summary: You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for some unimaginable reason you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket downstairs is your story telling.
pairing:ex!Jaeminxfem!readerxstranger!Haechan
(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)
genre: porn with plot, lots of angst, lil fluff
trope:mystery, whodunit, supernatural, not a love triangle
teaser wc: +700 | est full wc: +9-10k
a/n:for@neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab! my designated sin: lust … but uhhh i got carried away & kinda changed it a lil so now it’s not solely jaemin?? realllyyy sorry about that & for being late!
so i’m +6k into this & i gotta say.. this is my most filthy fic. like just imagine 119 playing in the background
total warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male receiving), voyeurism, degradation, manhandling, exhibitionism, lil humiliation, masturbation, restraints, lil choking, spanking, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, character death, blood, dom!Jaemin, hard dom!Haechan, sub!reader
Jaemin’s undeniably beautiful face was dangerously close to yours. Sirens went off in your head. You envisioned emergency lights strobing inside the cramped cabin. The warning signs rang loud and clear, and you couldn’t locate any glowing, red escape exits.
But who even said you wanted to escape? You didn’tneed, nor did you want, saving. And thatwas the problem.
