Warnings: Noncon, Stepcest But Not Really (depends On How You Look At It)

warnings: noncon, stepcest but not really (depends on how you look at it)

wc. 441

ft. wonwoo, mingyu

seungcheol hated you.

that would never change. ever since his father introduced him to you, something about you didn’t sit right with his spirit.

he knew it when you met that you would quickly become the object of his loathing, without a second thought. maybe it was cruel that he smiled when something bad happened to you, or when you were inconvenienced in any way, but he thought you were only being punished for your behavior. 

he hated that you dressed like a whore. it was the first thing he noticed about you, the little thong poking out of your low-rise jeans that your mother had advised against you wearing, given the occasion, but you never listened.

that was another thing seungcheol hated about you - your obstinacy. how stuck in your ways you were, rigid to your very core, refusing to hear out other people when convinced that your way was the only way. on top of your evident lack of dignity from the degrading outfits you handpicked, he hated your resolve.

and he wanted to break it out of you.

“cheol,” you gasped, breaths coming faster in between your desperate whimpers. “seungcheol, help! please!”

obviously, seungcheol did nothing when you called out for him, drowning out your cries as if they were nothing but white noise. maybe if he thought you deserved his respect, he would’ve never let this happen, but you clearly didn’t respect yourself. there was no way you could expect him to afford you something you never cared for.

so rather than helping you like how you begged for him to, seungcheol tipped the glass he was drinking out of to his lips and watched. he watched mingyu restrain you against the hardwood floor, your sore wrists locked in his fingers as he shoved himself inside you even deeper. he watched wonwoo hover his cock over your belly, stroking himself to ecstasy, eyes closed.

and he did nothing. he hated you so much that he didn’t even want to fuck you himself, as if it would leave a permanent stain on him. seungcheol preferred to watch you in distress. he loved the damp mascara darkening your face, running down your cheeks and gathering uglily around your eyes. he loved how desperate you sounded, how your voice pitched higher with every strained breath you took.

maybe most sickeningly of them all, he loved the way you called out for him, idiotically wanting to believe that seungcheol would never sit there and let something this egregious happen to you. 

oh, how wrong you were.

seungcheol hated you. always had, always would, but damn he loved to see you suffer.

— LACY, OH LACY

Summery: Conrad brings his girlfriend from Boston to Cousins Beach for the first time and it’s safe to say that someone isn’t happy about it. (Told in Belly’s point of view)

Paring: Conrad Fisher x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 2.3

Authors note: I made my version of Belly a little more mature in this one, which is why she doesn’t act like a complete brat. Also the song isn’t in order, oops

The Conklins had pulled into the summer house with Belly eagerly honking the car horn twice, signaling for the Fishers to come out and greet them. Two of three did but neither of them were the one Belly wanted to see most.

Every year something had changed with Conrad Fisher through out the year and she never knew what till summer came again. Last year it was his taste in music, the year before it was his hair, and before that he got contacts to replace his glasses.

She wondered what it was gonna be this year.

Susannah went to Laurel, to two enveloping the other in a much needed hug as greetings. Meanwhile Jereremiah came straight for Belly and Steven. The trio shared their own hugs and broke into conversation about their year but Belly's mind was never fully a part of it.

Every other second she looks past Jereremiah to the front door waiting for a certain brunette to walk out. But when he never did she asked, “ where’s Conrad?”

“He’s not here yet.”

“What do you mean he’s not here yet. You guys are always here before we are.”

“He’s driving here from Brown. Mom thought it’d be better if they just drove straight here but someone forgot to set their alarm so they woke up later than expected. Conrad called a little ago and said they’d be here in an hour or two.”

Belly’s reaction to the information was much different from Stevens.

“They?”

“Yeah. Didn’t you hear, Conrad’s bringing (your name).”

(Your name). As Belly knew her, Conrad and Jeremiah’s friend from Boston. The girl Conrad met in the fourth grade when they were desk mates who was now attending Brown with him. The girl Belly knew so much about thanks to the countless stories told but had yet to meet.

No she did not hear. Why was he bringing her here?

“You mean I finally get to meet the girl that’s been held up in Conrad’s head for years now?” Steven said as if he knew something Belly didn’t.

Oh, little did Belly actually know how much Conrad had changed.

A few hours had passed since then and Conrad had yet to arrive. In the kitchen everyone was doing their share to set the table when suddenly a voice broke through the summer house.

“We’re here!”

Just like that Susannah was off to greet her eldest son that she missed dearly and the girl she already considered her daughter, at the door. Belly stayed where she was watching as everyone else joined to greet the pair.

And there, the (your name) stood with Conrad’s arm resting around her shoulder leaning into his side. Her skin alone looked perfectly delicate, almost like puff pastry. Even from where she stood, to Belly her eyes looked white as daisies.

Belly thought for being on an hours-long road trip she looked perfect. How unfair.

“Oh you didn’t have to bring anything dear, you're the guest,” Susannah said looking into the tote bag that (your name) had brought in with her.

“It’s fine really, I wanted to.” She said sweetly.

“She managed to turn a five minute visit at the gas station into a thirty minute stop. I was surprised she didn’t buy out the whole place.” Conrad teased with a smile, a smile belly had loved so dearly but saw so rarely.

One that had been painted on his face since he arrived with his body pressed next to what seemed to be the sweetest thing on this side of hell.

As Belly came closer she could see what was contained in the bag, it was full to the brim with sweets that Belly knew everyone in the house loved.

Sour patch kids. Conrad must have told her.

“You two came just in time for dinner,” Laurel assured the pair as everyone made their way back to the dining room taking a seat around the table once everyone was acquainted.

If Belly hadn’t walked away so quickly she would have seen the kiss Conrad had placed on the sweet girl's lips before leading her towards the others.

As the meal began, stories were told and questions were asked — specifically to the newest arrivals. Laurel asked the basics, “so (your name) what are you majoring in at Brown?”

“Architectural Studies.”

“Wow, impressive.” Laurel nodded. “You must not have a lot of free time.”

“Not really, no.”

“Hey is it true that architectural students never sleep?” Steven questioned.

“Pretty much.”

“Oh (your name) that can’t be healthy.” Susannah looked concerned but it was soon relieved thanks to Conrad. “Don’t worry mom. I make sure she gets a few hours of sleep.” He grabbed a hold of (your names) hand that rested on the table, interlocking their hands together. Belly frowned at the action.

“She’d probably get a few more if it weren’t for you,” Jeremiah wiggled his eyebrows at his brother.

“Jere!” His mother scolded as (your name) jaw dropped slightly and her cheeks become rosy.

“What we all know it’s true!” He continued to tease.

Belly eyes widened as her heart dropped to her stomach. she wasn’t sure why it took her so long to piece it together. With all the looks Jere and Steven had shared when the couple was brought up, the comments Susannah had been making to Laurel about the girl, the constant touching since Conrad and (your name) had gotten here.

Belly was the only one who didn’t know — “You two are dating?”

“Or maybe we all don’t,” Jeremiah muttered.

“You didn’t know? We’ve been together since November,” Conrad was the one to confirm it as if it was common knowledge.

“Oh.” Belly was sure she’d burst into tears at any given moment but used all her strength not to. The boy she’s had a crush on since she knew what it was like to like someone was sitting in front of her with his girlfriend. And it was killing her.

From there the conversation moved on — some talk about giving a grand tour of Cousins but Belly hadn’t said a word, she knew if she did she’d crack.

When it was time for Susannah to offer dessert, Belly excused herself saying she wasn’t hungry for it. Leaving to go upstairs and to give her best friend back home a call.

The next day had come fast then Belly would have liked, she’d spent the whole night locked up in her room crying to Taylor about what had happened.

When she came downstairs it was all a reminder of it all.

“We got muffins!” The young couple came into the summer house happily holding hands, Conrad carrying the baked goods for everyone.

And it was at the moment Belly knew she could see them together, it hurt too much and she didn’t know how to make it stop. So she decided she’d just ignore the pair like a disease, turns out that was a lot harder than she thought.

But it takes over my life, I see you everywhere.

As the day went on, Cousins Beach got hotter resulting in all the girls sitting around the pool while the boys goofed about in the water.

Belly and (your name) laid on the pool chairs next to each other soaking in the sun. Silence filling the air between the two. At least it was till it was broken by (your name), “I love your necklace, it’s so pretty.”

I feel your compliments like bullets on skin.

“Thanks. It was a gift from Susannah.” Belly responded, lifting her hand to fiddle with the seashell charm at the end of her necklace.

“She has the best taste in jewelry, don’t you think?” She asked continuing the conversation that Belly secretly wanted to stop.

“She sure does.”

“Last Christmas she gave me the cutest charm bracelet because my old one had run out of space. Look,” she lifted her wrist which did in fact hold a gorgeous silver bracelet.

But only one of the many charms stuck out to Belly, a dangling ‘C.’ The sight alone made her heart hurt.

Just then Conrad walked over to the girls leaning down (your name) to place a kiss on her lips and pull away shaking his head, spraying pool water all over his girlfriend.

Belly looked the other way at that.

“What are you ladies up to?” He asked. All (your name) did was raise her wrist and somehow he just knew. “Ah, talking about the magical charm bracelet.

“Says the one that bought half the charm on said charm bracelet.” (Your name) countered his teasing tone.

“That I did, didn’t I.” With a glint of mischief in his eyes Conrad picks his Girlfriend off the chair, bridle style to carry her towards the pool insisting she join him in the water. Cause a squeak to leave her lips.

“Con, I swear to God—“

“You need to cool off, or else you’ll turn into a lobster.” She countered, “Hey, I’d make a very cute lobster I hope you know.”

“I’m sure you would.”

Belly couldn’t bear to watch the couple have their cute moment together anymore, so got up and she left for the house, leaving the three boys and (your name) be.

“Belly? Why aren’t you outside with the others,” Susannah from the other side of the bedroom door before coming in. Only for her to find Belly curled into a ball on her bed wrapped within her blanket. “Oh no.”

She rushed towards Belly sitting next to her on the bed, rubbing her back with her hand. “What’s wrong sweetheart?”

“It’s nothing.” Belly say up rubbing her hands over her face that was covered in dried tears.

“Belly—“

“It’s nothing really.”

Susannah didn’t know why she didn’t she it before. But with the look in Belly’s eyes whenever the young couple entered the room together, when her son placed a kiss on (your name)’s forehead or wrapped his arms around her.

How could she not have known.

“Oh Belly, do you still like Connie?”

“N-no.” The girl took a deep breath, “it so stupid.”

“Honey it’s not stupid.” She comforted the girl, bringing her into a hug.

“How did this happen?” Belly shook her head leading into Susannah. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this.”

“I know honey.”

“What am I gonna do now?”

“With Conrad?” Belly nodded. “There’s nothing you can do hun, he’s with (your name) for the long run — I can tell. You just have to move on and get your own version of Conrad.”

“But how?”

“That’s for you to figure out.” Susannah continued, “what about that sweet boy from last summer — Cam, you still talk to him, don’t you?”

“Yeah but I doubt he likes me like that.”

“And why do you say that?”

“Because I’m me, what’s there to like about me. Especially compared to her. Have you seen her, she’s going to Brown University for architecture, how do you too that.”

Smart, sexy Lacy, I’m losin’ it lately.

Well, aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist?

“Belly don’t you dare say that about yourself, you are beautifully smart the way you are. It’s something I love about you and any great guy would see that.”

“Conrad didn’t.”

“Belly.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t need Conrad hun.”

Nightfall had come later that night. Belly was sat in the kitchen on one of the stools with a book in hand but she couldn’t bring herself to read it. Meanwhile Steven and Jeremiah were cooking up something, she hadn’t bothered to ask what — it smelt awful.

But then suddenly it didn’t. All she could smell was lingering perfume.

Conrad and Y/n came down the stairs smiling. And all Belly could do was watch, hidden in plain sight. They were both dressed nicely, Conrad wore a button up that would have made Belly swoon if it weren’t for the girl that clung to his arm. (Your name) was dressed in dazzling scarlet, like Bardot reincarnate. The most gorgeous dress hung around her figure that Belly had ever seen with matching ribbons in her hair.

The sight leaving her stomach all in knots.

She wanted to know where they were going so nicely dressed but thought it was best not to, the less she knew the better. But turns out she didn’t have to ask , instead Steven did.

“Well if it isn’t mister and mrs lobster. Where are you two off to?”

“We have a date,” Conrad answered simply. A smile on his face that it seem like the girl next to him was made of angel dust.

An answer that made Belly truly realize, she’s got the one that I want.

“Well have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” Jeremiah.

“So they could do anything,” Steven jokes.

“Not anything, I wouldn’t murder someone.”

As the boys made their own little conversation, (your name)’s eyes trailed away from them and onto the cover of Belly’s book. Emma by Jane Austen. “Oh I love that book!”

Lacy, oh Lacy, it’s like you’re out to get me

“Really?”

“Of course. What do you think about it?”

“Uh it’s good, I’m just having a hard time getting into it.”

You poison every little thing that I do.

“Totally understandable, but I promise once you do it’s amazing.”

“I’ll hold you to that.

Conrad interrupted their conversation, “alright now we really have to leave.” And with that they said their goodbyes and Conrad led (your name) out of the house with his hand resting on her lower back.

And all belly could do was watch the couple leave out of her sight.

And I despite my jealous eyes and how hard it is to watch you be with her.

And I despite my rotten mind and how much it wishes I was her.

Tags: @libdarkheart @itswhatever06 @riordanness @amysangel @parkerdayaa @keirasreplies @phsychobanana @kiiyomei

pairing: asahi x f!reader

cw: asahi is a pain sl*t, non-con, virginity loss ( cherry p*pping!! ),

asahi kept his hair growing, just for you.

when you first met him as a freshman, his hair looked shaggy, but the way he'd hold most of it back with a small headband was adorable and you'd make sure to let him know that. someone so tall and big, you assumed would get compliments left and right, but once you said those nice words, his cheeks flushed and he mumbled out a small 'thank you'. when you were walking away, you heard his friends around his desk tease him as they played with his hair, mocking your words — not to hurt you, but just to poke fun at their gentle giant of a classmate.

since then, you've seen his hair keep growing longer and longer, going from unkempt locks, to a ponytail, to the bun that sits at the middle of the back of his head as a senior. adorable again.

you make sure to tell him that his hair is nice every single day and he just grins, but if only you knew the way his heart would thump louder each time, no matter how many times you'd say it.

/

once when he was leaving the gymnasium after volleyball, you ran into him after a study meeting ran a bit longer than you planned. his usually tight bun is looser, a few strands of hair in his face and at the sides of his head.

"you want some help?" you motion to the back of your head to indicate that you meant for his hair, not for the multiple volleyballs in his hands.

his deep chuckle rumbles loudly and it makes your heart thump unevenly.

"sure." he bends his knees ( quite a bit ) to become level with your hands and you try to gently get the hairband out of his tresses, but you're met with resistance and end up tugging harder than intended as his long locks flow down his head and shoulders. your small fingers drop the rubber band when you hear the absolutely lewd moan that asahi lets out without his own permission.

"fuck, i'm so sorry— that's— really weird.." he mumbles under his breath, letting all the balls fall now with no concern for them. his large frame towers over you once more and he tries to gain his composure again ( only to fail ). "i should probably go and give these back to daichi." scooping up all the now dirt-covered volleyballs, he runs back into the gym with his cock strained against his shorts, and you don't miss the shape and size of it as you wave him goodbye, your mouth still agape.

what the fuck was that?

/

that was then, when you just began to unravel asahi's shameful fetish for pain.

he had your number from the time you were in the same group for the school talent show and the beginning of your text thread ( you opted for the group chat during the time of the talent show ) is as odd as one would think.

he asked for your forgiveness because even he doesn't know what the hell came over him. you reassure him and let him know that it happens, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, because you're nice — you're a good person who wouldn't want anyone to feel ashamed over something out of their control.

but your classmate took it the wrong way, as acceptance and a sign that you don't mind showing him more.

that's how you ended up tying his hair every day. he'd show up early to your doorstep ( it was on the way to school anyways ) with his wild mane of hair so you can brush out all the tangles until it's as silky smooth as it usually is. each tug of your hairbrush makes his fists clench and when you pull especially hard every once in a while, he moans again, so damn lewd, so damn loud. thank god your parents always leave before you or they'd seriously question what the hell you two are doing.

after a few days, it wasn't just asahi's uniform that would feel too tight around his hips. it was also the way your thighs would clench underneath your too short skirt when he'd make those noises and how he could see the rising fabric in the mirror that he faces as he sits at your vanity. it was the way your chest would heave sometimes, the outline of your bra easily visible underneath the thin, white button-up shirt of your uniform, the bow at your collar only hanging on by a thread.

when you hands start pulling harder and harder, just to hear his filthy noises, you know that you're in too deep and so does he.

today is the day he decides he's had enough of your teasing.

your fingers are running through his hair with one hand and the other is brushing where your touch lingers, and when you reach a big tangle, you start tugging and you expect the moan that falls from his mouth, but the strong hand that grasps your wrist is a surprise.

"y'don't think you've done enough?" asahi stands from his seat and turns around to look down at you, snatching the brush from your hair and tossing it to some corner of your room. "if you like hearing me moan that much, why don't you just fuck me?"

your breath hitches in your throat and the shock in your eyes is so obvious — not that he cares. as if you were nothing but a ragdoll, he picks you up from under your armpits and tosses you onto your bed, watching you bounce a few times from the sheer force. he might be big, but he's quick too as he hovers over your tiny body, hands flat on the bed at either side of your head.

"is this what you were hoping would happen?" a smirk grows on his lips as he unceremoniously shoves a knee in between your legs, letting your skirt ride up further until he can see the white cotton panties you've made damp. with deft fingers, he unclasps each of the buttons on your shirt, leaning all his weight on the other palm.

"n-no!" you snap out of your thoughts long enough to try and stop him, futilely holding his thick wrist with both of your hands. "i just wanted to tie your hair for you, asahi-san!"

"bullshit," he spits at you instantly. you've never heard him curse before, nor get riled up in general. "you've been pulling my hair over and over for weeks. you think i don't notice the way you blush every time i moan for you? or when you bite your lip to hold back a smile, you sadistic slut?"

when his digits finish, he shoves each side of your shirt away from you to fully expose your torso. the sight makes him groan, just as if you were tugging on his locks. crassly, he pushes up your bra so it bunches above your tits and, without warning, he dips his head to take one of your soft breasts into his mouth, nipping at the peak as he lets it harden completely from his ministrations.

you gasp and try to push his head away, not exactly wanting him to defile you like this, but you can't deny how good it feels: the knee that pushes right at your clit so you're jolting against him, the warmness of his mouth as he sucks and bites at your tits. out of pure instinct, you grab a fistful of his hair and try to pry him away, but you should've known better — he muffles a loud moan against your skin.

just like with your bra, he shoves your skirt up so it circles your waist and he shoves your panties aside with a rough finger, tracing along your slick pussy.

"no, you say? do you feel how fucking wet you are for this? for me? you can be honest. even if your words aren't, your body can never lie." a calloused digit slips inside of you and asahi hisses at how difficult it is for him to put the whole thing in, despite your wet walls. "you've never had someone in here?" he quickly adds on, the tip of his finger bumping against a thin film of what he can only guess is your hymen.

you shake your head quickly, panicking to the point of your breaths getting stuck in your chest.

"n-nothing... never! i don't even t-touch myself, asahi-san... please don't do this..." tears form in your eyes and spill over quickly, sobs wracking your small frame.

"no... you're right, sweetheart," he murmurs. you look up at him with hopeful eyes and wipe at the stream of salty water at your cheeks. "it would mean more if i did it with my cock instead." your entire body freezes, too scared to even breathe, as he unzips his uniform, undoing his button so he can have his slacks fall to his ankles, his underwear joining it just a second later.

he's so thick and uncut. he looks heavy in his own hand as he strokes himself to spread the pre-cum that's beaded and pooled at his tip.

this isn't what you want from your first time. where's the sweet kisses? the flowers and huge stuffed bear? the love that's supposed to come with sex?

there isn't time for you to think any further as asahi hits your cunt with the head of his dick as a sign that he's entering.

the guttural moan that asahi releases can't compare to the ones that he let out with you before. he sounds as if he's a man who was starved for weeks, finally having a bite of his all-time favourite food. he sounds like a lost desert traveller having found an oasis. your name falls off his lips like an angel's song, and if this was happening in the way you wanted it in your mind, perhaps you'd harmonise with him.

but you can't — not when you're in so much pain. despite his 'preparation', it feels like he's ripping you apart from the inside out. he's crass and sloppy as he thrusts in and out of you, not paying much mind to your bloodcurdling screams, his face buried into your neck where he nips and sucks on your soft skin to leave his mark and further spiral you into shame.

you try again to pry him off, tugging his hair from the roots with tight fists and all the strength you can muster up. the throbbing of his cock is actually noticeable when you do this and he whimpers into your jugular now, his hips growing more eager.

"again. harder." he grits out through his teeth. "c'mon, sweetheart. pull my hair again. scratch me. if you hurt me enough, i'll even pull out when i cum."

that's right — he didn't use any protection and you had absolutely no need to take any yourself before. you grow panicked again and do as he says, yanking his hair as hard as you can with one hand as the other digs your blunt nails at the top of his arm before you drag them all the way down to his elbow.

just the stinging feeling is enough to push him over the edge and he blows his load inside of you, not minding his broken promise in the slightest.

"aw, fuck. thank you for that, sweetie."

you lay there broken and sobbing, having the last of your innocence taken away by the classmate you admired so much.

he might be a gentle giant, but you know that those two words don't go together for him, even as he wraps you up in his arms and presses a kiss to your sweaty temple, his softening cock still buried inside of you.

"i'll take care of you, i promise. now you can pull my hair all you want. isn't that what you wanted anyways?"

vampires pt. 2 | pt. 1

tags: 2.7k, vampire! seventeen x human reader, 18+, mdni, dubcon, mind control, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism, threesome (mmf), bdsm, hardcore humiliation and degradation (verbal and physical)

wonwoo hates humans. doesn’t think they’re good for anything other than being warm holes he can cum in. he’s not interested in your muffled pleas for mercy, nor does he care that your throat is obviously closing around him — his cock constricting your airways. it’s not like you can push him back; it’s forbidden to touch him.  

‘she might choke’ jeonghan muses, nibbling on one of his sharp nails.

‘you think? i think she can take it’ joshua smiles, remembering the last time he made you take it — he had you begging at his feet to stop.

wonwoo’s got his cock stuffed all the way down your throat — bruising your insides, triggering your gag reflex. he’s been holding your head firm with both hands, satisfied groans spilling out of his mouth. you’re not sure how much longer you can breathe and that’s exactly what he’s after. wonwoo loved pushing humans to the brink, allowing them that desperate dose of life at the last second. that gulp of air was euphoric for his human and for him, orgasmic. 

he knows seeing your hands start to tremble with lack of air that it’s time to release you. ‘fuck-k’ he groans, watching you gasp, trying to drink in as much oxygen as possible.

‘open your fucking mouth’ you stick out your tongue obediently, feeling faint. there's a sharp inhale followed by a low exhale as he cums, intentionally missing your mouth to cum on your forehead instead. immediately, the room erupts into laughter watching the liquid drip down your face, painting your black blindfold with streaks of white.

he joins in, pushing your head back with a chuckle ‘stupid human’

you stay there, tongue out, kneeling, feeling it run down your skin, embarrassment seeping in. how stupid you must've looked.

‘hold your hands out’ he orders, pulling you out of your thoughts.

you bring them up, palms facing the sky and with a heavy grunt, he squeezes the last bit of cum onto your hands, the warm liquid coating your fingers.

‘thank you master’ wonwoo smirks, zipping up before grabbing your chain and turning you to the audience. he stands behind you, wrapping the chain around his hand, showing you off like he’s your owner.

‘now, we’re going to show them a trick. spread’ you sit on the freezing floor, spreading open.

‘you’re going to play with yourself with my cum. show everyone how you touch yourself’

‘fun!’ jeonghan sits up; he loved when something new was introduced to the show. even through the thick blindfold, you can feel everyone’s eyes on you, your nipples becoming hard at the thought.

'quickly. what are you, teasing us?' wonwoo snaps, jerking at your collar.

you bring your coated fingers to your cunt, slowly mixing his warm cum in with your own sticky fluids, and suddenly there’s that voice in your head again — the one you’re sure doesn’t belong to you.

‘you’re a pathetic human’ it whispers ‘tell them’

‘i-i’m a pathetic human’ you announce making jeonghan cackle at the unexpectedness. he’s thoroughly amused.

‘just look at what you’ve been reduced to. rubbing yourself with my cum as a room full of people watch’ wonwoo’s demeaning words make your fingers move faster. 

'push it inside you' he commands and you take two fingers — wet with his cum and your own juices — and stick them in, depositing his seed inside you for everyone to see. 

‘such an obedient whore’ joshua praises, his gaze fixed on your fingers ‘does that feel good?’

you nod, whining. it wasn’t so much the feeling as it was how you were being watched right now, exposing something so private to everyone. you speed up, thinking of all the eyes on you but the more you do, the more you want to cum, and you’re never allowed to without permission.

‘can i please cum master?’ you try.

‘absolutely fucking not’ wonwoo snaps, walking in front and kicking your hand away. how dare you ask him already.

‘oh?’ jeonghan notices your fingers which are now soaked with just your juices and none of wonwoo’s ‘she has no cum left on her fingers’ he pouts, no longer finding this fun. 

‘come on’ wonwoo suddenly pulls at your collar, dragging you across the floor as you fumble to get on all-fours.

'take her to the bed' a sweet, melodic voice from the shadows suggests.

the bed as they liked to call it was not an actual bed. no, that would be too nice. it was a wooden bondage table with restraints to hold you in place. you, like others before you, were just a slave, there to put on a show and so the dungeon had everything — toys, tools, and contraptions to make sure the show was worth watching.

wonwoo bends you over the table, the hard wood uncomfortable already, and cuffs you — ankles tied to either foot and wrists bound to opposite corners.

‘wonwoo’ there’s a smile in jeonghan’s voice ‘use that on her. she gets soaked. it feels great to fuck’ you can’t see but you know exactly what he’s referring to. accidentally discovered by joshua when you were first brought here, the bullwhip had become their favourite toy.

new slaves were always initiated with a little lesson — mostly to discipline but mainly for entertainment. much to their surprise you had started to gush uncontrollably, cumming at the slightest touch after. unfortunately, they all had to use you and seungcheol was strictly against visible bruises. so they would only use it when he was away.

‘so you like feeling pain?’ wonwoo picks it off the wall, wrapping the whip around his fingers and pulling to hear the tautness. he lets it loose, the tip dragging across the ground.

you can hear his footsteps circle you as you breathe slow. any moment now.

‘at least you know your place-’ there’s a deafening crack as the leather hits your skin, making you yelp, your body jerking forward on your tip-toes from the shooting pain.

‘-and human slaves should always know their place’ he hits you again as you scream out, feeling the sting in your cunt.

you can tell from the way he cracks the whip that he’s done this a million times before. today his lashes are quick and highly controlled — more pleasurable, less punishing. through the haze of the radiating pain, you hear footsteps — light and silent — ones that belong to him and your cunt aches for what’s coming next.

jeonghan saunters over; his bony fingers on your hair, stroking and petting, while wonwoo grazes the whip over your searing skin. you could cum from this alone. you don’t know what it was but the pain of punishment paired with gentle care made your mind go numb and enter that place — one of quiet submission.

‘hit her again. you can take it, can’t you?’ jeonghan coaxes ‘you can take one more. i know you can’

whip. crack. pain. pleasure.

he strokes your cheek with his thumb as it hits, sliding it down to your quivering lips and pushing past them; and like every other time before this, you start sucking on it ‘give her another one. harder’

wonwoo cracks the whip again as you cry out in pain, immediately sucking on jeonghan’s thumb for comfort. your skin, now red and raised, is another lash away from breaking and jeonghan knows wonwoo won’t be able to control himself if it does.

‘i think she’s ready’

wonwoo walks behind you, grabbing your ass cheeks and spreading them open ‘look at that..’

you’re slick with arousal, your cunt glistening with your sopping wetness. wonwoo licks his lips, thinking about how warm and ready your cunt must feel. he needs his cock inside you, and he’s not the only one in the room that does. there’s another vampire, one in the darkness, tugging on his pants, trying to bury his desire.

wonwoo pulls his cock out, stroking himself hard before slapping his dick against your entrance. he slides the tip up and down, taking all your arousal and then pushes in, a low satisfied groan escaping his lips as he feels your warmth envelop him.

his cock is thick and long, and you can feel him so deep inside you. wonwoo’s thrusts are rough, each one a sharp and selfish. he fucks you cruelly, using you like your nothing more than a fucktoy. it’s honestly a perfect view for the audience — hands cuffed, blindfolded and your mouth wide open your mouth wide open as you moan in both pleasure and pain. the vampire in the darkness tugs at his pants again.

'mingyu' jeonghan sighs, bored by his hesitation 'just fuck her’ poor mingyu. he was always so cautious, unwilling to hurt humans without reassurance from his coven.

‘look, her mouth is empty. go. go feed her’

there’s a hesitant silence after which you hear footsteps — heavy and clumsy — as mingyu approaches.

'is it okay?' mingyu’s words cause an uproar of laughter. he was like that — polite — even before killing his prey, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t.

'he asked you if it’s okay’ joshua repeats.

‘it-it’s okay’

‘okay?’ wonwoo snarls, put off by your answer.

‘tell him it’s a fucking honour’ he grabs you by the hair, pulling on it to angle your face up towards mingyu.

‘beg for it bitch’ 

'pl-ease’ you stutter, suddenly nervous. wonwoo slides his hands down, wrapping both around your throat and pressing tight so it’s harder for you to speak.

‘beg louder’

‘please stick your cock in my mouth, master. please master, i want to be used by you’ you strain through every word. thankfully mingyu’s not one for teasing. he immediately unzips his pants, pulling out and pressing his cock to your lips as wonwoo lets go.

he rubs his wet tip against your lips, back and forth, before pushing past them. ‘fuc-k’ mingyu whines, gripping the table as he forces his entire length in in one go ‘your mouth is so warm' 

and too small to fit him. he’s huge. maybe even the biggest out of all of them and you just can’t do it. your mouth closes around him, teeth grazing his throbbing flesh.

‘oh..s-she can’t take it’

‘she will’ wonwoo leans ahead, hooking two fingers on either side of your mouth to stretch you open. you feel utterly humiliated; imagining just how pathetic you look as mingyu puts his cock back in, letting out a breathy moan of satisfaction.

somewhere in the audience jeonghan smiles, exchanging a look with joshua, knowing they’ll need you in this position for next time.

wonwoo keeps you hooked and starts thrusting, fucking you onto mingyu’s cock. the sensation of two cocks sliding in and out of either end was something you’d started to crave after being used by those two.

mingyu matches his pace to wonwoo’s, both pulling out completely and then filling up your empty holes at once. it’s not just your body that’s stimulated; the way mingyu’s rising whimpers pair with wonwoo’s hard grunts makes your brain buzz.

‘..so good’ you hear mingyu mutter to himself. wonwoo’s thrusts turn harder, his skin slapping against yours, each one making your bruises burn. you moan at the pain, the vibrations of which mingyu feels all over his cock. ‘f-fuck yes’ he whines, getting closer with each moan. you didn’t expect him to be such a sadist, but here he was, pulsing in your mouth.

‘i n-need to cum’ mingyu pants, pulling out and masturbating himself in front of your face ‘i want you to watch me cum on you’ he pulls your blindfold down, feeling his cock twitch as your eyes meet.

‘you’re so pretty’ he whimpers, cupping your face with a hand as continues touching himself with the other. fragile, captive humans were so pretty to mingyu that he could cum just by seeing that helpless look in their eyes.

‘keep looking. right at me. y-yes, just like that’ he moans, his grip tightening around his head. there’s only one thing that could make this moment better — seeing your eyes brimming with tears.

it’s like wonwoo knows and suddenly, so abruptly, there’s a sharp shooting pain as he spanks you, the impact of his palm on your bruises making you wail, your eyes wet with fresh tears. ‘p-perfect’ mingyu moans, pushed over the edge.

‘fuck, i’m going to-’ he cums prematurely, trying to shoot it in your mouth but misses, shooting ropes and ropes of thick white cum all over the place. some of it paints your face, but most spills onto the table, pooling in little pockets. mingyu often came messy like that; especially when he was so eager to.

‘s-sorry’ he apologises — not to you but to the audience for ruining his cumshot.

‘we don’t apologise in front of lowly humans, and look, this will be more fun’ joshua walks over, pulling your blindfold back up before pressing your face flat against the table.

‘now what did we say about manners? you shouldn’t waste your food. lick it clean’ he orders. you hesitate for a second before sticking your tongue out, aimlessly licking the wood beneath you until you taste mingyu’s sour cum.

‘disgusting whore’ it’s nothing short of a compliment for joshua.

watching you slurp mingyu’s cum while your face is covered with more is strangely arousing for wonwoo. he picks up the pace, his aggressive thrusts making your tongue clean the table. ‘dirty whore’ he mutters, angling his hips up and shoving his cock in to reach your most sensitive spot. you squeeze around him so tight, moaning like a common whore. so he keeps stimulating it, over and over, hungry for more; and a few seconds later you can’t take it anymore.

‘please master, can i cum?’ desperate words spill out of your mouth without a second thought.

‘huh? you want to cum?’

‘yes, please’ he yanks a fistful of your hair, lifting your head up.

‘ask them’ he points you to the faceless audience ‘ask them for permission’

‘please let me cum, please, please, p-please’

‘what do we think?’ joshua pretends to care but he’s already made up his mind. he has no plans of letting you cum today; he wants your desperation to build so when him and jeonghan are playing with you, it’ll be that much more fun.

‘no, the slave can’t cum today’ jeonghan hums, having the same thought.

wonwoo pushes your face back down ‘see, they don’t think you deserve it. worthless whores like you don’t deserve to feel pleasure, they’re just gaping holes to cum inside’ he grips your waist, pressing you into the table; his thrusts harder, deeper, faster.

‘pleas-e’ you’re desperate.

‘shut up or i’ll rip your throat out’ wonwoo growls, digging his icy fingers into your bruises as you scream, his thrusts now frenzied. the sound of him mercilessly pounding into you fills the room and he lets out a final groan, cumming, a sudden burst of warm liquid filling you up.

‘fuck’ he groans, pulsing inside you, dumping every last bit of his cum in your hole. he spreads your ass, pulling out, as his cum slowly trickles out of you. it’s the perfect cumshot but wonwoo’s distracted by something far more appealing — the red bruises on your ass, so close to bleeding.

he wants you so bad. not yet he tells himself. it would be a shame to not fuck you again.

‘who’s next?’

the rest of the night is a blur. you’re used continuously, cum dripping out of every hole — your mouth, your cunt, your ass — as the show finally comes to an end.

‘you’ve put on such a good show today’ jeonghan praises ‘everyone clap!’

there’s a resounding applause during which wonwoo finally pulls your blindfold off and your eyes dart around the room searching for the one person you haven’t heard a single word from — seungcheol.

‘are you looking for someone?’

you shake your head, quickly dropping your gaze. wonwoo bends, whispering it like he’s letting you in on a secret ‘he left. a long time ago. the moment you pushed my cum into your dirty cunt he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore’ and suddenly you’re wracked with an all-consuming guilt.

he gazes into your guilty eyes, that snarky little smile returning to his lips.

yes, wonwoo hates human but there is one thing he truly loves about them — their useless emotions, and right now he’s elated you’re drowning in yours.

easy (r.fantasies)

tw // insecure reader, johnny taking advantage of your low self esteem, idk what else to tag this he’s a douchebag

johnny likes them insecure. easy is what he really wants to say, because it’s so easy to get between your legs that he finds it laughable. he’s no amateur to this little hunt - you aren’t the first, you know that. a man like johnny had to have tons of women bearing their hearts and bodies to him, and he did. but you damn sure aren’t the last, and this bit you naively fail to realize.

he spots you at a cafe. what can he say - he knows where to scout them. not frat parties or crowded outings unless your far more poised, assertive friends dragged you out or you were searching for validation. he’s met a couple of women like that at his friend’s parties, but girls like you aren’t party animals, you’re too inhibited to truly let loose. you’re sitting at a booth and he decides to press his luck a little, sliding across from you. apologizes for startling you when you jolt, glancing up from your phone. the first thing you notice is that he’s mind-numbingly handsome with the cutest smile that you can’t help but match, telling him it’s okay.

johnny asks if you mind if he sits here while he waits for his coffee, and though you don’t fail to notice the handful of available spots he could have opted to sit at, you don’t shoo him away. he’s super cute, after all. you don’t want to get too carried away, it’s not like a guy this good-looking could ever be attracted to you, but your friends have been nagging you to go out and meet a boy.

you don’t have the confidence. you’d rather a boy go out and meet you.

johnny can’t help but start up a lighthearted conversation with you, flirting a bit here and there, and it’s only five minutes into talking that he decides you’re the epitome of a perfect candidate. he loves the way you can’t hold eye contact for too long, you can’t challenge his stare. he loves how you have a habit of covering your mouth when you laugh, probably embarrassed of your smile. by the time they call his name with his order, he already has your number and knows a couple of worthless facts about you, but he won’t be getting rid of them so soon. they’ll come in hand quickly.

he chats with you a little longer, maybe fifteen minutes, just for fun. not that he needed all that time, he already got what he wanted and asked you on a date. of course, you said yes. you didn’t ask when or what time, much to his amusement. you told him, yes. your plans be damned if you had any, all for the sake of a stranger just because he entertains you and he’s handsome, or you don’t have any plans, which makes it worse because he hasn’t told you when yet. he’s also sure to ask where you attend school and is relieved to know it’s not on his campus. it’s not that johnny’s afraid of facing you when he ultimately disposes of you like trash, it’s just too much drama. he’d rather avoid it.

you’re giggly when he leaves, in disbelief that a man like that even gave you a second thought. you can’t wait to tell your friends, but at the same time, you’re so jittery. you have a date with a guy and you don’t even have any date-worthy outfits. plus what if he talks to you and thinks you’re immensely uninteresting? what if he changes his mind and stands you up or something? there’s so much to fret over.

but johnny arrives punctually at your house at seven, just like you agreed. you’re a bit nervous to reveal yourself, wondering if you put on too little makeup or too much, musing on whether or not you did this dress justice, but then johnny’s knocking at your door. he falls silent for a second when he sees you and your first thought is that that’s a bad reaction, but then he follows it up with a comment about how beautiful you are and warmth fills your cheeks. you can’t help but make a comment back about how handsome he is, which he accepts with a thanks and offers you his hand, leading you out the driveway.

johnny thinks you’re a little stupid for giving him your address on the first date, but it’s okay. it’s not like he has any intention of seeing you beyond the point where he eventually gets bored of you.

the date goes well in your opinion. johnny even got you a gift, a necklace with two cats on it after you mentioned in passing that you were a lover of felines. helps you put it on, sits back down and lets out a comment about how beautiful it looks on you, and you can’t help but think he must really like you, that’s he’s such a great guy. he’s so funny, makes you laugh more than you thought possible. you make a couple of self-deprecating jokes, much to his chagrin, but your humor isn’t bad outside of that. johnny thinks he might tolerate you a pinch longer than he does some of the others. you’re really sold when he tells you a funny story and he tells you very sternly to stop covering your mouth when you laugh, you have the most gorgeous smile he’s ever seen and he wants to see it more often.

then he convinces you to come back to his place, and honestly, it doesn’t take really any convincing. it’s predictable what happens, he can’t wait to get you into his sheets, but he’s calculated and patient about it. you’re the shyiest thing ever and he’s not surprised to hear you sheepishly admit that you’re a virgin. you don’t know how much that turns him on, being your first, but he hides it so well. his reaction is less horrifying than you expect, he’s so nonchalant that you feel weird for making a big deal about it. as if you don’t have virgin written all over you, he thinks amusedly.

you’re shy, when he unzips your dress, feeling so naked as he stares at your bare body. and to be fair, you are. you’re shy when your bra comes off, covering your tits with your hands, only for him to place them above your head and suck them into his mouth. you’re shy when he dips his head between your thighs and exposes your bare cunt (you didn’t shave, you didn’t think he’d want to fuck you), only for him to spread your legs apart and tell you that you have such a pretty pussy. but you’re just needy when he grabs a condom (johnny’s a lot of things, but he’s not reckless about who he puts his dna into) and steers his cock to your cunt. needy when he slowly buries himself to the hilt, needy when he tells you that he loves how tight you wrap around him, needy when he grunts your name in your ear and says that he could fuck you forever.

you just comply with everything he wants, moan his name when he tells you to. so submissive, so meek. he loves it that way. it’s a shame that you’re so unkind to yourself, because johnny does actually find you attractive. you should give yourself a chance, but he doesn’t care to tell you that. especially because if you knew how much you were worth, you wouldn’t be with him.

a couple more dates and you’re officially together. it’s so fun to johnny, pure entertainment if nothing else. when he calls, you drop everything and come to him. whenever he wants a favor, you do it without a second thought. it’s the least you can do when he makes you feel so wanted, so accepted. you think nothing of it when he asks you to go on birth control, because he hates the barrier and so badly wants to feel your bare pussy clamp around his dick. wants to turn you into his cumdump, and you gladly mold into whoever he wants you to be. no self-esteem. your sense of self worth relies entirely upon him. so pathetic, he thinks, but never says. it’s almost… cute.

“johnny,” you whisper one night while he’s stuffed between your legs. “i love you.”

“love you, too,” he lies in the heat of the moment, knowing that he never has and never will, that some day he’ll have to break your heart just like he broke everybody else’s, but it’s your fault for being so easy.

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genre : fluff | wc >1.1k | gn!reader | requested

KEEHO:

words > actions even though the latter are present as well

low key enjoys therapy talk when you talk your issues through, especially because you get annoyed by that

pokes you, tickles you, pinches you when you get sulky

shared cultural field is so important for him, bonus points if you have similar taste in fashion and music

sends you selfies when bored

openly states that he loves praise and compliments, so expects you to shower him in those

but then you tease him for something, he teases back, and it turns into clownery you both love

so oblivious to the others’ signs of affection towards you, gets faux jealous only when you pay attention to somebody else for too long when he’s right next to you

voice of reason, loves to give advice and is really good at it

very in tune with your emotions, sometimes surprisingly attentive

contrary to popular belief, rather talks than listens

that bf that listens to you gossiping about people he doesn’t know and genuinely gasps

THEO:

the gentlest

he oozes reassurance and firmness

it’s hard for him to open up, but with time it gets better and he’s more open about his concerns and worries

prefers being low key about your relationship, but doesn’t mean you soft launching the relationship on your social media

loves to have with him something reminding of you

like a clothing item you bought him or a matching keyring

quietly approaches you when he thinks somebody’s trying to get with you in public, but other than that he doesn’t try to show off, he’s quite confident in your love for him and your ability to say ‘no’

big on quality time, let’s you come up with date ideas and activities just to spend some time with you

the type to get up before you do to make some breakfast

imo he’d try to bottle up his discontents and make the problem worse by blowing up later

it takes him some time to figure himself out before he’s ready to discuss again

shy about saying ‘sorry’ but he’s trying, that’s what counts

shows his love, gratitude or apologies through actions, small or big

JIUNG:

ironically cheesy

calls you when he’s bored and/or misses you, no matter time nor place 

all over you, and again, it doesn’t matter if you’re home or somewhere out

the type to make you show off your outfit, “do a spin, baby. so cute!”

sends you pictures of random objects and captions “you”

very forward with something that’s upsetting him, but laughs it off as something not really important to avoid a fight

kind of shy about romantic gestures but tries to do them nevertheless

snaps pictures of you when you don’t look your best to tease you later, but loves them himself since it’s still your pictures

him and you create the loudest duo even though sometimes you two are funny for each other only, others are simply patient

sneaks candies into your bag, gives you small snacks when you’re tired

pouts when he’s upset, with you or not – doesn’t matter, and asks you to kiss it better

recharges while just being with you

INTAK:

unironically cheesy

wins you a bear at an arcade and expects to post it on your story with sweet caption

keeps count on anniversaries of your firsts

prefers to go out to crowded, loud places

would be seriously invested in your friends’ drama, probably would spill something about his friends to you and then make you promise you won’t tell a soul

clingy when no one else sees it, but in public or around some other people looks chill, nonchalantly keeping an arm around your shoulders and not much more

says whatever crosses his mind, and sometimes those things aren’t nice, so the fights that are caused by him are usually because he can’t keep his mouth shut and think things through

apologizes, but it takes him a while to get into the accustomed rhythm of your relationship 

the type to grant you big gifts, he wants to spoil you or at least have an air of somebody who can

you send him a song you liked – later it’s in the background of a live

SOUL:

shy and quiet, looks at you with such obvious adoration it’s borderline unbearable for others

shares everything he finds amazing or lovely with you immediately

kinder surprise eggs for two, and eventually he gives you his chocolate and you give him a toy, so now he has a small collection of those, paired up

the type to look at the entrance in anticipation, waiting for you, and relax instantly once you’re by his side

may be bothered by somebody hitting on you but never acts on it, never says anything, probably is very relieved once he hears your firm rejection towards a stranger

adores getting lost in a conversation with you, which more often than not is actually him spilling whatever he has on his mind and you listening and adoring

not good at communicating his feelings and doesn’t think it’s worth voicing, so you have to drag his worries out of his soul against his will and work on it

in general, can take things too close to heart, but doesn’t hold a grudge

may be awkward with all the usual couple things to do, but he’s learning fast

stargazing with shota >>>

may cry when you gift him something thoughtful, just so you know

JONGSEOB:

also the teasing type, never lets you breath

would smack you on the face with your birthday cake and await for you to do the same on his birthday

billion of dorky pictures on your phone, not just the two of you together, but also from those moments when he stole your phone and clattered your gallery

your insta feed is much more aesthetic now because of the pictures he takes

not big on physical signs of affection, but if it’s your thing he welcomes it with time and gets weirded out if you don’t cling to his side

also loves receiving acts of service and tries his best to do some for you

the type to laugh to the face of those who try to hit on you

loves to fall asleep on call with you, especially when tired and exhausted

doesn’t shy away from things he doesn’t like and may be harsh about it, but talks things through immediately, hates miscommunication

loves playing video games with you, will teach you if you don’t know how to

extra pat on the top of your head when you win against somebody, sulky jongseob if you win against him

loves walks and window shopping, simple dates and exploring the city