you about during your shared break but you’re going to go there alone. It’s not that you don’t want him to accompany you, but in order to solve those two cases you need full focus. And that’s it possible when your colleague is wearing a tight grey shirt, showing off his arms and hands, turning you into a mad woman.

You say your goodbyes once you’re done and take the subway to the little café. Once you’re there, you enter, searching for a spot.

Until you hear a familiar voice calling your name, “Y/N?”

You turn towards him. Oh, God. He’s part of the puzzle that needs to be solved. And that’s not all there is. In real life, he’s your absolutely annoying boss that’s been your enemy ever since you used to compete against each other in college and you would have thought that’s your destiny with him—until that one night that’s never been.

“Minho?” you ask and he’s already approaching you. The man pulls you into a hug—quite unusual but you let him—and when he disconnects again, a text appears in front of your eyes.

“Minho Lee. Food critic [Level 5]. 26 years old. Busan Bay. Traits: foodie, cat lover [3 more hidden traits]. Friends: Justin Delgato, Supriya Delgato, Jisung Han, Akira Kibo. Enemies: Cecilia Kang.”

Han Jisung?

But what makes your heart stop another time is a different name.

Cecilia Kang. It’s actually your Cecilia who Felix and Hyunjin talked about.

Your best friend is part of this universe too? Why hasn’t she visited you yet? And the same counts for Jisung. Well, perhaps in this universe you’ve never met him. But what makes no sense at all is why you wouldn’t be friends with Cecilia—whom you’ve known since school—when you met Hyunjin and Felix at the same place.

“Wow, long time no see. I didn’t expect to meet you here. Especially, after that move you pulled,” Minho confesses.

“W-What?”

The hell did parallel universe Y/N do?

“I mean, I’ve always known that you’re attracted to me but you didn’t have to change jobs after our night together, hm?”

Oh. So a night shared with your mortal enemy exists here too. Great. As if the actual one night stand with him didn’t mess with your feelings enough.

[Memory]: Minho and you used to be colleagues, working in the same restaurant. One night after a long shift and you getting in a fight with your former best friend over a man, he helped you relax a little. The next day—fully embarrassed—you quit your job. Minho did the same, as he’s now working as a restaurant critic instead.

Fuck. That’s a bit too close to the real world. The real Minho and you share a secret that none of your friends know about. It happened last year at a firm event—more like a party—when the two of you had that cheap bottle of vodka together and he bent you over his desk in his office. Yes. Your boss. In real life, he unfortunately is your boss and not just some colleague.

You remember every detail of it, as if it was yesterday. Despite not being sober at all.

Minho had your body pressed against the hard surface of his desk, your stomach meeting the wood, as he pushed your dress up high. He spent hours eating you out—at least it felt like it, when he made you edge again and again. When you became a little impatient, he finally gave in.

He was positioned right behind you, pumping his hardening dick that was leaking with his juices—begging to be inside you, having your wet warm walls wrapped around him. Your boss reached for a condom, pulled it down his length before he started brushing over your soaking entrance with the tip of his dick.

“You sure you want this, Y/N? Come on, look at me,” he said. You turned around, lust swirling in your eyes, awaiting the utmost pleasure that you were about to experience.

“Don't make me wait any longer,” you told him.

Minho scoffed, “You’re okay with it despite being drunk?”

“Absolutely. I’ve dreamt about this while being sober, so…” you confessed, throwing away your brain—or pussy—to mouth filter.

Minho chuckled. “Naughty girl… walking around in my office waiting to get fucked, hm? Is that what it is?”

You giggled, arching your back and spreading your legs for the man who had been getting on your nerves for half a decade now. But that’s what you needed. Get rid off the tension by having him rail you into oblivion, fuck the brat out of you, make you scream his name–

“Fuck, this pussy’s so good. I knew you wouldn’t be able to r-resist me forever, hm?”

He made you feel so full, when his cock was entering you, filling you more and more until the tip was touching your cervix.

“R-Right there, Minho…” is all that you managed to let out.

“Nah, we’re still using honorifics. Does your little brain get that, Y/N?”

Oh, God. You were sure you’d see heaven that night. At least being with Minho like this felt exactly like a taste of it.

“Y-Yes, sir—fuck, this feels so good,” you told him.

He continued picking up his pace, sneaking his hand between your legs from the front. When two of his fingers collided with your clit and made it their utmost goal of the night to make you come, you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold back that much longer.

And the things he oh so shamelessly whispered into your ear. As if it was the most normal thing on this planet. All of this had been hiding inside him for so long. You do sure wished you would have allowed him to fuck you sooner.

At some point, you almost forgot that there was another man trying to conquer your heart—yes even back then, half a year ago.

But whenever that happened, Minho made sure to remind you of who was currently making you feel so good.

“You’re such a good slut for my cock… I’ve waited long enough for this. We should have done this so much sooner, huh?”

You were on the same page about it. At least he thought so.

“Absolutely, fuck–“

Minho came closer to your ear, softly whispering, “Come on, baby, let go for me, yeah?” 

The Monday morning after that night, you pretended that nothing happened. And when Minho saw that you were avoiding him at all cost, he dropped his idea of asking you out on a date as well. You’d never see him this way, after all.

“You didn’t even say goodbye,” parallel universe Minho says, dragging you out of that flashback scene.

Fuck. What are you supposed to do now? You don’t know what this version of yourself said or did to Minho? It all seems so different although it’s not.

“I… I received a new job offer. Uhm, I work in the social media field now,” you explain. After all, this isn’t a lie. Maybe you haven’t talked to him because you’ve been so busy… right?

“Me too,” he tells you. “Hey, look. I know things between us have been bumpy, especially after… you know… but I told you that night, I’m always here for you, especially after what Jisung did to you.”

What?

“What do you mean?”

Now you probably look like the stupidest person on this planet.

“Princess, you seem a bit confused. It’s probably the weather. Wait a second—can we get a bottle of water please? With ice, yeah?” he tells the waitress before he points to the empty chair besides him. “Come here.”

And there’s something about this dominant behaviour that makes your knees go so weak that you actually have no choice but to sit down.

At least that’s how you justify it, when you get closer to your not-so-anymore enemy that seems to play a very different role in your alternative life here.

“You’re… since when are you so kind to me?” it blurts out of you, with zero control.

But this Minho is confused. Perhaps, in a timeline like this, you’ve never become that much of each others professional haters. And it plays with your head. All those scenarios of what could have been if we just talked it out.

What a cliche, right?

“What do you mean? I– I know we’ve been rivals and all in college and that held on for a bit when we started the same job, but… I seriously thought we went past that… after last week when we…” Minho says, his voice slightly shaking.

God dammit. You seriously hope that the Y/N you must have changed spots with is treating your Minho from real life with so much care to make up for the hurt you’re unintentionally causing right now.

“I mean… yeah… I’m just confused, I guess,” you tell him, hoping it’ll work. “It’s the heat. Just too hot these days.”

“I get it,” he says with a wink—almost making you spit out your water—before he turns dead serious against That’s just some type of superpower that he owns. “Like I said, with Jisung… but I don’t want to remind you of that. Are you okay, tho? How have you been?”

What the hell did Jisung do?

“F-Fine. Well, I moved to Starlost Boulevard. My new job is great… I met an old friend again,” you say, unsure if it sounds like rambling. But maybe with whatever information you share, you’ll find out more about what happened before you lived that life you’re currently starring in like a main character.

“That’s great, Y/N. I’m really happy for you… although I’m sad you didn’t say anything after our night and just… disappeared,” he tells you.

For some reason, the tension and dynamic oddly reminds you of Felix. The whole motif of disappearing is mostly responsible for it but it seems as if this world is filled with so many words that have been left unspoken that you know it won’t get easier from here.

“I’m– Im sorry,” you apologise.

Minho is… so different. Although it’s him. You’re truly sure.

What you’re not aware of is the fact that this parallel universe Minho is the version of the real one who isn’t afraid of his own feelings. Hopefully, once you get back home, the one you’ve known for years can adapt to this one a bit.

And that’s why you allow the man who’s sitting with you to stay with you for a while. The two of you talk—mainly about your new jobs and you also get some more information about Hyunjin. Minho unfortunately avoids the whole Jisung topic at all because he seems to have done some severe damage in this world that you can’t quite explain.

When you’re done with eating—sharing a blueberry cheesecake together—Minho calls the waitress again, asking for the bill.

“Let me pay, yeah?” he tells you, reaching for his wallet.

“Minho… why are you… so kind?”

“Is it too much? If I’m making you uncomfortable, please tell me,” he asks, sincerely.

You shake your head, “N-No. Not at all. I just… I thought we didn’t like each other…”

“Well, I do like you. I told you the other night. Before you disappeared. I wanted to ask you out on a date.”

Now, thinking back to real life, you wonder if this applies to earth Minho, too. God, you make him sound like an alien. 

And in the meantime, Minho’s guilty conscience is haunting him again. Sure, when he slept with you, he wasn’t aware of his best friend’s feelings for you. And he’s sure they must have changed, considering he’s with another woman now. Sometimes, he wonders if Jisung just said he’s in love with you so Minho backs off. For whatever reason.

But he won’t figure that out. After all, he hasn’t talked to his best friend ever since that moment shared with you in the restaurant you used to work at.

“I’m glad I found you again, Y/N,” he dares to admit. Fuck this. Jisung has had his chance. And when your best friend gets together with your crush, Minho might as well go to hell for the same thing.

“More, Minho… please,” you moan, having your legs spread in an angle that your muscles will be sour tomorrow. That you are sure of. Still, the man between your thighs adjusts his position, as he lets his tongue graze over your clit. Very soaked clit. From your own arousal and the fact that Minho has been passionately making out with your pussy for what feels like hours.

And it reminds you of that night shared in real life. He’s had you like this too—only that you’re in your comfortable bed this time—tears filling your vision, when his fingers hit that certain spot inside you. He edged you over and over again—but this Minho is quite the opposite.

You’ve lost count on how many times he’s made you come tonight and you don’t even care. All you know is that you need more.

That’s exactly what you get, when he tells you, “Anything for you, princess.”

Minho gets up from your mattress, walking towards his discarded pants and fishing out a condom. Once he’s ready, he grabs you by your waist and manhandles you around until your stomach meets the soft surface underneath you. Some things never change. Not even in a parallel universe.

“Right there–“ you whine, once he enters you, filling you up so deliciously.

“I know what you enjoy… no one can make you feel as good as I do, yeah?”

“Correct, Min,” you let out, feeling your brain go all foggy.

“I love when you call me by that name,” he admits, rutting even deeper into you. He’s hitting that certain spot again, as he watched you drool all over the pillow underneath your face. What a sight for him to witness.

“Yeah?” you manage to ask, while arching your back further.

“Hm,” he whispers. “Come on, I know you can take it.”

You wake up in the middle of the night, a distant memory of Minho taking care of your body and tugging you into bed a few hours ago making you smile. When you check your phone, a notification hits you.

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