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Love and Peace!

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He could not recall how he got here. In fact, he could not recall any memories of the events immediately preceding this moment. Had he hit his head? Suguru felt around his skull, but all he discovered was that his hair was much too oily and tangled for his liking. Matted at the back of his head, too, as though he’d been lying on it for a while. The door opened once more with a creak, though no light spilled in. Strange. Was Satoru comfortable moving around in the dark? “Where are we?” Suguru asked, or tried to, his throat so dry that his voice failed him. Satoru seemed to hear him anyway, or at least to predict Suguru’s thoughts with his usual accuracy. He perched on the side of the bed and gently curled Suguru’s hands around a ceramic cup, then helped him raise it to his lips. “We’re in the temple complex,” Satoru explained. “Your family is here, unharmed. You will be alright, too, given a little time.” “What happened?” Suguru’s strength was returning to him quickly. He held the cup with one hand, taking small sips, and wrapped the other around Satoru’s elbow. The texture of his sleeve was unusually rough. “Why am I bedridden?” “You’re not, but you should not get up too abruptly.” “Can you light a candle?” “In a moment. I need to make sure it worked.” Once more, Satoru’s delivery chilled Suguru. There was no melody to his voice, none of his usual teasing, or the anger which Suguru had grown more accustomed to in recent years. He slid his hand up Satoru’s arm, over his shoulder and neck, until he found his cheek. He expected Satoru to tilt his face into the touch, as he’d always done, even during their most dire arguments, but the man remained still as a statue. He sat there and allowed Suguru to explore his unsmiling mouth, the lax skin around his eyes and brows. “Satoru…” “How much do you remember?” Satoru asked, sounding like the answer would not affect him either way. “I’m… not sure. I remember…” Suguru let his arm fall to his side. He blindly waved the other in search of a bedside table, and found one, with empty space enough to set down his cup. “I think I remember sieging the castle, but it feels less like a memory and more like a dream. Did I really…” “You did.” Satoru being so utterly unruffled about the matter set Suguru’s heart into a fast rhythm. He couldn’t recall all the details, but he knew there had been a battle, and surely people had died. Surely, Satoru had been in the thick of it. “I lost,” Suguru concluded. Otherwise, they’d be in the castle right now.

I'm working on something with dark fairytale vibes for Halloween, so here's a snippet from that for WIP Wednesday. I have something else horror-adjacent in the works, but it's a longer piece and there's no way it'll be ready before the end of October.

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little white lies: pt. 1 | hyunjin

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

word count: 12.2k

genre: fake-dating, friends-to-lovers

warnings: mentions of past infidelity, the questionable ethics of pretending to date someone to sneak them into a wedding (?)

summary:

Bringing the straw up to his mouth, Hyunjin mumbles to himself. “Anything else you want to suddenly spring on me?”

“Uh…” you say, smile fading as you can’t help but feel a little guilty. “You might have to be my boyfriend?”

Hyunjin’s eyes widen at you.

You groan. “That’s a fucking good cookie.”

Felix beams at you, already finished with his own cookie. His coffee sits to the side, untouched, until he declares it cool enough to drink. “I know, right? I can’t believe they’re only seasonal.”

“Seasonal?” you repeat, horrified. “What? They’re getting rid of these? Are they allergic to money or something?”

“Limited supply ups demand,” Minho drawls, sipping his own coffee – a black Americano, sweetened with a handful of sugar sachets. “Therefore more money, especially if losers like you get panicked and buy like ten at once.”

“It’s too early in the morning for your market analytics, Lee,” you grumble. “And I’m not gonna buy ten of these. That would be…financially irresponsible.”

“You’re right, it would be. But would that stop you?”

“None of your business,” you retort, flashing him a look before taking another bite of your cookie – which is somehow better than the first, what the fuck? “Holy shit. This is the best thing I’ve put in my mouth in months.”

There’s a silent pause, and you glance up to see two sympathetic pairs of eyes on you. You roll your eyes, scowling. “You can laugh. If the joke is about an ex-boyfriend, you should always laugh. Even if it’s crude. Even if it’s not funny.”

The two men at your table are quiet for a moment, eyeing you cautiously.

“…I mean, your jokes are never funny,” Minho retorts, but at least the sympathetic look is gone.

Keep reading

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take care 2 (18+)

chapter I • chapter II • chapter III • chapter IV • bonus chapter I • bonus chapter II

dark fic, please heed the warnings

hyunjin x reader smut

word count: 3.3k

warnings: dark themes, if you thought chapter I was bad - this is worse, mentions of drugging, kidnapping, noncon, manipulation, begging, bondage, oral (f receiving), forced orgasm, spit as lube, fingering, dacryphilia, hyunjin has a Big Dick, hints of sub!hyunjin, mentions past hyunchan, more plot than chapter I, food mention. afab reader, they/them pronouns.

additional disclaimer: there are moments where y/n briefly questions their own behavior. this type of guilt can be a natural reaction to a hopeless situation like this, it does not mean that y/n actually had any choice in this. y/n did not behave in a wrong or right way, they are a victim of the other characters’ actions.

i don’t condone the actions of the characters in this story. this is pure fiction for entertainment purposes only.

the smell of vanilla is overpowering here. strong and almost spicy in a way that reminds you of christmas cookies or maybe incense sticks.

your cuffs are fastened to the pipe of the washbasin next to the shower, forcing you to tilt your body slightly, but not enough to be truly uncomfortable in the warm bath. chan is sitting across from you in the tub, still in his underwear and shirt, scrubbing sweat and tears from your skin with a loofah.

you had another screaming fit while the two men were gone, then another when chan came to get you and now the rest of the energy you had held onto somewhere deep within you is completely drained down to the last drop.

you close your eyes and lean back as much as the cuffs allow you, trying let yourself enjoy the soft touches, this twisted aftercare, letting the water running over you cleanse you somehow - even if chan is the one who did all of this to you. you never thought of yourself as someone who’d be so accepting of such a situation, but right now you’re too tired to fight.

“you’ve been good,” chan says, gently running the sudsy material over your chest and up your arms. “really good. hyunjin likes you.”

despite only kneeling in the tub, chan’s top and hair is completely soaked, courtesy of hyunjin. whatever they did in here to leave the room a steamy, flooded mess. you shouldn’t have been surprised that the two of them went to clean up together, but it only adds to the weirdness. if these guys live up each others asses this much, why don’t they just chain each other to that bed?, you think to yourself bitterly, surprising yourself with the fierceness of your anger that’s still lingering in your veins despite you feeling so burnt out.

you’re upset in a way you probably can’t quite comprehend yourself yet. you’re mad at yourself for not fighting more, for not giving them a harder time. but you’re angrier at hyunjin, for what he did, and chan for letting it happen.

“so what’s hyunjin’s deal?” you ask, voice sounding cross and childish. “that dude can’t even shower by himself?”

you can tell your question doesn’t sit right with chan by the sigh he lets out. “we have to have bath time before we go to sleep,” he explains like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“seems like you already had your bath time,” you point out, eyeing chan’s curly hair and the way his wet t-shirt clings to him.

chan shakes his head, not deterred in how he’s thoroughly running the loofah over every inch of your skin he can reach from his position. “that was hyunjin’s bath time. this is yours.” he’s speaking slowly now, putting emphasis on the important words like it’s difficult for you to follow a conversation, like the most obvious things are not making any sense to you. his voice and touch still so careful despite you obviously pushing his buttons just now.

chan looks tired in the low light of the small bathroom, like he’s the one who went through hell. his gentle eyes and soft touches piss you off all of a sudden and you freeze up under his ministrations.

chan catches your eyes and his concentrated expression softens into something more personal.

“are you hurt?”

“am i-?!” the chuckle you cut yourself off with has no humor in it at all. “were you mentally present at all today? of course i’m hurt. i obviously am.”

chan tightens his jaw, then relaxes it again. his tone doesn’t change when he talks to you again. “you’ll have to rest all day tomorrow.”

“and then you’ll let me go home?”

you’ve brought up leaving several times - screaming when you first woke up this morning, pleading everytime he prepped you, demanding when he took you to the bath. as always chan ignores you, this time in favor of draining the tub and rinsing the suds off with medium temperature spray of the shower head. he is careful to turn it down in intensity when he gets between your legs and you silently appreciate it, but you don’t let it show.

you decide to give it up for the day. you let chan dry you off and cuff you back to bed without a fight. your eyes fall shut from exhaustion seconds after you hear chan leave the room and lock the door behind him.

at the end of the hall, several walls away from where you’re sleeping, there’s another bedroom: one big bed, two separate mattresses. a firm one for chan, specifically tailored to aid his worsening back pains and a soft one for hyunjin where he’s happily wriggling and shuffling around under his weighted blanket. still up and alert enough to whisper his excitement to chan, despite laying down over thirty minutes ago. he smells homey and familiar - like nutmeg, anise and sweet vanilla - but the waves of anxiety that usually radiate off him are entirely replaced with a different kind of restlessness.

“you know, i really expected you to just pass out after you came like that. not… this…,” chan says. after weeks and months of tucking a sulky and paranoid hyunjin into bed, this new kind of manic energy is unsettling.

“they’re so good, so exciting. felt so, so, so, so good. wanna see them crying aaaall the time. they cried so good for me.”

“okay, that’s enough now, hyunjinnie,” chan whispers. the exasperation in his tone can’t mask the fondness he feels. “if you keep talking like that you’re gonna make yourself ache again.”

there was a time where chan could have just slipped his fingers into hyunjin’s pajamas, taking the edge off and making him settle with the drag of his hand against hot skin until he could catch hyunjin’s sticky cum in his cupped palm. a time where a sleepy, satisfied hyunjin would let him grind his own erection against hyunjin’s clothed thigh until chan met his release too. chan doesn’t blame his boy for becoming so difficult - never ever and especially not now when things are finally looking up - but he’s been feeling the effects of his frustration of not being able to take care of him as easily anymore.

aside from his head, hyunjin only let’s chan touch him during bath time, so chan runs his fingers through hyunjin’s freshly washed hair briefly, relishing the way he only squirms instead of flinching. they’ve already come a long way. and if hyunjin really takes a liking to you, they might get to be okay again.

“take it easy, okay?” chan whispers. “we can’t fix it if you start aching now, you know that.”

“hmmm but i can just go back over there, right? now i can just go back and they make it go away,” hyunjin says dreamily.

“they have to rest.” hyunjin can’t see the way chan’s furrowing his brow, how he tries to find the words to explain. “i told you, their body’s not used to you yet. you’ve been so patient these past months, you can wait a day or two to play with them again, yeah?”

“yeah,” hyunjin sighs reluctantly, still fidgety under his sheets, rustling as he adjusts himself several times before finally curling up to sleep, his relaxed face turned towards chan’s somber one.

you really do get to rest the next day. chan brings you food and takes you to the bathroom. he doesn’t touch you except for his steadying hand on your back when he helps you up from the bed and his fleeting fingers on your thighs when he adjusts your legs while putting you back in the cuffs. the position is humiliating every time, but you’re thankful for the little bit of privacy you have without chan’s invasive fingers. you ask chan to let you go home, but his continuous lack of reaction only makes you feel hopeless, so you drop it after the second time he checks on you. you can make out chan whispering to hyunjin in front of your door several times, but to your relief he doesn’t let him in.

chan brings you more food than usual around what feels like noon, he tells you to eat it all because there won’t be dinner. he waits for you to finish, then he takes you to the bathroom. you must have fallen asleep immediately after - you suspect one of the vitamin supplements chan offers you with every meal besides breakfast aren’t vitamins at all. you‘re constantly weaving in and out of slumber, sometimes scared of what’s to come, sometimes bored by your room, mostly dejected. your glad when you immediately feel your eyes getting heavy after your meal and you let sleep take you.

you startle awake when you feel the mattress dip under you. you expect chan waiting for you to wake up to take you to the bathtub - but you’re surprised to see hyunjin, naked again, kneeling at your feet at the end the bed. you don’t know how long he’s been sitting there - maybe he just climbed on the mattress and woke you - but his heavy erection is already curling up against his stomach, his eyes fixed between your legs while his hands nervously move around the sheets and his own body. he doesn’t seem as wildly desperate as the last time you saw him, but even his excitement can’t rid hyunjin’s obvious nerves. he honestly looks ridiculous sitting there naked with the way he’s clearly uncomfortable in his own skin, fidgety and insecure.

you would find it funny if you weren’t so scared.

“do you ache too?”

you almost jump out of your skin. it’s the first time hyunjin properly addressed you and you’re unsure how to deal with it. he’s not looking at you when he speaks. you contemplate your answer.

of course you ache. despite almost 24 hours of resting you’re still very aware of the soreness between your legs. a constant reminder of what hyunjin can do with his cock that he’s awkwardly hovering his hands over. you doubt that hyunjin’s curious about your recovery process though. wide-eyed you slowly shake your head, hoping hyunjin will just leave it at that and back off, leave you alone in this room again.

“you know sometimes chan is gone until late at night and then i have to do everything by myself,” hyunjin muses, more to himself than to you.

he scuffles forward on the bed until settles between your thighs, lifting you up as much as your shackles allow it, so your hips are tilted towards him and you’re perfectly open for his taking. it’s just like the first time. but this time chan didn’t spend hours after hours on making sure you’re ready.

like an afterthought hyunjin leans over to the drawer on the right hand of the bedframe, hastily searching for a condom and letting a dozen plastic wrapped rubbers scatter on the floor as he rips one from the box. he’s just as quick and careless as he rolls the condom over his length, barely giving you time to blink before he lines himself up.

“no, hyunjin, wait! you can’t-” you yell, panicking at the prospect of what he’s about to do.

hyunjin entire body recoils likes he’s been shocked, then he immediately snaps back and hastily smacks his hand over your mouth, making you wince at the feeling of his large palm smashing your lips against your teeth. “i don’t like that,” hyunjin presses out, voice shrill and pleading. “you have to be good. you have to.”

with one hand still pressed to your face, hyunjin lines himself back up, his eyes watching you with sinister distrust. you never thought you’d ever long for chan’s presence, but here you are desperately wishing he would rush in. he wouldn’t let hyunjin do this, you’re sure of it. you’re crying now and hyunjin moans when he notices, letting his fingers run over your face to feel the wetness running down.

this seems to be what makes hyunjin snap, his desperation to be inside of you again more overwhelming than everything else. but when he pushes against you slightly, he miscalculates the resistance that would meet his thick cock. rather than forcing himself inside of you, hyunjin doesn’t breach your hole at all, but his erection slips over your clit onto your abdomen, leaving a bit of wetness from the condom behind on your skin.

you open your eyes you had clenched shut to see hyunjin sadly looking down at where his cock is resting against the length of your lower stomach, making a sad distraught sound in the back of his throat. his lower lip is trembling and you wonder if he is going to cry now - if maybe he’s accepted his defeat of not getting an orgasm inside of you. hyunjin’s hips move in little circles against your skin, messily dragging his cock over your abdomen as he subconsciously ruts forward again despite himself, letting out displeased, strangled groans as the friction does nothing but tease him.

he grinds the length of himself against you three or four more times, then suddenly hyunjin snaps himself out of it and pulls back, looking down at where his cock rests over your pussy. you brace yourself for him another attempt of him to forcefully push inside of you, but hyunjin only tilts his head in thought.

“i don’t know how chan always makes it so easy,” he finally complains, voice whiney and strung out. you’re still too scared to speak to him - and even if you would, you’re not sure what you would tell him.

you don’t have to say anything, though. seemingly remembering something, hyunjin’s face suddenly lights up and seconds later you feel a hot string of saliva dribbling onto your cunt as hyunjin spits down on you; just like the first time he fucked you, but this time he’s using two of his fingers to messily rub the liquid around your hole.

you can tell he’s holding himself back from just trying to fuck you again with just a bit of wetness added, but you can see the determination of getting it right in the furrow of hyunjin’s brow when he gets eye level with your cunt and messily starts licking over your clit. his big hands are clumsily rubbing at your thighs in an attempt to mimic chan’s soothing a stretch and you feel yourself automatically getting wet at the stimulation, a natural reaction you wouldn’t be able to stop if you tried. the anger at your body for betraying you gets overpowered by the feeling of the relief that hyunjin won’t try to tear you apart anymore, despite the fact that he doesn’t have lube. hynjin lets spit pool on his tongue, then drags it through your folds, pushing his hot muscle inside of you and making you squirm and push up against him as he hums at your taste. even when you know he must feel your humiliating wetness on his tongue, hyunjin keeps eating you out like he enjoys it, fucking his tongue inside of your hole before pulling back to lave over your clit again.

“you’re even wetter here than on your face,” he pants and you feel your entire body flushing with a feeling that is mostly embarrassment, but also an overwhelming sense of arousal.

hyunjin pushes two of his fingers inside of you, the digits barely meeting any resistance anymore as he scissors them open and spits between them from time to time. you can feel his saliva dripping from your hole and wetting the sheets beneath you when hyunjin ducks down to go back to licking over your clit again, his tongue wide and quick like a dog lapping at water. you feel your high creeping up on you, approaching unbelievably quick as he keeps up his messy licks while prodding you from inside, sensitive nerve endings going haywire until you’re creaming around hyunjin’s fingers, shaking against your restraints.

seemingly satisfied with his preparations now that you’ve orgasmed, hyunjin pulls his fingers out and hastily wipes them on yor thigh. he positions himself again quickly, guiding his cock that’s still just as hard inside of his condom against your sloppy hole. when you peer up at him from beneath your eyelids, still heavy from the pleasure, you notice that hyunjin is just as nervous as you that he still won’t be able to get his thick cock in - at least without hurting you. when he breaches you, you hold back a scream at the inevitable stretch. hyunjin’s expression changes from nervous anticipation to giddy relief when your wet walls give in to his girth, slowly letting him push in until he’s finally buried to the hilt.

hyunjin immediately starts bucking into you desperately, only pulling out slightly before shakily humping forward again as he’s chasing his orgasm sheathed inside of your velvety walls.

while the first time was pure desperation and fear of not getting to finish, hyunjin is more excited now, probably from imagining what having you again would feel like. but despite him seeming a bit less animalistic, this newfound optimism does nothing for hyunjin’s coordination. he’s messily rutting his hips into yours, the tip of his cock pushing too deep too soon and making you feel the stretch of him as if he was claiming his space inside of your helpless body.

“good boy,” hyunjin whispers under his breath. “good, good boy, taking good care.” he’s getting closer now, you can tell from the way he’s babbling to himself again. “… m’good, clean boy for you, please, please just let me, please tell me…”

you’re exhausted. you just want it to be over. the way hyunjin is looking at you, wild and desperate, makes you give in - you’d give him anything he wanted as this point just so he could finish and be done with you. you purposely tighten your muscles around his throbbing cock as if to mimic your orgasm that brought him over the edge the first time, seeing hyunjin’s immediate reaction as his mouth falls open, whining nasally with every pulse of your hot cunt. a bead of sweat drips from hyunjin’s brow down onto your face, but he’s still pleading for his release, nails digging into your thighs as he tries to get in deeper.

“good boy,” you whisper despite yourself.

something inside hyunjin snaps. his face scrunches up in an expression of pure bliss as he cums with a sob, hips bucking into you wildly with every spurt of his cum that he releases inside the condom. he lets himself fall over you, shudders still wracking his body every now and then as he grinds out the aftershocks of his orgasm inside of you, huffing and panting with exhaustion and overstimulation.

“okay, hyunjin. let’s get you in the bathtub now.”

both you and hyunjin freeze at the sound of chan’s voice. you don’t know when he came back and entered the room, how long he’s been watching, doing nothing as you were at hyunjin’s disposal. you wonder if chan’s angry at him - seeing how adamant he was on letting you rest and how well he prepared you last time. you wonder if chan’s angry at you for not convincing hyunjin to wait.

if chan is mad, he doesn’t express it in any way, his voice still soft as he repeats: “bath time, hyunjin. let’s go.”

despite not having caught his breath yet, hyunjin seems less distraught at the prospect of letting you go than last time. he quickly clambers off of you and trails out of the room.

chan turns too, but as he leaves, his eyes catch yours again, giving you a lingering, dark look before following hyunjin out of your room and firmly shutting the door behind him.

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DAECHWITA: Chapter 2

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“Did you see anything?!” “No! I mean I kinda did, but THAT’S NOT IMPORTANT!” “OH MY FUCKING GOD, GET OUT!” He got out alright, but Chris didn’t realize that he also got out of his own body for a second there.

Chapter 2: Winter Solstice

📜10.3K words | Approx. 45-min. read 🚨Please see the series masterlist for general warnings: Brief mention of blood and injury, mirror paraphilia, themes of narcissism, themes of demisexualism, bondage (shibari), narratophilia, dacryphilia, use of sex toys, multiple orgasms/forced orgasm, breeding kink & lactation kink (as a form of roleplay), edging, overstimulation, cumplay, oral sex, creampie, masturbation, unprotected sex. 📻Accompanying soundtrack 💭Reblogs & comments are always appreciated and please keep in mind they are the ultimate motivation fuel. 🍮Like my content? Consider supporting my work with a pudding!

Spent.

That was the feeling that made you close your eyes on Hyunjin’s bed that night rather than what could have been considered a heart-fluttering demand, something that a lot of people would no doubt kill for. You let your naked body be caressed to sleep by his soft breathing on your neck as well as the feathery fabric dressing his four-poster bed, lightly dancing with the night breeze filling the room through the open balcony door.

Came the first lights of daybreak, you snapped your eyes open out of habit and in slight panic, trying to comprehend where you were and who you were, and slithered back to your room trying your utmost best not to disturb a prince’s beauty sleep. It looked like he needed those to maintain that porcelain façade.

While you were taking a shower, you revisited what happened the night before in your mind. Was that even real? Did that really happen? Was it a byproduct of you being too awestruck to say no? Or was it your inhibitions being somewhat low? Why you? Why you when he could have his pick from literally anyone he laid his eyes on?

Maybe you were the closest thing he could lay his eyes on. Who knew…

You had always prided yourself on having discipline and your ability to mediate between your heart and brain. ‘Mind over matter’ after all. It was a prerequisite to survive in men’s world. It was how you disguised yourself as one of them. It was how they took you seriously and listened to what you had to say. Head held high. On your feet. Not off them.

Apparently, when you had a pair of sultry lips making its way down your spine, tarnishing the very same words you were living by and taking matter hostage, mind would peace the fuck out rather than pay the ransom.

You’re weak.

You just hoped the warm water would also wash away the sense of disappointment because you needed your wits intact for the day.

Due to your ties with The Dragon Pride, you were asked to assist the Military Studies department with their practice sessions on sword patterns as a guest. Thankfully, the clan master had the common courtesy to introduce you as an ‘affiliate’ rather than ‘The Grandmaster’s daughter’. 

As you were standing in front of a dojo full of people clad in unison attire, you could feel that all-familiar aura of disdain emitting from them. Some of them weren’t even trying to hide their condescending sneers. You were going to do a demonstration? You, a woman? Did you know how to carry a sword properly? Did you even possess the required stamina for this?

You tried your best to control that tired sigh bubbling inside of you.

Of course. All men. Somebody needs to teach you a literal lesson.

“This is going to be a doubles demonstration of first-degree sword patterns, so a partner is required. You, come forward.”

You turned around to grab your weapon from the eight-story sword holder behind you as whoever you were going to send into oblivion stepped into the metaphorical spotlight. When you returned to face this person, the surprise was so real that the words forced themselves out of you.

“Bathroom dude?”

“Hey,” he flashed a reassuring smile, immediately casting all your grudgy feelings to the side.

The clan master stood between you as you took your positions to salute each other. 

“Didn’t know they had an exchange program here,” you whispered while bowing. He responded while keeping your gaze during that 90-degree greeting.

“You’re aware I’m not a foreigner, right?” 

“Begin!”

You were instructed what the choreography of the day was going to entail beforehand, of course, so it was natural for you to know. But him? Wasn’t he supposed to be a student there? How come he matched every single one of your moves so perfectly? How come this turned into a dance performance all of a sudden? 

Mind over matter. Focus. Focus!

A literal battle of the sexes in front of a live audience, now unsure how this demonstration was going to end. It was escalating right before their eyes. Swishing sounds, high-pitched metal clinking making ears ring, aggressively enthused exclamations like this was a war scene, both performers getting drenched in sweat, and breaking the deafening silence of the spectators was your heartbeat thumping in your ears. It was for the briefest moment, but you could see it perfectly.

There was fire in his eyes.

Mind over matter. Water over fire.

You tightened your grip on the handle of the sword until your knuckles whitened and knocked his sword out of his hand. 

“Oooooh.”

As the demonstration came to an end, you both bowed to each other accompanied by the borderline aghast applause raising from the crowd. You also bowed to the dojo and the clan master, then left the room to make it in time for your next class. Obviously, you weren’t going to walk into the classroom all sweaty and disheveled like that, but you didn’t have enough time to go back to your room to fix yourself. After a mini internal debate with yourself, you decided that there was no harm in borrowing the showers next to the dojo since everyone else was going to be at practice for the next hour or so.

Sweet!

This had become your new Thursday routine. You naturally picked up somewhat of an assistant role for this class, and your ‘bathroom dude’ became your usual partner. While your on-the-job interactions with him were ‘Capulets versus Montagues’ status competitive, the times you observed the class together trying to hide your giggles, or helped people with their stances and techniques were much friendlier. It was impossible not to develop a liking for this guy considering how affable he was. After the months spent in this place, it looked like you finally managed to make your first friend, and it didn’t even matter that you only saw him within the confines of that dojo. He gave you a reason to look forward to coming to that class every Thursday.

Yes, you had always been more comfortable around guys anyway, but there was no winning with the male military studies students here. You could feel how they initially looked down on you, and when you fucked shit up in the dojo, this time they became scared of you. A handful of women that existed around you did not want to associate with you because for some reason they thought ‘you took yourself way too seriously.’ It would have been fine if you were assuming things due to paranoia, but you happened to have overheard it from their mouths at lunch one day.

Just WHY? We haven’t even talked ONCE.

But Chris was different. 

The guy just didn’t give a damn. He didn’t give a damn about who you were, what you were, where you were from, and whether you worshipped cats or not. For him, it was all about being on a similar wavelength with someone, stripped of whatever judgement that could come between two people. Just a walking bubble of safe space allowing you to be unashamedly yourself, to blurt out whatever was in your mind without the constant dread of getting misunderstood.

Even though borrowed moments from a class weren’t really the time to get to know somebody, you felt like it was exactly what you were doing. Getting way too personal by being too impersonal with each other.

Just like a chilly night on a rooftop somewhere.

A drop of blood stained the blade during the briefest moment of distraction and the sound of the sword hitting the hardwood surface rippled throughout the large hall.

“DAMMIT!”

Chris thought the person standing in the corner of the room was his usual partner walking back inside when in fact it was just some random person. The first rule of the arts of Mars: you do not take your eyes off your opponent. Ever. But he did. 

Now he had to face the consequences.

“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“Go clean that up. Go!”

He pressed his thumb on his palm in an attempt to stop it from bleeding and rushed to the common bathrooms nextdoor. He was used to this place being rowdy as hell right after practice; certainly not to the almost serene atmosphere courtesy of the sun rays peeking through the stained glass windows, creating kaleidoscopic fractals in various colors on the marble floors. Then he noticed the silence getting denser. Like somebody stopped the water from running.

“Hello?”

“JESUS F–”

You, on the other hand, were not used to anybody else around when you were taking your post-practice showers in peace. You shrieked so hard that the towel wrapped around your body dropped when you pulled your hands away to cover your mouth.

“SHIT! Sorry! I’m so sorry!”

“WHAT THE FUCK CHRIS, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!”

What was he doing there? There was a reason. A reason that was on the tip of his tongue, currently dripping down his palm, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember what it was.

“Did you see anything?!”

“No! I mean I kinda did, but that's not important!”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD, GET OUT!”

He got out alright, but Chris didn’t realize that he also got out of his own body for a second there.

He hadn’t really looked at you that way before. He had to suppress it. You were supposed to be ‘just friends’ for obvious reasons, but he was painfully reminded of what a strikingly beautiful woman you were that day, quite literally stripped of all the layers that had been hiding you from his eyes all this time.

And much to his dismay, something awakened in him from that day on, and simply refused to go back to sleep.

Chris forced himself so hard to erase your sight from his mind because that would be plain disrespectful to you to have you star in his fantasies. He tried so hard, but every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was you. You were just there, the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life by far, and it was getting more difficult to be around you with each passing day.

Then one night in his room, he caught himself trying to find excuses to cave.

He was supposed to be abstaining, yes, but there was no rule set in stone anywhere that was forbidding him from touching himself in the privacy of his bed, right? And what if… the images behind his eyelids… included you? Depicting anything and everything he would love to do to you. 

What would it be like if it was you feeling him instead of his own firm grip?

“Oh, god…”

He lost.

He was completely possessed by his demons of lust haunting him for the longest time, finally freeing him of the shackles bruising his flesh for years. Chris was a human being after all; of course he would masturbate every now and then, but only to the make-believe images of strangers that he didn’t even know, borderline a clinical act for pipeline maintenance. Yet that night, when he kept touching himself to the thought of you until he made an absolute mess on his perfectly sculpted torso, he realized that he fucking loved that feeling. A little too much for his own good. Chest heaving as if it was you who rode him to his orgasm. As if you told him to cum for you.

Would you like it? Would it turn you on seeing what you do to him? Would it turn you on seeing how much you turn him on?

You. The one who just got him. The only person he was able to click with after what seemed like forever.

This was his senior prom all over again.

It was so hard to explain this connection to someone who never felt it. There was no way he could prove it, but Chris could almost swear you were feeling something similar, if not the same thing about him. Words could lie, but not the eyes. Not the smiles.

And he was resolute not to have it ruined by anybody this time around. He leaped off his bed, took a shower, and made his way to his destination with firm steps.

“Mother, I need to talk to you.”

“If it isn’t my handsome prince!” Hyejin looked up from the book she was reading at her study, “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’ll get straight to the point. I know what happens on the night of adult ceremonies. Please do not arrange what I think you will.”

“What am I going to arrange?” his mother cheekily smiled while putting her book down. Chris looked somewhat flustered.

“Please don’t make me say it out loud,” he cleared his throat and exerted a humongous amount of effort to look straight into her eyes, “I’m aware of the tradition of becoming a man sponsored by the royal concubines.”

Hyejin furrowed her burrows in what could only be described as confusion. She got up to her feet and walked towards her son, analyzing his face while approaching him.

“This will be the one day you'll get to indulge in anything you want. Why would you willingly refuse that?”

Chris felt his throat getting way too dry. He wanted to say that he didn’t wish to spend a night with some random stranger and that contrary to his mother’s assumptions this actually held significant meaning to him. He took his sweet time trying to find the most persuasive words to convey just that, but Hyejin was of course able to catch up with the subtitles of her son’s thoughts. She gently held his chin and asked out of genuine curiosity.

“Is there someone in particular you want, Christopher?”

He could try denying it all he wanted, but sometimes Chris was forgetting how he was completely unable to hide his true feelings due to how hard he blushed every time he lied his ass off.

“No, mother.”

It had been quiet on your floor for some time, causing you to wonder whether the prince didn’t feel the need for cathartic moments anymore, which was actually none of your business. You would never admit this out loud, but there was this one time you even tiptoed your way to his door to confirm whether he was with someone and they were just keeping it quiet like you asked him to, but you didn’t hear anything. You were legitimately alone in that corridor. 

And it prompted you to lose sleep for some reason.

You didn’t know why that phenomenon started exactly. It could very well be the acute awareness of being all by yourself in that entire building, not that anything would happen to you in the first place. It could be the uninvited sorrow caused by solitude finally kicking in.

Or worse, it could be a symptom of withdrawal.

Laying on your bed, you placed your arm on your forehead and looked at the ceiling blankly. It was just one night, definitely not grounds for establishing a habit, but it terrified you that you may have contracted lust from Hyunjin. You realized that even in that small amount of time you spent together, you were able to discover parts of yourself with him, parts of you that you didn’t know were there. For so long, you had believed that sex was supposed to be something shared between two people desperately in love with each other, and only then one could be unapologetically themselves saying and doing unspeakable things to someone with absolutely no shame to satisfy their carnal urges. It was a manifestation of love. It couldn’t have been something easily disposable because then everything you held true would lose its meaning. 

Then did that mean you were harboring some feelings for him? Or did you just happen to like the way he made you feel? When did the physical stop and the emotional start? Did that night mean anything to him? Did it mean anything to you?

For fuck’s sake…

You kicked your blanket off of you and got up to get some fresh air downstairs, maybe talk to the koi fish in the pond to get some answers. When you harshly slid your door open, the words reflexively fell out of your lips upon what manifested before your eyes.

“Y-Your grace.”

“It’s Hyunjin for you, princess,” he leaned against the door frame leisurely and raised one of his brows, “It’s a little offensive you'd forget about your lover so soon.”

Your what?

“You uh- Why are you here?”

“Because I have no self-control.”

That total lack of pause between your question and his answer… It hadn’t even been sixty seconds since that exchange started. Talk about cutting to the chase…

“It’s late. Why aren’t you asleep?”

“How do you know I wasn’t?”

“Your bedside light was on,” Hyunjin pointed at the source of the dim orange light filling your room, “It seeps into the corridor from under your door.”

Fine, maybe he got you, but more importantly, how long was he standing there?

“I uh– I have trouble sleeping,” you managed to respond while trying to put your wits back into their place, “Why aren’t you asleep?”

Instead of answering your question, Hyunjin came forward with a proposal as indecent as it could ever get while brushing your hair behind your ear.

“I can fuck you to sleep if I’m allowed to. Just ask.”

Mind over matter, my ass. You would bet good money that it was simply impossible for any sane human being not to slightly lose it every time he opened his mouth. 

Who the fuck talks like that?

“Ever since we shared a secret together I can’t help the urge, you know,” his eyes darted to your lips while discreetly licking his own, “You don’t wanna know how many times I thought about you since then. It’s concerning, really.”

How would you even respond to that? ‘Yeah, I also checked up on you a few times to see if you were fucking someone else’?

“I have something I wanna show you. May I invite you to my room tonight?”

His hand reaching out to you again… You remembered that gesture. Although he was being all courteous, the matter of the fact was he was telling you to come with him. With a sleeping problem and no obligations for the day after, who were you to refuse? Maybe he could fuck you to sleep after all.

Wait, what?

When you walked into his room with that all-familiar vanilla fragrance permeating every inch of it, you saw a full-length mirror that wasn’t there before. Ordinarily, it shouldn’t even have been a topic of conversation. So what if he wanted to see what he looked like when he changed? Didn’t everybody have one of those?

“Do you want to guess why I got this installed?”

Well, when somebody asked you like that, it couldn’t have possibly been about ‘let me see what I look like’ considerations anymore, could it? Especially when the said mirror stood tall in front of a goddamn bed.

It had to involve somebody else.

“Do you like watching yourself?”

Your question didn’t exactly address him admiring himself all alone. Hyunjin kept your gaze in the mirror and smiled.

“There is nothing I like watching more.”

It felt like if you made direct eye contact with him, you would get electrocuted to death. You watched him approach you in the mirror instead; how he wrapped his large hands around your waist, how he closed his eyes, and how he breathily whispered into your right ear to cause goosebumps to break all over your body.

“Except you, beautiful.”

The way Hyunjin kept breathing into your ear while sliding your robe off your shoulders caused a ticklish feeling to spread from your neck down to your right shoulder blade, and it eventually dripped between your legs. He untied the belt of his own robe with the slowest movements possible, just to put his torso on display true to the nature of the tease he was. He kept walking backwards to his bed with hands on your body flush against his, hooded eyes fixated on yours in the mirror all the while, and once he sat down on the edge of his bed, legs spread wide like a bespoke throne for you, Hyunjin guided you to sink down on his lap.

“Eyes on me.”

You couldn’t peel your eyes off the mirror even if you wanted to. He slithered his right hand between your legs and started caressing your inner thighs while placing open mouth kisses on your shoulders. Those wet sounds his lips made were the perfect music to make love to, instantly inducing a buzzing sensation on your clit. His fingertips felt like tiny electric feathers on your skin, so smooth and warm, but sending tiny jolts every time he dragged them on you. One thing still held true: at that moment he was loving you. He was loving you in the most obscene way possible.

“Watch us, princess. Watch how fucking good we look.”

Hyunjin slid the straps of our nightgown off your shoulders to fully expose your upper body for himself, letting out a little content sigh like this was the first time he was seeing you naked. His left hand found its way to your breast, middle finger delicately brushing against your nipple to get it harder, and he sneaked his right hand into your underwear to start playing with your clit. You involuntarily threw your head back at the sensation and rested your head at the crook of his neck while Hyunjin kept leaving exploratory kisses on yours.

“You’re driving me crazy. Fucking crazy.”

How curious. For so long, you had believed that sexiness came from how a person turned primitively raw during the act, a state of total surrender to instincts that barely had room for any conscious thought. It was a manifestation of human nature, our most basic needs. It couldn’t have been anything less than fucking someone into oblivion with all you got because then…

Then what?

“I have a favor to ask,” Hyunjin made you face him and pulled you back from the stream of consciousness you were about to drown yourself in, “You do trust me, don’t you? You do know I only want to make you feel good?”

It felt like waking up from a dream. How this man managed to make you question your entire existence by making you stop thinking was beyond you. You didn’t give a direct answer to his rhetorical question.

“And?”

“Can we try something tonight?”

“Depends,” you ran your fingers through his hair, “What did you have it mind?”

Hyunjin closed his eyes and leaned into the feeling of your touch for some time while heaving a deep sigh. The words that came out of his mouth didn’t belong to the velvety feelings you had exchanged just a second ago.

“I want to tie you up.”

Of course. You were wondering what bombshell he was going to drop that night because compared to your previous encounter with him mirror sex would just be too tame.

“As in you want to restrain me.”

“Yes, but I don’t enjoy the pedestrian way. I like the aesthetic that comes with it,” Hyunjin brushed his fingers on your left ear and watched them slowly slide towards your neck, “Of course, I won't tie it too tight or too complex since this is our first time.”

This is our first time.

This is our first time.

This is our first time.

You weren’t sure whether he uttered this sentence in full awareness of what each word entailed because it harbored a billion hidden meanings behind it as well as too many presumptions. Then again, it could very well be just you overanalyzing things and reading too much into it. But what if…

What if he was consciously doing it?

Hyunjin signaled you to get up so that he could head to his notorious drawer to pull something out of it, and sat right next to you again. He was holding a bundle of crimson rope in his palm, the thickness of which was about the size of a finger. 

“Feel it. It’s silk, so it won’t give you any burns,” he uttered like he was trying to persuade you to purchase it from him. You dragged your finger on the material to do as he said, and it indeed didn’t have the usual coarse and itchy feeling—this looked more like a miniature version of manila ropes.

“I wanna tie beautiful knots on your body and admire you. Will you let me?”

Will you?

A part of you actually wanted to say no, not because you weren’t intrigued by the idea but just to see how he handled rejection. Then again, he didn’t outright lure you into it this time by getting you sloppy drunk on desire first. He asked. He asked for your permission and the expectation written all over his face made the urge to mess with his head all the more appealing.

Since when were you minoring in mind games?

Hyunjin couldn’t help the sharp exhale indicative of his enthusiasm when you nodded.

“Come,” he extended his hand to you like he did every time he wanted to preface what was about to happen, “Grace my bed again, beautiful.”

Hyunjin made you sit on your knees in the middle of his bed, paying plenty of attention to every inch of your skin as he stripped you bare, and started delicately tying knots on your body. His movements were as unrushed as always like he was just indulging in some pastime activity to get his mind off of things. After a while, you could see a picture emerging on you: simple but still exquisite zigzags of crimson-colored rope wrapped around you, corners of which were joined by intricate knots that would definitely require skill to tie. If you stitched some fabric in between those ropes creating a fishnet pattern, it would have actually made a pretty decent-looking dress.

“Lie down, princess,” Hyunjin pecked your lips and gently pushed you back to bed, then proceeded to tie your arms and legs to his bedposts, rendering you unable to move.

“Address me as ‘your grace’ if you get uncomfortable.” 

“I thought you forbade me from calling you that,” you sarcastically chuckled.

“I did,” he responded immediately, “That’s why this is how I’ll know you want me to stop.”

When he was finally done, Hyunjin took your sight in with a total look of admiration on his face as if he was looking at a guarded painting at some famous museum.

“I wish you could see how pretty you are with these knots, princess. You’re a fucking work of art.”

Whether he was praising you or himself was up for debate, of course. You jerked your wrists and ankles to see whether he left any room for you to move at all, but no dice.

“Can’t move, can you?” he let out a small chuckle and descended between your legs, “Now we’re gonna see how much you can take.”

Hyunjin’s breath felt like a warm velvet cover on your folds, prompting you to heave a content sigh at the sensation. Then he started giving you the most excruciatingly languid kitten licks on your clit with just the tip of his tongue. Nowhere near enough friction. No proper wetness. No touching anywhere else. 

It was like the gentle introductory melodies to a complex composition at first. Just him, at his customary pace, taking his sweet time with you. The feeling spreading throughout your body from your core was nothing but pleasant, welcome even. 

Then it started devolving into something else.

It was endurable at first, but the more Hyunjin kept his ministrations steady, the more you craved something more intense to induce an orgasm. Heck, it was fine if you didn’t cum—even the slightest change of speed or more pressure from his tongue was going to satisfy that itch for something more. You were getting uncomfortable not because of the physical restraints put around you, but because there was absolutely nothing you could do to interfere, to catalyze your climax. You could see the land on the horizon, but the distance between where you were and your destination seemed impossible to close.

Hyunjin was straight up torturing you, and what was worse, he knew he was torturing you. You tried to move again to entirely no avail.

“Is there a problem?”

“Just… More.”

“Tsk. Why would you want to give up this sensation, princess?” he feigned the fakest innocence worthy of the corniest acting award, “Doesn’t the prelude to your orgasm feel better than the real thing?”

“It does! I just– I just need…”

“Hm? You need to cum?”

You let out a groan. It was so obvious he wanted you to say it out loud, which made you question why you thought it was a good idea to hand him the literal ropes. Your response was almost inaudible.

“Once.”

“No.”

“Please. Just once.”

“Doesn’t suit you to beg like this,” Hyunjin tutted to himself, eyes still glued to your pussy, “Doesn’t suit my princess at all.”

“Then stop making me!!!”

Fucking demon. He knew what he was doing and he was taking excessive pleasure in pleasuring you with no destination in sight. You tried to get closer to his face, but you couldn't. You tried to push him towards you but you couldn't.

You couldn’t move an inch.

“Look at you. Clit so swollen, just begs for my attention. Begs to be licked all over,” Hyunjin pressed his thumb right above your clit and dragged it upwards, “You’re doing it on purpose to make me go insane. You're asking to be teased.”

On purpose? With all due respect, which was none, how would you even be able to do that on purpose? You were pretty sure this prince of the underworld was not up to the standards of ‘sane’ as it was, but then again, you were cursing at yourself many mouthfuls for being this enticed by that very fact. 

“Once. PLEASE!”

The massive frustration you were feeling began to mutate into irritation, and the inadvertent whimper you let out because of that made Hyunjin…

Smile.

“But I can never say no to you if you keep making those pretty sounds for me like that.”

You wanted to slap yourself for looking this weak in front of him, but then again, what was logic when you were a slave to your urges?

“Say it. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

God, this man… He knew exactly what you wanted him to do to you. Why the ceremonial proceedings?

“I jus– I need to cum.”

“Do you need to cum or do you need me to make you cum?”

“What's the difference?”

“Say it.”

Hyunjin was very clearly luxuriating in being able to drag you to hell and back. Your entire body was on fire for several reasons, and your exasperation reached such a height that you were on the brink of crying.

“I need you. I need you to make me cum.”

“How, princess?”

“Something. Anything!!!”

“But we both know it's not anything, don't we?” he teased with that diabolical smile of his, briefly blurring the lines between human and succubus forms, “Say it or I'm not gonna do it.”

“Please.”

“Say it. In excruciating detail.”

“God this is so fucking embarrassing!” 

“Do it, princess.”

You harshly pulled your wrists towards yourself as though the ropes were going to magically untie. You could feel the tears prickling your eyes out of pure frustration, but Hyunjin wasn’t even fazed by the meltdown you were having.

“Lick me until I cum in your mouth.”

“But that's not excruciating detail, is it?” he placed a borderline chaste kiss on your pussy, “It's okay. I'll model it for you.”

He made his way up to bring his impeccably alluring face as close to yours as possible and started speaking in a voice so tantalizing and commanding that if he kept speaking to you in that deep tone long enough you would cum untouched.

“I want to get you so drenched for me that I want you to soak through my bed sheets all the way into my mattress. I want this entire room to smell like you for days. I want to make you cum so fucking hard that I want to ruin everybody else for you, and I want you to scream my name over and over again when you do.”

He didn’t do anything else than just talk, yet there you were panting under him and oozing so much that the first item of his checklist was about to be accomplished.

“You do it now.”

Hyunjin kissed your lips and went back to his original position as you swallowed the last drop of your pride. If you closed your eyes and not faced him, maybe it wouldn’t have to be so embarrassing.

“I want you to suck on my clit while teasing it with your tongue. I want to hear nothing but the wet sounds you make for me. Right when I'm about to cum, I want you to moan against my pussy so loudly that I want to explode on your pretty fucking face. There, happy?!!”

He was. It was flashing on his face like giant neon lights on a dark night.

“Do you like cumming in my mouth?”

“I do.”

“Do you like it, or do you love it?”

“I fucking love it.”

“And I love it when you start cursing, beautiful. You’re very riled up now, aren’t you?” he contently grinned between your legs, “Does it feel better than me fucking you?”

“It’s– They– They are different things.”

“Do you touch yourself to it, too?”

Too. Even in a compromising situation like this, he somehow managed to make you contemplate the semantic intentions behind his words. Did that actually mean–?

“I touch myself to the thought of going down on you a lot,” he gently kissed your clit upon your silence, “Makes me cum so much. Your taste is out of this world.”

Hyunjin peppered kisses all over your crotch and inner thighs as you kept trying to break free of your restraints in vain and finally signaled the segue into the crescendo segment of this theme song to hell.

“Do you want me to make you cum?”

“Yes! Yes, please.”

“Say it.”

“I want you— I want—  make me—”

“Louder. Properly.”

The scream that ripped from your throat came so deep from your diaphragm that it felt like somebody was pressing hot iron on your skin.

“FUCKING DO IT ALREADY!!!”

And the smile on Hyunjin’s lips that harbored nothing other than manuscripts filled with sins right at the moment you lost it for good… It was way more wicked than his beauty. 

“With pleasure.”

He closed his eyes, wrapped his hands around your thighs, and trapped your clit between his lips just like you asked him to, gliding his tongue all over it and producing all kinds of lewd sounds due to how sloppily he ate you out. You were so on the edge already that it wasn’t going to take you maybe thirty seconds to cross that finish line. When your legs started shaking around him, Hyunjin took it as his cue to increase the decibel of his moans.

“Remember,” he spoke against your folds with his eyes shut, “My name. Scream it.”

Then he started lapping at your clit so fast with such loud moans that even if you wanted to contain your screams inside, there was no way you’d be able to do that. You came so hard, and if you weren’t pinned to your place, you would be violently thrashing on his bed. Ever the generous pleaser, Hyunjin finally caved and gave you what you quite literally begged for.

But why on earth did you even consider he would let you be once you got what you wanted?

“No, stop. STOP!”

“But I won't,” Hyunjin spoke against your folds quivering from sensitivity, “You kept asking for this. Now you’re gonna sit there and feed me until I'm full.”

He kept gliding his tongue all over your clit with his eyes closed accompanied by his content hums and sheer appetite like he was starved to death for weeks. Although it still felt really good, it was just too much to endure. The urge bubbling inside you not too long ago due to frustration came back again at full force, but this time you didn’t try to suppress it and let your tears fall.

“Hyunjin, please!”

“When are you gonna realize I eat this pussy for my own pleasure?” he dragged a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit, “I told you I have no self-control, didn't I? Nobody told you to be this fucking seductive and entice me. This is your fault.”

Mind over matter? Yeah, right. Although there were tears falling from your face, you also had this urge to hysterically laugh at it. Meanwhile, Hyunjin was just in his own world between your legs, pleasuring himself by excessively pleasuring you.

“God, yes, just melt on my tongue,” he chuckled against your skin, “Fucking love it when you’re this sensitive because of me.”

Although Hyunjin refused to stop by any means, his ministrations got a little gentler to allow you to endure the feeling, and he began alternating between his targets rather than solely focusing on your clit. Kisses on your labia, licks into your entrance, slurps on your juices. You had no choice but to cum again.

“Just like that. Keep cumming in my mouth, I know you got it in you,” he placed soothing kisses on your soaked thighs, “And I’m gonna drag every single one of those orgasms out of you. No matter how long it takes.”

Hyunjin paused the extravagant attention he was giving you, and allowed a brief refractory period for you to breathe. While you were trying to remember what year it was, he reached for his drawer and picked out several toys carefully as if he was trying to decide what to wear that night, eventually settling on a clear dildo.

“No matter what the means are,” he flashed a perverse vermillion smile while settling between your thighs again, “Let’s go one more time, beautiful.”

By then, you were so drenched that when Hyunjin slowly pushed the toy inside, the lewd squelch it made was clearly audible. The curvature of the dildo was reaching just the right spot inside you, and that change of sensation was more than welcome, letting your sore clit recuperate for a while. If Hyunjin asked you right then whether this felt better than him eating you out, you would definitely say yes. Nevertheless, after what he deemed was an appropriate amount of time passed, his obsession, or fixation for that matter, prevailed and he lowered himself between your legs again.

“You know I just can’t leave you alone, beautiful.”

You were writhing under him as he kept fucking you while eating you out, eventually inducing a third orgasm in you. You were in no state to think what he would finally consider enough, and although the tears kept streaming down your face, much to your surprise, you realized how much you loved this twisted alloy of pleasure and pain.

“More. Cum for me more,” Hyunjin slurped on your clit, “Give me everything. All of you.”

He gently pulled the dildo out of you and picked up another assault weapon to serve his ulterior motives. From the looks of it, it was a vibrator with a clitoral stimulator attached to it.

“If I could, I would lick the most sensitive spots inside you myself,” Hyunjin declared while opening a bottle of lube, “but since I’m not able to…”

Although you were soaking wet, he still coated the toy in an ample amount of lube for good measure, and slid it inside you until the tip of the vibrator made contact with the end of your walls. He aligned the exterior stimulator against your clit and when he pressed on, you jolted due to the intense feeling even though it was at the lowest frequency.

“Feels great, doesn't it? Like I'm actually licking you there, too.”

Hyunjin kept watching your face with his lips parted, heavily breathing and nodding to the rhythm of your moans. You didn’t know what was more arousing; the way he was this turned on untouched simply by making an absolute mess out of you, face getting more contorted the louder you moaned, or the sheer physical ministrations drowning your body. You were loudly crying by the time he made you cum for the fourth time consecutively.

“So beautiful. God, so, so, so beautiful,” he kept admiring your throbbing pussy, “Look at you. Fucking look at you.”

You were so disoriented by then you had no idea for how long you were at this. Hyunjin pulled the toy out of you and climbed on top of you to let you properly come down this time.

“You’re so damn pretty when you cry out of pleasure. You fucking mess me up,” he hissed with a frowned face and began drowning your face in soothing kisses, “I know you’re very sensitive right now.”

No. Sensitive wasn't the right word. It was not even remotely related to what he put you through, let alone covering the meaning of what ‘sensitive’ actually was. He wiped the tears off your face with his thumb and looked straight into your eyes.

“Do you want me?”

If the question was ‘Do you desire me?’, it would have been fine. There was nothing more erotic than his mere presence, nobody sexier dead or alive, but your response was loaded with an inevitable doom either way. If you said no, you risked stopping this insanity of ecstasy for good and you weren't sure whether you were ready to let that go yet, not to mention that would be the biggest lie you had ever told. If you said yes, on the other hand, he was for sure going to make you sob. Uncontrollably.

You nodded nevertheless.

“Then let’s fuck, beautiful. You’re just the right amount of wet for me,” Hyunjin took your lips between his and kissed you for what seemed like an eternity, “You’re about to feel something you’ve never felt before. I promise.”

‘Just the right amount’ meaning your inner thighs were drenched in your own cum. He pulled out a dagger from his drawer and cut the ropes to finally free you of your captivity. When Hyunjin undressed himself and got on his knees, you noticed just how much he was leaking. Pure salivation material.

“You’re- You’re not gonna use protection?”

“No,” Hyunjin declared with a firm voice, “I’m gonna fuck you raw tonight. I need direct contact with your skin, and if an accident happens, so be it.”

You clenched. He glanced down at the way you were throbbing and darted his eyes up at you again, slightly suspicious of whether what he was assuming was true or not.

“Don’t mind if I have my way with you when you’re carrying my child.”

You clenched again, immediately prompting a devilish smile to spill on his lips as he came closer to you.

“You don’t mind either, do you? You don’t mind me quenching my thirst from these pretty nipples? I hear they’re supposed to grow when you’re pregnant,” he brushed his fingers against your breasts and softly whispered, “I hear you’re supposed to be extra sensitive. Just imagine the heights I can take you to. It’s gonna be fucking unreal.”

Gonna be. Like he was actually about to do it. 

Hyunjin finally aligned himself with your entrance and even though he just pushed the tip in, he noticed how comfortably he could slide in with one easy move.

“GOD, you’re so fucking wet. Gonna make me blow just a few pumps in.”

The real thing. Nothing could compare to the real thing. Nothing could compare to the unmatched body control Hyunjin had, knowing exactly how to move inside you, how to give you that feeling of fullness, just how to drive you fucking crazy.

“Feel me throbbing inside you?”

“Yes, I do. I do!” you responded with what came out as a desperate moan.

“I fucking love it when you react to me like that.”

Hyunjin buried himself into you to the hilt and picked up his pace, absolutely loving the way he was disappearing into you so easily.

“Look how well you take it, my fucking god,” he sank his fingertips into your legs, “You take it so well. You take it exactly like you should.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have liked the feeling of claim this much, but then again, everything you thought was true about the acts of passion went out the window the second you let Hyunjin touch you. He was doing it again. He was making you question so many things in the most gratifying way possible, and it was going to feel this good every time, you would rather slap yourself than complain about it. You started clenching around him.

“Ah, just like that. Force it out of me now. Force me.”

“Closer,” you grabbed his waist and pulled his body towards you, “Tell me how good it feels.”

“So good. So fucking good. FUCK!” Hyunjin kept ramming himself into you with shortened breath, “You’re the sexiest fucking thing to ever exist, beautiful.”

You held his sweat-covered face between your hands and locked your eyes with Hyunjin’s darkened gaze, down so bad with how overwhelmed he was by desire.

“You do know I deserve that load, right?”

“Yes.”

“You’re gonna fill me up or what?”

“Yes. Oh, god, YES!” Hyunjin pressed his forehead against yours, “With a pussy this pretty, how could I not fill you up? Never wanna pull out of you again. Ever.”

His rhythm reached a dangerous point courtesy of how much you managed to turn him on with your mere words, threatening to drill you into that mattress. You held onto his shoulders like you were trying to hold on to dear life.

“Just– Harder– God!”

“Of course you deserve it, beautiful. You fucking deserve to be creampied by your prince.”

“Hyunjin…”

It was reflexive. Even if you wanted to form a full sentence with verbs and everything, he was fucking your wits out of you, so the only word you could remember was his name. When it came out as a sultry moan like that, it cracked a whip on Hyunjin’s back at full force.

“Look at me, princess. Don’t take your eyes off of me,” he pierced two holes into your soul with labored breathing, “Say it again. Make me cum to your pretty face.”

“Hyunjin.”

“Again.”

“Hyunjin.”

“Again!”

“Hyunjin!”

“SCREAM IT!”

“HYUNJIN!”

This was a brand-new sight, but damn was it still a strikingly jaw-dropping one. His eyes squeezed shut, letting out animalistic groans like he was gasping for air while shooting his entire load in your deepest corners, just riding out his orgasm like he was in a trance, mumbling things to himself with every thrust in an utterly fucked-out voice.

“God… Yes… Yes… Where it belongs… Fuck… Fuck!!!”

It was his turn to be dragged through hell for a change. The second a drop of sanity spread through your synapses, you wrapped your legs around his waist and started clenching with all your might.

“S-stop. Stop milking me, I’m gonna get hard again!”

You inadvertently laughed at giving him a taste of his own medicine. Granted, this was nothing compared to what he put you through, but it was still nice to know what you were able to do to him if the fancy ever struck.

“What’s so funny? You like the idea of getting me hard again?” Hyunjin wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. Your response came out mixed with a yawn.

“Maybe I do.”

“You do, huh? Maybe I like the idea of getting you wet again,” Hyunjin reciprocated the smirk on your face far from translating into affection, “but I’ll clean you up first.”

Your eyelids felt so heavy that you weren’t gonna be able to keep them open for much longer, yet you snapped them open and jolted in your place when you felt Hyunjin’s tongue at your entrance.

“Hyunj–”

“Shh, I’m just cleaning you up,” he grabbed your wrists to prevent you from stopping him, “I should have done this long ago. Did you know you taste even better with my flavor?” 

You let yourself fall back to the bed again as Hyunjin kept eating his own cum out of you. You were way too spent to even resist him at that point.

“Feel free to fall asleep, princess,” he kissed your thighs for the billionth time that night, “Just know that I’ll fuck you awake a couple of times until the morning.”

“Her excellency is expecting you at her chambers this evening after dinner time.”

Sometimes no matter how much you wanted to say ‘Bro, what?’ to a guard, you just had to swallow it. What could she possibly have to discuss with y—

Wait a second.

It was true that you lost all sense of logic while getting drunk on Hyunjin on quiet nights, but one fact still remained intact: her majesty was not supposed to know about her son’s dirty little secrets. Was that what she wanted to talk to you about because if so, you were – in the very literal sense of the word – royally fucked.

For your first visit to the main residence, you were escorted by guards after guards after guards in different floors and halls like you were some ambassador carrying state secrets. The sixth guard opened the door for you to walk into the corridor leading to the queen’s chambers. You took a deep breath and started walking to your target when—

“Princess?”

You jumped in your place upon that voice echoing in the quiet corridor. When you turned around you saw Hyunjin in a much different attire than his usual night robe. He was clad in a black one with elegant silvery white embroidery around his collar and sleeves and a matching black and white shirt underneath. You briefly wondered whether the royal wardrobe had always consisted of combat boots.

“What are you doing here?”

“I uh– I’m– Her majesty wanted to see me.”

“She did, huh?” he checked you out from head to toe and spoke before leaving, “Tell her I said hi.”

You would be lying if you said it didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Except for the surprised namecalling, Hyunjin’s overall demeanor was really cold like he didn’t even know you. Then again, what were you expecting right in front of the queen’s chambers? For him to declare his undying love for you?

“Enter.”

Wow, okay, no ‘Come in’ like a regular person. Sure.

“You asked for me, your majesty?”

“Ah, yes.”

Damn, this woman possessed the aura of a thousand empresses. Even when she politely smiled, you were still internally yelling ‘What am I doing wrong?!’ at maximum volume. When the guard said ‘her chambers’, for some reason you imagined her own room, but this large hall seemed more like a place she hosted people in, somewhere between a study and a living room.

Jesus christ, why the fuck would the queen ask to meet in her private chambers like you are BFFs? Way to get ahead of yourself…

“Starting today,” Hyejin floated towards the little teapot she had on an ornate ebony table, “we will be commencing your training and every time you're here, you will be sleeping in the guest room on this floor.”

“My training?”

“Yes. You do remember me saying I could teach you a thing or two, no?”

You glued your eyes to her hands. Hyejin made pouring tea look like an ancient art. You remembered the texture of these delicate cups; Hyunjin had a similar pair in his little room on your floor. She pushed your mug towards you, gave you the teapot, and gestured at her empty one.

“Now you pour it for me.”

That was it? You were supposed to pour tea?

You just mimicked the way she filled your cup to a T, but her expression gave away that she was more than content.

“You are indeed a keen observer, aren’t you?”

Maybe, but Hyejin still gave you no explanation as to why you were summoned that day. While you kept looking at her with questioning eyes, she got up to her feet.

“Rise.”

You stood up. She started floating towards the door this time.

“Walk with me.”

Hyejin kept walking two steps ahead of you for some time. Then she slowed down and made way for you to lead. You kept walking straight to the door.

“Don’t droop your shoulders. Head high.”

You did as she said, still having no clue why you were subjected to this manners training, not the mention from the queen herself.

“Turn around. Walk towards me.”

You softened your movements based on a quick calculation of what the queen might have been expecting of you. She just stood there in the middle of the ginormous hall with her hands clasped right under her bosom.

“Hands in front of you. Gracefully.”

You copied her posture exactly, and she didn’t give any further instructions until you stood right in front of her.

“Thank you,” Hyejin slowly bowed, which immediately prompted you to do your usual 90-degree bow across her. You heard disapproving tutting coming from above you.

“Not like that. We are two peers at a dojo. Again.”

If somebody told you you would be practicing casual greetings with the queen several months ago, you would ask them which psych ward they were residing at, but there you were.

“Why are you doing this for me, your highness?”

“I’ve always wanted a daughter I can teach these to,” Hyejin lovingly responded while returning to the table, “Between you and me, my sons are little rascals when it comes to things like these.”

Ooh lady, if you only knew…

“Say, do you know what adult ceremonies are, child?” she asked while taking a polite sip from her porcelain cup.

“Yes, your highness. It’s the 21st birthdays of the royal blood.”

“I’ve seen your health reports,” she folded her hands on her lap, “I am aware that you are not a virgin.”

What even…? Not only that was none of anyone’s goddamn business, why was that in your health reports in the first place?

“Does that displease you?”

“On the contrary,” she softly tilted her head, “I did ask you to teach a thing or two to the residents of this estate, didn’t I?”

This could not be headed to somewhere good, solely judging from the way she was wording it. You opted for not jumping to conclusions and kept your composure instead.

“What does that mean exactly?”

“I would like you to escort my son during his adult ceremony.” 

“Escort?”

“It’s just for one night. There will be some festivities thrown in his honor and you’re going to accompany him. You can wear whatever you would wear outside for spending time with your peers for casual celebrations,” then her tone of voice changed drastically like she wanted you to understand how important her following words were, “You are not to see him again after that and you will not divulge this information to him.”

Did you even have a say in this matter? Her excellency could say ‘She would like you to do’ things all she wanted, but you were well aware it actually translated into ‘You will do’ the aforementioned things, or else. 

Still, the news of not being able to see Hyunjin again…

“What exactly am I going to be teaching him?”

“How to please a woman. He’s waited long enough.”

HAHAHAHA, BITCH YOU THOUGHT!

It took everything in your power not to snort, but more importantly, it was appalling how her majesty seemed to be genuinely unaware of what was going on within her own walls. Really? She really believed that her own flesh and blood was able to declare war against his most basic needs? Whatever the fuck happened to the notorious intelligence channels of the royal estate?

This was not a request of course; it was an order. How convenient was it that you were invited to some familiar territory? Why, of course, you could escort his grace for one night.

For one last night, apparently.

“You are also to make sure he doesn’t touch anybody else that night. Understood?”

Sure, I’ll also be his chaperone while I’m at it I guess.

“I consider it an honor, your highness.”

On the other side of the medallion were things you were unaware of, of course. Hyejin knew what a huge risk this was. One night could ruin a lot of things, or worse, it could leave you begging for more of the things you could not have. She should have known; she had made the same mistake long ago. Twenty-one years ago to be precise. 

It took incessant insistence on Hyejin’s part, but the apple of her eye finally spilled his guts and made it crystal clear to her that he didn’t want to have anything to do with some imported streetwalker, very unlike the tendencies of his father. Not the actual one, the one on paper. He said he wanted you. How could she say no? How could she deny her baby the one thing he asked for after all those years of waiting? This was her way of giving a gift to her favorite son.

Unlike the other one, he had deserved it after all.

Self-control. The virtue of a future king. The key to his freedom and eventual happiness. Chris had to prove he had it, and damn did he do one hell of a job.

“Your excellency?”

Hyunjin knocked on his older brother’s door and peeked inside just to find him lounging on a leather sofa, reading what seemed like one of his favorite poetry books.

“Nervous?”

“Not really.”

“You’re becoming a man tonight,” Hyunjin declared in an exaggeratedly sultry voice, “I thought you’d be looking forward to it.”

“It’s just a party. We’re gonna eat, drink, and get wasted probably.”

“You’re also gonna pop your cherry, man, come on,” Hyunjin slapped his brother on the back, “One of us is finally getting some.”

Lying through his teeth like it was nothing. As if he hadn’t started fucking all the entertainers the second he turned legal out of pure spite. Hyunjin had already made through the entire roster twice by then. He even had his favorites.

But those favorites were reserved for either nights of great triumphs or great sorrow.

“Such classy language, your grace,” Chris chuckled and put a bookmark on the page he stopped reading, “How you even lasted this long is beyond me.”

“I keep telling you. There are shitloads of toys you could utilize.”

“Or you could have let me borrow yours.”

“I don’t share. Find your own,” Hyunjin replied curtly and batted his eyelashes at Chris, “Or is it too much for your toxic masculinity, sword boy?”

“HEY!”

He loudly cackled at the rise he was able to get out of Chris. Meanwhile, his brother didn’t seem all that enthused about the night on the horizon.

“I really want you there, Hyun. Can’t you sneak out?”

“It’s fine, brother. You have fun tonight for both of us. You deserve it,” he slapped the older’s shoulder again, “The second you come back I want all the details, though.”

Hyunjin was not allowed to attend Chris’ adult ceremony for he was not an ‘adult’ in the eyes of the royal council, but more importantly, he got a hold of the information of who Chris’ escort was going to be that night. While his initial motive was to stop seeing whoever his brother’s assigned company for that night was going to be…

It was plain unbearable even thinking of you and him together in whatever capacity, so he had to distract himself in the only way he knew how. Just like he did the day before when you weren’t in your room doing god knows what. 

Why weren’t you in your room? Where could you have possibly gone?

Hyunjin got so damn upset at your absence that he invited Chris out for a night drive to seemingly blow off some steam. Then he went back to his catharsis room to get high. If you were back, he was prepared to get rid of whoever was waiting for him in that bed. He could have made you come to your senses in his arms instead, but you didn’t show up.

‘Hit this and strip. It’s time to play.’

Hyunjin had to shut down for the night. Otherwise, he was either going to make himself go certifiably insane, or do something very very stupid. When he appeared in your corridor again, he looked at your door for some time, currently basked in total darkness. He clenched his teeth in the utter frustration of not being able to do jack shit about any of this and slid his door open.

“Hope I didn’t make you wait for too long, kittens,” he said while untying his belt, “My brother’s turning 21 tonight. We’re gonna have a little celebration of our own.”

…for nights of great triumphs or great sorrow.

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i wanna know who the hell is HER like i feel like it’s someone close to op yaknow ALSO THIS DID NOT SHOW UP IN MY NOTIFS? i refreshed my tumblr and then BAAM this showed up on my feed but not on my notifs <//3

ARCANE | CH.7 | NCT DREAM X READER

Summary: When you decided to apply for a researcher post in an elusive institute, you already had the feeling that you’ll be getting yourself knee-deep into something out of the ordinary. But desperate needs require desperate measures, and so you embraced the invite, despite all the alarm signals urging you to run away. What you found out was nothing you’d ever expected.

Seven boys.

Seven human deviants granted with abilities tied to the legendary Arcana Cards.

Welcome to Project Dream.

Pairing: Various Dream Members x Reader

Trigger Warnings/Themes: violence, torture, trauma, very slight yandere themes, poly dynamics, suggestive themes, language, psychological, mystery, sci-fi. Romance will take a little bit of a backseat on this one since this is more of a suspense-driven plot, but it will still be threaded in the overall story. The concept of the tarot or Arcana cards will be loosely used throughout the series. Note that I am not a trained doctor so there may be some slips here and there about medical things. Again, this is a work of fiction and I am not implying any likeness between the characterization here of the boys to their real life counterparts. I also reserve the rights to all my work—I do not post anywhere else other than tumblr. Minors DNI.

> CH. 1 | CH. 2 | CH.3 | CH.4 | CH.5 | CH.6

Chapter Song: 

Can You Keep a Secret? > Ellise

The dreams have become a normal part of your nights by now.

You already know where you are before your vision even came into focus. The sprawling, endless walls, the red carpeted floor half covered with smoke, and the sole white door with the burned bronze knob welcomed you with the familiarity similar to a home you’ve long left behind. You’ve grown so accustomed to this slice of scene so much that you’ve memorized every single detail about it—or at least the ones that remain the same every time you find yourself in this imagined world. 

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