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neonacity · 2 years

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NOCTURNE: RENJUN X READER | CHAPTER 3

PAIRING: YANDERE! RENJUN X READER

NOCTURNE: A DREAMY PIECE OF WORK RELATING TO THE NIGHT OR DARKNESS IN GENERAL.

“And what if… It is the villain you fall for? What then?”

Genre/Warnings: minor character death, yandere/manipulative Renjun, cheating, abusive relationship dynamics/marriage. Smut. Oral (M receiving), questionable consent—Renjun is an incubus here, so he influences people, but nothing is truly forced. Minors, do NOT interact.

This is the third part of my Dark Fairytale series with Dream’s 00 line and exists in the same universe as Haechan and Jaemin’s stories (links below). Please read the previous chapters to understand what’s happening.

> CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 2

Orphic | Haechan x Reader | Royalty!AU

Nighted | Jaemin x Reader | Vampire!AU

Summary:

Renjun’s nature has always given him assurance over one thing: that regardless of which century or lifetime he lives, he’ll never run out of love and affection from anyone he sets his desires on. As a Gancanagh—a fairy born to seduce and claim mortals—he was designed to be the object of lust and want of everyone, which is why it felt like the universe was finally punishing him when he finally came across the only woman he could ever want, but never have.

"You have a wonderful rose garden, Ma'm."

Your eyes lingered on the walls of the flowering bushes that towered over you as you wove through the sprawling hedge maze. You have heard of stories about the beauty that is the Huang manor before, but no carefully picked adjectives could have prepared you for the level of majesty that stretched now in front of you. Even the woman walking just a few steps ahead seems to fall perfectly in the beauty of the moment, her steps light and graceful as she led the way deeper into the heart of the garden. The lady gave a soft laugh in response to your wonder as her own gaze also touched the lush blooms she passed.

"The first few buds were a gift from the former King. They are the exact same roses that the castle still has in their garden. He gave it to our family when Yun was born."

Your attention snapped back to focus at the mention of that information. You have been so engrossed in appreciating the beauty around you that for a good moment, you have forgotten the knot of nervousness that has been weighing heavily on your stomach since you stepped foot into the grand manor. When you started your day, it absolutely did not cross your mind that you would be spending it doing impromptu portrait work for the High Lady of this house—the very matriarch of the Huang family herself. Your nerves were absolutely frazzled when you got the invite, but of course your mother was only far too elated upon knowing the piece of news. And while you aren't that clueless about the possible implications of this stretch of an offer—especially after the night of the masquerade ball—your assumptions only served to make you even more on edge about this interaction.

"It will be such a great honor to use this place as the backdrop for your portrait then, Madam…" you said, your voice sounding a little bit more careful again. The lady seemed unconscious of it at the very least as she smiled.

"My youngest son, Renjun, was actually the one who suggested the idea. He has mentioned your wonderful work to me so I thought, why not invite you to do my portrait? I am due to have one sooner or later anyway."

You were thankful that the woman was walking a little ways ahead of you, otherwise, she might have caught the way you paused for a breath as she mentioned the boy's name. It has been a good few weeks since that last dance at the ball happened, but the memories came flooding back to you quickly, almost by force. The pointed grip on your hips… The lilt of his lips as he smiled at you… The way his gaze ghosted over face… Every memory of him holding you that night crowded your mind again like an unwelcome visitor. Renjun has never touched or spoken to you in a way that is offensive or unacceptable to society's standards, but there has always been that shadow in the way he looks at you that has always triggered the primal need in your gut to flinch and flee. It was the reason why you've been elusive towards him for quite some time now, but lately, you felt that something has changed in the past few times you've been in each other's radius. You couldn't really put your finger on it, but it's almost like some switch has been flipped…

And now all walls that had been holding him back are gone.

"That is… very nice of him. Especially since he could have done it himself. My work pales to his craft if I must say… He is the best student in our class," you said softly, careful not to let any of your current emotions leak to your tone. Lady Huang seemed pleased at your comment as she gave a soft hum of approval before finally stopping her leisurely pace. You paused as well, and that's when you realized that the two of you have reached the heart of the maze, a clearing of considerable size with hedges of roses higher than the ones you've passed earlier. A fountain made of white marble was set in the middle of it, spewing water so clear that it sparkled under the sunlight.

"So I've been told. I've also heard a lot of stories about you from my youngest son… Which brings me to the second reason why I invited you here."

If you were apprehensive earlier, then you were absolutely petrified now. You have an idea of where the conversation was going, but your awareness did nothing to calm the erratic beating of your heart. Surreptitiously, you clutched the edges of the painting bag that you brought with you while waiting for the woman to finish. She was looking at you with softness in her eyes, an emotion that seemed so alien to you, having not received it before from your own parents.

"I am going to cut to the chase. Darling, I'm sure you know about my oldest son's preference towards you. Yun is very fond of you, and as his mother, I only want to give him happiness. If I may ask… And excuse me for my bluntness, but are you considering him to receive your hand, sooner or later?"

The heat that has overcome your whole face was swift and unforgiving. You ducked your head a little to your chest in a hopeless attempt to at least try and hide the redness of your cheeks.

"I… Lord Yun has not really… Talked to me about this."

It was not a direct answer, but Lady Huang is known for her persistence as much for her beauty. She took a step closer towards you now and took one of your gloved hands in hers.

"He hasn't because he knows you have a number of suitors. It is a well-known fact among the circle of debutantes. My son, unfortunately, is a very accommodating person, almost to a fault. I know he wouldn't want to step forward unless he knows that you have considered the others. But have you, my girl? I know it is not in my position to ask you this, but please give my heart some comfort. I only want my boy to be happy."

It must be the maternal instinct that she is honestly exuding, but something about the words of the woman tugged at your heartstrings. You know in yourself that you are not in love yet with her son, but the honesty and sheer care in her eyes made you want to yearn for something similar for yourself. You stared at her now, eyes bouncing over her graceful features, until something inside of you clicked. Slowly, you turned your hand so that you were holding hers instead.

"Lord Yun is a wonderful man, Ma'm… It would be such an honor for me… to receive his affections."

It was not a straightforward reply, but it was enough for the assurance that she was looking for. Lady Huang's face lit up, her smile so genuine that you can't help but return the gesture to her as she squeezed your hand gratefully. It was an intimate moment of woman to woman, a mother talking to a daughter. Despite yourself, you felt your heart soaring, as if you've finally found a safe space to land on.

"That eases my heart. Thank you. I promise I will not get in the way of your courtship, but I hope you indulge me for saying this early. My dear…"

"I am excited for you to be a part of the family."

******* "So? When am I going to have a sister-in-law?"

Renjun's voice was light and casual as he moved the knight piece over the chessboard calmly. Across from him, his older brother glanced at him with a slightly surprised look before bringing his eyes back to the game with pointed effort. He could almost taste the flustered emotions of the older male at the tip of his tongue, a bitter one that he swallowed behind his calm facade. A moment passed before Yun answered, the man's voice low and almost unsure.

"I have not decided yet. I am giving her time to consider her situation."

"Do you mean to say, you are giving her other suitors a chance to whisk her away from you?"

The sharpness of the truth in his words made the other man slightly wince. Usually, Renjun would toe around his statements for the sake of keeping up the facade of the perfect brother, but he has been incredibly impatient recently. For his own sake, he cannot keep back his own plans anymore just because of the cowardice of another person.

Yun frowned now as he moved a bishop across the board. It is obvious that he has become distracted, because Renjun easily ate the piece with his rook.

"I simply do not want to force myself on her. She has a lot of suitors and I want to make sure she has thought about it well before I offer her the question."

Renjun leaned his head slightly to the side before slowly leveling his gaze towards his brother. Now, he had never particularly hated the man before—he had done a pretty acceptable job of tolerating him in his opinion—but he also had never been fond of his personality as a whole. Yun is so… very much human. Always restricted by what society says is acceptable or not, afraid to inconvenience someone for the sake of being perceived as nice. They were qualities he had never understood, even as a Fae trapped in a human shell. It was irritating for him, how people can't just seem to claim what they desire.

"Did you not make a connection with her during the last Ball?" He asked innocently, his eyes skillfully hiding away his real emotions. The way the man turned red in the face in front of him almost made him puke.

"I… did."

"I think so too. I have watched the two of you from afar. I can't speak for her, but I think anyone with a working pair of eyes can see that there is some… interest there."

Yun looked at him, a hopeful look on his face.

"You think so?"

Renjun smiled charmingly despite the jealousy twisting his stomach into knots. It takes him everything not to lean over and tear the other man's heart off his chest every time he remembers how she looks at him, but he has to control himself… Because this is all part of his carefully plotted plan. For him to get to her, Yun has to tie her to their family first.

"Yes. Which is why I don't understand why you are hesitating. I applaud you, hyung, for giving her space. But don't you think it might also be sending her the message that you're… not really that serious about your intentions?"

A look of slight worry overtook the older Huang. Renjun internally smiled behind his casual mask, knowing full well that he had caught him in his web. He may be human now, but evne the strongest spell cannot entirely take a Gancanagh's power of seduction over words.

"That's not what I… I did not mean to…"

"I know... But it might be the message she is getting. I'm just saying," he shrugged as he pressed the dial on the chess counter to urge the other to make a move. Yun did, but barely, his hand moving his last remaining knight over the board in the midst of his distraction. Renjun's eyes dropped on the pieces briefly, before smiling secretly to himself.

"I have never considered that. Do you think I should…"

"Ask her? I don't know. Are you confident that you are the best of all the men vying for her hand?"

The silence that followed his question was brief, but loaded. Yun pursed his lips as a frown settled on his features.

"Yes. I am."

"There you go. I think that is the only answer that you need. I can't force you to do anything, brother, but personally…" he slowly lifted his own knight and rested the piece gently over a block on the board. "I think you will be the perfect pair."

The other boy was so distracted wading through his own thoughts, that he failed to notice how his King piece was taken by his last move. Renjun's lips tipped to the sides as he knocked it over effortlessly with his knight.

"Checkmate, by the way. Don't ever let your eyes off the game, hyung. Take it as advice from a man… to another man."

******* The way the sun reflected off the paper you were working on made you smile. You were sitting in the middle of the garden where you usually have your art classes, trying to finish off a quick practice piece using watercolors. It was a Sunday so you have the place to yourself, surrounded only by the gentle chirping of the birds and the soft rustle of trees swaying in the wind. Days like this are your favorite part of the week, because it is the only time you can escape your manor without your parents pressing about your activities. You were far too engrossed in the peacefulness of the moment that you didn't notice the gentle creaking of the gate separating the garden from the rest of the academy. Humming softly, you reached over to dip your paintbrush on your small palettes of color to continue your picture, oblivious of your surroundings.

"That is a very pretty landscape."

The sound of a soft voice from behind you made you suddenly turn around in surprise. It took you a good few seconds to gather yourself, the newcomer taking the chance to cross the distance to where you were sitting. Rising from your spot under the tree, your hands quickly gathered your skirts around you just in time for the man to finally stop at a polite distance from where you are. You were so stunned, that you forgot to give him your usual bow of greeting as he waited for you to speak.

“Lord Yun… Why are you…”

A slightly sheepish smile flittered over the man’s face at your question. He briefly looked away, before glancing at the ground in front of him.

“I visited your manor today, but your mother told me that you usually spend your Sundays painting. She said I might find you here…”

You didn’t give any immediate answer. Of course your mother told him where you are. Silently, your heart rate started picking up as your mind tried to go through the possible reasons behind his sudden visit. A part of you berated you for possibly overthinking, but you cannot deny the pressing feeling in your gut that made you fidget your fingers underneath the pleats of your skirt. Yun probably noticed, because for a moment, he looked actually guilty for showing up unannounced. However, a look of determination took over his features as quickly as the doubt came, and he took a moment as if he was gathering himself before he spoke again.

“My Lady… I do not want to make this longer than it should. I have told myself that I want to give you time to think over my offer, but recently, I have realized that I might lose you should I remain passive about my feelings,” he paused and took his hat, gripping its brim with his fingers. Unconsciously, your eyes shot straight to his face. You thought you felt your heart stutter upon seeing the genuine emotions that have overtaken his features.

“I have no wish of forcing myself on you, but I just want you to know that I adore you, and that I… I would wish nothing more than for you to accept my offer for marriage, if that is what your heart so wishes, too. I… will understand if you give me no for an answer, because a rejection will also be better than this silent dance I’ve initiated for quite some time.”

You were absolutely speechless. You knew what was coming, but it did nothing to calm down the erratic buzzing inside of your head. All of a sudden, it was like everything was happening all at the same time, similar to how one’s life would flash in front of someone’s eyes in the midst of a momentous occasion. Questions overlapped in your head, too quick and fleeting for you to catch and comprehend.

Do you love him? Will this make you happy? What will come out of this?

Will this save you…? Or will jumping into this be your ruin?

You don’t know how long you stood there. It must have taken seconds, maybe a full minute, but for you the moment felt like it lasted forever. Then, just when you thought your head would split from all the thoughts, everything stopped to dead silence, until your consciousness fixated on one thing.

No, you don’t love him.

But you can learn to do it… In time.

“Are you… Asking me to marry you, Lord Yun?” you asked softly, voice steady albeit quiet. Your question rendered him speechless for a heartbeat before he finally gave a nod.

“Yes, my Lady… I am.”

“Then perhaps you can ask me again… More clearly this time?”

The way his face changed from shock, to realization, then back to nervousness made you give the slightest of smiles. You did wait for him to politely speak again, however, your gaze on him more steady this time.

“Will… you marry me?”

The corners of your lips twitched as your smile widened. In that moment, you decided to embrace the uncertainty of it all and focused instead on how your fate will be changed from the point on. When he finally returned the smile, you knew you’ve made the right decision.

“Yes, my Lord. It will be such an honor to be your wife.”

******* “How cruel… Is the girl still alive?”

Renjun barely looked around from his position on the loveseat at the crooning voice that came from the open window. Below him, slumped on the spot on the floor between his legs was a woman, loose hair splayed messily all over her face. The flickering light from the fireplace barely illuminated the form of the girl that clambered from his windowsill, her expensive gown covered by a dark coat that allowed her to blend in the dark. There were no jewels that decorated her hair at the moment, but the unexplainable glow that clung on her as she walked casually over to the edge of his bed, directly across from where he sat, betrayed her affinity to the ethereal and the supernatural.

“Why are you here? Is the King not fucking you well enough that you had to climb over to my bedroom, My Queen?” he asked, voice steady even as his breath hitched from the way the girl bobbed her head slowly around his length. His visitor merely chuckled, unphased by the act happening in front of her.

“I heard the news. When is the wedding happening?”

Her taunting voice almost made him stop. He only stuttered for a second, but he took the moment to weave his fingers through the hair of the woman knelt in front of him and used the leverage to push her head deeper down his cock. The girl choked, sputtering from the way his length invaded her throat, but did nothing to fight it off. It was obvious from the way she limply slumped closer that she was too far gone to even bother. Instead of giving her mercy, Renjun—now irritated for having to do the work—tightened his hold on her and used his strength to move her head to his desired pace. Humans... They are always so disappointing in this regard. They are always so passionate and fiery at the start, but they break so easily and turn into useless dolls. Despite his discontent, a low groan left his lips now as his balls twitched, heavy and ready to spray his arousal down the column of flesh squeezing around his length.

“Not soon enough for my taste,” he said through gritted teeth as his pace turned even more brutal. A soft whimper came from the woman as her nails tried to find purchase on the soft rug under her. The Queen raised her brows curiously, ignoring the sounds. Renjun caught her expression and shot her a look before tipping his head back against the leather seat. With no warning, he pushed the woman’s head hard against him, her nose pressed against his lower stomach. A sound of pleasure escaped from deep in his throat as he unloaded himself inside her mouth until his juices leaked from her lips. He kept her there for a few more seconds while he rode his high before finally loosening his grip, the girl finally slumping right at his feet, unconscious. Eyes closed and head still tipped back, he waited for the current of pleasure to run its course throughout his body before he lazily tucked himself back inside his pants.

“If you came here to think that I would be upset about my brother’s upcoming wedding, then you’re in for a big disappointment,” he laughed softly to himself before finally moving his head again to train his gaze at the Witch Queen. The other slightly narrowed her eyes at him before realization dawned on them.

“You… told him to ask for her hand.”

He chuckled as he pushed himself out of his seat. Walking gracefully over the slumped form on the floor, he went to pick up the glass of whisky on the table by the fireplace and downed the golden liquid there in one go. He ran his hand through his hair as he watched the flames, untangling the knots that his earlier activities have caused.

“Of course, I did. I already told you, when a Gancanagh sets his eyes on a prize, we stop at nothing to get it. Surely, you must have already known that. It was how I captured your former lover in my web before after all.”

Renjun knew from the needles of cold that made the skin of his back prick that he had touched a nerve. It did not surprise him at all, not with the situation being the exact cause why she cursed him to be stuck in this human form. Instead, he simply smiled in satisfaction as the flames from the hearth threw shadows and light over the gentle features of his face that masked his true nature.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Piper. You will be putting a lot of mortal lives in danger.”

“That’s quite rich coming from a Witch Queen who cursed a whole kingdom to never-ending winter before. Now, my dear, do not act like you are any better than me. It was you after all who pushed me to do this. You are as guilty for what is yet to happen as I am,” he said as he turned slowly to face her. She was still only bathed in moonlight streaming from the open window, but it was enough for him to discern her expression from the shadows. Her face was blank, but the way her eyes burned couldn’t fool him about her real emotions.

“You must have thought I will come running around after her, trying to win her from my brother. That is foolish child’s game. Taxing and pointless. It might have worked on you when your King hunted you down, but a true hunter knows a better way how to capture their prey. You don’t seek them. You lure them right into your very own trap,” he crooned, voice as sweet as a siren’s call. When the light from the moon and the glow from the fire touched his face at the same time, they made his smile look angelic and terrifying at the same time.

“Family, as they say, is hard to escape. The moment she thinks she’s free from me, is the moment she becomes mine.”

*******

A/N: Yeah, so... It has almost been a full six months since I’ve updated this. I don’t know if anyone still remembers this story, but I had the sudden urge lately to jump into this plot again. So, here’s an update I guess.

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tbznewberry · 2 years

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Made for each other | Jeong Jaehyun (ft Haechan)

Finally escaping that suffocating man that claims he loves you more than anything ... only for his best friend to find you again with one goal: to bring you back to the right person.

Genre: yandere

Warnings: yandere, obsessive & possessive themes, manipulation, Stockholm syndrome/giving up

The air is thick and suffocating enough to choke someone. It's nerve wracking. Her hands tremble in her lap in the backseat as she time after time swallows to wet her dry throat.

How embarrassing that the one that found her wasn't even him. It was his friend that found her on the side of the road. She was just about to cross the busy street when she saw him. She lit up, thankful to see a familiar face. Haechan had seemed like a nice man when she was with Jaehyun. Everytime he and the others were over he was always nice and respectful, always making sure that she was alright. She thought that if any of Jaehyun's friends would help her, it'd be Haechan.

But when he had noticed her, he hurried over and asked her what she was doing, that Jaehyun was worried sick and that she had to come home to him in an instant. She tried to tell him that she didn't want to go back and that he had to help her. Haechan had put his arms around her shoulders and led her to his car without a word. She understood that he wouldn't help her the second the doors locked. He had called Jaehyun and told him that he'd bring her home. He had asked to talk to her but Haechan had seen the tears in her eyes in the rear view mirror and dismissed his request.

"Haechan, no", she had pleaded when he drove out of the parking lot. "Please."

"Jaehyun loves you", he sighed and started the engine. "I know he can be a bit overbearing at times, but you two are made for each other."

She hadn't answered that.

And now they've been sitting in this car for twenty minutes. She has stopped crying and sunken into a realization that all her attempts to escape were for nothing. She's back where she started.

She glances at Haechan with a sigh. There's no use asking him to turn the car around.

The car drives up in the familiar driveway. Someone's already there, waiting for her. Y/N meets the man's eyes, but has to look away. As soon as the car stops, he rips the backseat door open and pull her out by her arm. She crashes into a firm cheat and feels a pair of strong arm wrap around her body, securing her in place.

"Thank you, Haechan", he breathes out and kisses the top of her head. "Thank you for finding her."

"No problem", Haechan smiles as he gets out of the car. "You should keep better track of her, man."

"Oh, from now on she won't leave my side." He looks down at the frozen girl in his arms. He rubs her upper arms. "My dear, you're shaking."

"Yeah, she seemed quite stressed in the car."

"Let's get you to bed."

She tries resisting, but it's no use. The determination and strength of the man beside her is too strong. He brings her into the bedroom and removes her jacket, throwing it out of her reach.

"Either you change into your pajamas yourself, or I'm doing it", he says and holds the light blue pajamas towards her.

She changes into it and he opens the covers in the bed for her. In defeat, she crawls down and pulls the blanket closer to her. The man in front of her pulls out a pair of handcuffs and secures one of her wrists to the metal poles of the bed.

"What are you doing?" she stutters and starts fighting against it.

"I love you more than anything", he says calmly with a deep sigh, hand gently wrapping around the metal keeping her in place in order to stop her. "What you did hurt me greatly. I can't let you go again."

"I literally left you because of this behaviour!"

"Too bad. You are mine. What would have happened if Haechan wouldn't have found you?"

"I'd be free."

Jaehyun scoffs. "You should be lucky you have me, Y/N. Who else would take care of you? You have only me. My friend was so nice to drive you home where you belong because he cares about you and me. Imagine if he wouldn't have. You could be dead by now. You shouldn't have made that stupid decision …"

Y/N sighs. The worry in his eyes looks so genuine. It stings in her heart and she starts to wonder. Maybe she did go too far? Maybe she shouldn't have run away but instead try to reason with him? He just cares about her. He's suffocating because he cares and worries about her. Why is she so stupid?

"I'm sorry", she says quietly. "I should have talked to you first. It won't happen again."

"I'm going to keep you by my side from now on, my love. You are not going to get out of my sight."

"But my work …"

He shakes his head firmly. "You're going to quit that job and sit by my side when I'm working, do you understand?"

"Oh … okay …"

"It'll be safest for you that way."

And so it starts. Her new (even more) suffocating life. She'll never be out of his eyes, never have a chance to get away.

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midday0nightmares · 11 months

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Hey guys.

Wince this blog seems to be more active still. I will use to to shamelessly promote my other blog 😎

I have posted the first chapter of something new I want to start writing, it’s involves my favorites nomin ✨

The link

It’s not as extreme as what i have posted on this blog, but still dramatic and twisted.

#nct dream #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct dream yandere #nct jeno #nct jaemin #nct scenarios #nct masterlist #nct reactions

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neocentral · 4 months

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rating: 18+. mdni.

content: noncon, mark x reader

mark feels guilty. he does. he really, really does. he’s disgusting. he’s vile. scum of the earth. the worst of the worst. the way he continues like he has no other choice when he knows he does. his apologies are sincere, they have to be because mark truly does feel guilty. tears are rolling down his cheeks, too. isn’t that proof enough? he’s probably crying more than you are. mark would even say that he has it worse than you do.

“i know,” he says, running his thumb across your cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry.”

mark still doesn’t have the strength to stop, his hips keeping their pace as he blubbers about how utterly sorry feels. because he does. he does.

“please forgive me,” he weeps, runny nose and wet lips pressing against your face.

“I couldn’t help it.”

“I wouldn’t do this if I didn’t have to, baby.” mark grips your chin, giving it a light shake to get your attention.

you don’t have the strength to fight back. your weepy eyes meet his, your silent sobs picking up when you notice how distraught mark looks.

“really. you believe me, don’t you?”

your eyes flash with an emotion mark doesn’t like. even with all the emotions running across his mind, he still notices. you do believe him, don’t you? how could you not? mark feels guilty. he does.

“baby,” mark whimpers, cock throbbing, the coil in his stomach tightening. “you have to believe me. I couldn’t help it. you feel so good but…” mark pauses, a grunt forcing its way through the lump in his throat, which is caused by him feeling guilty. because he does. “but you kept it from me for so long. I waited and waited and you didn’t care.” mark watches your lips wobble, the emotion in your eyes unmoving, “I had to feel you again.”

“please forgive me,” he begs, ruthless hips sharing none of the remorse laced in his words.

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neowonderland · 16 days

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Pairings: Perv!Jisung x reader Warnings: 18+, smut, stalking Wc: 0.4k

Minor please DNI

Disclaimer: this is a work of pure fiction. I do not condone the actions of any characters in this story and the actions do not reflect the idols in any way.

Jisung has a hobby of keeping a piece of you with him.

Whether that be a strand of your hair, chewed up pieces of gum in the gum wrapper you tossed in the trashcan to your pencil you left after lecture, he always has a habit of keeping a piece of you wherever he goes.

Jisung swears it’s harmless, he’s only collecting your things and creating a place in his room just for your things. It’s not like it hurts you when he takes things he’s sure you won’t miss. It’s not like you'll miss another pair of your underwear or the crumpled pieces of scratch paper you throw away. Jisung thinks he’s just making use of your trash. After all, another man’s trash is another one’s treasure.

Of course Jisung makes use of his collection of your items besides just keeping them with them. Of course Jisung makes other uses of your items, holding your underwear to his nose with one hand while he gets off. Jisung can never last long, drooling over your items, painting his abdomen with streaks of white. Sometimes he even uses your underwear in his hand while he gets off, head filled with fantasies of him rutting against you with only your underwear on. Jisung even uses your old toothbrushes you throw away, running his tongue over the ridges and bristles, trying to imagine your mouth on them.

As much as it comforts Jisung, sometimes keeping a piece of you isn’t enough. When he’s alone in his room with his thoughts, his mind drifts to you and how much he craves you. Jisung needs much more, he needs to be closer to you and your presence. He needs to feel your sweaty skin against his, your nails racking against his back, and your hot breath fanning against his neck.

Jisung knows he needs you in a different way, but he’s terrified of your reaction. He’s even terrified of the idea of you struggling against him, screaming, shouting at him, telling him you don’t want him as much as he wants you. So, night after night Jisung settles for hiding under your bed and crawling out once he’s sure you’re asleep. Jisung swears to himself that it’s not strange to watch you slumber, that it’s not strange to want to be in the presence of someone he loves. It’s not strange to place soft kisses on their face and it’s not strange to snap photos to remember the memory.

It's not strange because after all, Jisung just wants to be close to you.

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writingzen · 1 year

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CRAZY ♡‧ ⁺彡

✧ Pairing- Mark Lee x reader

✧ Summary- making out with mark lee

✧ Warnings- kissing, suggestive grabbing, hickies, all that jazz

✧ A/N- In honor of me being obsessed with mark. Hope you enjoy, if you have any questions or just wanna talk, you can always message me. Thank you!

Lips moving against eachother, slowly melting and fitting into one, like pieces of a puzzle. Something about kissing you was always so addicting, intoxicating. The way you get to make all the decisions, take full control, choosing the pace and the emotions that follow behind.

Choosing to take your precious time at first, peppering small kisses against his lips so tenderly not yet alluring him into the wonders of what his mind dreams of causing a sense of neediness to take over him as the seconds that feel like hours pass by. Little by little taking the flow leisurely as he grows impatient before allowing him to some control choosing a more passionate route.

Marks lips rush into yours, sucking and parting, granting access for his tongue to wetly slide in, only at your command. Feeling deprived, he can’t help but yearn for more while yet feeling relaxed as his muscles finally take a break, a feeling no rest day can construct for him. He honestly feels like a puppet going by your orders only.

Waiting for the opening to take you in fully instead of those teasing kisses, you gift him with. Your lips part, immediately longing for eachother as the air hits against your lonely lips that once held his. He takes the chance to turn his head slightly, hoping to gain more permission as his hand runs to the back of your neck drawing you in while his other hand tightens around your waist, kneeding the skin ever so lightly. Your arms wrap tightly around Marks neck, pulling him more intently and closely as you want, bodies pressed against one another. Though you both are close as you can get, the need to get impossibly closer is almost overbearing.

You hold back a smirk that fights to show on your face. It’s cute really, how his actions take control of him leaving his thoughts lost somewhere in his head not thinking twice as his body grows more desperate for your touch.

You lean back teasingly, craving to kiss more than just his rose plush lips. The butterflies in his stomach do back flips as you continue to lay wet kisses down his neck, sucking the sensitive skin in your mouth, marking him. Not forgetting to show affection to the mole on his neck you love so dearly as you make your way to litter kisses across the skin of his collar bone. Feeling overwhelmed from pleasure, it all makes the breath in his throat hitch. He can’t help but fall in love all over again with the lustful feeling that builds in his stomach taking over his eager body as he bites his lips harshly holding back any noise hoping for escape, letting only a soft whimper leave.

When your lips find their way back to his, he kisses you with more urgency, shoving his glossy lips onto yours as he straightens up under you. The once slow and soft kiss now completely gone, lost in the deep and stimulating yet quick pace that possess you both, having you huffing into each other's mouths. A shiver runs up your spine as his hands starts to firmly cup your waist holding you in place, stopping any unwanted movement from you, growing tried of your teasing that played him like a game. And though with this much control he still finds himself growing more small as your hands start to roam his body, drawing figures on his delicate skin, every touch being so sensual, so deliberate.

But even with everything you are both receiving that comes like a nicely wrapped present, you find yourself feeling not yet satisfied with what you are gifted, not until you get exactly what you want and more. A feeling he finds himself greedily obsessing with over and over again till he goes absolutely insane.

A smirk takes up his face as he pulls back, breath hitting against your now plump bruised lips,

“God you drive me crazy”

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imma-queencard · 10 months

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Who owns you?(part one!)

Pairings: Mafia N.Yuta x female Reader!

→warnings: Humiliation,degradation, Slut shaming, slight violence, Ragging & suggestive.

→characters: N.Yuta(Suzaki Ryo),Reader,Kohei,Tsukasa(Oya High) and others.

→taggings: @sashe-xhelse-blog @elviinwonderland @iraa567 @nuttie-nv-blog @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan @seventhcallisto others whom I couldn’t tag as tumblr hid their acc from mentioning!(sorry!)

P.s: This is based on his role Suzaki Ryo played on High and low the worst X. A quick easy summery. There he played as the right hand of Kohei,the current leader of Senomon high school. Suzaki Ryo,ex leader of Nami high and a third year student who got shifted then into Senomon high school and made everyone obeyed Kohei as their leader. The said to be the puppet of Kohei Amagai.

You always hated Kohei,the current leader of Senomon high. He was such a leader who couldn’t even have his own grip on all the gangs running around in Senomon. He was nothing without his right hand,Nakamoto Yuta. No,the puppet. You hated both. Specially the latter. Why on earth would you let a person commanding you as if you were his slave when you,yourself was far more capable than he already was.

Everyone feared him, the Nakamoto Yuta. The fear of him made people obey Kohei. He was always standing like a shield around Kohei. These two hot yet cold men. Specially Nakamoto Yuta. But it was none of your concern. You were just a first year fresher in Senomon high while residing in a devastated alley of Senomon. You had no time crushing over him like your classmates,friends,neighbours or other girls. You had a younger spoiled brother and a sick grandma at home to worry about. Two mouths to feed alongside yours.

You rolled your eyes seeing Kohei with his puppet, Nakamoto walking their way towards the main gate. You cringed at the sight.

You still remember the very first day of your first year here at Senomon High. All of you were forced to line up in front of this mafia group on the rooftop of this campus. All of you were shaking in fear. All heads down. Kohei stopped in front of you,checking you from head to toe just like he did to the previous girls.

He grabbed your wrist to pull you forward. "What about this chick Nakamoto?Do you like this one?" He asked looking at his friend.

You tried to pull out your wrist out of his grip,"What are you doing! Let go!" Only making Kohei tightening his grip. You winched in pain gritting your teeth at him.

"Wow,this chick speaks, Nakamoto!"

You cried out as he twisted the wrist,"ple-please it hurts! I'm-i'm sorry" You pleaded thinking you might have angered the leader by speaking up. You should have just shut your mouth like the other girls who were slutshamed before you.

"Previous one seemed a slut. You want this one? Or the previous? I dont think you like leftovers,dude" Your ears turned red in embarrassment.

"Or maybe you like leftovers? But you can slut this up behind the close doors,huh? That's more fun!" he laughed. You bit your lip in order to suppress your tears falling out. None ever talked to you like this.

"You're not going to go whoring around like your classmates,bitch?" you flinched in fear. He grabbed your chin making you look at him,

"Will you be a good slut for my friend?" you shut your eyes in anger & embarrassment. You didn't even dare to look at the man named Nakamoto as you already felthim staring at you. Penetrating you down with his stare as if claiming his thing with his own eyes.

"Answer me,slut!"

"ye-yess"

You scoffed hearing two girls whispering to "Nakamoto is so hot!" You looked at the person. He looks the same. Handsome. Just like the first day. Red suited him. Everything suited him..

You were kind of glad that he didn't utter a single word during and after that day. But you always felt a stare haunting you whenever he would pass by. Maybe this was just a delusion of yours. Maybe you were so traumatised with the event that your mind kept making scenarios about this. You looked at the group in awe.

Yeah,It was your chance to confirm your delusion for real.

Your fingers nervously reaching the white silver necklace around your neck when your eyes opted up to look at him. You saw him paused in his track. Few feets away from you. Staring directly into your eyes. You gulped down when he didn't even move his eyes when he got caught red handed. You didn't how long you stared into his cold eyes before looking down in embarrassment. You huffed when he resumed to follow Kohei inside the campus giving you one final look.

This was not your delusion. You were mind was not making up things.

He had his stare for you.

You dropped your pen on the table. Life was already hard. And these studies were making it harder. But at last you finished your studies for today. You felt sleepy. You looked at the wall clock.

2.00 am. Time to sleep.

You tidied your night dress and yawned. You looked at the open windows of your room. You decided to close them before you plopped yourself on the bed. You got up to shut the windows. You reached out to your window but your hand froze. You gasped out loud. Your eyes fixated on the person across the road. What the hell!

Nakamoto Yuta.. standing there.

Leaning against the lamp post opposite to your house. His eyes towards your room. Your fingers instinctively pulling down the hem of your night dress that was already covering you enough. You rushed out downstairs wrapping up a shawl against your upper body to make it more civilised.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" you asked almost whispering while marching towards him. His eyes observed every single of your moves.

"You-you just can't stand here at midnight! I-I live in a society and have reputation to worry unlike you..and-and there are some unannounced rul-" you paused when he just lazily looked away as if you were stuttering some boring lectures.

"Nakamoto.. There. are. some. rules. You just can't stand in front of a-in front of a marriageable woman's house at such hours!" You hissed out looking around. Afraid of any of your neighbour watching you in this situation. Then spreading rumors about you. This side of Senomon was far away from the so called western progression.

You did care about your reputation. Your grandma's reputation. You didn't want to get involved in rumors. Specially with the man standing in front of you.

He tilted his head towards you this time. "Then why you as a marriageable woman just in a night dress standing in front of a profitable bachelor like me in such late hours,huh? Does it count. .."

he trailed taking a step towards you," does it count in the unannounced rules of your society where you live in Y/N?" he spoke huskily looking at you. Your cheeks turned red in embarrassment.

" You-jus-just leave.." You muttered under your breath and rushed inside your house locking the door behind.You let your body leaned against the wooden door. This was the first time this man had ever spoke to you and gave you second hand embarrassment on spot.

You ran in front of the mirror of your room to check your attire. You furrowed looking at your reflection. Your satin night dress reaching below your knee and the shawl covering your blossom perfectly. Though your hair was messy, you looked appropriate.

The audacity of this man!

You walked up to the window slowly to check if he was still standing there. You peeped behind the curtain. He was now leaning his back against the lamp post more while brushing his hair off his forehead. His eyes met your curious ones which were glistening behind the white curtains. You grunted as you got caught.His lips curved upwards in satisfaction when you shut the window with a thump on his face.

A cocky bastard.

It had been hell of two weeks since the Nakamoto Yuta stood in front of your house. This was the first time and hopefully the last time also. He left that night after some time but also snatched your sleeps with him.

"What does he think of himself!" You murmured recalling the event while wiping the counter with the mop. You still couldn’t believe that man had the audacity to say something unwarranted and unwanted thing on your face. In front of your house.

"You still thinking about that red suited hot guy?" the old woman,the owner of the cafe you worked asked sitting on the cash table.

"It's just that.. Had some bad experience with that group and can't tolerate them" You said putting the mop behind the counter. You had been ragged by them. Why would you like them? And who liked them anyway? The old woman was about to say something when the bell chirped in.

You were about to welcome the guest with a smile. You furrowed,"tsukasa?" The blonde handsome man walked up to the counter with a smile,"Hey Y/N..um.." he looked at the menu card and continued, "I'd like to order two cappuccino.. Mind me join there?" he asked out pointing a table in the middle. You looked at your owner for her approval as you were in the middle of your shift.

He saw your hesitation so quickly added," Of course,I'm paying for both and in double..if you excuse her for a moment.." the old woman's eyes beamed hearing the word 'double'.

You were both happy and confused seeing Tsukasa here. You met him last spring at Oya High when you went to a hospital there for your grandma's surgery. He happened to be the right hand and best friend of Fujio,the leader of Oya High. The most powerful house and region. He was so helpful despite his position. He was kind and sweet. Always lending a hand whenever you needed one. That was how your friendship bloomed on a spring day.

"So why are you suddenly out of your cave of Oya high,hm?" You asked putting the two mugs on the table and took your seat across him.

"Things are obviously different now.." he replied taking his mug with a quick 'thanks'.

"I'm actually shocked seeing you here. No offense!" You tried to joke out,eased out yourself.

He smiled," It's just I was passing so decided to stop by.. By the way yo-" you cut him off. You pointed the scar on his forehead, "You again caught into new fight?"

He touched the scar and laughed out casually,"Oh!That? Old fight.. Your senomon pride Nakamoto's doings. He is better than we thought."

Suddenly the bell chirped in again and you both saw Kohei followed by Nakamoto and three other men entering the cafe. Nakamoto's eyes instantly found his way towards you and tsukasa. His gaze stiffened. You cautiously saw them shooing around customers off a table on centre. Cursing them aloud. Then occupying the table as if it was their own from the beginning. You sighed.

That was so of them.

"Are you gonna stop whoring around and take our orders,bitch?" You heard kohei screamed suddenly. You felt tsukasa tensed. You were quick to grab his hand and mumble a 'please?' You didn’t want you and your friend to get insulted in front of all the customers.

You walked up to them holding the notepad tight to your chest. "Your orders?"

"Orders? We thought you were busy whoring around with guys from different regions. Are you done sleeping with all the men from Senomon?" Kohei asked clicking his tongue. You looked around to find the customers gossiping. Some of them are even pointing at you.

You bit the inside of your cheeks,"wha-what would you like to order sir?"

"Regular!" one of the men replied and threw a menu card at you. You nodded and literally rushed to the counter. You decided to stand there until their order arrived. So,you were now a whore.

A whore.

None even objected. So many people but none stood for you. Whom do you even expect to object anyway?

"How long would it take,huh?" one of them asked clapping and whistling.

"Everything takes time,kids." your owner replied pushing up her glass. Not bothered about this situation as she was already used to this.

"Or your chef's also whoring around just like your order?" Another shouted making the whole cafe bursted out laughing. You felt Tsukasa's eyes on you. You forced him a smile. Your eyes wandered at the said group. It's just so easy to insult people here and there for them.. Your eyes glanced at Nakamoto who's jaw was tightened. And his hand grabbing the glass so tight that you feared it might break. His eyes fixed on Tsukasa's back.

This looks bad..

Suddenly a tray arrived at the counter. "Serve this to the couple sitting on table 4." your owner ordered. You nodded.

You took a deep breath and walked to the desired table which was past their table. You almost screamed out when Kohei stepped in front of you out of nowhere. "You fuvking serving every single person of this damn cafe except us! WHO FUVKING OWNS THE SENOMON!? " He screamed. You flinched and didnt know that you were backing from him steps by steps.

"I FUCKING OWN THE WHOLE SENOMON AND EVERY SINGLE PERSON IS GETTING THEIR ORDERS BEFORE US!" one of his men screamed adding fuel to Kohei's anger.

"It-it's coming.." you stuttered closing your eyes..gripping the tray harder in fear.

"You Don't understand, do you? I FUVKING OWN THE WHOLE SENOMON!I OWN THIS CAFE,I OWN YOU AND ALL THOSE SLUTS OUT THERE!I will fuvkinh crush that whole place!" He screamed at top of his lungs and pushed the tray out of your hand. You closed your eyes in humiliation when all the foods scattered all over you. The cafe just became pin dropped silent.

"You fuvking have to pay for this you old witch!" he gritted his teeth pointing his finger at your owner. He pushed you with his shoulder while cursing the old lady. You were already so shaken up to the situation that your leg tripped into the chair behind you as his large frame pushed you,you fell onto the floor on your knees. You cried out in pain. You looked back to see Kohei and his goons threatening your owner before leaving the cafe with some kicks on the door.

You looked at the mess on the floor. You grabbed the tray and started putting the leftovers on it. Why did you have to live in Senomon out of all those places? Couldn't it be Oya High?

Your eyes teared up feeling all the eyes on your helpless frame. You bit your lips when you saw a pair of leather shoe stepped in front of you. You looked up to see Nakamoto Yuta towering you with his long frame. Your eyes found his. You didnt know why you even searched empathy in his eyes. But found none to your dismay. Rather he just kept staring at you with his infamous expressionless eyes while putting his hand into his pocket. As if nothing had happened. As if it was the most regular thing you could see in a cafe. You looked away in disgust.

You started putting the foods on the tray. Did he have more insults to come in your way? Then you saw the leftovers near his right shoe. You scooted but paused expecting him to move aside for creating space for you. But he just started tapping the floor with his right heel feeling your eyes on his shoes.

Your eyes teared up in humiliation. You were literally hovering over his shoes and all he did was tapping the floor rhythmically! You could hear some customers talking shits and whistling at you. That was some jokes to them.

Tsukasa rushed towards you,"Y/N are you alright?" Before you could open your mouth to say it was alright, Nakamoto grabbed Tsuaksa's shoulder to stop him reaching you. Then pulled the blonde towards him by his collar.

"Tsukasa..long time no see.." he said clicking his tongue. Tsukasa just scoffed and was about to say something harsh when Nakamoto beat him on that.

"Do your charity in Oya High not here. Don't make me repeat. Leave." Nakamoto breathed out tracing the scar on Tsukasa's face which he had painted a month ago. Last thing you wanted right now was to get your friend involved into internal feuds of Senomon.

You looked at your friend with pleading eyes. He huffed," I will wait for you outside" The blonde spoke and left before sparing a long glance at the red suited guy.

You sighed in relief when Tsukasa left. But your relief didn’t last long when you heard a customer shouted,"Pick up the food slut. You deserved it!"

You looked pathetic and they enjoyed looking a person like this. That was how they live here after all.

You gave your last look at his shoe hovering over it. But he didn't move just kept staring at you. You sighed. What did you even expect from him? Move aside? At least that was how a human treated another out of courtesy. Did you really deserve this? In front of all the customers?

You took a deep breath. That was your job. There was nothing wrong with that. You kept repeating to yourself and extended your fingers to grab the food. His right shoe kicked the food away in a second when you were about to pick it up. Your lips parted in shock. Your eyes shot towards him in disbelief when you heard him,

"He doesn’t own you. I do"

You were speechless already. Your eyes shot widen when he bend down to your level. He tilted his head to the left and licked his lower lip,

"If you want to whore around babe,don't go seeking help in different regions. You know where to find me."

Your ears turned red in embarrassment hearing his words. And the boos from the customers worsened the situation. You looked away angrily. You had enough. Was it that easy to call you whore here and there. You stood up angrily holding the tray. You put the tray on the nearest table with a thump as he also stood up fixing his red jacket.

"I don't manwhore like you and your fucking leader! I'm anything but a whore,you motherfucker manwhore!" You screamed in one go shaking terribly in anger and didnt waste a minute to walk towards the counter. Making the whole cafe silent than ever had.

You heard him chuckle,". You are my whore butterfly the way I can be yours"

You looked back speechless. Was that man flirting with you in front of all the people? Or insulting you or insulting himself? You were paranoid now. Your eyes wander around to see some customers' eyes went wide just like yours.

If you were shock then,now you wanted the whole earth to swallow you up when he started walking towards you. Unbuttoning his red jacket slowly. Exposing his black v neck shirt showing underneath which was giving glimpse of his pale chest. His few hair strands falling on his wide forehead and the way his lips curved into a smirk... You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"That's fuckinh-public indecency!" You heard a teenage girl exclaimed oggling at his physiques shamelessly.

You took few steps backwards hitting the counter. He stopped few inches before you smirking. He just caged you between him and that damn marble counter. You closed your eyes in embarrassment when he lowered his face to match yours. His lips moved to your right earlobe. His hot breath on your face. You could even smell his cologne from there.

You blushed wild when his lips brushed against your earlobe. You swore your breath got hitched. Your fingers gripped the hem of your dress tight with closed eyes. Praying to God to save yourself from this sinful man. Your heart thumping out loud. Fearing it might bursted out inside your ribcage. He chuckled huskily seeing his effects on you. Then he whispered against your earlobe,

"That's how you rebel,sweetheart.. On your own. but I,Nakamoto Yuta,Do own you."

Author note: Hi! I dont know if it matches up your wait but thanks for reading this whole thing!<3 tumblr deleted my draft a week ago so it took me enough time to write this up again. I was really satisfied with the deleted draft sadly! :3 if you have any idea to share,please reach out to me. I'd love to hear them out and write them up.

There were others too who asked to be in taglist.. I tried mentioning them on top but couldn't add them as the app might be hiding some user names(maybe?). Thanks for asking and supporting though!❤️

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dollfacedsl1ut · 7 months

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7 + 16 + 48 = jeno

prompt + “Lemme see that pretty face” + “We were made for each other why can’t you see that” + “I’m sorry sweetie it was just a precaution I’ll warn you next time”

content : hair pulling, yandere things so yeah, face slapping (like twice), mentions of needles, drugging

a/n: I wrote this half asleep😭😭😭

Jeno finally let you out of his cold basement the room he made for you was finished he didn’t think he’d have to kidnap you so early in his one sided pining but you and your boyfriend were gonna go on a 2 week vacation he couldn’t bear thinking about what you guys would do maybe you’d end up knocked up he hated thinking about it knowing it wasn’t gonna be him but that’s all changed now

His tight grip on your arm he led you to a white door with a pink number panel you tried to peer over his shoulder glancing at the pin but he just pushed your head away harshly “even if you knew the password it wouldn’t do much for you” as gust of wind went pass you as jeno gripped you hair tossing you the bed his hands tying your hands to the bedpost the sudden manhandling caused fear to overwhelm you thinking of only one thought in mind it was he wanted you

You were already vulnerable but you didn’t want that to happen “jeno no don’t-“ he glanced at you with a confused face “what are talking about” at this point you realized maybe he tied you up for precaution hoping you didn’t escape “never mind” you turned your head away from him sitting by the post next to you he sighed deeply “I don’t know why you act like this I love you can’t you see” feeling anger rush through your body love him?? Oh please “you don’t love me I’m sure this is one of you fantasies and if you think I’ll love you you’re mistaken I have a boyfriend and he isn’t a creepy pervert like you” whilst you continued your rant you could sense jeno was getting angry his fists clenched as his eyes got darker you didn’t give a fuck about his emotions until a harsh slap was planted across your soft cheeks

“No way” your eyes widen as the aftermath of the slap tingled “im so sorry sweetie that was just a precaution I’ll warn you next time to never talk bad about me like I don’t have you at my mercy” tears rolled down your cheeks as he smiled your turned yourself away from him “y/n don’t be like that it’s your fault” he hummed trying your best to tune out his voice “y/n I will hit you again if I have too” you didn’t care you just wanted him gone his rough hands forced your face to look at him he left a harsh slap across your face messing your hair up more

Your eyes filled up hatred as he smiled at you “let me see that pretty face” pushing some hair away from you face he cupped your cheeks “we were made for each other why can’t you see that” you felt disgusted how could he hit you like this and try to be caring after, you looked at him with hatred he sensed it gripping his hold on your face it felt like he could break your jaw “y/n I can cause you worse pain than just slapping you around” his eye smile returned as he stood up sliding a brown box from under your bed pulling some gloves out he slid them on his thick fingers before pulling out a syringe, a long needle and a mini bottle filled with liquid that you would only see at the doctor

He attached the needle and syringe before sticking it in the bottle filling the syringe with the liquid he placed the box carefully on the floor as he slid it back under the bed “y/n you brung this upon yourself” he stocked the needle in your arm the soft pinch of usual spots caused you to jolt a bit he pulled the needle out of your arm as you began to feel tingly he placed the needle on the nightstand along with his gloves he patted your head leaning down to plant a kiss on your lips “I’ll see you when you wake up y/n” another kiss was planted on your lips as he stood up from the bed and walked out the room at this point the sedative took over your body as you blacked out

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lostlovesoul11 · 2 years

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[MASQUERADE]

Pairing: Jaemin X Reader Ft Jeno

Warnings: Smut, incubus, extremely dubious/non, subliminal, a lot of manipulation, mind control, posessiveness inexperienced reader, penetration, anal, (Jeno scenes), the usual filth

18+ only! No minors. Read tags beforehand.

Word count: 8k+

My kind of Jaemin 😈 happy belated birthday! Didn't have time to finish it off. Cba with typos if you see them x

Summary: An incubus created a subliminal to feed off humans sexual energy, what happens when you become one of his victims?

I can't believe you bagged Lee Jeno!" Your friend excitedly screams, pulling you closer as she grabs on to your arms and tugs you.

"I know, me too!" You responded, of course you was surpised when that occurred. Lee Jeno has been your crush for a long time, however he was always going on and off in his relationships, having a new girl almost each month.

You was happy. Finally bagging the attention one of the hottest guys around your campus was huge. Your friends have known about your long term one sided crush about him.

"Why don't you look as happy?" She questioned narrowing her eyes as you zoned out completely.

"I am," you state, "It's just that Jeno, he's so experienced and I'm... well... not so.. much. Barely. What if he doesn't like me once he finds out?"

Your friend sighs, "I don't think that matters to him."

"But every girl he's gone out with, they're all are so pretty and experienced. Know what to do in bed and I'm.. not," Insecure thoughts already forming in your head.

Come on. Everyone knows Jeno has a huge sex drive. He fucked nearly all the popular girls around. Sometimes you feel once he finds out, he won't be interested in you anymore. And it sucks because you want to fuck him so badly.

She hums as she listens to your ramble, a slight truth in your words.

"I understand, he's a popular guy and all. But if he acts like that then he's a dick."

"Yeah, you're right," you agreed on with her.

"But you should definitely fuck him though. Hey why don't you experiment with one of our friends?"

Your nose scrunched in disgust, "Ew never!"

Rolling her eyes at your reaction, "I mean you would be comfortable with them at least. In that way you would be able to gain more experince."

"Definitely not friends."

"Is there any one you find cute then?"

"Nope. No one sexually arouses me at all, except for Jeno. I'm so screwed." You sighed in annoyance. It's tough when your stuck on one guy.

Your friend really tried suggesting you ideas but unfortunately you would never do them. You don't find any guy you feel sexually attracted too.

"Have you tried watching porn?" She asked.

"Porn doesn't do it for me. It just feels weird. It's super unrealistic anyways."

You friend nods in agreement, "That is true"

"I remember when I lacked experience I went across on so many articles on first times. Google, Yahoo, Reddit you name it. People tend to sometimes give good advice, maybe you should try it.

Maybe you might come across something interesting..." nudging your arm so you feel somewhat better.

Maybe you might find something good, you thought.

"Thanks, I'll check it out when I go home," you gave a small smile, Anyways I gotta go to class now. Later baby."

It wasn't long until you came back home, finally able to complete your work and take a nice soothing shower. It really helps relieve all aches and stress you encounter throughout the day.

Picking up your favourite pyjamas to wear for the night, your skin damp and moisturised. Grabbing on to your laptop as you join yourself in bed.

Constant thoughts of what occurred today, Lee Jeno is actually interested in you. Almost like a fever dream, never would you had thought it'll be reciprocated, considering how you rarely find people interesting enough, interested in you.

Sighing and shaking your head, you need to be prepared before anything happens, reminding yourself you're not as experienced like he is. Opening your laptop immediately on Google search, fingers typing on the keyboard.

Flicking through your mouse clicking on nearly every page there is on Google. Sighing in frustration, finding the same generic responses from these websites.

"How to drive him wild"

"How to be best at sex"

Showing little to no actual advice on how to improve oneself, placing your both hands above your head as you let out a little scream. Annoyed.

Inexperienced at so called sex but hearing everyone's great experiences around you feels like your missing out on some form of drug. You remember your first time, awkward as ever. Feeling little to no pleasure and the guy only lasted 2 minutes tops. Embarrassing.

Having a crush on Lee Jeno does not in fact help thus makes it worse. Popular guy who's been associated with the popular girls, experienced well enough to match him.

And here's you the complete opposite. Insecure thoughts mingling in your head, "Am I good enough for him?" "What if i embarrass myself, ugh!"

Nope. Fuck that. Your determined to find a way and you will. Bringing the laptop closer to you as you restart the whole search. Eyes completely fixated the white screen ahead, draining you until you scrolled further below.

Your eye brow raised at what's in front of the screen. Clicking on it almost quick, as it sends you off to a YouTube link. The title of the video was called "Be the best at sex FAST! Subliminal"

Your initial thoughts were what the hell is a subliminal? Quickly opening a second tab and entering it on Google search, you come across the meaning.

subliminal

adjective

PSYCHOLOGY

• (of a stimulus or mental process) below the threshold of sensation or consciousness; perceived by or affecting someone's mind without their being aware of it.

In simple terms, a subliminal is a bunch of positive messages. An audio being played without hearing directly what's being said. Mostly consisting positivity. Remaining in your subconscious mind as you listen to it more.

You hummed as you took in the information. Even more so curious if this works with having sex. Being able to do best at it would be perfect for you.

Clicking back on the YouTube link once again, you noticed it had thousands of likes. Popular indeed. You read through the bar as it gave more information on the specific subliminal.

Affirmations

Be best at giving pleasure and receiving to partner

Inducing pleasure at whoever you desire

Great foreplay

Get the best orgasms

Partners keep praising how well you do

Listen once a day however the longer you listen the more power it has. Can induce headaches so drink fluids. Make sure to drink always keep the sound low! Headphones required.

(some of the affirmations mentioned above not all, works efficiently with success one not knowing what is being said)

And the list goes on and on. Okay now this really perked your interest. How does this stuff even work? It's like your in a whole different world. Noticing bunch of comments under the video, you scroll down in curiosity.

User12: Omg i used this and we went 8 rounds last night?????

User009: My sneaky link said the sex was so so so good I legit used this a day before I met him

User22: I used this because I had a date and he said I was the best he's ever been with?!!! Guys this shit works!!!

Use43445: He said i blew his mind and his dick real good LMAO

User67677: Guys you gotta be consistent with these. I typically use it a few times a day and I've noticed so much changes. I keep getting complimented during sex this shit works I swear! Stay positive ✨

Whew. These reviews really got you questioning. There's hundreds of comments which have stated nearly the same thing, that this shit works. It's quite fascinating how many people are in this community yet you had no prior inkling of it.

You won't lie, these comments really got you feeling excitment. What if, what if this works when you use it?

And what harm can it do anyways? Reading everyone's experiences just makes you want to try this out for yourself. You're desperate, you want to be good for Jeno. Perhaps this is the thing that makes you feel more confident and grants you mind blowing sex.

Quickly plugging your headphones in as you clicked the play button. You remembered to keep the volume at the lowest.

Once the play button hit, you did not expect to hear these sounds. It's almost static noises, bunch of voices repeating sounds that are hard to figure out. Feeling like whispers inside your ears.

It was a strange experience to indulge yourself into, never thinking something like this even existed. Letting it play one more time as you got used to the first, excited to see the results upcoming soon.

‐--

Heading to one of your last classes after a very long day. Still feeling tired from last night, feelings of blurness. Making your way down the corridors before a strong hand pulls you, taking you in the corner. Just as you were about to make a noise, only to find it was Jeno.

You didn't expect your crush, Lee Jeno to be cornering you against the wall right now. His tall figure towering you over as one of his hands were on the wall, caging you inside.

You felt shy within his hold, always watching him from the sidelines or from a distance, to having him near you so close is a dream.

"I've been looking for you," Jeno mutters, his eyes stilled on your whole figure watching how uneasy you felt having him so close. Gulping slowly yet cannot form any words. It's like your a dumb statue in front of Jeno.

Youre eyes shifting below, fixed on his body. His body proportions were something else. You know how often he's hitting the gym, workouts in forms of gym and sex. How does he manage to always look so good?

You managed to move your eyes above as he's fully maintained eye contact since. Nervously you speak out, "Y-You w-was...''

Jeno loves how shy you get in front of him. Turth be told, it makes him feel like corrupting you right there. So innocent so shy.

His smile forms a sly smirk, "Of course" His gaze following down your stiff body, eyes returning back to your confused cute state.

"You're my cute girl now," rubbing your cheek with his thumb. Ain't you?" He teasingly asks.

Overwhelmed is an understatement. Not only are you facing the boy you've literally been crushing on for so long, but having him to make you feel all sorts of ways. You could just explode right now.

Simply giving a gentle nod as approval for his words because your absoute gobsmacked to answer. But that's not enough for Jeno. He enjoys seeing you get worked up, telling of how your body reacts in his presence.

He's not blind. Always observed how your longing stares remained on him each day. He loves it. To know someone innocent like you constantly sees and thinks of him. Wondering if you touch yourself thinking of him.

Noticing the distance becoming smaller, feeling your heart almost drop out when Jeno leans in further.

His breathe fanning your ear with his cool breathe. His soft lips latching on to your ear before he sends a whisper, "Say it."

The depth of his voice shook your entire being and your core. Goosebumps raised all over your body. It was a demand, one where you cannot refuse.

It's crazy how much control he has over you, just over this little thing and you're already clenching your thighs? How pathetic.

His face still leaning towards you, your heart beat is exhilarated right now. Finally being able to muster courage as you spoken up. "I'm y-your cute.. girl."

---

It's been days, the last incident with Jeno still sends you shivers. But what hits you more is him sending you a text to come over his house on Saturday. Screaming, crying of joy, the all sorts. Every night you made sure you were listening to the sublimal, seeing how soon enough you'd be at Jeno's.

You're going over to Jeno's on Saturday, aware of the possible things that may will occur. Nerves are kicking in as time approaches, what if you end up making a fool out of yourself?

Wait no! You shouldn't think like that as the subliminal mentions, always keep your thoughts good!

But for once having something to stay positive on, you can't let your negative thoughts override yourself. Remembering the final goal is to become good at sex, perhaps better. Seeing those comments as motivation, if it works for them, it'll work for you too.

You listened to the particular subliminal daily at night. As it states it's best to listen before you go to sleep so the affirmations sink into you subconsciously.

Tonight your switching it up, though. Clicking to add the subliminal in a new Youtube playlist, so it continues to play on for the entire duration of the night.

Being aware how beneficial doing this is than the average use, you will take advantage of it. It's not far off before you meet up with Jeno, you have got to be good for him. Also using it for a longer period creates 10x effective results! This is your chance, anything for Jeno right?

Plugging your ear phones to your phone, laying on your head as your eyelids close. The static sounds playing as usual.

Today you are tired. Already feeling your heavy eyes beginning to shut. Knowing you'd probably fall as asleep any given time.

It's probably been a good few hours since you fell asleep. Shuffling randomly as a habit, eyes drained yet still feeling awake. Hearing the music in the playing constantly

Thoughts of him appearing of that day. The way he leaned in close enough, almost feeling him on top of you. Imagining being submissive underneath his body, letting him crush you down with his full body weight and muscular thick arms.

"J-Jeno..." breathing a soft moan. Not even aware of what you're saying. Too sleep drunken out of mind.

All of a sudden a loud thund was heard across your room. Snapping back into reality as your heavy eyes struggled to open properly. Unable to see clearly but enough to see a shadow figure lingering near the window. Your eyes must be playing tricks you assumed.

But no. The dark figure walked forth, almost marching ahead of your bed. Eyes fully snapping, horrified from seeing it approach ahead. You froze. Words are trembling out of your frightened state, W-who... are you.... "

The dark figure stopped nearby the end of the bed. Light from the moon outside shined upon his face, exposing himself. His eyes were lowly watching you, briefly changing his expression as a smile came on. It's terrifying in an instant how much his expression changed to gentle smiles.

The colour of his hair was prominent, dirty ashy blonde. Until your eyes shifted and widened seeing two identical horns on each side of the head. How can someone so beautiful look so scary?

"Jaemin," He blurted out with a grin,"The incubus."

Silence following as he spoke. Who the hell is this guy and what is a incubus? Your confused yet terrified of such a being in front of you. Is this just a bad dream?

"W-what are you.. doing here?" Feeling apprehensive as you questioned moving your gaze to his. You cannot believe a whole demon is right beside your bed, one that is strikingly breath taking.

Jaemin chuckled before he responds, closing distance as he approaches closer and closer, his hand above your head giving a gentle pat. "You called for me, pretty."

Shocked. Body tensing at the feel of his touch, comforting yet electrifying felt. Unable to understand what exactly he's saying. Why and when did you call for a incubus? You don't even remember anything, lost in your thoughts before Jaemin snaps you out of it.

"The subliminal," He shoots out, "Recall anything now?"

Eyes widen at the accuracy, how does he know about that subliminal. You've never once shared it with anyone, hell not even with your own friends.

"How do you know..." Is all you could mutter from your mouth.

"Ah, well I am the creator of it." Watching the confusion lingering in your mind. Walking closer until he stops, "Do you know of my kind?" He asks.

Frankly you're not entirely aware of it, so answer with a no.

"I'm a sex demon," He speaks up whilst licking his lips. "The subliminals help me feed off from humans when I'm hungry.'

Your eyes widening at his statement,"That can be in forms of thoughts, wet dreams, or reality.."

Your lost for words. Not even realising before Jaemin snaps you out of thoughts.

"Jeno is it?" He remarks, watching how fast you reacted hearing that name. God you was so down bad for him. Smelling the desperation from a mile off.

Eyes widening at the name of Jeno. How on earth does he know who that is?! Feeling fright each second comes, fearful of what this incubus knows and wants from you.

"How d-do you know Jeno?" You spoke lowly.

Jaemin loves how cute the wrinkles on your forehead form while your confused. Poor little thing having no idea of what is occuring and how.

"Well," Clearing his throat, "You were calling out the name Jeno in your sleep. Almost like a mantra," he smirked. His voice becoming high pitched before he shouts out, "Jeno Jeno Jeno..."

Embarrassment flies above you as you try covering your face with your hands. Did he really hear you be down bad for Jeno? Gosh this is so embarrassing.

Hey," Jaemin chuckled quietly, leaning over to remove your hand off your pretty face, "It's natural. When humans like someone they tend to think/dream of the person a lot." Reassuring you and making you feel less embarrassed.

You let out a sigh. Grateful that he isn't mocking you any further. Seemingly being very thoughtful to your feelings. Gorgeous and considerate, you thought.

Licking your lips as you talk, "God this is so... okay. Jeno is a guy I have a crush on. Like a lot," Emphasising the word as Jaemin quirks a brow up.

"But i feel like I'll make a mockery out of myself ugh'' Speaking honestly.

Jaemin's face slightly falters, his hand places itself on yours as comfort, "What makes you say that?"

At this point you've embarrassed yourself enough in front of an incubus, a hot one, so why not just speak out those insecure thoughts.

"I'm not.. well experienced. At sex." Blantly confessing your issue.

It goes unnoticed how quickly the incubus's eyes almost switched, his eyes darken. Taking in your helpless phlight. You're begging for something. He smelt the desperation ever since he entered in the room. He's very aware, because he knows you.

"Why don't we make a deal?" The incubus proposes.

You looked up as your forehead lines crinkled, confused at what the incubus means by deal.

"What deal?"

He smiles as his hand shifts to your left cheek, rubbing it gently as if your some delicate flower, "That's what my subliminal is made for, I can give you the experience."

His eyes looming over yours as you watch in shock what he suggested, "And in return, I get myself a meal for the night. A win win."

How does someone, an incubus give someone experience? More so is it possible to even have sex with one, wha-

"B-but how will it feel? Won't it feel different to humans?"

Jaemin chuckled, "Well to be honest it feels the exact same. Probably even better," He whispers lowly, enough to feel arousal by his words alone.

Contemplating whether you should or not being lost in your dazed mind before Jaemin snaps you out by replying, "You don't have to. Ita totally your choice," your eyes shift back towards him as you reconsider.

"But hearing how much you like him, it would be a shame not being good enough for Jeno.."

Not good enough. Those same words creeping back to you, will you ever be good enough? You take in everything Jaemin has mentioned to consideration. Maybe this is it. Your chance to prove yourself wrong.

You're ready for whatever right now. Sighing loudly as the incubus awaits for your response with focus.

"Okay.. fine... I accept it," Your voice pulls through. Though having no inkling of what to be expected next. Truthfully, Jaemin is one hot incubus, his touch alone makes you tingle. So why not huh?

Jaemin's extremely ecstatic hearing your answer. He can already tell how you are, easily shy yet gets worked up quickly.

He wants to tease you further, "Yeah?" His voice sinks deeper, gaze darkening by each second like he's pulling you in a dark hole. His body looming over yours, sinking below the bed as he hoovers above.

Eyes stayed still with yours, breathing getting faster having a presence take over you like this. Feeling hot and bothered already, wondering if he can smell the arousal from below.

Your chest heaves up as you breathe, emphasising your firm breasts, poking out to feel a touch.

The incubus watches with his predator eyes. Thrilling him many ways you cannot think of. Seeing a pretty innocent girl laying there for him to devour, noticing the way your skin formed goosebumps all around.

Watching your dazzled face as you closed your eyes, opened while the incubus is above, watching your pity face. His nose hitting against yours as the proximity grows, watching you through his eyelashes how easily you laid for him, allowing him to take you to a path of pleasure.

Already feeling things despite him not even beginning, Jaemin made you feel ways you've never before.

Leaning in close enough that heart beats can be heard, the incubus dives right near the neck and takes a big inhale of you, your scent. He loves how fresh you smell, feeling himself growl already.

Diving in to your skin when he smoothers your shoulder with soft kisses, his lips felt almost unreal. Breathing fanning across your exposed chest, allowing sensations to form across your entire being.

Going further below, stopping at the sight of your perky breasts. "So if Jeno touched you here," His strong hand engulfing the entire breast moving it upwards and down, "Would you let him?"

He's only just touched you and already feel like you'd burst. Feeling his hands wander causing you feeling ticklish. Jaemin watches how cute you are, just a touch and already breaking? Cute.

Not even realising when your top has sunked down, Jaemin's long tongue attacks. Never seeing a tongue like such before, giving a few licks as his saliva drips to your nipple, watching you in awe as you bite down your lip at the unexpected action.

"Words pretty," He startles you with a bite for not answering his question. Too engrossed in the feelings of pleasure, you whine at the slight pain.

Jaemin watches how lost for words you are, "How else would Jeno know how you feel?"

"Yes... It f-feels.. so good..." a loud moan escapes your mouth, just thinking about having Jeno like this, do this with you. Wondering if this is how it'll feel.

He hums, trailing his long tongue further down your stomach, to the dangerous place. You gasped loudly, shutting your thighs together as immediate reaction. You could literally cum with the amount of wetness you have.

"Don't be shy," He cooed as his arms dismantle your legs widening back again, revealing the effect of the incubus.

You felt shame with not having nothing on underneath exposing whatever is below. Your face becoming flustered watching Jaemin focus on you.

His face leaning against your core, tongue swirling trying to take in your taste and wentess "Don't you want to show Jeno the creation we made?"

His dark eyes looking above you, gauging your reaction when you whine.

Legs trembling beneath him as you watch Jaemin's tongue surround your clit in circles, your eyelashes fluttering before you could even form words to speak, "Y-Yes..."

The feeling felt so surreal. It accounts to nothing compared to your first time, haven't felt nothing. Almost thinking your broken. But Jaemin, made you feel worlds, places you've never seen or been before.

Feeling your head dropping back on to your pillow, Jaemin laughs having not done much yet seeing your body jolting at his given touch. Loving how weak you are for him, letting him take over you.

His tongue dives through your wet folds, catching you offguard when it enters inside you. Gasping so loudly, it felt a weird good.

Your legs expand while your slowly thrust yourself up, allowing his tongue to get deeper.

Wanting to feel more, you could even cum from this alone. Jaemin saw how restless you began to act, moving in ways just to feel him deeply in. You want this so bad.

"J-Jaemin.. need more.." whining like a baby, not being to handle it.

The incubus was hard as ever, cock growing each second as you beg for more. He brings his clothed cock against your thigh and brushes it above, wanting you to feel how he's become, for you. Never have felt something so hard before, wandering how it would feel once its out.

Pulling his huge cock out as you admire the length and size. Excitment builds all over your body, core throbbing for it to enter inside.

He watches your reaction with a smirk, catching you offguard by grabbing firmly on to your legs, putting them above his shoulders.

The intrusion came suddenly, a push you could feel in your guts. He was large, growing more inside of you. You're melting into the pleasure, slowly losing it as he thrusts inside a few times. Eyes clenching, hand gripping on the sheets to hold yourself.

His hand gripping on your thigh, delivering much more fast paced thrusts. It's absolute silence in the room, until Jaemin speeds up more and more, filling the room up with sounds.

"Do you hear that?" His pace becoming faster, closing his eyes from the pleasure of being inside of your warmth, infiltrating your hole like your a fuck doll showing zero mercy on how your coping.

The clapping sounds as his cock hits against your core, hitting all part of your body.

He lowers his body to find his lips against your ears delivering a cold whisper, "Jeno's favourite sound."

Your hands clutch tightly on the sheets, biting down your lip at hearing that. Getting fucked to a new dimension with a incubus while imagining Jeno doing this to you.

What a dream.

It's like the incubus knows you inside out, know what tickles your brains, knows what words to say to drive you to the blink of insanity. Almost like he knows your body than you do.

He chuckles knowing how this gets you going and doesn't stop, making sure you feel him in every bone of yours.

Jaemin released an animalistic growl, shooking you completely.

"Like the way I fuck? Fuck you deep in the guts while you think about Jeno?"

His eyes turning scary yet making you feel so much pleasure, can't help but think of him destroying you fully. You love the feel of him and his cock.

"F-Fuck yeah... Jaemin... yes!" Moaning out like a crazy person, He chuckles at your reaction as he hits against your skin, slowly pulling out to deliver slower strokes.

Rolling his hips and pushing himself inside out, slowly watching your face and mouth parting in pleasure.

"Fuck, feels so..."

Watching how your eyes below see him pushing himself slowly in you, sensing how you tighten the hold against him with your thighs. You want him there, want to feel his inches expand more.

"My kind would love you," Blurting randomly making you think if they're also just as good as Jaemin.

"T-They would?" You curse internally feeling yourself cum at any second.

Jaemin sensing how you're clenching his length in, hissing at how pleasurable it feels for him.

He sends a brief smile before he pushes himself in harder, with each thrust hitting your spot inside, "Yes, pretty little human who begs to take cock.

"Loves cock, deep enough to wreck your entire being."

"Obedient human whore who fulfils the dreams of us demons..

"Fuck! Gonna cum.."

Jaemin felt yourself climax all over his length, nearing his own when he removed his cock out. Lowkey wishing he had left it in, to coat your walls up.

"Shit," He beings to curse under his breath ss he splatters his cum all over your heaving chest. The cum beginning to make it's own trail down your stomach and thighs.

"Did so well for me.."

---

Waking up felt like a blur. Mind to dazzled to even think straight. Was it all a dream? You don't recall properly. But whatever it was, you felt it. Almost like it was real, it had to be. unknowing your body can react in many ways.

It's been days since your encounter with the incubus, never seeing him ever again. You do tend to get thoughts of him occuring weirdly.

Taking you back to the time how well he fucked you, made you feel a whole different experience. The thought of is still makes your thighs clench.

You still carried on listening to the subliminal ensuring to gain the best results. You'd be seeing Jeno in a few hours and honestly, you're excited.

He's your crush after all. You'd be lying if you said you wasn't nervous, Jeno always had this strong hold on you.

And now finally you will be around him, all alone.

You made sure you wore your best cute fit on, the skirt definitely made your ass look plumped

And now you're here. Inside Jeno home, something you have always wanted to see. Playing on a movie in the background, he buckles up closer to you making you feel tensed already. Having Jeno at this proximity drives you insane.

"You okay?" Jeno asks.

"Yeahh, why?"

"You seem distracted," He notices, eyeing how you haven't been watching the movie much.

To be honest, all you kept thinking of is how it would be later, will you embarrass yourself infront of your crush? God you hope not.

"I'm f-fine, it's just..." your face is getting heating up already as you look down.

Fuck. That look drives Jeno insane.

"Aw, are you blushing?" Lifting your chin up to meet with his gaze.

"Don't do that, it makes me hard."

You feel like the air just got sucked out of you. Did he really just.. say that? Blinking awkwardly not knowing what to respond.

Jeno cannot take his eyes off you despite the movie on in the background, the way you strut over his home with a cute crop top and skirt, already has him going feral.

He laughed watching you react, turning to lean back to his usual spot. You felt somewhat relief he was playing. Yeah right.

He's known for being extremely flirtious which clarifies the statement once he does the following thing, "Want a snack?"

You look towards him and nod, only to see him place a popcorn directly in his mouth as you watched in awe.

"Come take it then," He smirks, putting his hands behind his head as he leans down on the couch.

Watching how flustered you seem already you can't deny how hot he looks right now. A surge of unknown confidence arises within you as you approached closer, face hitting his. Titling your head to dive in further only for Jeno to swallow the popcorn, capturing a kiss between your lips.

Grabbing you by your waist, pulling you closer as your kissing grows more. Almost like you both yearned for a taste, finally able to. Your lips felt so soft to Jeno, always admiring how plumped they've looked every time.

"Sit on my lap," He pulls away to breathe as he spoke, following up as you place yourself above him, without thought straddling him as the kissing continues.

Your skirt rid up exposing your bare ass, earning a harsh slap from Jeno's hand. "Needy girl, already wanting to cum on me?"

Keep moving back and forth letting yourself feel his thigh all up you, it feels amazing. His hands gripping on your hips as he straddles you faster with his pace.

"S-sorry..." Biting your lip hard, allowing him to move you with his pace yet trying to feel more.

"Skirts..." He groans as he looks down at the way your pretty skirt looks. Ever since you entered all that was Jeno's mind was how sexy you looked. His eyes focused below making you feel slightly shy in his hold.

Fingers grazing your thigh following near your core, a gasp running out of your mouth at the touch.

Closing your eyes only to recall the moments with Jaemin. The way his tongue went up against your wet core, intruding it's way inside of you. Fuck.

Your eyes still closed immersing the similiar feeling, already feeling in a rush for something more, bigger to come.

"You wore this skirt for me, right?" His tone turning deep, finger brushing past your with circles, "Wanted my attention that bad?" Sudden feeling of his finger entering inside your wet core, sliding in and out.

"Mmmmm..." moaning out from the pleasure being received. Thrusting yourself with the finger trying to chase the orgasm, reminding you of Jaemin.

Remembering how the incubus's reaction was seeing you chase for your pleasure, finding it cute.

"You definitely got my attention," Already clenching on his fingers about to feel yourself cum, Jeno fastens his speed watching you nearing.

He loves how incredibly wet you've become, all for him. He thought.

You look so cute to him already feeling worn out by your orgasm that rides throughout your body, cumming straight on his fingers when you released.

But you're craving more. So much more, that you begin to remove Jeno's pants like a starved animal. Surpised by your reaction, joining in as he pulls down everything, his hard cock springing out.

"I need your cock. Right now." You demanded. No idea where this sudden confidence has come from but knowing this is exactly whats needed right now.

"Fuck," Jeno groans, pushing you down on all fours on the couch. Watching you remove your panties down, skirt hitched all the way up with your ass in display.

Your needy thoughts coming, not being able to wait any longer. Your back completely arched, pulling yourself back close enough to give his cock a few rubs with your hand. Just soon after, trying to place it inside of yourself.

You backed on him as you felt himself fully insert inside of you. Jeno groans so loud, his cock finally getting inside of something, getting some action.

"You're so fucking sexy," He groans loud, watching how you back yourself up with his cock swallowing it up each time. Jeno tilts his head back, lip biting at the pleasure he's getting from you.

You felt so nice wrapped around him, he's fucked many girls but no one had the confidence like you. Normally he's the one to lead but this time it's you, begging to feel him in your hole, taking him in like a good girl.

Jeno grabbed tightly on your hips as he thrusted himself on you, both moaning together as he works his cock in, "Shit, feels so good..." you gasped.

You love Jaemin's cock

Suddenly a thought comes in to your mind. All you can think of is Jaemin, how nicely his cock penetrated your insides, fucking it all up.

You can't get rid of the thought of his burning eyes watching you take him all in with no complaints, like you're made for him. Only you can take it.

Beginning to feel this pent up frustration rise up within yourself, you shout out. "Give me more! Harder!"

Not even knowing what you even expected yourself. You just wanted to take everything, you wanted to experience Jaemin again.

"Harder?" Jeno spoke as he leaned forward, dragging you back as you felt him push you harshly against his thighs, balls smacking behind you loudly.

"More! More!" You screamed.

"Knew you shy bitches were freaks." Jeno speeding as his arms grip stronger down your hips, making sure he delivers deeper strokes.

Sweat dripping on both bodies, your wetness stirring emotions inside of him.

Your eyes are closing up, almost like feeling like your body is losing touch with itself. Everything around you felt hazy. All you can think of in this state was Jaemin.

The tip of his throbbing cock hitting your spot, the overwhelming pleasure hitting your entire body. "Walking around like a uptight virgin but fucking like a pornstar, who taught you this?" His hissed.

He seriously wonders how you are this good. Have you fucked around a lot? Just couldn't believe how the campus shy girl who barely maintains eye contact fucks like a pro.

Was you this receptive to others? Let their cocks see how nice your cunt feels, to be wrapped around you?

His hands made its way to your chest, top raised up exposing your perky breasts. Cupping them in his hands once again. The pleasure of his cock and him touching your breasts was heavenly as you moaned.

He yanks your hair back with force, a whimper escaping from your mouth escalating the pleasure.

His mouth attaching itself on your neck giving small pecks, softly before his sore body penetrates you further.

The pleasure begins to feel immense, body losing its balance as you fell. Jeno turns you around being face to face, wanting to admire your pretty face.

For a moment, you swore you saw Jaemin. His hungry eyes spreading your swollen thighs open, positioning his cock back inside.

Puppy eyes as you watch how the cock slides back and forth, moistened with your wetness. God how do you manage to look so innocent yet be so filthy, Jeno wondered.

It's what arouses him furthermore, watching him like you've never seen such a cock before. Boosting his ego knowing he gets to witness you in this way.

"Fuck I'm close," Keeping his eyes on yours as he grunts. Giving you much slower thrusts, watching your mouth part in pleasure. Already clenching around his cock.

You wrap your arms around his neck, surprising Jeno at the action. Slowly pushing him down on your body, allowing him to fully crush you below.

Your hands grazing all over his skin, remembering the feel of how Jaemin's arms pinned your thighs roughly. All you kept thinking was having his huge build tower over you.

Even if it was hard to breathe.

He looks up only to put his mouth on yours, kissing you away with his thrusts. Both groaning mixed with pleasure and pain.

You begin to bite your lips roughly as he pants out, "Want to feel my cum? Need my cum in this pussy of yours, hm? Drillng his cock with speed that's making you seeing stars.

Your cries underneath get louder, legs shaking at how desperately you need to feel cum.

Jaemin didn't cum inside of you which did make you feel a way. All you imagined was how he would be the one who's giving all his cum inside of you, pumping you full.

"Please.. want your c-cum..." You desperately cry.

And that's exactly how you felt when Jeno coated all your walls white. The thought itself of Jaemin cumming inside of you made your toes curling up, climaxing alongside with him. A feeling of warmth hits your core, something you've never experienced.

It feels so so good. You want that feeling to stay as long as it could. Your panting to breath out, legs shaking and aching.

It hadn't even hit you yet until Jeno speaks up, "Fuck, you did so well and took me so good." Planting another kiss yet on your lips, he can feel himself get hard once again.

It's ridiculous how he's feeling weak within your hold. He's honestly so impressed, being his best sexual experience so far.

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You reach home with confused thoughts. At this point, you don't even know what you wanted.

Finally fucking your long time crush, the Lee Jeno. The one who you always admired from a distance, watching him interact and play, talk to a bunch of people, extremely popular even with the girls. The same girls who you wished you could be in place with.

You should be happy now right? So why do you feel unsatisfied and conflicted.

Feeling like you was literally under some influence despite not even drinking any alcohol. Why did Jaemin's thoughts appear? Why did he have to come whilst your fucking your crush. It made no sense.

Worst of all, Jaemin was on your mind the entirety of sex. You basically used Jeno to get off about Jaemin, fuck! That's like so messed up.

How could you do this? Do this to Jeno?

Feeling a incoming headache just by finding reasonings as to what's happening with you. You have so many questions. Yet no answer. Except one person could.

Jaemin.

But you haven't ever seen him since that day, possibly he may never return. Especially when the deal was done.

That's until you heard a particular loud thud in your room. Rushing in fear of someone possibly breaking in, only to find Jaemin, the incubus. The incubus who's been tormenting your mind.

"Hey pretty, missed me?" Plastering a pleasing grin across his face, approaching you.

Your fear subsided, letting out a deep breath as you begin to compose yourself. Your mind going back to his said question, deeply you felt a tug. You did miss him.

"Jaemin.. you scared me." You sighed, it was so unexpected to visit. Deep down you was glad to see him once again because you thought you never will.

He walks over to you as his hand makes contact with your cheek, "Sorry princess. Are you okay?" He feigned concern.

God he was so caring, always wanting the best for you.

You're not okay. All you think of is Jaemin even whilst being with Jeno. Does that mean your catching feelings...

You look so distressed yet so adorable he thinks, the way your brows furrow and eyes close as if your fighting against something.

"I don't k-know what's wrong with me.." Feeling ridiculous about what your experiencing yet humiliated to mention. You don't even realise your mumbling your words, body moving in itself.

"I-I was with Jeno and I t-thought.." You stammered your words trying to explain to him what exactly is going on.

"That's the problem," Jaemin speaks up as his hand goes above your head giving gentle strokes.

"Who told you to have thoughts, pretty?" He laughed.

His tone sounding completely condensending, like he is mocking everything you've mentioned. Your stomach begins to drop at the discomfort that's brewing inside.

His face connecting closer, darkness emitting his deep eyes, shocking you with his words with a deep tone, "You don't have thoughts, I think for you. Don't you understand?"

Your eyes widening with a tint of fear behind. What's wrong with him? He's never acted in this way, his whole demeanour changed within a split second. Terrfied.

The very look that gives the incubus such satisfaction. His hand raising as he lifts your chin up, your body jolting within his touch.

"Dumb little human. Stooping low enough to bargain your soul," Having the same grin that's always plastered across his face at this moment is sickening to see.

He's the true epitome of a demon.

"Y-You.. did.. this?" Voice shaking from the absolute reality of this incubus. The very Jaemin whom you considered to be helping you this entire time was doing the opposite.

"I did nothing." His tone refusing to acknowledge his doings, remaining composed.

The sudden sounds of multiple voices begin to erupt inside your ears, sounding exactly similiar to what you've always been listening to.

The subliminal.

Your eyes begin turning hazy, almost like you can't see a thing ahead. Trying your best to maintain open eyes as you blink, yet failing to do so. Your mouth deprived from thirst, causing dryness. The whispers escalating more and more, until you become accustomed to it, pulling you into trance.

Jaemin coos, watching the state you've become. The very thing he had always wanted. Such a poor sight to witness.

Who owns you?

Jaemin.

What are you good for?

Being Jaemin's whore.

Your body is?

Jaemin's property.

Who fucks and uses you?

Jaemin fucks and uses all my holes voluntarily.

My favourite hole?

The ass.

"See?" His hand brushing along your face, "I taught you so well, didn't I?" You nodded.

Jaemin had those messages hidden quite well, no one could have even guessed. He managed to put those messages in reverse. Knowing no one would ever consider checking. Sneaky. Humans are fucking stupid, after all.

He's come across many willingly wanting to do things, selling their souls for person. It's ridiculous but it works.

He convinced you he was only to help. And you being the mere foolish human.. fell for it.

Targeting weaknesses was his thing. He knew how badly humans lacked affection, craved it whether it's from the right or wrong individual.

And he was right, which lead him to make the subliminal in the first place. Coming out to enter his human form, creating a perfect subliminal to make everyone his slave.

It was a shock to him also at first, but each time his hunger grew larger. His lust never settled down only expanding. To know he has the human power in his hand and the best way to use it against them?

Their minds.

And here it is, your own mind being your own enemy.

Soon after your body began acting on its own. Almost vibrator stuck inside of you throbbing continously at the highest setting. You're not used to this intensity, which makes Jaemin want to watch you suffer just a little bit.

Your nipples erecting on its own, begging to be touched. The growing need of having a cock inside of it worsens. You need something. You need Jaemin.

It's beginning to feel so painful, even when your palm hits you core you cannot take it. It's painful to touch. Your body making reactions as it gets worse, pleading eyes looking straight ahead.

"Jaemin. Touch me." You begged.

"Hm?"

"Please!"

"How does it feel?" He asks, as if he can't see the ultimate mess you're becoming. Clearly telling of how your body is reacting, begging to feel a cock.

"S-so good." You breathe out.

"Oh? Doesn't seem like it." He shrugs, ignoring your reactions.

Taking a deep breath upon his words. How could he not see your struggling? The hand on your cunt is full of slick, dripping beneath your thighs.

Cries becoming louder, moving back and forth against your own palm. It's embarrassing at this point. But you cannot help it.

Your moans coming from the mouth, getting closer to a particular feel, "It's not good enough.."

Oh Jaemin is very well aware of that. From the moment he picked you all he ever thought was how much prettier you'd look begging for his touch. To the point of feeling like there's no other, only Jaemin.

The way you were oh so very innocent at the start, barely having knowledge on what you were expected to do. So naive yet compliant.

It pleasures him to see you to see you have a look of distress and begging. Licking his lips at the sight of you when he gazes you down.

Suddenly his hand roams against your thighs, causing a shiver throughout. His finger moving in circles whilst his eyes locked against yours, "Let me make it good.." He offers you despite withholding touch from before.

The throbbing escalates, your body muscles tighten at the lingering touches of him. Moving all the way up, meeting the core. You sat down, legs subconsciously opening wider as each finger grazes past your core.

Though Jaemin had no intention of ever putting those fingers inside.

"But not in this way.." He slowly teases making you think he's backtracking once again. Causing more frustration. Only to find him reach lower against you, his breath sending tingles over your core.

Your eyes rolling, awaiting to give you want you desperately needed. His tongue.

"Look at this hole," He delivered a slap causing you to whimper as you bite down your lips.

His eyes fixated above as he watches, smirking when he continues to slap. He can see how each time he does, your needy hole clenches so fast.

It's begging for intrusion, desperately wanting to swallow his finger inside.

Jaemin's mouth attaches towards your neck, giving little pecks before he moves against your lips. Your eyelashes were fluttering with the feeling itself making you feel so so good.

Moving back against the side of your neck, sending a cool whisper, "I didn't like how swollen your lips were from him." A tint of posessiveness showing from his side.

He noticed ever since you walked in how pink and swollen they were.

He drags his mouth against your jaw before he sends a quiet whisper, "So I'm going to make them bleed."

Trailing his lips further up as he reaches the place once again. This time with much more force, the kiss turning aggressive.

He kissed you like you're his first ever meal, hungrily. Tongues moving against each another's before he bites, causing you to moan straight inside his mouth.

It hurt so good. You didn't realise when you gasped, Jaemin pulled away slowly before licking the remains on the blood formed on your lower lip, "Better."

God did he look strikingly with bloody lips, watching him lick his entire lip, tasting you.

Not even having a chance to react, he turns you around hastily. Excitement stirring throughout your body.

Your holes are begging for some kind of action. You're a mess. Looking back at him with teary eyes, "J-Jaemin, it's moving.."

Instead, ripping away your skirt he exposes your ass. Specifically the hole. His eyes widen full of lust. Your hole was pulsating away like it had it's own heart beat.

"Fuck.. you're begging for me.." Justifying at the action in front. It's you that wants this to happen, to let him do whatever he can.

The fascination as he watches how quickly your hole opens itself and shuts. You're seriously asking for it, for him to lose all control.

You pressed yourself against his ingrowing cock, moving it slowly all around only to hear the incubus's big growl. He knows what your doing.

Only to feed his wet lips attach itself against your hole, salivating all the wetness that's been present since.

He breathed against them as his tongue took a long lick all the way, "Bet Jeno didn't touch these lips."

You could feel his smirk behind you as he plants kisses above.

Naturally rocking your body back and forth, thinking when his long tongue will finally intrude it's self in.

"Humans. So pathetic." He laughed, undressing himself with his cock shooting out. The tip looking so red, the prominent veins showcasing above it, ready to erupt any given time.

His cock surrounds all over your throbbing hole, trying to take him in. He teases his tip all around allowing your wetness to coat him.

"Remember I said I'd make it good?"

Jaemin is hoovering above you, as you watched back only to see his huge thick cock growing expendiosly. You licked your lips in sight, yearning for it to enter behind.

His body falling over yours, giving small little licks all the way to your spine and above. Your arching your back completely as you bite down the whimpers falling from your mouth.

"Y-Your so nice to me.." It's like you don't even remember anything thats occurred. Being so fucking deprived, your complimenting the incubus when he makes you feel good.

The same who put you in this form of hell.

He laughs lowly against your skin, "Humans.. ah, my weakness. Thanking me even during my most selfish moments, do you not know my kind, yet?"

Just as you leaned back again, he thrusted himself inside. Both pushing yourself further as Jaemin slides through, you make it so easy for him.

You could feel Jaemin's entire body hurdled against your back, his tongue sending small licks around your earlobe before he bites it down. You're faltering already at his actions, coating his cock with more wetness you've produced.

Jeno was nothing compared to Jaemin. Jaemin had such a bigger cock no doubt, but it's almost as if it keeps growing once it's inside. Feeling like it'll pierce through your brain, making you literally fucked out of thoughts.

Your legs were shivering, not used to this kind of thing, not used to such a huge cock.

You'd never think an Incubus could be the one who destroys you, from mind body and soul. Doubting that anyone could even compare to this, Jaemin already making sure your completely ruined to even be used by others. Even his own kind.

"My perfect little human. Always complying to take my cock, right?" He pushes himself further, penentrating your hole like its nothing.

"Yes.. want your cock, want it so badly, want to be filled.. please.." Moaning away as you take it all, like you should. You're here to please after all.

He brings his huge hand as it cups your face, making you turn around to watch your desperate state, "What happened to the innocent girl who barely knew how to take cock, now begging to get filled?"

Enjoying the state you've become but that's purely because you sold your soul off to him. His inches becoming deeper inside as he thinks back to your stupidity.

"Dumb fucking whore, good for nothing but just another hole for me to slide my cock in. You should be grateful you were the chosen one," He snarls, gripping on to your hips with force enough to cause bruises.

Your thighs shaking frantically, your hole feeling swollen from his constant deep thrusting.

Getting pulled behind, slamming his cock with much force. Your cries are filling the silence of the room, wandering how much more deep can he get.

"See?" He whispers behind your ears, "You were never meant for Jeno."

He penetrates faster, as sweat is dripping from his forehead down to your body.

"Even when you fucked him, who was you thinking of during the time?" He asked cockily already knowing the answer yet wanting to stroke his high ego.

"You! Jaemin!" You shouted out, getting fucked out completely.

Jaemin's eyes close up brewing feelings of extreme lust, knowing he's the better option to cease. He opens his eyes before he laughs, "Exactly it shows your just made for me, pretty."

Your mouth is drooling as he begins to roll his hips, the urge to cum getting stronger as he continues. Only for him to stop.

"Fuck.. want to remain here for entirnity." He continued licking every inch of your body, goosebumps raised by his touch.

Your breath hikes up as he knibbles away in your much weaker spots.

"Jaemin, please fuck me." Whining at the loss of his cock.

"I am," He lazily thrusts to get you geared up. Only to catch you offguard completely.

His burning eyes making their way back to yours, turning you around as both your faces touch. A whisper escaping from your lip, seeing Jaemin this close brings shivers.

He's admiring your state of utter desperation. The weakness your portraying, almost like giving up. Like a child being starved from food.

Tears glistening your entire face, Jaemin thinks you look the prettiest this way. The wrecked up way.

Too stilled with each other eyes, a hand makes it's way down your core. Rubbing the the clit furiously. It's so fucking intense, not only what he's doing but his eyes piercing in your soul.

He's enjoying watching you wither infront of his hold. Only he can the power to do this. His speed increasingly getting faster, your thighs clenching unable to control the pleasure. It's a completely overwhelming state to be in.

Not only that, Jaemin's lazy speed grew back to his usual. Intense and overbearing.

Your thighs getting hit against one another with an ache, "Ever since I laid my eyes on you, I want to ruin you so much. Wreck each and every human part of you.." He sighs, angrily thrusting in and out of you.

"Want to make you mine, welcome you into my Hell." His fingers attached deeply on to your hips as he speeds up. You feel bruised already but hearing his words is making you clench around his entire length.

"F-Fuck.. I'mma cum.."

"Cum for me pretty." His thrusts gaining more strength, hands above your clit whilst he flickers it with his fingers.

You cummed all over his cock, eyes squeezed as you saw stars. Your legs trembling, burning with severe ache. Moans still leave through your mouth at how well you were getting fucked and still are as Jaemin continues.

His cock growing harder as ever inside of your hole knowing his about to finish off. "Want to be filled? Be my cumdump? Let me fill up your needy hole?" He groans deeply, lips attached near your shoulders.

You turn back with pupply like eyes, begging to feel him inside of you already. "Please Jaemin, Please cum, cum in me Please.." Rocking back and forth with his cock giving it a final push.

Your begging is music to his ears. Your soft pleas, he can't take it any longer. His face dipped back on your shoulder releasing an animalistic growl. It was so loud, your certain everyone could hear. Never knowing how deeper his voice could become.

"Come on," Breathing becoming faster, take it for me.Take it all inside."

His cum splatters all inside of your hole, coating your entire inside. Some of the cum dripping below your thighs. Watching your ass becoming needy and sucking in the rest of his cum.

"Fuck...." He licked his lip whilst his cock remained in your ass, watching you yet clench against him.

Your eyes fluttering at another intense orgasm, body jolting all around. You both were exhausted completely.

"You're perfect for me."

Your phone on your bed literally vibrated right after, Jaemin being the one to turn it on.

Jeno♡♡ [01.00am] i miss ur pussy

Jeno♡♡ [01.01am] can we meet up tommrow???

Jaemin let out a huge scoff. Jeno definitely was out of the picture now, you've chosen who you wanted.

He deleted the message and tossed your phone away. He got closer to you as he whispered slowly, "All mine now.."

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give into things i (dont) want to [na jaemin]

academic rival! (yandere ish) prev! big ego!Jaemin x reader, hints of library worker!math major!Jungwoo x reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Warnings: mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, masterbation, forcing??, implied slut shaming, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 Word Count: 2.2k Summary: You learn about academic rival!Jaemin's biggest secret. © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

Jaemin never viewed it as a competition, the rivalry between you and him. It wasn't about outdoing you. More than anything, he yearned for your attention. With time, he faced a truth he couldn't escape: he was deeply, hopelessly in love with you. He adored that confident smirk you'd wear whenever you believed you had the upper hand. The way you'd toss your hair back as you raced to claim your favorite study spot in the library, ensuring he couldn't get there first. Something about you got him filled with excitement.

But for you, every interaction was tinged with rivalry. You hate him so much. With his stoic façade and that penetrating, icy stare, he stood apart. You've always had a distaste for those who appeared too perfect, and Jaemin epitomized that to a tee. Not only was he the top student at your school, but he was also incredibly handsome, rich and popular. The young boy wants to be a surgeon when he grows up. It's almost laughably cliché, like a scene from a cheesy rom-com. Boys wanted to be him, girls wanted to be his.

Senior year of high school was poised to be the most pivotal year of your lives. The first significant exam loomed just after your 18th birthday. You don't regret skipping your birthday celebration, as securing the top score and outperforming Jaemin took precedence in your mind. It’s more important to stay on top, you thought to yourself.

You’re sitting at your favorite spot in the library, a secluded spot framed by expansive windows. You love to sit there because it's hidden and private. The sun rays from the windows fall on your cheeks, as you tap your pen lightly on your notebook. You stare intensely at a specific problem from a past lecture.

“To tackle this problem, one common approach is to use the residue theorem. Consider the contour that is a semicircle in the upper half-plane, C, which is composed of the real line segment from −R to R and the semicircular arc of radius R in the upper half-plane, where R is a large positive real number.” You turned around, confronted by the insufferable smirk you knew all too well. Jaemin is standing right behind you with his hands behind his back.

“Nice try, Jaemin. I don’t need help from a pretentious prick like you.” You refocus on your problem sheet, doing your utmost to block out his irksome presence.

“You just looked like you were struggling so much.” You brush off his comments. They hold no weight for you now. He'd thrown every insult at you, calling you every name in the book, and over time, you learned not to take them to heart. It was wiser to remain unfazed by the persistent negativity, or at the very least, to appear so.

“I’m not listening to whatever you’re trying to say.” You slipped your headphones back on, signaling your intent to shut him out.

"Well, happy late birthday, loser." he remarks before retreating to his usual spot. He always chooses the table adjacent to yours, separated by a sizable bookshelf that obstructs his line of sight. But he'd subtly shift a few books, creating small gaps that allowed him to sneak glimpses of you, desperately hoping that you wouldn’t catch him in the act. He could observe you engrossed in your studies for hours on end.

You have always been really pretty. Sometimes, when you would scratch your legs, making your skirt ride up higher, or when you would unbutton your shirt low enough for your cleavage to be exposed, he would unbuckle his pants, bring out his painfully hard dick, and jerk off to the sight of your delicate body like no tomorrow. He would only be able to bring himself to do such sinful acts in the late hours when only you and he remained in the library.

Occasionally, when you would step away to use the restroom, Jaemin would quickly approach your desk and steal some of your personal items, ensuring he discreetly returned them to easily spotted locations the very next day. His favorite item to steal would be your cherry flavored chapstick. You never thought it was odd how your personal items would vanish, only to reappear by the base of your desk the following day.

It was embarrassing to him, truly. It felt pathetic to be so smitten with someone who calls him a loser, an arrogant snob, someone who would likely never see him in a romantic light.

For as long as Jaemin had been aware of you, you'd mostly been a solitary figure, steering clear of the limelight. A complete loner. During breaks, Mr. Johnny Suh from English Literature appeared to be your sole confidante, as you eagerly exchanged thoughts about your recent reads. Your eyes always lit up with passion when discussing a book's turning points. Occasionally, Jaemin would interject himself into your discussions, eager to catch your gaze. "Such a teacher's pet," you'd silently muse whenever he did that.

But recently, Jaemin noticed a new figure entering your orbit. Your growing closeness with the new library employee, Kim Jungwoo, had him curious about its origins. Jungwoo, a math major from the town's renowned university, and coincidentally good friends with Jaemin’s older brother, Jaehyun.

Always working the closing shifts, Jungwoo often assisted you with your math homework. In return, you'd stay late to help him tidy the bookshelves. Jungwoo, the comedian that he is, often left you bursting into giggles with his endless jokes. On occasions when you felt uneasy walking home alone, Jungwoo offered to walk you home, even though his apartment was on the opposite side of town.

It was clear that it all enraged him extremely. Jaemin is extremely jealous. He detested how Jungwoo would sit beside you in the library to help you with your homework, obstructing his view of you through the gaps of the bookshelf. Jungwoo would keep an eye on your desk whenever you had to use the bathroom.

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Jungwoo had invited you over to his apartment for dinner, and you presumed it was a date. Your excitement was palpable. Over the recent months, you had developed a crush on him. He was the epitome of a gentleman, brilliantly intelligent, humble and undeniably attractive. Always, treating you with the utmost respect.

As you neared what you believed to be his door, you quickly check your reflection in a compact mirror, touching up your makeup and hair for the hundredth time. Taking a deep breath, you then pressed his doorbell.

In a swift moment, his door opened wide. "Y/N, you're right on time." Jungwoo greets you with a smile, ushering you into his apartment and gently shutting the door behind you.

"I brought your favorite snacks," you mentioned, just as he enveloped you in a warm embrace.

As the evening unfolded, you and Jungwoo conversed for hours on a myriad of topics. He cocooned you in blankets and played your favorite tunes. Yet, you sensed something amiss with him; he appeared somewhat distant, as though something weighed on his mind.

“I feel like you’re holding back on something. Something that’s bothering you.” you voiced, attempting to diffuse the palpable tension.

“I’m all ears. You can tell me anything.” You remind him. He scratches his head before taking a deep breath.

“There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you. The exact reason why I asked you to come over.” He starts. “Since people have been complaining about lost items at the library, I was assigned to watch over some security footage…” He paused, letting the silence stretch.

“And?” you prompted, eager for him to proceed. “It’s Jaemin… I watched him beat his dick to you on the security footage… I think…” You're completely taken aback. The words don't seem to compute. Surely, you would have noticed if anything of the sort had occurred. You simply did not believe what you’re hearing.

“I’m not totally sure since the footage is not of the best quality… But it seems like he’s watching you in between gaps of books on the bookshelf… And it would happen often, like… every other day and it would only happen when you’re there.” Jungwoo continued. He finally meets your gaze. The depth of concern in his eyes reveals just how troubled he is by the situation.

“There is also footage of him stealing your items whenever you leave your desk.” You had often pondered why, since spending time with Jungwoo at the library, your items never went missing or were left behind like it always did previously.

“I never had the opportunity to tell you this because I always felt like he was watching us. Sorry for not telling you about this earlier.” He pulls his arms around you in a comforting hug.

“Please, Y/N. Be careful. I can help you get a restraining order on him. I don’t want anything to happen to you.” Your face is buried in his chest.

“Jaemin can be dangerous, especially if his ego gets hurt. I've known him since he was just a baby in diapers. Please trust me, Y/N.” Although uncertainty lingers about the whole situation, you trust Jungwoo. You take him at his word, believing he has no reason to deceive you.

—

It's been two weeks since you discovered Jaemin's unsettling perverted behavior. The library hasn't seen you since; the memories are just too unnerving. At school, you stopped talking to Mr. Suh. You refuse to put yourself in any situation that might lead to an encounter with Jaemin. Instead, you've done your best to sidestep him, believing it to be the wisest course of action for the time being. Hopefully it will keep you safe for now.

It did not take long for Jaemin to pick up on the unusual habits of yours. Jaemin's anger is palpable. Something prompted your avoidance, and he's had his suspicions from the start. In his mind, it had to be because of Jungwoo. Who did Jungwoo think he was, effortlessly pulling you closer while Jaemin, ever so impeccable, felt sidelined despite harboring feelings for you all these years? It all seemed too orchestrated. He has to do something about it, he thinks and lets his anger completely take over.

As you make your way home from school, nearing a narrow alleyway, a sudden sound catches your attention: "Why haven't you been at the library? Struggling to keep up with me?" Jaemin's voice caught you off guard as he stood casually in front of you, hands nestled in his pockets. Nervously, you tugged away your earphones, a look of unease evident on your face. The library had always been your sanctuary. Jaemin couldn't help but wonder if Jungwoo was the reason for your absence.

"I... um... I have somewhere… uhm… to be," you stammered, attempting to move past him, but he obstructed your exit, moving awfully close to you.

“Why have you been so nervous lately? You’ve been avoiding me, haven’t you?.” Jaemin says with an amused smile. ”You’ve always called me names. Pretending to be so cool. Now you can’t even look at me without shaking to your core.” he continues.

“It’s Jungwoo isn’t it? You like to play innocent but you’re not. You like playing around with older guys, don’t you Y/N? I wouldn’t be surprised if you tried to shoot your shot with mr. Suh." Jaemin's voice pierces the silence, sending a chill down your spine. "I... I don't know what you mean… We’re just friends." you respond, your voice betraying a hint of panic.

“You’re the worst liar, Y/N.” he says he pins you to the brick wall, holding a tight grip on your wrist. Jealousy was written all over his face. “Jaemin, please. What are you doing?” you plead to him. Terror gripped you. The menacing darkness in his eyes seemed to penetrate your very soul.

Jaemin swiftly put his lips on yours, pulling you into a deep and lustful kiss. Tears wells your eyes as you desperately try to release yourself from his strong grip. This feels wrong. So wrong.

Jaemin pulls back from the kiss to search your eyes. He recognizes that expression instantly - the look of defeat. The anguish that twisted your expression only seemed to fuel his satisfaction. He could tell he was causing discomfort, and your reactions confirmed it for him.

He goes in for another lustful kiss to then break away from it again. Jaemin sought your gaze, firmly grasping your face until you were compelled to meet his self-assured, lustful eyes. With each passing moment, his sense of relief grew, sensing your surrender. He could feel the weight of your defeat and the shame of realizing you were powerless against it. This was it. He had you exactly where he wanted you. Perhaps it had been a competition all along, and he had emerged victorious.

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neonacity · 2 years

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ARCANE | CH.6 | 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

Chapter Song:

Panic Room > Au/Ra | Revolution > The Score

The harsh glare of the night lamp made your father's shadows even more pronounced as you watched him pace around his dimmed bedroom. You were standing by his door, a book tucked to your side, in your favorite animal printed pajamas that he bought you last Christmas. Your fingers gently tightened around the hard ridges of the storybook, noting with silent disappointment that your wish for him to read it to you tonight would be impossible. Again.

Your father finally took notice of you just as he zipped his suitcase closed. For a few seconds, he simply stared at your face before his gaze finally dropped to the book in your hand. You noticed, and you quickly hid it behind your back just as a look of slight guilt took over him.

"Hey honey. How long have you been there?" He asked softly as he finally picked himself up from his bed to come over to where you are. He gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear before kneeling to get to your eye level. You, on the other hand, tried to avoid his gaze.

"A while…"

"Shouldn't you be in bed now?"

You shifted your weight between your feet in hesitation. The feel of the book now hidden behind your back felt more pronounced than ever and you unconsciously dug your nails into its leather cover in the hopes of it disappearing under your touch.

"I… thought we could read a story together."

The smile bled from your father's face again as you said those words. You've always hated seeing him like this—how he looks at you with a mixture of pity and guilt. You were on the verge of taking a step back so you could disappear into your room again, but you felt him drop his hand on your shoulder to give it a squeeze.

"Did you get it from our library?" He tried to ask with a smile. You simply nodded, your eyes set on your bare feet.

"What did you choose, sweetheart? May I see?"

You hesitated before finally pulling the book out to show it to him. He took one look at its cover before gently taking it from your hand, a small smile on his face.

"The Snow Queen… Very interesting. Why this, princess?"

"I wanted to know why the Snow Queen is a bad person," you mumbled.

"Hm. You think she is a bad person?"

"She kidnapped the young boy. And put ice in his heart."

Your father didn't say anything for a bit after that, his eyes simply set on the book in his hand. It looked a little bit worn out, with some spots on its edges chipped off and faded. He ran his finger carefully down its spine, a thoughtful look in his face as he did so. He seemed to be revisiting something… memories only he has privy to.

"This was your mother's favorite book."

You glanced at him when he said that. To be honest, you've barely had any memories of your mother, so it's not like you feel particularly sad whenever she is brought up to the conversation. However, you've always seen the way your father's heart always drops at the slightest mention of her for as far as you can remember. You can't say you could entirely relate to him when he is the only parent you've ever known, but you've also always tried your best to give him the compassionate ear he needs every time he would remember her.

"I'm sorry if I can't read it to you tonight. Papa has to go on an important trip."

You didn't say anything for a while. There was no point in doing so, to be honest, since this isn't really anything new for you anymore. Silently, your father offered the book back to you.

"I already talked to your baby sitter. She'll drop by here to watch over you during the day and walk you to school. Everything you need, you can ask her, but I also left you money in case you need some. It's in the small purse under your mattress."

"When will you come back?"

He stood up again and started pulling out some files from his desk.

"I… am not sure yet, sweetie. But don't worry. I will always make sure to call or send you a postcard, okay? You like those that come from art museums, right? There might be a few close by to where I am go—"

"Can't I come with you, Papa?"

He stopped in the middle of stashing a bunch of folders into a separate bag at your question. The moment the words were out of your mouth, you were regretting them. You hated how you just blurted them out loud when you already perfectly knew the answer you would hear. It made you feel stupid and childish. Your fingers tightened around the edges of the book in your hands again, its corners digging against the pads of your hands.

Your father, on the other hand, took his time to actually give you a reply. He closed his bag with a resounding snap and hoisted it in his hand, his suitcase on the other, before going over to where you are again. You weren't looking at him, still disappointed at what you just did, when he knelt in front of you once more. Gently, he guided your face up so you could meet his gaze.

"Honey… You know we can't do that. At least, not right now… right?"

You didn't answer. He squeezed your hand with his free one in a comforting gesture.

"If I could, you know I would. But it isn't safe… Papa needs to do it alone. For you."

You hated having this conversation, loathed it with your whole being, so you simply gave a nod just to end it. Your father shot you a grateful smile, one that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"I promise I'll make it up to you, okay? When I come back, we’ll read The Snow Queen together. Will you wait for me until then?"

"Okay, Papa."

You felt him give you a pat on the head before he leaned over to press a kiss on your cheek. After a hushed goodbye and one final hug, he hauled his luggages past you to make his way out the door. You remained standing in the same spot, not even watching him leave, even after you heard him turn the lock.

You didn't really know how many minutes passed before you moved. The silence of the house pressed against your ears almost painfully, and you slowly lifted the book in your hand to stare at it again.

The clock downstairs struck twelve and gave a haunting ding. Looking up, you went towards your father's bed and curled by its foot, settling on the rug.

You carefully opened the hardbound to its first page and read the rest under the ghastly light of the night lamp.

*******

"It's beautiful, don't you think? The painting's title is The Snow Queen."

A gentle voice to your side broke off your concentration. For a moment there you actually forgot where you are, which is almost a shame given the breathtaking beauty of the art gallery you are currently in. Sicheng walked over to you now, looking handsome in his full black outfit which made him stand out in perfect contrast against the all white greco-roman design of the place. He handed you the extra flute of champagne he was holding and gestured towards the painting you have been staring at since he left to fetch your drinks earlier.

"You like it?"

You gave him a smile before turning back towards the artwork you've been admiring. Compared to the others on display, the picture wasn't particularly majestic or grand in execution, but it was also the only one that managed to capture your attention the moment you strolled into the room.

It was an oil creation by an anonymous artist showing the back of a girl in a simple white nightgown staring at an open window. Stretched out in front of her is a winter landscape painted in vibrant blues and pale yellows. A sliver of a forest can be seen in the horizon she was gazing at.

At first glance, anyone would assume she was watching over her lands, her kingdom even, if one is to consider the literal title of the picture. However, the way she held herself while gazing at the barren beauty in front of her sent you a different impression altogether. For some reason, you can't help but think that she was waiting for something, or someone, with the way she was longingly staring into the distance despite her face not being in view.

"Yes… I like the use of colors. It's a winter scene but the paints are still full of life. Too bad the artist did not leave their name."

Sicheng stepped a little bit closer to you now so he could get a better look. His shoulders brushed against your bare arms, and you mentally noted how you didn't feel the urge to move away when the distance between the two of you became intimate. Instead you surreptitiously glanced at him, wondering to yourself silently how someone can look so striking in just their side profile alone. Out of his usual boring uniform, he looked like someone straight out of a classic movie.

Saying that he surprised you tonight would be a humble understatement. For one, when he invited you to go out for drinks, you weren't expecting said drinks to be flutes of expensive champagne being offered in an exclusive art exhibition. Just like what he promised, he did message you—probably after fishing for your contact details from Cypher's employee database—with the event details along with the generous offer to pick you up in the evening. It seemed too good to be true for you, like a perfect scene taken from a cheesy sequence in a romantic movie, but it was also exactly what you needed, especially after the latest turn of events that had taken most of your concentration at work.

"I can try and ask my friend if he personally knows the artist, but I doubt the information was even disclosed to him. It's quite normal for art galleries to get anonymous pieces like this."

"You seem to know a lot about how things work here," you observed simply without taking your eyes off the painting. You felt him glance at you briefly.

"I just happened to have gotten close to this client after working on several projects with him. I'm the one who created the security of this gallery. I guess he wanted to thank me for keeping millions of his property safe."

You took a sip of your drink now and looked over to him curiously. "So all the tech at Cypher… that's also all you?"

He slightly leaned his head to the side in thought. "Not just me. I work with a team, but yes, I kinda had a hand on all of them. The security and access systems, the databases as well."

You nodded thoughtfully. You know next to nothing about tech stuff, but you have to admit; from your personal experience alone, you're pretty sure the Institute is one of the most advanced and well-secured corporations in the country.

"Thank you for inviting me here though. I really needed it," you murmured as you took another sip of your drink. Sicheng turned to look at you again, but didn't say anything for the next few seconds. You have to thank the slight buzz the alcohol gave you now, because otherwise, you would have surely blushed from the way he was staring at you.

"I'm glad you like it. I thought you would find this boring."

You laughed. "I love art galleries and museums. My father used to travel a lot and he would make sure to send me a postcard from them if there's a place close to where he is staying."

"That's sweet. Where is he now?"

Your hand stilled just as you were about to tip your glass to your lips again.

"He left for a long-term trip," you finally managed to reply.

"I see," he gave you a smile that washed down the slight tinge of bitterness in your mouth. "I have to say though, I can't really promise to always bring you to fancy dates like this one. I find them quite restrictive."

That made the corners of your lips tip upwards in amusement.

"Oh… So you're already thinking of the next one then?"

You peered at him just in time to catch the blush that crept to his cheeks. Your voice sounded casual, but you know he isn't dense enough not to catch the subtle playful lilt in your tone. He slightly cleared his throat and took a drink out of his own glass.

"Is that what I said?"

"Mm-hm. You also used the word 'date.'"

Sicheng gave a slight sigh before finally meeting your gaze.

"Well… do you want to?" He asked, his gaze innocent… hopeful.

Your heart skipped a bit at his question. To be honest, when you decided to give this a try, you really weren’t planning for a follow through of the night. He's cute and seems to be an overall nice person from what you've seen so far, but you still only have one foot in the door when it comes to the idea of dating someone from work. However, you would also be a hypocrite if you deny the growing part of you that's slowly being convinced to break your personal rule. Your best friend was right. As much as you didn't want to admit it, your work is slowly taking over your life—and not in a good way. It's not even the type of laser-focus that you usually get when you are hyper fixated on something. It almost feels like an addiction… an urge that you know you should be taking control over instead of the other way around. You wanted to know more about Project Dream and its patients. So much that it sometimes feels like a borderline obsession.

"Sicheng… I like the name."

The wayward silent thought almost felt like a punch in your gut as it intrusively floated through your mind again. You've never really seen the boys after that confusing test drill you witnessed, but you can't help but feel chills every time you remember Jaemin's last words to you. A silly part of you even felt slightly scared for Sicheng for a quick moment, though you've checked off the idea as a slight case of paranoia for now. After all, there's no way they can touch him. They have no reason to…. right?

You pushed the usual worry and focused instead on meeting the eyes of the boy in front of you. You genuinely like him, there is no doubt about that, so maybe what you are about to do now is not such a bad idea after all.

You smiled.

"I'd love to. But only if you let me choose where we should go next."

The smile Sicheng gave you in reply made his whole face light up. Your stomach did a flip, the good one that felt like a burst of butterflies this time.

"Under one condition."

"Hm?"

"Try to call me by my nickname. Sicheng sounds too formal sometimes since it’s a work name."

You laughed. "How do you want me to call you then?"

He reached out slowly for your free hand and turned it gently in his.

"Winwin. Winwin will sound cute from you."

*******

Maybe you should have skipped work today.

You knew it was too late of a thought for you to consider now as you stared at the double doors of the greenhouse in front of you with a sullen expression. To give yourself credit, the professionnal side of you did berate yourself for even entertaining the childish idea, though even that still didn’t give you enough of a push to actually take a step inside the room.

A few more long, painful seconds passed before you finally decided to actually do something. Your mood is all over the place—for good reason—but still you tried to steady yourself by taking a deep breath. You know full well that no amount of breathing exercises can do good to your mounting irritation at the moment, so you simply went ahead and tapped open the gates anyway before you could even change your mind. Besides, it's not like the boy waiting for you on the other side of them can complain any way. He kinda deserves your sour mood—by a lot, actually.

You found him seated in the middle of the greenhouse, in the space where a garden table and some benches were set up as a kind of miniature resting space in the room. He didn't turn to look at you when you approached, his eyes set on the small koi pond across from him, but you knew he heard your soft steps when he ever so slightly angled his face to the side. You stopped on the fringes of the clearing, not really saying anything.

"I read an article saying that plants can help improve someone's mood," he said, despite keeping his focus on the fishes he had been feeding from his seat. You frowned lightly at him but didn't give a reply.

"I guess it's not working?"

You pursed your lips.

"Not even a whole forest can probably make my mood better right now."

You saw the way his cheeks pulled up slightly into an amused smile from the little of his side profile that you could see. Finally, he turned to look at you from his seat.

"You're pissed at me…"

"Did you pick that up by getting in my head again, Renjun?"

This time there was a slight look of guilt that crossed his features. He sighed and finally gave you an apologetic smile.

"Can you at least sit beside me so I can apologize properly?"

You hesitated. It was obvious that he noticed your reservations from the way he stared at you guiltily.

"Believe me. I hadn't tried to look into you from the second you came in. Not even a peek. I don't think anyone needs to read minds just to see how on edge you are right now," he tapped the spot next to him then. "Please? Let me make it right."

The way he sounded so soft and soothing almost made you curse at yourself. Damn it. What is it about Renjun that makes you so confusingly at ease with him all the time? You’re pretty sure that you’re irritated at him at the moment, and yet there is something in the way that he just is that is telling you to trust him and just go. You sighed. Whatever it is, you’re obviously not going to figure it out right now, not if you don’t give him a chance.

His pale face lit up when you finally crossed the distance to him. You made sure to leave a respectable distance between the two of you, but even that space couldn't spare you from the way his gaze thoughtfully skimmed over your features when you finally settled on your spot. You kept your eyes on the pond in front of you, making a pointed effort to avoid his gaze.

"Well?"

"I'm sorry… I was wrong. I shouldn't have said what I said back in the arena."

You frowned. You're expecting that, but you need to hear something else.

"And?"

Renjun took a bit to answer. You didn't need to look at him to know that he was searching for the best way to say what he was going to say next. What you didn't expect, however, was the warm feeling of gentle fingers going over your hand resting on the bench. You've barely realized what was happening when he interlocked your fingers together.

Your attention was torn between your instinct to pull away from him and zone in on what he just said. His touch was not offensive at all—he was holding you lightly so that you could easily move away if you wanted to—but there was also an odd sense of comfort that wrapped you now as his skin touched yours. What’s even more strange is that you knew it isn’t induced by anything supernatural at all. It was simply you being comfortable with him... Something that admittedly doesn't happen much with you and other people.

"I apologize for getting in your head. I didn't mean to. But I also couldn't help it."

"What do you mean you couldn't help it?"

Renjun sighed and leaned back against the bench while never breaking his hold on you.

"Lee Haechan. That boy gets on my nerves so much. Admittedly, I partly did it because I was trying to look for something to use against him. I'm sure you've noticed how interested he is in you?"

You swallowed and chose not to answer that for now. Instead, you decided to deflect the topic by opening a new one.

"You seem to be easily triggered by him. Do you often fight?"

Renjun laughed softly and shook his head. "I wouldn't call it fighting… We're friends. We grew up together. But sometimes, he overwhelms me. Partly, it is because our Arcanas are designed to oppose each other."

"Or work together… If you want to, you can complement each other," you said carefully. You saw a ghost of a smile touch his lips.

"You knew right? The other reason why I did it?"

Your gaze shifted slightly from his. You did, but it was something you haven’t really opened up to anyone, not even with Kun. Partly, it’s because you wanted to make sure you just weren’t drawing assumptions from thin air.

"You wanted to stop the test drill,” you finally said in a quiet voice. You have confirmed before walking in here that this session will be unmoderated and unwatched, but you still can’t help but be careful about your every word and move. That’s exactly how you have been feeling lately every time at work—on edge, as if a sniper’s crosshairs is always set at the back of your head.

Renjun didn't confirm it, but you did feel his fingers close just a little bit tighter on yours.

"You've figured him out… Of course."

You both went silent for a while. That was another odd thing about you and him. You barely know the boy, but in moments like this, you feel like you have an almost telepathic connection with him. You two can talk in riddles and still understand each other by reading between the lines.

"Somebody needed to step in, otherwise that drill might have ended in a disaster. Everyone just got so competitive that day. Unfortunately, self control isn’t really our strongest suit—I could even feel mine cracking—so something needed to happen to ground us back."

"Jaemin," you mumbled under your breath. Renjun smiled.

"It was a dirty trick to pull, but it worked."

You felt your breath slightly hitch at his indirect confirmation. That’s exactly what you couldn’t understand though. Haechan’s little ‘crush’ makes little sense to you already, but the boy has also made it obvious from day one that he is, in a way, openly interested in you. Jaemin, however, was different. You couldn’t understand why anything remotely related to you could set him off, especially when he made it obvious to everyone that he had zero intentions to show a peep about what he could do that day. Renjun using you as a trigger for him doesn’t make sense, no matter how much you try to understand it.

"She knew what she was doing when she put you there as bait," Renjun said so softly that you barely caught it. You immediately got who he was referring to, a sinking feeling setting in your stomach as you did.

"And I don't understand why. Why me?"

"Maybe because we're interested in you."

"None of you even know me."

"That's debatable."

You frowned. There was an unexplainable glint playing in Renjun’s eyes that just opened up a thousand more questions in your head, though he didn’t give you a chance to ask them with what he did next. Slowly, he raised your hand that he was holding to his lips and pressed a kiss against your knuckles.

“So, do you forgive me? I promise not to get into your head again… ever.”

You froze. At first you couldn’t understand what he was doing, but then you felt his nails slightly dig against the palm of your hand as if he was sending you a secret code. Your eyes widened when you realized what was happening. He was pressing something into your hand—something small and thin. He smiled and gave you the slightest nod ever.

It took you everything to reign yourself in. From somewhere on the other side of the room, you heard a door open followed by a couple of footsteps. The guards have come to fetch him back.

“Alright. I trust you,” you finally said, your throat tight.

Renjun’s face lit up again. He gently let go of you and stood up the same time two men appeared from a corner. You quickly closed your fist and drew it back to yourself.

“It’s time to go,” one of the guards called out from the side. The boy turned and gave them a slight nod.

“I’ll see you again soon. Thank you for forgiving me,” he said before turning to make his way out. He was already a few steps away when he stopped and looked at you again.

“Hey, want to know a secret? There’s another reason why I did that asshole move.”

You only stared at him, half your mind still occupied by what you were holding in your fist. His smile widened at the look you gave him.

“I was a little jealous too.”

*******

The reverberating sound of the bathroom stall clicking shut sounded louder than usual in your ears. Your throat felt dry and there was a slight shake in your hands that you tried to calm as you pressed your back against the closed door to ground yourself. After taking a few quick breaths, you pulled down the toilet seat cover and settled on it before getting something from the pocket of your coat.

The piece of paper Renjun secretly handed you was already crumpled but you tried to smoothen it out as carefully as you can with your shaking fingers. When you finally unfolded it, you eyes immediately zoned in on its contents. Printed there in beautiful handwriting is a sequence of what seemed like random numbers and letters. You blinked, trying to exactly figure out what you were looking at.

Coordinates?

Not wasting another second, you pulled up your phone and quickly typed in the string of code in a map application, but not before making sure that you’ve switched to your personal data. There is definitely a reason why Renjun passed this to you in secret and the least you could do is to leave digital trails that can be followed by whoever he is keeping it from. You tried to swallow back the thundering sound of your heartbeat as you nervously waited for the application to bring back results.

It pinged back after what seemed like forever. Clutching your phone hard, you frowned as you quickly tried to digest the result on the screen. You were right. The code was a coordinate for a location, but the red pin you were seeing now seems to be set in a forest in the middle of nowhere. You frowned and tried to click on it to see more of its details. From the looks of the map alone, the spot is a few hours of drive away from the city, and at least half an hour drive from the closest housing in the area. No other details were shown on the page other than a name.

Rosewood Academy and Orphanage.

Your heart stopped. You didn’t know how long you stared at your screen, your concentration only broken when you felt something vibrate in your pocket. Pulling out your work phone numbly, you quickly held it up to your ear when you realized who was calling.

“Hey, where are you? I was about to send the report to—,” Kun’s voice came on the line the moment you answered it. You didn’t let him finish.

“Kun. Can I ask you a question?”

The man stopped, obviously a little confused by the tone of your voice.

“Yeah. What’s up?”

“Do you want to have drinks with me later?”

*******

You were doing such a bad job trying to stay calm as you waited for your partner to slip on the booth seat across from you. It was seven in the evening, and even though the diner you chose didn’t have as much people than others in the same area, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking around furtively to check your surroundings.

“Okay, can you at least talk to me about it now?”

You almost jumped in your seat as Kun's voice suddenly came from behind you. You waited for him to get to his seat, muttering a soft thank you as he passed you a cold bottle of beer he was adamant of getting the moment you entered the bar. You can’t really blame him for being on edge though. The poor guy had to suffer through your tensed silence for the rest of the work day despite the many times he tried to make you talk.

Now that you’re here though, you didn’t exactly know where to start. You have to thank the gods for giving Kun the patience to put up with you as you grabbed your beer and took a swig of it first in an effort to calm yourself. The moment that you put it down, you asked him the first question that popped into your head.

“Can I trust you?”

The look he gave you was a mixture of confusion and worry. You didn’t wait for him to speak, choosing instead to lean towards the table so you could drop your voice.

“Chenle. You care for him, right?”

This time, Kun’s eyes widened a little. He frowned.

“What’s going on?”

“I didn’t know who I could share this with but I want to trust you,” you said as you pulled the piece of paper Renjun gave you and passed it over to him. He immediately took it, looking confused still. “Renjun. He passed this over to me secretly earlier while we’re having our session. They’re coordinates.”

“Of what?”

You flipped over your phone to show him the map location you pulled earlier. “Have you ever heard of Rosewood Academy and Orphanage?”

Kun squinted at your phone screen and shook his head.

“No? Well you’re not the only one. I tried looking up more information about it, but apparently it has very limited footprint in the internet. A few outdated articles mentioned it, saying that it was an exclusive privately-funded school and orphanage for kids and adolescents. It doesn’t even have a website.”

“That’s strange. Homes like this advertise themselves at least minimally to the public. Is it still under operation?”

You shook your head. “I have no idea. There was no number I could call. The closest district to it is about half an hour away. I tried reaching out to its public office to ask about the place but they couldn’t give me any proper information because the building is in private, protected lands. It’s out of their watch. But they did mention something that happened there around eight months ago.”

“What is it?”

It took you a while to physically bring yourself to answer. “They said they sent the fire department there because the place was in flames and they were the closest district who could help. By the time they arrived, the building was mostly done for. They said they couldn’t find any victims, or anyone at all."

You saw the way Kun paled under the harsh overhead light of the booth. You knew he was trying to follow your train of thought, the color draining from his features as he tried to fit the pieces together in his head.

“And Renjun gave you this… why…?”

The way he asked that told you that it was simply a rhetorical question from him at this point. Still, you decided to give him an answer.

“You’ve been working for Project Dream longer. Have you ever checked the history of the boys?”

He shook his head and swallowed. “No. I haven’t bothered. There was no reason for me to. I don’t even know if I have access to it.”

“Which means, none of us even know if they joined Cypher voluntarily in the first place.”

Kun’s gaze snapped upwards to lock with yours. At that moment, you knew. You did the right thing by sharing this with him.

“Kun, what if they’re forced to be there? You told it so yourself. The tests can be rigorous. There’s a reason why Renjun gave me this address. What if they’re taken from Rosewood?”

“But why?”

You took a while to answer. “That’s the question. Have you ever tried asking yourself what Cypher really wants from them? Why are they so desperate if this is just a regular research experiment? I think the boys are passing me this message, showing me what they can do, because they’re asking for help.”

Kun didn’t react for what almost felt like a full minute. He simply stared at you before finally looking away. “I don’t know. Now that you’ve told me this, what are you—”

You reached out to grab his hand before he could even finish. You know Kun. In the short span of time that you’ve been working with him, you’ve gotten a pretty good read of his character already. He’s one who stands for facts, but he also has very strong morals. His particular closeness with Chenle and his general concern for the boys are proof enough of that. If you want to get to the bottom of this, he’s the only one you would be willing to trust the most.

“Help me,” you said now, looking deep into his eyes. “I still don’t know what’s going on here, but we have to try and dig it up. They might need our help.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, just simply stared at you as if he was weighing his choices. Finally, he sighed.

“Where do we even start?”

The wave of relief that washed over you was immeasurable. You squeezed his hand before drawing yours away.

“First, we have to find out who these boys really are. Let’s see if we can take a look at their files. Second, we need to know what Cypher wants from them. Last,” you paused, Kun giving you a look that said he already knows what you’re going to say next.

“We have to make Cypher believe that we’re still on their team.”

*******

The sound of the soles of your shoes bounced against the empty corridors of the building in an almost foreboding staccato. It was late in the evening and the lights in the sprawling hallways of the Institute had been dimmed a little, signaling the end of shift of many. You have already gotten home yourself after the talk with Kun when you realized late that you’ve forgotten to bring home an important file with you no thanks to your distracted state earlier. Any normal day and you would have let it go since you will be going to work tomorrow anyway, but you have every plan on pulling an all-nighter, simply because you already know that your brain wouldn’t be giving you peace tonight after everything that has happened.

You ducked a little now over your purse to rummage for the keycard you need to open the door to your office. You didn't even bother to get dressed properly for the quick drive to work this time, just opting instead to throw a light jacket over your sweater since you only need to grab some files. The moment the entrance parted for you, you went straight to your desk without paying attention to anything else.

"Fancy office you have here. The home entertainment system is my favorite."

The sudden voice that came from somewhere in the darkness tore a suppressed scream from you. Your hands flew to cover your lips as you whipped around, eyes wide, towards the source of the sound.

The room was dark except for a few lamps open over the control center side of the room, but you could clearly see his outline now as he lounged casually over one of the swivel chairs there. Most of him was still covered by shadows, but you were still able to catch the way his lips parted into a smile before he picked himself up from his seat. He took a step closer to where you are, into a better lit spot in the room, looking relaxed with his hands in his pockets.

You pressed yourself closer against the edge of your desk unconsciously. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest, and for a quick second you were convinced that he could hear it from the way his lips curved into a smirk as he watched you.

"Wha-What are you doing here, Jaemin?"

You wished your voice could have come out steadier, but something about the air in the room was making you fight for your breath. Jaemin simply shrugged in answer and angled his head slightly to the side.

"I sometimes go here when I'm bored. Nothing screams 'fuck them' more than going to places the coats think they've restricted us from. I can go to any room I want in this building…" he said, his voice as sweet as it was dangerous. His gaze sharpened a little as he smiled at you.

"...But you already know that, don't you, darling?"

You couldn't answer. You even actually felt a little unstable, so you subtly leaned your hand against the corner of your table to keep yourself steady. Jaemin took another step closer to you again at a painfully slow pace. You felt like a cornered prey, with your predator enjoying every second of the thrill of the hunt before jumping in for the kill.

"You know… I was kinda disappointed that you didn't come looking for me after that day at the arena. I know you have questions, but instead you... blatantly avoided me. I have to admit, it hurt my feelings a bit."

You swallowed. He took another step forward but stopped just as he was a few feet from where you were standing. The tension in the air was almost making you choke.

"But then again, maybe you were just busy. Are you having fun with your new boyfriend? I looked him up. Handsome fella."

That finally made something in you snap. Your eyes darted to meet his as fear—mixed with anger—flooded your veins. You glared at him openly and he met it with a playful smile.

"Leave Sicheng out of this."

"Oh? You're feeling protective over him now, too? Very interesting."

"If you touch him—"

"What makes you think I will?"

His question made the words fade in your throat. You know exactly what he is doing. He is framing you to give him the exact answer he wants to hear. You swallowed.

"Because that's what you do," you said in a voice so quiet you doubt he even heard it. He did, of course, judging from the way he took a step closer to you again the moment the words left your lips. This time though, he didn't stop until he was close enough for you to touch. You couldn't have moved away even if you wanted to, not with your desk pinning you exactly where he wants you.

"And what is it that I can do?" He asked in an equally soft voice that made you feel like you were being ripped from the inside and put together again at the same time. The last thing you wanted was to give him the satisfaction he wants, but you can't help it. Not when he is this close.

You tried to push back the blockage in your throat. Your eyes met his, and you noticed how his gaze dropped momentarily to your lips as you did so.

"Temptation. Compulsion. You control people."

Your voice lacked any passionate emotions behind them—other than concealed fear—but your words still made him smile as if you whispered to him the sweetest words of love. At that moment, it felt like time slowed as he lifted his hand to gently reach out for a loose tendril of your hair. He caressed the strand between his thumb and pointer finger, his eyes never leaving your face.

"What do they call me then? Come on… I want to hear you say it."

The world stopped turning at that moment. You locked gazes with him, and he smiled at you so beautifully, he looked like heaven's favorite angel.

"The Devil."

His eyes danced. Under the dimmed lighting of the room, your mind was almost tricked into thinking that the shadows around the two of you moved to kiss and worship him.

"Smart girl. Now the question is, what are you going to do about that… Angel?"

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CHAPTER 7

Card Drawn:

The Devil | 15 | IL Diavolo

A/N: Did I just put in more easter eggs here? Yes, yes I did. As usual, enjoy! ♥️

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yutanology · 1 year

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minty breathe blew your right ear as he moaned your name, so whiny, so needy. your fingers tangled with his dark locks, giving them a tug everytime he hits that perfect spot that makes your walls clench around his cock.

he only moans louder. his mouth left agape as his drool leaks at the sides of his swollen lips. the bed creaked at his every thrust. both your legs shaking and your toes curling. it didn't take too long before you had reached your climax but he still didn't stop fucking you when he had already came for the fifth time.

you let go of his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck instead as he found his way into you deeper. his pace didn't falter at all but his thrusts were getting sloppier. you knew he wouldn't last long either.

you creamed around his cock again before you pushed him off of you. he let out a pathetic whine when his hard cock was exposed on the cold air. your half lidded lustful eyes met his teary ones. it's almost as if he's begging you to let him fuck you once more. you sat on top of him.

you slapped his cheek with the back of your hand. it wasn't that hard but it was still enough to make him feel the slight sting on his skin. your fingers gripped on his lower jaw, "aren't you getting a little too selfish, pet?" the change in your tone only made his cock twitch.

your other hand gripped on his cock, your thumb circled on his tip a few times before he thrashed, begging you to let him cum. "p-please! ahhh!" you let go of his dick, refusing his orgasm. frustrated warm tears dampened his rosy cheeks. "you think you deserve to cum after what you did?"

he did nothing but sob, reaching out for you to touch him again. but you're not planning to give him what he wants just yet. "cry all you want. I'm not letting you cum until you've learned your lesson." your thumb teased his red tip once again, earning another loud cry from him.

"this is what naughty boys like you deserve."

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midday0nightmares · 11 months

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i just finished reading mid day nightmares and oh my god saying that it is amazing is an understatement because it is so much more than that mere word. the whole fic took me on a roller coaster of emotions 😭 and the original ending is the most suitable to the story line. i feel bad for jaemin, maybe he and sera are together and happy (and healthy) in another life

I hope I win the latest replay award!

thank you for the kind words, glad you enjoyed it as well, because I enjoyed writing it too much that I miss it (them)

#nct dream #nct jeamin #nct jeno #nct yandere #nct mafia #nct dream yandere

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neocentral · 16 days

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Rating: 18+. mdni. Pairing: Park Jisung x Reader Synopsis: The night Jisung had longed for didn't go as planned, leaving him clueless and confused. Feeling desperate, Jisung decided to confront you. Word Count: 5.6k Trigger Warnings: noncon, manipulation, very brief self-harm mention (skin picking), recreational drug use (marijuana) Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, loss of virginity, biting, slight scent kink Warning: My tags are not exhaustive. Proceed at your own discretion. Note: I don't usually write full-length fics so feedback and comments are appreciated! Wonbin version (I am riizeblr!)

You weren’t answering.

It had been three days since he had seen you and all that came after was missed phone calls and text messages left on delivered. You couldn’t even be bothered to open them. Jisung didn’t get it. What had he done wrong? You were being so cruel to him, especially after he had bared his heart to you days ago, left himself vulnerable and at your mercy. And now, you were making Jisung feel unwanted.

You acted like it was unexpected, something Jisung also failed to understand. There was nothing unexpected about any of this. Jisung had been scattering hints left and right since he met you. Back when the two of you were experiencing the unfortunate changes of puberty, brace-faced and skin littered with blemishes. But even then Jisung knew there would never be anyone he would want more than you. And you had been reciprocating.

You had stuck by Jisung through everything. You complimented and consoled him when he was too afraid of his daily contacts and he walked around with his cracked lenses for weeks before he got his hands on new glasses that were just as unflattering. You defended him angrily, tripping the boy who had teased Jisung’s lanky stature during gym, making sure to laugh louder than anyone else on the field when his nose met the ground. You had jumped into his arms as he dropped his matching admissions letter onto your desk, your smile bigger than his while you expressed your excitement of experiencing the world alongside him.

That was why the lack of responses left Jisung in the dark, escaping into the depths of his mind trying to piece together what happened. The night was perfect for Jisung—all of it. The setbacks didn’t feel like much to him knowing that things had undoubtedly changed that night, outweighing the certain struggle that had occurred.

Clearly, you didn’t feel the same.

Jisung threw his head back, banging it against the plush headrest of his car, exasperated and exhausted. He hadn’t slept since that night. His bed suddenly felt much too big and his body felt much too cold without you. Jisung tossed and turned, rubbing his puffy eyes as he stared at the ceiling for hours until he couldn’t take it and he picked up his phone again to text you, hoping you’d finally respond.

He sighed, feeling his lip twitch while he opened his messages, staring back at only a fraction of his pathetic pleading for your attention.

Today 2:46AM

Jisung: are you feeling okay?

Missed Call (2) 2:58AM

Today 6:47AM

Jisung: you aren’t answering me…

Missed Call 9:17PM

Today 12:46PM

Jisung: love :(

Missed Call (3) 1:18PM

Today 1:27PM

Jisung: ???

Missed Call (6) 5:58PM

Today 6:14PM

Jisung: pick up the phone y/n

Today 7:24PM

Jisung: this is getting kinda old now, don’t you think?

Today 8:01PM

Jisung: hello???

Today 9:34PM

Jisung: 🙄

Delivered.

Jisung blinked at his screen, a thumb hovering over the keyboard again. His other hand sat on his steering wheel, fingers anxiously tapping. He looked up. All the lights in your apartment building were dimmed, but he knew you were awake. You never slept this early, growing paranoid as your neighbors slept. The silence made you anxious. The mental image of darkened hallways and the flickering lights in the elevator. The emergency door was broken too, left ajar and unwatched. Jisung had advised you to move out, sending link after link about vacant apartments in his building.

You’ll be safe near me… I won't let anything happen to you.

You always dismissed him. You couldn’t afford an apartment on his side of town on your own and he knew that, but something inside him wanted to tempt you into asking him to save you in some way. It’s not like you hadn’t asked him before. You used to call Jisung to keep you company over the phone. You would tell him how comforting his voice was, his steady breathing calming your heart. Jisung wondered if you were still scared. Who else would you call? Jisung didn’t like where his mind took him.

Is this how you felt? All those nights alone in your rundown home, alone and surrounded by silence. Jisung wondered what it would feel like to be comforted by you, this time. After the words exchanged that night you should be more than willing. But then again, he wouldn’t be feeling this way if it weren’t for you.

Slender fingers hovered over his keyboard.

Today 10:33PM

Jisung: pick up the pho|

Jisung: I’m serious y/n|

Jisung: I’m running out of patie|

No.

Jisung: you won’t like what I’m about to do|

Jisung bit his lip, eyeing the words he typed without hesitation. What would he do? He blinked as an idea flashed in his mind.

No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Jisung: please don’t make me|

Jisung: please don’t ma|

Jisung: please d|

Jisung: ple|

Jisung swallowed. Would he?

Today 10:34PM

Jisung: you’re being incredibly immature.

Minutes passed and Jisung felt ridiculous for feeling dejected at the unchanging delivered. He didn’t know what he was expecting. He sighed again and slipped out of his car, kicking loose gravel and glancing over his shoulder as he pressed a button on his keys, watching the headlights flash as the doors locked. Once. Twice. He sniffled, the freezing wind making his nose run, catching him off-guard despite seeing the condensation fogging his windows throughout the hours he spent in his car.

The metal box of the keypad was even colder. He hurried as he entered the code on the keypad to let himself inside. He doubted it would take much to enter even if he didn’t have the passcode. Jisung paused, shaking his hair out of his eyes, what if something had happened to you? What if you were right the entire time and there truly was something lurking in the halls? A farfetched theory, but he still found himself feeling guilty for growing frustrated by you.

The trek up to your door was familiar. The walk that would leave him feeling giddy whenever you decided phone calls weren’t enough, but this time, his heart clenched. Each step he took made him feel like he was walking closer and closer to something he wasn’t prepared for.

The wood on the edges of your front door was chipped and the layer of paint thrown on top was streaky and thin. Jisung raised his fist, three confident knocks placed to the center. Jisung took a deep breath, rolling his shoulders as he waited for the rattle of your weathered copper doorknob.

Nothing.

Today 10:58PM

Jisung: I’m outside

Read 10:58PM

Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat. The desperation to speak to you, and clarify the events of that night amplified. He tapped his foot.

Jisung: open the door

Read 10:59PM

Jisung sighed, eyes flickering from the dim screen of his phone to the peeling paint of your front door.

Jisung: please?

Jisung: ?

If it weren’t for the breath caught in his throat, Jisung wouldn’t have heard the light padding of socked feet against the wooden floors. He doesn’t know how you do it. It was impressive that you had adapted to the subpar condition until you learned how to navigate your apartment in total silence, avoiding every loose wooden panel, light on your feet that were never missing cutely patterned socks. Jisung can see the thick fluffy socks in his mind, their lining protecting your precious feet from the cold ground.

Jisung was the opposite. It was like he couldn’t get away from the weak spots. His feet made an ugly creak bounce off the walls as he gave you a sheepish look. You smiled and told him you didn’t mind, unafraid of a little noise with him around. It made Jisung feel good to hear you say that. Each time, his heart swelled even bigger.

“I can hear you,” Jisung said, cheek hovering next to the door. “C’mon… let me in.”

He knew you could hear the pout in his words. You knew him well enough to know what he was feeling without him needing to tell you. He knew you just as well, at least, he thought he did. He was still baffled by this entire situation, lost and confused.

Jisung waited and still, nothing.

Jisung felt his eyes narrow and a thump in his heart. “Open the goddamn door, y/n.” He scoffed, “don’t you think I deserve some sort of explanation? At least give me that much.”

“Jisung?” you said, nothing above a whisper.

Jisung felt his breath leave his lungs. Your voice. God, he missed your sweet voice. “Yeah,” a small smile of relief lifted the corners of his lips, “it’s me… open up so we can talk, okay?”

His teeth caught his bottom lip as he waited, trying to calm his nerves. This time, the familiar rattle met his ears. The copper doorknob began to twist after a few harsh pulls. Jisung used to joke about you getting locked in, a teasing grin directed at you as he told you that not all monsters lurk outside.

Jisung saw your hands first. Your nails were coated with chipped nail polish, the same color you had been wearing the last time he saw you. They were a soft pink, the shade doing wonders for the melanin in your skin. But, you had been anxiously picking at the skin around your fingernails, some bits pulled too far, leaving your fingers littered with sore, exposed flesh. It was one of your worst habits, one that Jisung actively tried to control. When his usual tactics failed to work, he would sometimes offer his own hands. He let you pick and pull on his sensitive skin just so you wouldn’t hurt your precious digits. Jisung grazed his fingertips, feeling nothing but unharmed skin.

His eyes followed the trail of your arm as it came into view, covered in the material of an old long-sleeve that you wore almost daily in high school. Jisung had fond memories of the time. Dimmed lights and hushed voices late into the night at weekly sleepovers, secrets shared beneath blankets, or morning strolls to school with a warm cup of hot chocolate Jisung had prepared held in your gloved hands.

Jisung almost gasped when he saw your face. His heart clenched, his hands itching to reach for you and pull you close. He wanted to pull you against his chest, letting you hear the steady beat of his heart to soothe you until you finally hugged him back, gripping his shirt like he would slip away. Jisung would never dream of doing such a thing.

Jisung observed your under-eyes, the skin weighted and dark in color. Even the shade of your irises looked dulled. It was clear you hadn’t gotten any rest, much like Jisung. You probably sat awake all night, brain wandering to Jisung’s skin like his did yours. You looked at him, pupils flickering around his face that didn’t look any better than yours. The effects of being apart were apparent. You needed Jisung as much as he needed you. Perhaps this time apart made you realize that.

You blinked slowly, lashes fluttering and brushing against your swollen cheeks. Your lips puckered, teeth beginning to nibble on the inside of your cheek. Another terrible habit. Jisung wanted to kiss you, distract your restless mouth with his tongue. He wouldn’t mind, already feeling deprived of the taste of your tongue.

He lifted his hand, ghosting it over your chin. You recoiled immediately, moving your face from reach. Jisung swallowed. “You’ll hurt yourself, love.”

“I know,” you said. “I’m sorry.”

Jisung knew what you were apologizing for. You were apologizing for gnawing on your cheek, not for all the pain you had caused him. That is what you should be remorseful about. His tears, his stress, his confusion.

“It’s okay,” his voice was soft, movements slow as he stepped into your home. “The last few days have been hard for both of us.” Jisung kicked off his shoes, gaze fixed on your face that held an unfamiliar expression. “Things will be better now that we’re together.” He approached you slowly, hands lifted to show that he was no harm to you. Jisung would never hurt you.

You looked down, fiddling with your harmed fingers. Jisung heard you draw a breath. “I don’t want to see you anymore.”

Jisung’s mouth felt dry, his heart felt heavy in his chest, and his brain paused, “what?”

Your lips wobbled, the breaths through your nose short and rough. “I can’t… I don’t,” you exhaled through your mouth, soothing yourself this time. “I don't want to see you anymore.”

It was Jisung’s turn to be silent. What do you mean? Why don’t you want to see him? What had he done wrong? What had changed? Aside from the obvious inevitable progression of your relationship. It was bound to happen, surely you knew that.

“Love,” Jisung began.

“Stop calling me that!” you snapped.

Jisung tutted. He had always called you “love,” it was nothing new. It was second nature to him and you had never commented on it before, you simply responded like he had called you by your name. To Jisung you were love. You were his love.

“Okay. Y/n,” he emphasized, “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say here. What do you mean you don’t want to see me anymore?”

Your eyes turned glossy when you looked at him, voice shaky, “you hurt me.”

Jisung frowned, “no, I didn’t. I would never. You know that.”

Your next words were hardly audible but your eyes were blazing. “I didn’t want you.”

Jisung couldn’t deny that it stung to hear you say that. That night had been so beautiful. Perfect. An unforgettable memory Jisung’s entire being wished to recreate.

The stars were high in the sky that night, and the noises of the city were inaudible as endless trees surrounded Jisung’s car. You were huddled in the backseat– together like you always had been and always will be– giggling uncontrollably with a stolen blunt in between his slender fingers. Jisung liked you best when you laughed. When you didn’t hold back the cheerful shifts of your face, when you didn’t cover your mouth to withhold your precious laughter.

Jisung held the blunt to your plush lips, raising a dark eyebrow to signal you to inhale the burning plant. You giggled one final time, placing your hand atop his knee as you leaned in, red-tinted pout wrapping around it. Jisung tried to look away from your lips but he was only met with the sight of your hazy eyes and heavy lids blinking up at him. You inhaled deeply, fingers pushing into his knee as you pulled away. Your fingers pushed into his leg as you held the smoke in your lungs, releasing a slow, teasing stream into his face. Jisung coughed, waving his hand in front of his face as you continued to laugh, face still close to his.

He wanted to kiss you so badly. You looked ethereal under the faint stereo light, a golden cast lighting one side of your pretty face as the other was painted with a starry blue hue. It was quiet aside from the instrumental buzz of Jisung’s playlist and the sizzle of burning bud. Then, Jisung’s breath as his heart began to thump. The longer he stared at your mouth the more his lips craved to touch yours that hovered so closely.

Before he knew it, his lips pressed against yours. It was nothing more than a fleeting peck, a graze of pouty lips against one another. Still, Jisung felt his heart flip, the drug-induced weightlessness flowing through his body made worse by his vibrating lips.

He couldn’t pinpoint the expression on your face when he finally managed to open his eyes but Jisung swears your eyes were conveying the same burning lust as his. What else could it be?

Cupping your face, Jisung pulled you flush to his puckered lips. He savored the feeling of your soft lips against his, every dry crack, and tasting remnants of strawberry lip balm. You had gifted Jisung the extra that came in the pack of two, playfully pinching his lips as you handed it to him. You need it, you’d said. You go around kissing girls like that? Jisung only laughed, keeping his head in place for you to hold for as long as you wanted. He never used it, leaving it in the center console for you to use when you got in his car as if you owned it, like everything that was his was yours. Jisung liked seeing the way you applied it, carefully circling your mouth with precision.

Jisung’s tongue carefully flicked your lip, thumb brushing your cheek as he did so. He still felt your hand on his knee, so close yet so far from where he craved your touch.

He caught your tongue when you began to speak. Words Jisung will never hear were swallowed by his eager mouth that took the opportunity to roam the inside of yours. He could taste it all, saliva tainted with the flavor of weed and the unfinished package of gummy worms you had carelessly thrown behind you after Jisung offered you another hit.

He moaned against your lips as he moved his touch to your hips, desperation getting the best of him. He yanked on your sides until you rested on his thighs, warm and soft and weighted. His hands roamed your sides, slipping up and down your frame as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling experimentally. Jisung whined, pleased with the sharp pain.

The sound seemed to take you out of whatever mindset you were in as you began to pull away from his kiss. Jisung, however, couldn’t get himself to stop. His lips traveled along your jaw and down the line of your neck, licking away the salty sweat caused by the heater Jisung had forgotten to turn off. He moaned against you, nosing at the wet kisses he left behind, hoping that by inhaling deep enough, he could smell himself on your skin.

You whimpered when Jisung nibbled on your collarbone. Your hands found his hair again, “Ji…”

Jisung shivered, cock slowly filling with blood after hearing the shake in your voice. Unable to control himself, Jisung sank his teeth into the side of your throat.

You jumped, pulling away from him. “Ouch,” you frowned, delicate fingertips ghosting over the area.

“I’m sorry, my love,” he breathed. Your lips were puffy and Jisung felt his dick pulse. “C’mere,” he mumbled, running his fingers along the hem of your shirt.

You placed your hands on his, “I don’t think this is a good idea…”

Jisung hummed, leaning in until his nose touched your chest, “yes, it is. C’mon, baby.” He inhaled your scent, “kiss me just a little bit.”

“No,” you squirmed, “we’re friends, Ji.”

“Friends like us kiss,” he reasoned absentmindedly. “Friends like us kiss and touch each other,” his touch slipped under your top, “make each other feel good. Make me feel better… I’ve waited so long.”

Jisung’s fingers reached the wire of your bra, pulling it up so he could slip his hand underneath. He cupped your breasts, groaning while pushing his face deeper into your chest, “so long.”

You shivered, “stop.”

Jisung didn’t, instead, he pulled your shirt up and over your tits, yanking on your bra until it stretched above your chest. Jisung finally opened his eyes, shaking his hair from his face as he stared at the swells of your chest, watching your nipples harden, aimed at his mouth like they were asking him to kiss and suck and pinch.

You gasped as his warm mouth wrapped around one of the stiffened buds, gently sucking. You weakly pushed at his shoulder, “too far… this is too far.”

Jisung felt his pants tighten further, cock straining in his underwear. You writhed on his lap, unsure if you wanted to pull your chest away from his lips or press yourself against his pretty face.

He pulled on the string of his sweats, untying the loose fabric and pushing it down his thighs hurriedly. “No,” he said, leaving a wet kiss on the valley between your tits while his fingers crept closer to your skirt, “not too far. It’s not too far. It’s okay, okay?”

You jolted, recoiling at the sensation of his dripping head against your clothed folds. “No! Too far. Let me go.”

Jisung made a sound, pained and slightly hurt by your resistance. “I can’t. I need you. Look…” You didn’t. You couldn’t. You couldn’t face the dim sight of Jisung’s cock standing tall against his toned stomach, leaking and ready to push inside your velvet walls as his eager fingers worked to push your thin panties to the side, exposing you to the warm air.

You shook your head, weak from the marijuana coursing through your veins. “I’m not ready,” you whimpered.

Jisung hadn’t thought much about the comment at the time, too focused on aligning his cock to your hole. You were too sensitive, dripping from brief nipple stimulation. You clung to Jisung as he pushed inside you, tense and shaking your head against his long hair, whimpering. You hissed, nails pushing into his shirt, mumbling in pain. But Jisung couldn’t bring himself to care, too entranced by the tight squeeze around his dick, your body pressed against his, your searing breath, whimpers, and whines brushing past his ear.

Jisung should have known. A part of him feels guilty, but another feels smug, proud, and satisfied knowing that he was the first to defile you. Tucked into the backseat of his car, warm, high, and loving.

He hoped you could feel it. The love in the help he offered as he made you ride him, the love in every thrust when he couldn’t take the slow pace and he laid you down, fixing your messy hair until it left your pretty face. Your wet face. Jisung told himself it was sweat that covered it. It was tears from feeling too good. Tears of joy. Anything but what he knew it was.

Though, none of that mattered now.

Now you stood in front of him, a fiery film over your devastated gaze. You crossed your arms over your chest, holding onto your shoulders, concealing yourself. Your hair was out of place, your face was devoid of makeup and weighed down by dark circles, and your lips were bitten raw. The same lips that wrapped around every syllable of the statement Jisung can’t get himself to believe.

I didn’t want you.

Jisung chuckled, the noise devoid of amusement. “Sure, you didn’t.”

Jisung watched your chest inflate as you inhaled, glancing at the wall behind his head and avoiding his eyes as they looked for yours. “I told you I wasn’t ready. You just took it from me.”

Jisung paused. It. You couldn’t even say the word of what he had claimed. Not taken. Claimed. It had always belonged to Jisung. Your virginity. Your innocence. Purity. Whatever you wanted to call it. It all meant the same thing. Jisung had gotten the prize he craved for years, shooting his spent into your clean cunt, cream reaching far inside you, filled to the brim with him. Your precious cunt had received him so well, too. Your body knew what your mind didn’t. You wanted him.

“I know that’s what you said, but-”

Your eyes snapped towards him, looking at Jisung incredulously. “So you did hear me? You just chose to ignore me? To…” you paused, the roll of an “r” dying on your tongue. “You chose to take advantage of me?”

Jisung frowned.

Your lips wobbled, “I was scared.”

“Maybe at first.”

“Excuse me?”

Jisung sighed, “you creamed around me, baby. You squeezed me so tight I could hardly move. You cried for me. Milked me dry.” Jisung licked his lips, the memory flashing behind his eyes as he blinked, “you wanted me.”

Your lips parted, closed, then parted again. Jisung could see the way your brain turned as you looked at him, but again, he couldn’t figure out what thoughts went through your mind.

Jisung took slow steps towards you, wood creaking beneath his feet, “I know you still think about it.” He reached for your face, “how good it felt to be so full.”

You turned your face, removing Jisung’s touch. He reached for your hair instead, pushing it over your shoulder. “My cock fit inside you perfectly, didn’t it?” he tilted his head, slowly inching close to the crook of your neck, nose brushing against the surface. Jisung inhaled deeply, your scent made his eyes flutter shut. Your damp skin dripping with the smell of your sweet musk and body wash.

You said nothing, breath hitching as Jisung’s tongue flattened against your neck, licking. You squirmed, raising your shoulder towards the side of your face, hands ghosting over his chest, but your intention was clear. “Jisung, please.”

Glancing away from you, Jisung huffed. His eyes found the pictures lining your walls, stagnant memories framed for all to see. Most of them featured Jisung. His favorite picture was meticulously arranged in the middle – Jisung’s doing, of course – the first picture to capture the attention of all who observed the crowded wall.

Jisung’s arms were wrapped around your middle, his head rested on your shoulder. His hair was longer then, tangled with yours as the wind blew ruthlessly. Jisung remembered how cold it was, the ocean sending cold air in waves that made bumps rise along your skin. Your smile was as wide as his, eyes bright and beaming as you looked into the camera.

“I love you.”

Jisung kept his eyes on the picture as he waited.

“I do, too, Jisung.”

“No,” he shook his head. He faced you, cradling your face between his hands again. “I love you.”

“Jisung,” Your shoulders sag, your gaze dropping to the floor, “please don’t make me say it.”

“Then don’t.” A lump rose to Jisung’s throat, “Don’t. Because you do.”

“I don’t,” you whispered, a tear slipping from the corner of your eye. “I’m sorry but I don’t.”

Jisung felt his heart drop, “you do. I can prove it.”

His plump lips moved towards yours, his hold on your face lifting it. Your lips wobbled as he inched closer, scorching breath fanning his face, “please, don’t do this again.”

The words made Jisung pause. You knew his intentions. The act of love was on your mind too. Only now, Jisung knew it wasn’t in the way he would have hoped. What was a tarnished memory in your mind was one close to perfection in his. Your mind still betrayed you, telling you that none of this was supposed to happen. Jisung was meant to sit on the sidelines, watching as you stomped all over his heart until his last dying breath because you were unable to see what was there. The comforting and magnetic air that flowed between you and him, uniting you.

Jisung had only done something about it. It was unintentional, truly. Jisung hadn’t meant for any of it to happen but it still had. Everything worked in favor of your unbreakable bond. Your bodies had fit together like puzzle pieces, perfectly made for one another. Jisung would be damned if he let that get away. Especially now when it was inevitable that you would never want to see him again. You already told him so. What you and Jisung had would be thrown away, discarded like none of it ever mattered.

Jisung had to show you how great it would be. No matter what lengths he had to go through to do it.

He had never thought of hurting you before. He never wanted to. But a sick part of his mind knew he had to. His body moved on autopilot like he subconsciously knew what he had to do. He was capable of what he never thought was possible.

Unlike the first time, the kiss Jisung placed on your lips was anything but gentle. His insatiable hunger led his lips as they moved against yours. He pushed himself against you, trailing his fingers down your shoulders. Your teeth clashed with his, desperation consuming him as he grazed your tits. His tongue slithered into your mouth, running across your teeth as his hands cupped your chest. Your mouth fell open as you gasped, giving Jisung access. His pink muscle slid against yours, the sensation making you recoil as you attempted to get away. A small whimper sounded through the room when your head thudded against the wall behind your head. Jisung chased your mouth, a moan muffled by your connected lips.

Jisung sank his teeth into your lower lip as he pulled away, moving his attention to your neck. “Jisung, please. We can talk about it,” your words were shaky and he felt the hitch in your throat under his lips.

“We already did,” he sighed, leaving pecks on your throat. “You won’t listen.”

“I will!” you said. “I promise I will! I’ll hear you out this time just please,” you flinched as Jisung groped your breasts, “don’t touch me again.”

“You won’t understand,” he mumbled, nosing at your shoulder, “but your body knows.”

His touch inched toward your pants, pulling the elastic as he slipped his hands inside. Your cunt was as warm as he remembered, soft and puffy against his palm as the pads of his digits dragged along your slit. Sticky wetness leaked from your hole. Jisung groaned deeply, nibbling at your clothed shoulder, “you’re so wet for me.”

You sniffled, thighs pressing together as he tried to insert a long finger. You shook your head, the action ruffling his hair. Jisung moved his knee, lodging it between yours. Your legs opened, giving him the freedom to move his hands the way he pleased. Your hole fluttered against his knuckle as he shoved it inside you, your gummy walls sucking him in.

“That hurts, Ji, please,” your chest heaved with every word.

“I know,” he whispered, “but I have to stretch you out first. You’ll be okay, my love, I promise.”

Jisung sucked on your neck as he inserted another finger, using light nibbles to distract you from the stretch in your core. He slid them in and out, pulling them apart to stretch you further. Your pussy clenched around his fingers, sucking him deeper. Jisung felt his cock jump against his pants, reminding him of the fire in his stomach and the desperation to feel you squeezing his hard dick.

Your sweatpants fell off easily, hitting the floor with a dull thud. Jisung was quick with his pants, shoving them down his thighs just as he had the first time, only this time, they also fell to the ground, his belt buckle loud against the wooden floor.

He caught your eyes, seeing the way they widened as he pumped his cock, his intention clear in his features as he watched you. Resistance followed, pushes and squirms against him only serving to make him harder. Your chest rubbed against his, fabric still between you but Jisung didn’t care. Your pelvis curved forward in an attempt to push him away but instead, your bare cunt slid along his shaft.

Jisung hissed, gripping your hips with one of his hands, pushing you into the wall behind you. His cock dripped with precum, the substance allowing Jisung’s fist to easily glide up and down his length.

Eager, he guided his cock towards your heat, using his leaking head to circle your swollen clit. A moan wrestled its way out of your throat, your arms stopping their flailing as he pushed his cock between your folds, quickly finding your fluttering hole that called for him.

“Stop it,” you said, attempting to sound firm but your voice still shook.

Jisung simply shook his head, forcing the head of his cock inside you. He moaned loudly, bliss surging through his being with every inch he pushed into you. You cried out, the muscles of your thighs shaking in exertion around his hips. He kissed your neck again, biting harshly as he began to thrust in and out.

Your fighting picked up, punches and scratches landing on his back but they all went ignored as Jisung lost himself in the feeling he had missed and craved so deeply. Your head banged against the wall in frustration, and helplessness as Jisung rutted into you. The sounds that left his mouth were animalistic, his mental clarity making the euphoric squeeze even better.

Jisung couldn’t resist nosing at the sore flesh that you scrubbed raw the second you stepped into your apartment again. Despair and frustration fueled the aggressive drags of a washcloth along your skin. The scent had begun to fade, melting into the aroma of natural musk and slight neglect. Jisung relished in it, unknowingly making his thrusts pick up speed.

Finally, your body seized beneath him, the muscles along your body tightening. Your legs finally stopped kicking, your nails dragging across his back until they fell limp at your sides. Jisung lifted his face, hips stilling as he leaned towards you until his nose touched yours. “Keep cumming sweet girl,” He grinned, eyes fixed on your face. “See?”

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