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plug!shotaro x fem. reader | 4.9k

please save me cocky drug dealer shotaro cocky drug dealer shotaro save me…loosely based on why’d you only call me when youre high by artic monkeys and overtime by schoolboy q.

contains: drug mention, pining shotaro, mentioning your ex, booty call under the guise of a drug deal, oral (m. receiving), doggy style, pull and pray method is used (dont be like them)

it was three in the morning when you woke up to your phone buzzing. your phone should’ve been on do not disturb, but something in the back of your head told you to deactivate it. you had posted yourself on your instagram story, something you wanted two people in your life to see. 

one of them was your ex boyfriend. it was recent, the wound was still fresh on your skin. it was your first serious relationship, the first time you went through the ups and downs of loving someone. it was for the better, you being alone. you found yourself getting easily annoyed with him and the spark you hear all the old married couple’s talk about was gone. you actually could’ve argued the spark was never there. he was boring and too shy for his own good, not sure of himself. it was cute at first, but you grew tired of seeking validation. you thought that if you waited long enough, he’d boldly talk to you the way you needed. you wasted half a year waiting for your ex to step up. you actually didn’t reach out to him for a long time after the breakup, but it was one of those days where you wanted nothing more than to lay next to him. you figured if you posted on the page you knew he was stalking you might get him to reach out to you. 

you convinced yourself you were only posting for your ex. solely to get attention from him, so you could fall asleep next to him. but in the back of your mind you were thinking about someone else. when you reached to your beside table to check all your notifications you found out that someone else was thinking about you too.

baby, i got a discount for you.

missed call

i miss your pretty face.

(2) missed call(s)

just say pull up and i will.

you couldn’t help but smile at your phone. it was almost crazy how easy it was to get shotaro’s attention. all you had to do was post yourself and he was groveling at your feet. you looked through your phone at the several emoji reactions and messages you received from him. 

any rational person would think that shotaro was crazy for bugging you. you have to admit in any other situation with any other person you definitely would’ve considered shotaro to be annoying, or blocked him a long time ago. but he was cute and gave you free weed. it didn’t hurt that he was a good flirter, always making you giggly with his kind words. you ex actually had a problem with shotaro, how he approached you. it got so bad that he would insist on getting you all of your weed. but now your man wasn’t you man anymore and shotaro seemed to be very available.

while you looked at the notifications on your phone, your screen was taken up from shotaro calling you once again. you sat up in your bed, and subconsciously fixed your appearance as if he was standing there before you. you cleared your throat and accepted the call.

“hey taro.” you said.

hey baby.

you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at his words. you liked how unashamed he was in his flirting, how it was present in not only his words but his tone as well. too many men were the doting type, hoping to woo girls by being a gentleman. but you liked the approach shotaro took with you. bold and not bashful, calling you gorgeous and other pet names even though you barely gave him time of day. the only time you reached out to him was to get a discount on weed.

“hey taro.” you said again.

you could hear him laugh on the other end of the line. he always had you shy and giggling, repeating your words like a nervous schoolgirl. 

what are you doing right now?

“i was sleeping, actually.”

right now, though?

you sighed.

“i’m not doing anything right now, shotaro.” 

you hear silence on the other end of the line. you bite your lip, suddenly hoping he’ll offer to come over.

okay well i got some new shit for you. can i come by?

you looked at the state of yourself and how you probably looked like you just woke up. seeing someone who is as flirtatious as shotaro this late at night is a bad idea. but the idea of being the first person to try his new shit sounds enticing. so you let out another sigh into the phone, trying to make it seem like you’re contemplating on saying no.

“you know where i live.” you say simply.

i’ll text you when i’m outside.

you can’t get a word out before he hangs up. you made your bed in a rush. you went into the motions of tidying yourself up, trying to find the perfect balance of intentional and unintentional. once you’re done, you move from your bed to your couch to wait for him. 

when it came to dealing with plugs, you never knew when they’d show up. so you’re sitting on the couch trying to contain your excitement. the best part was when you waited for him to come over, knowing that he was probably breaking all types of traffic laws to get to you faster. the anticipation of the night made butterflies form in your stomach. they ricochet off the walls and bumped into eachother, making you itch with adrenaline. you had to let your leg bounce to get rid of the restlessness you were feeling.

you are left waiting for only five minutes when you get the text.

outside pretty.

you are embarrassed to admit you got up from your couch as fast as you did. you walked to the door and opened it for shotaro.

he gave you that flirtatious smile that made you uncharacteristically shy. he had his backpack slung over one shoulder, with a beanie that was pulled all the way down to his eyebrows. his plaid shirt and gray sweatpants made you think that he just threw on whatever to get here as soon as possible. it thrilled you, the thought of shotaro tripping over himself just to come and serve you. he looked you up and down before tilting his head to the side.

“can i come in?” he said.

you opened your door and he walked past you, smelling like something musky. you trailed behind him as he walked through your house like he owned the place. 

shotaro placed his backpack next to the couch before sitting on it. he instantly sank into the couch getting comfortable while you stood in front of him. he manspread while looking you up and down again. you were in normal clothes, still looking half asleep but shotaro looked at you like you were the embodiment of sex. your tv was the only light source in the room, catching the side of shotaro’s face. his body casted a shadow of the wall next to the couch, and you saw yourself on the wall before he reached a hand towards you. you looked back at him, staring at the smirk that played on his lips.

you thought he was going to eat you alive when he beckoned to you.

“come here, pretty.” shotaro said, spreading out his legs a little bit more.

you obliged, sitting on the couch positioning your body to you were completely facing him. shotaro took off his beanie and ran his hand through his hair. he let his head rest back on the couch and turned his neck to look at you. you saw his adam’s apple, how it bobbed with each word he spoke. the light from the television perfectly lit up his face and neck. you were paying so much attention to every part of him, maybe you wanted to eat him alive, too. shotaro’s smirk turned into a different expression, one that was more serious.

“i missed you,” shotaro said. he touched your hand that rested in your lap. “you got another plug or something?”

shotaro knew you would never stop coming to him, but he did have competition. there were other drug dealers in your town, many that would be more than happy to give you a discount on their stuff. shotaro told himself that he gave you your weed for free purely from a business standpoint. he was all about customer service and customer loyalty. the money he lost from giving you weed for free he would just make up for it by overcharging stupid high school kids.

shotaro knew that you would never go to anyone else, but he still felt his chest swell with pride seeing how fast you shook your head.

“no. nobody else. i was just taking a tolerance break. i’m also going through s break up right now.” you said.

shotaro thought it was so cute seeing you run off at the mouth. you didn’t have to mention the tolerance break, or your stupid scrub boyfriend shotaro hated. you were rambling just because of the way shotaro was looking at you. he watched you pull your hand away to bring your arm up to the back of the couch. you let your head rest on your fist as you looked at him. 

your attempt to look relaxed was shattered when shotaro put a hand on your bare leg. 

“your man isn’t around anymore?” shotaro asked innocently. 

his smile was inviting and so was his hand. you shook your head.

“i broke up with him.” you said sheepishly.

“aw.” shotaro fake pouted. “wanna tell me why?”

“he was too shy.” you said.

suddenly couldn’t think of the reasons you broke up with your ex. all you could think about was shotaro’s hand on your knee and how the light from the tv made his eyes look so pretty. his fake pout turned into a smile as you shuffled slightly on the couch to get closer to him.

he slowly rubbed your knee and you cursed yourself for freezing underneath his touch. he looked at you teasingly, getting your heart rate to speed up.

“he should’ve been the most smug bastard on earth with you as his girlfriend.” shotaro said honestly. 

you look down at his hand on your knee to smile. you can hear shotaro laughing lowly as he returns to let his head rest on the back of the couch.

his hand still rests on your thigh. he’s so close to the line where your two thighs touch. you imagine shotaro squeezing his hand in between your two thighs. if he could show you how bold he can be. you forgotten what it felt like to be so close to someone who you knew without a doubt wanted you. 

shotaro rests his head on his other hand, copying your movement.

“your instagram story was cute, by the way.” shotaro says.

you look up from his hand to look at his chill expression from the couch. 

“thank you.” you say. his hand is so warm.

“who was it for?” shotaro asks.  

this catches you off guard. for the first time you see shotaro trying to feign emotions, pretending to not be bothered by the thought of you entertaining your ex. you gain some of you composure back, leaning into your fist with a smile.

“i didn’t have you pegged for the jealous type, shotaro.” you say it with a smirk, one shotaro gives back to you.

“just wanna know who you were missing more.” shotaro says. 

“i missed you.” you said quietly. 

“oh yeah?” shotaro said.

his hand that was touching your knee moved up to your mid thigh. you scooted closer to him so it was easier to let his hands roam your skin. something about how he touched you made you lightheaded. shotaro laughed dryly at your reaction to him. you were so reactive to everything he did. he already considered himself to be a cocky person, but the way he always had you by barely doing anything made his ego grow tenfold.

“yeah.” you sighed contently.

shotaro’s touch on your legs get a little heavier. they sneak up a little higher too. shotaro leans in closer to you, moving his hand to grab yours. shotaro looks at the way your thighs touch and rub together as he talks to you.

“how much did you miss me?” he asks. 

his voice gets lower, words dripping with honey as he wedges his hand between your thighs. you jump at the feeling of his knuckles crammed between your legs. you can feel his knuckles indent your pillowy skin. you’re so distracted you almost forget his question.

“alot.” you whisper.

shotaro hums in acknowledgment as he moves his fingers closer to you. shotaro’s finger finds your clothed heat. your squished thighs made it hard for him to move his hand, but he’s nothing if not determined. you are already feeling the effects of your arousal between your legs, and so can shotaro. he tsks at you when he withdraws his hands from in between your legs.

“oh i can tell.” he says knowingly.

you try to be nonchalant about the situation, looking down at shotaro’s lap. he’s all spread out for you looking as enticing as ever. you put a hand on his knee and shotaro follows your hand and up your arm, until he’s looking at your face.

“you getting bold, baby?“ shotaro said. 

he moved his leg slightly, letting your hand creep further up. you applied some pressure behind your hand. his thigh was solid underneath your touch. you looked to shotaro to gauge his reaction. his look egged you on, his head motioning for you to come closer. you listened, scooting so close your legs were touching now. shotaro used his hand to play with the thin strap of your shirt on your shoulder. he experimentally brought it to the end of your shoulder, resting on the rounded edge. one simple move would have the strap falling down your shoulder, revealing your chest. you thought about being exposed in front of shotaro, him being able to see the body he probably thought so much about.

“can you show me how much you missed me?” shotaro asks.

shotaro looks at you and you feel your lips gravitate towards his. they look glossy in the blue light from the tv, you wonder what they taste like. you missed him and his flirtatious comments, how confident he always makes you feel.

you nod your head and shotaro keep eye contact with you as he moves his hand back to between your thighs. you mirror hid movements, until you can feel his hardened length underneath the cotton fabric of his sweats. you squeeze his dick and his hand dips underneath your elastic waistband. 

you both gasp at the contact. feeling shotaro’s finger tease your clit makes you more eager to please him. you close your hand around his shaft repeatedly, reveling in the sounds he makes and feeling him twitch against your palm.

“i’ve needed you for so long.” shotaro says. “i thought you’d never breakup with that fucking loser.”

his normally even voice is whiny and desperate as he bucks his hips up into your hand. this entices you, giving you the gumption to put your hand in his sweatpants. he’s wearing no boxers, and when you take him in your hand you can feel precum that dribbled down from his shaft. you use your index finger to massage his tip and shotaro uses his hand that’s not touching your slit to bring you forward.

shotaro guides you forward, until you have one hand on his dick and the other clutching the armrest of your couch. your knees are still on the couch as shotaro brings his hand to your chin, guiding you in for a kiss. you follow his lead, and you move your hand from the armrest to his shoulder. you fist the fabric of his flannel and start stroking shotaro slowly to show him how much you really missed him. he shows you by bending his fingers inside of you after adding another one. your sloppy kisses are interrupted by moans and expletives. shotaro is the one that pulls away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours. he pulls his fingers out of you to thumb the elastic on your waistband. you can feel his wet fingers make contact with your skin as he looks at you.

“can i see you take these off?” shotaro asks.

“can you take off yours too?” you ask, quieter than shotaro. 

he nods his head and he lifts his hips off the couch to unclothe himself. you look away on instinct, focusing on getting your own garment off. part of you didn’t want to look away, you wanted to see it all. you wanted to see shotaro free himself from the confines of his sweatpants and see his dick react to the air of your apartment. the thought of seeing shotaro get undressed seemed a little too intimate, so you instead just focused on the sound of his dick hitting his stomach with a small slap. your pants and camisole was off quickly. 

you found out that shotaro didn’t think it was too intimate at all to watch you get undressed. he focused on your boobs the most. you saw shotaro’s hand hesistate before reaching towards you.

“can i touch you, baby?”

you nod and shotaro’s hand goes to tweak your nipple. when you gasp shotaro looks at you and pinches a little harder. you keep eye contact as he keeps the pressure. the pain is almost unbearable, but shotaro releases the sensitive skin. as if he’s trying to apologize shotaro then takes your boob into his hand, massaging the skin. 

you go back to your previous position on the couch, leaning over him. he brings you in for a kiss and he tastes like mint and fruity candy. his spit mixes with yours and his tongue is almost as soft as his lips. he’s gentle but assertive with you, letting his tongue explore your mouth. 

when you grab shotaro’s dick, he almost bit your tongue off in surprise. he hisses into the kiss when you grip him a little tighter and pick up the speed. shotaro almost yells out loud when he sees you drop your head to his lap. 

“you don’t have to.” shotaro says.

you look up from his lap to give him a smug smile. shotaro’s chill plug facade almost breaks when you take his hard dick into your mouth.

“holy shit,” shotaro whines. “you’re so pretty. so sexy.” 

you want to tell him the same thing. you want to tell him about all the times you caught yourself staring at him, how many times you’ve thought about his pretty smile. you wanted to tell him about his pretty lips and pretty voice and the pretty sounds he making for you. even his dick is pretty, the perfect size for you to take all of him. shotaro bucks his hips and moans, praising you the whole time.

“i’ve thought about you everyday.” he sighs.

you position your mouth differently. the change causes shotaro’s tip to touch fuck your cheek instead of your mouth while you get used to him. you expected the position change to only last a second, but shotaro looked at your cheek. he used his hands to change your fast pace to a slow one. you could practically feel shotaro’s eyes burn a hole in your cheek when the skin of your cheek was being pulled taut by his dick. shotaro ran a quick hand over the protruding piece of your cheek. with a groan, shotaro leans his head back to rest against the couch. you look up to shotaro, watching his adam’s apple bob when you go back to taking him down your throat.

“fuck. even your mouth is pretty.” he says. 

you start letting out your own sounds when you feel shotaro’s hand grip your ass. he plays with it, kneading your supple skin. his hand travels to your slit, and he sticks a finger inside. you moan still with his sick in your mouth and he bucks his hips again. 

with the parts you can’t reach you use your hand. shotaro clears your hair out of your face but doesn’t guide your head anymore. he thinks watching you do your own thing is way better. watching you might become one of his favorite things. he lazily fingers you, he just needs to feel you around him. your sopping wet but the angle makes it hard for shotaro to pleasure you. when shotaro makes eye contact with you he has to pull himself out of your mouth before he finishes down your throat. 

“i’m gonna cum if you keep looking at me like that.” shotaro says.

you want to tell him it’s okay if he cums in your mouth but you’re too shy to request such a lewd thing. shotaro must see the thought cross your mind as he pushes his hair back with his hand.

“i don’t do stuff like that unless you ask for it.” shotaro says. 

when shotaro pulls his fingers out of your pussy he uses the same hand to bring your body that’s still laying across his legs back to the doggy position. he takes his hands from you mouth and he kisses you roughly. his lips are still soft, and you are out of your mind as you take his lips into your mouth and suck on them. you can still smell yourself on his fingers, wet as they hold your face. you pull away from him. a string of spit connecting your lips is broken as you speak.

“can you fuck me?” you say. 

your eyes are wide and blown out, mirroring shotaro’s as he nods his head.

“how do you want it?” he asks.

“put your ass in the air for me baby.” shotaro says as he gets up from the couch. 

you listen to his request, putting your face on the couch where shotaro was sitting to put your ass even higher in the air. 

you can feel the couch dip underneath his weight. shotaro uses gentle hands to perfect your form. a hand pushes down on your lower back to help with the arch, another hand spreading your thighs so he can slot between them. he uses his dig to slap your ass, teasing your slit with the tip. you both are holding your breaths, trying to grasp what’s about to happen. shotaro leans forward, so close until his abdomen is pressed against your back. you moan when you can feel his tip between your folds, collecting slick.

“ready?” shotaro asks.

you respond by pushing your hips back, shotaro goes upright to hold your hips in place. he starts off slow as he tried to comprehend how lucky he really is.

“i wish i could see your face, honey.” shotaro says after he bottoms out.

you moan as he puts his leg up, hitting something inside of you that you didn’t know existed.

“you gonna let me fuck you again so i can see that pretty face right?” shotaro asks. 

he picks up speed and a sound you didnt know you could make comes from the back of your throat. you forgot he asked you a question until he thrusts deep, you have to grip the armrest of the couch to stabilize yourself.

“right?” he asks again.

“yes.” you moan.

shotaro resumes his fast pace. he places a light smack to your ass, living for the recoil. 

“you feel so good.” shotaro says.

you have a vice grip on the couch and use your hold it to stabilize yourself. you use all your strength to push your hips back to meet shotaro’s he stills his movements and you look back to see shataro rests his hand on his hips and he watches you fuck yourself on him. he sees you looking back and smiles at you.

“just like that. must’ve really wanted this huh?”

you nod your head and continue to push your hips back, entranced on hitting that spot inside of you. shotaro puts his hands back on your ass as you start picking up the pace.

“giving me a show and everything baby.” shotaro says. 

his voice is getting a little whinier and his sentences are becoming rushed. shotaro knows your close by the way you clamp around him. he uses a hand to rub your clit and you completely stop, pleasure taking over everything. shotaro resumes the pace he had before, so hard and fast the sound of slapping skin overpowers the show playing on the television and overtakes your mind. you reach back and shotaro grabs it, pinning your hand to your back. he still rubs revolutions onto your clit as you completely come undone, yelling out his name. 

“love this ass,” shotaro says. “can i cum on it?”

“yes.” you yell.

shotaro pulls out and guides your hand that he holds to his dick. you get the hint quickly and stroke him as fast as he massages your clit, matching his pace. 

you and shotaro are both moaning as your orgasms are prolonged. shotaro shoots ropes over your ass and back, fucking himself in your hand. you can feel your own wetness as it coats shotaro’s hands. he puts in one finger and you leave your arch to sink lower and lower into the couch. you are on the edge of overstimulation when shotaro pulls his fingers out of you.

you are face down on the couch, breathing hard trying to catch your breath. you imagine shotaro is doing the same, leaning on the armrest as his chest heaves. 

you’re caught up in the comedown that you didn’t notice shotaro go into your kitchen. he wipes off your back and ass with some paper towels. he helps you sit up and he smiles at your dazed expression.

“everything alright?” he asks with a smile on his face. 

shotaro helps you put on your own clothes before he looks for his own. after you’re both dressed he sits on the couch and guides you to lay your head on his lap. he plays with your hands in complete silence. the atmosphere you two have created isn’t awkward, you just wish one of you would say something.

shotaro reaches for his backpack, upper half of his body leaning forward to grab it. his upper body comes so close to you that your nose almost touches his chest. you smell the same musky scent from when he first came into your apartment. you take it in, feeling like something has been ripped away from you when shotaro comes back up. a new smell fills your nose, but it’s familiar nonetheless.

“this is that new shit i was talking about. it’s a hybrid of that one strain you like.” shotaro says. 

he puts the baggie in your hands. it’s easily half an ounce, maybe even more than that.

“thanks shotaro. it’ll take me forever to get through all of this.”

“i hope you like it.” shotaro says.

you look up at him as he watches the television. it’s weird seeing him in this light. he seems softer, more shy than the man you were dealing with a few minutes ago. this shotaro hesitates to touch you, hands hovering over your hair that he wants to feel between his fingers. this shotaro plays with your hands and compares the sizes, humming contently when you thread your fingers in his. this shotaro also ignores his phone as it sits on the coffee table blowing up with notifications.

“i think someone is trying to talk to you taro.” you say.

“probably just someone seeing if i’m awake. don’t worry about it.” shotaro says. he’s unbothered as he plays with your hair and watching whatever show is playing on the television. you begin to nervously play with shotaro’s hand, moving it back and forth in a repeated motion to feel some comfort.

“i won’t be mad if you leave.”  you say quietly.

shotaro stops playing with your hair for a split second. you swear you can feel him stiffen underneath you, and the air in the room changes. shotaro only pauses for a second before he continues to play with your hair.

“you can just come back once you’re done, right?” you ask. 

you look up to see shotaro already looking down at you, smiling.

“really?” shotaro asks.

you nod your head and he squeezes your hand before bending down and kissing your forehead. it’s quick, but it’s a delicate kiss, soft like you are made of glass. when he pulls away you hand him his phone off the coffee table, trying to see who is messaging him.

“one of my regulars wants me to run some stuff to him. he only lives fifteen minutes away.” shotaro says.

you get up from the couch to find shotaro’s clothes that were randomly thrown around your living room. he thanks you for each article of clothing you find, and he is slow putting on his clothes, like he is trying to stall.

shotaro is slow all the way to your door. when you tell him to be back soon and drive safe he moves with a pep in his step.

he’s back to your door in thirty minutes, and you guys end the night cuddling in your bed.

CHA EUNWOO X WKOREA X CHAUMET

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— DEAD MAN WALKING ,, lee heeseung

PAIRING — non!idol!heeseung x gn!reader

SYPNOSIS — lee heeseung, also known as the dead man walking, hasnt felt any emotions since the beginning of his killing spree. but what happens when his new victim changes his whole perspective on life.

GENRE — townkiller!heeseung, unhealthy love, obsession

WARNINGS — mentions "knives", blood, murder, gore, swearing, TW c7tting, kidnapping, parental issues

WC — 5.6k

REST OF SERIES! first of instalment.

AN — first instalment of the series,, THIS IS FICTION, non of this correlates to how they act/are irl :) ngl this is more horror than anything else, but this is my first time writing something like this so please bare with me!!

“please-“ “huh did you say something?” heeseung interrupted teasingly as he slightly bent down to look at his victims face. “poor you, i would love to stay around and chit-chat, but i have important things to do” heeseung said with a sadistic laugh. “no no no please i beg” the man begged again pleadingly as tears continuously fell down his face. his lips trembled with fear, his voice a bit harsh from all the screaming he had done.

heeseung grabbed the newly sharpened knife from the table next to him and slowly started cutting up the victims body into parts. lastly, he carved ‘DMW’ on each part and slowly cleaned his knife, watching in satisfactory as blood kept on dripping out of each body part that was cut. heeseung then stood up and walked out of the dark room that was illuminated by a dim light.

lee heeseung, also known as ‘the dead man walking’ was very popular in the town of be:lift. him and his friends, enhypen as they call themselves, were known for their killings and heard all over the news. though nobody had a clear imagine of how they looked like, everyone had their own idea of them, which certainly made the boys laugh.

the boy got his name at a young age. during high-school, he was known for always being smiling and happy, but as the years went on, he slowly but surely started growing more colder. not daring to show any emotions at all. he perceived that everyone hated him.

he was neglected by his parents from a young age and wanted the attention from them just like other children got from their parents.

his love for hurting people started off when his parents started paying more attention to their work. he would first bully others at school so that his parents could be called in. then it progressed into cutting them, weather he used a scissor and ‘accidentally’ cut them or if he purposely pushed them so that they could hurt themselves. he would do anything for his parents attention. and now lastly, killing the people. cutting them up, carving them and sending them back to his parents as a gift.

he would always watch from their house window how his parents would scream each time they see a new body part. they didnt know it was their son themself who would do these cold-hearted shit, neither did they realise they could be his next victim. it angered him how they ignored all the signs he gave them indicating that he was the famous killer. but as usual, they were too oblivious to notice.

and now he’s just killed another innocent victim. he didn’t care who the person was, nor did he care about the consequences. he just wanted to feel loved by someone, that warm feeling of being special to someone. what better way than by letting people feel the same as he did?

a few hours later, he found himself sitting with his group of friends at jay’s house. though heeseung swered he wouldn’t go there, jay can be convincing when he wants to.

heeseung sighed as he rubbed his forehead from all the noise his friends were making. “heeseung hyung, you good?” jungwon asked after he realised his friend got quiet. “yeah sorry, got alot on my mind” heeseung replied while smiling at the boy. jungwon knew his friend wasn’t okay, non of them were but that never meant he couldn’t still check up on them every once and a while.

“okay, you know you can talk to me right” jungwon said while taking a sip of his coke. “yeah i know” heeseung replied as he heard jake trying to rile up sunghoon. “atleast i didnt kidnap a person i love” jake said smirking. heeseung looked between the two. this was a normal occurrence between the two boys. “can you guys please shut up for once?” niki said while rolling his eyes as he turned his attention back to sunoo. “thats no way you talk to you hyungs niki” jungwon said while smirking.

heeseung softly laughed at the boys antics. he felt loved here and wouldn’t want it any other way.

heeseung woke up to the sun shining through the little gap between the curtains. the light coming through strongly. he stood up and left his bed as is, in its big mess from all the tossing and turning at night.

he walked into his bathroom and looked in the mirror. his hair was rough, as if someone had grabbed him by his head and mess it up. the bags under his eyes were very prominent as it stood out even through his puffy morning face and lastly, his lips. a deep shade of red and his eyes a little droopy.

he sighed as he started to get ready for his day. he expected it to be as normal as any other day. going to a coffee shop, saying his name is ‘ethan’, looking for his mext victim and so forth. that was until he locked eyes with you.

you were having a fantastic day. it was your first day at your new job as a barista and you officially got an apartment for you and your best friend to live in. everything was going well.

you heard the doorbell ring, indicating that someone had just entered. this alerted you and you immediately put your attention to the person who had walked through the door. your breath hitched as you made eye contact with him.

walking towards your counter, specifically, was a handsome guy. he stood about 6’0 tall with broad shoulders. his hair was pitch black, but glistening in the light. he had soft eyes, almost like bambi and enticing attire which made him even more attractive in your eyes.

“hello miss?” he said. he deep voice snapped you back to reality. “o-oh uhm sorry sir, welcome to backyard bakery’s, what would you like you order?” you stuttered slightly. your cheeks started flushing from embarrassment. “can i get a latte please” he asked while looking at you. you swore in that moment you couldn’t breath. “yeah, name?” you asked smiling at him.

you heard him mumbled softly something along the lines of ‘pretty’ but it was too soft for you to hear. “he- ethan” he coughed as he corrected himself. he gave you a pretty smile as he took out his wallet to pay. you smiled back and told him you would let him know when it would be done.

heeseung went to sit down, and waited patiently for his name to be called out by your pretty voice. he stared at you while you helped others. “ethan?” you called out. heeseung stood up and walked over you collect his drink. “uhm- are you new here?” heeseung asked as he opened up his latte lid to put in sugar. “yeah, i todays my first day actually” you laughed. heeseung sweared he never heard anything as beautiful as your laugh. he loved it.

“hm i was about to say, because i always come here and todays the first time i see you here.” heeseung said as he stirred his latte, then popped the lid back on and walked off by saying “see you soon” and left the building without giving you a chance to reply. you stood still in place. you didn’t believe someone as good-looking as him, would want to talk to you. you shook your head as you dismissed the thought and carried on with your shift.

thats same evening, heeseung couldn’t get you out of his head. you were all he could think about, which to him, was very weird considering no one has ever caught his attention before. he was obsessed.

he was torn with his feelings inside. he didnt know what to do about it. he felt as if you were the one for him. though he never thought anyone would be for him, there you were. everything he wanted and more, you could say. but on the other hand, he could have the privilege of saying he killed a pretty person.

heeseung walked into his neat office and went to sit at his desk. he turned on his computer and immediately searched for you. “yn huh? lets see.” he mumbled before searching your whole history.

heeseung smirked as he leaned back in his chair and readjusted the way he was sitting. he put his hand on his chin and scrolled through your information. “cant wait until you’re mine my love.” heeseung had said to himself.

the jingle of keys woke you up from your nap. the credits of the movie rolled on the tv as you let out a yawn before stretching. “yn you awake?” your best friend called out to you. “mhm” you hummed as you moved the blanket aside and stood up. you walked over to the kitchen to get you something to drink.

“i met someone today” you said while reaching for the chips in the cupboard. “for real? who?” your roommate smirked as she looked at you amused. “he came to the coffee shop, his name is ethan.” you said giggling. your friends face dropped upon the name.

ethan. she had heard before that the famous heeseung had gone by his other name ‘ethan’ but she wasn’t so sure that it would be the same one you had met. non-the-less she was worried for you.

the silence was too loud, so you turned around to look at your friend. “what?” you asked smiling at her. “yn..watch out okay, he’s dangerous.” you friend said as she sighed. “what? you know him.” you asked. “yeah i guess you could say that, beware around him okay? promise me that.” your friend said seriously. “okay okay geez, whats so bad about him..” you said the last part softly.

you walked up stairs and decided to search the name ‘ethan’ on all your socials. you didnt find anyone who remotely looked like him. you shrugged. he probably wasn’t a social media person probably.

the past week, heeseung had been coming back everyday to the coffee shop, in hopes of seeing you again. though he didn’t succeed and was about to give up, he walked in and saw you there.

he sighed happily as he approached you. “yn hi, i havent seen you in a while here” heeseung said as he smiled at you. you smiled back. he had a very nice smile, you wished you could see it more. then you frowned and realised you never told him your name, so how did he know? “uh, ethan how do you know my name?” you questioned as you tilted your head slighty. “doll, its on your uniform.” heeseung said while laughing. your eyes widened as you looked down at your uniform and saw your name.

you smiled cheekily at him and laughed. “sorry about that one, i forgot.” you said while smiling at you. he could never get tired of the sight of you smiling. “you have a pretty smile” heeseung said. you flushed and thanked him softly. “would you like what you had last time?” you asked as you started to prepare his order. “please” he answered. he was shocked that you still remember his order, but nonetheless smiled at the great memory you had.

“i wanted to ask, would you like to hang sometime??” you asked heeseung shyly when he came to pick-up his drink. heeseung looked at you like a deer struck by headlights. he didn’t expect you to want to hang with him. his heart started pounding and sweat started to form on his forehead. “ethan?” you said concerned. “yes sure, im free next week” heeseung replied quickly. “sure sounds good to me.” you smiled. “meet me here at 6pm” you continued before you left to help another customer. heeseung smirked as he had caught his bait, finally.

“heeseung hyung, why are you so happy lately?” jake asked while smirking. “what do you mean jake?” heeseung asked curiously.

he knew the answer already. it was because of you. he was so overwhelmed of knowing hes gonna hang with you one-on-one. which kinda scared him a little. “i dont know, you’re lowkey glowing” jake shrugged. “oh, i didnt know that” heeseung lied as he raised and dropped his shoulders.

“mhm jake tell me, your bad luck still happening?” heeseung asked as he changed the topic. “yeah unfortunately” jake sighed. “why me out of all people god.” jake continued. heeseung laughed. “not funny hyung” jake said as heeseung laughed harder.

the following week couldn’t have come sooner for heeseung. though he was very excited, he was scared of blowing his cover by already knowing everything about you. and he couldn’t have you running away from him so soon already, could he?

heeseung flattened his shirt that had a few wrinkles in it. he walked over to his chair and put on his shoes before checking himself out in the mirror. he then brought up his hand to his face and wiped the spot of blood off. he saw the red on his hands and went to wash it off. he checked himself out once more before leaving.

you closed up the café and went to the back storage area and got dressed. after changing, you cleaned up your mess and walked over to the counter with the cash register and started cleaning up there too. you then wiped most of the tables, opened the back door and walked out around to the front of the café where you found ethan waiting for you by his car.

“hi!!” you exclaimed excitedly. you were very nervous to hang one-on-one with him, especially since the towns killer was still on the loose. “hey” heeseung said casually. he was too, freaking out on the inside but you didnt need to know that.

“where we off to?” heeseung asked you as he felt for his knife in his back pocket. “mhm i was thinking we go to this cliff where you can see the city, oh my god its so beautiful there.” you said smiling. “okay.” he said while following. heeseung checked behind him every once and a while just to make sure no one was following him.

you two arrived at the cliff a few minutes later. you sat down and waved at heeseung to sit down next to you. “i dont bite” you laughed. ‘i do’ heeseung thought to himself as he sat beside you and engaged in conversation.

you watched the city lights while heeseung next to you, was looking at you. you noticed and started blushing. “what?” you asked not looking at him. “nothing, you’re jus pretty thats all” he said still staring at you. you turned to face him and took notice of how close your face was with his.

heeseung couldn’t help but look into your eyes. they were beautiful with the moonlight shining bright. was it worth it to kill you? fortunately for you, his plan all along was to kill you, but now he’s rethinking it. you made him feel.. human. normal almost. and he didn’t want that feeling to go away just yet.

“i love your eyes” you said looking at him seriously. heeseung was shocked, though he never showed it. everyone would say his eyes are ‘cold’ and held no emotion. but it seems to you it was different. you could see the emotions swirling in his dark irises. “thank you” heeseung said while smiling. you gasped at how pretty his smile was. all this time, you hadn’t seen his smile yet and now that you did, you didn’t wanna stop seeing it.

“can i kiss you?” heeseung asked softly. “on the first date” you teased. “mhm” he said looking at your lips. you nodded softly as you closed your eyes. his velvet like lips pressed against yours softly as he rested his hand on your cheek. heeseung swore he felt butterflies in his stomach. your lips moved in rhythm together. as if it was meant to be. you soon pulled as you lost breath.

you rested your head on his chest and listed to his heartbeat race. you softly giggled as you looked up at him and softly placed a quick peck on his lips again.

heeseung stared at you dazed. he, one, didn’t expect to start catching feelings for his next victim, two, didnt think he could feel as appreciated as he felt right now to someone, and three, didnt wanna ever get rid of this feeling. he awkwardly placed his hand on your head and started brushing your hair as you two sat in silence for the rest of the night.

“you’re in love?” jungwon asked. heeseung sighed and rubbed his forehead. “i think so? i mean come on you know i’ve never been in love before but they feel.. different?” heeseung said leaning back into the chair he was sitting in. jungwon eyed his hyung carefully. he’s known heeseung for a long time, one of the first people he met that never let him down and to see him all distressed over a someone, was different for him.

“how do you feel about them honestly?” jungwon asked. “i dont know. they’re so pretty. got this amazing smile and knows how to make me laugh. i get butterflies everytime they look at me with adoration in their eyes. so fun to be around and knows how to make my coffee just the way i like it.” heeseung said as he smiled at the thought of you.

jungwon looked taken aback. never would he have thought someone who was never loved by anyone would be in love first out of their whole friend group. “so then whats the issue.” jungwon asked a bit confused. if heeseung had liked you so much, why cant he be with you?

“because my plan all along was to kill them, they were originally another victim.” heeseung sighed. “mhm” jungwon hummed. “i say try it out, see how things go. if i doesn’t work out, you could always still kill them?” jungwon continued and shrugged. “but how do i tell her that im lee heeseung?” he asked as he looked at jungwon.

“cmon dude! dont tell me you didnt tell her!” jungwon groaned. “how was i supposed, i was nervous!! plus i can’t just go around telling people ‘oh yeah, im heeseung bu the way, the towns killer?’ no dude thats crazy!!!” heeseung exclaimed. “you suck honestly, just tell her when its the right time. dont rush it, if she loves you for you, then she shouldn’t have a problem with it.” jungwon said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“thanks jungwon, owe you!!” heeseung said as he got up from his chair and walked to the door. “oh and tell mr yang i say hello jungwon” heeseung smirked before walking out the door, leaving jungwon scowling at the boy.

for the past few weeks, you and heeseung had been getting closer and closer. he was indeed very clingy towards you, which was a bit weird but you didnt care.

“bye!!” you said as you pecked his lips before opening the car door and climbing out. “have a good day baby” heeseung said while smiling at you. “thank you, you too” you said before blowing a kiss at him and walking off to your friends.

heeseung’s smile dropped as he saw a boy approach you with some flowers. he gripped his hand tighter on the steering wheel and his eyes turned dark. who gives his baby flowers when his a few metres away? heeseung wiped his face with his open hand and sighed. he started the ignition and drove away with a smirk on his face.

“ooo yn has a boyfriend” your friend said teasingly. “i dont!!” you gasped. “who gave you those flowers then?” she smirked. “beomgyu” you said while packing your books away. “come on ynnnn, you cant be taking things seriously with ethan?” you friend groaned. “mm well i am” you shut your locker. “yn, he’s no good for you, just trust me on this one. i can jus feel it.” your friend said seriously. “you dont even know him or met him, how can you even say that???” you asked offened on his behalf and walked to class. your friend rolled her eyes and sighed. you never listen do you?

“how dare you walk up to my baby and give her flowers when im just a few meters away hm?” heeseung said as he lifted beomgyu’s chin to make eye contact with him. “i-i-i didnt k-k-know you and yn are dating..” beomgyu said as he trembled in fear. “well now you do, tell my grandma i say ‘hi’ will you?” heeseung said as he laughed at the end. he picked up his knife and pierced the blade through his neck. blood started oozing out as heeseung smiled in satisfactory. he can’t have any obstacles in his way.

once he finished, he lifted up his knife and collected blood on his finger. he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. he hummed in satisfaction as he just exterminated another harmless human. he cleaned up his work station and walked to his door, switched off the light and walked out. he check his watch before going to the bathroom and quickly cleaning up.

you sighed as you entered your house. the whole day your friend asking you questions about ethan and it tired you out. “you seem distracted” ethan commented as he entered the house. “my friend kept on bugging me today about you” you sighed. “mhm so you’re tired of me” he teased while smiling. he walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “no she kept on telling me that you’re no good and that i should leave you and stuff like that. like how are you gonna assume things about someone you dont even know” you sighed frustrated.

heeseung looked at you in awe. first time someone, other than his boys, that defended him. he laughed at how cute you pouted at him. but then the realisation hit him about what your friend had said. his grip on your waist tightened. you brought your hand up to his cheek and started caressing it softly. “calm down you big baby, jm not gonna leave you” you teased. he pouted as you laughed. he hopes you keep that promise after you find out the truth.

“lets cuddle?” you asked as you pulled him by his hand. heeseung nodded. you laid down on the couch and got comfortable until a certain someone jumped right on top of you. “ow!!” you said as you groaned in pain. heeseung laughed at you and buried his head in the crook of your neck.

you played with his hair as the movie was still playing. “you mean everything to me yn, i hope you know that.” ethan said in your neck. you lifted his head in between your hands and squished his cheeks “you mean alot to me too yeah?” you said as you placed a soft kiss on his lips. heeseung smiled. he could get used to this. used fo being home. but first, you needed to know the truth.

few hours later, heeseung had left and you started getting ready for bed until you heard a knock on your front door. assuming its ethan, you screamed that the door was open. what you didn’t expect was to see a random man covered in black clothing from head-to-toe. he grabbed your arm tightly and pulled you towards him. you screamed for him to let go because it started to hurt but the man didn’t budge. he covered your mouth and nose with a cloth and you soon fell into a world of darkness.

meanwhile heeseung was all smily when he arrived at his home (mansion). he had the person he wants and now just needs to ask you to be his partner and life would be great. ‘ping!’ went heeseung’s phone. he furrowed his eyebrows and he want to check it. it was a video from a random number. he opened the chat and started watching the video.

his jaw went slack and his mouth turned dry. his eyes were open wide as he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. its was you tied up in a chair. your hair was cluttered from all the resistance and your clothing was dirty. there were faint bruises on your delicate skin and your eyes were red from crying so much. heeseung’s had gripped his phone tight.

“hey old friend!! i have a little present for you” the man on the video said as he laughed. “meet me at the warehouse, or a little someone wont make it out” he continued as he smiled at the camera. heeseung shut off his phone before he could watch any further. he threw his phone across the room and it shattered into many pieces. he sat on his bed and gripped his hair tightly as his breathing started to increase.

he didnt care wether his phone was okay, all he cared about was you. which was scary to him as someone who didn’t care for anyone at all. he felt awful and guilty, not being able to be there to save you from your misery.

heeseung quickly stood up and grabbed his other phone from on of his bedside drawers and dialled jungwon for help. heeseung sighed as his friend found a solution, he needed to see you, quickly.

meanwhile on your side, you spat out the blood from just being punched in your face again. “you’re such a pretty doll, how’d he get his hands on you” the man said as he gripped your hair between his hands and tilted your head to look at him. “i bet you dont even know the real him, hm?” the man spoke again before laughing and dropping your head. he slowly walked backwards and grabbed his knife and ran his fingertips on the blade.

“lets start of easy, hm? whatcha think babes?” the man said. “dont call me that” you grumbled out. “what was that? i couldn’t hear you?” the man responded as he went back to what he was originally saying. “moving on, his name isn’t ‘ethan’ like he told you. its heeseung doll. lee heeseung. the one who does the murders?” the man said as he watched your face turn into shock. you were angry that he hid this from you but suprised at the fact of how handsome and kind he was to you.

“you’re lying” you said in disbelief. “im not, he even planned to kill you!” the man whispered the last part. “no you liar!” you screamed as you started resisting in the chair you were tied up to. the man started walking closer to you. “stop fucking screaming or it wont end well for you” the man shouted seriously. you stopped in fear.

the shine from the metal blade caught your eye. your eyes widened and he brought it closer to your face. “w-what are you going to do with t-that?” you asked as you looked at the man. “mhm maybe cut your skin? leave a little for my old friend heeseung” the man menacingly said as he laughed once again. “oo im so excited to finally be able to hurt heeseung. growing up, he stole everything from me. my friends. the people i had a crush on. which didnt even make sense to me because he never even batted an eyelash their way. but now, i finally have something to get back at him, his most prized possession, you.” he smiled at you once again before bringing the knife up to your throat.

you screamed and shut your eyes closed in hopes nothing happens. you feel the sharp knife prick your skin as the blood rolls down your neck slightly. “step away” heeseung screamed as he entered the building. he was so close to loosing his chill at the sight of you in pain. luckily he had his friends as back-up or else things would’ve gone terribly wrong.

“ah you made it heeseung! so happy you could” the man smiled at heeseung as he stepped away from you. you let out a deep breath you didnt know you were holding. somehow even after finding out the man you fell in love with was literally a psycho, you still felt safe around him. “ethan! heeseung!” you tried to scream but it was no use. the piece of cloth the man had put in your mouth had muffled everything you said.

heeseung looked at you for a minute before turning hit attention back to the horrible man that took you from him. he knew the moment he saw you, he had to do something to save you but he couldn’t risk messing up the plan they had set up.

“what do you need jisung” heeseung said seriously as he stood with his arms crossed. “well considering you took everything away from me, i want to kill you. or your little girlfriend over here dies” jisung said as he turned to look at you. “do anything to her and i chop off your head.” heeseung said seriously. jisungs facial expression dropped quickly but tried to hide his fear.

“but we wouldn’t wanna risk that right?” jisung said as he walked closer to you. you cried as you felt yourself start to get weaker. you looked at heeseung with a look that screamed help. oh how he so badly wanted to help you but he had to stick to the plan.

“come on jisung, we can sort this out like how we used to.” heeseung said as he trued to get him away from you. “how?” he said as curiosity got to him. “you know? a fight off like back when we were younger” heeseung said casually. “hm okay, hope you know i’ve gotten stronger” he said as he walked away from you and walked up to heeseung.

you watched how easily heeseung got him to the floor and punched him like it was nothing. your eyes started to flutter shut from exhaustion and lack of food and water. “now!” heeseung screamed as he held jisung down. suddenly you heard many footsteps approaching the area you were in. “fuck no no no!” jisung exclaimed in anger but didnt move out of heeseung’s hold. “what you get for playing with fire” heeseung said before he snapped his head and killed him.

jungwon quickly ran towards your side and started untying you as the rest of the boys were busy guarding and fighting off the enemies. jungwon smiled at you softly as he realised this was the person that made heeseung so happy lately. he wished he could meet you properly later but for now he needed to get you out of here safely.

he quickly got up and walked over to where jungwon was untying you. your head hung low as everything around you was muffled. you could barely keep your eyes open. “fuck baby are you here?” you heard heeseung say. you tried to look up but your eyes were shutting slowly. “hey hey hey no, dont you dare close your eyes yn” heeseung said sternly as he picked you up bridal style and carried you over the his car. “please baby” heeseung said as he held you tightly and rushed towards the hospital. “heeseung” you whispered softly. “baby its me, please stay with me i’ll explain everything later, just stay with me” heeseung said as he looked down at you. “i dont care, just wanna be with you” you said as you slowly closed your eyes and slipped into darkness.

you opened your eyes to bright blinding lights. you squinted you eyes and tried to look around your surroundings. you saw heeseung sitting on a chair with his head in his hands. you then remembered what all happened. not gonna lie, you were angry and scared at the fact that he didn’t tell you he was ther lee heeseung, but then again you knew he would never hurt you, hell he even saved you today. “hee?” you whispered as you looked to his side. “baby?” he said as he quickly looked up at you. “oh thank goodness” he quickly got to your side and placed a kiss on your forehead.

heeseung smiled at he looked at you awake. but quickly frowned when he realised he was gonna have to explain himself. he wasn’t 100% sure weather you were gonna take it well or not, but he knew he didn’t wanna lose you. “you’re not gonna lose me no matter what. i love you for you, just dont involve me with those things okay?” you said as if you were reading his thoughts. he smiled as he kissed your cheek. “im still gonna explain everything to you though and i promise i wont involve you with it, hell i dont even know if i want to continue anymore.” he said quickly.

you nodded your head and smiled as you moved a bit so that there was space for him in the hospital bed. he took the hint and climbed into bed with you and wrapped his arms around you. “i love you.” he said. it was crazy to him that even someone like him, could be capable of loving someone.

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cutie

the never ending question of:

do i want to be with ama’s yeonjun, or do i want to be him??

⟡⏱ 8pm ⟡₊⊹ Seunghan ff ⏱⟡

⏰ pairing: ꜱᴇᴜɴɢʜᴀɴ!ʙꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ!ɢꜰ!ᴀꜰᴀʙ | ⏰ wc: 9⃞  1⃞0⃞ | ⏰ cw: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ | ⏰ plot: ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

"I miss you," Seunghan said as you answered the phone.

"You miss me? Already? You just saw me yesterday."

"I know...but I really wanna see you again..."

"Right now?"

"Yeah," he chuckled softly.

"It's literally 8pm."

"So? I'm already outside."

"You're what?!" you exclaimed before hopping off the couch and running to the window.

"Waiting for you in my car," you could hear the smile in his cheery tone as you peeked at him through the blinds.

"But I'm already in my pajamas," you whined.

"I don't care. You're just gonna come lay with me anyways."

It was obvious that Seunghan wasn't taking no for an answer. "Hmm, okay. I'll be out in a second," you chuckled.

"Great!" he chimed. "Love you."

"Love you too," you smiled before hanging up. You texted your roommate, letting her know you wouldn't be coming home tonight.

"Hey, beautiful," he smiled as you walked out of your house rolling your eyes as you wore one of his shirts and a pair of black sweatpants you threw on at the last minute. For the entire ride, Seunghan held your hand, occasionally lifting it to his lips and placing gentle kisses on the back.

When you finally made it to his house, you snuggled up with him on the sofa to watch a movie. To be specific, 'Batman Begins.' He always enjoyed binging Christian Bale movies with you.

You rested your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. At this point, you had already taken off your sweatpants and your bra leaving you with only a pair of panties and his t-shirt. Honestly, you were way more comfortable like this anyway.

On another note, Seunghan loved having this much access to you.

“I wish you could stay here with me forever,” he whispered as he placed kisses on your forehead and squeezed you tighter.

“Me too,” you smiled, looking up to meet his eyes. You watched his expression soften from the sweet look plastered across your face.

You felt his fingers slightly trace your neck before stopping at your chin. He bit his lip softly as he admired you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked as he abruptly turned the tv off.

“I want you to climb on top of me,” you turned around to straddle his hips, placing your hands on his abs because you didn’t know where else to put them.

He slid his hands up your folded legs before grabbing your hands and interlacing your fingers. “You always look so perfect sitting on top of me like this,” his words caused you to blush and turn away.

“Hmm and I love how you get all shy when I compliment you,” he hummed, pulling you closer without warning. You braced yourself against his chest with your hands as he gripped onto your thighs.

His warmth traveled up your spine and stopped at your waist. He pulled your body closer to his as he teased your lips in a playful, yet sensual way. You enjoyed his sweet lips as he deepened the kiss before sitting up to pull your shirt up.

He sucked on the flesh of your tit as you began moving your hips back and forth—with his guidance of course. “Ngh!” You yelped, grabbing a bit of his hair. He had clamped onto you a little harder.

“Sorry, baby,” he kissed the spot he had just bitten. “But I know how much you like it when it hurts,” he hummed against you wet skin.

He continued to play with your tits before turning to place his feet on the ground as you remained on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he pressed himself against your growing heat.

You loved how playful and sexy he looked right now, switching between kissing and sucking your lips and neck. You knew exactly what was coming next when he lifted you up just enough for him to slide his pants down, exposing his eager, throbbing dick.

He placed his hands on your hips as you slowly lowered onto him. His hot tip met you entrance and began pushing through. You moaned as every inch went deeper into you.

He felt you clenched around him as he guided your hips back and forth. You quickly adjusted to his size as you were extremely wet. He threw his head back as you took over and began riding him on your own.

You listened as his breaths quickened. “Mmm fuck you feel so good baby,” he groaned as your lewd noises filled the air. You leaned back, placing your hands on his thighs as you pumped his length deeper into you. This position allowed him to hit your g-spot easier. You sped up as you came all over him.

Immediately after you climaxed, you focused your throbbing cunt on his tip which brought him closer to finishing.

He nearly tossed you over the sofa as he grabbed you and thrusted into your pussy. “You sound so pretty when I fuck you like this,” he panted as you were moaning mess.

It wasn’t long before you heard desperate moans escape his lips as he struggled to maintain a calm breathing pattern. “Mmm!” He moaned in your ear as you felt his hot seed spill inside of you.

His dick was covered in his cum and your juices. Exhausted you fell asleep with his cock deep inside you as he held the back of your head.

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Aria!! I can’t stop thinking that Sunghoon said that Jake is pure as milk. Now I’m starting to wonder did he ever jerked off??

jake looks innocent but then,, have you seen him?

This was such a good read 😋

a nightmare on elm street

18+ minors dni !

pairing. sungchan x fem!reader

warnings. demon!sungchan, dub-con, knifeplay, minor blood kink

For a moment, all Y/N can see is gray.

She’s disoriented, and largely, dizzy. Moonlight filters through her curtains, casting shadows across her ceiling that sway with the rhythm of the leaves from the tree outside his window. She has no idea what time it is, her throat feels dry, and her eyes burn.

She can’t remember what she was dreaming about, or why her heart is pounding so heavily in her chest. All she can recall is the shiver running down her spine, but when she tries to lift her hand to wipe the cold sweat from her face, she finds she can’t.

Oh no.

Her heart sinks with fear.

She can’t move her body. She can’t even move her damn legs.

Her eyes darted around desperately, searching for something, anything, but surprisingly, there’s nothing. Still, she becomes hyper-aware of her surroundings, of every little sound in her room, every little shadow.

She’s next on the devil’s list.

She knows the devil is coming for her.

Y/N hopes she can wake up before that happens.

She doesn’t remember the exact moment she fell asleep, if she even set her alarm on time. She had taken a large number of pills to avoid sleeping, hoping to survive one more night. After Shotaro, Y/N knew she was next.

After all, she was the last one left.

All her friends were dead now. They had died in their sleep in ways no one could explain, ways no one even wanted to explain, actually.

Y/N knew her parents were lying, that they knew exactly who the man with the hat and the strange blades on his fingers was, but everyone seemed too terrified to say anything, even if their own children were dying under strange circumstances. They’d rather refuse to acknowledge that something bizarre was happening than talk about it.

Shotaro had figured it out, or at least, he had an idea of who the strange man could be. They had promised to meet up at a restaurant and find a way to stop him, but Shotaro ended up dying while taking a micro-nap. The autopsy said it was suicide.

Y/N holds her breath when she hears the sound of wood being scratched and light footsteps moving through the room. A scream threatens to rip from her throat, but her lips remain painfully sealed.

She tries to desperately remember her sessions with Therapist Lee. The exercises he taught her to deal with sleep paralysis when she thought all of this was just a series of bad dreams. But the desperation is overwhelming, grotesque, and all she can think about is the sound of sharp blades scratching the wood of her desk and the soft laughter that makes every hair on her body stand on end.

God.

A blade drags across her bare leg. The edge irritates her, but it’s not enough to pierce her skin. Yet.

“You should know by now, love,” he hums in a falsely sweet tone. “That God isn’t here. It’s just me.”

You’re not real, she wants to scream, but nothing comes out of her mouth. It’s just a nightmare, and she can wake up at any moment. She can escape because it isn't real. Still, the devil answers.

“I’m not real? Then how can I do this…?” Finally, her lips part with a loud scream as a blade pierces the soft flesh of her thigh. “Does that feel real, baby? Because it looks pretty real to me.” The nauseating smell of blood hits her nose. For a second, Y/N fears she might vomit on herself.

“Please.” She sobs, pleading. She doesn’t want to die, she doesn’t want… “Please.” That's all she can say. All her best friends are dead, Shotaro is dead too, and now, only she’s left.

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll be gentle.” A blade now drags over her left thigh, reaching her underwear. It plays with the fabric until, through the deafening beat of her heart, she hears the sound of the fabric giving way to the blade. Despite the hellish heat in the room, the pain that numbs her body, her skin reacts to the abrupt state of nakedness. “I was so curious to meet you, Y/N, to find out why your friends were so obsessed with you.” The bed dips with every word his lips pronounce. Y/N can’t help but rush to hide his gaze at the window beside him.

She doesn’t want to see. To see what killed her friends, to look into the eyes of the devil and know she’s about to meet the same fate as them. She’s terrified. Can fear kill her before the devil does?

Sweat drenches her forehead, her neck. For a second, all she hears are the furious beats of her heart and her ragged breathing. She shudders as a long tongue traces the path from her collarbone up to her jaw.

“Absolutely delicious,” she hears him whisper. Can it taste the fear on her skin? The horror that wraps around her heart as tightly as a venomous snake?

“Please…” she whispers. Hope is the last thing to go, but Y/N has no hope of getting out alive. What is she even begging for? For it to be quick? For it to be painless? All her friends' deaths were brutal; the pain, the fear, was written all over their faces.

What would her mother find in the morning?

She was scared. So scared. She didn’t want to die.

Why had God abandoned her?

“Look at me, Y/N.” Y/N presses her lips tightly together. She refuses to obey. Tears spill over when a gloved hand grabs her face, forcing her to confront her worst nightmare.

Her breath trembles as she meets those glowing eyes, but she can’t stop staring.

They said the devil was once an angel.

Y/N agrees.

“Do you want to know what Shotaro’s last wish was?” The devil—no, the angel—purrs. His eyes study her carefully, scanning every inch of her skin while his tongue wets his lower lip. The gloved hand, the one without the blades, snakes his way to her fragile neck, holding her firmly.

The mention of Shotaro is enough to clear the fog clouding her mind.

“He begged for mercy, not for himself or his soul, but for you. He wanted to save you so badly that he didn’t even care about drowning in his own blood, as long as it meant you’d be safe from my wrath.” Shotaro, oh poor Shotaro. Always so brave, always willing to be her knight in shining armor. Even in his final breath, Y/N was his priority. “It was a shame, his tragic death. I’m sure in another life you two would’ve been absolutely happy.”

Why? She wants to ask. Why them, why Shotaro, why her?

What did they do wrong? Why…?

“Because sometimes, it’s just the way it is, Y/N. Sometimes life doesn’t have explanations. Because it’s not your sins you’re paying for. Sometimes… all you have left is to accept it.” The blades rise above their bodies, and Y/N braces herself for impact. She holds his breath, closing her eyes, sending a silent prayer, even if there’s no one listening, no one waiting to receive her on the other side.

But the air is brutally ripped from her lungs when, instead of the sharp blades piercing her skin, it’s her poor pajamas that take the hit, barely grazing her skin. Y/N can’t help but gasp sharply, though any sound is swallowed by the eager mouth that crashes onto hers, kissing her carelessly.

The devil’s hand moves from her neck to her jaw, gripping it tightly enough to know bruises will soon form. Y/N isn’t sure if the grip is meant to show her his strength or to stop her from pulling away, even though she still can’t move a single muscle.

The extreme warmth of his tongue is disorienting. It wastes no time chasing her, caressing it, sucking it like candy. Everything about the devil feels scorching hot, but Y/N is too dazed to know what’s happening, to think of anything other than the warmth and the strange tingle that starts to spread in the lower part of her body as the devil presses against her.

She doesn’t know when he climbed on top of her—was it when he ripped her clothes or much earlier? She doesn’t know when she started moaning, clumsily chasing the lips that kiss her with the intent to devour her with each swipe, but she feels dizzy, almost drunk.

“M-more.” She doesn’t recognize her own voice. The plush lips feel absolutely delicious against hers.

“Greedy little thing.” Her eyelids feel heavy, but Y/N still makes an effort to open her eyes and look at the blurry silhouette.

The moonlight partially illuminates his face, revealing the stunning features that had once taken her breath away. The devil is beautiful, so beautiful that Y/N can't help but lean in and capture his lips in a kiss that he doesn't hesitate to return.

A hot, leather-clad hand roams her body, playing with the swelling of her breast, pinching her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Y/N closes her eyes again, giving in to the tingling sensation. The fingers knead her roughly, but the sting is soothed when equally warm lips wrap around the abused skin, licking and sucking.

“M-more.” A bite shakes her hard. Then another, and another. The devil alternates between kissing, biting, and licking the skin on her breast. It’s painful, but it feels so good.

The sound of steel clashing sends a shiver through her, but it’s not enough to dampen her excitement, to remind her of that sticky feeling of fear. There’s more, something larger that Y/N can’t identify. Her head spins.

“Look at you, so wet already with just a few kisses, you're so desperate, Y/N.” Y/N moans loudly at the condescending tone. The leather touches her nether lips, toying with her sensitive, shamefully wet flesh, she vaguely thinks the leather's hardness should burn her, but it only feeds the ravenous hunger.

More. More.

Y/N needs more.

The heat...

Her arms are heavy on the sides of her body, but she can move them after a few attempts under the watchful gaze of the creature above her. Y/N's breathing is erratic, gasps spilling from her mouth without stopping as the devil inserts two long fingers into her interior.

“Take off. Take off.” Her fingers wrap around the collar of the striped sweater he wears, but she doesn't have the strength to undress him herself. The urge hits her like a truck and really, the heat is unnerving, it should burn her, because she's sure it's too much, but it doesn't stop her. “Please.”

It's delicious once their bare skins touch. And / N doesn't realize that she begins to yearn desperately for those long fingers to fill her once more until her ears caught the devil's soft laughter. The blood rushes to her cheeks, to her ears, she's embarrassed but she can't stop, not until a hand buries itself between the strands of her hair and pulls hard. Her hips shake in the air, but she manages to stop at the second tug.

“Do me a favor, dear.” The devil says. He doesn't seem to mind having pulled her hair twice. “Suck this for me, okay? If you do it right, I'll be sure to fuck you deep and sweet.” Her eyes lower to the blades, wide and full of disbelief. She almost wants to refuse, but she knows, deep inside her, that that's not an option. 

Still, the thought of cutting herself scares her and makes her resist until a third tug on her hair makes her open her mouth and cradle the blade on his index finger over her tongue. 

With trembling lips, Y/N wraps her mouth around the blade. The coldness of the metal shivers her, but ignites in her something primal, dark, struggling to come to the surface. 

Saliva pools in her mouth and the nervous gulp causes her tongue to unconsciously slide across the blade. The sensitive flesh snaps at the light pressure. The pain startles her, but doesn't stop her. She can feel the blood trickle from the corner of her mouth. 

The devil's eyes turn bright. The red irises should terrify her, but Y/N is amazed.

Slowly, the devil removes the blade from her mouth without provoking her any more cuts and under her watchful eyes, he brings that same blade towards his mouth, licking the trickle of blood that spilled over the blade.

Y/N sees the appendage bleeding probably in the same way as her poor tongue, but the demon doesn't flinch at it. Instead, he leans over her again to kiss her once more, spilling his blood into her mouth.

The devil kisses her deeply, but it is less chaotic and slower. Y/N tries to follow him even with her limited experience, feeling her tongue throbbing from the cut but the devil comforts her by sucking gently on the sweet flesh until he has Y/N gasping once more.

“Absolutely delicious.” She hears him murmur once they part. His mouth is stained with blood, Y/N suspects hers must be too though she doesn't mind at all. Need courses through her body, she feels eager to take more, to receive more.

The devil holds her by the hips, manhandles her like a rag doll until he places her over her knees. Y/N hastens to hide her face in the pillows, embarrassed by the easy way he opens her up, revealing her dripping pussy but moans anyway when the devil carelessly spits on her.

His tongue runs along her vaginal lips, releasing fire in its wake. Y/N is sweating, sweating in staggering amounts, she gasps loudly and sonorously as the demon feasts on her vagina. His tongue frolics around her hole, teasing as he presses the tip of his tongue, slowly opening her up and then withdrawing.

Y/N moans with pleasure. But at the same time, she feels too embarrassed because her hips begin to chase that damn tongue that burns her skin but makes her feel so good.

A hiss escapes her lips as the devil unexpectedly thrusts his fingers in with a wet noise. He teases her until she cums all over his hand and it's so embarrassing that Y/N sobs against the pillows. But it's not enough to calm the burning inside her.

She needs more.

Her prayers are heard. The roughness with which he moves her revives her dizziness and she feels even drunker. The devil holds her by the thighs, pressing her stomach against the bed, he positions himself right behind her while holding her hips high.

It doesn't take long before she feels the head of the devil's cock penetrate his pussy. Y/N feels herself open, so damn open that she's not even able to hold back the saliva in her mouth. He stretches her to the limit, so good that it makes her hold her breath, but the devil doesn't let her adjust to his gigantic size before he starts to slowly move his hips.

The devil fucks her so well, so deliciously that Y/N feels her head spinning.

Everything around her fades away. There is only her. She, the devil and the heat that licks her skin, that devours her every second. 

“Fuck, Y/N.” She hears him curse above her. “So fucking tight.” The fingers of his left hand bury into her waist as the blades of his right hand bury over her bare back, Y/N doesn't know if it's an oversight, if it's a threat, but the sting of the edge spurs her on. Without thinking, she begins to tentatively pursue the devil's lunges. 

The devil does not delay in establishing a fast and deep rhythm.

The room fills with the sound of slapping, the wetness produced by the rapid lunges, the moans that spill from Y/N's mouth in the same way her saliva spills, and the primal grunts that emerge from the devil's mouth.

“Does it feel good, love, do you enjoy how I fuck your pussy?”. The force with which he presses Y/N's body against the bed causes her to clench her pussy unconsciously. Her hands clench in two tight fists the sheet under her body, above her gasps, she can hear the sound of the fabric giving way under the edge of her short nails.

The devil continues to fuck her until his cock reaches that lovely little g-spot that makes Y/N see stars through her eyelids. She has the urge to pull away, it feels so good it's unbearable but the devil refuses to let her go, pressing that spot over and over again, until she ends up sobbing from the constant stimulation.

He holds her even tighter, presses her until she can no longer breathe. 

Y/N is close.

So close.

The onslaught becomes more and more violent. She no longer has a voice to moan, she can only cry at how unbearably good it feels.

So good. So delicious.

Finally, Y/N cums so hard that her mind fades into unconsciousness as the devil spills his hot seed inside her.

BONUS

“Didn't you sleep well?” Y/N is silent at her older brother's question. 

She really doesn't know what to say. Unconsciously, her fingertips press her lips. The tongue wound seems to have healed, but it is the occasional pain that reminds her of the existence of that small cut. What is now her lovely fate because God has forsaken her.

“Maybe we should go back to therapist Lee, okay? He can recommend some pills to help you sleep.”

But sleep isn't the problem.

Y/N actually sleeps.

She sleeps so much that it's starting to affect her academic performance, the little social life she's gathered after moving out of town after all of her friends died and their parents began to question why she was still alive, it's the demon in her nightmares that won't let her get a good night's rest, that continues to use her body and torment her mind.

Still, she can't tell Eunseok that.

She can't tell him that she has a serial killer demon obsessed with her, that she can't escape. She can't worry him anymore, so she ends up nodding, hoping that it's enough to reassure him.

Y/N thinks this is better than being dead.

Or at least she tries to convince herself of that.