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i saw across the spiderverse last night and my life will never be the same again
candles & flames | jjk (m)
Summary: He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
➳ pairing:Jungkook x reader ➳ rating: 18+ ➳ genre: enemies to lovers, royal!au; angst, fluff, smut ➳ warnings: so! they’re both royalty/high in society (gd should’ve called this ‘royals’), fuckboy jk, banter, past side character death mentioned, hints of fake dating but not really, angst!, the ending.., douchebag jk at times, crying, guilt, jk is sus too, bits of jealousy, society sucks, explicit sexual content: carriage shenanigans, sexual tension, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), mouth fucking, spit stuff?, manhandling, spanking, dry humping, dirty talk, angry foreplay but things get softer, he comes in her mouth <3, they’re hiding during all that <3 ➳ wc: 24.6k 😐 ➳ a/n: sooo. i love e2l and regency aus, but i haven’t written much/any of those, so they’re not my strongest suit. but hopefully y’all will still enjoy reading it, bc i did enjoy writing it. it’s just the beginning hehe <3 this entirely new genre/trope took some brainpower lmao so i’d love if you dropped by and told me what you think !! 🤍
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Jeon Jungkook’s sincerity doesn’t run as deep as his undeniable beauty.
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minted: part two (snippet) (m) | myg
snippet: minted: part two (m) pairing: street king!yoongi x street vendor!reader rating/genre: m (18+) ; angst , action ; haegeum au , gang au series: masterlist | part one summary: after a whirlwind of a detour, you have second and third thoughts about the guy you saved. who even is this man? and what the hell is in that bag? note: holy shit, y’all. thank you so much for the love on this series already! it’s been a minute since we started a new series here, so nerves were firing on all cylinders. but you all showed out and gave me enormous relief and motivation to keep going, so thank you! enjoy this snippet since i missed the initial part two drop! note 2: this series is for @sailoryooons, @joonary, and @minttangerines! love you all! warnings: language, violence, weapons (guns/knives/chopsticks/etc.), blood/wounds mentions, drugs, alcohol, trauma, poor reader :(((, mint!yoongi, haegeum!yoongi, tatted!yoongi, his eyebrow is pierced, yoongi visuals in this one areeee…, tension, tense situations, crass af yoongi lol, reader is also a baddie but who is shocked, slow burnnnn est. drop date: september 16th, 2024 snippet word count: 1.5k est. total word count: 9k >:))
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There’s something to be said about the human gut.
Not because it’s the source of multiple health aspects, or the way it’s connected to the brain.
But, other than when violence tears it to shreds, it can be quite the defense mechanism. Just like yours churns and churns with each mechanical click of the elevator shaft.
Who is this person next to you?
Who exactly did you decide to follow upstairs hours ago, killing your daily life to save and join on the run?
You don’t know if you released your hand or if Yoongi let it fall, but you take this unlinking to create space. As you slide your gaze toward your companion, he merely shifts his weight and finds interest in increasing, beeping numbers.
How can someone’s profile be so troublingly handsome? You’d be able to think more clearly if he wasn’t both attractive and dangerous. Or if you simply weren’t on the verge of collapse.
Frankly, if you didn’t just murder a man you’d pass out as soon as you took too long to blink.
To keep yourself alert—and to hopefully gather some much needed intel—you suddenly question aloud, “Where are we?”
No answer.
Alright.
“That driver called you Agust,” you recap on a second go. “What was that about?”
All Yoongi does is stare at his reflection in opulent, dim mirrored walls. Or whatever else he’s doing besides talking.
Okay. Well.
You can face forward, too.
“Those guys after us,” you try a third time, because who are you to give up now even if he radiates annoyance. “They didn’t look like Crane.”
“Doesn’t mean they weren’t.”
Your neck almost snaps when you turn. “Are you kidding me?”
As you watch Yoongi scorn the ceiling again, you can’t believe he doesn’t agree.
Mm. Does he?
From the flex of his jaw, you have to assume you’re right to some degree. Because it looks like he’s very, very bothered by the people that chased you down.
If those weren’t any of the high-powers but had equal resources and numbers…
What the hell were they? Where did they even come from?
Geez, it’s freezing. Is a drop in temperature the best barrier to you making sense of things? You can’t even appreciate the way Yoongi’s veins protrude with every adjustment he makes to that mysterious duffle bag.
Lies. You absolutely can. But there’s no way in hell you’re ever complimenting that. Or anything about him anymore because he clearly doesn’t want anything to do with you!
Why did he even hold your hand? Was that just a ploy, too?
But that taxi drive…
Yoongi looks down before lightly scuffing his shoe, and both of you fall silent as you finally give up with a huff.
Massively dehydrated. Sore. Still covered in a myriad of unmentionables and now being ignored by the guy you saved.
All you wanna do is go home, and you don’t even know where that is.
How far did you travel? What district is this? You’ve never heard of a grey zone, but they seem fairly peaceful even at night. Neutral enough for you to consider relocating even if it meant sleeping on the street.
That brings up another question. “If we’re in a grey zone, how did you know—”
A ding interrupts your last thought, and you look to see where you ended up.
But the elevator doesn’t say a number. Only letters? What kinda floor did you stop on?
One thing’s for sure, though. Whatever room you end up getting, if there’s only one bed you’re hogging it or taking the…
Floor…
There are many things that have shocked you in your lifetime. Many things just from today that had your head positively and forever reeling.
But when the elevator doors slide open, you can’t even fathom what the fuck you’re dealing with.
And in this second, more than ever, you understand how ludicrously out of your element you really are.
“Holy shit,” you blurt, barely hearing the huff at your side.
Don’t elevators usually open up to hallways? Why are you walking into an entire living space? Is this a real place people choose to sleep in for a night? A whole floor?
Forget a whole floor, it’s a whole other place.
You slowly survey everything, wondering how much this has to be because you have never seen a living space so big. Or pretty. Or anything like this.
The ceilings vault and the furniture looks nothing like you’ve ever seen. Everything looks pristine. Clean. Is that a whole kitchen?
How are there living arrangements this big? This one place is bigger than your entire apartment level back home.
And here you are: speechless, virtually homeless, and dragging your filth onto white marble floors.
Perfect.
“What.”
You turn at the scrape of Yoongi’s voice, wondering why now is when he finally chooses to acknowledge you. Head pounding, you ask outright, “Who… Who even are you? What is this place?”
He levels your stare before walking towards a long couch, dumping the duffle and raking his hair back in minted waves. “There’s a shower in every bedroom. Take your pick.”
…Is that really his only response?
“That’s not what I asked,” you fire back, wondering what the hell his problem is so you can add more out of spite.
“But it’s what you need.”
“Say what now?”
The fucking nerve? Even though you obviously, desperately need one, hearing him mention it makes you wanna re-use the chopsticks in your pocket.
But Yoongi simply waves you off, grabbing a remote and flicking on a television so wide you would struggle to reach both ends.
This is all too much.
“You know what I need? To go home,” you huff out, leaving fire in your determined trek to the elevator. “Have a nice life, Yoongi. Or Agust. Whoever the fuck you are.”
You get to the door and run into a dirt-slicked forearm, and the voice you hear courses through your ears, “The fuck are you doing?”
“Shouldn’t be that hard to figure out.”
“You serious?”
“Yes, I am. So move.”
Yoongi pauses, jaw working overtime before he steps aside wait he’s gonna let you go that easily?
…Oh.
That was certainly not what you expected, but what else would you even think? This isn’t one of those stories that ends perfectly after trials and tribulations. Yoongi has proven more than once—in mere hours—that he’s no regular civilian. Nor man, for that matter.
But despite that, you blink before freezing at a terrible realization.
No matter how you slice it, you’re much better off with him than you are by yourself right now. Even if he is a secretive criminal with a smoking gun.
He did keep you alive that whole chase.
But there’s the smallest, tiniest chance that you aren’t quite safe with Yoongi, either. You don’t even know who he is anymore—maybe you never did.
So in a quick decision, you skim his side to slap the elevator button, chucking daggers at his brows until he leaves you to wait alone.
Good. You don’t need this. You can find your way back to your city block somehow and live the life you’ve chosen to lead again.
Yes. You can do all of that by yourself. The chase is done.
And so is your story with the man that will never buy your tangerines again.
Grabbing your sleeve, a second fact stings your fingers. A jacket woven in Dragon teal.
Shit. You need to ditch this, too. Either right now, or before you get the hell out of this grey zone because if you don’t, this is the biggest target you could ever have on your back.
No good. No good no good you didn’t plan any of this well at all. Fucking pride blinding you to everything else logical. Is this how your story ends? Because of regret and resistance?
You wait for the sliding doors, about to leave the biggest room you’ll ever see to occupy a box. How poetic.
Your heart pounds as you close your eyes. Yoongi just cut you loose; it’s obvious he doesn’t care so why should you? No going back now. You’ll figure it out. The doors are finally opening.
And someone’s inside?
Wait.
Your brain both whirrs and skids to a halt at the sight of the staff member occupying the elevator. When they give you a look, you find your hand drifting towards your back pocket.
Fucking hell, relax. You should be safe with a hotel employee, right? They wouldn’t be out to kill you. This is just your adrenaline on its haunches.
However, one foot in the elevator and your senses go haywire.
Because you can’t do this alone. You aren’t nearly as prepared to brave this foreign space as you need to be. With red in your hands and Dragon on your back? Absolutely not.
You bow to the hotel staff before you face forward into the expanse.
And as the doors start to close, you see Yoongi’s stare over his shoulder, storming with emotions and words you can’t name.
Yeah.
You fucked up.
Fuck.
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THE DEMON IN MY MIRROR • PARK JONGSONG
pairing ⸝⸝⸝ demon!jay x fem!reader wc. 4.7k+
𓄷 warnings... jay is half human. mentions of a curse. jay is guiding her in her head. exhibition kink? mutual masturbation. oral ( m. reciveing ). unprotected sex.
nia's notes: jay is done ,, the series is almost over 😔,, the last chapter is next 🖤!!!
sunghoon | lucifer masterlist | ending
With a loss of light I fall , like a Lucifer…
Your little warmth , a ray of light that brightens my world…
Just like that two months had flown by; every single day had been a whirlwind of craziness— you and jake spending even more time together; having him help you clear out more stuff in the house, even helping bring in some of the new furniture your parents had delivered— which also led to six hours of you both straight arguing about the usage of instructions, eventually going to sunghoon , who even though was annoyed that you would bother him with something so trivial did it anyway.
speaking of sunghoon; things did get better between the two of you; he slowly but surely came to the conclusion that you in fact weren't like your grandmother and weren't gonna force him to hurt anybody; he became much nicer, yeah he would still like to act annoyed whenever you called for him; but that never stopped him from coming.
then it was the sex; it did take some time to get used to having sex with one demon; let alone two demons; two with different personalities. jake was always on the more softer side; sometimes borderline subby— but sunghoon; sunghoon was never on the soft side, he was in control , that's how he wanted it, and that's how you liked it.
the three of you eventually crossed the line into having sex all together; it first happened one day when you invited kai over— they really didn't like that; but you had promised kai another date, and you wanted to cook for him. that meant jake and sunghoon had to go into hiding; they for sure hated that. then when kai went to kiss you for the night; leaving— that was the last straw for the both of them.
that night; it ended up with both of them taking turns, fucking you; using your body for their pleasure. it was hot, sunghoon was his usual rough self; but even jake was rough, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as they pumped loads of your cum inside of them. that was the first time; after that it was basically free game, some days you'd just have sex with one of them, but there were some days you'd want both of them, or vice versa.
spending your days with both of them; the summer months slowly coming to an end, the questions hanging in the air everyday—what would you do when it was time for you to leave? you thought about the question everyday, so much the boys even listened in for it, sunghoon eventually trying to tune it out. “I don't want to hear your internal battle , think about something else.” is what he would always say. Jake on the other hand , would get sad every single time, you'd comfort him, telling him you'd make the right decision.
then it was the obvious elephant in the room; well the demon who doesn't show himself; jay— after confirming that it was him who shown himself in the mirror you were sure he'd eventually show himself, but he never did; but it was like you could feel his presence even though you didn't know him, you knew he was there, and he knew you knew.
jay; much like sunghoon hated your grandmother, but if he liked one thing about her, as a young girl she was just as vain and cold as she was as a elder woman, and loved to buy mirrors and placing them all around the house just to stare at herself— it annoyed him, watching her just stare at herself whenever she walked by, sometimes jay just wanted to shatter the glass; he hated what she made sunghoon do, but what could he do, he was a prisoner just like sunghoon; matter fact he was a prisoner much longer than sunghoon.
his liking for the mirrors came with you, you never really stopped to look at the mirrors, but he would catch glimpses of you, when you walked around the house the first night looking in all the rooms; when you first met jake, he was looking in the mirror, chuckling at how jake would stutter, and you tried to get away; he told jake not to startle you, but he knew his brother couldn't help it. He was pissed when Sunghoon tried to lure you into the wrong tunnel. He was the one who let jake know what his other brother was doing; he could have rescued you, but he let jake do it; he just stuck to watching you.
he didn't mean to look into the bathroom mirror; he was just looking through each mirror, hoping to get another glimpse of you that day; noticing you were naked , he quickly gave you the privacy you deserved, but he knew you had seen him; maybe a small part of him wanted you see him; he wanted it to be you; the first person to see him in 200 years.
jay was falling for you much like his brothers; sunghoon too, even if he swore he would never fall for you— and he knew your time was coming up, and he knew you had a decision to make, and regardless of the decision you make he wants to meet you formally once, even if he knew it could be his first and last time.
“it's been 200 years, he's probably just shy.” jake said, sunghoon snickering, watching the show, shoving food down his throat; no he didn't need it , he just like making a mess, leaving you and jake to clean. “maybe he hates you.” your mouth hung open and jake threw a pillow at him. “he doesn't hate you, he doesn't even know you, sunghoon you aren't helping.” then demon shrugged. “just saying the only time he saw you was through a mirror.”
“well why'd he stop coming out in the first place?” you asked. “I don't know.” Jake said, but you didn't buy it. “im serious, don't lie to me right now.” sunghoon groaned. “you two are annoying, look jay is a reserved person, no one knows why he stopped coming out , he just did.” sunghoon said, you both stared at him. “and if I take the necklace, you sure there's not a way I can leave him here?” you said , he glared. “no , sadly he comes with it as well.” Jake said. “haha , Jake won't save you later.” and with that he disappeared. “he's gonna hurt me one day isn't he?”
“kill you? no he's way passed that? but i can't be to certain that your mouth won't get your walking abilities put on pause for a few days, which could be bad for you.” you nodded. “I'm willing to take that chance, I like seeing him get upset.”
‘stupid fucking sunghoon’ is what you thought limping into the bathroom, looking in the mirror, your neck covered in bruises and marks from him practicing trying to suck the skin off your neck; grumbling curse words under your mouth. “I told you.” Jake yelled from your bedroom. “Jake, I will take this necklace off.” his eyes widened. “why would you even joke like that?” he whined. “You know I'm sensitive about it.” you shook your head. “my god for a demon you surely do have the emotions of a human still.”
looking for your concealer that sat on the counter, trying to cover it up. “i have to go out today.” you whined. “sunghoon!” you shouted. “he won't come out.” Jake said. “he took my concealer, i know he did.” you cursed at him. “he's the one stealing my stuff , I know he is.” you said. “yeah cause im stealing your things and not the one you found in your closet.” you heard his voice. “hey , I didnt take anything.” Jake argued. “yeah and why are her pink panties under your pillow?” you shook your head hearing Jake trying to defend himself, and sunghoon mocking him.
ignoring them both , you continue on with what you were doing; checking the bruises on your neck. “guess I’ll pick up some more concealer.” you said to yourself— then you see it; in your peripheral vision, written in the fog. ‘hi’ you furrow your eyebrows. “jake, sunghoon are you too playing around, stop drawing on the mirrors.” you realize how crazy that sounded, so did they. “why the fuck would I do such childish things?” you heard sunghoon say. “it's not me.” Jake said.
then you saw it with your own eyes; slowly words showed up in the mirror. ‘its not them’— you look around confused, looking back into the mirror. “it's you isn't it?” and then you see him in the mirror; and you remember the face immediately. “I'm jay.” the one you swore you'd never see; right in front of you with all his beauty. “not too bad yourself.” he smirked; he was reading your mind as well. “You're actually even more beautiful now that I can see you and not just through glimpses of you walking past a mirror.
“well maybe if you came out you could actually see me.” he nods. “You are right, not yet though.” he said; you tilted your head to the side. “not yet princess , when the time is right.” he said. “I'll see you real soon; just needed good glimpse of you today.” he smiled. “but— he's coming.” he was gone , you looked confused. “the hell is wrong with you?” sunghoon standing behind you. “I think I just met jay.” you said , looking back into the mirror; huffing at the mirror; ‘sunghoon, concealer, trash.” spinning around. “you asshole, you threw my concealer in the trash.”
“stop throwing things in the cart.” you scolded jake. “i swear it was him , unless you have another demon brother I don't know about.” sunghoon studied the food. “these cannot be that healthy.” you sighed. “Why did you guys come anyway?” you asked. “No fucking help.”
“yn?” you saw kai approaching you, sunghoon holding your waist, Jake glaring at the boy. you bump the boy in front with the cart. “hi kai.” you smiled, he returned the gesture. “i see your cousin is back.” he pointed to sunghoon. “nice to see you again.” sunghoon rolled his eyes. “and who is this?” jake spoke up. “I'm jake.” Kai nodded, his eyes lowering to where sunghoon's hands rested. “I'm not her cousin.” he said. “yeah we're her— they're my close family friends, they came back to help me with my grandmothers house.” he nodded, looking at the bruises on your neck , and then back at sunghoon, who grip got tighter. “oh , okay.” he frowned , finally getting sort of a sense of what was going on. “i have to go stock the shelves, I'll see you soon , hopefully before you leave.” he quickly walked away, you glared at the boys. “seriously?”
“did you come here just to intimidate him?” sunghoon removed his arm. “you did , both of you?” Jake gave you that smile, that got him out of everything. “i can't , I'm gonna go talk to him and apologize.” sunghoon stopped you. “doesn't matter now.” he said , cold as always. “yeah but he deserves an explanation.” you said. “he'll find a pretty girl and marry soon anyway.” he said. “and you can see the future.” you said, he looked at you. “i've got to learn to stop asking questions.”
“and why do I have to carry all these backs.” Jake struggled behind you. “because sunghoon I expect this , he won't ever change , but you jake I expect more.” you said, he pouted. “it wasn't my idea.” he mumbled. “did I put a gun to your head?” sunghoon said. “You're not in the clear , put them up.” you started up the steps , the boy glared , standing up. “I told you about telling me what to do.” you smiled, knowing he had no choice. “yeah well I had to pay 8 dollars for a new concealer so.”
making your way into your room , pushing the door open; your eyes immediately going to the mirror that sat in front of the bed, was he there? walking over , looking inside it. “are you there?” you knocked on the mirror; no answer. “Was I really going crazy earlier?” you start to question yourself. “ugh! these damn marks.” you groaned, seriously thinking about putting that boy on a sex ban. “That's gonna piss him off even more.”
your eyes lit up wide upon hearing the voice, you stood up and there he was; no he wasn't in the mirror, he was standing behind you. “turn around.” you turned around, facing him. “you were looking for me,” he smiled. “in-in the mirror.” you stuttered. “Oh, would you like me to go back?” he asked. “no.” you said, you thanked god for sending you three beautiful men, whatever you did in your past life , you hope to do it again. he smirked, his hand coming up to your cheek, his warm touch. “not god baby.”
His aura was different; he didn't seem like sunghoon or jake, you could tell they were human, because they still possessed certain human traits; jealousy being one of course. “i can hear what you're thinking,” he said. “human turned demons are pretty jealous, but demons who were born as demons are worse.” he said , his hand holding your jaw. “i get jealous all the time , watching them interact with you.” he said. “watching them fuck you, I love my brothers and I know you're ours to share.” his hands tighten just a bit. “But I can't help it , it's in my nature.”
he heard your heartbeat quickening, your face heating up in his hand, the smell of your scent about to set him off; not yet though. “Why did you only show yourself to me in the mirror?” you asked once he let your face go , his hands resting on your waist. “because I needed confirmation,” he said. “What is that?” you asked. “if you really were ours.” he said , his nose was so close to yours. “and?” he nodded. “I'm here aren't I?”
“jay?” jake was the one who broke the obvious sexual tension. “oh shit she really wasn't losing her mind, I thought she was.” sunghoon sat on the bed. “200 hundred years , and she's the one to pull you from the depth of your hellish like room.” Jay's eyes were trained on you. “He's serious I see.” Sunghoon said. “Should we give you some privacy, can't say Jake won't be listening though , we all know he's a perv.” Jake was about to defend himself once again when Jay turned to both of them. “no , I'll come back,” he said, turning back to you. “I'll see you soon princess.” and just like that he was gone. “You must really be something special.” Jake said, you smiled, your face still hot.
‘even though he said he didn't need it , he surely slept like he needed it’ you groan, hearing jake snoring next to you; something he did now so he never had to leave— but he slept like he'd taken 40 melatonin's; and the ache in between your legs prevented you for going to sleep. you tried calling for sunghoon; he ignored you the first three times , before telling you to go to bed in your head, which annoyed you.
After much deliberation with yourself, you decided that you weren't gonna get any sleep unless you got off; so here you were , Jake next to you as your hands traveled in between your shorts, rubbing yourself through your drenched panties. you bit your lip, whimpering as you drew lazy figure eights on your sensitive clit. “now I know that's not doing much, is it?” you heard a voice; not jake's, he was still sound asleep. “In the mirror baby.”
It was jay; he was looking at you through the mirror again— he was looking at you pleasuring yourself, you were about to pull your hand out, embarrassed he heard and saw you. “did I say stop?” you could hear his voice in your head. “keep going , I want to watch you play with your little clit.” his words made you moan. “take the blanket off; your little shorts too, I wanna see your pretty pussy.”
moving the blanket off of you , sliding your shorts down your legs. “good girl, open your legs.” spreading your legs, the air hitting your heat. “so wet, you're dripping all over the sheets baby , keep touching your clit , get your pussy even wetter.” you could hear him groan. “fuck i should've fucked you earlier, told them to leave just so I could have you all to myself.” he moaned; was he touching himself? “fuck yes I'm touching myself, you think I'd just help you out baby.” you moaned. “J-jay.”
“moaning my name and I'm not even physical there , nasty girl.” he said. “use those fingers, two of them.” he said, two of your digits pressing against your hole. “good , now stuff your pussy with your fingers.” it wasn't a much of a stretch, but it still made you moan out in pleasure. “fuck your pussy is so tight , can't wait to stretch you open with my cock.” he said. “my cock is getting harder just thinking about it.”
you tried to imagine what his dick looked like , how it would feel. “soon princess, soon I'll stuff you full of my cock.” he groaned again. “fu-fuck jay I'm gonna cum.” You moaned , you could hear him moaning. “fu-fuck me too.” he said. “cum all over those finger.” you covered your mouth , almost letting out a scream as you came. “fuck you're so sexy, next time it's not gonna be in your pretty head -fuck- I'm gonna make you cum with my cock.” he grunted. “fuck I'm cumming!”
your eyelids grew heavier, sleep ready to consume you. “Good girl, get some rest.” you heard him say. “good night jay.” you said out loud. “goodnight princess.” you heard him say in your head, just before letting the sleep consume you.
“right next to me.” Jake said the next morning; sunghoon ready to be sent back to hell just to get away from the boys complaining. “you got off right next to me, while I slept, I don't even need sleep , I sleep because of you.” he said. “and this is how you repay me , you masturbate with jay right next to my body.” he said. “Jake , it just kinda happened , plus you sleep like you were drugged.” sunghoon spoke up. “and this is nothing, you'd be surprised what we've done while you were sleeping.” you let them argue over that for a while— the question looming over your head seeming more and more clear , but you still weren't sure yet.
“jesus girl I thought you were dead.” yeji said. “Did you find some new summer dick up there and forget that you have friends back here.” you laughed. “not exactly.” you said. “god , I only talked to you like 3 times and it's been 2 months , leave me hanging like that again and I'm calling for a wellness check.” she scolded. “I'm serious.” you let your friend go on and on about all the updates you missed. “fucking tina is already complaining about work , like girl it's a paid internship and your spot of confirmed at the company.” you laughed. “yeah , thats cause she's fucking the CEO.”
“Which is crazy, but can't blame her.” you agreed. “But now to the serious topic.” she said. “Who is giving it to you , cause girl I can practically hear the glow dripping off of you.” you rolled your eyes, if only you could her , you would but she'd never believe; she might even push that wellness check to now. “do I need someone to fuck me in order to be happy?” you try to defend. “Girl, given that you sound like you hate life 24/7, yes, so tell.” she said. “no one.” you said. “Well whatever vibrator you have , I need it.”
She eventually talked herself until she was tired , letting you go. “one more month and we'll be together soon.” you said. “Of course and then we'll start our life together and have beautiful babies and get married.” you laughed. “yeah , many many babies.” you said. “don't go crazy up there girl , I'll talk to you soon.” she said before hanging up.
getting ready for the night; the boys doing whatever the two demons did when they weren't bothering you; you took a long hot shower, washed your hair; did a face mask , just enjoying the quiet before getting out, wrapping a towel around your body , making your way out of the bathroom. “i’ve been waiting a long time, princess.” you jumped a little holding the front of your towel. “That towel isn't covering anything I haven't seen already.” he smirked. “twice.”
standing up walking towards, you look to the side , at the mirror. “you look just as good in person as you do in the mirror princess.” he said, coming closer to you, raising his hand up to the towel. “although I would like to see you in the mirror all fucked out.”
he grabbed the towel , tugging at it , letting it fall to the ground; leaving you naked in front of him. “so pretty.” the demon , pushed you down on the bed. “J-jay.” You moaned out, he smiled down at you. “be a good girl.” He took your hand , guiding you down to his pants, you unbuckled his pants, freeing his cock. “fuck, put it in your mouth.” the demon groaned , looking in the mirror as you bobbed your head up and down , gagging occasionally on his thick cock. “fuck your mouth feels so good , grabbing your wet hair , pushing you further down on him. “fuck , I'm gonna cum.” he pushed your head down. “fuck take it , take my cum.” his head lolled back as he pump a load of his cum down your throat. “shit.”
Barely giving you a moment to take a break, before ridding himself of his clothes. “ass up princess.” he stroked himself. “fu-fuck look in the mirror baby , just like the first day I saw you.” he grabbed the back of your head , turning it to the mirror. “all pretty and ready for me to fuck.” You felt his cock head pressing against your hole. “I want you to watch as I fuck you.” you moaned as he pushed himself inside of you. “oh fuck , you're so tight.” he groaned , fully bottoming out. “ja-jay.” you tried to close your eyes. “no, no.” He stopped moving. “open your eyes.”
you forced your eyes open, the sight in the mirror so lewd , you couldn't help but moan. “see how fucking pretty you look, the prettiest I've seen in -fuck- hundreds of years.” the grip on your hips tighter as he began to plow into you. “ja-jay fuck I'm gonna cum.” you screamed. “shit , cum.” he pressed your head further into the mattress. “cum all over my cock.” he howled.
your body giving up , going limp as you came, he held you up , using your body to get himself off. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” his thrusts were relentless. “fuck I'm cumming.” He grunted. “shit!” he pumped his load into your cunt. “you feel so good.” he slowly pulled out of you. “so good baby.”
letting you shower again; dragging a jealous Jake from his room to help him look for your pajamas to set out for you; sending him back on his way, this was his time with you. “go, now.” he glared at the boy. “She's gonna ask, she asked all of us.” he said before disappearing, again. “Was that Jake , what did he want?” you asked , smiling at the display of clothes. “Thank you.”
“So why'd you stop coming out for 200 years?” you asked, he sat at the foot of the bed. “my dad banished me here years ago , when the first owner owned the house,” he said. “your dad?” you asked. “your dad was lucifer?” your eyes widened. “I've gotten that look at least 300 times.” he said. “the first guy found the necklace and that's how it all started , he summoned me and I was a prisoner ever since.” he said. “why did he send you here?” you asked.
“because that's what happens to abominations.” he said, you were even more confused. “my mother was a human, he seduced her , she fell in love with him and brought her to hell because well she was a naive human.” he said. “but he quickly fell out of love with her, because he's a heartless bastard— but he didn't kill her because she was pregnant with me , and regardless of me being half human , i was still part demon, and he thought if he raised me that would get rid of the good.”
you are now sitting up, listening to him talk. “hundreds of years later he realized there was no changing me, no matter how many murders he made me watch, the screams of the tortured souls in hell, none of it made me happy, like it made him.” He said. “He didn't want to kill his only son , so he banished me here,” he said. “and your mom?” his jaw clenched. “She's roaming around hell, she can't escape and I can't find her,” he said. “and even if i bring her here she'll age in human years within a second.” All these boys had terrible back stories, you felt extreme empathy for every single one of them.
“so why did you come out for me?” you asked, he smiled. “because I can feel it.” he said. “out of all the people who've had the necklace, you're the one who bonded with each one of us , you've even managed to bond with sunghoon and trust me he wasn't just like that because of your grandmother.” he said. “I believe you were meant to have the necklace— the last person to have the necklace.” he said. “You can break the curse.”
“break the curse?” you asked. “what does that mean?”
“This curse could end with you,” he said. “multiple years ago, when Jake first arrived, my dad came to me , if we could find someone willing to take the necklace and keep the necklace until they die then he'd set us free, jake and sunghoon could crossover and he'd allow my mom to cross over.” he said. “and you?” he smiled. “there's no crossing over for me, that's not apart of the deal.” he said. “What happens to you?” he lowered his, but you lifted it back up. “I will go back to hell and become the heir,” he said. “But it's what I'm willing to do for my family,” he said. “if they'll be happy in the end , I can live with it.”
“and no one has ever said yes?” he shook his head. “who wants to live with three demons attached to their hip? people get married , have families, even if they bond with one of us , they have to bond with all of us.” he said. “So normally they just put the necklace back, and forget us,” he said. “and you've managed to bond with us all, that's I came out , because I know you can break it.” he said , standing up. “i know it's a lot , you have a lot to think about.” he said. “But please promise to think about it.” he said, you nodded. “Of course, of course I will.” he smiled. “Thank you baby.”
“Now get some rest.”
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GET DOWN 「 p. jongseong 」
GENRE 》 smut, action
PAIRING 》 detective!park jongseong x criminal!afab!reader
WARNINGS 》 masturbation, mean dom!jay, slapping, overstimulation, edging, squirting, humiliation, unprotected sex, cum inside, rough sex, a bit of dacryphilia, use of handcuffs, being tied up, oral ( f & m receiving, ) face fucking, name calling ( slut, whore, skank, cock sleeve, fucktoy, ) mention of safeword, messy sex, lack of aftercare
SUMMARY 》 yn is a world-class criminal, known for her cat like moves and ability to stay in the shadows. many have tried to catch her and many have failed. that was until the 02 private detectives were enlisted to help catch the dangerous thief. . . or at least, attempt to not fall into her seduction.
WORD COUNT 》 3.5K
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3 days later.
“YLN YN, police, open up!” Loud thumps echoed through the apartment, many uniformed officers standing outside the door, 3 detectives standing back, Lee Heeseung nowhere to be found. After his escapades with the wanted criminal, he was told to sit back. He listened without a fight, understanding he had let his judgments become clouded and the girl got away without so much as a scratch on her.
“We’re coming in!” The door was kicked open and they flooded in, being welcomed by an apartment, no sign of any life. There wasn’t much to check, the studio allowing for a quick clear. The police were confused, how is it that she managed to leave her apartment so quickly and quietly?
The three detectives walked around, scanning for even the slightest thing out of place. Jongseong, a stoic man with a precise attention to detail, opened the oven. He hummed, reaching in and pulling out a sticky note that hung from the top rack, his handkerchief wrapped around his hand to keep fingerprints off of it.
“What’d you find, Jay?” Jaeyun asked, joining his friend and gaining the attention of the others. Jongseong, or Jay, held up the sticky note; “Catch me if you can, can’t wait to meet the other detectives. . . winky face.” He read out, scoffing at the girl’s confidence. “Is this even worth keeping as evidence, we’ve got her prints from the mayor’s house. . . and DNA from Heeseung.”
Jay looked to Sunghoon, who shook his head, “It’s a taunt, she wants us to hunt her down. She’s having fun.” Sunghoon spook up, taking the note and looking it over himself, nothing else on the sticky paper. “Toss it, search the rest of the apartment. This is a crime scene now, tape it off.”
The officers got to work quickly, tearing into the left-behind furniture to find anything. Jay pulled open one of her side table drawers, sucking in air when he saw a handful of toys and another note. He decided against grabbing this one, reading it from where he stood. ‘Imagine the things you could do to me with these’
Jay resisted the urge to groan out, shifting his weight as he felt blood rush to his stupid cock. He shook his head, no, he couldn’t cave the way Heeseung did. YN needed to be brought in, not fucked, but damn all he could think of was the way Heeseung retold the story. Heeseung did seem guilty about it, but it was enough the Jay had to fuck his hand later that night.
He looked around to make sure the others were busy before grabbing the note and stuffing it into his blazer pocket, “This drawer’s empty.” He said, closing it and moving away from the bedside table. He tried to keep his mind on the task at hand, ignoring how everytime he blinked he imagined YN squirming as he held one of those toys to her leaking cunt.
Loud giggles and shuffling filled the large bedroom, YN rolling around on the California king bed, bills under her body. “Rebel, get ready to feast tonight, I’m getting you the fancy food.” There was meow in response to the girl.
Home had become a new apartment, high in the sky with a view of the police department from her living room. YN had some friends who pulled a few strings and right under the noses of the town’s “esteemed forces” YN moved in across from them without alerting anyone. It was heaven to her. A full kitchen, two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a living room, and even laundry in her apartment. She had upgraded and was eating it up.
She hopped up off the bed, scooping up the money in her arms to stuff it back in the bag so she could count it later. Her contacts had happily sold off some of the mayor’s items and even after getting the apartment YN was left with enough to be comfortable for a while. She still wasn’t satisfied though. She craved something more and it wasn’t just the feeling of Heeseung buried deep in her.
“Shall we visit one of these detectives?” YN sat down at her new desk, pulling her laptop closer to her to do a little digging. Her apartment filled with clicks and taps as she reached out to a few friends, asking around about the detectives and where they were staying while in town.
She was given photos of the other three, fanning herself when she saw them. “Woo, I thought Heeseung was the pretty one, but damn, Rebel, I’d take all 4 of them in a heartbeat.” She clicked around some more, biting at her lip, fidgeting in her seat until she was fed up enough and leaned in her seat.
She pulled her legs up, opening them wide enough to slide her hand into her panties, finding herself already soaked through just from the thought. “Oh, fuck me.” She muttered out, rubbing slow, antagonizing figure eights on her clit.
Her head tilted back, eyes closing as she dipped one finger into her aching hole, moaning out. The stretch wasn’t the same, but it did well enough. She slid in another finger, slowly fucking her fingers in and out until she couldn’t take it.
Her hand sped up, making sure the heel of her palm hit against her clit every time her fingers thrusted in. “Fuck, I need more.” Her other hand crept up her shirt, pulling at one of her nipples, rolling the bud between her finger tips.
YN’s hips moved involuntarily as she begun to chase after her orgasm, fingers curling to press against that special spot. She was moaning loudly, eyes screwed shut. She could hear how wet she was, the noise filling her ears as she pushed in a third finger to finally get the knot to untie.
“Mmmm, fuck, fuck, shit, yes,” She was being loud, paper-thin walls no longer being a worry with this new apartment. Her orgasm came quickly, her legs shaking and hips stuttering, fingers growing sloppy as she kept going through her orgasm, walls squeezing around the digits. Her hand slowed and her eyes opened, catching her breath as the post-orgasm set in.
She pulled her hand out of her panties, fingers glistening. Sitting up straight, YN took notice of the hotel’s address now in view. She grinned, “Park Jongseong, will you satisfy me?”
The hotel room was quiet, only soft murmurs from the TV and the sound of the shower shutting off. Park Jay stepped out into the steam filled bathroom and pulled a towel around his waist. He was about to grab the blow dryer when a knock on his door stopped him from doing so.
He groaned, assuming it was one of the other men he was with. “I don’t have an extra key, Jake!” He called out, pulling open the door. He was shocked to find a girl standing there, tits spilling out of the V-cut shirt, skirt so short he was sure if she bent over her ass would be hanging out, a baseball cap on her head, hiding her face from this angle. He cleared his throat, tightening the grip on his towel, “Can I help you?”
YN grinned, keeping her eyes on his lower half, head tilted down. She wasn’t the greatest at thinking with her head, she had come here without any plan, she was fully thinking with her pussy. “I, uh, I heard there was a detective staying in this room. . . needed some help.” Her voice sounded shaken, a whine in her voice as she continued to avoid eye contact.
Jay stuck his head out the door, looking down the hall to see if this was some kind of prank. “What kind of help?” YN finally looked up, smirking at the man, “The kind only you can help with Detective Park.” His face fell, eyes hardening as the girl stared up at him. “I could arrest you here and now.”
YN giggled at his words, biting at her lip, “Oh, were you not the one who took my toys home? I went back for them, but they were gone.” She feigned a concerned look, blinking up at him. It’s like his breath got stuck in his throat, Jay’s mouth going dry. The look in YN’s eyes said he was caught. “Please Detective, there’s an ache between my legs that just won’t go away.”
Jay practically growled as he grabbed her, dragging her into the room and throwing her onto the bed. YN only giggling at all of this. The smug look on her face didn’t last long. Jay dug through his bag before turning around, holding up a pair of handcuffs. YN’s eyes widened and she scrambled backwards on the bed, her back hitting the headboard as Jay stepped forward.
In that moment, YN felt like prey, his eyes holding this menacing glare. Jay roughly grabbed her arms, locking her wrists together. “YN YLN, you’re under arrest.” YN blinked a couple times, tugging at the handcuffs to find out they were very real. “Seriously?” She asked back, shocked it hadn’t worked the way it did with the previous Detective. “But, my toys?”
Jay turned away from her, grabbing a familiar bag, YN recognized it as one she had in her old apartment, before he dumped it out next to her. Her toys spilled out on the bed. “These filthy things? What kind of insatiable slut has 7 different toys?” YN gasped lightly, staring at the toys with those wide eyes. Jay could feel his cock twitch, resisting the urge to smirk. “I guess the kind that fucks her way out of trouble.” He leaned down so his face was in front of hers, his hand grabbed her jaw so her eyes met his, “Tell me, how many men have buried themselves in your cocksleeve of a cunt?”
YN couldn’t speak, she was embarrassed, shocked, horrified at the way it had played out, but she hated to admit that she was dripping. She had decided to skip panties all together before leaving her home, she could feel the warmth begin to pool between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, whimpering slightly. “I asked you a question.” Jay spoke in a demanding voice, hand coming down to hit her thigh.
YN squealed out, jumping at the impact. “I - Two!” She answered quickly, tears pricking in her eyes from the sting of the slap. Jay’s eyebrows raised, his hand soothing over her thigh, “Only two?” YN nodded, once again pressing her thighs together. Jay hummed, pressing his thumb against her lips, pulling her mouth open. YN allowed it, her tongue coming out to swipe across his fingertip, feeling the callused pad. Jay pushed his thumb into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue as her lips closed around his finger, tongue curling up to suck.
YN kept her eyes on his, watching as his pupils dilated, his own mouth opening a bit. “Lay down.” He demanded, pulling his hands from her body. YN did as she was told, scooting down to lay comfortably on the bed. Jay was quick to pull her skirt down, eyeing her bare cunt. “Only two men, but yet you’ve presented yourself like a modern whore.” His hand came down once again, slapping against her pussy this time. She jolted, legs squeezing shut around his arm, dripping onto his fingers and bed as he pressed against her hole.
YN bit her lip, hips moving to try to get Jay’s finger to slip in, she was met with resistance and a sharp look from the man. YN whimpered, eyes begging for something more. “Please.” She let out, whining when Jay pulled his hand away from her.
The man moved from the bed, digging into his bag once again before he returned to her, standing at the end. “Give me your legs.” YN listened, slowly straightening out her legs towards him. He grabbed her ankle, roughly pulling her towards him. For the first time, Jay’s hands were gentle as he looped a rope around her ankles and the end of the bed, tying her in place. “Oh fuck,” YN let out, pulling against the restraints to find she couldn’t close her legs. Jay smirked at this, running hand hands up her legs as he laid down in between them. “Been thinking about how delicious you must taste for the last three days. Gotta be delicious to make Heeseung lose focus.” Another whimper fell out of YN’s lips as Jay kissed around her mound and thighs, missing the most important part. She tried to wiggle her hips, arching her back just enough. “Please, Detective, I’ll be good.” She begged. Jay chuckled, looking up at her before licking a stripe up her slit, collecting all the juice leaking out.
YN moaned out, throwing her head back. Jay giving her no time to react to it before he dove it fully, eating like a starving man. His hands wrapped around her thighs, holding her hips still as he sucked and nipped at her clit. His tongue moved quickly, not allowing for any juices to escape.
YN’s handcuffed hands moved to his head, fingers threading through his hair as best as they could, hips still trying to move, attempting to ride his face. Jay growled, pulling away from her cunt to grab the handcuffs, pulling her hands away from his head. “Don’t touch me.” He commanded, forcing her hands to her stomach before diving back in.
Jay continued his assault, tongue dipping into her fluttering hole, licking at her walls, groaning at the taste. He understood why Heeseung gave in so quickly, but Jay had different thoughts. Jay was going to use her and then put her behind bars.
YN panted out, fighting against his grip on her hip and hands to try to grab at him. Jay moved his hand from her hip to slap her clit, earning a squeal, “Stay still or I’ll leave you like this for the cops to see.” YN whined, but attempted to cease her movements.
Jay released his grip on her hands, sliding two fingers into YN’s dripping hole as his tongue worked circles and figure eights on her clit. He thrusted his fingers in and out, curling them to caress that spongy spot that had YN whining and moaning. Her breath sped up as Jay’s fingers did, walls clenching tightly. “Fuck, I’m close.” She whined out, eyes squeezing shut, growing closer and closer. Until the feeling was gone.
Her eyes shot open, sitting up as best as she could to stare at Jay, who was licking his fingers clean. “What the fuck?” Jay raised an eyebrow, looking over to her. “What, did you think I’d let you cum? That I'd happily feed into your needs? You’re here for my pleasure.” Jay’s words were harsh, YN’s face showing shock.
Jay pulled his towel off his waist, his cock angry and red, dripping with precum. His hand wrapped around the base, pumping his hand up and down his girthy length. YN watched as he climbed off the bed, moving from between her legs to right next to her head. His moved back onto the bed, situating himself to be straddling her chest, still jerking off.
“Let’s see if your mouth can do anything but talk.” Jay scooted forward, bedding over her head. YN opened her lips, tongue out, letting him slot his cock into the warmth of her mouth. Jay hissed as he slid in, tip hitting the back of her throat easily. With YN’s jaw slack, Jay began fucking into her throat, hips moving quickly.
Tears pricked into YN’s eyes, gagging slightly as Jay’s thrusts grew rough. One of his hands was on top of her head, keeping her from being pushed forward with each thrust in. “That’s it, be a good slut, let me use your mouth.” He moaned out, watching as his cock disappeared into her mouth.
YN moaned and choked around him, tears slipping out and down her face, mixing with the spit spilling out of her mouth. Jay groaned watching this, speeding up his hips. “You’re gonna be a good fuck toy and swallow my cum.” He demanded, hips stuttering as he grew closer. A couple more thrusts and his grip on her head grew tighter, pressing his pubic bone into her nose as he spilled his seed down her throat. Jay pulled out, saliva trailing after his cock as YN closed her mouth, swallowing every last drop, opening her mouth to show him.
Jay nodded in approval, gathering the spit and cum mixture from her chin, shoving his fingers back in her mouth. YN eagerly sucked his fingers clean, moaning at the taste. “I’m gonna fuck you to my own desire, but I’m not an asshole, if it becomes to much, red is your safety word.” YN nodded.
With her consent, Jay slid down her body, situating himself in between her legs once again. YN’s cunt was dripping again, leaving a mess under her ass, left with an ache from her orgasm being stripped away. Jay pumped his cock, his other hand moving to scoop up the leaking juices and stuffing his fingers in her cunt, a squelching noise echoing as his fingers moved quickly. YN moaned out, her orgasm building back up quickly, once again growing close before Jay removed his fingers, using her wetness to cover his cock.
He led his dick into her, pushing his hips forward to fully sheath his length. Jay groaned out, feeling her walls flutter and clench, sucking him in as deep as she could. “Fuck,” she whined out, eyes closing. There was no warning before Jay began moving, snapping his hips in and out, hands grabbing her hips with a bruising grip.
Jay was rougher than Heeseung, like he was using YN’s pussy to get out his anger and frustrations. He didn’t seem to care if YN was getting off on it, focused more on chasing his own pleasure. Fortunately, YN was enjoying in a lot, moaning out, arching against his thrusts.
Jay slowed his thrusts, pushing his hips in a deeper angle, his cock aiming at her cervix, pressing against it. “So fucking wet, I don’t know how my cock is staying in. Never felt such a hungry pussy, you really are a skank.” Jay muttered out through gritted teeth, his grip becoming tighter.
YN cried out, pussy spasming as her orgasm grew again. “Please, I’m gonna cum, can I cum, please, please, please.” She begged, attempting to tug at her restraints once again. Jay chuckled, one of his hands going to toy with her clit at a harsh rate. Her bundle of nerves was sensitive, sending sparks through her body, “Come on, slut, cum on my cock.”
She moaned out, back arching as well as it could, the pressure in her stomach releasing as she came, coating Jay’s cock, thighs, and abdomen, a puddle forming under her ass. “God, I love a girl who can squirt.” Jay groaned out, pushing back into her cunt to chase his high again, fucking her through her orgasm. YN shook, barely able to catch her breath as Jay sped up his movements, harshly filling her up.
Jay moaned, hips stiffening as he rooted all the way in, cum filling YN’s cunt pulling another orgasm from the girl. She whined out, crying at the overstimulation, shaking once again under Jay. The man leaned forward, hands on either side of YN as he caught his breath, cock still twitching in YN. “If you can walk, I’ll let you go.”
Jay pulled out with a hiss, grabbing his towel to wipe his body and YN’s off, moving to untie her and retrieve the handcuff key. He unlocked her wrists, YN soothing at where the metal rubbed, sitting up slowly.
The man had moved to the little kitchenette, grabbing two glasses and filling them both with water, he finished his own before bringing one to YN. She took it, gulping down the liquid quickly. She could feel that her legs were shaky, but she still moved to get off the bed, standing slowly.
There was an ache in her hips from her legs being held open so long, but she still grabbed her skirt, pulling the material on. No words were spoken as YN got dressed, looking at her toys. “You want them back?” She nodded at the question, watching as Jay shoved them back into the bag he had taken from her place and shoved it into her chest. “Thank you.” Her throat was hoarse, mascara and hair a mess.
She wasn’t as quick to leave the hotel room as she had been with Heeseung, taking her time. “Next time I see you, I won’t be letting you go.” YN nodded, pulling her discarded hat on before leaving the hotel room, smirking at herself once the door was shut behind her. “We’ll see.” She responded before she made her way down and out.
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THAT IS SO FREAKING CUTE HELPP-
What if Oscar and Sammy actually were a fox and a rabbit as their nicknames suggest :)
Golden heart (a SATBK AU fic)
ive been rewatching playthroughs of SATBK and it made me kind of inspired to make a wholesome, but also kind of bittersweet au. Sonic is written so well in the game, but I wonder what would happen if sonic lived in that world and meeting merlina was a coincidence. What would happen in the aftermath of the story? And what if a different blue hero somehow made his way in?
Idk if ill continue this fic, but it was fun to do. Enjoy
Chapter 1(?)- blue blood of a hero
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chapter 01. blue color grading
a/n. hi guys (imagine me saying this with a super cheesy grin). it's officially out!! first rewritten chapter of the art of film. i absolutely love this chapter. my proofreaders love this chapter. i hope all of you love this chapter. ugh i'm so excited. reblogs & comments are super super appreciated!
individual chapter content/warnings. 2nd person pov, swearing, lowercase intended, reference to food allergies, annoyingly descriptive, 1 mention of vomit, 1 vague mention of a creepy guy going thru y/n’s dresser, very teehee.
you leaned back against the soft plush of your pillow, eyes fluttering shut. twilight played softly in the background, your christmas lights hanging from your window casting a small glare against the screen. one of your cats climbed over to you and laid on your abdomen, curling into a ball while the other made itself comfortable at your feet. it was warm. the fluffy blanket and space heater kept the chilly september air at bay.
you dreaded the idea of atsumu’s friend coming to stay for a while. the last time that had happened you’d found some hungover guy vomiting into your sock drawer while going through your dresser. you’d made him vow never to have his friends you didn’t know overnight after that incident.
a soft knock on your door broke your moment of respite, the sound of knuckles rapping on wood. you sighed and sat up, a bored expression on your face.
“come in.”
the brass doorknob turned before the door creaked open to reveal a familiar blond standing there in the hallway, an apologetic expression on his face. he stood wearing a t-shirt and a pair of joggers, a dark figure in the shadowy hallway behind him.
“your donuts are on the counter,” he said, quietly.
you just nodded and stared back at him. the dark figure behind him shifted uncomfortably. a white light lit up his face as he looked down, mindlessly scrolling through his phone in an attempt to make the situation less awkward. in the poor lighting, you could make out a tall build– taller than atsumu.. 6’2? 6’3 maybe? his skin was pale and a bit blotchy from the cold.
atsumu spoke, words coming out in a rushed tangent. “sunarin’ll behave i swear. i’ve known the guy since middle school, he won’t make a peep. promise.”
this ‘sunarin’ looked up from his phone at the familiar nickname and took a short step forward. flashes of color danced along his cheekbones, illuminated by your christmas lights. he waved and introduced himself with a curt nod, apologizing for the intrusion in the process.
suna rintaro found the contrast of your cold demeanor to the warmth and coziness of your room fascinating. you shot atsumu a bitter glare, eyebrows furrowing. suna watched you quietly as you spoke to atsumu, asking questions about how long he’d be staying and why he couldn’t go home. while atsumu rambled on about komori’s lame antics, suna’s eyes wandered around your room.
posters of your favorite musicians and actors covered the walls, intermingling with polaroids of you and your friends. a tall bookshelf sat in the corner of the room, filled to the brim with an assortment of books. little figurines decorated the shelves. plants hung from the ceiling, probably vibrantly, but it was hard to tell from the dim lighting.
you had a mildly disheveled appearance. your hair was a bit of a mess, frizzing around the crown of your head. your eyelids drooped with a mixture of exhaustion and irritability. the cats around you purred softly, nuzzling in closer to you. his eyes flashed to the television and he grimaced. he’d recognize that blue color grading anywhere. his sister had shown him clips of the movie as a very poor attempt to change his mind about watching his. it didn’t work. he’d refuse each and every time, believing each clip he was shown was somehow worse than the last.
“‘kay, we’re gonna go to bed. night y/n, sleep well,” atsumu said, turning around to face suna, socked feet sliding against the hardwoods.
you smiled softly, choosing forgiveness. he seemed genuinely apologetic. “night, make sure to lock my door when you leave.”
atsumu clicked the lock shut without giving her a second glance and closed the door. he lazily pointed towards his bedroom and grabbed some throw blankets from the linen closet. suna quietly opened the bedroom door and glanced around.
atsumu’s room was uniquely barren compared to yours. it lacked a certain sense of mellowness. his furniture was pale in color, bedroom decorated with various accounts of volleyball memorabilia and pictures of him and his high school team. suna saw photos of himself on the walls and grimaced.
his trance was broken by a spare pillow hitting him square in the back of the head. he turned around and glared at atsumu, who was stood in the doorway with a shiteating grin on his face. he pushed past suna and dropped the remaining comfort items on the floor before collapsing in his own bed with a sigh.
suna gave him a halfhearted glare and arranged a makeshift bed on the floor. oh, coach was going to kill him when he finds out he slept on a carpeted floor all weekend long. he laid down, hearing atsumu shuffle around under his comforter.
atsumu rolled over in bed, facing suna, whose back was turned. “do you have any food allergies?”
“what?” rintaro said, turning around. “what the hell- no? why?”
atsumu shrugged, “y/n’s makin’ breakfast tomorrow, she told me to ask you.”
“oh. no, i don’t.”
atsumu nodded, responding with only a quick “‘kay” before going back to typing away on his phone.
suna just laid on his back, shifting uncomfortably as the breaks between blankets revealed carpet that scratched at his lower back uncomfortably. he pulled his shirt down and sighed through his nose before going on his phone to mindlessly scroll through twitter once again.
his eyes grew heavy exhaustion from his long day finally seeping into his system. he drifted off to sleep, lips forming a soft pout. his dreams were a whirlwind of blues and greens, colors seeping into the stories playing behind closed eyes.
notes.
GUYSSSSSSS IT'S HERE
i had so much fun writing this
wrote the whole thing this morning
anyways.
suna rintaro is a canon twilight hater but he's literally NEVER seen it. he just knows his sister likes it and thinks its dumb
🏷 Kidult ▪︎ Choi Seungcheol Fic ▪︎
↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)
↷ genre: heavy angst, fluff towards the end, mentions of childhood trauma, sort of arranged marriage? cheol and reader have a daughter together, lots of dad seungcheol content!!!
↷ summary: can trying to relive the childhood you never got to experience, through your daughter be the reason of your husband's irk?
↷ part: 1/3
↷ w.c: 2.5k
↷ author's note: part 1 is here finally!! will try to post part 2 by the end of this week, and part 3 will be a bonus smut which will be published on cheol's birthday♡
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Motherhood was truly a blissful chapter of every woman's life. Seeing your child growing up in your arms, her little legs stomping through the grass to join her playmates, often tumbling down on her way, her father going completely nuts over the itty bitty scratches on his princess,made you feel a joy not even billion dollars could buy.
But that's definitely not something you believed in before getting married to seungcheol or even when you announced to all of your family, that you were about to birth a small little version of your husband and their son.
While his child swelled in your belly, his ignorance and indifference towards you, swelled in your heart. Although it would be downright selfish to say that seungcheol didn't take care of you during your pregnancy, but you surely weren't that naive to not understand it was all for the wellbeing of his daughter.
Well some people unlike others are just destined to go through life like a soldier, bound to only their duty without the luxury of enjoying worldly pleasures - that's what you've been telling yourself since your childhood, all throughout your marriage but now...now it's different.
As selfish as it may sound, your daughter Hana's childhood now gave you a newfound hope of reliving those years of your life that you never got to cherish....being as carefree and jolly like a two year old, sleeping every night with a teddy tucked under your arms without any thoughts about how to deal with this cruel world.
You were so consumed in your thoughts that you failed to notice the cinnamon pie set in the oven being slightly overcooked along its edges.
"Shit shit shit you cannot mess this up y/n!!! Cheol and Hana are crazy over your cinnamon pie and the last thing you wanna do is disappoint your daughter and his father" you mentally cuss at yourself while taking out the pie pot from the oven as quick as possible....mildly burning your fingers in the attempt.
A thud of the main door shitts your concentration from your burned fingers to your hall, which is now being adorned by Hana's giggles upon seeing her father.
"Dada is home princess! What has my girl been doing all day without her daddy huh" seungcheol literally throws his coat on the couch before hopping towards his beloved daughter, taking her up in his arms in one quick lift and peppering the little ball's mochi cheeks with kisses.
"I played a lot with momma today daddy, and you know you know we even threw a birthday party for Bella hehe" Hana started blabbering out her entire day's routine to her father, sitting on his lap, her head resting on his chest,as seungcheol kept on playing with his daughter's silken locks.
"That's why my cupcake is all dolled up right now huh, I see" seungcheol's arms wrap around Hana's waist tightly while patting her hair. "Do I look like a princess dwaddy?"
"When does my Hana doesn't look like a princess, baby! You're royalty, my little highness" you were watching such a dreamy cinematic sequence of a perfect loving family being played out infront of you, from behind the kitchen counter....the catch being you were just a part of this trio only for a show to others.
"Daddy daddy can we go to the park tomorrow pwease" your daughter surely knew that her puppy eyes was cheol's biggest weakness and that's what she used everytime to make her father tend to all the tantrums.
"Anything for my babygirl. But first you've to stop looking at me with those eyes or dadda's heart will burst from cuteness babie" hana's adorable beads were now paired with her dad's dimples making your heart swell at the view. Two of your cutest dumplings.
"Come on now enough talking you two! Who wants to have the first bite of the pie?" you break off your glare from the duo and bring out the piping hot plate of freshly baked crust from the kitchen and set it on the table before them.
"Me me me" "No me" "No daddy me. Won't you let your princess have the first bite" one pout from Hana and seungcheol melts into a puddle, stuffing her small cheeks with the first bite of the pie by himself. "Next time dadda will win for sure!!!" a small hmph leaves your 27 year old husband's lips.
"So when are we going out tomorrow?" you press your lips into a smile like an excited puppy, putting a halt to the father daughter's playtime...your eyes glistening up at the thought of the beautiful day ahead.
"We'll leave after breakfast" seungcheol's stern voice echoes around the hall, awaring you of the void of emotions he has dug out only for you, his wife and the mother of his child.
"Oh okay! Come on Hana it's bedtime bub." you swing her up into your arms, marking your steps towards her bedroom. "No mowmmy I wanna play more with daddy please"
"No baby. We gotta wake up early tomorrow for the park right? There you can play with dad all throughout the day. Okay love?" you plant a goodnight kiss to your daughter's temples before tucking her into her soft Cinderella sheets.
"My cute round munchkin" one last loving glance at Hana and you put off the lights of her room to let her drift into the happiest dream ever, without any tension of the cruelties of the outside world.
Changing into a soft satin robe and tying your hair up into a bun, you finally settle yourself under the duvet of your shared bedroom with seungcheol, your back facing him, wishing ever passing moment, that at least once he wraps you around his arms. But you know better, that he never will.
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"YAH CHOI HANA WALK SLOW!" screaming at
that poodle of sunshine waddling away in utter haste, you try to match her pace, literally all breathless and panting.
After a fruitless attempt to follow your spawn of Satan going absolutely haywire about being in a park with her daddy, you curve up your back, sweating like a pig looking for some air ; a pair of cold petite hands lands on the crook of your neck.
"Who the fuc - oh my god Mr notepad ass what are you doing here!!" your face instantly harbors the biggest smile upon seeing your childhood bestfriend after literally months.
"Come on girl, you meet the heartthrob of the town, and this is how you greet him? Girls swoon over m - ah ouch y/n lord my future gen " hearing jeonghan blabber 'bout being a hot cake was downright torture for you, when the man literally had no cake to offer!!!
"Yeah yeah sure that's why you used to ask me to find you a girl, pheww!!" a big smug visible clear in your eyes.
"sigh Is this how you welcome your bestfriend after almost an year??!!" han knew that him giving you those angel eyes will make your composure melt in a matter of seconds and that's exactly what happened.
"Oh come on! I was joking! You know I love you, you little bunny" you instantly wrap your arms around han's waist tightly, while pouting like a puppy yourself, as he returns the gesture in a blink.
"Except the cake part tho, hehe!" a slight pinch lands on his butt as you free yourself from him to walk to the ride's counter, hand in hand. Your heart was fluttering like a flock of doves, because you could let your true self take control only when with jeonghan, from laughing like a five year old, being a naughty tease to smiling wide like the sun. Why so? Because apparently seeing you letting your inner child out in the open, irked your 'husband'.
"Oh the main question! Why are you here? That too at a theme park!!!" shooting an interrogative glare towards jeonghan you march away through the crowd like a happy squirrel.
"I'm here with Nabi, and my little bunbun Byul. She literally manipulated me into taking her to this park. ME! THE YOON JEONGHAN BEING MANIPULATED. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! I guess she learnt it from her dad only" jeonghan blurted out almost an entire verse within seconds, and you felt nothing but sheer joy being reunited with the only who who cherished your presence, after so long.
"There they are" you look over the thick mass to see Seungcheol and Hana standing by the ride, her little pinky entwined with her father's dainty yet strong digits, while pulling onto jeonghan's arms to run towards your family.
Cheol's face turns slightly dark watching you beaming with joy being arm tied with another man, that was not him. He knew jeonghan was your bestfriend from the time your wedding bells rang but....there was this feeling in his heart against Han, that he could never justify.
"Hey Seungcheol. How you've been? Grown quite buff huh!" Jeonghan playfully slaps Cheol's muscles, earning a sort of irritated groan and a tight smile from him.
"Looks like someone's jealous!" you lean your body over jeonghan's shoulder, whispering into his ears which lands you into being tickled by him like crazy, in public.
"Okay okay I'm sorry, s-stop!" Han's devilish hands finally leaves your body, as yout chest heaves up and down, breathless from laughing an entire year's worth.
"Umm hmm" cheol clears his throat as he tries to break off the *not so desirable scene rolling out infront of him* "we should get Hana going on the ride now, she's growing quite impatient"
"Omg yes so sorry baby mom got distracted" you take Hana from her father's grip. "Cheol cheol let us get on the ride too na? Pls!!! Pls!!" pulling onto your husband's biceps, being in a trance of happiness and forgetting that he's Choi Seungcheol and not your buddy, Jeonghan -
"Stop behaving like a kid y/n! You're twenty seven and a mother to a two year old! Fuckin act like one" each and every word that left cheol's lips carved out a new wound in your heart. Though he's right anyways....you don't deserve to fool around like a happy child....you never did....
"I'll call Nabi and Byul too. Both of them can enjoy their visit that way then" jeonghan steps in to somewhat chase away the cloud that was near to pouring down over the four of you "and Byul is herself quite fond of her bestfriend Hana anyways. They would love this set up" Han's lips curl up into a forced smile as he walks off to fetch his own family.
"I i'm sorry" you let go off Hana's tiny fingers, as soon as jeonghan leaves,leading her to the ride's entrance. "Hold on tightly to the bars, okay? Mom will be right here" your soft sweaty hands cup her cheeks before she turns around to go get seated on her most awaited part of the day.
Seungcheol's face is painted with guilt and regret, as he watches over his small family - while her daughter is glaring brighter than the sun with soulful joy, his wife is standing all gloomy beside the long sheep haired guy he have always envied.
"Mommy the ride was amazing. You know Byul was scared hehe. She was holding onto my arms" your daughter waddles down the metal stairs, her bestfriend following soon after, both of their faces all sweaty and glinting from the little adventure.
"N-no i was not, i i just tried to k-keep Hana safe" the two year old blurts out, trying to protect her pride, while her dad scoops her up into his arms, drying off her face with his shirt.
"Yes you're my strong and brave bun, I know that baby" jeonghan places open mouth kisses on his daughter's face, shifting her to her mother's arms gently, placing a gentle kiss on his wife's forehead in the process.
Such a beautiful family. A word that would never fit your own -
"I - I'm taking the girls to have some ice cream" seungcheol breaks the silence that has now creeped up onto your face. "Wanna j-join us, y/n?" no matter how much he tries to act cool or indifferent, the words he threw at your merry face just few minutes back, refuses to leave his mind, engulfing his form in severe shame and agony.
"No I would like to stay back. You three go ahead" the change in your tone was clear enough for even a stranger to notice....and jeonghan has known you for twenty whole years.
"Nabi you accompany the girls and seungcheol. We two will be waiting for y'all by the carousel" surprising right? How jeonghan was the one having your back and not your husband!!!
"Seungcheol was being an absolute dick back there you know. A very annoying, lumpy and dumbass dick " han's hands curl up against your shoulder as he pulls your head to rest on his nape, while both of you were seated on a bench shining under the dreamiest luminaire.
"Hmm" you hum into his skin, warm salty drops slowly making their way down his silk shirt "or maybe he was actually right"
Pulling yourself up from Han's embrace, you focus your eyes onto your lap, while fidgeting with your fingers, when you feel a warm pair of hands cupping your cheek, fingers pushing off any drop of water that dared to pass by your supple skin.
"Just because someone doesn't appreciate your presence in their life and treat you as nothing but a person their daughter calls 'mom', doesn't mean that you are allowed to downgrade yourself" his hands traveling down your face to now engulf your palms into his, "You have every right to be yourself y/n. I know how you've been fighting all your life, how you never had anything what people call carefree childhood these days....don't let anyone murder the soulful kid within you. Understood, Ms Thumper Paws" jeonghan settles his speech with a finishing pinch on your dumpling cheeks.
"Aye aye sir! Noted!!" you finally flash him with the smile he has been trying to bring out since 'someone' decided to slash it.
To both of your oblivion, seungcheol was watching his wife, his partner being all giggly like a beaming ray of sunshine, her bunny teeth making its way out for the world to see, but-
not in his arms, not on his jokes, instead because of her bestfriend....the person he has always been jealous of, for making you smile so wide and bringing out the adorable kid in you!!!something only he wishes to do you for you.....
all this while the caramel ice cream he brought for you melting away in his hands, as he takes in the sight before him with gritted teeth and hurt eyes
He almost jolts out of his skin when a gentle hand cups his cheek. “I can't come with you,” Ayunnen says. “This is for the both of us. Please understand.”
He cannot answer.
Neither of them acknowledge the tears he sheds silently.
...That was their first meeting.
It was not the last.
Welp, fellas, at least the first encounter is done!! Now to actually get on with the next two, aye 😭