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omg pls the thought of Felix cumming too quickly is so hot to me. it’s like he’s a virgin all over again especially when you let him use you freely (bonus if it’s unprotected) and he’s all sloppy and desperate to fill you 😩😩😩😩

i think boys cumming too quickly is god tier and it’s my favorite headcanon about felix

more thoughts about felix cumming too quickly under the cut:

he would be so cute trying to hold back at first, but you immediately notice how close he is by the way his face scrunches up and it feels like his hips are moving on their own. you take pity on him and tell him it’s okay, you know it feels too good for him, he can use your pussy to make himself cum.

felix’ face would burn up with a delicious mix of humiliation and arousal. he would quietly ask you “really?”, but his thrusts are already getting sloppier before he can even wait for your answer. you don’t mind - it’s not like he was fucking you good before anyway - to you there is nothing prettier than how desperate felix looks when chasing his high.

it doesn’t even take two minutes when you notice his groans changing to breathless, desperate whines in the back of his throat. when you cup his burning hot face in your hands to make him look at you felix immediately starts stammering “m’sorry, so s-sorry, i can’t- i need- please, sorry but, please just let me-“ when you tell him it’s okay, you want him to fill you up, felix cums immediately, his body shaking on top of you as he whimpers with every long spurt he pushes inside of your cunt.

he’s too fucked out to truly be embarrassed about it afterwards, but he still keeps apologizing to you for losing it so quickly, promising to himself that he’ll last longer next time. he won’t.

my brain is rotten with dumb sub felix between my thighs begging to try to make me cum with his cute little fingers his face already covered in slick from when he tried with his mouth

-🦇

felix would be so eager to figure out what you like and learn to get you off in any way possible. he just desperately wants a chance to prove that he can be good for you and he’ll quickly turn to begging if he fears you won’t indulge him a bit more. you love how willing felix is, trying his very best to find your favorite spots with his cute tongue and short fingers, whining for you to help him out when he just can’t get it right.

it’s too bad your baby gets distracted so quickly. part of the reason making you cum is so difficult for him is because he gets so lost in the way you feel around his fingers and taste on his tongue, the way you twist your hands in his hair and coo at him with that voice that makes him feel dumb and floaty. sometimes it’s all too much and felix can’t help pressing his free hand against his clothed erection. his hips keep subtly pushing forward against the tingling stimulation until his orgasm makes him gasp and shake, your pleasure abandoned for a minute as felix gets overwhelmed by his own high.

you can’t really be upset with your selfish baby though. not when his glassy eyes widen with panic when he realizes what he’s done, immediately pleading for another chance to make you feel good, maybe even suggesting you just use him this time because he knows he’s still too dumb to do it properly :(

okay but sweet little praises with felix and his tiny dick that fits perfectly in the palm of your hand when you jerk him off, giving him kisses on his neck and calling him your pretty boy and telling him how good he is for you :(( and overstimulating him a little bit after he comes and you tell him it's bc his dick is so cute you can't keep your hands off it (also hi can i put in the request to be ☕️ anon pls)

welcome ☕️ anon, i’m happy to have you on my blog

felix would be so adorable, his mouth opening slightly to let out happy little groans with every upstroke of your hand, body melting back against you as he enjoys the attention on his sensitive neck. there’s a light blush spreading on his nose and cheeks that only deepens whenever to murmur how pretty he is for you, how perfect his little cock is like it was made for you to play with, what a good boy he is for letting you touch him like this.

when felix cums his body arches, dick twitching pathetically in your hand as you rub him through it until the overstimulation has him shuddering and squirming in your hold.

felix bites back a whine when you softly run your thumb over the sticky, sensitive tip of his cock before he even fully softens again. he starts fussing in your hold, squirming away from the overwhelming sensation as he whispers “too much, too much”. you don’t stop your touches, you simply slow them down, telling felix to be good for you and let you play a little more, you just haven’t gotten enough of his cute little dick yet. this makes felix settle down a bit, letting your hands and lips roam freely again as his cock returns to full hardness. only his trembling thighs and the tears pooling in the corners of his eyes telling you how overstimulated he is.

I keep thinking about giving Felix his first prostate orgasm and he gets so loud & would legit cry of pleasure. just fingering him in a fast pace and he’s begging mindlessly to keep going. I feel like he wouldn’t even be able to touch his cock without cumming all over himself because of ur fingers pounding into his prostate. add to it some dirty talk and he’s gone.

oh, felix would love it so much

he’s already so trusting that you’ll always take care of him and make him feel good, so it’s easy to get him to relax enough for you to gently work your fingers inside of him. it doesn’t take long until felix is asking you to speed up, his nose scrunching at the squelching sound of your lubed up fingers moving inside of him, but he can’t complain - not when the way your digits drag against his walls and push up against his prostate perfectly soon has him at a loss for words.

felix has never been ashamed of his pleasure, but you’ve never heard him get as loud as he does when you grind the pads of your three fingers against his sensitive nerves in a way that has to be just short of painful and absolutely overwhelming.

when you start talking dirty to him, felix is gone immediately, mouth hanging open in a silent scream while his body starts trembling with the force of his orgasm as he cums the hardest he ever has in his life.

Can’t stop thinking about bratty sub chan, whining and begging to cum

i was abt to say i can’t see chan being a brat but considering how much he annoys the other members…you definitely right 👀 and the way he’s always tryin to act cute n convince everyone he’s the true maknae? he’s a baby. he’s not even bratty bc he necessarily wants punishment (but u can’t tell me he isn’t a light painslut) he just wants your attention and will throw a fit if he doesn’t get it

i imagine you’re maybe trying to get some work done and he’s bored and needy and you aren’t kissing him enough (how dare!!! he needs a kiss every 10 seconds or he’ll die!!!!) and he’s just bothering you. poking your side, nuzzling into your neck and leaving small pecks, whining and pouting and eventually it leads into a fit. he gets all huffy >.< and you’re definitely endeared but you have work you have to get done and you’ve already had to put it off like 10 times because he wanted attention.

you’re trying to be sweet (because baby loves compliments and being praised even though he gets shy) and calm him down but it isn’t working and he just keeps trying to argue and eventually it causes you to have to use force. the funny thing abt brat!chan is that all it takes is a swift yank of his hair and he’s melting in your hands. his brain turns off, he’s full mush.

and now he’s really gotten himself in trouble because he’s leashed to the table with a vibrator tied to his desperately hard cock while you work. occasionally when he starts trying to fight back, you just press your foot onto his cock, not with intention to hurt but just increase the pressure. make him REALLY start begging. and of course, the rule is he can’t cum until you’re finished with what you’re doing. (you’re at least nice enough to leave the vibrator at the lowest setting, but it’s edging him and it’s torture)

barely 10 minutes in, he’s softly sobbing, rutting into the air, quietly begging. pleading. “i’m so sorry, ma’am (or sir, whichever you prefer!). i’m sorry for being a brat, i’ll do anything. i wanna be a good boy, i-i promise i’ll be good. just please, i can’t take it anymore. need your touch so bad.”

and you just can’t help it. you’ve got a little more to do, but baby’s so pretty when he cries :( you can’t help but take pity on him, cooing at him and kissing away his tears.

“have you learned your lesson, honey?”

“yes, yes! i’ll never bother you when you’re working again, i promise!”

the vibrator comes off, and you reward him with some neck kisses (and bites, god he’d mark up so well) and your soft hands around his cock. it doesn’t take long before he’s making a mess, leaving a small pool of his cum on the carpet. you’ll make him clean that later.

both of you clean up, you give him the aftercare he needs, lots of cuddles and praises and all the kisses he can take and before long he’s fast asleep on your lap. and finally, you can get some damn work done T_T

(this turned out longer than i intended, i always end up wandering off omfg)

Hyunjin who loves his girlfriend’s small boobs because he finds it so adorable how perfectly they fit in his big hands 🤧

“what you lack in size you make up for in attitude” cus hyune is a brat tamer 100% i don’t make the rules. but he’ll appreciate your small tiddies in every single way. his favorite thing is spooning you awake and pawing at your boobs cus it’s just the right size and makes his size kink go brrrrrr. also thoroughly enjoys sucking your tits just to have something in his mouth. he thinks you’re so so pretty when you’re on your back and he’s fucking you and your lil tits jiggle, he giggles cus it’s just too cute.

Nerdy changbin(changbin with those glasses yk what i mean). Changbin just begging for you to let him dominate you, “just for this one time, please?” Hes pussy drunk now. Repeatedly slamming his cock inside of you. Giving you no time to think. His harsh thrust drives you insane. “F..fuck baby” he said while having his warm hands around your waist. Hes so loud that the whole dorm hall can hear him. Hes moaning and whimpers, asking for you permission to let him cum. Once you finally gave him permission, he hasn’t stopped since then. Watching your belly get full of his cum makes him wanna breed your swollen cunt. The room is so hot and heavy that his glasses are getting foggy. Hes so obsessed with you that he can never get enough.

he follows you around , begging you. "baby , please , just this once." he pleads , you finally agree and he waste no energy , picking you up , taking you to his room.

he's rough , basically manhandling your poor body , putting you into different positions , fucking into you. "fu..fucking hell baby , look at that ass go." he holds your waist , abusing your cunt , grabbing your hands , holding it behind your back , you scream at the new angle he was hitting. "ch..changbin fuck!"

he his loud , grunting and moaning , you're both sure you'll be getting a noise compliant , but the way he's making you feel , you both don't give a fuck , the way you're making each other feel.

"you...you're so big." you moan , your brain fuzzy. "your pussy is taking me so well , squeezing my cock -fuck- im gonna cum , please can i cum inside you." he's begging you to let him breed you.

once he cums inside , it's like his mind goes dumb , instead of pulling out , he fucks his cum back in you , filling you up a few more times , small bulge in your stomach. "to..too much, i can't take any more." he's panting , his glasses all fogged up , as he's emptying another load into your abused pussy.

"just another one baby , just another load , i want to see it leaking out of you."

puppy seungmin or bunny changbinnnnn brainrot pleaseeeeeee asdfghjkl

bunny!changbin would be so so cute :(( his soft fluffy tail and ears, his cute little nose scrunching up every time you deny his orgasm. big brown eyes rimmed with tears and voice already hoarse from begging, "please, imma be a good boy for you, 'm your good bunny," wet sniffles turning into moans of pleasure when you finally let him cum. hot, thick ropes spilling all over his tummy, his frustrated cries when he sees the wasted mess turning into high-pitched whines as you sink down on his aching cock. the overstimulation hurts, but he wants to breed you so bad, and he said he'll be good for you... so he lets you use him to get off and milk his cock for hours, making good use of that rabbit stamina :))

“Hi lix.” You chirp watching your boyfriend grab something from the fridge.

He smiles upon your voice, moving to face you but your hands trap around his waist, squeezing his back against your chest. His eyes crinkle as you sway him side to side.

“Hi baby.” Now he finally turns around in your grasp but before he could say anything he’s cut off with your hands slipping under his shirt.

You bite your lip as you watch his reaction. Gliding your hands along his waist, over his abs, finally resting them back on his waist. He’s flushing red, looking around to make sure no one else is near.

“Have I ever told you how much I love your small waist?” You whisper and he’s gulping. “It’s so perfect.” His eyes are lidded not being able to resist your touch.

One hand wraps around his neck to bring him closer to you. Your lips wrap around his addams apple and he’s moaning. A hand shooting up to cover his mouth.

“Fuck, babe not here please, let’s go in my room.” He can feel his cock strain against his shorts, wanting to melt onto the counter you had him pushed up against.

He felt helpless, your mouth was licking and sucking his neck and your hands gliding along his torso, the other one rubbing him through his shorts. A pitiful whine leaves his throat as he throws his head back.

Felix was to sensitive for his own good, so it always made your job easier and teasing way more fun. You pull away abruptly, making his eyes snap open.

He’s met with your figure walking away, cutting around the corner. He whines loudly following after you.

“Not again.” He huffs, running to follow you in his room so you could help him with his problem.

Mommy Hyunjin tilting your chin up to look at him

Mommy Hyunjin making you explain why you've been so bad tonight. "It was an important dinner baby "

Mommy Hyunjin who almost feels bad for his bad little baby when she says "y-you're just too pretty mommy"

Mommy Hyunjin who makes you admit that his beauty alone got you soaked through your little panties

Mommy Hyunjin who calls you a pathetic little one, asking why you cant just be good for once?

Mommy Hyunjin who is "sorry but she's going to have to punish you for embarrassing her"

Mommy Hyunjin who makes you split your legs open wide for him

Mommy Hyunjin who isn't yet convinced that your plan wasn't to embarrass him after all

Mommy Hyunjin who slides his cock out of his trousers not even bothering to push them all the way down

Mommy Hyunjin who squeezes your chin hard when you mumble little "please"s

Mommy Hyunjin who sinks his long cock inside of you, pressing your thighs open

Mommy Hyunjin who says "can't go one night without mommy's cock stuffed deep in your little tummy?"

Mommy Hyunjin who slaps your tits everytime you're close to cumming, "oh baby not yet... you know better"

Mommy Hyunjin who won't let you cum until he's ruined your little cunt with his messy seed over and over again

Mommy Hyunjin who makes you say "sorry mommy!" while you're cumming hard on his cock

@kaciidubs no i will not be taking questions at this time, I am fully incapacitated

❛ON CAMERA❜ ( h. hyunjin )

p. camboy!hyunjin x fem!reader w. 1.4k

warnings? masturbation, unprotected sex, filming, dirty talk

— 𖦹 ( hyunjin catching you watching you his stream and invites you to joing ) !

authors note. this was supposed to be shorter but i got carried away.

when you moved into your apartment your roommate made it clear what he did for a living— he was a camboy. You didn’t care though; rent was cheap, he bought most of the food and cooked, and he was nice — but curiosity eventually got to you and you looked up his name.

the first time you got off to his stream; you could barely look him in the eyes. Eventually you got over the embarrassment, using his stream as your main source of entertainment to make yourself cum on your fingers; he was completely unaware to your slightly perverted ways— well at least that’s what you thought.

much like many nights before, you found yourself spread out in your bed, laptop next to you; headphones in and your hands in you short, slowly rubbing your clit as hyunjin stroked himself, reading off certain comments.

“fu-fuck you want me to go faster?” *strokes faster* “if I go any faster im gonna cum all over myself.” *faster* “fuck i wish it was you i was cumming all over.”

that last sentence made you moan, quickly biting your lip so he would hear; moving your fingers faster as you worked towards your orgasm along with him — completely unaware that hyunjin knew what you were doing and he had known, and he was smirking.

He found out after using your computer, stumbling across a tab you kept up, clicking it and to his surprise— it was his account that popped. he thought it was cute, watching you struggle to look at him the next morning after a stream, stuttering over your words when he handed you a plate of food.

he's always wanted to fuck you— the moment you moved in; you were just so precious, you were a little shy and timid, slowly warming up to him, he was obsessed but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, but listening to your moans from the other side of the wall, it seemed like you wanted it to.

“fu-fuck.” he whimpered, squeezing himself, the comments telling him to slow down; edging himself. “wo-would you guys be upset if i bought a guest.” he groaned, reading the comments.

fuck please it would be so hot.

i wish it was me.

im jealous

he smiled, knowing that last comment came from you. “good, i already know she’ll say yes.” he groaned. “she such a precious she’ll look so good on camera.” he stroked his cock faster, his cock twitching in his hand, he was about to cum. “and i know she’ll be a good girl for me on camera, cause she’s such a good girl for me in real life -shit- listens to everything i say.” he groaned. “oh fuck im about to cum.” the thought of him fucking you sending him over the edge. “fuck im cumming” his load shooting from his tip, landing all over his stomach

shit he’s so fucking hot

he came so much this time, must be thinking of that mystery girl …

when can we see her?

“you can meet her tonight, if she’s finished making herself cum on her tiny fingers while watching me, and just come into my room.”

your heart stopped— he was talking about you? he knew you were watching him? he wanted to fuck you— on camera nonetheless. “oh fuck!” you squealed, feeling yourself cum without warning. he smirked, his cock twitching as he heard you cum. “you guys can’t hear her right now, but she sounds so cute when she cums.”

fuck please go get her.

god i want to hear her now

fuck i wish it was me.

“you see that baby?” it felt like he was staring at you through the screen. “people are waiting for you, you don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?” you shut your laptop, slowly getting up; your clothes disheveled, opening your door, making your way down the hall to his room.

he heard your little knock on his door, his already hard. “there she is, told you she was a good girl.” he said. “come in baby.” you opened the door, standing in the walk way nervous. “don’t be nervous pretty girl.” he beckoned you in. “everyone is waiting for you.” he said.

you finally got the courage to walk to him, standing right in front of him. “good girl, let me ask you this.” he said toying with your waistband. “do you want to be filmed, because i’ll turn this camera off and fuck you privately, I don’t want you doing anything you aren’t comfortable with.”

That alone made you whine. “it-its okay.” he smiled. “then come sit and say hi.” he patted his lap, you slowly sat down, sitting on his cock, he groaned. “fuck princess, want to rip these clothes off.” He kissed your neck. “say hi to everyone.” You moaned as he bit down on your neck, working on your shorts. “h-hi.”

she’s so cute.

fuck I wanna watch her cum.

god he’s so lucky.

“i am aren’t i?” he pulled your shorts down throwing them on his bed. “get to see this cutie everyday.” he spread your legs, cursing in your ear. “such a pretty pussy.” he propped your legs on his, making you lean back. “look how pretty her pussy is.” you felt a wave of pleasure on your mound as he cupped your cunt, you moaned out. “hy-hyune.”

he sunk his fingers into your pussy, his fingers covered in your juices from your previous endeavors. “so wet for me baby, isn’t she so wet.” You heard all the donations coming in. “cant wait to have you on my cock.” You tightened around his fingers. “hyune im gonna cum.”

“should i let our good girl cum?” he said. “or should i edge her for being a bad girl and getting off to me like a little pervert.” You whined, wiggling in his lap. he slapped your thigh; making you stay still. “be good.”

make her cum please

edge her.

make her cum on your cock please.

“that’s a good idea.” He pulled his fingers out. “please.” You whimpered. “don’t worry princess you’ll get to cum on something better.” hyunjin wasn’t even worried about the camera. “sit up for me baby.”

He grabbed his cock, stroking it. “sh-shit, sit on my cock baby.” You moan, slowly sinking down. “hyune.” You moaned out. “fu-fuck princess keep going, you’ve taken most of my cock already.” He grunted as you sat down fully on him. “there we go, took me all the way.”

He held your hips, bouncing you on his cock. “fuck yeah princess, your pussy is so good.” He groaned. “I bet everyone is so jealous right now, that I get to fuck this pretty cunt -fuck- fill you up with my cock.” His hand came up to your tank top, pulling it down, squeezing your tits. “fuck hyunjin!” you screamed. “louder, let the viewers know how good im fucking you.”

“s-so good.” You moaned. “so deep.” His hand came to your clit, rubbing figure eights on your clit. “yeah, gonna cum for me.” You nodded. “gonna cum.”

fuck let her cum

shit she sounds so good.

i wanna watch both of you cum.

“fuck im gonna cum too.” He grunted. “when we’re done with this -fuck- im gonna turn this camera off and fuck you until you’re running from cock princess.” he moaned. “cum for princess.”

He spread your legs open, your thighs shaking, the knot in your stomach snapping, you gasped for air as you felt your juices pour out of you. “fuck hyunjin.”

she squirted fuck

so messy.

“fuck you made such a mess.” He moaned, his cock twitching inside of you, keeping you still as he fucked up into you, chasing his high. “gonna cum, where do I want it?” he tapped your clit. “you want it inside?”

“yes please.” You cried out. “fuck im cumming!” you felt his load shooting inside of your waiting womb. “shit.” His cock slipped out of you, giving the viewers a shot of his cum leaking out of you. “next time i want you to keep it inside for me.”

He grabbed your jaw, turning your head kissing you deeply. “you liked that?” he pulled away a fire still in his eyes. “y-yeah.” He smirked. “good , cause im not done.” he turned to the camera. “that’s it for you guys tonight.”

“but not for this pretty girl here, im gonna fuck her until her pretty little body gives out.”

©️LUVYENI

⠀ ( drabble ) on live ̨ ! ୨୧ 一 황현진 ՞

⸃ ⸰ ⌁ hyunjin just looks so sexy while he's live you can't help it  ヾ

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「 ୨୧ authors note 」 everytime he goes live i lose a bit of my sanity.

you couldn't help it; you were obsessed with your boyfriend, and the black tank top did nothing for your ovaries, you could just eat him up— sadly you couldn't; because you had to be as quiet as you could be because hyunjin was on live.

running his fingers through his shaggy hair that you loved so much, toying with his plump lips; he just looked like sex, you had to clench your thighs together just to relieve the ache in between your legs.

his soft deep voice is what really set you off; your fingers working it's way down your stomach, and into your shorts; rubbing soft circles on your clit; you let out a low him, that you thought the camera wouldn't pick up, and luckily it didn't; but your boyfriend surely did.

hyunjin wasn't blind nor was he stupid; he knew you, he could tell when you were horny; he could see it out of the corner of his eyes, the clenching of your thighs; he saw your hand in your shorts, his cock straining in his pants as he had to watch you make yourself cum; and he couldn't do anything except force himself to carry on with the live. “what am i look at?”

he turned his head; making eye contact with you, his eyes full of lust. “nothing, there's nothing over there, i thought it was a bug.” he apologized, you bit your lip smirking at his sad excuse, pushing a finger inside your hole, hyunjin let out a low curse as he watched out the corner of his eyes , you fucking yourself, grinding down on your hand; toying with your nipples, he couldn't help it , palming himself below the camera.

he kept talking; his cock was begging to be freed , and you weren't doing anything to help him, your light gasps and moans that he could only hear, he was sweating. “it's hot.” was all he said when fans grew concerned. “so hot.” he coughed to cover up a groan.

watching you cum in his peripheral vision was his finally straw; your eyes rolling to the back of your head had him squeezing his cock to stop himself from cumming on camera , cause he knew he'd be caught; his orgasm face was telling. “i-i have to go.”

hearing him say that, you took your shorts off, panties too as he was saying his goodbye , ready for his cock. “bye stay.” he turned to camera off , turning to you. “fuck you couldn't wait , could you.” your stomach burned with need. “n-no.” he got on to the bed , slapping your hand away. “of course you couldn't, you're an insatiable slut.”

shoving his pants down enough to free his cock , pushing himself inside you. “fuck.” he sighed , pumping himself in and out of you. “fuck hyune.” you moaned , his hands coming up to grope your tits. “you just had to rile me up.” he moaned. “you knew i couldn't get to you, had to watch you fuck yourself.” he was plowing into you, luckily changbin wasn't there because he surely would've heard both of you moaning. “needed you hyune.” he groaned at the nickname. “yeah, my pretty slut needs my cock that bad that she'd fuck herself in front of my fans.”

both of you were close; your cunt gripping him like a vice. “fuck babygirl , m'gonna cum.” he curse. “please cum inside me.” you moaned, tugging at his hair. “fuck im gonna cum hyune!” you gasped , gripping him tightly as you came. “shit.” he cursed, his hips still as he came deep inside you , pulling out to watch him cum leak out of you. “fuck.”

“not done baby, you still need to be punished for being a brat while i was live.”

©LUVYEN

omg omg omg omg NAHHHHH this was SO good, definitely one of my favorites so far!!!!

otherworldly

pairing: alien!jisung x fem!reader

synopsis: You’ve been dating Jisung for while but something is bothering you. Being an over thinker, you assume that you’re the problem but Jisung assures you that isn’t the case at all.

Or Jisung has alien anatomy and is worried about being intimate with you.

☆: @hhwangsmoon @straywrds @l3visbby @armysantiny @hwajin @casualtaelyn @staybangchan @hopeladybug @midsoulz @aestheticsluut @venustired @abiaswreck @reallyloudstarlight @deathlypink @djeniryuu @rachabreathing @alyszaen @starlostseungmin @bokk-minnie @spicymooseeyes @arlojulien-nightchild-of-hades

This fic is explicit. Minors do not interact. The warnings are under the cut.

warnings: minors dni!!, explicit, alien!jisung, monster fucking, jisung has tentacles, tentacle sex, unprotected sex, slight bulging, lots of cum like lots of it, jisung’s cum is an aphrodisiac, i’m not a monster expert pls don’t come for me TT, it’s just pure filth, p with a lil plot

You had been through every possibility under the sun.

As an overthinker, the explanations had ultimately ended up in you deciding that maybe Jisung just didn’t like you enough to be intimate with you. 

You frowned at this.

Your seven month anniversary with him was approaching soon. Seven months and Jisung had shown his love for you everyday since the two of you had gotten together. Even your friends agreed that the poor guy was just as lovesick for you as you were for him. 

You saw it, you felt it, so why was this the only conclusion floating around your head?

“I don’t know,” your best friend mumbles next to you as you finish airing your troubles out to him.

“Maybe his dick is small and he’s embarrassed.”

You shoot a glare in his direction at that. 

“I doubt it. It’s probably just me,” you mutter before grabbing another chicken leg.

“Hey,” Changbin scolds before turning fully in your direction. 

“I’m sure whatever it is has nothing to do with you. Talk to him. You have to keep in mind that he’s an alien. He probably can’t sense that he’s doing something wrong. Humans can’t even pick up on that shit half the time.” 

Changbin had a point. 

Jisung wasn’t like the rest of you. 

When you first met, he had trouble communicating with you. Things were much different on his planet than they were on earth—that much you were certain of.  There was a chance he hadn’t noticed anything wrong. 

Maybe his kind didn’t have sex or procreate in the same way that humans did. Maybe your advances really did fly over his head.

You weren’t sure.

You had never thought about it until now, assuming that there were probably similarities between his species and yours. After all, Jisung was a pretty convincing human.

The thoughts plague your head until the next time you see your boyfriend. However, once he swings open the door, you feel all the weight that you had been carrying this past week dissipate.

With the way Jisung was looking at you, how could you ever believe for even a millisecond that he didn’t love you as much as you loved him?

Jisung pulled you into his arms, tucking his face against your neck. A soft chitter left him, something he had only within the past few months allowed himself to do in front of you. Your heart pounded at the thought of him becoming comfortable enough with you to let his alien quirks show in front of you. 

But that was it. 

The chittering was about the only thing Jisung had shown you. Other than that, you had heard him speak in his native tongue a few times with your other alien friend Minho, but that was extremely rare. 

You hadn’t brought yourself to ask him why. 

But then your best friend's words echoed in your head.

As much as you hated to admit it, Changbin was right. Jisung wouldn’t know what was bothering you if you didn’t talk about it.

An hour or so had passed after arriving at his place. When you were cuddled up with him on the couch and your focus had started to drift from the film you were watching—you finally found the courage to ask him. 

“Ji, can I ask you something?”

Jisung looked a bit startled at the question, maybe even slightly nervous but nodded nonetheless. 

You take a deep breath, trying to think of a way to phrase the subject matter lightly. Instead, all that comes out in your nervousness is, “Why won’t you have sex with me?”

Jisung sputters and you feel your cheeks heat.

Alright, maybe you could have worded the question a little less bluntly.

“W-What?”

“Do you not want to? Do you not like me like that?”

Jisung’s eyes are wide as he quickly shakes his head. 

“N-No it’s not that at all!”

“Then…why?”

You feel frustrated. Not with Jisung, but with all the what ifs plaguing your mind—that have been plaguing your mind for the past week. To your relief Jisung notices this, suddenly looking less alarmed at the question and more somber.

Almost sad.

“It has nothing to do with you baby. Believe me I want to. I just—.”

Jisung stops himself. 

“What is it Ji? You can tell me.”

Jisung’s mouth opens and then closes, his nose scrunching slightly as he tries to find the right words.

“Keeping the glamor on—it takes a lot of energy. I don’t think I could keep it up if we were to be intimate and I don’t want to scare you.”

Your heartstrings tug at how sad Jisung looks.

“Glamor?”

Jisung motions towards himself, “I don’t actually look like this.”

You blink twice at the newfound information but remain quiet so he can continue.

“Also,” he continues, but not before averting his eyes. 

“I don’t exactly have the same anatomy as humans do. I—it’s different.”

“Ji,” you whisper his name before taking his hand into yours. 

“I’m not scared of you. And I don’t care that you aren’t built the same way as humans.”

Jisung’s gaze returns to yours, a frown tugging at the corner of his lips.

“But you haven’t seen me. The real me.”

You inhale deeply before lifting a hand to his cheek. 

“Would you be comfortable showing me?”

There’s a bit of hesitation. Jisung is scared and you’ll admit his reaction does make you a bit nervous, but you love Jisung for who he is—not for what he is. 

“I—I want to show you,” he starts as he leans into your touch. 

“But?”

You can tell he’s holding something back. 

“I don’t want this to change anything between us. After this I’ll never take my glamor off again. I promise I won’t I—.”

“Jisung,” you say his name firmly but softly. 

He shuts up, his wide but fearful eyes meeting yours. 

“Have a little faith in me, okay? I love you. This won’t change anything,” you whisper.

Jisung shakes slightly with nerves beneath your touch but ends up giving you a stiff nod. 

“Yeah, okay.”

You pull him into a soft kiss, pressing one more against the cute beauty mark on his cheek—one that you can’t help but wonder if it will remain even after he transforms. 

Jisung pulls away from you slightly before standing.

“Could you maybe close your eyes?”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile before slipping your eyes shut. 

You can’t help but to feel nervous and anxious at seeing your boyfriend in his natural form for the first time. But you don’t find yourself scared at all—rather more excited than anything and grateful that he trusts you enough to show himself to you. 

A moment passes, then two and Jisung produces a soft chitter. 

At the sound, your eyes open and a gasp leaves you. 

He’s—he’s—.

He’s beautiful. 

You’re positive there isn’t a word in existence to describe Jisung’s beauty. 

His eyes are much darker, almost black and doubling in size to where the whites of his eyes are nearly impossible to see. 

His once brunette hair is now a shade of dark blue and slightly longer than it was before. 

There were flecks of light dancing beneath his skin, like electricity was running through his veins rather than blood. You notice a few markings on his now pale blue skin. His temples and his neck along with parts of his arms that you could see bore the intricate design. You were elated to see the beauty mark you loved so much was present even in his natural form.

Your gaze moved from his elongated fingers to the two short antennas protruding from the top of his head, which slightly curled downward as Jisung grew visibly nervous under your stare.

His beauty was so—otherworldly, literally.

You had never seen a more ethereal being in your life. 

You wanted to tell Jisung, but the words seemed to be lodged in your throat. 

“It’s weird right,” Jisung whispered.

Your eyes met his then, noticing the slight worry in his obsidian gaze. 

“No.”

Jisung seemed surprised at that, his forehead creasing slightly. 

“Ji you’re—I mean look at you! You’re beautiful,” you say breathlessly.

“I—really?”

You see bits of that sparkle again, this time fluttering amongst the tops of his cheeks. 

“Are you blushing?”

Jisung gapes at that before turning himself slightly away from you out of embarrassment.

“No I’m sorry—hey it’s okay,” you say as you stand, taking his hands into your own. 

“You really don’t mind? You aren’t freaked out?”

You shake your head, stepping into his space before looping your arms around his neck. Jisung tenses slightly but then relaxes as your fingers begin to play with the hairs at the end of his neck.

“You’re beautiful Ji.”

Another wave of electricity flows beneath his skin.

You don’t allow him to say anything, instead opting to press your lips against his. 

Jisung sighs against your lips as he pulls you closer and deepens the kiss. Heat spreads throughout your body when Jisung presses against you, his grip against your waist the only thing grounding you. 

When you slip your tongue between his lips Jisung is suddenly reeling back, so fast and sudden as if he’s been burned. 

“Jisu—.”

“Wait,” Jisung pants. 

“My—what we talked about before,” he says, barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widen in realization before you feel your own cheeks heating.

“We don’t have to talk about that today if you don’t want to.”

Jisung shakes his head, “It’s just. In this form everything is different. My tongue—it’s not the way it was before.”

Your brows furrow slightly, “What do you mean?”

Jisung takes a deep breath before opening his mouth and you’re taken aback by the sight.

Jisung’s tongue is a deep purple. You watch as it elongates and curls slightly past his chin. It ends about midway down his neck before it forks at the tip. 

It’s then that you notice Jisung has fangs as well.

At your silence, Jisung pulls his tongue back into his mouth looking dejected. 

“Y/n,” he starts slowly, “If this freaks you out I—I can’t show you the rest of me.”

You quickly shake yourself out of the haze the sight of his tongue had created in your head.

“No it’s not that I’m just—in awe I guess.”

Jisung pouts a little and your chest clenches. 

“Baby this is new for the both of us. I’m getting to see you for the first time. It’s not freaking me out, you're just—extraordinary.”

Your comment seems to ease Jisung’s previous worries as he steps closer to you. 

“Really?” 

“Really Ji. You’re different, yes, but I know you wouldn’t hurt me. So I have nothing to be freaked out about,” you whisper as you reach up to brush a strand of long blue hair that had fallen into his eyes. 

Jisung shudders under your touch, releasing a loud chitter—almost akin to a purr.

“Never,” he whispers.

With that you lean in to press a lingering kiss against his bottom lip. 

“Will you allow me to see the rest of you?”

Jisung nods, almost eagerly, before pressing his lips to yours once more. 

A giggle slips from you at his urgency but it’s soon replaced by a gasp when you feel his tongue prod at your lips. You open them slightly, allowing the wet appendage to lick into your mouth. It feels strange but not much different than the way his tongue usually feels. The way the forked tongue caresses yours has your knees weakening—forcing Jisung to keep you steady on your feet.

When you pull away his eyes are wide, ragged breaths slipping from him that match your own. 

“Bed—,” you don’t even get the words out before he’s lifting you. 

You yelp at the movement, still not used to his unnatural strength.

Jisung brings you to his room and lays you on the bed before crawling over you. His lips continue their attack on yours before trailing his kisses from your lips to your jaw and then down your neck. 

When Jisung nips at your neck, you whimper slightly at the pinch of his fang against your skin.

“Sorry,” Jisung mutters shyly.

You shake your head before tangling your fingers in his hair and pulling him back to your neck. 

“More.”

Jisung complies, his lips attaching themself to your skin once more. You writhe beneath him as he marks your skin. A part of you hopes the marks turn a pretty purple like Jisung’s tongue.

When Jisung is satisfied he pulls back with a soft click. 

You smile before taking his face into your hands.

“It’s cute when you do that, you know?”

Jisung looks confused. 

“The noises you make when you’re happy.”

Jisung flushes at that. You let your thumb trace the tiny sparkles beneath his skin.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” you whisper. 

The emotion in your voice seems to affect Jisung as well, his features displaying nothing but the fondness and love he has for you. 

“I love you.”

It’s not the first time he’s said those three words to you, but it feels like it. 

“I love you Ji.”

With that, your lover kisses you again—much softer than your previous make out session. Your hands find their way from his cheeks to the hem of his shirt. 

When your fingertips brush against the soft skin of his stomach, Jisung pulls back slightly—disconnecting your lips. 

“Are you sure,” he whispers, giving you a chance to back out.

“I want this,” you assure him, feeling like you could cry, “I want you—all of you.”

Jisung nods before lifting off of his forearms to sit back—straddling your hips. 

He pulls his shirt over his head, exposing himself for the first time in front of you. You gasp at the sight of him, the way the glowing patterns on his neck connect to the ones on his chest. You can’t help but to gawk at how built your lover is, tracing the dips and curves of his chest and abdomen with your finger tips. 

You reach for his basketball shorts but Jisung stops you. 

“There's something I have to show you before you see—well,” Jisung is nervous again. 

You sit up, hands running comfortingly over Jisung’s pale blue thighs as you press a gentle kiss to his jaw, “Show me.”

Jisung seems more nervous than he had been previously and you can’t help but to wonder why.

Then that’s when you see it. 

A dark purple, almost black, slimy appendage creeps over his left shoulder. A movement to your right draws your attention—another one. They slip over your lover's shoulders, one dropping to lay across Jisung’s chest while the other reaches out towards you. You flinch slightly at the foreign feeling against your heated skin but soon relax in Jisung’s hold.

“They’re a little cold.”

Jisung releases a breath you didn’t realize he had been holding. 

“Can I—can I release them all?”

You nod as your fingers reach out to the one against his chest. It leans into your touch much like Jisung does.

They’re cute.

Two more join the two of you, this time coming from around his sides. 

“Wow,” you whisper in awe as you watch the tentacles move. 

“Wait a minute,” you say suddenly and both Jisung and his tentacles still.

“Is this why Minho asked me if I was into tentacles.”

You knew from the state of his cheeks that you were correct. 

“That sly sly man,” you huff, but there’s no mirth behind it. 

Jisung looks slightly embarrassed.

“So if you knew this turned me on, why were you so worried?”

Jisung released his bottom lip before speaking, “It’s one thing when it’s a fantasy. It’s another when it’s real.”

You hummed as your eyes focused back on the tentacles, absolutely fascinated.

“How many do you have? Is this all of them?”

Jisung shook his head, his eyes not meeting yours this time. 

“Then where…,” your question trails off. 

Jisung clears his throat before taking you by your shoulders and laying you back on the bed.

“I want to make love to you,” he whispers as his eyes trail from your lips to your eyes. 

You feel the way his tentacles drag against your skin—suddenly forgetting about your unanswered question as you nod eagerly.

“Please.”

That’s all it takes for Jisung to kiss you again, hands and tentacles everywhere. 

Jisung removes your shirt with help from one of the appendages. Once you are exposed Jisung’s mouth finds one of your nipples while a slimy tentacle finds the other.

“Fuck,” you whine as you arch into both of them. 

Jisung sucks in tandem with the tentacle, bringing you to the edge of bliss.

“Jisung,” you whimper his name as he rolls your bud between his teeth. 

Heat pools in your core at the sensation, causing you to buck your hips up against his. Jisung’s eyes don’t leave yours for one second. He observes the way your face contorts at the pleasure he’s giving you. 

You nearly cry when Jisung’s warm mouth leaves you.

“Let me taste you,” Jisung practically begs, a soft whine leaving his throat as he presses his face against your stomach, nuzzling slightly into it.

It’s only at the mention of him tasting you that you notice how sticky your thighs had become. 

“Fuck Ji—please just do something.”

Jisung slides down your front at the plea. He doesn’t waste any time removing your shorts along with your underwear. The skin of Jisung’s palms is hot against yours where he parts your legs.

A low vibration leaves him—a sound you haven’t heard before, but one that leaves your body tingling nonetheless. 

“You’re so wet.”

The observation comes out in disbelief. You’ll admit that the wetness between your thighs is a first. You’ve never been so ready and aching for someone in your life. 

“Ji—tongue please.”

Somehow his dark gaze turns even darker, his lids are heavy as his focus zeros in on your center. Two of his tentacles have taken the place of his hands; holding your legs spread open for him. 

The feeling makes you clench around nothing.

Jisung mumbles to himself—something in his own language that you’ve heard him utter once or twice before. 

You watch as his forked tongue drags across his lips before he inches closer. Your body tenses in anticipation at the feeling of his breath ghosting against your core.

Then, after what feels like ages, Jisung finally tastes you. 

The sound you let out is obscene. You feel your lover everywhere all at once; his hands gripping your waist as he devours you, two of his slimy tentacles restraining your legs, the third now wraps across your chest, it’s suckers continuing to abuse your nipples and the fourth you feel against your neck—slowly creeping up the side of your jaw.

Jisung’s tongue is like no other, making you see the stars—hell the entire galaxy.

He focuses on your throbbing clit at first, his forked tongue doing wonders before gently lapping at your lips and collecting your essence with every swipe.

Then you feel his fingers spread you wider before licking deep into you. 

You feel too far gone already.

Your mind trails back to earlier—to the length of his tongue. You wonder how far it could go? How deep could it reach within you?

The sounds Jisung makes as he eats you out only makes you wetter. It’s absolutely obscene. If it wasn’t for the wet sounds coming from between your thighs, it’s the way he grunts against your heat. As if bringing you pleasure in turn brought him pleasure. 

It isn’t long before you feel the tip of his tongue against the soft spot inside you.

“Fuck,” you cry out as your fingers find purchase in soft strands of blue hair.

Jisung physically shudders against your pussy when your fingers accidentally brush his antennas. 

Sensitive. Good to know.

When your head lolls to the side, your lips meet the tip of Jisung’s tentacle. Without thinking your mouth falls slack, just enough for the appendage to slither its way in.

A muffled moan leaves you and Jisung at the action. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer—

With a muffled cry you find your release, accidentally biting down on the appendage in your mouth, causing it to withdraw from your lips. You want to chase after it, missing the weight of it on your tongue but you feel too weak. 

Too fucked out to even think.

Jisung carefully removes himself from your core—face now shining with your essence. 

Your cheeks heat at the sight.

“Was that okay?”

You huff out a laugh at the unexpected question.

Jisung, who was currently sporting the remains of a very intense orgasm on his face, was asking if it was okay—if he was okay.

“Are you kidding? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had in my life.”

Jisung looks more confident at the words and your heart swells. 

“Come here,” you reach out towards him, making small grabbing motions with your hands.

Jisung complies, making his way back into your arms—but not before wiping his face against his abandoned shirt.

You taste yourself on his lips when they finally meet. 

The kiss isn’t gentle by any means and both of your hands are everywhere, wanting to touch every inch of the other. Your hands make their way to the front of Jisung’s shorts—elated to touch him only to end up slightly confused. 

Where you’d assume Jisung’s dick to be there was—well, nothing? 

Jisung still shuddered as your palm grazed over a particular spot—mouth falling open in a silent moan.

The more you rubbed the more you started to feel a soft lump—or two?

“Ji where's your dick?”

Jisung huffs out something between a laugh and a moan before raising up. 

“It’s there it’s just—we’ll you’ll see.”

Jisung removes his shorts and underwear in one go. He looks at you and then back down at himself.

“Is it,” you start as you prop yourself up on your forearms.

“It’s inside.”

Jisung’s anatomy wasn’t at all what you had expected.

There, laying just a little ways below his pelvis, was a soft purple slit. It pulsed slightly, a slick, iridescent liquid coating it. 

Your mouth watered slightly at the sight. You would have pushed him to the bed and licked it up but something stopped you—a movement from inside the slit. 

Two small tentacles slivered out of it—looking almost identical to the bigger ones protruding from Jisung’s back. 

“You asked where the rest of them were,” Jisung voices, “I have seven in total.”

“Seven? You mean…”

Jisung nods, gulping nervously. 

A gasp catches in your throat as the seventh and final tentacle emerges. Although this one is shaped differently—much different.

It has ridges and is thicker than the others but shorter in length. The girth of it makes you gulp.

It looks more like a dick than you would have thought. It’s a pretty blue shade just like his skin but gradually becomes purple towards the head.

It’s monstrous and it has both your gut and pussy clenching with excitement.

You recall Changbin’s words, thinking he would eat them if he were to know the truth. 

Jisung wasn’t small, not in the slightest. 

You watch as that same pearly substance from before pool at the tip before dripping off and onto your stomach.

You reach out to scoop it up and bring it to your lips but Jisung stops you, a slight panic in his eyes. 

“Don’t—it’s an aphrodisiac. It’s much more potent when consumed orally.”

Your eyes widen. 

“Will it—how does it—,” you flush when you can’t find the proper words. 

Jisung smiles but it’s more of a smirk. 

You’re relieved that he’s feeling much more comfortable now. 

“It’s for mating—to help the process be more bearable.”

“Mating?”

Jisung hums before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’ll tell you more about it later. But right now I really need to be in you.”

You nod hurriedly before grabbing the back of his head and bringing his lips to yours in a rushed but soft kiss.

“Please Ji.”

Jisung’s features grow slightly dark, sending a wave of excitement through your body. 

“So good,” he growls and you shiver, “Begging for me like this. You’re so fucking cute.” 

Your thighs press together at that. 

This side of Jisung was new, but definitely not unwelcomed.

“Don’t worry pretty,” he presses one final kiss to your lips. 

“I’ll give you what you want—what you’ve been fantasizing about.”

“What I’ve been fantasizing about.”

That’s when you feel it, one of the smaller tentacles snaking between your legs. Your body tenses at the foreign feeling despite your excitement.

“Relax baby—gotta prep you first.”

You listen to him, letting your legs fall open once more. The tentacle is cold against your heated core but it feels so good.

Its movements aren’t rushed by any means, taking its time rubbing between your lips, circling your clit—building up the intense heat inside you with its teasing touches before it finally prods at your entrance. 

You moan as you watch it disappear between your legs.

It’s slightly thicker than Jisung’s tongue but it doesn’t reach as far. 

You’re practically panting when you notice the other smaller tentacle wrap itself around Jisung before giving a firm tug and then another. 

Jisung shudders at the movement. 

You’ve never seen anything hotter in your life—watching as it moves up and down him, the tip of the tentacle teasing his weeping and sensitive head. 

When you shift your gaze you find Jisung’s already on you. The intensity of his stare has you clenching around the tentacle buried deep within you. 

Your head falls back against the pillow, fingers reaching out to grip at anything you can as your back arches in indescribable pleasure.

That’s when you feel Jisung’s fingers between yours. The action has your heart fluttering. Even in the midst of the filthiest sex fantasy you’ve ever had being brought to life—Jisung is still so gentle and loving with you. 

“Can I add the other?”

You think you nod because in the next second you feel the other tentacle that had been wrapped around Jisung push into you. The feeling of them gliding next to each other inside you had you leaking so much. 

You were certain Jisung’s sheets were doomed.

A tingling sensation begins at your entrance and a slight unfamiliar heat spreads inside of you as the tentacles continue to penetrate you. 

“Ji,” you find your voice—almost embarrassed at how breathy and fucked out you sound.

“Yeah?”

“What’s—why does it feel—.”

You can’t finish. You’ve never felt so good in your life. The warmth inside you feels so—you can’t explain it.

“That’s the aphrodisiac. Does it feel good baby?”

You whine as the tentacles continue to stretch you, “Amazing. M’feels so good.”

Your body tenses on the brink of another orgasm, but this time it’s taken away from you.

A sting pricks at your eyes as Jisung retracts the tentacles. He shushes you as he positions his forearms next to your head once more, hovering over you. 

“Want you to come around me this time,” he groans before lining himself up with you. 

Jisung distracts you with his lips as his tip prods your entrance. 

A choked gasp leaves you at the feeling.

“Shhh baby—relax for me. Good girl.”

The praises make your brain fuzzy as his girth inches further inside you. 

Jisung is careful with his thrusts, pushing in a few inches before pulling out and repeating the motion. 

You’ve never felt so full in your life. 

Your lover doesn’t look any better. His eyes are squeezed shut—harsh pants leaving him as he presses inside you. 

“Baby?”

Jisung’s eyes open at the pet name, his black eyes meeting yours.

“S-So tight. Fuck you feel so good Y/n.”

“You too. So good—so big. Fuck I can feel you here,” you whimper as a weak hand comes to rest against your tummy. 

Jisung’s head hangs as a long moan leaves him, his hand coming to rest right next to yours. 

“Fuck,” he grunts, hips slowing their pace slightly, “I’m not hurting you am I?”

You shake your head, eyes heavy as Jisung continues to thrust inside you. 

“No—feels so fucking good. So full, so—.”

Your words trail off as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

You felt so fucking consumed by him. 

Jisung whimpers when you clench around him. Every now and again you find yourself giving it a squeeze, bringing him closer and closer to his release. 

“I’m close,” you call out as Jisung continues to hit right where you need him with every thrust. 

Jisung nods, muttering a soft,‘me too,’  before hiking one of your thighs over his forearm and changing the angle—fucking deeper into you. 

The room is filled with moans, whimpers and grunts as the two of you chase your highs together. 

One thing was certain, Jisung had ruined you in every way possible. 

“Fucking made for me,” he groans as his eyes focus in on where he disappears inside of you. 

“Taking me so well. Made just for me, mine—all mine.”

‘Yours,’ you wanted to say but all that left your mouth were obscene moans. 

You loved him. Fuck you love him so much. 

A continuous string of whimpers and pleas fall from your lips and Jisung obeys every single one. 

This felt right. He felt right. You had never felt more complete than in this moment. 

Jisung’s cock continues to abuse your hole, pulsing deep inside you with every thrust. 

Oh god how quickly you had become addicted to the delicious drag of his monstrous cock. 

Your arms wrap around his as he changes positions, allowing your thighs to slip around his waist as he presses his front to yours. His thrusts aren’t as fast, rather slow and deep. 

But it allows for you to feel him, every ridge and dip of his cock as he continues to fuck you.

“H-How do you say it Ji,” you whimper, arms clinging onto his shoulders.

“S-Say what?”

Your eyes meet his and you become overwhelmed.

“I love you Ji. How do you—how do you say it in your language.”

Your heart clenches you can see the glittery tears begin to pool in his eyes.

Jisung’s lips fall open and he speaks. The words are unfamiliar to you but you repeat them back to him as best as you can. 

The look on Jisung’s face tells you all you need to know. He echoes the words back at you before leaning down for a soft but passionate kiss.

“Got so lucky,” he whispers against your neck—hips never faltering in their movements to bring you to ecstasy.

“I-I think I’m the lucky one.”

Jisung’s hips begin to falter and you can feel he’s close.

“I’m gonna come. Fuck I need to pull out baby.”

Your legs wrap tighter around him—violently shaking your head. 

“Please Ji—want it.”

Jisung shakes his head, “It’s a lot. There might be too much.”

You refuse, profusely begging for him to give it to you. 

“Fuck, how can I resist you.”

Your lips meet, hotly panting against one another and Jisung fucks into you once—twice—and it’s when your hands brush against his antennas once again that he comes, long and hard. 

The feeling of him releasing deep within you prompts your orgasm. You’re shaking with your high, breathing heavily as Jisung fills you to the brim. You whimper at the feeling of your stomach expanding slightly with his load. It’s when you both feel it start to come out that Jisung pulls out of you—but not without a whine leaving the two of you. 

He’s still coming in thick spurts even then and you almost come again at the sight. 

After a few moments, once you both are covered in the glittery substance, he finally collapses on top of you. 

The two of you lie together, breathing harsh as you both try to grasp what just happened.

Jisung shifts his weight off of you and falls to your side.

Before you can complain, he’s pulling you against him and nuzzling his face into your neck. 

Jisung chitters happily and you feel content.

The two of you lay in silence for a while, Jisung chittering happily as you press soft kisses against his forehead, nose, lips—anywhere you can reach. He traces the marks on your skin with his fingers—both those he had produced and the suction marks from his tentacles. Those which had wrapped tightly around you, keeping you secured and safe against your lover.

A little while later Jisung reluctantly pulls himself away from you, retracting his tentacles to your disappointment and wandering off to the bathroom in search of something to clean the both of you. 

Jisung is gentle during the cleanup, wiping your sensitive areas carefully and pressing gentle kisses to your skin—whispering about how good you were for him and how lucky he was to have you. 

You could only watch him with a sleepy smile, still feeling the after affects of your intense love making session. 

Afterwards, Jisung dresses you both before crawling back into bed with you and snuggling up to you once more. 

You play with Jisung’s hair, giggling when his antennas brush against your jaw.

As you take in your lover's alien features, a thought crosses your mind.

“Hey Ji,” you whisper softly, careful not to be too loud in case the man has already fallen asleep on your chest.

Jisung lets out a low hum, it’s sleepy but indicates that he’s still awake. 

“The glamor—,” you start and Jisung's body instantly tenses.

He sits up suddenly, eyes finding yours—instantly wide awake at the mention of his camouflage.

“What about it?”

The question comes out nervously, causing you to frown.

“I just wanted to know if it’s difficult to keep it on?”

Jisung deflates, looking like a kicked puppy.

“I’ll put it back on,” he says quietly before trying to shift out of your hold.

“No Ji,” you quickly stop him. 

“That’s not what I meant baby. I don’t want you to put it back on.”

Jisung looks confused as he meets your gaze, “You don’t?”

He seems surprised and that makes you sad. 

“No it’s just—you said earlier that it takes a lot of energy to keep it on?”

Jisung nods in confirmation. 

“Then promise me when we’re together that you’ll take it off. I want you to be comfortable around me.”

Jisung’s eyes light up.

“You really mean that? It doesn’t bother you?” 

You huff out a laugh in disbelief, “If it bothered me would I have let you fuck me just now?” 

Jisung’s eyes widen, his cheeks lighting up in a pretty blush.

Cute.

“N-No, I don’t suppose you would have.”

You snort at that.

“You’re a dork you know that?”

“Your dork,” he echoes back.

You hum at that before pulling your lover into a soft kiss.

Your dork, your alien, your person.

Your everything.

That’s it!! Thank you all for reading. Thinking about turning this into a mini series but let me know what you think on @linosnoot or in the comments!

Special thanks to all of the authors of the monster fics I’ve read for inspiring me to write this! 🤍

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“𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓂𝓊𝓇𝒹𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓇, 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝐼 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊” ⋆˚. ݁˖

⏾ — 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓔𝔂𝓮𝓼 . ݁˖

song: 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 - 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘶𝘯

assassin!lee minho x afab!reader // word count: 4.8k

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: dark content (do not read if uncomfortable), kidnapping, drugging, minor character death, mentions of blood

note from author: this is my first published work after a long hiatus, hope you like it <3

Minho has never been proud of what he is. It is just the cards that life dealt him, the product of his raising. It is what’s expected of him. He was proud, however, to be the best assassin in his family. He lived to see the glimmer of resentment in his father’s eyes whenever he got to the kill first. Minho was always smarter, always stealthier, always quicker, and always cleaner. His father began Minho’s training at the mere age of 4 and by the age of 7, Minho had successfully poisoned a rank 3 target. He always swore to surpass his father, for if he had to be what he was, he would always make sure his father regretted it.

Minho’s siblings were decent assassins, but only his eldest brother came close to his skill. As the youngest of four, Minho literally fought to survive his childhood. For as his father says, “if any of you are weak enough to get killed by one another, you’re too weak to be in this family.” Minho has never attempted on his siblings, another trait that he is proud to provoke his father with. Minho didn’t need to prove that he was the best.

It was currently 8:21 pm. Minho was perched on the rooftop of an apartment, overlooking the city. He enjoyed the view. The dark sky contrasted with the lights of the city, as if the stars had all descended to the streets, leaving the sky to remain as an endless void. After a deep inhale, he glanced at his watch again. 8:23. In seven minutes, an heiress to some royal family (Minho never cared for these details of the jobs) would arrive home for the night. And that was when Minho would make his move.

A chill swept through the air, carrying the scent of the freshly baked croissants at the next door bakery. Minho’s beanie and jacket kept him warm, along with his gloves and face mask. But, as he shifted slightly, the icy blade pressed into his skin at his waistline sent a different chill through his body. Maybe he wasn’t proud of his career, but he couldn’t deny there was a rush of excitement with every job he accepted. It was in his blood. He was born to be a monster.

8:28. He heard the growling engine growing louder, shifting himself flat against the roof to avoid detection as the car pulled up. Even being 3 stories up, Minho’s observant eyes peered over the tiles to inspect the scene below. The driver got out of the car, heading to the rear passenger door and opening it. And out stepped you.

Minho never showed emotion. His ruthless family would use it against him, so he learned to keep his expression neutral and his body language in check. But when he saw you, his eyebrows betrayed him with the slightest twitch. You were adorned in a luxurious black gown, the chiffon skirt cascading around your legs, the sleeveless bodice framing your figure. Minho blinked to clear his thoughts, watching as you entered the apartment, another man getting out of the car and tailing you. An employee of your father’s, most likely.

Minho remembers the job description: “mafia family heir, to be captured for ransom, then killed. Rank 1.” The ranks justified the difficulty of a job. But rank 1s were saved for kings and queens themselves or other jobs of that severity. Family members and heirs were usually ranked 2 or 3, depending on the security and relations. So what made you special? His curiosity urged him to get closer to you and, convincing himself that it was simply the next move for the job, his body complied.

Minho slid down the roof slanting onto the upper balcony, swiftly tucking into the shadows again. Like the professional he was, Minho had already surveyed the apartment and knew the layout. A 3-story apartment in a small community, tucked away between other similar apartments and a bakery. Expensive, but relatively hidden, blending in with the other buildings along the street. He quickly picked the lock, taking advantage of the precious minutes between your employee disabling the alarm and resetting it as he slipped inside.

He had expected a bedroom as luxurious as the dress you wore, but was surprised to find the place rather simply designed and decorated. You had books and clothes scattered about, an easel in the corner, a stuffed rabbit on your bed. It looked…normal. Not like the bedroom of a mafia heir. And he’s seen a couple of those in his life.

Footsteps ascending the stairs broke him from his thoughts. He carefully crouched behind the easel. Even if you had turned the lights on, the shadow from the bookcase next to him was perfect cover. He had planned every move accordingly. And now, he waited.

Minho listened carefully to the noises outside the door, pleased to find the walls weren’t thin. He strained his ears to pick up on your words. You sounded upset, but he couldn’t make out why. Minho didn’t flinch as you flung the door open, nor when you slammed it shut and turned on the light. He sat perfectly still, eyes just being able to see your figure between the easel and the corner of the bookcase.

You threw yourself onto the bed, hands working to rid yourself of your jewelry. Minho could easily swipe your earrings after his job was done - they were obviously worth a hefty penny. But Minho never cared for money. His grandfather started this family business for money, then fame once his children showed aptitude to follow his footsteps. His father continued the legacy for the same reasons. His siblings would’ve swiped your earrings, your necklace, your rings, and hell maybe even the gown after they were done with you. But not Minho. He only cared about getting the job done.

You stood, catching his full attention again. His eyes followed your every move as you made your way to your closet. You slipped your heels off, throwing them into the corner before grabbing a tee shirt. Your delicate hands reached for the zipper at the back of your dress. Minho politely shifted his gaze, keeping his pupils glued on your calves as the dress plummeted to the floor. He watched you throw the oversized shirt on in his peripherals, the hem reaching the tops of your thighs, not leaving much to the imagination. He tried to avoid seeing your underwear, not understanding why he was feeling some sense of nerves.

Minho has been a professional assassin for over a decade. He had forgotten what nerves were. But as you turned slightly, his eyes took in your face up close, and his heart skipped a beat. You were beautiful. As you grew closer, Minho’s muscles tensed. His fingers naturally found the hilt of his knife. He was a professional, he wouldn’t let you distract him from his job, no matter how much your eyes made his pulse quicken.

Suddenly, your door swung open, stopping you in your tracks. “Y/n, your father is on the pho-“

“I don’t want to talk to him.” You hissed, returning to plop on your bed.

The man from the car took a tentative step into the room. “Will you please not be difficult, Y/n. You knew this day would come.”

You shoved your face into the pillows with a groan. If Minho wasn’t perfectly controlled, he would’ve let a chuckle slip out. Minho had only ever met two types of heirs: stuck up and spoiled or meek and polite. Your childishness was interesting. The man tried to sneak closer to you with the phone, but you jumped up and shoved him out the door. “Leave me alone!” The door slammed shut. Minho watched you return to the bed, grabbing your rabbit and sighing deeply.

Hundreds of jobs over the years. Hundreds of faces that Minho has seen, lives he’s heard, and not one sprouted an ounce of interest in him. So, why you? Why was he curious about what was troubling you? Why were you a rank 1? What was going on here?

Minho sat, still as a rock and in total silence, as the night went on. It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, rabbit tucked in your arms. The noises of the house quieted as well and finally he slid out of his hiding spot. He stalked over to your bed, trying to deny himself admiring your features. Your hair fanned out on the pillow like a halo.

Minho grabbed the small bag of powder from his pocket, spreading the substance over his palm. “I’m sorry.” He breathed, holding his palm to your mouth and nose while his other hand quickly grabbed your wrists. You woke up with a start, immediately fighting, but to no avail. Minho’s was much stronger than he looked. After a few moments, the drug kicked in a you lay limp in his grasp. Minho took a damp towelette to his glove, pocketing it, then gathered you in his arms.

You woke up in a daze. The room was blurry and your head pounded. You tried to turn, realizing you couldn’t move. Before you could attempt to speak, a voice made you jump. “Finally awake?” You blinked until the blurriness faded, leaving you in a small and dark room with a strange man staring back at you. “How do you feel?”

Still confused, you shook your head, only to wince when it pounded. “Uh,” your own voice startled you. It was hoarse.

The man stepped closer. “I thought so. The drug is relatively harmless, but can cause dehydration.” He is gloved hand reached out a glass of water towards you. “Here.”

You stubbornly turned your head, awareness setting in as you felt the ropes binding your wrists behind you. You fought the panic rising in your chest. You needed to be brave. “Who are you?” You asked, craning your neck to look around, seeing you were lying on a bed. “And where am I?”

To your surprise, the man chuckled. You tried to ignore how charming his voice was. “Drink some water and I’ll tell you.” His tone was casual, as if kidnapping you was just another Tuesday for him. It irritated you.

“No.” You spat. “You probably poisoned it.”

Again, the man laughed. “I’ve had several hours to kill you, my dear.” He shifted you into a seated position before guiding the water to your lips. “If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have woken up just now.” You pouted at his words. He was right. Reluctantly, you put your lips to the rim of the glass, allowing him to pour the water onto your tongue. You immediately felt better as the pounding left your head. “There you go,” he praised.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the warmth that spread inside you. You couldn’t even tell what he looked like, beanie and mask only leaving his eyes on display, but they were enthralling. Those dark eyes watched you intently, reading you with curiosity and amusement. You looked around the room, breaking the eye contact before you could be pulled into their depths. “Where am I?”

He set the glass down on the bedside table. “My room.”

“Your room?” You asked, unable to hide your surprise. “And who might you be?”

“That’s a secret.” He smirked, enjoying the annoyance in your features.

You bit your tongue. He seemed calm and friendly, and yet, there was an aura of danger surrounding him. You needed to be careful. “So,” you drawled, checking out the rest of the room, more so to avoid his eyes. There wasn’t much to it apart from a large bookcase next to a desk and the bed you currently resided on. You did notice a closet in the corner. But, no windows. Where were you? “Why have you kidnapped me, then?”

He sighed, catching you off guard. Coming from a mafia family, you had always been warned of people coming after you for various reasons. Money, revenge against your father, etc. You knew of people attempting to hurt you before, but their attempts were always disrupted by your guards. Your father had never left you alone for fear of this day, always guards around and within your apartment, his most trusted friend to always monitor your whereabouts. You were actually rather impressed that the man in front of you now had managed to pull off this stunt, the first to ever succeed.

Still, you’d always pictured the faces of the attempted kidnappers and assassins over the years. All you could imagine was different forms of evil. Angry, disgusting, maniacal, faces without remorse for what they were doing. But when you gazed upon the eyes of the man in front of you, you saw none of those things. What you saw was a bored and uninterested face, but if you allowed your eyes to linger on his for just a moment too long, you saw what was almost…sadness.

Finally, the man spoke, breaking you from your trance. “There’s a ransom for your return.” He was careful in his words, not to give away too many details about the job or his employer. Again, a professional. “I will keep you here until that ransom is delivered and then return you home safely.” He didn’t like lying to you, but he wasn't going to tell you this ended in your death. ‘to be captured for ransom, then killed…’ A bitter taste sat on Minho’s tongue. To request your murder even after receiving the ransom money, that was a clear giveaway of a personal grudge. His father had given him this job, but who was the employer?

Minho was a professional, always seeing the job to the end. But goddamn him if he couldn’t shake this feeling that something wasn’t right. He watched you intently, finally letting himself admire you. A professional he was, but evil he wasn’t. You were beautiful, innocent. Minho knew evil and you were not that. You didn’t deserve this fate. He had to think of a plan.

“So, this is for money.” you groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “Of course. Very cliche of you, I was actually hoping for better.”

That comment caught Minho off-guard and he snickered. You were different, indeed. “It wasn’t my plan, dear.” He fought the urge to move the stray hair from your face. “Just the job I took.”

You shouldn’t be talking to this man, your kidnapper, so casually. You should be stoic, or fighting, or scared, or something of a normal reaction to being kidnapped. But even with his dark presence, there was an air of ease with him. “You do this for a living then? Kidnapping?”

Minho hummed. “It is part of my skill set, I suppose.” His eyes never left you. It should be unsettling, you shouldn’t be enjoying his attention.

The room was quiet as you pondered which question to ask next. As you watched his eyes, you noticed the aging in them, as if he has seen many things, lived many lifetimes. But the surrounding skin pointed to a man rather young. Your curiosity got the better of you. “How old are you?”

Minho hesitated. He didn’t have friends. He didn’t really talk to anyone, actually. He kept to himself and his books. The conversation taking a personal turn made him uncomfortable, but he was tempted to share himself with you. Still, he had to protect his identity. “20.”

Your eyes widened. “Youre only a year older than me?”

Before the conversation could continue, Minho’s phone buzzed. He fished it out of his pocket, walking away from you to answer the call. “She’s awake.” Minho spoke first.

“The ransom has been posted. Await my signal for the return.” His dad was always straight to the point.

“Understood.” Minho hung up the phone, returning to your side, only to stop in his tracks. The way you looked up at him, eyes wide and questioning, caused a pang in his heart. You were causing him to feel so many things in such a short amount of time. You were dangerous, you would break the facade Minho has spent over a decade perfecting. He couldn’t have that. “Your ransom has been posted. I’ll return you home once it’s paid.”

You should be happy to hear the news, but you weren’t. You didn’t want to go home, where every move was monitored, every decision made for you. Besides, you wanted to know more about this mysterious man with his captivating eyes.

At that moment, your stomach let out an embarrassing growl. Heat rose to your cheeks as you quickly looked away from his amused gaze. “Are you hungry?” You wanted to hide, deny it, but your stomach gave you away again. With a chuckle, Minho turned towards the door. “I’ll be right back.”

A good few moments passed (you had no idea how much time in actuality since there was no clock or windows) before Minho returned to the room, a steaming bowl in his hands. He sat next to you on the bed. You peered into the bowl and inhaled. Wow, the soup smelled and looked amazing. Minho gathered some of the soup in a spoon before bringing it to your lips. The act was too intimate, too kind for the situation you were in, but it surprisingly felt natural. Minho fed you until the bowl was empty, then gave you more water. The comfortable silence that fell upon you two was finally broken by your voice. “So, you cook took?”

Minho gave a small chuckle. “My family doesn’t exactly cook, so I learned some basic recipes.” You waited for him to continue speaking, but he seemed to end it there. You wanted to know more. What was his family like? What kind of childhood would one have to go through to choose this kind of lifestyle? You decided against asking more. The man before you was shrouded in mystery and you had a desire to discover every detail about him.

Minho’s eyes met yours, catching you blatantly watching him. But this time, you didn’t turn away. You let yourself be pulled into those depths. You didn’t even know this man’s name, and he had kidnapped you for the matter, but you felt an irresistible pull towards him. He must have felt the same, taking a deep sigh before his gloved hand reached out to your face. You froze as his fingers grazed your cheekbone, guiding a stray hair behind your ear.

Your eyes were locked with his, breathing stalled as you waited for his next move. Instead, you jumped at the buzz of Minho’s cellphone. He was quick to answer it, leaving you stranded on the bed and walking to the corner of the room. “It’s done.” His father’s voice traveled through the phone. “Finish the job.”

Minho’s jaw tightened, but his tone remained neutral. “Understood.” He hung up the phone, returning it to his pocket. He was just ordered to kill you. He had always finished his jobs, quickly, perfectly, and without hesitation. But as he glanced back to your form on his bed, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in his chest. You looked up at him, eyes round and hopeful. Minho has never regretted what he was, until now.

“Your ransom’s been paid.” Minho stated. You quickly noticed his change in demeanor, as subtle as it was. Something was off. You patiently waited for him to continue. Finally, Minho spoke again. “I’ve been ordered to kill you.”

You feel panic rise in your chest. Suddenly you remember the reality of your situation: kidnapped, bound, at the mercy of a dangerous stranger. Minho hated the way quickly your gaze had changed, the admiration and curiosity being replaced by pure fear. “But, you said I would be returned home after the payment.” You pleaded.

Minho sighed heavily again. “The job was to kidnap you until the ransom had been paid and then kill you.” His eyes stayed glued to the floor, the unfamiliar feeling of shame overwhelming him.

“You lied to me!” Your outburst forced his gaze back to you, the image before him shattering the heart he always questioned having. Tears cascaded down your cheeks. Because of him. It felt so wrong. “I actually trusted you, but this whole time has been a lie!” Your sobs rang through the room. Minho’s chest ached for you. This was wrong.

Minho reached your side in a heartbeat. You jumped at his speed, trying to move away from him, but his hands grasped your shoulders to keep you in place. You refused to look at him, disgusted with yourself for being so foolish. “Y/n,” Minho started. You shook your head. You wanted nothing more to do with the monster in front of you. His hand gripped your jaw, gently forcing you to face him. “Y/n. Look at me.” Your eyes finally met his. Those inviting depths. You wanted to believe they could pull you in, keep you safe. Minho’s thumb wiped a tear off your cheek. “I am NOT going to hurt you.”

He pulled you into a hug, surprising you. His strong arms held you firm until the shaking in your shoulders calmed down. You felt his warm, calloused hands slide down your arms to your bound wrists. When did he remove his gloves? A frigid object sent another wave of panic through you before you realized he had only cut the rope from your wrists. He holds you for another moment before pulling away, hands remaining on your arms, his full attention on your face. “I did not lie to you. I will return you to your family.”

You should be relieved, but you only had more racing thoughts. This was his job. “So, you’re an assassin?”

The question pulled the corners of Minho’s lips up. “I am.” He shouldn’t continue, but he needed to regain your trust. “I come from a family of assassins.”

You let that sink in for a moment. “So, if you return me, you would have failed your job?” Minho gave a curt nod. “What will that mean for you?”

Minho paused, debating how to answer your question. “I have never failed a job before.” He stated matter of factly. “My family will never let me live it down, my reputation will take a huge hit.” He saw the emotion begin to rise in your eyes again. “But that doesn’t matter. I will return you home safely. I promise, Y/n.”

You nodded, believing his words. Your arms wrapped around him and you properly hugged. He held you firm, protectively. He smelled like cedar and you melted into his hold. “May I know your name?” You whispered into the soft skin at his neck.

His breath tickled your cheek and you felt him smile through his mask. He leaned back just slightly, just enough so that when he removed his mask you could get a good look at him. Wow. He was nothing like you had pictured assassins to look. Dark, cat-like eyes and defined cheek bones, soft petals for lips. He was beautiful.

You had a strong urge to cup his face, but resisted as you mentally kicked yourself for having such a thought. Instead, the man leaned in even closer, lips reaching yours in the faintest of kisses, just shy of actually being counted as one but exciting your body just the same. “Minho,” he whispered. “My name is Minho.”

“Minho.” You repeated before his lips finally met yours in a proper kiss. As he distracted you, you couldn’t stop your hand from finding his cheek, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. This seemed to please him, his own hands snaking around your waist and shoulders, holding you close.

The streets are quiet as the night blanketed the town. You could see your apartment around the corner, guards stationed at the door. You walked along the cobblestone street towards your home. Minho kept to the shadows, but you felt him watching you, making you feel safe.

When you came closer to the lamp in front of your apartment, you saw your father’s consigliere open the door as if he was leaving. “Y/n?“ He stopped in his tracks, shocked. You entered the light of the street lamp, greeting your father’s consigliere.

Minho watched you from the shadows. He didn’t plan to return home right away. He couldn’t shake the feeling of something still being off, and throughout the years, his instincts have always held true and kept him safe. So, he listened to them. He was perched on your rooftop, just like the night he took you when your scream reached his ears. His body reacting before his mind’s command as he swooped into your bedroom. There you were facing your father’s consigliere, a knife in the man’s hand pointed right at you. Minho lunged, gripping his own knife, the blade glistening in the moonlight, hungry for blood.

In a blink, the consigliere was on the ground, knife thrown across the room and Minho’s knife at his throat. “It was you.” Minho growled, everything clicking in his mind. “You posted the job on Y/n. You wanted her killed.” Minho pressed the knife into the man’s skin. A droplet of crimson formed, igniting the predator inside Minho. It took every ounce of his strength to not push further and finish the job, reminding himself that you were watching.

“This good-for-nothing brat doesn’t deserve her father’s riches.” The man spat, wincing as the knife cut even more. “Yes, I listed her as a rank 1 and was told the best assassin was assigned to the job.” Minho saw red. His muscles shake as he used every ounce of strength to hold himself back, but every word from the man made it more difficult a task. “Her death was ensured and guaranteed to not be traced back to me. And I’m guessing you’re the said assassin? Pathetic.”

Minho withdrew his knife long enough to punch the man in the jaw. “In the mafia world, you are closest to her father. You are practically family to her. She trusted you!” Another punch. You watched as Minho’s knuckles broke the man’s nose, blood cascading down his face. “Why list her death on the market?”

“Because,” the man choked, spitting blood. “With her out of the picture, her father may actually be able to focus on his work! He has a significant business to run.” He coughed, blood spattering on Minho’s mask. “Her mother was just as much as a distraction, so I had gotten rid of her as well.” At your gasp, Minho’s heart sank. “At least that assassin could finish the job!”

Minho leaned closer to the man’s face. From where you stood, you could no longer see either of their faces, but Minho’s aura was seething with rage. “What a worthless excuse for a human.” Minho hissed. “I will spend the rest of my life waiting to see you in hell.” And with that, Minho slit the man’s throat. He had purposely positioned his body so you couldn’t see the act.

Minho stood and you ran over to him. He held you tight, wanting to protect you from everything in this world, everything he was. “I need to leave.” He whispered into your hair. “The police will be here soon.”

“No,” you begged, unable to let him go. “Stay. Please.”

Minho tsked, pulling you away but keeping his hands on your shoulders. “Your family wouldn’t exactly approve of an assassin living amongst them.” Minho half-joked.

”Then take me with you.” You pleaded. You heard the faint sirens outside, you still had a moment before the police arrived. “I don’t want to stay here.”

“No.” Minho said, voice stern. “You have a life here. I can’t take you away from that.”

“Minho!” His eyes softened, searching yours as he waited for your next words. “My father arranged to have me married off.” Minho’s eyes widened and you noticed that rage swirling in their depths. “The dude is awful and my father doesn’t care that I’m unhappy. I have no life here. Please.”

The sirens grew closer, but you leaned forward, lips meeting his own as you desperately tried to share your unspoken words through the kids. You didn’t love the man you were to be married to. But you loved the man in front of you now. The one that took you away and kept you say. The one you trusted to do it all over again.

The deafening sirens were on your street. Minho reluctantly broke the kiss, lifting you into his arms and carrying you onto the balcony. He would do as you ask and take you far away. He knew both of your families would come looking for you two, but he wasn’t worried. For once, he was proud of what he was. Because what he was, the horrible skills that he has spent his entire life developing, he would now use to keep you safe. He was born this way so that you may be his, forever.

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