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stealingpotatoes · 4 months ago

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POTES SEMI-LIVEBLOGS KOTOR!

ive been writing my thoughts in the notes app but due to popular demand (one person asked for it) i'm posting my liveblogging DO NOT SAY/TAG/COMMENT SPOILERS PLEASE i read tags

warning im a yapper, im 10 hours in and theres a lot already (separated into sessions):

SESSION 1

whos this clown i thought i would be playing as revan

ive been too spoiled by dragon age origins this character creator sucks ass

only human???? ): fr?? ill just imagine her different in my brain or some shit

my life is being mansplained to me. is this bad writing or do i have amnesiacs

hes meta now??? hes talking abt the screen controls?????

omg a jedi and an evil jediii

omg their asses suckedddd they both died immediately

i <3 bringing a sword to a gun fight

WHY R THERE SO MANY SITH WHERE IS TJE RULE OF TWO

i clicked a workbench and it said lightsaber so either i get a lightsaber or i get a jedi friend whose lightsaber i can steal if im careful

I assume u play as revan in kotor2 so im gonna buy that now so i can play it when im done playing w this clown

i got light side points im getting a good grade in game morality which is something both normal to want and possible to achieve

everyone keeps saying revan is dead but thats my friend revan from tumblr hes clearly alive. or they???

my characters ass is distractingly present onscreen

huge fan of the way everyone collapsed drunk what the FUCK was in that wine

ok these sith ppl might be the bad guys but their armour is DRIPPY AS FUCK

ideologically i dont agree w the sith but they kinda went off w the fits

googling how to become a sith without being evil cause they have Drip

SESSION 2

i paid £1.19 to see revan he better show up in this game at some point

all these sith n i still cant find one revan….. stop faking ur death rn come out n talk to me babygirl this isnt like u….

why can i be light/dark side if im not a jedi. give me a laser sword

maybe this jedi gyal will know where revan is faking his death. or give me a fuckin lightsaber PLEASEEE

was just thinking 'does this game have romance' and then carth called me beautiful. i dont think im gonna romance anyone until i get this amnesia sorted

why is carth questioning me so much abt the crash im pretty sure i have amnesia

why tf did the jedi lady have me transferred to this ship are we in lesbians with each other???

carth's not wrong it is suspicious but i lowkey have amnesia so i coulda done that i coulda not

a lot of clone wars voice actors in this. was lucasfilm so broke in the 2000s that they could only afford the same 3 VAs for every project

mission is 14??????? we need to get my girl back in school

SESH 3

tale as old as time i fucking suck at racing games

ok i didnt realise you had to mash click i won

REVAN!!! REVAN!!!!!!!!!

why am i dreaming abt revan tho. real as hell but ?????

lmao cringe revan getting blown up. i thought the jedi beat rev-meister in a fight but no. accident

"such visions are often a sign of force sensitivity" COOL YAY GIVE ME A LIGHTSABER

BASTILLE LOST HER FUCKING LIGHTSABER??

CARTH IS RIGHT THATS LIKE DAY ONE JEDI SHIT. ok i still love her even tho shes a bit of a bitch and also doesnt have a saber

if we find a lightsaber im taking it first tho

whys carth getting weird abt me being weird that he doesnt trust me. i just wanna be friends mate

SESH IV: A NEW HOPE

'i mean no disrespect, but perhaps one of the male slaves could serve you better' i went in here to start a slave revolution and instead got called a lesbo

LMAO THERES A SPICE LAB???? WALTER WHITE WHERE ARE YOU

thats insaneee they blew up BILLIONS of people to get to one jedi?????? these sith arent fucking around theyre scary

UM THIS IS CRAZY GRAPHICS THE LIGHTING IS CLEARER/DARKER WHEN I COVER THE SUN W THE SHIP EDGE?? 2003 IS THE YEAR OF THE FUTURE

someone just called me padawan i kinda assumed i was in my late 20s do i just have baby vibes

all the jedi in the movies are so chill but every kotor jedi i've met so far has been a bit of a bitch

YO THEY HAVE A YODA!!! its not THE yoda but

cool so these guys are just the regional managers at best. your asses are not the council

why can everyone smell my force juju so strong

THATS STRAIGHT UP YODA'S CLONE WARS VA

why does fake yoda not blink both eyes at the same time. im calling him master tortimer he reminds me of the animal crossing mayor

bastila there was no need for such a fancy bow

malak is like evil aang

revan is so much shorter than malak omg

are me and bastila sharing dreams. are we both obsessed w revan

poor mission ):

WHAT WAS MASTER TORTIMER ABT TO SAY????????? EVER SINCE WHEN??? DID WE KNOW EACH OTHER BEFORE MY AMNESIACS????? DID BASTILA TELL U SMTHN MORE WHEN I WASNT IN THE ROOM???

im intrigued i like this whole hidden jedi shtick its very compelling. so is whatever theyre hiding from me

kinda surprising no jedi found me before tho given my force juju is so strong

IM A LEGIT JEDI NOW??? SICK!!!

does revan rlly not have pronouns i thought that was a tumblr thing but they straight up are a nonbinary icon ive never heard a single pronoun used. revan's pronouns are revan/revan's

damn revan seems so cool in these stories (charismatic war hero that convinced their troops to join them as conqueror?? julius caesar) and yet all we've seen them do onscreen is get blown up and die by accident

A YEAR AGO? the way they were talking i assumed revan died like. a week before the game started

master uh i forgot his name he has martin scorcese vibes said revan was a paragon of the jedi so what im getting is that all jedi gifted kids turn evil

even if i didnt know revan as a tumblr darling id KNOW revan has to be alive somewhere they way everyone talks abt them is too cool for a character who exploded and died. i think. i hope. I PAID £1.19 TO MEET REVAN

'only you and bastila can stop malak' seriously????? just us two?? ive been a jedi for like, 6 minutes and you guys keep calling bastila young???? do you guys not wanna help??

omg im getting carth to traumadump! <3

HE WAS ON REVAN'S ARMY>??

i totally knew the jedi code and did not have to google it whatsoever

they rlly said fuck going to illum heres a crystal from the bin

he told me id be a great sentinel and i was like i know but i want blue cause i dont wanna be matchies with bastila

OGH!!! I HAVE A LIGHTSABER!!!! THIS IS GAME OF THE YEAR!!!!

omg i made my lightsaber perfectlyyy which is rare <3 getting a good grade in jedi

maybe i was a travelling lightsaber salesman before my amnesia

seriously though WHO was i everyone's kinda stopped acting like i have amnesia since the first mission BUT IVE PLAYED DRAGON AGE THAT GIVES YOU OPPORTUNITIES TO RP UR PAST. THIS DOESNT. EITHER THIS GAME IS BAD (but i love it so its not) OR I HAVE RETROGRADE AMNESIA

also everyone keeps being like "Oh ur force juju is so strong" AND NOBODY FOUND ME TIL NOW??? suspicious. did getting a really bad concussion activate the force in me

im too confused and amnesiac'd to think abt anything except the fact i have a glowing stick now

FSESH FIVE:

big fan of using aliens to avoid having to get VAs to read every line

oh so carth's boyfriend saul betrayed him and became leader of the sith fleet so he has trust issues

well he needs to calm down. i can't betray him cause i dont know what the fuck is happening

yooo i love the design differences on the mandalorians

oh my god this lady wanted to fuck her droid cause it was her husband's. and then it killed itself. wtf. game of the year tho

wtf they jebaited this juhani person into going dark side but then i talked her out of it. that seems a bit mean of them

i hope she can join my party she looks too unique to be a random npc

ive been thinking and I might be going crazy but there was a loading screen tip ages ago that said jedis could wipe ppl's mind and all i thought at the time was 'fuck the shitshow acolyte didnt make that up'. but what if one of them wiped MY memory and i used to be a jedi or smthn ????????

cause they keep being like ur weirdly good at this??? did bastila steal my memories??????????

I KNOW I HAVE AMNESIA!! EVEN IF EVERYONE DOESN'T BRING IT UP BC THEYRE PROBABLY TRYING TO SAVE MY FEELINGS

if i dont have amnesia and im just deeping the fact the opening had my life being mansplained then im gonna look real stupid

anyway time 2 go to the fuckshit ruins cave where r-dog and malak went to

"it must be referring to revan. the dark lord and malak--" revan's pronouns are revan/thedarklord

bastila said theres no mention of the Builders in the archives. does she just know every text off by heart

THIS DROID IS 20K YEARS OLD ???

omg i can equip 2 lightsabers at once. game of the year

OK I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I SAID ABOUT THE AMNESIA BASTILA IS ASKING ME QUESTIONS ABOUT MY BACKGROUND THAT I CAN ANSWER. I REPEAT I DO NOT HAVE AMNESIA

ok i didnt get choices and i didnt really uh… say anything that i didnt already get told im still not ruling out amnesia

also booo i didnt get to find out how old i was

master tortimer rlly looks like the ultimate ketamine yoda

LMAO THERE WAS A DIALOGUE OPTION 2 CALL JUHANI A CATGIRL

omg kashyyk from jedi fallen order!!!

I CAN UPGRADE MY LIGHTSABER THIS IS JUST LIKE JFO

omg this ship is fun i wish everyone had personalised bunk spaces like hfw… a game which came out 19 years after this i should probably just take what we have

im gonna start w manaan cause im p sure thats what B-dog said n its the same language the droid was speakin

omg hyperspace from star wars

THE GUY THE BUILDING FELL ON???

am i having dreams abt revan bc bastila killed revan and im connected to her this is so roundabout

maybe i'd sleep better if my ponytail wasnt clipping into the pillow

[kiwi accent] six

carth needs a xanax every time i think we're friends he stops trusting me

also lmao he actually pointed out how wild it was that a day one padawan is being sent on this uber important mission and HES RIGHT IT IS WEIRD!! i thought it was main character logic but he's calling it out

i really really like the sense of unease that's setting in like at first i thought it was just cause im not used to 2003 games but no this is on purpose bc carth my friend carth keeps calling it out

THERE IS A CHILD ON MY SHIP ??????????????????

lmao the representative for menaan is roland wann. its like poetry it rhymes

there are no cameras in the sith hangar <3 rookie error i can commit crimes now

bastila's favourite hobby is getting shot and walking into my grenades

this isnt a combat system this is a missing system

I GOT ARRESTED???? IM JUST A GIRL

nvm i had a datapad that said the sith were evil so theyve let me go free and we're besties

why do i feel like ive just walked into an underwater horror mission

this suit waddles at the speed of a penguin on fentanyl

i tamed the beastie this is like how to train your dragon

MALAK FIRED ON REVAN?????? WERENT THEY BEST FRIENDS???????

but maybe revan escaped when bastila wasnt looking THEYRE FINE THEYRE OUT THERE SOMEWHERE. I BELIEVE

so hopefully when we run into revan they'll be like agh i changed my ways cause of the being shot thing and they'll be my bestie

great news i successfully communicated w the ship child and gave her back to dantooine. my girl has shockingly good linguisitics skills

bastila is so dour "oh watch out for the dark side" GIRL I AM. I NEED TO GET THE BEST GRADE IN GAME MORALITY

ok OFF TO KASHYYK i hope cal kestis is there… thru the force i guess… bc he wont be born for another 4000 years but its whatever

omg you'll never guess what. another vision. wow its one of the thangs. cool this is a tomorrow me problem

#how long to beat says it's abt 29 hours so this is roughly a third (??) of the game???#talk is cheap #kotor #swkotor #knights of the old republic

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hyzelle · 2 months ago

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part 2 — PLAYTHING | l.hs x s.jy x p.js x p.sh

♡ pairing: heeseung x jake x jay x sunghoon x fem!reader

♡ genre/tags: estab r/s between heeseung & reader, pet names, fivesome, reader & all members are in their early to mid 20s

♡ warnings: profanities. dubcon, cns, alcohol consumption, fivesome, orgy, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie (please don't!), oral sex (giving & receiving), squirting, overstimulation, crying, degradation, orgasm denial, slight choking, swallowing, and more...

♡ featuring: enha hyung line — heeseung, jake, jay, sunghoon

est. 21/03/2025 — part 2 wc ꒰ 8k ꒱

!! read part 1 here !!

[+♡] a/n — first of all, thank u!! i didn't expect PLAYTHING to have this much attention & ppl loving it, esp it being my first smut posted here LOL. but i really appreciate it nonetheless hehe. anw, tumblr won't let me post the next part in just 1 part bc initially i wanted it to just be in 2 parts, so i'll have to split it in 3 parts. but i'm posting the last part immediately. fair warning it's really hella nasty... it's basically just porn LOL. again, this may not be for everyone and that's okay. but for those of u who are into it, enjoy!! hope u guys love it!

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read the synopsis & keep up with updates here, ♡ PLAYTHING ♡. the parts are proofread to the best of my ability, so there might still be some mistakes. feedbacks are always welcomed, but any & all hates or disrespect will not be tolerated and you will be blocked. on that note, i hope u'll enjoy & love PLAYTHING ♡ ! give it some love, like & reblog. ♡

The next afternoon, Jake, Jay, and Sunghoon dragged themselves up the steps to Heeseung’s apartment, all three looking like the physical embodiment of regret. Their heads were pounding, their limbs felt like dead weight, and the night before was a blur of alcohol, loud music, and bad decisions.

Per usual, they were gathering at Heeseung’s place to recover. This was the routine. After a heavy night out, they’d meet up, order greasy food, lounge around, nurse their hangovers, and talk shit about the night before.

Jay pressed the doorbell, and a few seconds later, Heeseung swung the door open.

“Damn, you all look like shit.”

“Feel like it too,” Jake muttered, dragging himself inside.

Heeseung stepped aside to let them in, brows raised as he took in their disheveled states. “Y/N still asleep?” Jay asked, kicking off his shoes.

“She just woke up. She’s showering,” Heeseung said, stretching his arms.

The three of them exchanged quick glances but said nothing as they walked into Heeseung's living room.

Heeseung headed toward the kitchen to grab some drinks for them as the boys collapsed onto the couch.

Jake slumped further into the couch, scrolling aimlessly through his phone, trying to ignore the pounding in his head. His thumb moved lazily over the screen—until a post from the club’s official Instagram page made his stomach drop.

A video.

His pulse quickened.

Jay, sprawled out beside him, noticed the way Jake suddenly stiffened and leaned over to peek at his screen.

“…Shit.”

Sunghoon, mid-stretch, caught the tension in the room and turned toward them, frowning. “What?”

Jake didn’t respond. Didn’t move.

Jay swallowed, hesitated, then tapped the video to play again.

Neon lights. Bodies pressed together. The deep bass of the music vibrating through the crowd.

And right in the middle of it—

Jake.

Y/N.

Kissing.

Not just kissing.

Fucking making out.

Jake’s hands gripping her waist. Y/N pressing into him, arms looped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer. The way her hips rolled against him. The way his fingers dug into her skin. The way she moaned into his mouth—

Fuck.

Sunghoon let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Jay panicked.

He smacked Sunghoon’s arm, nearly knocking the phone out of Jake’s hands. “Shut the fuck up, dude!”

“What?” Sunghoon blinked, unfazed. “I mean… lowkey kinda hot.”

Jay smacked him again.

Jake exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down his face. This was bad.

Sunghoon leaned in again, still watching the video. “Wait—who posted this?”

Jay squinted at the caption. “Club’s official Instagram.”

Jake groaned. “Of course they fucking did.”

Jay scanned the room like he was assessing an escape route. “Okay. We can’t let Heeseung see—”

“See what?”

The room went still.

Jake’s heart stopped.

Sunghoon sat up so fast it looked like his soul had left his body.

Jay froze mid-scroll.

Heeseung stood at the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, gaze sharp.

Jay, very slowly, locked his phone and held it way too close to his chest.

“…Nothing.”

Heeseung raised a brow. “That was convincing.”

Sunghoon forced a nervous grin. “Yeah, we were just—”

“Give me the phone.”

Jay hesitated. Too long.

Heeseung sighed, tone sharp. “Jay.”

Defeated, Jay exhaled and unlocked his phone before reluctantly handed it over.

Heeseung took the phone. Scrolled. Pressed play.

Jake clenched his jaw.

Sunghoon held his breath.

Jay looked like he was actively trying not to pass out.

The video played.

Once.

Twice.

Heeseung watched. Slowly. Expression unreadable.

His head tilted slightly. “Huh.”

Then—he exhaled a short laugh.

“Damn.”

Jake tensed.

Sunghoon blinked rapidly, resisting the urge to look at Jay for help.

Jay sank further into the couch, looking like he wanted to fucking die.

Heeseung played the video again.

His voice was too calm.

“You were really fucking devouring her, huh?”

Jay winced.

Jake said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Heeseung finally set the phone down, inhaling deeply, running his tongue across his teeth before shaking his head.

Then—his gaze flickered toward Jay.

Silence.

Thick. Suffocating.

Jake’s pulse hammered in his ears. Jay shot a glance at Sunghoon, who looked just as fucking tense as he was.

Then—

A short, sharp laugh.

Heeseung.

Jake flinched.

But it wasn’t amusement.

It was disappointment.

His voice was eerily calm, but the weight of his words sent a shiver down Jake’s spine.

“I told you to take care of her.” Heeseung’s gaze landed on Jay, eyes dark. “Not let Jake get his hands and mouth all over her.”

Jay exhaled, his jaw tightening. “Hee—”

But Heeseung wasn’t looking at him anymore.

His gaze flickered to Jay and Sunghoon.

“And you two—” He scoffed, shaking his head.

“You knew. And you didn’t tell me?”

Jay swallowed hard.

Sunghoon barely breathed.

Jake clenched his fists. “She was drunk—she thought I was—”

Heeseung’s jaw clenched.

“Oh, so that makes it okay?”

Jake’s stomach churned.

Jay said nothing.

Sunghoon inhaled slowly.

“I should beat your fucking ass for this.”

Jay tensed.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose.

Jake stayed quiet.

But then—Heeseung smirked.

And the entire room shifted.

“You know what?” Heeseung let out a slow exhale, shaking his head. “Forget it.”

Jay cautiously exhaled.

Sunghoon furrowed his brows.

Jake’s shoulders dropped slightly.

“You wanna touch what’s mine?” Heeseung took a slow step forward, voice dropping. “Fine.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay’s brows furrowed.

Sunghoon frowned. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head. “Since Jake already put his hands on her, and you two didn’t tell me…” His smirk sharpened. “I think you all deserve a little… punishment.”

Jake’s breath hitched.

Jay’s hands curled into fists.

Sunghoon exhaled sharply. “What?”

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to Jake. “You wanted her so bad? Then you’re gonna have her.”

Jake’s stomach twisted.

Jay inhaled sharply.

Sunghoon remained still.

“But there are rules,” Heeseung continued.

His gaze darkened, sweeping over all of them.

“For her—she doesn’t get to touch you. She doesn’t get to moan. She doesn't get to cum. Not unless I allow it.”

Jake’s entire body went rigid.

Jay exhaled sharply.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath.

“And you?” Heeseung’s smirk sharpened, amusement flickering in his eyes.

“All of you.”

A beat of silence.

“No cumming.”

Jake froze.

Jay’s jaw clenched.

Sunghoon shifted.

Heeseung leaned back slightly, smirk never fading.

“Not until I do.”

Silence.

Jake exhaled through his nose, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”

Heeseung shrugged. “Maybe.”

Then, he tilted his head, gaze locked on them like a predator watching prey.

“But you’re still gonna do it.”

No one spoke.

Before Jake could respond, Heeseung turned on his heel and strode toward his room.

The others hesitated.

Jay and Sunghoon exchanged a glance before following. Jake took a breath, steeling himself, then trailed behind them.

The air inside Heeseung’s room was thick with warmth and steam. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, soft sounds of water running behind it. Y/N was still showering.

The faint scent of her body wash lingered in the air, mixing with Heeseung’s cologne and the overwhelming tension between them.

Heeseung leaned casually against his dresser, arms crossed, expression unreadable. His voice came out slow, deliberate.

“We’ll wait.”

Jay shifted. “Wait for what?”

Heeseung smirked.

“For her to finish.”

Jake’s pulse kicked up.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Jay cursed under his breath.

None of them moved. None of them spoke.

They just stood there.

Waiting.

The water shut off.

Y/N exhaled, running a hand through her damp hair. The shower had helped—at least a little. Her body was still warm, her skin flushed, but she chalked it up to the heat of the water rather than the strange tension she’d felt before stepping in.

She reached for the towel, wrapping it around herself. It was small—barely covering her. The hem just skimmed the tops of her thighs, and the knot she tied at the front left hints of her chest exposed, clinging to the dampness of her skin. Her back wasn’t much better, the towel lifting slightly with every movement.

But it didn’t matter.

She was in Heeseung’s room. She had expected privacy.

Her clothes were on his bed.

Without a second thought, she twisted the doorknob and stepped out.

And immediately—froze.

The air shifted.

Four pairs of eyes snapped to her.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon. Heeseung.

Standing. Watching.

Jay visibly tensed. His shoulders went rigid, and his gaze darted to the floor so fast it was almost comical. He looked like he wanted to evaporate on the spot.

Sunghoon had the opposite reaction—his brows lifted, his lips parting slightly before pressing together. He shifted where he stood, exhaling a quiet breath as his eyes dragged down her figure.

Jake’s jaw clenched.

His tongue swiped over his lower lip as his gaze locked onto her, his fingers flexing at his sides.

And Heeseung—hesmirked.

Y/N’s grip on the towel instinctively tightened.

“…What the fuck?” she muttered, blinking rapidly.

Jay cleared his throat, visibly struggling to find his words. “Uh—”

Sunghoon coughed, dragging a hand down his face.

Jake remained silent. His gaze hadn’t wavered.

Heeseung took a step forward.

“We were waiting for you, baby.”

Her stomach dropped.

“For what?” she asked, her voice cautious, wary.

His smirk deepened.

“For your punishment.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Her towel suddenly felt even smaller.

“…What?”

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his dark eyes.

“You didn’t think I’d let you get away with it, did you?” His voice was smooth, teasing—but laced with something darker.

“Baby, what are you talking about?” Y/N asked.

Her pulse quickened as she glanced at him nervously, watching his face for any kind of reaction—waiting for an answer.

The boys reacted almost in sync—Jay inhaling sharply, Sunghoon shifting uncomfortably, Jake exhaling through his nose like he was bracing himself.

The way they were looking at her—watching, waiting, expectant.

Heeseung didn’t hesitate.

“Oh, baby.” He reached out, brushing damp strands of hair from her shoulder. His fingers lingered, tracing the edge of her towel before dropping.

His touch ghosted along the knot tied at her chest.

“You let them see it.”

The knot loosened slightly.

“Now—” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “You’re going to let them watch again.”

Y/N barely had time to react.

“What are you—”

Before she could finish, Heeseung’s lips were on hers.

A sharp inhale caught in her throat as he kissed her—deep, urgent, taking complete control. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him, his lips moving against hers in a way that made her head spin.

The room blurred.

The only thing grounding her was Heeseung—the way his fingers traced the damp skin of her back, the way his tongue flicked against her bottom lip before he deepened the kiss, the way he angled his head, making sure she felt every inch of him pressed into her.

She didn’t even notice at first.

The towel.

It slipped—slowly, deliberately.

And then, it dropped.

A sharp exhale came from somewhere behind them. A shift of movement.

The other boys—

Watching.

Jake. Jay. Sunghoon.

All staring.

All silent.

Heat flooded her body.

“Fuck—Hee, what are you—” Y/N tore her lips from his, chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath. “They’re—”

Heeseung smirked, his hands still roaming, still teasing.

“Why are you acting so shy, baby?” His voice was low, almost taunting. His thumb brushed over the curve of her hip.

Her lips parted, but before she could respond, Heeseung moved.

One moment, she was standing—vulnerable, exposed, dazed.

The next—she's was in his arms.

His grip was firm, secure, lifting her as if she weighed nothing.

A surprised gasp slipped past her lips, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, fingers digging into his bare skin.

Then, she felt it—soft sheets against her back.

She was on Heeseung’s bed.

Heeseung hovered over her, his smirk never fading.

The other boys hadn’t moved, watching them.

Jake’s jaw was locked. Jay’s fingers twitched at his sides. Sunghoon’s tongue flicked over his bottom lip, eyes dark.

The air was thick. Charged.

Y/N swallowed hard, her entire body tense, her pulse hammering in her ears.

She was completely bare against Heeseung’s sheets, her skin still damp from the shower, her breath uneven. Every nerve in her body was on edge, hyper-aware of the weight of their stares.

Something was wrong.

Her stomach twisted.

Why weren’t they saying anything? Why was Heeseung just staring at her like that?

Jay inhaled sharply. Sunghoon rubbed the back of his neck, refusing to meet her eyes. Jake tensed beside them.

She sat up slightly, pulling the sheets over her, attempting to cover herself. “Hee—what’s going on?” Her voice came out softer than she intended.

His smirk only deepened, his fingers lazily trailing up her thigh before he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. His grip—firm, unyielding, as he ripped away the sheets that she was using to try and cover herself.

“Suddenly so shy now? You weren’t shy about letting Jake put his hands and mouth all over you in the middle of the club in front of them.”

Y/N gasped, trying to jerk away. “Heeseung, wait—”

His grip tightened, stopping her.

She shook her head rapidly. “Heeseung, I—I was drunk, I didn’t—”

“Drunk?” His brow lifted, his smirk never wavering.

Her pulse pounded. “I thought—I thought it was you—”

Heeseung exhaled a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, baby.”

He reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from her face.

His fingers lingered along her jaw before trailing down her neck. His hands pressing lightly over her it.

“You didn’t seem so confused when you were grinding against him.”

Y/N’s face burned.

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, adjusting his position.

Jay rubbed his temples, eyes squeezing shut.

Y/N shook her head again, panic bubbling up in her chest. “Hee, please—I didn’t mean to—”

His grip tightened on her neck.

She inhaled sharply.

“You didn’t mean to let him touch what’s mine?” Heeseung’s voice dropped lower, sending chills down her spine. “Or you didn’t mean to get caught?”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

Her lips parted, desperate to find the right words, but Heeseung didn’t give her a chance.

His fingers slid down her body—possessive. Claiming.

“You think I’m just gonna let that slide, baby?”

Her breath hitched. “Hee—”

His smirk widened.

“No baby.” He leaned down, lips brushing over her ear. His breath was warm, teasing. Dangerous.

“You’re gonna take your punishment.”

Y/N froze.

Her mind spun. What?

She tried to pull back again, her breath coming faster. “H-Heeseung, wait, I don’t—”

He ignored her.

He trailed a lazy finger down her stomach, stopping just above the heat between her legs.

“Oh don't worry baby. I think you’ll like it.”

Y/N’s breath hitched. She was fully naked. Exposed. Completely at his mercy.

She shook her head quickly. “No, please—I’m sorry, I swear, I didn’t mean—”

“It’s okay baby, it's not just you being punished.” Heeseung murmured, pressing a finger against her lips to silence her.

Her stomach flipped.

She swallowed. “What?”

Heeseung chuckled, trailing his fingers lower, making her squirm.

“You,” he murmured, brushing his fingers along her folds. “No touching them. No moaning. No cumming—unless I allow it.”

Y/N’s breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes flickered toward the others—Jake’s tense shoulders, Sunghoon’s sharp inhale, Jay rubbing his jaw.

Jake exhaled slowly, his eyes locked on hers.

Heeseung’s smirk only deepened.

“You wanted to be their little plaything, right? Letting Jake touch you—letting them watch you?” he murmured, his grip tightening slightly. “Then let’s see if you can handle it.”

Heeseung finally turned to Jake.

“Well?” He cocked his head. “You wanted her so bad right? Might as well go first.”

Jake stiffened.

Sunghoon shot him a look. Jay inhaled sharply.

Jake hesitated, jaw clenching as his fingers flexed against the sheets.

He glanced at Heeseung. “Dude, are you—”

Heeseung tilted his head.

His smirk sharpened.

“Do it.”

Y/N inhaled sharply, her eyes darting between them.

Jake’s jaw tensed. He exhaled through his nose.

His pulse pounded.

His stomach tightened.

Fuck this.

Jake climbed onto the bed, shifting closer, his palms pressing into the sheets beside her. His body hovered above hers—not quite touching—but close enough that she could feel the heat radiating from him.

Y/N held her breath.

Jake’s hands finally moved, gliding over her bare skin, slow and teasing. Fingertips traced over her collarbone, down her shoulders, over the swell of her breasts. His touch was light, exploring, possessive.

Then—his lips.

Soft. Warm. Pressing to her skin, slow and lingering.

A kiss to her shoulder.

Then another.

Then lower.

He dragged his mouth down the curve of her breasts, trailing hot kisses across her stomach, over her hipbone, down her thigh.

Her breath hitched.

Y/N tensed when she felt Jake shift downward, his lips traveling dangerously lower.

Until his mouth hovered over her pussy.

A slow exhale left her lips as the heat of his breath teased her aching folds.

The anticipation alone sent a wave of electricity through her, and when his lips finally pressed against her, she nearly moaned.

She bit her lip hard, fisting the sheets instead.

Jake smirked against her skin, feeling her struggle.

Heeseung’s voice cut through the thick air, smooth and taunting.

“Good girl.”

Y/N sucked in a shaky breath, her grip tightening.

Jake, pleased with her obedience, placed one last kiss against her clit before pulling back slightly, his hands still resting on her thighs.

Heeseung’s gaze flickered to the other boys.

“Well?” Heeseung mused. “Enjoying the view?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his jaw tight. Jay’s fingers twitched against his thighs.

The air in the room was suffocating.

And the punishment had only just begun.

This time, Jake didn’t hesitate.

His tongue flicked against her sensitive folds—slow, teasing—before dragging flat against her clit, savoring the way she tensed beneath him.

Y/N’s fingers dug into the sheets, her thighs trembling.

This was wrong.

She knew it.

And yet—her body betrayed her.

She gasped when he sucked gently on her swollen clit, her hips nearly bucking into his mouth.

Jake only smirked against her, gripping her thighs tighter, keeping her spread wide open.

Beside her, Heeseung was shamelessly palming himself through his sweats, stroking lazily as he watched the scene unfold.

Jay and Sunghoon weren’t much better.

Sunghoon’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his jaw clenched so tight it looked painful. Jay’s hands curled into fists, his entire body rigid with restraint.

Jake grew bolder.

He sucked harder, his tongue swirling over her clit, flicking, teasing, fucking devouring her.

“Fuck,” Sunghoon muttered under his breath.

Jake groaned against her, the vibrations making her shudder.

Then—he moved.

He kissed his way up her body, leaving a damp trail in his wake.

Over her stomach.

Between the valley of her breasts.

Across her collarbone.

And finally—her neck.

He sucked on the skin, tongue tracing slow circles, teeth grazing just enough to make her shiver.

Then—his fingers found her pussy.

He pressed against her entrance, gathering the slickness coating her folds before rubbing circles against her clit.

“Fuck, you look so pretty under me,” he groaned, his head dropping to her neck.

Y/N bit down on her lip, desperate to hold back a sound.

Her breath was ragged.

Her thighs trembled.

Her soaked pussy clenched around nothing, the pleasure too much, too overwhelming.

She was on the edge.

Jake felt it—the way her body tensed, the way her hips subtly rocked against his fingers, chasing the high she was being denied.

A quiet whimper nearly escaped her lips.

Jake smirked.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Jake whispered against her neck, his fingers moving relentlessly over her clit. His pace quickened, coaxing her closer. “Just let it out.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, struggling to hold back as heat coiled low in her stomach. It was almost embarrassing how fast it was building—how quickly she was unraveling—especially when all Jake had done was rub her.

But then—Heeseung shifted.

His grip tightened around himself, his strokes slowing.

“Enough.”

Jake stilled.

His fingers froze.

His lips halted just as they reached her collarbone.

His head lifted, lips glistening, brows furrowed.

“…What?”

Heeseung’s smirk widened.

“I said—enough.”

Jake swallowed hard, his body still humming with arousal. His eyes flickered to Y/N’s trembling frame beneath him.

She was so fucking close.

But Heeseung’s rules were final.

With a quiet exhale, Jake pulled away, his movements slow, reluctant.

Y/N was panting, her body still aching, still teetering on the edge of release.

She nearly turned to Heeseung, nearly begged—

But then, his gaze flickered to Jay.

“Your turn.”

The room was thick with tension.

Jay hesitated, running a hand through his hair.

Sunghoon shifted beside him, still stiff, still watching.

Jake swallowed hard, still trying to catch his breath.

Y/N’s heart pounded. She was still trembling, the absence of Jake’s touch leaving her restless, desperate for more.

Jay exhaled.

Finally, he moved.

Unlike Jake, he wasn’t reckless. He wasn’t the type to lose control so easily.

Slowly. Deliberately.

He crawled over her, his weight pressing her gently into the mattress.

But when he was finally hovering above her, his gaze flickered to her face—

Her lips, swollen, parted.

Her bare skin, flushed, heated.

The way her thighs squeezed together, trembling—

Fuck.

He swallowed hard.

His face was inches from hers now, his hands planted on either side of her head, holding himself up.

His eyes searched hers, looking for any sign of hesitation, any sign that she didn’t want this.

But what he found instead—

Was something else entirely.

A silent plea.

Begging him to do something.

Then, he kissed her.

Slow.

Soft.

Like he was memorizing the feel of her lips, savoring the way they molded against his.

It was nothing like the dominance of Heeseung.

This was different.

Until Y/N licked his lips.

Asking.

Jay froze.

His fingers curled into the sheets. His body stiffened.

Something inside him snapped.

His hand shot to her waist, gripping tight. His other cupped her face, tilting it as he deepened the kiss.

He was now rougher. Hungrier.

He sucked on her bottom lip, groaning when she whimpered into his mouth.

Then—he moved.

His hips rolled against hers, grinding down, pressing the hardness of his cock against her soaked, aching core.

A sharp inhale slipped from Y/N’s lips.

Jay swore under his breath. Heeseung chuckled.

“You’re barely even touching her.” His voice was dripping in amusement. “What, you scared?”

Jay growled.

Fuck it.

His hand slid lower.

Fingers tracing the curve of her hip.

Dipping between her thighs.

Y/N’s entire body jerked when Jay’s finger ghosted over her slit—teasing, taunting.

A shiver crawled up her spine as Jay exhaled sharply, feeling just how wet she was.

“Fuck,” he muttered, dragging his fingers slowly through the slickness. “You’re so wet, princess.”

The nickname hit her harder than she expected.

Y/N trembled beneath him. Her breathing hitched, her body stretched tight with tension—

But still, she didn’t make a sound.

Not a single moan.

She jerked slightly when Jay’s fingers teased at her entrance—

Just flicking at it, never entering.

Her legs twitched.

She clenched the sheets in frustration, desperate to feel something.

Anything.

Jay licked his lips, eyes locked on her. “You wanna feel something so bad, huh, princess?”

Then—his mouth found her breast.

His tongue flicked against her nipple, his lips wrapping around it, sucking lightly.

Y/N’s head pressed back into the mattress.

Her toes curled.

She was falling apart.

And Jay could feel it.

Y/N was breathing fast, chest rising and falling in uneven, shaky pants.

Her body kept jerking toward Jay’s fingers, seeking, pleading—

Trying to get him to push inside.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he held her in place, his grip firm, his touch agonizingly light.

He kept flicking at her entrance, faster this time, just enough to make her squirm.

Her hips bucked, her back arching, desperate for more.

Jay was completely transfixed—completely fucking aroused—watching her come undone beneath him.

Her breathing quickened, her thighs clenching around his hand.

She was close.

So fucking close.

And he could break her.

He could make her lose control right here, right now.

Jay’s breath hitched—his cock twitching at the thought.

But before he could—

“Enough.”

The word was calm. Controlled.

But it left no room for argument.

Jay stilled.

His fingers froze against her soaked, swollen clit.

His mouth left her skin.

His chest heaved, forehead pressing against her collarbone as he fought to calm himself.

His hands flexed at his sides.

He didn’t want to move.

Didn’t want to let go of her.

But he had no choice.

Heeseung smirked.

“See? That wasn’t so hard.”

Jay clenched his jaw.

Slowly—reluctantly—he let her go.

His fingers slipped away, his lips brushing her shoulder one last time before he forced himself to move.

His body screamed at him to stay.

But he pulled back.

And Heeseung?

He didn’t care.

His gaze was already on Sunghoon.

“Your turn.”

The second Heeseung looked at him, Sunghoon moved—swift, decisive.

Unlike the others, there was no hesitation, no teasing build-up. He was hungry for her, impatient, and it showed in the way his hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open without a second thought.

Y/N barely had a second to brace herself before his mouth was on her pussy, hot and relentless. He didn’t just take his time—he devoured, tongue flicking against her most sensitive spot while his fingers worked in tandem, pressing inside her with no mercy.

A strangled gasp left her lips. She tried, she really tried to hold it in, but Sunghoon was relentless.

“Fuck, look at you,” he muttered against her skin, voice dripping with amusement. “Such a mess already. Didn’t take much, huh?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her entire body trembling as he continued. He knew exactly what he was doing—every movement calculated, pushing her closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue, every curl of his fingers.

And then, Heeseung moved.

He had been watching—enjoying. But now? Now, he wanted more.

He reached down, tugging at his waistband—

His cock, hard and throbbing, sprang free the moment he pulled it down.

Without hesitation, he shifted closer.

His fingers curled beneath Y/N’s chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.

“Open up, baby.”

His voice was smooth—low and coaxing, but firm.

“You know what to do.”

Y/N obeyed without question.

Her lips parted—slow, obedient.

And Heeseung slid into her mouth, groaning low in his throat as her lips wrapped around him, warm and wet.

From the side, Jay exhaled sharply, his grip tightening against his thigh. Jake’s jaw was locked, his knuckles white where he held himself back.

“Shit, look at her,” Jake murmured under his breath, watching the way she moved—her lips stretched around Heeseung, her body shuddering under Sunghoon’s unforgiving pace.

Sunghoon hummed against her skin, clearly savoring her reaction.

“She loves it,” he murmured, pressing his fingers deeper—earning another tremble from her overstimulated body.

He was relentless.

His fingers curled inside her, stroking unforgivingly—like he was trying to drag the climax out of her by force.

His pace quickened, merciless.

And his mouth—It sucked on her swollen clit, his tongue flicking fast, precise, cruel.

She couldn’t take it.

She was unraveling—too overwhelmed, too close.

Every nerve screamed for release. Her body begged for it.

And then—she tore her mouth away, Heeseung slipping from her lips as she gasped.

“Hee—please,” she whimpered.

Her voice cracked, shaking.

“I—I can’t—please, let me—”

But Heeseung only smirked.

He reached out, stroking her jaw with his thumb—his touch gentle, but his eyes dark.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, tone soaked in amusement.

“You can take a little more, can’t you?”

Tears pricked her eyes.

She was too far gone.

Too sensitive. Too desperate.

But Heeseung wasn’t finished.

Still buried between her thighs, Sunghoon chuckled.

“You heard him, baby,” he taunted, licking her once more.

“You don’t get to cum yet.”

A broken sob slipped from her lips as her body trembled violently.

She was caught—trapped in that cruel, high edge of pleasure with no release.

Jay and Jake sat still—watching, their restraint wearing thinner by the second.

Y/N’s lips parted again, her voice a whisper of desperation.

“Please, Hee—I really can’t—please, let me—”

Before she could finish—“That’s enough, Hoon.”

Heeseung’s voice was calm. Steady. Final.

Sunghoon groaned, clearly unsatisfied, but he obeyed.

He pulled back slowly, his mouth and fingers slipping away.

Y/N’s body twitched violently at the loss—still aching, still desperate, left right on the edge.

Now it was Heeseung’s turn.

“Such a good girl,” Heeseung praised, his voice low, controlled. “Take it deeper.”

Y/N obeyed.

Her tongue flattened against the underside of his cock, savoring the way he twitched against her.

She took him deeper—slow, careful—hollowing her cheeks as her throat tightened around him.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she nearly choked, the stretch and pressure making her gasp through her nose, but she didn’t stop.

She didn’t want to.

Heeseung let out a slow, shaky breath, his grip in her hair tightening. “Fuck, that’s it.”

Every few seconds, Heeseung would let out a quiet curse, his free hand gathering her hair in a makeshift ponytail, guiding her movements, his control slipping the deeper she took him.

From the side, Jake’s fists clenched. His jaw was tight, his breathing heavy.

Her body was on full display—completely bare, completely vulnerable.

Y/N whimpered around Heeseung, the heat between her legs was unbearable, her core throbbing with need.

She was soaked—so overstimulated that the slickness dripped onto her inner thighs, gleaming under the dim lighting.

“Please…” she choked out between movements, voice muffled around him.

Heeseung’s eyes darkened. “Please, what, baby?”

She trembled, nails digging into his thighs. “Please—please, I need—”

Heeseung smirked, pulling himself from her mouth with a wet pop.

She gasped, blinking up at him, her lips swollen and glossy.

“Come on baby girl, let me hear those sounds,” he murmured, positioning himself lower, fingers brushing against her trembling thighs. “You’ve been holding back for too long.”

Without warning, his mouth was on her pussy.

A strangled cry tore from Y/N’s throat. Her head fell back, her hands flying to grip the sheets beneath her as Heeseung’s tongue flicked against her swollen clit.

“Oh my god Hee—fuck—”

Jake exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying—and failing—to suppress the groan that rumbled from his chest.

“Holy fuck,” Sunghoon muttered, watching her reaction with pure hunger in his gaze.

Jay’s fingers twitched against his thigh, his breathing uneven.

Heeseung didn’t let up.

He sucked at her sensitive clit, slow and teasing.

She was already leaking, her arousal spilling over as he swiped his tongue down to lap at the slick dripping from her entrance.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading her open wider, keeping her exactly where he wanted—helpless, trembling, completely at his mercy.

She was shaking.

Overstimulated.

On the brink of tears, her chest heaving, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.

“Hee—Hee, I can’t—I’m gonna cum—please—”

Heeseung hummed against her, the vibrations sending another shockwave through her body.

“Cum for me, baby.”

Her body arched, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she shattered, her release gushing all over Heeseung’s mouth.

He didn't stop. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as he lapped up every drop, his grip tightening on her trembling thighs, holding her down—making her take every second of it.

And that was the moment Jake snapped.

“Fuck it.”

He shoved his shirt over his head, stripping down in one swift motion, his restraint finally shattering into pieces.

Jay and Sunghoon turned toward him, their eyes widening slightly—but Jake barely registered them.

His focus was solely on Y/N.

On the way she was laid out in front of them, completely wrecked.

On the way her body twitched with aftershocks, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

On the way her thighs were still trembling, her slick coating Heeseung’s lips and chin, shining under the dim light.

Jake was already bare, watching—stroking himself with no shame. His hand moved in slow, deliberate motions, his eyes locked onto Y/N’s trembling body, completely undone beneath them.

“Fucking hell,” he exhaled, his voice thick with hunger. “You look so pretty when you fall apart, sweetheart.”

Y/N’s breath was ragged, her body still twitching from her high. She barely had time to process before Heeseung was moving up her body, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss.

“Taste yourself, baby,” he murmured against her mouth, licking into her, making sure she taste every bit of her own slick against his tongue.

She whimpered softly, her breath hitching into his mouth.

Meanwhile, Jake moved closer, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. A sharp exhale left his lips as his strokes quickened, his jaw clenching.

Heeseung pulled away slightly, his lips still grazing Y/N’s, his breath warm against her swollen lips. His gaze flickered to Jake, eyes gleaming with something dark.

“Clean her up.”

Jake didn’t hesitate.

His hunger took over.

He moved forward, gripping her thighs, spreading her apart once more—before diving in.

Y/N let out a choked gasp, her back arching slightly as Jake’s tongue flattened against her folds.

“Oh, fuck, Jake—”

Jake groaned against her, his grip tightening. “So fucking sweet,” he murmured before sucking gently on her clit. “Gotta clean up all this mess, huh, sweetheart?”

Y/N whimpered, her thighs trembling.

Heeseung leaned back, leisurely stroking himself as he watched. His lips curled into a smirk, his eyes drinking in the sight.

“That’s it, Jake,” he mused, his voice laced with amusement. “Make sure you don’t miss a drop.”

Jake hummed in response, his tongue flicking over her swollen bud.

Y/N’s entire body jolted—overwhelmed, overstimulated.

She had just came, and now, Jake wasn’t even giving her a second to recover.

His tongue was relentless, lapping up every drop of her release, dragging her back to the edge before she could even catch her breath.

Her thighs trembled, her stomach tightening, her body shaking from both the sensitivity and the way Jake was devouring her without mercy.

From the side, Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale. His fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. His self-control was hanging by a thread.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath.

In one swift motion, he stripped, shoving his shirt over his head and pushing his pants down. His cock sprang free—aching, throbbing, desperate for relief.

Jay swallowed hard, still watching from the side, his fists clenching against his thighs, his breathing uneven.

Sunghoon’s fingers wrapped around his length, stroking himself slowly as his heated gaze stayed fixed on Y/N—on the way she writhed under Jake’s mouth, on the way her body trembled with every stroke of his tongue.

He moved closer.

“Shit, you’re so fucking messy, baby,” Sunghoon groaned, his grip tightening. His voice was thick, dripping with need. “Look at you—still dripping all over yourself.”

Y/N twitched at his words, something stirring deep in her gut.

“Fuck, Jake—” she gasped, her fingers reaching out, tangling in Jake’s hair.

Jake let out a muffled groan, his hands gripping her thighs harder, his tongue working her clit with even more fervor.

Her resolve was crumbling.

She was overwhelmed. Overstimulated. Her body trembled violently, her breath coming out in shallow, desperate gasps.

Her eyes snapped to Heeseung, glassy, desperate.

“Hee—please,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper.

Heeseung cocked his head, stroking himself lazily. “Please, what, baby?”

“I—I need—” She was struggling to form words, her body betraying her.

Heeseung chuckled, reaching down to brush his knuckles over her cheek. “Oh, my baby girl. You wanna cum again, don’t you?”

Tears welled in her eyes.

She nodded. “Please.”

His smirk widened.

“Not yet.”

A strangled sob caught in her throat.

Jake groaned against her, feeling her body tighten under him, her thighs twitching around his head.

Sunghoon cursed, his hand moving faster over himself. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill us.”

Heeseung exhaled slowly, stroking himself leisurely, his expression unreadable—until his lips curled into a smirk.

Then, his eyes shifted.

This time—not to Y/N.

To Sunghoon.

Sunghoon’s hand stilled on his length, his brows lifting slightly as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. “Come on, baby,” he murmured, dragging his fingers down Y/N’s flushed cheek. “Suck him off.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

Sunghoon inhaled sharply.

Then, he moved.

The mattress dipped as he approached, his body tense, his cock throbbing as he settled in front of her. His eyes were locked onto hers, flickering with hunger, with anticipation.

“Open up, baby,” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

Y/N obeyed, her lips parting, her body still trembling as she wrapped her mouth around his swollen tip.

Sunghoon’s breath stuttered, a low curse slipping past his lips as he buried his fingers in her damp hair, guiding her deeper.

“Fuck—just like that.”

Meanwhile, Jake was still between her thighs, still working her relentlessly—his tongue stroking her, his fingers spreading her open, tasting the desperation on her skin.

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon’s length, her body arching as the overwhelming pleasure threatened to consume her.

Jake groaned against her, sucking harder. He was relentless, his tongue dipping into Y/N’s soaked entrance before flicking back up to her swollen clit, repeating the motion until she was trembling beneath him. His grip on her thighs tightened, holding her in place as he devoured her like he was starved.

Sunghoon cursed above her, his grip tightening in her hair.

Heeseung just sat back, stroking himself slowly, watching it all unfold.

Y/N couldn’t stop the moans spilling from her lips—but with Sunghoon buried in her mouth, all she could manage were muffled whimpers, her body twitching, her hips rolling against Jake’s tongue, desperate for more.

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, feeling the vibrations from her muffled moans. His jaw clenched, his fingers threading into her hair as she kept working him, her tongue dragging over every inch of him.

“Shit… she’s falling apart already.” His voice was low, thick with arousal.

Jake groaned into her, the vibrations making her whimper around Sunghoon. His tongue flicked over her clit again, sending another jolt through her. “So fucking wet for me, sweetheart,” he murmured against her folds. “You taste so fucking sweet.”

“Of course she is.” Heeseung smirked from the side, his strokes slow and lazy as he watched her squirm. “Look at her. Just a messy little plaything, dripping all over Jake’s face.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon, her whole body trembling at the words.

Jake licked another stripe up her folds before sucking harshly on her clit, making her jolt.

She couldn’t take it.

Sunghoon slipped from her mouth with a wet pop, a thin trail of saliva still connecting her lips to his tip as she gasped for air, her swollen lips parting, her body quivering.

His jaw tightened at the sight—her dazed, wrecked expression, her chest heaving. Lazily, he stroked himself, watching her, completely enthralled.

“Fuck—Jake, please!” she cried, her thighs quivering in his grip.

Sunghoon chuckled darkly, his lips curling. “She’s begging already?”

Jake only hummed against her, flicking his tongue over her clit again, drawing another desperate whimper from her lips.

Heeseung tilted his head, his smirk widening. His gaze flickered toward Jay, who was still tense, watching intently but holding back.

“Come on,” Heeseung taunted, his voice dripping with amusement. “Don’t you wanna play with our little plaything?”

Jay exhaled sharply. His fingers twitched against his thigh.

Y/N was barely coherent, pleasure crashing through her in waves, but she turned her head toward Jay, eyes hazy, lips swollen and slick.

“Jay—” her voice cracked, desperate. “Please.”

That was it.

Jay snapped.

He stood abruptly, yanking his shirt over his head before shoving his sweats down, exposing his painfully hard cock.

Jake barely had time to pull back before Jay was moving between Y/N’s legs, gripping her thighs as he pressed his mouth against her dripping heat.

The second his tongue flicked over her swollen clit, Y/N let out a strangled moan, arching against the sheets.

Jay groaned against her, his grip tightening. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His voice was breathless, thick with need. He licked another stripe through her folds, his tongue pressing against her entrance before dragging back up.

“So fucking pretty, princess,” Jay murmured between kisses. “Trembling for me like this.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking hard, making her entire body jolt.

“Taste even better than I imagined,” he muttered, breath hot against her skin. “So fucking sweet.”

Jake swallowed thickly, his grip tightening around his cock as his other hand kneaded her breast, rolling the soft flesh between his fingers. He tweaked her nipple, watching the way Y/N’s back arched into his touch.

Heeseung wss still stroking himself, eyes locked onto her as she struggled.

“Good girl,” he murmured, watching her squirm beneath them. His cock twitched in his cum, his strokes slow, teasing. “Your’re doing so well.”

Jay moaned against her, his tongue flicking faster, his fingers digging into her thighs to keep her still.

Y/N sobbed out a breath, her entire body trembling. Jay’s tongue, Heeseung’s voice, the overwhelming pleasure—it was too much.

“Fuck— I can’t—” Her voice was breathless, wrecked.

Heeseung smirked, tilting his head, his tone smooth, taunting.

“Aww, baby,” he cooed, his voice dripping with amusement. “You wanna cum, don’t you? Go on then.”

That was it. That was all it took.

“Shit—Jay—I’m gonna—”

Y/N shattered.

Her breath hitched—

Her back arched—

And then she squirted.

Her release coated Jay’s lips, dripping down her thighs, pooling onto the sheets beneath her.

Jay groaned against her, licking her through her climax, lapping up every drop like he was addicted to her taste.

Jake cursed under his breath, his hand faltering as he stared at the mess she made. “Fuck,”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, his grip tightening around his cock. “Shit, that was so fucking hot.”

Jay finally pulled away, his lips glistening, his tongue flicking over his lower lip as he met Heeseung’s gaze.

Heeseung exhaled slowly, his gaze dark, calculating.

Then—he smirked.

Without a word, he positioned himself between Y/N’s legs, his cock heavy in his palm as he nudged the thick head of his length against her soaked folds. He dragged himself along her slit, spreading her wetness but never pushing in, the obscene sound filling the room.

Not yet.

Y/N’s body jolted slightly at the teasing sensation, her thighs tensing, hands clutching at nothing. She was desperate—aching to feel something inside her.

“Please,” she muttered, so soft that Heeseung almost didn’t hear it.

Then—Jay stepped forward, cock in hand.

His voice was low. Commanding.

“Open up, princess.”

She barely processed the words before parting her lips.

He swiped his cock across her mouth, slow and deliberate, before finally pushing in.

The deep groan that rumbled from Jay’s chest sent a fresh wave of heat straight through her, making her thighs clench helplessly.

At the same time, Jake was still beside her, kneeling at her side, his cock hard and twitching. His hand palmed her breast, fingers teasing her nipple.

Y/N reached for him blindly, her fingers wrapping around his cock. She began to stroke him—slow, teasing, unsteady from the haze of pleasure Heeseung was still dragging out of her.

Sunghoon, now positioned at the side, stroked himself, watching the sight before him unfold. His hand worked up and down his cock, quiet, ragged breaths escaping him as his gaze locked onto Y/N’s mouth stretched around Jay, her small hand pumping Jake, her legs still spread wide for Heeseung.

And then—Heeseung picked up his pace.

He gripped the base of his cock, dragging his tip up and down her entrance with more pressure, rubbing against her swollen clit before dipping lower, teasing her core.

Y/N whimpered around Jay, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward.

“Fuck,” Jay groaned, his fingers twitching in her hair as her tongue worked over him.

“God, you look so fucking good like this,” Jake rasped, breath uneven as she stroked him faster. His head tilted back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure.

“Such a good girl,” Sunghoon exhaled, his hand moving faster over himself. “Taking all of us like this… fuck, baby.”

As she heard those words, her strokes on Jake quickened, her grip tightening around him.

Meanwhile, Heeseung continued his torturous pace between her legs, dragging his cock along her clit over and over—spreading her open, building the pressure, pulling her right to the edge.

Her body shuddered violently, the coil in her stomach winding impossibly tight.

Then, Heeseung increased his speed.

The motion was sharp, precise, his cock swiping rapidly over her swollen clit—

And it shattered her.

A strangled moan tore from her throat, muffled around Jay’s cock as she suddenly squirt all over Heeseung’s cock, soaking him in her release.

Jay groaned sharply, his hips jerking forward at the intense vibration against his cock.

“Shit—just like that, princess.”

Y/N released Jay from her mouth with a gasp, breath hitching, her lips slick and parted as she tried to steady herself.

At the same time, her hand slipped off Jake’s cock. He sucked in a breath, watching her body spasm, her legs trembling violently from the force of her orgasm.

“God,” Jake muttered, jaw clenched, voice low. “You’re fucking perfect.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, gripping himself tighter, his strokes turning rough and desperate. “Fucking hell, baby—look at you, making such a mess.”

Heeseung groaned, looking down at the mess she had just made on him, his smirk deepening.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, dragging his soaked cock against her folds again. “That was so fucking hot.”

Y/N’s entire body trembled, oversensitive and overstimulated from her last orgasm, but the boys weren’t done with her.

Not even close.

Y/N barely had a moment to process before she felt Heeseung press against her entrance again. The thick head of his cock nudged at her slick folds, teasing, rubbing, spreading her wetness but not pushing in yet.

He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.

“Ready, baby?” His voice was low, velvety, filled with dark amusement.

Before she could answer, another presence loomed in front of her—Sunghoon.

His cock hovered near her lips, his fingers finding her chin, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.

“Come on, baby,” he murmured, his thumb ghosting over her bottom lip. “Still got room for me, yeah?”

Y/N’s breath hitched, but she nodded, parting her lips to take him in.

“Fuck yes—just like that,” Sunghoon groaned, rolling his hips forward as she sucked him in deeper, her tongue tracing the sensitive vein along his length.

Meanwhile, Heeseung’s fingers dug into her hips, keeping her firmly in place as he continued gliding his cock through her folds. He took his time—slow, deliberate—coating himself in her arousal, dragging it out, savoring every second.

“Look at you,” Jake murmured from the side, his hand stroking himself lazily. “So fucking desperate to please us.”

Y/N whimpered around Sunghoon’s cock, the overstimulation making her entire body shudder.

“You love this, don’t you?” Jay added, his voice low, amused. His hands roamed her exposed body, fingers finding her breasts. He rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips—tugging, teasing—leaning in close, his breath warm against her flushed skin.

“Being our pretty little plaything?”

Y/N moaned around Sunghoon, the vibration making his cock twitch in her mouth.

“Fuck, baby, keep doing that,” Sunghoon groaned, his fingers threading through her hair as he guided her pace—resisting the urge to thrust deeper. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

From the side, Jake leaned back, stroking himself slowly. His eyes were dark, heavy with lust, locked onto her completely.

“Shit,” he muttered, breath hitching. “I could watch this all fucking night.”

Heeseung let out a low chuckle, his patience finally reaching its limit, his grip on her hips tightening.

Then—he pushed inside her completely.

Y/N gasped, choking slightly on Sunghoon as Heeseung stretched her open, filling her inch by inch.

“Fuck, baby,” Heeseung groaned, his head tilting back as her walls clenched around him. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Sunghoon let out a strangled moan as Y/N’s mouth instinctively tightened around him in response to the intrusion. His hips twitched forward slightly before he forced himself to still.

“That’s it, baby,” Sunghoon murmured, his breath uneven, trying to hold himself together. “Take both of us like a good girl.”

Jay smirked, his hand trailing across her chest before fondling her breast, watching the way her body trembled between them.

“You’re fucking perfect like this, princess.”

Y/N could barely think. Her mouth was full of Sunghoon—her body completely overwhelmed, drowning in pleasure.

Then—she momentarily pulled away.

A broken moan tore from her lips as Heeseung’s grip on her hips tightened, his pace ruthless. Each deep thrust sent electrifying waves through her, leaving her completely at their mercy.

“Fuck, Hee—you feel so good,” she gasped, her voice trembling, wrecked.

Heeseung chuckled darkly, snapping his hips harder, making her jolt beneath him.

“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, his breath hot against her cheek. “You fucking like that?”

Without missing a beat, she found Sunghoon’s cock again and took him back into her mouth, her lips closing around him as she sucked with renewed desperation.

Sunghoon groaned, her lips trembling around his length, the vibrations making his hips stutter forward. His grip in her hair tightened, guiding her with a pace that grew more erratic by the second.

“Shit—she’s getting so fucking messy,” he gritted out, eyes locked on the way spit dripped from her lips, trailing down her chin.

Y/N whimpered, her hands reaching blindly, desperate for an anchor as every nerve in her body blazed. She was unraveling. Overwhelmed.

This time, her hand found Jay’s cock—still hard as he toyed with her breast—and she began stroking him mindlessly, caught in the haze.

“You fucking love this, don’t you?” Jay taunted, voice low and amused. “Being passed around like a little plaything for us to use?”

Jake groaned, eyes locked on the wreckage between her legs as he stroked himself with tight, slow fists.

“Shit, look at her,” he panted. “She’s fucking dripping. You’re ruining her, Hee.”

Heeseung let out a low growl, snapping his hips into her harder, hitting deep, making her body jolt forward with every powerful thrust.

“You hear that, baby?” he murmured, his fingers bruising against her hips. “You’re making a fucking mess.”

Sunghoon moaned above her, his cock twitching as she struggled to keep up with him.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groaned, his head tilting back slightly, brows furrowed in pleasure. “You’re so fucking good at this.”

And then—while Heeseung was slamming into her relentlessly—his thumb found her clit.

He circled it with precision, the pressure increasing, faster and faster, until Y/N couldn’t take it anymore.

She was unraveling. The pleasure was building too fast, too strong. Her entire body trembled, pushed to the brink—every muscle tensing, every breath shuddering.

She tried to cry out, to moan—but Sunghoon was still in her mouth. Her throat tightened around him as her jaw slackened in desperation.

“Hee—I—fuck, I can’t—”

Her words were muffled, broken around Sunghoon’s cock, her voice strangled by the pressure building inside her.

Heeseung smirked, leaning down so his lips grazed her ear.

“Cum for me, baby,” Heeseung murmured, his voice low, smooth—teasing.

He didn’t let up. If anything, his pace grew more brutal—each thrust deeper, harder. His thumb rubbed tight, relentless circles over her clit, forcing her to the edge, holding her there until she shattered.

Her entire body tensed.

Then, she trembled violently, squirting all over him, her release coating his cock, her thighs shaking as she cried out, completely wrecked.

A strangled moan tore from her lips, her throat vibrating around Sunghoon as her walls clenched around Heeseung, holding him in a vice grip.

“Fuck—fuck,” Heeseung groaned, his pace stuttering for just a moment, his grip on her hips tightening.

Even after slowing his thrusts, he could still feel it—see it. Y/N was still squirting, her body trembling violently beneath him, completely and utterly wrecked.

His dark gaze flickered downward, watching the way she spasmed, the slickness coating his length, dripping down her thighs.

He smirked, voice deep, breathless. “Fuck, baby… you’re still squirting?”

Y/N whimpered weakly, her body shuddering, overstimulated—until, finally, it stopped.

A slow, open-mouthed kiss was pressed against her breast, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her flushed skin.

“You’re our good little plaything, aren’t you?”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, staring down at the mess she had made, the way her thighs still quivered, slick dripping onto Heeseung.

“Holy shit,” he panted.

Sunghoon groaned, his teeth gritting together, his fingers curling around Y/N’s damp hair as he struggled to hold himself back.

“Fuck—I’m gonna—”

Heeseung cut him off, his voice smooth, a warning.

“Not yet, Hoon.”

Sunghoon let out a sharp exhale, his entire body stiff with restraint. He groaned, reluctantly pulling back, his cock twitching in his fist as he forced himself to hold back, his breath ragged.

Y/N gasped for air, her lips red and swollen, her body still trembling from the aftershocks as Heeseung’s relentless thrusts continued to rock her.

Jake, who had been watching intently, smirked as he reached out, dragging his thumb across her spit-soaked lips.

“Fuck,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so pretty when you’re desperate. I can’t take this anymore. Come on, Hee.”

Heeseung merely chuckled, his control unwavering.

Heeseung hummed, amusement lacing his tone. “Impatient, aren’t we?”

He drew out his next thrust, slow and deliberate, letting her feel every inch of him as he finally pulled out, groaning at the slickness coating his length.

Jay exhaled, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he drank in the sight before him.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

Sunghoon cursed under his breath, fisting his cock at the sight of Y/N’s wrecked, trembling form.

“God, you’re such a mess,” he groaned. “So fucking perfect like this.”

Y/N could barely register their words, her mind clouded with pleasure, her body still pulsing from the intensity of her orgasm.

From the side, Sunghoon tilted his head, his smirk widening.

“You love this, don’t you?” His voice was teasing, dark. “Getting fucked stupid while we all use you?”

A desperate, broken whimper left her lips, her thighs twitching at his words.

Heeseung let out a quiet hum of amusement, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him.

Y/N barely had time to catch her breath.

Because now—it was their turn.

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cherryheairt · 7 months ago

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Dragon Dreamer side story I

dont need to read the story to understand this

In which Cregan's meeting of Dusk parallels Daenys' first flight.

side story before chap 15, didn't know where to fit it in the chapters. 🩷

foreshadowing for chap 15 also

taglist: (i wasn't sure if I'm supposed to tag the list ppl if its only a mini side story, let me know if you only want main chaps)

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Daenys always remembered the day of her first flight on Morningstar well. Every vivid detail locked in her mind, even at the young age of seven that she was. Many memories of that time had long faded in her adulthood, but a few in particular could never leave. Some fond, some not.

The day did not start out pleasantly. Not at all, in fact. Her mother was busy fussing over young Luke in her chambers nusery rooms in the Red Keep. Her father was away at sea on another voyage, and had been for months.

Daenys was not mad at them, of course. She would not demand attention, especially when Luke had recently come down with his first fever. Those were always watched closely, by Maester or mother. Daenys had drifted around the nursery for a while before growing bored. Jace was preoccupied with some visiting young sons of House Massey, and Helena was with her mother, leaving Daenys to find her own occupation.

Outside, dark storm clouds gathered at a pace much faster than Daenys was comfortable with. There was rainfall in King's Landing often, yes, but nothing harsh and unforgiving. The sound of drizzling hitting her window on a cool day always calmed Daenys.

Even at sea, a storm could not tame a Targaryen or Velayron. She wondered how her father fared. If a storm was gathering above him, too?

After lazing around her chambers for a while, the storm had turned from a drizzle to a downpour quickly. The thunder 'boomed!' outside of her windows and the harsh water droplets sounded like rocks being pelted at the glass and stone.

Huddled in her room, she just wished the storm to go away.

Unluckily for Daenys, something much worse came. Aegon.

Barging into her sleeping chambers as if they were his own, Daenys was startled out from under her covers by his harsh yank.

"Come, niece! I have a surprise for you." Aegon said, a twinkling in his eyes.

Confused, Daenys did not move. Not yet a teen, the boy's taste for mischief grew every day. His main victim—Aemond. His second favorite, Daenys of course. Only because she was less easy to find, thanks to Ser Harwin's careful shadowing. The two were the easiest targets, though Jace followed Aegon around often like a little pup eager to please its owner. Helena was unreceptive towards such teasings, perhaps because she was unaware of their true meaning.

He tried again, "it will be worthwhile. It is a secret—only I know about." He boasted, chest puffed up like a peacocking bird.

Daenys slipped out from the bed, boredom and curiosity overtaking her common sense. It couldn't be that bad, surely. If Aegon found something cool in the Red Keep, she at least wanted to know what it is, else the unknown would knaw at the back of her mind for weeks.

"What is it?" She asked slowly.

"Wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you, now would it?" He scoffed lightly, turning and striding out of her bed chambers.

Daenys followed quickly, reminding herself of Jacaerys as she cringed. A quick look and she'd return to her chambers.

The thunder continued beyond the walls as Aegon went to his chambers.

Within his rooms contained mostly simple things since he did not spend much time in them. Daenys, bemused, turned to look at Aegon, who clawed strangely at his walls.

"It's just..." he trailed off in his search. "Here!" He exclaimed, pushing open the wall to reveal a hidden space behind it.

Daenys gasped slightly, leaning forward to see behind it. "Paths, within the walls of the Keep." Aegon said proudly. "And I found them on my own."

"Now, come on." He continued, guiding her hurridly by a shoulder.

"We're going inside? What does it lead to?" She asked, apprehensive of getting lost in such dark tunnels.

"Everywhere." He shrugged nonchalantly.

The darkness was only broken by the torch that he held in his hand. The world was otherwise a dark pit, leaving Daenys to cling to his tunic like a child to her mother's skirts. Aegon allowed it only due to the fact that it made her walk with haste. The rain sounded louder as they went along, down some dusty stairs and winding trails.

As Aegon pushed open another piece of wall, he peaked his head out to check for people. The rain was clear as day when it had opened, revealing the storm in all its glory. Satisfied, he turned back to her with a grin and nodding his head towards the outside. "Look, you can see the entrace to the castle from here."

Daenys peaked just her head out, gawking at the sight. They were outside of the Keep's main building, able to see the stairs up to the grand entrance doors from their spot. The doors were closed, no guards bothering to stay outside in such conditions and instead closing the doors to the Keep instead of guarding them. No one would bother attempting to enter unwarranted in such weather anyways.

On the other side of the courtyard was the open arch towards the outside, King's Landing's city itself. Daenys had only ever been to visit the Sept and the dragonpit. With escorts, of course.

Without warning, Aegon pushed Daenys outside of the safety of the passage. Stumbling to catch her footing, she turned back to Aegon to ask why he had done that, only to be met with a slammed 'wall'.

Panicking, she pushed at the wall. Banging on it after it didn't budge, she yelled to Aegon, "let me in! This isn't funny, Aegon!"

She heard muffled speaking behind the wall, but was unable to make it out. After a short pounding on the wall, she presumed that Aegon had accidentally jammed the door and run off.

She prayed that he'd at least have the decency to admit his prank to Alicent and someone would be sent after her.

Daenys rushed to the entrance doors, repeatedly pounding on them. Pressing her ear to the door, she heard nothing. Only the ever-pouring rain all around her. She was soaking wet already, feeling like a drowned cat in her heavy day dress and loose hair. Coughing, she found little cover under the roofs of the entrance. With all the wind the effort was made futile.

She waited and waited for someone to exit the doors, but none came.

She wanted her father.

With Laenor gone for such long periods of time, the days dragged on endlessly with no means of communication between the kin. He was her best friend, besides perhaps Helena. He always cheered her up, made time for her, and took her on long rides in the skies with Seasmoke being the willing transportation. He would notice straight away that Daenys was missing from her chambers.

Giving up on her efforts, Daenys decided to go to the only other place she could stay safe and dry. The dragonpit. She knew the way there like the halls of the Red Keep, but had never made the journey alone before. Already shivering, she couldn't wait. Walking past the yard's archway, Daenys glanced around. The streets were empty beyond the stairs' bottom. Any passerbys gave her no notice as they scurried past, covering their heads or food with cloths.

Daenys ducked her head after passing every straggler, even with that information in mind. Any curious eye would notice the fancier clothes and jewels on the little girl, and who knows what one desperate person was willing to do. Luckily, in its wet state, her hair managed to look more grey and blonde than the moon-silver it was when dry.

It wasn't long before she reached the pit. Tiptoeing inside, she found that even the keepers had gone home in the midst of the harsh storm. What fools would enter a dragon's home, anyway?

The pit was pitch black, filled only with the sound of soft snores.

Daenys whispered out, "Morningstar?" For the young dragon she was bonded to.

Miraculously, the two were born on the same day. When an egg was placed in a cradle, it was usually weeks or moons before the egg hatched after the birth. The two were twins, beyond just a Valyrion blood bond.

Another deeper growl met her ears. Turning, she was met with a slight glimmer of gold. Sunfyre, Aegon's dragon. They had quite an impressive bond despite Aegon's lackluster skills in the dragon's known language.

She froze, preparing herself to be devoured by the beast. She had never spent time with The Golden like she had other dragons: Meleys, Seasmoke, Syrax, Vermax, and Arrax. They all knew her, welcomed her as their bonded riders had. Sunfyre was one of the only ones she had not interacted with except to observe his and Aegon's bonding time. As they all often did as a group, assigned by Viserys, of course.

If he was here, where was Dreamfyre? The massive blue dragon seemed to take the younger golden one under her wing, sticking with him when she was not out flying with Helena. Gulping, she backed up slowly. The dragon inched closer, now seemingly curious of the girl. His pointed snout poked at her, almost unintentionally knocking her over with its power. Hesitantly, she petted at his nose, earning a satisfied rumble from him. Attention starved, she was sure, from Aegon's forgetfulness.

Relaxing finally, Daenys allowed herself to lean into the dragon's warm touch. Laughing at his second nudge for more attention, she had to push him away reluctantly as she heard shuffling coming near. Morningstar, rising from the sound of her laugh, closed in on the two and rose her neck defensively toward Sunfyre like a baby snake. The other, though he was slightly larger than the white dragoness, huffed and backed away back to continue his sleep.

Aegon had been able to ride Sunfyre since he was 10 years old, praised for the young age that he was able to command a dragon. Though, he could not best her mother, who had been titled the youngest dragonrider in the realm. Her first flight with Syrax was when she was seven years old. Now, Syrax and Rhaenyra had an unbreakable bond, and the bronze dragon was still growing, though large and formidable, like her forebares.

Rhaenyra had suspected Morningstar would grow quickly and to an impressive size, given the ancestry of the white dragon. At seven, she was already approaching the size of a dragon almost four years her elder. Daenys didn't mind if she was big or small, though, as long as Morningstar stayed by her side.

Daenys turned to place a soft kiss on her dragon's snout, giggling at the jealousy of her dragon. "I was coming, don't worry." She cooed. Leaning her weight on to the dragon, she felt the sting of tears hit her eyes. Safe now, she could allow herself to relax in the comfort of Morningstar's warmth.

Though the dragon had other plans. One big purple eye never seemed to leave Daenys, a lingering need for something. Usually, the hungry look she held when a live sheep or deer was placed in front of her. Daenys couldn't understand her with words, but with actions. Leaning back from the embrace she attempted to hold the dragon in (barely, the same arms that could wrap around the dragon's neck entirely could not even reach from head to shoulders anymore), Daenys squinted.

"What do you need?"

Morningstar trilled, lowering to a suggesting crouch. The position made the idea spring to her head, gasping. It was the same that Syrax or Seasmoke lowered into to allow their riders to mount. The wing lay out in front of her, though it was too small and thin now for her to actually press her full weight on like an adult dragon's could handle. Gingerly, Daenys hopped on to the dragon's back. Spines and rough scales picked at her limbs as she uncomfortably shifted.

She was unsure if anyone had been able to ride saddleless, but she was determined not to let this slip past her. If Daenys could fly now, as she was destined to, she would no longer be confined to the Red Keep. At any time she wished she could escape. To the beach, where her father took her to comfort her, to Driftmark, where her grandmother and grandsire could welcome her in their home, to wherever Morningstar would take her.

Daenys did not wait any longer, grasping onto Morningstar's horns with a firm, "Sōvēs."

Immediately the command took, Morningstar running in the only way a dragon of her structure can; on her wings and hind legs. After breaching the pit's entrance, the dragon took flight. Even in the pouring rain, she could not be hindered or stopped. The dragoness was on a mission, whether of her own desire to allow Daenys to see what she saw daily or simply to comfort her. Whichever it was, she was grateful for it.

King's Landing seemed tiny behind her. It was such a small city yet it seemed to contain the entire realm's sins in its walls. Turning her head back forward, she only wished to forget the Keep for the time being.

She felt wild, free to do whatever she wished in the world. She could fly all the way to Essos, Dorne—The North. The thought was enticing. Flying far away from this filthy place and never returning. Her dragon-riding family was free to visit whenever they wished, but she would never be confined to walls again. Never locked out of her own home.

She imagined sailing the seas of Westeros and Essos, Morningstar above her scouting loyally. A fleet led by a Velayron and her dragon would be unbeatable—untouchable. Her father, too, at her side with Seasmoke. Luke, when he came of age to learn the duties of his heirhood, with Arrax following close behind the two elder dragons. They'd visit home often, of course, wherever they made their home, to be with the rest of their landlocked family who chose to stay behind and lead in the cities. Targaryens ruled the land while Velayrons ruled the seas, meeting in the air to be the most fearsome force any in history had witnessed.

Daenys would travel until she saw it all. All corners of the realm, a voyager at heart. Retirement would come slow and without issue, her heart filled with contentment and mind with memories to last a hundred lifetimes.

With her dragon, Daenys would be free.

🗡

Cregan was three and ten when his father died. Even younger when his brother and mother did. Loss was a familiar feeling to the young Stark. His only family left was his sister, Sara, and even she prepared to leave the Stark ancestral home for her martial days ahead. His uncle and his three sons had to be imprisoned in the dungeons under Cregan's own order—the only way to mercifully spare the power-hungry man. He was alone among his council, only guided by the same men who guided his father before him. They respected Cregan because they knew his capabilities, as shown by the small-scale civil war in Winterfell, but the distance was clear.

They did not hold the same affection for Cregan as they did for Rickon. They knew the young man was intelligent and clear-minded but still saw him as an inexperienced child compared to themselves. It was common that he had to correct members of his own council and remind them of their place, which was serving him and the North.

In time, Cregan was confident things would change for the better. It would take years of building assurance and trust, which he must practice patience for. He knew of his fate to lead Winterfell and the North as it's Warden since he could walk. The only unexpected thing was just how soon that would be. At seven and ten, he was ready to take the mantle back from his uncle. At eight and ten, he finally won it back.

Cregan held no happiness for the way he did, but it was the solemn duty of the Lord of Winterfell.

It had only been a few moons since he was named Lord Stark. Every day, he was nagged about different things.

"Lord Stark, it would be wise to start finding a Lady Wife."

"Lord Stark, the stockades for winter have been reduced for the commonfolk to recover from the spreading of illness."

Every day, it was the same. Solving problems for others was his responsibility, and he did it well, taking them upon his shoulders like he knew his father did years prior.

"Lord Stark, Castle Black has written to you about the Wildlings again."

"Lord Stark, your uncle Bennard is demanding to see you again. He is growing quite insistant."

Today, he was too tired to sit among the chattering bannermen on his council. He informed his men of him leaving on a solo hunt. Promising to return soon, Cregan swiftly left. One day a year, he got his own day. It was his nine and tenth nameday, the one time he allowed himself to serve his own desires instead of his people's.

They would not fall for a few days of being unguided. Cregan tried to shake the guilt he felt for leaving, if only for a few short days. With only his clothes, Ice, and traveling supplies, he left Winterfell's walls on Red.

Hours later, he felt tension leave his shoulders. Alone, there was no one hovering over his shoulders and murmuring in his ears about any problems or infighting. The only sounds were his own breathing and the snow crunching beneath Red's hooves.

The Wolfswood was a vast and expansive place, the perfect shelter for solitude. He had explored the wood so often as a child that it was no longer scary and foreign, instead a blanket of comfort to him. One of his few solaces which seemed to be less and less day after day.

His friends that warded in Winterfell to learn the duties as a Lord of their own Houses had left, old enough to either marry, take the mantle from their fathers, or serve at the wall. Cregan's cousin on his mother's side served there, too, a recent development that he both sympathized with and honored. His brother had passed when he was only a young lad, not even yet nine years of age before succumbing to illness. That solace was taken from him, leaving him rendered friendless and without most of his kin in his home. The bannermen that served him had served long and faithfully by Rickon Stark's side, and Cregan had no intention of replacing them with less experienced and wise men even at his own behest.

Loneliness was something he had grown used to. It had become its own comfort, a constant throughout his days. He knew he was the most reliable person in his life.

He longed for his family every day. His father, especially. The strong pillar of strength that he looked up to had left him so suddenly, reminding Cregan of his own morality. Every time he was nagged to take a wife, he knew they were right. He did not have the heart to lock himself in a loveless marriage, not when his lordship was so green. While his parents were lucky to find affection in their marriage, it did not change the fact that it did not start out so great. Rickon had been an ornery young man before he became Lord, fathering a bastard while he was bethrothed to Gilliane. Gilliane, while being a benevolent and kind woman, did not easily forgive a transgression like that.

It took years before they found love. They told the story to Cregan many times. He did not have time to spend building a relationship with a future Lady Stark, not when he was just starting to learn the full extent of his duties. The marriage would be strained and distant, he knew. Every day he postponed his decisions was another day the Starks went without an heir, making the North grow nervous and tense.

Sighing, Cregan forced dark thoughts from his head. Such things could wait until he was back home in the empty halls of the Great Keep.

Red trudged on, guided by instinct and Cregan's strong sense of direction. He hoped to bring home a deer, at least, to make the hunt worthwhile.

As the hours passed, Red seemed to grow anxious. Ears pinned to her head and tail flicking back and forth, agitated about something. Cregan pulled her to a hault, scanning the surrondings. If a horse as steady as Red grew nervous, something must be amiss.

Slowly, he dismounted and grabbed Ice from his shoulder. Scanning the forest around him, he saw nothing. Red shifted again, leaning almost away from the side opposite Cregan, but still she did not run.

He toed over to that side, not able to notice any shifts in shadows or footsteps. If it were wildlings, they'd surely make enough noise for him to hear. He was no stranger to their fowl tactics, nor clueless on how to deal with them.

Finally, it was only when Red 'neighed' with a panicked rear before she ran off that Cregan was able to notice the stalking wolf in the woods. Caught off guard, he couldn't brace himself properly before he was on the floor.

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Grunting, he was given no time to think before he instinctively whriled around under the body pinning him. Snarling jaws met his bicep as he threw it out to cover his face. Only able to get on his side, Cregan struggled to reach for Ice. The wolf was a deep brown with big blue eyes that pierced hatefully into his own.

Unable to get his longsword, he instead punched at the nose of the wolf, earning a pained yelp but no release. Instead, he seemed to latch on harder. Cregan's arm burned like fire was leaking through his veins, the sensation almost numbing. Doing the only other thing he could think of, without losing a few fingers, Cregan bit down on the ear closest to him.

It was only then that the wolf finally let go, a bloody scar left on his ear from the force of the bite. The dip would be a painful reminder that humans were not prey, and Cregan's own scar was a reminder of his role in life—standing alone.

The wolf snarled and nipped at him again, but Cregan was able to kick him off of him this time. They both stood, staring each other down intensely. Both were ready to move when the other did, scanning and preparing for the next attack.

Cregan was able to properly assess the wolf. Finding that it was barely older than a pup, gauging from the size of its bared teeth, but had the body mass of an adult wolf. A direwolf, he knew it had to be. They grew quickly and almost three times the size of a normal wolf. Cregan would be dead if this one were an adult.

It was not starving, either. Cregan's nameday landed in mid Summer, meaning prey was abundant for the wildlife. His coat shined with the nutrients he clearly got regularly. His teeth were all there, sharper every day. His frame was as burly as a young wolf's could be. It was simply an aggressive young wolf eager to prove itself and mark its territory, which Cregan had apparently encroached upon.

Cregan narrowed his eyes, faultering when a shooting pain shot to his head. When he opened his eyes, he saw only himself staring back at him. His eyeline was low, as if he were a babe looking up at a man grown. His body was still in an uncanny sort of way. He had never seen himself beyond the occasional check in the mirror, but being able to see one's own body entirely was a surreal experience. With a clenched heart, Cregan held his breath and tried not to panic.

He was in the wolf. Or rather, in its mind. Able to see through its eyes and control its body, Cregan had known what this experience was but never thought it would happen to himself. A warg, just like many Starks before him had been. Most bonded with birds, small forest animals, or the hunting dogs in the kennels of Winterfell. He was quite unsure if any had warged into a direwolf before. They rarely came below The Wall, creatures of the dark and unknown.

Cregan wished for his father.

He had no one to guide him, lest he chose to seek out advice from his crazed uncle. The very thought was traitorous to himself and Rickon Stark. He must navigate this alone, though he wished desperately to be guided by the firm but gentle hand of his father just one more time.

He moved, just slightly. The effort was different, walking on four legs instead of two. All his senses were heightened, and his ear stung and smelled of iron. Or, the wolf's ear, he should say. A few feet in front of his face, he could even smell himself and the blood pouring from his arm wound.

The sun was setting now, the day almost over. What a long day it had been. When Cregan blinked again, he saw the wolf in front of him. The brown direwolf did not seem so menacing now, instead looking up at him with interest instead of bloodlust.

Cregan hesitantly knelt to the floor, reaching an open hand out to the direwolf. With the same weariness it approached, sniffing at the gloved hand before meeting Cregan's eyes again. "Hello, Dusk." He muttered, petting the space between his eyes and smiling at the way he leaned into the newfound affection.

It seemed they both needed each other.

Perhaps he wasn't so alone, not anymore.

GIVE HOTD BIG DRAGONS. Syrax was not tiny 😭 they make her such a pretty princess dragon (she is) so she has to be small? She was described as large just not ferocious or battle-worn. She could've fought and done some damage if Rhaenyra was allowed to fight

anyone else think Sunfyre really isn't 'the prettiest' dragon? I didn't care for his face design it looked quite off compared to others. I think Moondancer or Syrax would the most visually pretty ones lol I adore Moondancer's stripes

This may have seemed extreme from Aegon but I think its realistic of a 11-13 year old boy to pull a prank like that bc he doesn't know the type of consequences it could have. also, having a prank go wrong but not asking for help because you KNOW You'd be in deep shit is so real

when Aemon Targaryen called Cregan the finest swordsman he'd ever fought I took that personally

i firmly believe they'd both slightly be daddy's girl and daddy's boy characters as kids. love both parents equally of course, but the bond between them and their dads was just untouchable and couldn't be replicated.

also didn't want to make Rickon stark a cheater, I don't think Stark men are cheaters ✋️

no animal abuse pictured they were simply throwing hands. I'd like to think they play fight still occasionally, also that bite was embarrassingly inspired by Snow Dogs (2002). When the guy bit Demon's ear to finally get him to cooperate I just think its so funny and Cregan would do it

#dragondreamer #cregan stark x reader #cregan x reader #hotd fanfic #cregan stark x oc #cregan stark #hotd

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