(Reader Has No Name! I Use (Y/N) And Pronouns She/her.)

(Reader has no name! I use (Y/N) and pronouns she/her.)

Bangchan: He wouldn’t tease you really. He’d reassure you that it’s normal and there’s no need to be embarrassed. He would kiss all over your face until your blush disappears and you giggle.

“You feeling better?” He asks, smiling at Y/N.

Y/N nods, “Feel better but I’m still thinking about my dream.”

He grins, “We can make your dream reality if you tell me what it was.”

“I’m too embarrassed.”

“I’ve seen every beautiful part of you and we have done everything known to man, sweetheart.”

Y/N takes a deep breath as she plays with her shirt, “I was just dreaming about your arms and how you pin me down, Chan. I love it when you do that.”

“That’s what has you so worked up?” He asks, “The thought of me pinning you down is what made you wake up moaning my name?”

Y/N blushes, “Shut up.”

He laughs and kisses her again, “I have no complaints about it, sweetheart. I love knowing how much you desire me. You have no idea how many times I’ve had dreams about you and woke to find I came in my pants.”

“You dirty boy.” Y/N laughs.

He grins and looks down between her legs and licks his lips, “Would you rather go back to sleep or have me bring your dream to life?”

Y/N gulps, “I’d much rather you fuck me back to sleep.”

He takes his shirt off and trips getting out of his pants causing her to laugh. He jumps on her making her squeal as he starts kissing all over her face again, “No one would know you’re horny with how much you’re laughing.”

“You’re the only one who needs to know I’m horny.”

He looks down at her and his face lights up, “I know we are both horny and craving sex but can I just say you are so beautiful.”

“Tell me after you fuck me because after that dream I really need you.”

He groans and the sound goes straight between her legs. She loved dreaming about him and all the inappropriate things they do together and even though it is sometimes embarrassing when he catches her, there was nothing she loved more than when those dreams came to life because reality was always better and he was always so thoughtful and caring even through all the sexual tension.

Y/N gasps as he suddenly starts taking her clothes off, leaving her naked and exposed. His eyes rake over her body and he groans at the sight.

“I am so thankful that you get horny when you’re sleeping.”

Y/N laughs loudly but he silences her with a kiss and the two of you get lost in a world that is entirely yours.

Changbin: “You wannnnnnt me.” He smirked.

She blushed, “Shut up.”

He laughed, “(Y/N), you have no idea how much I desire you every day and to know you desire me even when you sleep brings me joy and also makes me horny.”

She snorted out a laugh, “You’re always horny.”

“Seems to me that you are too.” He grinned.

He moved closer causing her stomach to tighten. His breath was hitting her lips and she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and slide her tongue into his mouth and to feel his tongue in hers.

“Tell me what you were dreaming about that got you so turned on.” He spoke, hand on the inside of your thigh. You were craving for it to go higher.

(Y/N) blushed, "You'll just tease me more."

He only grinned and moved his hand up further.

He's such a smartass, she thought.

"I can tease you as much as you'd like, sweetheart." He smiled.

"I know you would." (Y/N) replied, rolling her eyes.

He squeezed her thigh and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, "So tell me what you were dreaming about, baby. I want to make it happen for you. Give you something else to dream about tomorrow."

His voice sent shivers down her spine and she knew she wouldn't be able to resist him.

She never fucking could.

So as soon as she told him she dreamt that she was riding him into the mattress and he was grabbing at her ass, he wasted no time in ripping their clothes off, his lips attached to every inch of her skin.

"Tomorrow you're going to wake up from another dream and I'm going to make that one come true."

"If we had sex every time I dreamed about you we would never actually rest." She admitted.

He stared at her, (Y/N) felt her stomach tighten at his face, but she didn't have time to think about it because he was on her and the rest of the world faded away the moment his body was against hers.

Han: "Tell me, baby. I want to know all about the things I was doing to you in your dream."

(Y/N) gulped as he pushed her to her back, hovering over her so he could stare down at her with that damn smirk on his face.

"Who said I was dreaming about you?" She teased.

He smirked and pushed her thighs open, his fingers digging into the soft flesh like he knew she liked it, "You wouldn't let me do this to you if you were dreaming about anyone else, sweetheart. Besides, I fuck you too good for you to ever want to be with another man."

He wasn't wrong and he knew it. He always knew how weak you were for him and he used it to his advantage. Just like he was doing now.

"It was just a normal sex dream." (Y/N) replied, a blush on her cheeks.

"I don't think it was because you're extremely wet right now." He grinned, placing his hand against her through her thin shorts.

She groaned, "You mother fucker."

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her softly, "Not a mother fucker but I'm definitely a you fucker."

She glared at him, "You always have a smart reply for everything."

"Well if you tell me your dream then I won't talk no more. I'll just fuck you until you fall into a dreamless sleep."

(Y/N) stuttered a bit as she tried getting her words out, "You're awful! Why can't I just get myself off and go to bed?"

His fingers trailed up under her shorts, "Because you can't touch yourself as well as I can. I can make you fall apart on my fingers, baby. You're going to struggle to get yourself there."

Once again, he wasn't wrong.

His fingers trailed lightly over the front of her underwear causing her to groan. She grabbed his arms, "Stop talking and just fuck me. Tomorrow we're going to pretend this never happened."

"If you think I'm going to forget you got this wet just dreaming about me you're wrong. I'm going to keep that in my mind for the rest of my life."

She went to argue him but he was kissing her and every other thought flew out of her head apart from him fucking her into the mattress.

She really loved this man even if he could be a major pain in the ass sometimes, but he was her pain in the ass and she wouldn't want it any other way.

Felix: "Come on, (Y/N), tell me what has you squirming under me right now. What were you dreaming about?"

She let out a shaky breath, "Just thought of you and your mouth."

He smiled at her, "Yeah? Where was my mouth at?"

She blushed, "You know where it was."

"I do. I just want to hear your pretty mouth say the word."

(Y/N) was always amazed by him because he always seemed so soft in front of others but when it was just them he turned into such a filth mouth. That was part of the reason she had the dream she did.

"It was between my thighs."

He shook his head and grinned as he moved between her legs, "Close but not exactly what I want to hear."

She groaned, "You're killing me."

He chuckled, "Let me hear you say the word and I'll give you something better than your dreams."

(Y/N) knew that she would absolutely never live this down.

"Your mouth was on my pussy!" She exclaimed, blushing.

"That's a good girl."

He settled between her stomach and grabbed for her underwear. Her stomach racing even though they have done this a million times. She didn't think she'd ever get used to having someone as wonderful as him in her life, but she was excited to have forever with him and figure it all out along the way.

"I want you to wake me up anytime you're horny, baby." He smiled, kissing her thigh as he pulled her underwear down, "I always love making you feel good."

She covered her eyes as he peeled her underwear away and tossed them to the floor, "Felix, please."

He let out a low chuckle, "Your dream got you this turned on, sweetheart?"

(Y/N) just mumbled under her breath causing him to laugh. She was about to scold him but his lips were suddenly on her and the only thing she could focus on was the way his mouth felt.

Nothing else in the world mattered to her at that moment.

Minho: "You're such a good girl."

(Y/N) kept her hands on her face as Minho took her clothes off. She knew it would happen as soon as she woke up moaning his name. She wasn't expecting to find him already awake staring at her but when she saw the look on his face, oh yeah, she knew.

What was going to happen in the next little while would be so much better than her dreams but she was still nervous. She figured she'd always be nervous because she loved him so much and he always made her feel things.

"Minho." She whined.

He smiled at her, "Can't let my angel go to bed horny can I?"

(Y/N) removed her hands and looked at him as he moved between her legs, "I didn't think you'd be awake."

"I woke up to the sounds of you moaning and to my surprise you were still asleep. Wasn't expecting you to moan my name and arch that pretty little back off the bed."

He was going to be her end.

"Minho, get some rest. You really don't have to worry about me."

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't get you off, sweetheart? Now you're going to lay there and look all pretty while I do all the things that I want to do to you."

She gulped and grabbed at the sheets. She'd never get used to his mouth either, physically and verbally.

"I'll make sure for the next week you don't have these dreams of yours because I'm going to fuck you every night."

She whined, "Baby, please."

"Love hearing you whine for me." He groaned, "Wish I knew what I was doing to you in your dream but that's okay because I'm about to do it all even better."

Her head was spinning. It was a good thing they didn't have any plans for the rest of the week because she knew she was in for it and that she wouldn't be in any kind of shape to be in public after he was done with her.

She really fucking loved this man.

He disappeared down between her thighs and every other rational thought she was forming also disappeared.

Hyunjin: "Tell me what I was doing to you."

(Y/N) took a deep breath, "You were fucking me raw."

He cussed and pushed her legs further apart as he crawled between them. His obvious erection straining against his boxers. The sight had her mouth watering.

"Yeah? You want me to do that to you right now, sweetheart? It's so late and you're craving my cum leaking out of you. What a dirty girl."

(Y/N) whine at his words, "Hyunjin, please."

"Love it when you beg."

He reached down and pulled his cock out of his boxers, rubbing it against her pussy. She mentally scolded herself for always sleeping naked, but at the same time it felt too good that she really didn't care. She hoped he fucked her while she slept one night. She'd have to bring that up afterwards.

"Just fuck me." She begged, "Want you."

"Mhm, I know. I heard those sweet noises you were making." He grinned, "Wish I knew exactly how I was fucking you."

(Y/N) gulped before speaking, "From behind. You were taking me from behind and spanking me as you fucked me."

She knew when he hit it from behind he often lost his mind because it was his favorite position.

He had her on her hands and knees before she could even notice his reaction to her words.

"If that's what my baby wants that's what she'll get."

He spanked her ass causing her to gasp. He groaned at the sight of his hand print on her skin. He'd have to take some more photos to add to his collection.

"You ready for me, baby? Going to fuck you so good and make sure you're leaking of me all night."

She groaned and pushed back against him, "Fuck me right now or I'm getting my dildo."

That was all she needed to say before he pushed his cock in her.

(Y/N) knew a fucking dildo would never compare to the real thing but it was always a nice threat to get him to do what she wanted. They'd have a lot of washing to do tomorrow but they both know that it would be worth it, even if it wouldn't stay clean long.

Seungmin: "Sweetheart, I can't give you what you want if you don't tell me what it is I was doing to you in your dreams."

(Y/N) groaned causing him to laugh, "Do I have to tell you?"

"If you want me to fuck you then yes." He replied, "I need to know what you were dreaming of that had you grinding against my leg in the middle of the night."

She'd be embarrassed if they hadn't been together so long. She was only blushing because it was the first time he caught her. She could usually wake up, get herself off and go back to sleep without him knowing.

"I thought about the night when you came home a couple months ago. I really wanted you and you took me in every room of the house. You were fucking me into the bed so good and I was making marks on your back."

He let out a soft groan, "I'm going to have to fuck you in every room tomorrow then, sweetheart. Consider all our plans canceled."

He kissed her before she could argue and she melted against his lips. They were so soft, tender and always knew how to get her blood racing.

(Y/N) was absolutely in love with this man even though he could be a tease and purposely make her squirm. She couldn't imagine living this life with anyone else.

"Do you want me to fuck you into the mattress right now, princess?" He asked, licking her bottom lip, "Want me to make you cum?"

(Y/N) groaned and grabbed his shoulders, "If you don't then I'm going to kick your ass because I could have gotten myself off."

He laughed and kissed her nose, "I would never leave you hanging, baby. As hot as it is to think about you touching yourself, I would much rather be the one making you cum."

He pulled her hips down and wrapped her legs around his waist, You're already so wet that I don't even need to get your ready."

She groaned in embarrassment but he was smiling away. He loved making her get like this, all flushed and squirmy. He felt blessed to be the one to see her this way.

"Fuck me and shut up."

He could tell how needy she actually was because she was being snippy and he loved it. She always got so mean when she was horny and it was such a turn on knowing she wanted him that bad.

Even in her fucking dreams.

"I'll fuck you good, baby. You won't have to dream about me fucking you anymore because you can just wake me up by riding my cock."

(Y/N) opened her mouth to say something but it turned into a moan when his cock started pushing inside of her.

"I'll make sure you sleep so good afterwards, angel." He promised.

And he never failed to keep a promise.

Jeongin: "Jeongin, stop looking at me like that!" (Y/N) scolded.

But he really couldn't help it. He woke up to find his girlfriend moaning his name while she was dreaming. How could he not be amused and smug at the fact?

"You're so beautiful, baby. Even more beautiful when you're moaning for me like that."

She let out a scoff, "You're annoying."

"Can't be too annoying if you're desperate for my cock at one in the morning." He grinned.

She could only cover her face in embarrassment causing him to chuckle. He pulled her hands away and leaned down to kiss her.

"You don't know what it does to me to know you want me that bad, sweetheart. To know you desire me even in your state of unconsciousness makes me so hard. I want you so bad."

She let out a small whimper, "You're such a fucking tease. If you want me then fuck me."

He smiled at her, "Oh, I'm going to fuck you, princess. I'd never dream of letting you go to bed horny."

She rolled her eyes, "You're a menace to society I hope you know that."

"I do but you're the only one who matters to me so whatever everyone else thinks it isn't important." He kissed her softly and he could feel all the sass leave her body. It seemed she always softened up when he kissed her.

"Fuck." She groaned, "Don't stop kissing me."

"I don't want to, angel, but if you want me to fuck you then I need to make sure you really want to. I need verbal consent."

"You have it! Fuck me, Jeongin. Make me cum on your cock!"

He cussed and dug his nails into her hips, "And you say I'm the menace?"

She laughed at his reaction, "You're the one taking your time when you could have been in me forever ago."

He bit her lip causing her to gasp then licked it to soothe any pain she felt, "I'm promising you now that the next time I wake to find you moaning for me in your dreams, that I'm going to wake you up and fuck you so hard that you fall right back to sleep before you can say a single word to me."

"I really hope you keep that promise then, baby." (Y/N) said, smiling at him.

She knew he would. She also knew that he really wouldn't fuck her without knowing she was okay with it, but the thought of him taking her when she was still sleepy and out of it actually turned her on.

"You with me?" He asked.

She nodded, "I'm here and I'm waiting for your cock."

He chuckled, "Alright, sweetheart since you seem to want it so bad. Your next dream won't even compare to what I'm about to do to you."

She knew no matter what kind of dream she had next that it would never compare to the real thing, but it was still fun to think about how he'd react to her dreaming about him again.

Still turned her on to think of all the late night things they would do.

But for now she could only focus on his cock suddenly sliding inside her.

Who needed dreams when she had this for her reality?

"Keep It Shut." - [K.SM.]

Day 7 of '8 Days of Kinks' : Humiliation

Pairing : Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

Genre : Pure Smut (MDNI)

Warnings : Clothed sex, public sex/exhibitionism, sadist!Seungmin, Jeongin and Felix taking notice of what's going on, humiliation (obviously), fingering, cum.. eating???

8 Days of Kinks : Day Seven : Kim Seungmin + Humiliation

Notes : Day Seven of 8 Days of Kinks - There is little to no plot here but like, what do we expect from me at this point? Hoping to have Jeongin out soon, too ~

Word Count : -

8DOK - Collab Masterlist Here

@/daisykihannie Day 7: - Temp Hiatus -

The spit that slides down your throat when you swallow feels as though it burns. It's hot, sticky, plugging your airway and making you swallow once more to push it down. The back of your hand presses to your lips, coated in a thin red plate of lipstick that refused to transfer to your skin even as your hand presses closer. It's a weak attempt to muffle the sound that seeps from your lightly parted lips.

Your eyes are directed away from half of the table, focused on Changbin to your left and a few seats down. He was explaining something about the process of song-writing to Minho beside him - but even though the conversation wasn't related to you yourself, you seemed to find immense interest in whatever it was he was saying.

Though you had to admit, every word that came from his throat was trickling in one ear and right out the other.

As content as you seemed listening to Changbin's explanation about beat-making that you understood nothing of, you were far from settled in at the dinner table and far from completely calm. How were you supposed to remain calm and relaxed when your boyfriend's hand was between your legs two fingers knuckle deep in your pussy?

With a sudden rub and jerk of his hand, your eye twitches. You huff slowly against the back of your hand and he smiles at the sound of your breath hitting your skin.

"What?" He peeps, dark eyes settled on your own as his fingers curled into your pussy and rubbed over the sweetest spot along your walls. He massages over the area with slow and tender care, fingertips rough yet so soft at the same time. His eyes dropped to watch the way your hands, previously curled under your chin, fell to the table with a loud thud and shook the silverware beside your plate. "Oh.. ~"

"Y/N?"

Your eyes dart to Felix nearby, swallowing down your pride as you peered at him. He blinked back at you in a curious manner, confused and wide eyed and clearly worried something may be wrong. "Sorry," You're quick to apologize, drawing Chris to look to you as well. "I hit my foot under the table and it startled me."

Chris gives a nod in understanding, his attention dropping back to Changbin and Minho's conversation as well. Felix peered on for a moment longer before going back to his food, lowering his eyes away from you. He sips at the broth in his bowl and you can't help but eye the way his lips slide over the spoon, only pulled from your thoughts again by your boyfriend.

"Getting a little loud," Seungmin comments in a lower tone than before, eyes still glued to your near weeping expression. Your brow crinkles as he adds a third, his ring finger sliding along your walls on it's own for a moment before he continues pumping his fingers. You're so wet now that the sound of a light squelch can be heard if people listen in close enough - loud enough that you can hear it but too quiet for Changbin to notice at all.

Your lower a hand from the table to meet Seungmin's wrist, fingers curling around the cuff of his sleeve as a weak attempt at getting him to let up. "Shut up," You bite in a whisper.

"Y/N-ah..~" He coos in return, leaning his head just a bit closer. To any onlooker it just appears that he's quietly teasing you for startling the others (and falsely yourself) - and he was teasing you, you supposed. Only it was far more humiliating than hitting your foot under the table. "Do you think they'll catch on? They might start to watch if you keep being so loud. It's almost like you want to draw their attention to you - like the little whore you really are."

"Seung --"

Your eyes had come up from your lap, lips curled into a frown and teeth sinking into the lower half of your mouth - to meet a sight you had prayed you wouldn't see tonight.

Jeongin sat on the other side of Seungmin, quiet as can be and sipping from an iced tea placed in front of him. As he set the cup down, he had let his gaze wander to Seungmin beside him only to be met with his best friend quietly leaning in and teasing you - which, initially, Jeongin thought was quite sweet to see in person, as Seungmin rarely showed a softer side to him. And then his eyes fell lower, following the curve of Seungmin's arm down to his hand where it disappeared beneath the hem of your dress.

His eyes darkened in interest, curious as to what his friend was doing to you. The interest heightened when his cock twitched in his slacks at the sight of Seungmin's wrist moving idly back and forth, clearly either rubbing over you or already dipping his fingers into your cunt.

Jeongin sighs. His jaw clenches and dips momentarily from side to side as his tongue shifts in his mouth, eyes coming up to meet yours. You were looking at him, terrified at the notion that he'd caught onto what your boyfriend was doing to you at the dinner table with the entire group sat around. When he cocks a brow, you gasp, Seungmin's thumb dipping to rub tight circles over your clit.

He spares Jeongin a glance before looking back to you, eager to pick up the pace now that he knew he had eyes drawn to you. He can't help the way his lips curl into a smirk, tongue peeking out between his teeth on the left. "Come on. What's keeping you from letting go, baby? I'm being so nice and allowing you to come - you've just got to stay quiet."

"Can't -" You choke out, eyes narrowing and mouth falling agape as you force back your sounds. Seungmin seems to notice the way your thighs tremble in the seat around his wrist, tightening over his hand to trap it between your legs. He chuckles and reaches down with the opposite, prying your thighs apart so Jeongin could still see it all before him.

"They want to see it, baby. Are you going to let them down?"

"They..." You gasp, eyes fluttering away from Jeongin. They dart to Changbin and Minho, both still clueless - over to Chris who's currently biting into a piece of steak, then to Jisung whose chair is empty as he had disappeared to the bathroom moments ago. Then, to Felix.

"Shhh," Your boyfriend hums, coaxing his fingers just a bit deeper in your pussy to rub over your walls further in.

Felix stared over the backs of his hands, folded in front of his face with his head tilted down. You couldn't see anything of his nose or mouth, just a light dusting of his freckles beneath his eyes - and his hair fell so perfectly to frame his face that it had your walls clenching down around Seungmin's fingers.

He huffs, eyes rolling when he realizes you're tightening up because of the Aussie. "Whore," he grumbles, glancing to your expression.

Felix holds your gaze for a moment, very clearly aware of what was happening to you due to the quick but subtle movements of Seungmin's arm as he pushed his fingers deeper into your pussy with every jerk of his wrist. He lets out a low breath, shoulders slowly falling as it escapes him before he tips his head forward idly and to the side.

It's as if the motion does something to you - like flipping a switch that instantly makes you come.

The Australian stares at the way your body visibly quivers as your orgasm hits, head lulling back and a moan finally escaping your throat. It's soft, but there, enough to catch the attention of everyone around the table - other than JIsung, who was still away. Jeongin peeks up to watch your expressions as well, blissful and bright red as all of the attention fell on you and people went quiet to stare in either shock or awe.

Seungmin moves carefully, feigning sweetness as he removes his hand from between your thighs. He wraps his arm over your shoulders - the arm that had previously been tucked down and strained at a bit of an awkward angle to fuck you with his fingers - before pulling you closer. You whimper out and lean your head onto the broad shoulder that seems to welcome you, perfect to tuck your face into. Your eyes close and you pout, subtle but soft as he coos in awe.

He's not done embarrassing you yet it seems, lifting his hand that's coated in your slick and cum, and bringing it to your lips. He slips two fingers over your tongue, making you suck them clean as he smirks ot himself and the others around him. Each man seems to breathe heavy, lick over his lips, or adjust how he sits to keep his forming erection hidden.

"Good girl. Keep that pretty mouth shut."

The Easy Way vs The Hard Way

˚ʚBang Chan x fem!Readerɞ˚

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ summary: I was thinking about brat taming the other day and I came to the conclusion that Chris has 2 different ways to tame a brat. So I procrastinated on my fics + assignments and wrote this :)

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ word count: ~1k

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ warnings: fem!reader, largely based around Daddy kink, creampie (try to pee after sex pls <3), breeding mentions, Chris calls himself Daddy, 'good girl' used #2: kinda hard dom!chris, man handling, spanking

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ notes: sorry not sorry that 'hard' is longer than 'easy' (are u surprised? have you SEEN my content?) and take this off of schedule because I hate letting things sit in my drafts for more than a day 😭 ALSO Sharing is Caring part 2 coming out later this week :3 (along with a Jisung request I got hehe <3)

MDNI!! smut below the cut

DO NOT republish or translate+post my work!

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I think he has 2 ways of taming brats depending on what his mood is. So here's a little scenario to picture so that I can explain what I mean!

After a long day for the both of you, you guys indulge each other in a nice hour or 2 of foreplay before he finally fucks you. After you both finish, Chris pulls away to watch his cum drip out of you and you wiggle your hips to tease him. He slaps your ass playfully in response and teases you back by saying something along the lines of “Unless you’re trying to get bred tonight, I suggest you stop shaking your ass at me like that baby.” “As if you would complain about that. For somebody who calls himself ‘Daddy’ and says he ‘DoEsN’t MeAn It LiKe ThAt’, you sure as hell are trying to become one.” He originally laughs, but once he processes that you mocked him he rolls his eyes at you, “Just have to be a little brat? Maybe I didn’t fuck you thoroughly enough.” You scoff, crossing your arms and turning to look at him, “You think you do that anyways?”

So. How does theee Bang Christopher Chan deal with this?

‘Easy’ Way; aka “kill them with kindness”

“You think you do that anyways?”

He simply narrows his eyes at you, placing his hands on his hips, “Yeah?”

You proudly respond with an “Mhm." and stick your chin up.

He chuckles, stepping towards you and raising his hand to rest against your cheek, softly caressing the skin there. “But baby, you were just the one begging me to fuck you. Surely if I ‘never’ fucked you thoroughly enough, you wouldn’t be on your knees begging for my dick to be in you?”

You frown and he laughs in response, not giving you a chance to speak up before he continues. His free hand trails down your stomach and stops at your cunt, where he ghosts his fingers along your folds. You whimper and chew on your bottom lip, looking away from him shyly.

"And... Where did my good girl go? Hm? My pretty baby who listens soo well.” His fingers tease your hole before you’re filled with two of them. “My sweet doll who would never let her Daddy down like this.” His fingers double their efforts and the hand on your cheek slides a thumb into your puffy lips. "The good girl who doesn’t disrespect her Daddy like this… Where is she at?” Your breath suddenly becomes hectic and he can tell you’re getting close.

Between the bittersweet words and the eager movements against your pussy, you slip into another mindset all too easily. He smiles when you finally look at him with glossy eyes and respond in a small voice, "'M right here..." He tilts his head at you expectantly and you squirm in his hold before repeating yourself louder. "I'm right here Daddy.."

"Oh, hi baby. Is my good girl back now?" You nod desperately in response, tightening your hands into fists against his chest as you grip around his fingers. "And is she ready to behave?"

"Yes, Daddy. 'M sorry.."

"Shhh, it’s okay baby. Now be good and cum on my fingers, kay?"

Hard’ Way; aka “fuck around and find out”

“You think you do that anyways?”

His eyebrows furrow and his tongue drags against the inside of his cheek. “Yeah? You’re really gonna do this right now? Right after I was nice enough to let you cum?” You gulp but stand your ground, making a scene to roll your eyes and lean back against the headboard.

He sits there silently, trying to give you another chance to come to your senses to realize that you’re butt ass naked in front of him and at his mercy. When you instead cock your head sideways with a bunch of attitude, he sighs loudly. His hands suddenly grips your ankles and drags you towards him. Then you’re flipped into your stomach and he renters you with no warning.

Your jaw drops and you moan loudly in surprise. His hands take turns slamming down against your ass cheeks over and over, seemingly getting harder with each slap. He sighs contently at the way you cling tightly around him with each smack, and he only stops once your cheeks are beet red and you’re trembling below him.

He hums to himself and taps the flesh, making it burn more and watching as you shake. "Such a pretty thing with such pretty reactions.. If only you were a good plaything and shut that pretty mouth for once."

He watches as your head snaps back towards him for a moment, the angry face and tears running down your face only make him smile at you. You feel his hips drag away from you, painfully slowly, until only the first centimeter or two of his tip are in you. You're taking a deep breath trying to regain your composure when a hand grabs a tight grip of your hair and pulls you backwards, his hips slamming forward at the same time.

A choke leaves you at the suddenness but he wastes no time, using the leverage in your hair to hold you in place as he fucks into you roughly. The aftermath of your previous orgasm sneaks up on you and you feel another one building up in no time. You melt into the sheets at the feeling, shaking as you almost tip over from one of the faster orgasms you've experienced, but Chris proves himself to be faster.

In an instant he's pulling out completely and holding you down preemptively for when you start thrash and whine. He waits until you stop kicking your feet at him, a tell tale sign that the tightness in your stomach finally faded, then he all of the sudden plunges back into you. The slide against your walls is rough, but you can’t deny how well it’s breaking down your resolution.

He uses the hand in your hair to tilt your head up at him when he leans forward to tower over you. It's very uncomfortable but it gives him the advantage as his narrowed eyes bore directly into you. He eventually changes positions, not wanting to actually hurt you like that, and he uses the new one to bring you to another orgasm. One that he, of course, ruins immediately with no hesitation.

This happens multiple times across the next 2 hours, to the point where you lost count of how many orgasms slipped away. It's not until you're sobbing beneath him and no longer kicking at him with each ruined orgasm, that he's flipping you onto your back and leaning down to kiss your tears away.

"Are you done now, love? You ready to be my good girl again?"

Your arms wrap around his neck and your lower lip trembles as you nod. He smiles, petting your hair and cooing at you before returning to his previous pace fucking you.

"There we go..."

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⛓️˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ ruin me - part I lee know x f!reader

In his dirtiest, deepest fantasies, you know exactly what he wants. You run your pretty fingers along his jaw, down his throat, letting your nails drag over his skin dangerously. You stare at him like you’re ready to devour him whole, and then you wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze until his vision fuzzes out at the edges. You force him onto the bed, rip his clothes off until he’s bared to you in all his desperation, maybe make him get on all fours, push his face into the sheets as you inspect his hole. And, God, he begs, begs until his throat is raw, promises you anything for just one touch. OR perv!bsf!minho finds your panties. temptation is too strong.

word count: 4k words

author's note: the second part of this is basically almost done and will be dropping in the next couple of days, but I needed to separate them for pacing reasons. the second part is ... long. for reasons that will become apparent at the end of this. also this is pretty filthy, so heed warnings!

warnings: this a perv!skz thing so Minho’s being weird and pushing boundaries, please don’t see this as a model of healthy behaviour; mention of food and being full in a sexy way because this may be perv!Minho but he’s still Minho; panty stealing; masturbation; male squirting; choking and breathplay by himself (DON'T!!!); fantasizing about degradation, praise, more choking, painplay; dacryphilia; one mention of breeding; implied butt stuff (m receiving)

part 2 (coming in the next few days!!!!)

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Ten seconds. Ten seconds is all it took.

One, you disappearing into the bathroom to find your bracelet.

Two, Minho scuffing his foot into the plush carpet next to your bed and spotting something peeking out from under the bed frame.

Three, a single shift of his weight from one foot to the other, to see what it was.

Four, a realisation that made his mouth go dry and his heart skip a beat.

Five, six, seven, his body moving before his brain could stop him.

Eight, nine, clammy hands shoving the material into the pocket of his jeans, next this traitorous cock that was already filling out.

Ten, you walking out of your bathroom, pretty and glowing like the main character in a movie as you slot your earring into place, shirt riding up enough to expose a sliver of soft waist, jeans digging into the pudge of your stomach in a way that makes Minho’s stomach lurch with need.

A few steps of your pretty socked feet on the hardwood, a smile up at him, looking at him through your lashes, offering him your wrist, your bracelet dangling between your fingers. Minho is glad he manages to hold your gaze, glad his fingers aren’t shaking, and his body doesn’t betray him when your chest keeps rising and falling, tits so close to his fingers that he could brush against them if he straightened them out. He takes a deep breath, is overwhelmed with the smell of you, your shampoo, your perfume. His cock is half hard, his guts pulsing with the same gut-wrenching desire you pull out of him all the time without even trying, only this time it’s made more deliciously maddening by the knowledge of what he’s hiding in his pocket.

Your panties. Black, simple, only a little lacy around the edges, crushed up in a ball in the left pocket of his blue jeans, burning a hole into his skin, a hole into his conscience, where guilt and unbearable desire swear to rob him off his sanity, as he struggles to be even half coherent as he flips the meat on the grill at your favourite KBBQ place.

Of course, he grills it for you. He would worship the ground you walk on, if he could – but you don’t know that, so he settles for grilling your meat and watching you eat well, preening at the happy, satiated grin on your face when you’re done, resisting the urge to reach across the table to wipe a smear of grease off the corner of your mouth or let his hand drag over your full, undoubtedly warm, soft belly to slip between your legs and caress a full-body orgasm out of your warm, –

He has to shake himself out of it, has to will his cock back to the half chub he’s been sporting all day that has only been controlled by his willpower and his willpower alone, has to force himself to put one foot in front of the other when the food and the two shots of soju have mellowed you into a clingy, sleepy version of you that holds on to his bicep as you walk, head resting against his shoulder in a way that he knows will leave the smell of your hair ingrained there for exactly two hours, long enough for two orgasms, rubbed out of his cock, burning with guilt and shame and so much desire it makes his world feels like it tilts on its axis and makes him sob into his pillow when the high fades …

He almost forgets about the panties, mind entirely elsewhere on the cold walk from your place to his after dropping you off, thinking about you, yes, but also Doongie’s birthday, as he toes off his shoes in the hallway, drops his coat on the hook, wonders whether cats feel their own age at all and if they know why humans give them presents and the good wet food once a year …

Until he stands in the middle of his bedroom, reaches into his pockets for his phone, his wallet, his keys, ready to peel off his pants and shove the shoulder of his sweater under his nose and finally take care of his half hard, aching cock when he reaches into his pocket and his fingertips meet cotton.

His hands are shaking when he pulls them out of his pocket, and it only takes him one look before he flings them onto his bed and takes a shaky few steps back, his heart thundering in his chest.

They’re not washed. They’re worn.

They’re worn

His cock pulses between his legs, his stomach coiling with so much desire it nearly makes him double over. He digs his fingers into the wood of the dresser behind him.

Somewhere deep within him, his conscience rebels, strikes the alarm. Tells him that he shouldn’t do this, that he should know that once he gets a taste of this, he won’t be able to go back. That he’s fucked in the head and that he knows it, that he’ll be digging through your dirty clothes hamper before the next week is up to get more, more, more, because he’ll wrap them around his cock and smear his release all over the residue of your pussy, and he’ll never be able to forget the taste of it once he has it on his tongue.

He wars with himself like that for what feels like hours, until the sun has sunk way past the horizon, shrouding his room in darkness until the offending material is nothing but a dark shadow on his bedsheets. Standing at the other end of his room, as far away from his bed as possible, gnawing at his bottom lip, but he knows he’s delaying the inevitable.

He knows his fate was sealed the moment he reached under the bed and stuffed the panties in his pocket.

His legs don’t feel like his own when he slowly walks over, sinks onto his bed. Blindly, he feels around for the thing that has been tormenting him. When his fingers find lace, he crushes the panties into his hand with an iron grip. His legs part slightly. His chest feels tight. Arousal makes his brain feel foggy, until everything fades, except the one thing that’s always there, in every waking thought — you.

In his more tame fantasies, he takes what he can get. He imagines kissing you, maybe, if he lets himself go where he shouldn’t, he imagines you kissing him. Shoving your pretty pink tongue that he’s only ever gotten greedy glimpses of when you were eating or taking a sip from your coffee, right into his mouth. He’d probably drool all over himself, but you’d like it. You’d climb into his lap and his hands would be shaking once he finally got to touch you. But touch you, he would. He would commit every inch of you to memory. He would push his fingers into you, rub an orgasm out of you, suck your juices off his fingers and not wash his hands just so he could rub them against his nose for the next 24 hours while he jerked his cock raw.

But here, in the darkness of his room, with the black lace of your panties crushed between his fingers, he lets himself venture where he doesn’t often let himself go, where it’s too dangerous. Because if he let himself believe that you could give him what he really wants, his hopes would get too strong to contend with reality, threatening to distort it and warp it until the tenuous grasp he has on his sanity, on his sick and twisted and unrequited love for you, slipped right through his fingers.

Because in his dirtiest, deepest fantasies, you know exactly what he wants. You run your pretty fingers along his jaw, down his throat, letting your nails drag over his skin dangerously. You stare at him like you’re ready to devour him whole, and then you wrap your hand around his throat and squeeze until his vision fuzzes out at the edges. You force him onto the bed, rip his clothes off until he’s bared to you in all his desperation, maybe make him get on all fours, push his face into the sheets as you inspect his hole. And, God, he begs, begs until his throat is raw, promises you anything for just one touch.

He likes to imagine, how you’d render every gram of muscle he’s worked so hard on in the gym useless. How you’d make him feel like he’s nothing. Smaller than small. Just a vehicle for your pleasure. Maybe you’d condescend to calling him pretty. Run your sweet, deadly fingers over the arch of his nose, stare down at his lips without touching until he’s shivering. Reduce him to tears with just one look of those eyes he has the privilege of being seen by, without ever truly being seen. He doesn’t want you to just see him. He wants you to see everything, wants to be bared to your intelligent eyes — he wants you to see him for what he is. Pathetic. Dirty. Perverted.

Wrong.

And he wants you to punish him for it.

He doesn’t know when he raised his hand, when he brought the balled up underwear in his hand to his face, but the first whiff of it is life-changing, earth-shattering, makes his world turn upside down and his eyes roll into back of his head, his back hitting the sheets as he shoves it against his nose so hard it almost hurts and inhales again.

It’s sweet. Tangy. A little sour, maybe, because you were probably wearing them all day. Maybe some sweat mixed in with the sweet slick from your pussy. The thought alone makes Minho’s hips jump off the bed pathetically, chasing the pressure of his own hand. He often wonders what your pussy looks like. He only saw the outline of it once, when you were wearing leggings, thoughtlessly leaning over the side of the sofa to grab your phone before you were heading out. Your ass, round and perfect, then, leading down, a little V. Two lips, and a little space in between, where the head of his cock could fit so prettily. He jacked off so often to the thought of filling that little space with his cum that his dick was chafed raw, and he could barely meet your eyes. But no matter what he imagines it to look like, he knows it wouldn’t matter to him – it would be as gorgeous as you are, no doubt, wet and glistening and hot, and he’d worship it, if he was just given the chance.

He takes a ragged breath, chest rising in barely controllable tremors, and lets go of the panties, lets them drop on the pillow next to his bed, in favour of torturously slowly trailing his free hand over his clothed chest – the depraved, limitless part of himself already slipping into a place where he can imagine it’s your hand instead of his – until his fingers find the cool metal of the necklace around his neck.

You gave him this necklace, almost a year ago now, for his birthday. It’s a simple thing, a sturdy, a thick chain, shining, real silver, long enough to rest just between his collarbones, a decorative closure, a little thin stick that is threaded through a ring to hold it in place. And Minho knows that’s all it is – a present, a thing you picked out because you thought it would go well with his oversized shirts and thick hoodies, short enough to not get in the way too much when dancing, not expensive enough to be too precious to wear.

But to Minho, it’s so much more. To Minho, the necklace isn’t as much of a necklace. It’s a collar. He wears it not for a fashion statement, but out of a devotion to you that only he knows about. He wears it every day, barely takes it off, his skin itching when he has to, at airport security, a hysterical kind of calm settling back into his bones when it’s back around his neck. He touches it when he sees your name light up his phone screen, or when he thinks of you while he’s out with his friends. But most often, he pulls at it when he’s right here, on his bed, one hand wrapped around his cock, tugging until the metal cuts into the back of his neck and he can feel his devotion to you with every sting of pain.

The necklace snags against his skin and the pain singes a path through his body, a light tremor that runs from the tips of his toes all the way to the crown of his head, makes his cock pulse with the neglect.

He’s been hard for so long that his cock hurts, where it’s confined in his jeans, and he feels his control slipping so fast it’s almost scary. His hand trails an absentminded path down his stomach, until his fingertips graze the bulge in his jeans, thick and hot, just how you’d like it, and the thought of you, makes him burn. You wouldn’t want him to give in so quickly. You’d make him wait.

He squeezes his cock so hard it hurts – his back arching, cock spurting more precum into his boxers, a sob tearing out his throat.

Oh, Minho.

Your voice, molten caramel crawling up his chest, coiling around the skin of his throat, a moan around a piece of meat becoming something entirely else here in the safety of his room. He digs his nails into the jean material of his bulge. Chokes out a ragged breath.

A soft giggle. Nobody does it like you. You’ve ruined me for everyone else.

He whimpers, blindly, desperately fumbles around his pillows until he finds the delicate material of your underwear again. He crushes them against his face and takes a greedy inhale, and the battle with his self-control is lost. His back arches off the bed again, his hand grinds down on his cock and the friction kicks him into motion.

He shoves his clothes off frantically, sits up only enough to rip his shirt and hoodie over his head at the same time, before flopping back down into the pillows. He drags a heavy, burning hand down until he can pop the button of his tight, tight, way too tight jeans, shucks them down, off, kicks them off the bed and then he’s finally naked.

He falls back. He’s exposed, body twitching and hot, every nerve ending on fire, just lying there on his bed, in the dark. The room is quiet except for his heaving chest. On the street, a car is passing. Minho shivers, whimpers into the darkness. He aches.

The cool air of the room makes goosebumps break out all over his body, but he doesn’t move to cover himself up. He lets them make another full-body tremor rack through him. His cock is heavy and hot and wet against his lower stomach, and he parts is legs, exposes himself further to the emptiness of his room, imagines it’s you he’s exposing himself to.

He shoves your underwear back to his nose and smoothes his hand down over his chest, first his palm, then the tip of his finger brushing over his sensitive nipple. The moan he lets out is dampened by the cotton, but the room is dead silent, and it slices through the darkness. It’s so loud, so needy, entirely humiliating. It’s perfect. He moans again.

His chest is sensitive, always has been. He came just from playing with it, once, cock entirely untouched, only his fingers brushing over his nipples until he nearly screamed with sensitivity. He wonders if you’d like it, that he’s sensitive. If you’d touch him there softly, brushing your fingers over him until he goes insane with pleasure. Or if you’d be mean, if you’d pinch them and twist them, laugh at him when he cries. His hand drags down his belly when he imagines your lips around his nipple, calling him your sweet, sensitive boy.

His hand curls around his cock when the you in his head bites his nipple and laughs at him. The pleasure of his hand finally curling around himself rockets pleasure through him and his cock spurts so much precum he thinks for a second that he already came – though when he pumps himself once, the hot, heavy weight of arousal in his guts tells him he hasn’t.

Already made such a mess, you purr, what are we going to do with such a needy little boy?

Minho sniffles into the silence of the room. And he is a mess already, his stomach covered in rapidly, uncomfortably cooling precum, the hand on his cock sliding with how wet it already is. It’s humiliating. He wishes you could see. Fuck, he wishes you were here.

What is heartache but a different kind of pain. He somehow manages to rip his hand from his cock, fisting it into the sheets, relishing in the way his whole body shakes, his knees knock together, try to create friction, and he howls into the room.

It’s like you’re a spectre. He can almost feel the weight of your body when he imagines you crawling over him, straddling his waist, can imagine it’s the plush of your ass when he pushes his cock up from his abdomen with his hands.Blindly, he scrambles for one of his

pillows, let’s go off the panties, only for long enough to fold the pillow in half and wrap it around his cock. The softness, the coolness of the material, they’re a relief on his burning, aching skin. He can’t help but think that this is what it would be like to touch you. Cool fingers, soothing the way his body burns. A salve on the open wound that is his desire for you.

A first tear rolls down his cheek, and he grinds his hips up and oh god he isn’t gonna last, he isn’t gonna last at all.

The wetness seeps into the pillows, and it’s slightly uncomfortable, only makes him sob with how much better he knows you’d feel. You, sitting on his cock, pussy snugly wrapped around him. He imagines the lips of them, rubbing against his shaft with every lift of your hips. The button of your clit, wet, glistening, red, little, and needy for his touch. The cream of you coating his cock. Spit pools in his mouth. He grips the pillow in one hand, brings the other back to his face so he can shove your underwear against his nose, and lets go.

It’s pathetic, so fucking pathetic, the way he starts humping the pillow, the way his back arches and his mattress squeaks with every thrust into the softness that doesn’t quite squeeze him the way he wants to be squeezed, sucked into your warm body, milked until he’s breeding you full of his cum.

He half screams, half sobs, his release so close he can almost taste it, when his heel slips on his sheets, makes his cock slip out of the pillow and his hips lose their rhythm. It’s devastating. His body screams for more, for friction, heat, a hole to sink his cock into. He inhales, feels the tart sweetness of your scent cover his tastebuds and somehow, he manages to flip himself over. The pillow is still below his hips, but the fold of it is long forgotten, his cock now just trapped between it and his abdomen.

He falls forward onto his elbow, black lace still clutched against his face, and he grinds his cock down hard.

The friction is so good, so much better than on his back, and he loses the last dregs of his dignity/ With his face buried in your underwear, his back hunched, he allows his hips to do what they need to, to chase the friction, no matter how fast and hard and uncoordinated, desperate whimpers torn from his lips with every drag of cotton against the sensitive head of his cock.

There are no scenarios playing in his head, any more, no words he wishes you were saying, only the heavy, unignorable sense, the presence of you that haunts him day and night, and the brutal, cold hard truth of him, in his dark room, furiously humping his pillow with your dirty underwear pressed to his nose, every inhale a desperate gasp, every exhale a pathetic moan.

His arm gives out, and he falls forwards into the sheets, panting desperately, his face buried in your panties, his free hand snaking between his legs, wrapping around his cock in a tight fist, the other reaching behind his head, taking a hold of the necklace and pulling, until he can feel it constrict his airways.

He comes two seconds later. With his face buried in your panties, his hand still wrapped around the necklace, his lungs fighting for air, every shaky inhale sending more of your smell through his system, he crashes over the edge with such an intensity that his vision whites out for a second. Distantly, he hears himself scream into his sheets, toes curling, body locking up as he spills, hot and wet, all over his hand, his pillow, his abdomen. And he keeps cumming, his cock spurting wetness all over himself until he seriously wonders if he’s peeing himself, and also if he’s about to pass out, until he realises he’s still holding the necklace in a vice grip. He lets go.

He rears up, gasps for air, gulps it down, his hand helplessly falling into the sheets, his sensitive cock still dripping, every brush of it against the pillow underneath him making little jolts run through his body.

And it takes him a good few minutes to come down, his consciousness floating somewhere five feet above his head. His lucidity comes back to him slowly, but still too painfully fast.

The first thing that becomes awfully clear is his posture. His body, hunched over the pillow that’s still bunched between his thighs, absolutely drenched in his cum. His chest, still heaving slightly, pressed into the sheets.

Then, he realises his face is still smushed into your panties. They’re right underneath his face, on his pillow.

Oh, and he’s drooling. Fuck.

He tries to get himself upright, but his arm nearly gives out, then his leg does, and he tumbles onto his side, cursing in pain when he tries to straighten his leg and a dull ache shoots through his body. He reaches down, past his wet, sticky abdomen, tries to massage feeling back into his calves, and he waits. He waits patiently for what he knows is the next step of the all too familiar process of coming down from one of his manic jerk-off sessions. The shame.

But before it can kick in, his phone rings. But it’s not his normal ringtone. No, it’s the one he set for you. You’re calling. The thought hits him like it’s the bell, and he’s pavlov’s dog.

He scrambles out of bed, his legs still aching and half asleep, and he almost faceplants straight into the floor, catches himself, and crawls over to where his phone is vibrating in the pockets of his jeans.

He rips it out of his pocket, hits accept, and lets himself thunk back onto the floor with a groan.

There’s silence on the other side of the phone. But he can hear you breathing. Steadily, in, out, in, out.

He’s cold. Shivering. The comedown is hitting him.

Finally, you speak.

“Something of mine has gone missing …”

The tone of your voice, the quiet, knowing rasp, makes Minho gasp out a desperate moan, so loud there’s no doubt in his mind that you heard. The knowledge makes his oversensitive body tremor.

“And if you’re a good boy and tell me where it’s gone, I won’t have to punish you.”

part 2 (coming in the next few days!!!!)

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Ever Lovely - 2

Pairing~ Fae Prince!Bangchan x reader (afab/fem) x Fae Prince!Lee Know

Warnings~ Angst, cursing, crying, fae tricks, death (murder?), sort of mind reading?, almost violence, magic

WC~ 9.4k

Masterlist // series masterlist

previous ~ next

There was a flash of vivid colors that invaded your vision, it was like being transported to the inside of the brightest rainbow, some colors you had never even seen before, and you felt your body floating for just a moment. There was a sharp tingle that shot down your spine and if you weren’t being held by the two men you were sure you would have dropped to your knees from the sensation. The colors kept getting brighter and brighter until you could no longer make out the distinct hues and they all blended into one blinding light. 

Just as the brightness was becoming too much and you felt like you were about to pass out from the intensity, suddenly it stopped. All at once your sight was flooded with darkness- no, not darkness- a beautiful display of purples and blues swirled in the darkness and small shining balls of light casted a glow among the scenery. They looked like stars. Like spiraling galaxies that you would usually need a telescope to see were churning right before your eyes.

Your breath was caught in your throat as you took in your surroundings. The three of you were standing in what looked like a dark forest, but the trees were black and were void of leaves. They too glittered much like the birch you had just encountered but these ones seemed to shine much more than the other, the gleam from them making your eyes twitch. Beneath your feet was a cobblestone path, but the stones were a deep mauve color. You could see in front of you where the path would lead you too and that sight was the most incredible thing you had ever encountered in your entire life. 

Directly in front of you was a massive dark castle. You could clearly make out the gleaming limestone walls and the multiple spiraling towers, the gray slate roof giving it a deep gothic feel. It was magnificent all on its own but that wasn’t what made you lose your breath; it was that the structure was floating. 

Your mouth was agape and you dropped both of the hands you previously held so you could cover your surprise with your palm. From the right side of you you could make out a light snicker from Minho. 

“Pretty, isn’t it?” He asked with a teasing tone to his voice, but it sounded deeper than before. 

You nodded, “Beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it before.” For the first time since you appeared here you looked at him. You held in a gasp at his appearance. The fae looked much the same but also different at the same time. His eyes were slightly bigger and they held a white glow behind his slitted pupil. His black hair was a little longer and his ears were pointed. Even his skin seemed to have more of a tan to it. 

You risked a glance to your left at Chris and you could see his features had been altered as well. His curls seemed to be more defined and the color was lighter, closer to a honey blond now. The strands layered over his ears which were even longer than before. His pale complexion was lighter too, in a way that could be considered sickly if you thought too hard about it. Chris’s arms seemed to hold more muscle as well, you could see the definition even through his loose tunic shirt. It was his eyes that had really caught your attention though. Instead the deep brown orbs that held a faint purple glimmer now were replaced by dazzling amethyst iris’s. 

These men were gorgeous. Prettier here than they were before. As if they could read your thoughts, both princes looked at each other with sly smirks before turning their attention back to you. Chris stuck out his arm for you to take, and you did so still feeling stunned by your surroundings. 

“Welcome to the Court of Stars, princess. Our home.” 

“It’s breathtaking.” You breathed, unable to stop your roaming eyes. As the galaxies swirled above you a sudden chill ran through you and made you pull your cloak tighter around you. “You were not lying about it being cold here, Minho.” 

He shrugged, taking off his own cloak. “There is no warmth in deep space, same goes for a court with no sun.” Minho flung his cloak over your shoulders and began to fasten the tie in front. You went to protest but you were cut off before you could. “Just take it, human. You need it more than I do.” 

You chewed on your bottom lip and bowed your head in thanks to him, “Thank you.” 

Your arm was being tugged by Chris, who was eager to get you back to his castle. “Come, you must see the court from the tallest tower. You can see all the way to the winter court from there!” 

Chris led you down the mauve path, catching you each time you stumbled on an out of place stone as it began to crumble the farther down it you walked. 

“Winter court? How many lands are there here?” You asked, holding harder onto his arm. You were glancing around and noticed that the closer you walked to the castle you noticed that the path itself began to float in pieces off of the ground. 

“Too many to count.” Minho murmured from beside you. He waved his hand and the path came together again  and turned into pink steps but still remained in the air. He snickered at your little ‘wow’ you let out in wonder of the magic. Humans are so easily impressed by a little bit of magic, it’s amusing. “You never told us why you were upset about your engagement.” 

Oh. Right. “It is complicated.. I do not know him, and I do not love him.” 

“What is complicated about that? You do not need to know someone to marry them.” Minho stated like it was obvious. “Marriage is not about love. Marriage is about gaining allies and power.”

You let out a small huff at his declaration, rolling your eyes. “You sound like my mother. It is not so simple as that, I refuse to have a loveless marriage like I have witnessed my whole life.” You thought back to your father and how he is never seen without a drink in his hand. 

You all walked up the steps together, albeit with a bit of trepidation on your part. As you climbed higher you could see more of the grounds that surround the castle. You could see a large topiary garden filled with many different shapes; some familiar to you like common animals, and others in shapes of things you had never seen before. 

Chris noticed how the garden had caught your eye, “Do you like them? I had them made, a creature from each of the courts that the boys come from.” 

“It is very lovely. Who are the boys?” You inquired, craning your neck to try to make out some of the creatures made from the plants. 

“The other princes.” Chris said casually, making you look at him bewildered. 

“Other princes? Does that mean you two are-” 

“Is that a human?!” You were cut off abruptly by another voice and your face was forcibly yanked to the side, your chin being held tightly by another figure. In front of you now was a beautiful man, with shoulder length bright red hair that fell into his eyes and plump lips. His fingers were blazing hot and they dug harshly into your skin. Your eyes widened in fear and you tried to move away from him but the man kept you steady and leaned closer to your face. “Woah you are a human! I’ve never seen one this cute before!” 

“Hyunjin,” Chris laments, “Let her go, this is our guest.” 

Hyunjin leaned even closer to your face and he tilted his head to the side as if trying to see into your soul, his face completely neutral. Your fear spiked as you felt his breath on your face and you began to tremble when his eyes flashed with a magenta glow. Then a wide grin took over his face and he began to giggle, releasing your face and standing up straight again. You noticed how sharp his teeth were and you gulped and looked away from him. 

Hyunjin glanced slyly at Chris and Minho, still giggling, “Now what made you two bring a cute little human here, hm? I must say I could see Chris bringing a little plaything but you Min? I’m shocked!” He reached out to pinch your cheeks again but his hand was slapped away by Minho.

“Don’t get your tunic in a twist, Hyun.” Minho rolled his eyes and Chris chuckled

“Hyunjin, may I introduce Princess Y/n, heir to the human kingdom of Azura, our guest and not a plaything for your amusement.” Chris introduced you to the fae man. 

Hyunjin bowed dramatically, “Pleasure to meet you. I am Hyunjin, one of the many princes of the court of stars.” He grabbed your hand forcefully and brought it down to his mouth, where he proceeded to lick a fat stripe along your palm. 

You recoiled and held back a shudder in disgust and trepidation. “It-it’s very nice to make your acquaintance, your highness.” 

“Oooo ‘your highness’ eh? I like you.” He grinned  and went to lick you again. 

“Alright, that’s enough.” Chris pulled your arm back from Hyunjin and used his shirt to wipe off the spit. “What are you doing out in the garden Jin? You know what happened last time you spent too much time with the plants.” 

The statement made the red haired boy look sheepish, his fingers twiddling at his side as he huffed, “ I wasn’t touching them, only lounging in my canopy. And it’s not my fault your precious garden is so… flammable.” Chris and Minho both side eyed him. “The real question is where have you been?! It’s been almost two months since you’ve been home!” 

Chris rolled his eyes and ushered you along to the entrance of the castle, ignoring the red haired boy's question all together. Hyunjin looked like he wanted to reach out and grab you again but Minho smacked his hand away again and sent a warning look. “Behave, Hyunjin. This one is not to be messed with. Do you understand?” 

“But whyyyyy?” He whined, stomping his foot like a petulant child. Minho honestly did not have a valid answer, he just knew that he felt the need to protect you here. Hyunjin could see the elder hesitate and it made his lips curl up in a knowing way. “Hmm, you like her!” 

“I do not like anybody.” Minho rolled his eyes and turned to follow where you had gone with Chris. “Especially not a human.” 

“Yeah yeah alright, you keep telling yourself that. Your secret is safe with me.” Hyunjin used his fingers to zip his lips shut. Minho flipped off the younger fae and stomped off. “Wait, Min! A word of warning, you should not let the human in the ballroom right now.” 

That made Minho look at him in confusion, “Why?” 

Hyunjin grimaced, “Minnie is in there playing with his own human.” 

Chris led you through the massive front door and with a light wave of his fingers the doors opened seemingly on their own. If you thought your home had great architecture you were surely mistaken after seeing this place. The walls were gray but embedded within them were multicolored crystals that twinkled from the reflection of the glowing indigo flames that came from the chandelier. Along the walls were more of those vines with the light pink flowers that you saw in the portal room. 

As you entered you noticed a few beings that resembled the staff back at your own castle, but they were noticeably different. They were all smaller than normal humans, with sunken eyes and large pointed ears. When they saw it was Chris who came in the door each one of them offered him deep bows, so low their noses almost touched the floor. 

“Welcome home your majesty.” They all said in unison, their heads never lifting. 

“At ease, imps.” Chris said in a bored manner and at once they all stood and continued with whatever they were doing. They skittered around carrying various objects as if moving them, some of them scurrying over your feet as you walked, making you jump closer to Chris. He grabbed a small one as it ran by, scruffing it like a kitten. “What are you imps doing?” 

The creature squeaked at being held, a slight tremble in its expression. “ Prince Felix has requested the room be switched around.” 

“Hmm, very well. Where is he now?” 

“The prince is in the sky chamber enjoying his dinner, your majesty.” 

“I see,” Chris hummed then dropped the imp to the floor, “You are excused.” The imp bowed respectfully before running off. He then turned back to you, “come along, princess. The observation tower is right this way.” 

You clung to him and followed diligently. Chris took notice of how tight you held onto him and he wanted to coo at you for being so cute. 

After a moment you found your voice again, “So you are royalty as well?” 

“Yes, I am one of the princes of the court.” He nodded, leading you through the castle. 

“How many of you are there?” You timidly asked. 

“There are eight of us in total. I am the eldest and the crown ruler.” 

“Wow, I was not aware that I was in the presence of not only an otherworldly being, but such an important one at that.” Your mind was swimming as you processed the incoming information. “Is Minho a prince as well?” You looked around, noticing he was no longer with you both. 

“Such an inquisitive little thing aren’t you?” He laughed, ruffling your hair. “I thought I was to do the questioning.” 

“Oh forgive me, I was just curious.” You were bashful and you felt your ears heat up. 

He laughed again, “I was only teasing you, princess. Ask whatever questions you like. That is why I brought you here after all.” 

You nodded, feeling better about being so inquisitive. “Are you all brothers?” 

He shook his head, “No. Only my younger brother Felix and I are related. The others don’t even come from this court originally.” You came upon another set of double doors and once again they opened without being touched. “Right this way, it is not far now.” 

The both of you walked down a twisting hallway. You noticed the walls were lined with portraits with fae people painted upon the canvases but the pictures appeared to be.. Moving? No, you must certainly be mistaken. There was no way a painted portrait moved. After using the back of your hand to rub your eyes you blinked up at the walls and sure as shit, they were moving. It was like a moment in time replayed on repeat, the images movements repeating themselves every few seconds. Many of them were doing simple things; a smile and a wave, a flip of hair,a boundless twirl. But the one that stood out to you the most was a painting of the most enchanting woman you had ever seen. 

You felt your feet stop moving as you stood in front of her, just taking in her exquisiteness. The woman was tall in stature as she seemed to be standing on a balcony overlooking the grounds. Her skin was a light lilac color and her hair was white and she let it flow in thick waves down her back. There was a large crown upon her head and looked to be made of thick dark vines, but it was encrusted with glittering pink, purple and blue gems. Her indigo dress looked like liquid silk as it cascaded down her looming figure. The most interesting thing about her though, was the large third eye that rested on her forehead. She looked ethereal almost, as the portrait replayed a moment of her hair blowing lightly and her eyes twinkled, her smile gentle as she looked back at the painter. 

“Incredible..” You found yourself whispering as you gazed up at her. It was then that you remembered Chris was with you so you turned to him, “She is beautiful. Who is she?” 

He offered you a tight lipped smile, the sentiment not meeting his eyes, then he kept walking with you, “No one, anymore. Let us continue.” His response made you furrow your brows as it was the first time he did not answer your question, but you chose not to pry on the matter. Approaching a gilded door you could hear some chatter and a clatter of cutlery from within and it made Chris sigh and click his tongue, “Ah they are both in there. I’m sure they’ll get quite a kick out of you, my dear.” They? Who were they? 

With another flick of his wrist the door opened, a slight creak in the hinges as it did. As the door opened you were met with a large room with an open roof, giving a clear view up into the swirling galaxies above. The walls had large gaps- like many small balconies that overlooked the court. Where that woman was standing.  Two figures were lounging on velvet couches in the right corner of the room, tea cups and pasties strewn across a small decorative table. 

At the sound of the door opening both of the men peered their heads over the top of the couch. You could see one head with pure black hair and another with light silver hair. Two sets of eyes widened at the sight of you, then at Chris who accompanied you.

The silver haired one was the first to raise his head all the way up, a simpering smirk on his face. He was slim and had large eyes, his silver hair was shoulder length but half of it was tied behind his head and out of his face. You could barely make out a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and nose. Overall he was very.. Pretty.  “Now what do we have here, Christopher?” The deep timber of his voice shocked you- you hadn’t expected a boy who looks so pretty to sound like that. Though you noticed the accent was similar to Chris. 

The other man spoke up now, peeping his head up a little more as you both got closer to them. “Have you come to join us for a meal?” The darkness in his eyes gleamed and you could see the plumpness of his cheeks. His black hair was wavy and fell like curtains on his forehead. He had a mischievous glint about him but it seemed like everyone you’ve seen so far has that look so you thought nothing of it when the man stuck out his hand and tried to hand you a muffin. 

“Oh, thank you.” You did not wish to be rude, especially to a fae so you went to take it from him, but right before your fingers could touch it the muffin was snatched out of your hand by Chris. 

“Nope.” He mumbled then surprised you even further by launching the pastry off of the closest balcony, off into the darkness. Before you could even ask why the hell he did that he had already put his attention back to you, his stare hard and blazing. “Never accept food from a faerie. You could be bound here forever if you consume any food from this realm.” 

Your heart was beating heavy in your chest, not just at his chastising but also because a dangerous fae being almost pulled a trick on you and you would have never known. 

The dark haired fae pouted, making the silver haired one snicker. “That is no fun! Come on Chris, let us play!” 

Chris pointed his finger at them as if scolding naughty children, and his glare turned dangerous and predatory in an inhuman way.  “This human is not to be played with, boys. This is Princess Y/n, of the mortal kingdom of Azura, and she is my guest. And as long as she is here she will not be privy to your little games. Do I make myself clear?” 

The two boys looked at each other for a second then back at Chris, answering in unison. “Crystal clear.” 

The easy going smile returned to the elders face, as if he had never become a totally different person a mere second ago. You knew the switch in him should have scared you - it did scare you- but it also made you feel a slight tingle in the pit of your stomach, in a way that you had only felt when watching the kings guard back at home while they trained. It made you feel thankful he could not see the effect he had on you. 

“Princess, meet Jisung and my younger brother Felix. Or as they are more commonly known as the ‘Sunshine’ twins.” He introduced you to the Princes. 

You curtseyed, lifting the hem of your dress formally, “It is an honor to meet you both.” 

Jisung suddenly climbed up over the edge of the couch, clamoring over to you and getting as close as he could to you. “Hello pretty human, I’m Jisung.” He grabbed your arm with both of his hands, yanking you over to where he was previously sitting. “Come sit with us!” 

Your other arm was grabbed by Felix as he forced you to sit between him and Jisung. You looked over to Chris but he did not seem alarmed by their movements so you relaxed a little. The elder went and sat on a chair directly across from you, and poured a cup of tea then pushed it towards you. “Here you can drink this.” 

“I thought you said not to consume anything?” You were confused, eyeing the cup suspiciously. 

“I did, but the fae who offers it to you can pick and choose if they wish to curse you or not. So only accept things from me and Minho. The tea is fine, please enjoy it.” He poured his own cup and drank from it casually. 

As you timidly lifted the teacup to your mouth from your peripheral vision you could see the sunshine twins were watching you intensely. Not maliciously, just curiously. Taking a sip you hummed gleefully at the taste. It was sweet and fragrant, like fresh picked cherries with a hint of something spiced. 

“Do you like it?” Felix asked from beside you. 

“It is excellent.” You chirped and set your cup down gently.

 From up close you could see his features better and you could make out that his freckles were not just random specs, but shapes. More like constellations that were etched into his skin. When he noticed you looking at them he winked at you, then his freckles glimmered as if they turned to glowing stars. If you had less self restraint you would reach up and touch them. 

Both boys giggled and leaned their chins on your shoulders, their fingers coming up and playing with your loose strands of hair. You broke the silence with another question. “So, you are twins? What is that like?” 

Jisung pinched the plushness of your cheek, “Aww a curious little thing.” He cooed. You wanted to smack his hand away but instead just let him do it. 

Felix fluttered his eye lashes at you as he snickered, “We are not real twins. We are not even from the same court, but we were born so close together and we share a lot of similarities.” 

“What court do you come from, Jisung?” You asked the fae, trying to ignore the way they messed with you. 

“The court of Storms. It was nice, but a little too stuffy if you ask me.” He grimaced and made a disgusted face. “And the members of that court are a kind of…” 

“Pretentious assholes.” Felix finished the other sentence, Jisung nodding in agreement. 

Chris snorted, “As if you two aren’t the same.” 

They both looked offended at the elder fae. “We are not!” Felix protested. “And anyways, Chris, where have you been? You know, you missed the show a few weeks ago.” 

He shrugged at his brother's question, not wanting to offer up too much information if it wasn’t necessary and instead moved onto the second topic. “I heard. Pricilla will get over it, she always does.” 

Jisung hummed, “I’m not too sure about that. She’s never been the most forgiving queen, at least not to me.” He pouted and flung a dramatic arm over your shoulder. You tensed up at the extreme physical contact but he paid it no mind. 

Felix reached over and ruffled Jisungs hair with a cheeky snicker, “You cannot blame her for kicking your ass after you massacred her pixie garden.”

“Ugghhhh how was I to know that pixies don’t like lightning? I can still feel her claws sometimes.” Jisung shuddered in disgust. 

“Wait, you killed them with lightning?” Your eyes widened with a slight panic. They both ignored your question.

“You are lucky she didn't have you killed for that slight against her, Ji. Though the same may not be said about my dear brother.” Felix’s lips curled teasingly as he peered over at Chris. 

You also looked over to the man but he seemed to not be paying that much attention. There was a far away glaze over his eyes and you could see his ears were twitching slightly, as if he could hear something the rest of you could not. 

“Chris, are you alright?” You quietly asked, chewing your bottom lip. 

The mention of his name snapped him out of his daze immediately, his attention back on you. He gave you an easy going smile, “Course. Sorry, sometimes they are so loud.” 

You were confused, “They…?” 

Felix leaned close to your ear and you could feel the amusement radiating off of him. “ Chris can hear wishes.” 

“Wishes? What do you mean?” You interrogated, the idea sounding absurd to you. 

Chris answered, clicking his tongue. “ Not all wishes, only the ones that are being made on shooting stars. The voice of the wisher floods my mind as they are making the wish.” He rubbed his temples, “It is involuntary. Another incredible gift from the Court.” 

“Shooting stars..” You whispered, taking the information in. You yourself had made plenty of wishes on shooting stars, you wondered if he could hear your wishes. How mortifying! 

“That’s not all he can do! Chris can also grant wishes. You could ask him for anything and he could get it for you.” Felix sent a sly smirk at his brother. 

Chris could see just what these boys were doing; how they were trying to make him seem more appealing for you. Obviously you were important to him if he brought you to the wilds and didn’t let them mess with you, Chris never cared to keep his humans alive all this long. 

“Well not anything.” He said, lounging back.

“Isn’t that just sooooo amazing, Y/n?” Jisung giggled, sending a wink towards Chris. “Chris’s powers are incredible! He is sooooo strong! And he hasn’t even taken the crown yet, imagine how strong he’d really be if-” 

“Jisung, you’re making him all grumpy.” Felix pouted, jutting his lip out and pointing at the elder. Your eyes followed the finger and saw Chris was glaring daggers at Jisung. “He doesn’t like it when we hype him up like that, especially about the,” He looked at you quickly then back to Jisung, “C-R-O-W-N.” 

Does this guy think I can’t spell?! 

“Crown?” Both boys pulled back and gave you a shocked look. “What? I can spell, you know. And read and write. I’m not daft.” 

“Wow! Humans are so stupid, I never would have thought you could spell!” Jisung exclaimed, grabbing your arm and shaking you excitedly. “You must be one of the special ones!” 

“Yeah!” Felix grabbed the other arm, “ Good job finding this one, brother!” 

Their comments and tugging was starting to piss you off and it was beginning to show in your usually poised face. “Awww Lixie, look at her! Her little sneer is so cute!” Jisung pinched your cheek. 

“She’s not the only one getting mad.” Felix giggled, eyeing his brother. 

Chris watched as the sunshine boys poked and toyed with you. For some reason he could feel his blood starting to boil the more they messed with you- the need to protect you from their teasing becoming almost unbearable. He kept his face as neutral as possible, but he was never very good at keeping his cool when he was pissed off. 

 Luckily, a sudden orange explosion erupted from the inky sky above. A fiery ball cut through the air and came crashing down onto the floating grounds, making the whole castle rumble. The commotion was a much needed distraction- the sunshine twins immediately looking at each other with a knowing intensity that was not missed by Chris. 

“What the hell was that?” He demanded, staring at the two boys. 

They let you go and simultaneously rubbed the back of their necks sheepishly. “Well..” Felix started. 

“You were gone for a while..” Jisung continued. 

“And someone had to go make peace with Pricilla..” 

“So we sent Changbin.” They finished together. 

“By the looks of that fireball, she didn’t take it very well.” Chris groaned and stood on his feet. He stepped forward and grabbed both boys by an arm. “Now the two of you are coming with me.” He looked down at you with a tight grin on his face. “Princess, stay here. I shall return in just a moment.” 

You nodded slowly, not understanding what was going on. 

“Awww I wanna stay with Y/n!” Jisung protested as he was hauled off. 

“Nope. You both made this mess, you will help me clean it up. Come on.” And with little to no effort Chris lugged both boys out of the room, leaving you alone in this unfamiliar place. 

The moment Hyunjin mentioned that Seungmin had a human here he knew he had to put an end to it before it became a shit show. The last thing he needed was for you to see that mess.  He marched through the castle, caring not for the imp servants who stopped and greeted him as he walked, or for the crystal statues who bowed as he passed. Approaching the ball room he could hear laughter and the sounds of the grand piano being played. He could also hear a pleading cry for mercy. 

Minho pushed open the door and stepped into the glistening ballroom. Any other time he would reminisce about the grand events that used to be hosted here, about how drunk he used to get before he had become a prince, when he was still just a friend of the family. Walking in he found Seungmin and Jeongin lounging on large fluffy cushions. They were sitting in front of the large golden octagonal stage that was placed against the back wall, cackling loudly at their ‘entertainment’. 

Upon the stage was a middle aged man who was dancing in circles. Minho could see how the man's bare feet poured blood and how the bottoms of them had been rubbed so raw no skin remained. His body was sweating profusely and he wailed, with thick tears running down his plump cheeks as he begged for this to end. Of course the two fae boys ignored his pleas. A young galaxy aladrin girl sat at the piano in the corner, playing jovial tunes for the poor soul to dance to. 

Minho walked further into the room and sighed in irritation. He put a hand up as he passed the aladrin girl and the music stopped immediately. He then addressed the two younger fae. “You guys really chose a terrible time for this bullshit.” 

Seungmin turned his head around to greet the elder, a sinister gleam in his eye. “Don’t be a downer Min, come join us. It has been so long since you divulged with us.” Jeongin said nothing but he put his hand over his mouth to cover his giggle. 

“Get rid of it.” Minho did not even humor them for a second. “Chris and I have a guest here today, and she must not be privy to whatever mess is happening in here.” 

“A guest? What kind of guest?” Seungmin inquired, then his dark orbs glazed over for a second before returning to normal and a wicked grin appeared on his face. “Ohhh I see, you two brought a human home with you and you're scared she’ll get caught up in our fun.” 

Minho should have known Seungmin would take a peek at his internal fears and worries- the younger boy loved to use his power to gain information- fae from the autumn court were notoriously nosey. 

“Another human to play with?!” Jeongin seemed excited now, “Bring it in here! This one is getting boring. He’s been dancing for only two days and he’s already about to die.” He grumbled and motioned to the man who continued dancing. 

“Not gonna happen.” Minho deadpans. “In fact I’m keeping her far away from you two. Clean this up.” 

“You are no fun anymore Min. You used to love our little tricks.” Jeongin jutted his lip out in a fake pout. 

Seungmin nodded in agreement, “Yeah remember it was you who taught us this fun spell.” 

While yes, Minho used to take great joy in the suffering of mortals and messing with them both mentally and physically, that just was not who he was anymore. He feels like in the last few centuries he has grown up, became a lot less sadistic. He guessed taking on supreme responsibility would do that to someone. Though he cannot deny that the younger boy's words did get to him a little. 

He ran his tongue over his teeth in thought. “You know what, fine. Stay here and enjoy your show. All I ask is that you remain here until she is gone. And that you at least play a faster tune, it’s more fun when they can’t keep up.” He grinned.

Both boys laughed and waved their hands for the piano to continue, a faster song beginning. “Thank you Min.” Seungmin snickered and wiggled his fingers at Minho as the elder fae turned and walked out. The screaming and begging was muffled as the door closed behind him. 

As he walked a bright flash of orange caught his attention  from the window and he could feel the sudden huge rumble that overtook the castle, the whole place shaking. His interest was piqued when he heard the quick steps of his fellow princes hurrying towards the commotion so he also went to join them. 

Chris and the sunshine twins sped down to the foyer. Just as they neared the entrance the massive doors flew open and Changbin came limping in. Chris rushed to his side right before the fae boy all but collapsed in his arms. Changbin was covered in dark soot and his clothes had burn holes all over him. 

“Bin, are you alright? Talk to me man.” Chris gave a pat to Changbins cheek as he tried to rouse the man. 

Changbin’s eyes flew open and he took a wheezing breath, his hand coming up to rest on his chest. “Chris.. Welcome back.” 

“You show up in a blazing ball of fire and that’s the first thing you say?!” Jisung crossed his arms and looked annoyed. 

Changbin weakly glared at Jisung, coughing out “It’s called having respect, maybe you should fucking try it sometime.” 

“Oh Binnie!” Chris was suddenly pushed off of Changbin by Hyunjin who appeared out of nowhere. Hyunjin flung himself at Changbin. “I was so worried! You were gone for days!” 

Chris scoffed, “Where was this reaction when I came home..” He murmured and was promptly ignored. “What happened? “ 

Changbin hugged Hyunjin back, the red haired boy beginning to wipe away the dark soot from Bins face. “Well, you weren’t home and after Minho left to go find you we got a message that the Court of Wonder wished to have a meeting and that it could not wait.” 

“Binnie you’re so brave! You went all by yourself!” Hyunjin was so overcome by his emotion that his hands accidentally left even more burnt holes in changbins clothes as he tried to help. 

“Ouch!” Changbin winced when the heat caught his skin. Hyunjin scrunched his face in apology. “Anyways, as you could see, Pricilla was pretty pissed off that I went instead of you, Chris.” He gestured to his appearance. 

Chris groaned, “why has she been so persistent lately?” 

“You know why,” Minho said as he approached the group, taking in the scene. “Pricilla has always been interested in you, she’s never hidden her attraction to you. And now that you are the rightful ruler of a very powerful court, she’s probably hungry for power.. And your dick.” 

“She’s already gotten that though, hasn’t she Chris.” Felix snickered, climbing onto his older brother's back and pinching his cheek. 

Chris slapped Felix’s hand away and turned back to Changbin, “What did she say to you?” 

The third eldest rubbed the back of his neck, “She said either you meet with her or she will officially declare war on the Court of Stars. We have one week before she sends her ‘hounds’.” They all knew that the ‘hounds’ of the Court of Wonder were an elite team of fae who were trained to kill and manipulate the mind. Not a very pleasant bunch. 

Minho looked around and noticed someone missing, “Where is Y/n?” 

“She’s in the sky room. Drinking yummy tea!” Jisung answered. Minho gave him a blank death stare. “Jeez calm down, Chris gave it to her. He actually threw the muffin I offered off a balcony.” 

“You can’t leave a mortal alone, especially with the creatures that roam around here.” Minho pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll go back to her, Chris please help Bin back to his quarters and on the way he can share more information with you.” 

“Yeah yeah, ok Min. I’ll join you in a second.” Chris agreed, knowing it was better to let him have his way when he got like this. He was glad that at least one of them was moderately responsible. 

Minho made his way down the winding hallway and up the staircase. When he was about ten feet away from the doorway to the sky room he felt his body freeze up. His eyes glowed bright white and he got an image of the future sent to his brain. 

He could see the mortal Princess, with a look of terror on your face as you struggled to get away from something- no, someone. A figure had you backed up against a wall, cornering you there and there were tears welling up in your eyes. Minho could not see who it was that held you but he could see the room that you were in. He could see the shimmering walls and the flowers that bloomed on the walls. Behind your form he could make out a golden stage and a flowing of blood that dripped from it. You were in the ballroom. 

As if it never happened Minho came back to himself, the vision ending quite abruptly. The image left a bad feeling in his stomach and he hurried to the doors of the observatory, a wave of his hand making the doors fly open. His catlike eyes scoured the room but he did not find you. 

He noticed the empty tea cup on the small table and could still see the dip in the cushion that you once sat upon. He deduced that you must have just left the room. Minho turned on his heels and sprinted out of the room, if he hurried he may be able to stop his vision before it happened, and maybe he could stop you from seeing something you shouldn’t.

You stood by the nearest balcony that had a telescope pointed up at the swirling galaxies above. You had been looking up into the stars ever since you had been left alone and to be honest, as beautiful as this place was, you really just wanted to know more about the court and those who ruled it. 

With a sigh you went and sat back in your original spot, picking up your tea cup and taking the last sip then setting it back down. You leaned back for a moment and weighed your options. You could sit here and wait as Chris had asked you too… Or you could have that adventure you were promised and go explore a bit. 

They’ve been gone for a long time.. Perhaps it wouldn’t be terrible if you went looking for them..

Standing from your seat you flattened your dress down nervously. With slow steps you went over to the thick wooden door and with a tentative touch you lightly turned on the handle, peeking out into the corridor. No one was within your sight, and with a deep breath you gathered all the bravery you had within you, and you ventured out of the sky room, closing the door quietly behind you. 

You had no idea which way was which, let alone where Chris or Minho could have gone, so you used your best judgment and crept down the hall until you came upon two different staircases going down but one was headed left and the other right. You decided to veer right, slowly walking down the steps. Looking around you could tell you definitely had not gone through here when you came in.

 This area seemed extra resplendent, the floors and walls dusted with gold and the wall sconces blazing vibrantly. Many grand statues made of crystals and quartz were littered through the halls. As you got closer to them you could see that the statues bowed to you. You stopped in your tracks, not sure of how to proceed but knowing you should be respectful. Lifting your hems slightly you bowed back to the array of statues. After a second you stood up straight once again and continued on your way. As you passed the statues they creakily stood back up but their faces seemed like they were smiling now. 

Poor things probably do not receive very much courtesy around here. 

Further down you could faintly hear the tinkling of piano keys, and loud laughter. Getting closer the laughing voices sounded like men's voices coming from behind another massive door. Maybe they went in here! 

You put both hands up onto the gilded doors and pushed with all your might, the hinges giving a loud creeaaaak as the doors just barely opened enough for you to squeeze through. To your surprise you had entered the most charming ballroom. It was huge and glittering with gold accents everywhere you looked. The floor lit up with a pastel yellow glow on each spot you stepped on, illuminating your figure. As you walked further you could see the source of the voices you had heard, there was a boy with copper colored hair skipping around flailing his arms and fake screaming, while another boy with dark brown hair laughed at him. From your position you could not see their faces but you could already tell you had not met either of them yet. 

There was a black grand piano with a gorgeous girl with skin the color of an orchid and hair that pulsed like starlight playing a light tune on the keys. She did not acknowledge your presence at all as you slowly walked past her, her focus on playing and nothing else. Subconsciously you noticed that the laughter had ceased so looking back over to where the boys were at you noticed they were no longer there. What you did see was a glittering stage, with a deep pool of -what you could assume was- dark red blood slowly pouring over the edge and onto the pristine floor. 

Your hand went to your mouth and you gulped, a deep sense of dread filling you. I need to get out of here! You took a step back then quickly turned around to flee but your body was met with a hard surface. Stumbling back you lifted your head to see you had run into a person. A gasp escaped you at his appearance.  

Large black eyes peered down at you, the sockets sunken in making him look sickly in addition to the terribly pale skin. His hair was a dark brown that could be mistaken for black if the light did not hit it right, and he had it parted and flipped back off his forehead. You couldn’t stop staring in fright from his eyes so you missed sharpened canine teeth peeking out from behind his lips. He was frightening. 

“Now where are you off to, little lamb?” the man purred, taking a step closer to you making you back up. 

“Careful, Minnie.” A second voice called from behind you. You twisted your head quickly to see the Copper haired one sitting on the edge of the stage only a few feet away. This one was bizarre looking too with his ultra high cheekbones that shimmered under the light like iridescent scales.. The pupils in his thin eyes were slitted, reminding you of a serpent. “I think this is the mortal that Chris and Minho brought home. I do not advise playing around with it.” 

The one in front of you took another few steps closer, making you back up until your heels met a wall. “Hmm, I think you’re right Innie.” He leaned down until the void of his gaze was mere inches from yours. You felt your throat close up as tears sprung to your eyes and your fingers began to tremble. “Why so tense, human? Aw I know, she’s scared of us, little thing saw the blood.” The way he spoke to you was so condescending, so demeaning that it made your teeth chatter. 

The one on the stage cackled loudly, flailing his arms again. “That was entertaining! He was all ‘Noooooo pleeeeaasseee’ then BAM” He fell backwards playfully and made a strangled sound, “dead.” 

“Yes but I do wish he had not bled so much. It’s going to take the servants forever to clean.” ‘Minnie’ made a disgusted face. 

“Please.. Let m-me go.” You stuttered, trying to blink away the liquid that was about to fall. “I wish to leave this room, now please.” 

“Leave?” He tilted his head in mock confusion. “Leave and go where? You know there are some verrryy scary faeries walking around this place.” Minnie shook his head, tutting. “No, no that won’t do. We don’t want anything to happen to our precious guest.” 

The air had a sinister tension that you could cut with a butter knife and the way his lips curled in addition to the menacing giggling from the other one made you develop an unsettling ache in your stomach. 

“Innie you're making her nervous with your laughter, isn’t that interesting?” It was almost like he could read your mind.You tried to back up further into the wall to get even a fraction of an inch away from him but it was to no avail. You felt like a trapped animal. “I have to admit, you’re even cuter when you’re frightened. Like a timid baby fawn who has lost its mother.” 

You shut your eyes tightly and lowered your head, trying to shut him out but a sharp nail under your chin forced your head back up. Your eyes shot open when you felt the point begin to dig into your skin, making you wince. 

“Do not turn away from me. As a prince of this court I do not tolerate disrespect.” He hissed, almost piercing your skin. 

Before your skin could break an imposing figure was suddenly behind your captor and he was yanked away from you. Air filled your lungs and you let out a cough, not even realizing you had been holding your breath to begin with. 

“You boys have been naughty in here, hmm?” You recognized the voice of your savior. You lifted your head and saw Chris, holding back ‘Minnie’ by the nape of his shirt. “Seungmin, I believe you were told to leave her alone.

The younger man rolled his eyes, “Just a bit of fun, Chris, nothing serious.” 

The oldest prince was steaming internally, knowing how Seungmins aura could invoke terror should he desire it too, and by the looks of you he was laying it on thick. He hated how scared you must be.

Chris chucked Seungmin away from you and closed the distance between you. The fae prince cupped your cheek in his hand, wiping away the free flowing tears as you sniffled. “You okay, Princess? I heard your wish.” 

His words made you cry harder and you could not stop yourself from launching into his arms, crying into his chest. You did not care if it was improper or immoral, you needed his comfort. He had heard you. He heard your wish and came to save you. 

Minho was standing in the entry to the great room, watching the scene before him. He had run here as quickly as he could, and yet he was not quick enough. Minho watched intently as you were wrapped in a protective hug by his best friend. He knew he shouldn’t be jealous- that there was no valid reason for him to be- but he was. He wanted to comfort you, to feel the press of your body against his. What the fuck is happening to me? He shook his head to clear his thoughts of desire and turned his attention to the two troublemakers. 

He stomped over to them, glaring daggers. “I thought we had an agreement you little fuckers. You had your own human to mess with, you don’t need another.” He noticed the body was already gone.

Jeongin pointed an accusatory finger at his dark haired friend. “I didn’t do anything, it was all Seungmin!” 

Seungmin scoffed and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “ I wasn’t going to hurt her. Just tease a little. I do listen to your requests sometimes, Minho.” 

“Could have fooled me.” He clipped, smacking both younger fae on the back of their heads then walked past them over to you. His tone softened and he touched your shoulder, making you jump slightly then turn around to him. 

“Minho.” You breathed, a croak to your voice. 

“You’re safe now, Princess. We’re here.” He soothed, a gentle hand rubbing your back up and down now. 

“I.. I would like to leave now, please.” You whispered, drying your eyes once more. You were feeling not only the residual fright but now a sense of embarrassment at how easily you crumbled in front of them. It was unbecoming of a lady. 

“Yes of course, I shall escort you back to the sky room-” 

“No, I would like to go home. Back to my realm.” 

“Oh, I see.” Chris looked at Minho briefly then back down at you, giving you a smile that did not reach his eyes once again.Honestly he resembled a kicked puppy. “Then I will take you home. That was our deal, afterall.” He offered you his arm and you clung to him, steering clear of the two frightening ones who waved at you as you walked out of the room with Chris. Minho glared one last time at the fae boys then he stomped out beside you. 

As you were led back through the castle you could not stop thinking of the blood you had seen; how it seeped down in thick inky red drips, coating the elegant wood and flooring in its mess. You are not sure how, but something within you knows it was human blood. 

“What is on your mind, Princess?” Minho asked, breaking the long silence. 

I should not ask. I should not ask. I SHOULD NOT A- “ What kind of blood was that.. Back in the ballroom..” Dammit. 

They both remained quiet for a second, choosing their words carefully with you. “It does not matter.” 

“Was it.. Oh my goodness, was it human blood?” You took their silence as your answer. “It was!” Your mind went back to what ‘Innie’ had said; ‘Noooooo pleeeeaasseee’ then BAM, dead’.

You were getting worked up again, fanning your face so you did not begin to well up though that proved useless. You let go of both of them, stepping away. “How could you say it does not matter? Someone is dead!” 

“Listen, sometimes the boys get too caught up in their enjoyment. They’re still young and don’t know how to control themselves yet.” Chris shrugged, not seeing the big deal. “It was just one, anyways. And obviously no one important if they lured him away so easily.” 

Minho bit his tongue, knowing the elders' words were about to have deeper consequences. 

You gave him an incredulous look, hurt evident on your face. “You think very little of human lives, don’t you?” Chris tried to put his hand on your shoulder but you smacked it away. “Do not touch me. I should not have come here. I wish to go home.” 

“Princess..” 

“That’s what you do, isn’t it? Grant wishes? Well then grant mine, I wish to go home right now!” You raised your voice on that last part, then lowered it again. “Please..” 

Chris sighed defeatedly, then gave a look to Minho who nodded in understanding. “Right away.” He said looking back at you with a hidden sadness. “If you should ever like to return, you need only wish for it. I will hear you.” You did not respond, choosing to offer only a timid nod. “Minho will take you home now. I will be seeing you, princess.” With that Chris turned and made his way back into the castle.

 For some reason your heart ached watching him walk away, as if you could feel his hurt. Minho placed a hand on your back gently, “Y/n, please shut your eyes.” 

“Excuse m- AH!” You yelped as you were suddenly lifted off the ground and he held onto you bridal style. You ignored the muscle in his broad shoulders and arms as they held you. “Put me down at once!” 

“You want to go home right? This is the quickest way. But you need to trust me. Can you do that?” 

You bit your lip as you contemplated your options, but in the end gave in to him. “Yes, I will trust you Minho.” 

“Thank you. Now shut your eyes and do not open them until I give you the signal.” You nodded, screwing your eyes shut tight. “Good, now count down backwards from ten. In your head is fine.” 

You did as he said and began counting mentally. 

10 

He gripped tighter onto you

9

8

There was a chilling breeze that nipped at your skin

7

6

5

A loud whoosh passed by you, making your ears ring

4

3

2

Your body felt weightless and you gasped lightly.

1

“Open.” 

You opened your eyes and found that you were back in your room, at your castle, laying on your bed. Your hand went to your heart and you breathed heavily, scanning your surroundings. Everything was as it was when you left, as if you were never gone. There was no galaxy sky, no imps and no fae princes to be seen. 

With a deep sigh you fell back against your pillows. Did that really happen? How did I get home so quickly? Where did Minho go so suddenly? Your mind was reeling with questions, none of which you were likely to get answers to. You decided that you would not be going back to the fae wilds, as you had vastly misunderstood what kind of beings the fae were. Anyone who takes mortal lives as if they do not matter is not someone you want to associate with. No matter how handsome they are. 

It was best to forget that it even happened at all. With a heavy heart you got up and took your dress off and dressed into your night linens. Sleep did not come easily to you that night. 

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Day 8 of '8 Days of Kinks' : Primal Play

Pairing : Yang Jeongin x Fem!Reader

Genre : Pure Smut (MDNI)

Warnings : Primal play, Jeongin being a fucking maniac, sort of scary themes, knife play, clothing ripping, dub-con

8 Days of Kinks : Day Eight : Yang Jeongin + Primal Play

Notes : Day Eight of 8 Days of Kinks - again, little to no plot. Jeongin and reader agree to let him hunt her down, they fuck in the woods. Little to no dialogue, just fucking like animals lol. Ty if you kept up with this event, it was a lot of fun!

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@/daisykihannie Day 8: - Temp Hiatus -

You'd planned this out together almost a month in advance. You'd spend the day apart, Jeongin would follow you around town for a while and the two of you would end up in the woods just down from the apartment the two of you shared. It was a small block filled with trees - most of them dead or dying as the weather slowly got colder in the oncoming Fall. You'd meet there at exactly three o'clock, and discuss rules one more time.

"What system are we using?"

"Color codes."

"Good. And the safe word?"

"Pineapple."

"Good girl. You have five minutes."

Five minutes would never be enough.

Jeongin's got the upper hand. He's taller, stronger, better, bigger, faster - He's been working out on just his endurance for the last month purely so he had a better shot at chasing you down.

It doesn't stop you however from taking off into the woods. You run, sneakers kicking up dirt and leaves crumpling under your feet as you go. When you hit the edge of the woodline you stop and turn, following it left for a ways before drifting back into the trees and breathing heavy. How long had it been? Was he already on the hunt for you - chasing you down, maybe following your trail already or picking up on your scent somehow?

You breathed hard and took a moment to lean down, hands on your thighs as your chest ached. Your heart slammed in your ribcage and as you slowly caught your breath, the crunching of leaves caught your attention and made your head snap upwards.

He'd kept a keen eye on the leaves around him - the dips in the mud of the woods from where your shoes had dug in - the way a few tree branches were broke from where you'd run into them and snapped twigs. He was hot on your trail for a good while.

"Y/N-ah~ You know I can see your trail, right? You might as well come out now."

Jeongin had wandered off your trail a bit when he'd hit the woodline. You must've followed it which caused him to lose you, unsure of how far you went in the open but tight area - so he began to wander freely. With his hands taught at his sides, clenching and unclenching, veins bulged from how hard his blood pumped while previously running; he saw you.

The two of you noticed each other at the same moment, a beat of silence filling the space between your bodies before he jerked into motion first.

"Get back here!" He bites, yelling out in a growl so rough that it sounds as if he's swallowed gravel - or stolen Felix's vocal chords for a day.

You jerked right after, bolting away from your boyfriend and gasping out for air when your shoulder snagged a tree branch only seconds after taking off to get away. Jeongin caught onto you easily, grabbing hold of your arm and pushing you down to the ground - which he went with, of course.

Pinning you down to the leaves and dirt, he let you struggle. Large palms pushed down onto your shoulders to keep you held there, letting your hands push at his chest in an attempt to rid him of your body. He growled out in frustration at your constant wriggling and crying, one hand snatching your wrists to hold them still and away from himself.

His free hand dug into his pocket, pulling out a few small zipties he'd stored in there for good use. Wrapping one over your wrists, he zips it tight before pinning your hands down above your head so he could properly hover over you.

"You got pretty far before I caught up to you. Good job," He praises, though his voice holds nothing but annoyance that he hadn't caught up to you sooner than he had.

With one hand keeping your wrists held down, the other digs in his opposite pocket for a knife. He couldn't get your clothes off of you with just one hand or you escaping him - so he'd brought it along for, again, good use. The blade flips open and he lowers it to your leggings, less than gentle as he cuts into them.

A large rip forms over the crotch of the fabric, ripping wide open in a hefty circle that bares your sweet cunt to him.

"No fucking panties," He groans more to himself than to you, eyes dark at the sight. You were already so wet - practically dripping just from the feeling of him hunting you down and taking what he wanted.

"Jeongin," you'd whine, hips squirming against the ground as he used his hand to tug off his belt and shove his jeans down.

He paid you no mind, focusing solely on what he wants - which is, obviously, your pussy wrapped around his cock until he was filling you up to the brim. And that's exactly what he plans to do.

He sinks into you with ease, eyes rolling back and lashes fluttering as he sighs out. His groan is louder than it probably should be, hand loosening it's grip on your wrists subconsciously. If he could, he'd reach down and toy with your clit or tug up your shirt so he could see those pretty tits he loved so much - but he's worried about you wriggling away or hitting him or fighting back.

So he leaves his hand there, letting you know he'll make his grip turn harsh if he has to.

Jeongin grumbles, snapping his hips forward so hard it hurts. You, not him. He growls out when your walls tighten down in want for more, legs just barely brushing his hips as he thrusts into you. His movements aren't quick - aren't needy - but are surely desperate with how hard he's pounding his cock into you. He knows you'll bruise from it - knows your pretty pussy will be all pink and swollen and gaping when he's done fucking into you so hard, and he'll take a picture of it later, too.

He listens to the way you choke on your spit, moaning and crying and whispering out pleas for him to speed up. He doesn't, of course, barely caring what it is you have to say unless it's the safeword or a color.

His head lowers down to your throat, nosing the collar of your shirt down so he can sink his teeth into your skin as he ruts his hips into you over and over. He bites down hard - hard enough to draw blood, canines puncturing the area to surely leave a mark for a day or two afterwards. When he draws his head back, spit dripping from his tongue and lips, he growls again - "Color?"

"Green," You gasp, throwing your head back as he snaps his hips forward hard enough to let the ruddy purple tip of his cock kiss and prod at your cervix.

He sighs out at the notion that everything's going fine - going really fucking well, actually, pistoning his hips harder into your cunt that he craves so badly. He wants to be swallowed up by your pussy, his thrusts turning into grinding rolls of his hips as he groans out and snarls into your skin in frustration that he can't bury himself deeper.

Jeongin's hands slide down finally, letting go of you. He wraps both arms around your waist before burying his face down into your chest, suffocating himself in those tits he so desperately wants to see. Oh well.

His hold is strong, muscles tense and veined as they push against your sides so he can hold onto you tighter than he was before. He uses his grip as leverage, fucking into your hole faster and harder and trying truly to bury himself in your walls as deep as he can even though it never feels like it's enough.

He fucks himself through the moment he comes, white coating your walls in heavy spurts that are sure to take if you don't take care of it soon. Hips refusing to stop moving until he's fully spent, he pushes as close as he can and sits up to look, squirming his hips until he's balls deep in your cunt and still twitching along your walls. He can feel you tightening down, milking him for everything he's got - and he won't complain.

Not when you look so pretty like this, face flushed and hands still ziptied together - legs spread on the fucking floor of the woods and moaning so loud for him.

Who would he be to complain when you let him hunt you down like this? Like he was some sort of animal. You let him indulge in things he couldn't confide in others with. So...

Yeah. He wasn't complaining.