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loudstan · 7 days ago

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Bestie

Summary: A project for your botany class goes wrong. Now you and your friend who you have a very obvious crush on are stressed and horny.

Pairing: Werewolf! Yangyang x Witch female reader

Warnings: Smut, sex pollen, phone sex, JUST THE TIP IS NOT A SAFE METHOD FYI, friends to lovers, I would call this couple dumb and dumber. Also I need him. No angst (FINALLY)

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Yangyang was a weird guy.

That’s what you thought when he joined the same botany class as you for elective credits, and he was already muttering something about how he hated it before it started. He wasn’t talking to anyone in particular but he was dropping his bag and sitting on the available seat next to you so you could hear him.

“Then why did you enroll?” you asked, a little annoyed. He was kinda cute, but a grown adult whining about his chosen class was a turnoff.

“All the good classes were full already,” he replied petulantly. “I’m not even good with plants. I killed my mom’s cactus when–” his sentence died out when he turned to look at you and he just stared at you dumbly.

You lifted your brows, expecting him to finish the story about how one manages to kill a cactus, but he just stared.

“What’s wrong with you?” you finally asked.

“H-hi,” he said instead of replying, with a nervous yet cheerful tone, contrary to the one you had heard earlier. “I’m Yangyang.”

You frowned. You had met a few weirdos on campus, so you assumed he was just one of them. Still, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, offering your hand for him to shake.

His eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand, but he immediately pulled back with a …moan?

“Fuck, bad idea,” he murmured, standing up and getting away from you like you had just burnt him.

Fairly enough, your hand felt incredibly hot after he touched it and a comforting warmth was now expanding in your chest.

“Bad idea,” he repeated, grabbing his backpack and running towards the door. “Nice to meet you, Y/N!” he yelled before disappearing.

Yangyang was euphoric like never before. As he ran home he felt the cold wind hit his reddened cheeks and the still-fresh memory of your citrus scent mixed with the ocean breeze so perfectly he found himself with his arms wide open and inhaling deeply. It smelled like happiness. Holy shit, your scent should definitely be called liquid happiness and sold in tiny expensive bottles. But then other people would get to smell you.

A low growl resonated in his chest and he stopped dead in his tracks, placing his palm on his chest to feel the vibrations.

Was he being possessive?

Wow, so the others weren’t exaggerating when they said imprinting made you unreasonably jealous and clingy. ‘Wolf instinct’ they called it.

He resumed his way home, now feeling the fatigue and pain that everyone told him about when entering an unscheduled rut due to imprinting, which he also mistakenly thought was an exaggeration.

“Skipping class already?” Ten asked, unimpressed, as soon as Yangyang opened the front door.

“Yes, but it's an emergency,” Yangyang said, out of breath and dragging his feet to come in.

“What’s wrong?” Ten asked with a concerned tone this time.

“My dick’s about to explode.”

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m so serious,” Yangyan groaned, barely making it to the sofa and flopping on it. “Imprinting better be fucking worth it because this hurts.”

“Imprinting?” Ten repeated incredulously. “You imprinted?!”

The younger nodded tiredly. “She’s so hot, hyung. Everyone’s gonna be so jealous.”

Ten squealed excitedly. “How did you meet?”

“We 're in the same botany class and…fuck, I really need to be her partner for the project.”

“Wait, botany class with Professor Lawson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I know the guy,” Ten said with a smirk. “I’ll have a word with him. I’m sure he won’t mind helping you out.”

“Oh, thank god. Thank you so much,” Yangyang murmured weakly.

“Tell me more about her! What’s she like?”

“Well, we established that she's the hottest woman on Earth. She also has beautiful eyes that look so cute when annoyed.”

“You annoyed her already?”

“And her voice is so addictive,” Yangyang continued, ignoring the question. “And she has this super delicious scent…” he groaned, not noticing that his hand was going down to his trousers.

“Yangyang, do that in your room! Have some shame!” Ten exclaimed, forcing him to stand up and pushing him to the stairs. “Go upstairs and I’ll bring suppressants in a minute.”

Surprisingly, Yangyang was obedient this time, forcing himself to make an effort to go to his room. He usually took suppressants before he could even experience a pre-rut, so he didn’t remember the last time he felt this tired and needy. He took the pills Ten gave him and took off his pants, knowing very well that no pill would be too effective now that he had met you and that he had to take care of himself the old-fashioned way.

Honestly? He was happy to do it if he got to think about you to cum.

“Hhmmm…” he bit his lip and arched his back when his fingers—the same ones that had touched your skin earlier— finally circled his cock.

He remembered how soft your hand was. How would it feel if it was your hand touching him instead of his?

He chuckled. Your hand probably wouldn’t be able to grasp all of him. You would have to use both.

“Yeah, Y/N,” he whispered, closing his eyes and imagining he had you there with him. “It’s okay, just g-go slow, hm?”

In his vision, you stubbornly tried to grab him more firmly and jerk him faster. In reality, he tugged at his cock until reaching the desired speed. “Ooohh, you like it that much? Mhmm? You can have it, Y/N, g-go ahead…”

He ran his thumb over the tip a few times, imagining it was your pretty tongue teasing him. “Oooooh yes, baby, that’s my girl, right there…”

He quickened the pace, occasionally teasing the tip again. He was so close already and he had barely touched himself.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he whispered letting out a breathy laugh, thrusting into his fist. “Fuuuck I’m so lucky.”

Would you let him cum on your face? Would you close your eyes or keep them open and meet his gaze?

“Y/N–Oh!” His eyes screwed shut and he tossed his head back. His mouth opened in a silent scream and his toes curled when his orgasm hit and cum covered his fist and lower belly…and it kept coming out. “Ooooh, what the f-fuck, whatthefuck, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…” he babbled out incoherently, tossing at the neverending pleasure.

When he finally stopped coming, he opened his eyes slowly and looked at the ceiling in astonishment.

What the fuck was that? Was every orgasm going to feel like this from now on? What would happen when he finally got to do it with you?

He couldn’t wait to figure it out.

You, on the other hand, thought you wouldn’t see Yangyang again, assuming he had dropped the class. So you were more than surprised when he showed up next week, standing in front of you and clearing his throat to catch your attention.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sighed.

“We’re together,” he mumbled, showing you a piece of paper with your name on it.

Great. Not only was there a lunatic in your class, but you were stuck with him as a partner for a project.

“Why didn’t you drop the class?” you asked honestly. “You said you didn’t like plants.”

“I don’t hate plants,” he shrugged, sitting next to you. “They just die on me.”

You glared at him in disbelief. “You do know your grade depends on your ability to keep plants alive, don’t you?”

“Are you good with plants?” he asked back.

“Yes,” you hissed. “Unlike you, I want to be in this class.”

“Then you can teach me,” he shrugged.

“Or better yet,” you offered. “I’ll do everything and write your name on the report. Just don’t get on my way.”

“Mr. Lawson!” Yangyang called for the professor, raising his hand. “Y/N doesn’t want to follow the rules–”

“He’s kidding!” you yelled quickly, grabbing Yangyang’s arm and hitting his back.

He groaned and then laughed like he enjoyed this type of attention coming from you.

“Yangyang, I won’t risk my grade for you.”

He smirked lazily. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

He shrugged.”Yeah, we just have to learn to work together.”

“I don’t know if you can’t tell, but I already dislike you,” you said.

He shrugged again. “I kinda like you though.”

You blushed immediately, not expecting such words to come out of his mouth.

“J-just promise me you’ll carry your weight and maybe we can try to be friends or something.”

“Friends,” he savored the word. “Sounds good.”

You opened your book, ready to end the conversation there and concentrate on the class when you remembered something.

“Why did you run off like that? That time when we shook hands?” you asked, turning to look at him and freezing in place when his eyes met yours. They looked hungry, and predatory, unlike before. How did he keep changing his aura like that?

“Something urgent came up,” he said, still holding you captive with his gaze.

“What was a bad idea?” you asked.

“Hmm?”

“You said ‘bad idea’ before you ran away.”

His eyes hardened and then he looked at your lips, but he didn’t reply.

The warm sensation came back, but this time traveled down your chest to your stomach and then went even lower.

You crossed your legs quickly and saw him smirk. Could he know what you were feeling?

“What was a bad idea?” you repeated, a little unsure you wanted to know the answer this time, but right then the professor started talking and you quickly looked to the front, focusing on the class.

“Shaking your hand,” Yangyang’s voice whispered, right next to your ear, giving you goosebumps and making you sit up straight, tense.

“Why was shaking my hand a bad idea?” you asked nervously, still not daring to look at him.

“Mine was sweaty,” he said unexpectedly, trying not to laugh when you turned to look at him with an annoyed expression. God he was going to have so much fun with you. “It’s really embarrassing.”

“Your hand wasn’t sweaty,” you countered.

“You didn’t feel it because I took it back fast enough. I’m a very considerate guy as you can see.”

“I think you’re just annoying,” you said, deciding he was not worth your attention and concentrating on the class again.

“Deal with it. I’m your new friend,” he said casually, opening his book.

“I never said–”

“No takebacks.”

“But I–” “Shh, bestie. I’m trying to pay attention to the class,” he nagged you. “I’m not risking my grade for you, Y/N.”

You scoffed, irritated. You assumed he would be a handful, but as time went by you discovered that he wasn’t as terrible as you thought. He was surprisingly diligent; taking detailed notes, asking relevant questions (some of which you wished you had thought of yourself), and even correcting you when you made a mistake (much to your disdain).

You had no idea how he managed to pay attention when he was looking at you the entire time. At first, you thought you were imagining things, but he made it very obvious, sometimes not even bothering to look away when you caught him staring. He often stared at your neck and chest, biting his lip so hard you thought he would draw blood, other times he would stare at your crossed legs as if he knew that you were fighting your arousal due to his intense gaze, but most of the time he stared at your face, clenching his fist like he was fighting the urge to caress your cheeks.

You got the most piercing glares when you wore something a bit more revealing.

It was a regular summer day when you decided to wear the prettiest floral dress you owned. The fabric was light and fresh, not too tight but it hugged your curves nicely. Most importantly, you felt both pretty and comfortable.

“You’re here?” Yangyang asked casually without looking up from his phone as you placed your bag next to your seat.

You had sat next to each other for at least a couple of months now, and you were working on the final project together which meant you also met often outside of the class. Sometimes you went for food or ice cream after hours of writing a report and you genuinely had a good time whenever you hung out. You could confidently say that you were somewhat friends by now.

You hummed and sat down. “How was your weekend?”

“Eh, nothing interesting,” he shrugged, scrolling down. “Have you seen this video–” he finally looked up to show you something on his phone but he stopped mid-sentence when he saw you.

“What video?” you asked.

“What are you wearing?” he asked back.

“A dress?”

“Why?”

You roll your eyes. “I never question your fashion choices, do I? Plus, I think it’s pretty,” you said, grabbing the hem to pull it down and cover your legs a bit more since the dress had rolled up when you sat down. “What’s wrong with it?”

No sound came out of his lips but he mouthed a very clear ‘fuck’, as he tried to decide if he should focus on your legs or your clavicle.

You blushed and muttered a ‘whatever’, deciding to ignore him for the rest of the class for your own sanity. The last thing you needed was him checking you out and feeding your fantasies that you had unwillingly conjured along with developing a huge inconvenient crush on him.

You had tried to deny your feelings for weeks, but after the first month, you couldn’t help thinking of him when you pleasured yourself, wondering what he would feel like inside of you. Finding out he was a werewolf only made you even hornier, having heard about how intense sex with one could be.

You also wondered what he would sound like, if he would go slow like the tease he is or fast and rough to hear you scream.

Maybe the latter because he seemed to like eliciting sounds from you. You could tell by how often he annoyed you, scared you, and even tickled you until he got some type of vocal reaction from you.

He would often call you cute when any of those scenarios happened and then his hands would linger a little too long before you slapped his arm and he laughed.

Your crush had intensified by the time you had your midterms and you got an A+ for the report you wrote together. He gave you a high five before impulsively pulling you in for a hug.

And god, he was so warm, and his chest was firmer than you thought and his hands felt just perfect on your waist.

“You did amazing,” he purred right next to your ear, causing you to let out an unexpected whimper.

You both tensed at the sound. You had never been more embarrassed but then you felt his grip tighten and his heartbeat accelerating on his chest pressed against yours.

“Oh, fuck me…” he groaned, nosing your neck.

Your eyes rolled back and you wanted to tell him that you would gladly do so until you heard someone clearing their throat.

Professor Lawson was not enjoying the show.

You quickly pulled away from each other and never spoke about it again. But Yangyang was always staring, sitting too close, grazing…

Right now, his shorts allowed for his bare legs to gently rub yours and it was making you imagine things that weren’t appropriate for the place and time. The fact that his breathing sounded slightly agitated didn’t help and neither did having him manspreading to feel your touch better so shamelessly.

You gulped before deciding to be bold for once and spread your legs slightly too, pressing your thigh closer to his.

He inhaled sharply.

He decided to be bold too by slowly dragging one of his hands under the table and gently patting your outer thigh with his fingertips.

You gasped and he retrieved his hand immediately, but you grabbed his wrist, feeling his quickened pulse where your fingers were.

This was a bad idea and you knew it. You were in public, in the middle of class, yet you found yourself shakily placing his hand where it was again not daring to look at him but hoping he would get the hint.

He kept his eyes on the whiteboard, but his fingers drew small patterns on your skin, making you wetter than before.

You gathered some more courage to place your hand on his thigh, wanting to do the same for him, but as soon as you made contact with the hot skin exposed by his shorts he moaned loud enough for the people on the desks around you to look at you.

You quickly took your hand away and he did the same. You still didn’t make eye contact and you knew this would be another one of the so many not-so-friendly moments you shared that would never be spoken about again.

Once the class was over, and even though you were mortified, you cleared your throat to speak.

“Uh, we need to talk about–”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to!” he quickly said with wide eyes, fearing a rejection before he even had the chance to confess.

“No, we absolutely have to–”

“How about you take your time to think about it–”

“Yangyang,” you deadpanned. “It’s about the project.”

“Oh,” he let out a relieved sigh. “What about it?”

“Remember I told you I’m going to visit my family for two weeks?”

“Yeah, so?”

“I can’t take our plant with me.”

“Oh…OH?” Yangyang’s eyes widened when he realized what that meant. While he was quite good at the theoretical part, he was still terrified of killing the plant so you were the one to take care of it all the time. If you were away then that meant he had no choice but to take the plant with him.

“You’ll be okay, right?”

“Probably.”

“Probably?”

“I’m terrified,” he admitted.

“It’s only for two weeks,” you reminded him. “You are more than capable of taking care of our baby during that time.”

He blushed hard when you called the plant ‘our baby’ and smiled like an idiot thinking of this being the first of many things you would share. And then he nodded, telling himself that it would be fine as he walked with you to your dorm to receive the project you both had worked on so hard for months.

The Scarlet Sugar Plum was a beautiful plant and, if properly nourished, its leaves could be used as an ingredient to make a Love Potion, which Yangyang was sure was a sign that you were meant to be.

He placed the pot near the window in his room, smiling dreamily.

Our baby…

But a week later he was glaring at said plant with a sour expression. He didn’t get it. He gave it plenty of sunlight and water so why did it look so weak and dry? The before colorful leaves were turning brown and some of them had fallen, and he feared it soon would be nothing but a bent stem.

You were going to kill him.

Worse: you were going to be disappointed in him.

You were going to hate him and never want to talk to him again and he wouldn’t get to properly confess and he would die alone without his mate and–

Fuck…There had to be something he could do…

Maybe he could buy a new plant?

No, you would notice immediately that it wasn’t the same one.

Then…he had heard some classmates talk about this potion that would make a plant grow bigger and stronger. The problem was that it wasn’t legal because the side effects could vary and end up making a plant poisonous.

Was he willing to break the law so you wouldn’t hate him?

…Yes.

You suspected nothing when you texted him asking for a picture of the plant and saw that it looked healthy and strong, even with an extra flower.

“Told you you could do it!” you exclaimed happily when he called you later to catch up.

“Just hurry up and come get your baby,” he complained.

“Our baby,” you corrected him. “She’s your project too.”

“I was talking about me,” he replied and you could hear the teasing in his voice. “I’m your baby.”

“You behave like one,” you laughed.

“No but seriously, hurry up. She misses you.”

“She misses me or you miss me?” you teased.

“I miss you,” he said with no hesitation.

You blushed, not knowing what to answer for a second and then you paid attention to his breathing. It sounded agitated.

“Are you okay?” you asked. “You sound a little out of breath.”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “It’s just really fucking hot today.”

“Turn the AC on. Don’t be stingy!” you joked as a way to distract yourself from how hot his little groans sounded.

“It’s on!” he complained. “Maybe the problem is me. Am I in rut? Why am I in rut?! it’s not time yet…” he rambled on.

You bit your lip. Yeah, there were times when he had no filter around you, but this was the first time he spoke so openly about his rut.

“Oh, when is it supposed t-to happen, then?” you asked casually, hoping he wouldn’t notice your stutter.

“At least in one more month,” he breathed out. “Fuck, being a werewolf sucks sometimes…”

“It’s kinda cool,” you admitted.

“What’s cool about it?”

“Well, you have a better sense of smell, don’t you?”

“That’s both a blessing and a curse,” he chuckled weakly.

“Why’s that? Because of odors?”

“Because some people smell too fucking good,” he sighed. “Make it hard to control myself.” “O-oh,” you gulped. “Like who?”

“I think you know who, bestie,” he purred, making you shiver.

What was going on?

Was he this direct because of his rut?

You breathed shakily. “W-well, you are also faster and stronger than us humans. That’s pretty cool.”

“Hmm, yeah it can be cool,” he admitted. “I could catch you easily if you tried to run away…”

You gasped and he hummed. You heard some movement too.

“W-why would I run away?” you laughed nervously, feeling your panties sticking to your pussy.

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t…” you breathed out.

He moaned loudly and you heard the sound of a zipper.

“Yangyang,” you rubbed your thighs together needily. “I think I should hang up.”

“No, fuck!” he groaned. “S-stay a little longer, hm? Talk to me.”

“A-about what?”

“Anything,” he breathed out and for a second you could hear a wet sound that made it very obvious he was touching himself. “W-what else is c-cool about werewolves?”

“You have a g-great sense of t-taste,” you said, very consciously sliding your hand into your shorts to feel your wetness over your panties.

Oh god. Were you really doing this?

“Yeah, f-fuck,” he moaned and the fapping sound became faster. “Taste so fucking good,” he sighed dreamily.

“What tastes good?” you asked, grazing over your clit.

“You–shit!”

“You d-don’t know that…”

“I’m sure,” he replied between moans. “Someone w-who smells so delicious has t-to taste good…”

“Fuck…” you breathed out, rubbing your clit slowly.

“Wanna know what else is cool?” he panted. “Our body temperature is higher…haaa… so m-my tongue is hot as fuck–Mmm…Wanna feel it, bestie?”

Your eyes rolled back and you moaned shamelessly.

“Oooh, yes t-that’s it, imagine it, baby,” he urged you, making you clench at the nickname. “Feel so fucking good, yeah?”

“So g-good,” you panted, rubbing faster and hearing him moaning your name.

“Have you ever seen a knot?” he asked between groans. He couldn’t see you shaking your head but he continued, assuming your answer was no. “N-nothing could make you feel as f-full, ah…filling you up j-just right–fuck…Would ruin you for any other man…”

“Please…” you begged, almost tasting your climax.

“Fuck you so good,” he spoke with slurred words. “Bet y-you’d take it all, yeah?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you muttered, arching your back.

“Ah, haa…Y/N you’re d-doing amazing– oh god…”

“Yangyang!”

“FUCK! Yes, s-say my name j-just like that,” he whines, very obviously fucking his fist and panting desperately as he heard you murmur his name again and again like a mantra. “Oooh fuck, take my knot–”

You didn’t even try to hide the embarrassing moan that came out of your mouth when you had the most powerful orgasm of your life.

While talking to a friend on the phone.

And moaning his name.

You were coming down from your high when you heard him laugh breathlessly.

“So fucking good…” he murmured.

Oh god, you had had phone sex with Yangyang.

“Uh, so, I hope your rut goes well,” you said awkwardly.

“It would if you were here,” he said, still daydreaming.

“Haha,” you laughed nervously. “You’ll find someone to bang next time!”

“Huh?”

“I heard Cassie has the hots for you!”

“B-but…just now…we–”

“Hey, happy to help, bestie!” you interrupted him. “But next time you’ll do that with someone you like.”

He groaned. “Y/N, what–”

“Gotta go! Take care of our project!” you faked a cheerful tone and hung up, turning your phone off and throwing it away nervously to then proceed to scream into your pillow.

Now he knew for sure.

He knew you had a crush on him.

Fuck, you were so embarrassed. He was horny because of his rut, but you had no excuse to moan his name like that. You probably sounded pathetic begging for him.

Maybe he wouldn’t care? Yeah, maybe he was thankful that you helped him out and you would continue being friends. All you had to do was not address it, just like all the other moments of tension you kept sharing and then pretending that never happened.

It would be fine.

Everything was fine.

You kept repeating that to yourself to calm your nerves when you stood in front of Yangyang’s house a few days later.

It was an old-fashioned house but it was huge, which made sense considering he told you he lived with his pack.

“I’ll get it!” you heard Yangyang’s voice scream from the other side of the door after you rang the bell. “Why are y’all just standing here? Go away!”

There was a moment of silence. And then you thought you heard him say ‘Fine, but act normal.’

The door swung open and Yangyang welcomed you with his characteristic smile.

“Hey!” he greeted, giving you a friendly hug.

You sighed, relieved. Nothing had changed. He wasn’t awkward around you.

“Hey, you!” you smiled until you noticed at least a dozen eyes on you. A group of men, who you assumed were his packmates, were looking at you with big smiles on their faces.

“Oh, hello!” you said nervously.

They replied cheerfully. Too cheerfully. And Yangyang quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you up the stairs with him.

“Ignore them,” he told you once you entered his room and he closed the door. “They don’t know how to act around girls.”

You snorted. “Oh, so I’m a girl to you now?”

He frowned. “You’ve always been?”

“We’re friends,” you reminded him, deciding to do damage control just in case. “We’re basically bros. You don’t see me as a girl and I don’t see you as a boy.”

He gave you an unreadable look but before he could answer you reached for the plant.

“Oh my god! She grew so much!”

“Yeah…” Yangyang agreed.

“You did a great job! You didn’t need to be afraid, see?”

He bit his lip nervously.

“Normally they don’t grow more than one flower a month, you know?” you babbled out.

“U-huh…”

“And the leaves normally wouldn’t be this shade of green until winter!”

“Uh…yep…”

“And the scent is normally not this sugary…” your voice became a murmur.

You turned to look at him and he looked away.

“Did you do anything special?” you asked.

He shrugged. “I followed the instructions.”

You looked at the plant, taking a deep inhale at its scent, and then looked back at him. “Yangyang.”

“It’s healthy, isn’t it?” he asked defensively.

“But it isn’t normal.”

“Guess I discovered my natural talent.”

“Yangyang,” you warned him. The air was starting to feel hot and it was irritating you.

“Maybe I’m not as hopeless as you think.”

“I never said you were hopeless.”

“But you imply it!” he brushed his hair with his fingers, frustrated. He was flushed and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead.

“I didn’t–,” you groaned. “I just want to make sure!” you said, feeling slightly suffocated by the sweet scent of the plant.

“I…fuck! I’m sorry, okay? I fucked up!” he admitted, sitting on the bed.

“What did you do?” you asked, fanning yourself with your palm.

“I cheated,” he said defeatedly.

“How?”

“I used Gloom Dust Potion.”

“What?! Where did you get that?”

“The black market, of course,” he grumbled.

“How could you be so careless!” you yelled.

“But I wasn’t! That’s what makes this so frustrating,” he yelled back. “I measured the water, I made sure the room had the right temperature I even set alarms to check on her in the middle of the fucking night! I did everything and it still whithered and I don’t know why I’m such a useless man but I really tried my best because I wanted to give you an A+ and I wanted you to be proud of me and now you hate me–”

“Woah, hold on! I don’t hate you!” you said quickly.

He covered his face with his palms and you kneeled in front of him. “Hey, Yangyang, look at me,” you told him.

He didn’t reply.

“Please?” you asked softly.

Hesitantly he uncovered his face and gave you a shameful and sad look. He really had tried his best and he felt terrible about it not working out.

“I don’t hate you,” you repeated.

“Are you sure?” he asked with a small voice.

“Very sure,” you said, cupping his face with your palm.

He let out a soft moan, leaning into your touch.

That’s when you noticed that he was burning up.

“Yangyang, are you okay?” you asked.

“Sorry about the project,” he mumbled, nosing your palm.

“Forget about it. I think you have a fever,” you said, about to retreat your hand and go call for help but he grabbed your wrist and brought you closer again.

“I’m so sorry,” he slurred.

“It’s fine,” you said.

“You’re not mad?”

“I’m not, okay?”

“You’re so good to me…” he whispered.

You frowned. “Yangyang, I’ll go get one of your pack brothers.”

“Did you use this hand?” his question caught you off-guard.

“What?”

“When you touched yourself,” he clarified, scenting your wrist. “That night on the phone.”

You blushed furiously.

“W-what?” you repeated dumbly.

He brought your fingers to his mouth and licked them. It was true that his tongue was hotter than that of a human.

“Yeah, I bet it was this one–fuck…” he moaned.

Your knees wobbled.

“Yangyang,” you gasped. “Let go. You have a fever.”

“But your skin is hot too,” he mumbled before sucking your index and middle finger into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, feeling your head spinning. He was right. You felt incredibly hot and not only that. Your pussy was throbbing and your nipples had hardened under your shirt way before Yangyang had started acting weird.

You were too irritated to notice before but both you and Yangyang got turned on incredibly fast as soon as you entered the room.

“W-wait oh, no,” you spoke again, pulling away from him and hearing him whine. “I know what’s happening,” you said, making your way to the plant.

Yangyang followed your every move with his eyes like he was hypnotized.

You got closer to one of the flowers and inhaled deeply, only to feel more sticky wetness accumulate between your legs.

You groaned.

“Yangyang, we need to get out of this room,” you said, going back to him and trying to make him stand up.

“Why?” he asked, not budging.

“The potion intensifies the properties of plants. Ours is used to emulate the feeling of a crush…the feeling of liking someone, right?”

“Right,” he said, trying to process your words.

“Because of the potion, instead of just a crush, you get something bigger. Lust. Desire,” you deduced.

His eyes widened. “I turned our plant into a fucking aphrodisiac!? So that’s why I’ve been so horny this past week?”

“It’s not your fault,” you say quickly, pulling his arm. “You didn’t know this would happen.”

“Wait,” he said, standing up and towering over you. “Does it mean you’re turned on too?”

You blushed even harder if it was possible. “Yeah, well, that’s what aphrodisiacs do…”

He closed his eyes and inhaled. “Fuck…you’re right. I can smell it…”

You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Yeah, well…Anyways, let’s get out of here.”

“No way, they will see my hard-on and I’m never going to live it down!” he groaned.

You fought your eyes from looking down. “That’s not important right now!”

“And they’ll smell you,” he added, making you halt. “My entire pack will know you came out of my room aroused.”

You muttered a hushed curse and sat down on his bed.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated timidly, sitting beside you.

“Stop apologizing,” you sighed. “We can still pass the class with what we have done so far.”

He didn’t say anything, staring at his lap.

“Hey,” you said, reaching for his hand. “I promise. I’m not mad. We’re still friends, okay?”

He gave you a weak smile and his thumb caressed your hand.

“Now we only need to think of a way to get out of here without being seen,” you said, looking at the window.

“You’re not jumping out the window,” he deadpanned. “This is the third floor.”

You sighed, flopping on the bed with him following, lying down next to you.

“The other option is going out when we’re not turned on anymore,” you said.

His hand squeezed yours involuntarily.

“Oh,” he said. “Maybe it will wear off after…ya know…”

It took you a few seconds to understand what he was proposing.

“You’re suggesting we get off while the other is in the room?” you turned to look at him.

“I w-won’t look,” he promised.

You licked your lips.

“I won’t look either…”

His eyes widened and his ears turned red.

“R-really? Are we gonna….oh my god…” he squirmed a little as he felt his member twitch.

“I mean…it wouldn’t be t-that different from that time…on the phone…” you whispered.

He groaned.

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t have a better idea,” you breathed out.

You stared into each other's eyes for a few seconds.

“Okay,” he whispered, letting go of your hand. “I’ll turn around,” he informed you, turning to his side with his back towards you.

You took a deep breath in and did the same.

You could feel each other's heartbeats when you were back to back.

“Ready?” you asked, barely above a whisper.

“Yeah…”

You moved first, slowly sliding your hand into your pants. Your breath caught in your throat when you touched your pulsating clit and then you let out a shaky breath when your index teased it.

You heard him sigh and felt him move slightly. He tried to be quiet when his hand touched his dick, but when he heard the wet sounds of your hand caressing your folds he moaned.

You thrust a finger inside and a whimper escaped you. Yangyang groaned and you heard him whisper what sounded like ‘yes…’

He wasn’t being shy and you were able to hear and feel exactly what he was doing even without looking.

Another finger entered you and you got lost in your fantasy, imagining it was him doing this to you as you heard his groans.

“Faster,” you accidentally said out loud and were about to apologize, mortified, but you felt him moving his hand faster as he moaned your name.

And you ended up matching his rhythm.

You weren’t sure if it made a difference if you were looking or not. You were touching yourselves in the same room, back to back, at the same speed and very obviously thinking about each other.

“Are you close?” his question was directed to you, not caring about pretending anymore. “Y/N,” he called your name clearly when you didn’t reply. “Please tell me you’re close…”

“Y-yeah…” you replied shyly and he inhaled sharply.

“Touch your clit,” he instructed after a broken moan. “I’m touching my tip too.”

You whined, using your other hand to draw circles on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. You came with a sob and your body tensed while he murmured profanities and grunted behind you.

“Fuck…” you murmured when you were able to see straight again, still feeling your pussy clenching.

“Fuck…” he agreed, trembling slightly.

“I think it didn’t work…” you admitted.

“Yeah,” he agreed again, and you could feel that he was still palming himself. “I’m still hard as fuck…”

“What do we do?” you whined, tiredly.

“Let’s keep going,” he proposed with no hesitation, still moving his hand behind you. “One more should do…”

“Or…” you trailed off.

“Or?”

“We could…touch each other?” you spoke barely above a whisper but he heard you loud and clear because he turned around and sat up quickly.

“What?!” he asked.

You groaned, embarrassed. “Forget it, it was dumb…”

“No, no, it’s not dumb,” he cooed, patting your back.

You shook your head.

“Y/N, please,” he sighed. “I heard you the first time, but I want to be sure I got it right. You want to touch me?”

You still refused to reply or look at him.

“Because…I would like to touch you…” he confessed quietly. “I would like that a lot…”

Slowly you sat up and made eye contact with him. Your cheeks were burning just like the rest of your body, due to arousal and embarrassment.

“Really?” you asked equally quietly.

“Really,” he said. “So what’s the plan?”

You took a deep breath in before speaking again.

“We can help each other,” you bargained, trying not to lose focus as you watched a drop of sweat travel down his neck. “We’re friends, after all. It doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Yangyang gulped.

“Yeah, we’re just friends,” he spoke shakily. “Just two friends affected by a dumb plant.”

“Exactly,” you nodded, breathing heavily. “It’s normal to be horny. It’s the plant. It’s not because we like each other.”

“Totally. It’s not like I imprinted on you when we first met or something,” he mumbled, fixated on the way your lips moved.

“…What?”

“What?”

“Did you just say you imprinted on me?” you frowned.

He averted his gaze, clearing his throat. “I said it’s not like I did,” he replied. “Meaning I didn’t.”

“Okay,” you conceded, sitting closer, “then it should be fine, right?”

“I think it would be more than fine,” he assured you, though he sounded strained, not fine at all. He closed his eyes when he felt your fingertips on his jaw.

“What do you wanna do?”

“Is there anything you’re not comfortable with?” you asked.

“Anything you wanna do’s okay,” he said, locking eyes with you.

You lowered your hand so it was now on his neck. “Anything?” you purred, applying only a little bit of pressure and watching in awe how he rolled his eyes and groaned.

“A-anything…” he repeated.

“But what do you want to do?” you asked, allowing your hand to go lower, using your nails to tease him over the material of his shirt sticking to his chest.

“Y/N…”

“Is there nothing you wanna do to me?” you teased, lifting his shirt a little and placing your palm on his lower belly. You were also looking for reassurance. You would feel like a loser if you were thirsting over your friend when he hadn’t fantasized about you once.

“I–I don’t know,” he lied. If only you knew all the things he wanted to do to you.

“Hm…I guess you don’t want this enough,” you sighed, starting to withdraw your hand but he quickly grabbed it and placed it right on his crotch. “Y-yangyang?!”

Instead of replying, he forced your hand on him harder with a strangled moan and you felt something hard twitching right against your palm before even more wetness spread on the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Oh, my god, Yangyang…” you whispered in disbelief, gently pulling your hand away to inspect the sticky substance on it. “Just like that?”

He didn’t even try to deny it. “I…uh…I’ve been exposed to the plant for too long, I guess…Sorry…”

“Are you feeling better–Oh!” you gasped when he suddenly pulled you on top of him.

“Are you kidding me?” he groaned, hiding his face in the crook of your neck while hugging your waist. “I just came in my pants, feeling the warmth of your hand while looking at you– I’ve never been hornier!”

How he admitted to it so openly made you blush. “Should we do more, then?”

You felt him nod. And before you could ask what was next, the muscle of his thigh flexed under you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. He tensed at the sound, holding his breath and waiting patiently for your next move. Only when you moved your hips and he heard you moan weakly did he dare to exhale.

��Y/N, are you–? Oh god, oh god…” he breathed out against the sensitive skin of your neck, in utter disbelief because there was no way the woman of his dreams was riding his thigh.

“Is this okay?” you asked nervously, slowing your hips down just in case you were doing something he wasn’t comfortable with, but he whined, holding your hips and guiding them to move again.

“It’s so okay,” he quickly assured you. “Use my thigh all you want…”

“J-just once, okay?” you told him, but you were actually trying to convince yourself.

He didn’t reply, too busy bouncing you on his leg and getting lost in your little sounds.

“Hmm?” he asked absentmindedly, placing a wet kiss on your collarbone.

“I s-said this is– Yangyang!” you grabbed onto his shoulders for support and arched your back, feeling like you were about to explode.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, nibbling on your earlobe.

“I’m cumming–” you barely managed to whisper.

“Do it,” he urged you, helping you move faster, “do it, do it, c’mon, it’s gonna feel really good, baby, c’mon–,” he stopped mid-sentence and his eyes widened when he finally witnessed the beauty of having you cum right in front of his eyes. He had imagined it plenty of times, but he could never picture it right; he had no idea your voice could get this high-pitched, that your pupils would dilate this much, that you would feel this hot and wet on top of him…God, all his fantasies were wrong, so wrong, they could never do you justice. He had to memorize every single detail and never get off to anything else.

You were still coming down from your high when you felt a pair of warm lips on yours, soft and gentle. Yangyang was kissing you. Your platonic friend who stole your fries and called you a bro.

With a sudden yelp, you pushed yourself off him, standing up.

“What?!” he asked.“What’s wrong?”

“You kissed me!”

“...Yeah, and?”

“You can’t do that!” you exclaimed.

“You said we should help each other out!” he reminded you.

“Yes, but as friends,” you explained like it was obvious. “Kissing is too…intimate for friends.”

Yangyang stared at you with wide incredulous eyes. “Kissing is too intimate but humping my leg isn’t?”

“Yangyang, you don’t just kiss anyone!”

“You don’t fuck yourself on just anyone’s thigh either!”

“Right, but–,” you sighed and decided to come out clean. “I worry that if I kiss you I could end up feeling a bit confused.”

He looked up at you and listened attentively. “Confused how?”

“Like,” you tried to organize your thoughts while your body was burning up and a hot guy with a raging boner in front of you. “What if I like it?”

He stared at you, waiting for an explanation of how that would be a problem, scoffing when you didn’t elaborate. “God forbid you have a good time in a consensual sexual experience,” he mocked.

“I mean, what if I like it too much?” you clarified.

“What does that even mean?” he groaned, accommodating his hard-on and trying to understand the words coming from your mouth.

You were starting to get frustrated too. How could you explain properly that you were scared of falling even more for him while you were clenching at the view?

“Just no kissing, okay?”

He frowned and looked at your lips, mulling it over. He didn’t understand, nor did he like it, but he agreed regardless. “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he finally said. “Anything else is off limits?”

“Do you have a condom?”

He shook his head.

“Then we should probably avoid penetration,” you said. “I’m not on the pill or anything like that so…”

“Right,” he gulped. “Let’s be careful. Anything else?”

You tried hard to think of more things, but your brain was foggy and everything was too hot, too suffocating.

Yangyang was feeling it too and he didn’t have the patience to wait for your entire list of forbidden things. “Y/N, my dick hurts,” he spoke with difficulty, pressing his palm on his crotch to relieve the discomfort. “Just tell me!”

You gulped and pressed your thighs together. “I uh…can’t come up with anything right n-now…thinking is h-hard…”

“Y/N, please,” he whimpered between elaborate breaths.

“How about you name something and I tell you if it’s okay or not?” you proposed. It should be easier this way.

“Can I fuck your tits?” he asked immediately.

You gasped and felt yourself get wetter at the suggestion. Yes, you told him to say what he wanted, and you knew he was blunt, but he had never been this blunt.

“What? Too intimate for you?” he asked half-seriously, half-mockingly.

“N-no, it’s…it’s fine,” you replied. “But how do we do it?” you asked nervously.

“Lie down,” he instructed with no hesitation, like he had thought about this too many times.

You complied and got back on the bed, nervously lying down and waiting to see what he would do next.

He slowly climbed on top of you and you felt your heart beat so hard and fast you worried it would break through your ribcage and escape your body. Yangyang was on top of you. Sweating, desperate for you, and his eyes looked at you with something you could have easily confused with love in a different situation.

With shaky hands he grabbed the hem of your shirt and started pushing it up, pausing when his fingertips touched the lace of your bra. He held his breath and his eyes met yours silently asking ‘Is this okay?’ and continuing when you bit your lip and nodded.

He barely grazed over your covered breasts when he finished wrinkling the fabric of your shirt near your neck and his dick twitched excitedly and the view of your hardened nipples under the thin material of your bralette.

“Y/N…” he whispered just to savor your name, humping your stomach in an almost unperceivable way. “Can I?”

“Just do it,” you whined, maybe wanting this more than him.

He nervously placed his hands on top of your breasts and let out a needy moan when he finally felt your softness and warmth in his palms. “M-maybe I’ll cum like this,” he commented. And he was totally serious because he was leaking again.

“No!” you said too quickly. “You said you’d fuck them,” you whined, arching your back and pushing your tits further into his touch, making him squeeze harder.

“Yeah? Want that?” he asked breathily, delighted at how quickly you nodded. “Shit, okay, okay…” he said, letting go of your chest and standing up to step out of his pants and boxers.

You used the opportunity to quickly take off your shirt and bra, too eager to be used and very pleased to see him freeze when he looked back at you and saw you half undressed. His jaw hung open and he just couldn’t look away. After all this time stealing glances at your clavicle and fighting his boner every time you hugged and he felt your boobs against his chest, you were willingly showing them to him. And he was about to fuck them.

“F-fuck…” he breathed out, straddling your chest. “Can I really?”

“Yangyang,” you whined, hitting his arm. “How many times do I have to say it?”

“One more?” he asked hopefully.

You rolled your eyes, but you were getting impatient enough to humor him. “Will you fuck my tits or not, Yangyang?”

He groaned, grabbing his base firmly to stop what wanted to come out. He took a deep breath in and positioned his member between your breasts, letting out a shaky breath when it slid on your skin, trapped between your boobs as you pushed them together.

“Shit, Yangyang…” you gulped when the tip of his cock got a little too close to your chin. “You’re kinda…”

“What?” he half-moans, sliding back and forward slowly.

“Big,” you whisper in disbelief.

He snorts, continuing the slow rhythm of his hips. “Perks of being a werewolf,” he shrugged. “This is average…”

“No way,” you laugh too, gasping when he pinched one of your nipples playfully.

“I swear,” he said half-laughing, half moaning as he accelerated his movements slightly. Everything felt so relaxed and fun with Yangyang.

So natural.

“Mm…Bet you would fill me up so good…” you commented absentmindedly, actively daydreaming at this point.

He halted, looking at you with wide eyes. “What did you just say?!”

“That you…would fill me up good?” you repeated, blinking up at him.

Oh, so he heard you well.

“Y/N, are you trying to kill me?” he asked.

“It was just a thought,” you mumbled.

“...Are you thinking about it right now?”

“Can you blame me?” you asked back. Of course you were. How could you think about anything else in this situation?

He groaned, thrusting hard. “Yeah? Do you imagine me inside of you moving like this?”

A soft moan escaped your mouth and you nodded, feeling droplets of hot precum land on your chest.

“Fuuck…it’s a shame we can’t,” he honestly lamented, rutting faster. “I really wanna…”

“Yangyang,” you called his name, your hands leaving the sides of your boobs to reach for his hands. “Yangyang, wait.”

He whined, looking at you in panic. What if you changed your mind and wanted nothing to do with him? He would cry. He would cry all night.

You pushed him lightly, making him stand up next to the bed as you sat up, and oh my god he really was about to cry because it looked like this was the end, until…

“Hold them,” you instructed, placing his hands where yours were before, on each side of your breasts. “Push them together, okay?”

He nodded. Anything you said as long as you didn’t actually make him stop. He shuddered when one of your hands caressed his hip bone, and then he noticed where your other hand was going…all the way down your stomach.

“Oh god,” he gasped, finally understanding the new position with him standing in front of you and you sitting on his bed, touching yourself. He bent his knees slightly to slide his cock back where he wanted and his eyes rolled back when he pressed your breasts together so tight that his tip released a tiny stream of white liquid. “ I love your tits so much,” he blurted out, resuming his chase for pleasure.

“Is that why you’re always staring at them?” you teased, tapping your clit.

“Y-you knew?” he asked nervously. Fear flooded his eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop. Instead, he thrust up faster, moaning uncontrollably.

“You d-don’t even try to hide it,” you reply, moving your fingers faster.

“I didn’t mean to stare,” he whined. “They’re just pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Y-yeah, so pretty–Oh!” he moaned loudly when he felt something hot and wet touching his tip. You had opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out, meeting his dick when he thrust up. “Y/N, fuck, fuck, are you for real?!”

You licked around the tip messily and that was all the answer he needed, he threw his head back and rutted against your soft skin once, twice–

“Oooh…Nngh….shit…” he moaned, letting go of your breasts and trying to focus his gaze as he looked down and saw you wrapping your lips around his tip, sucking softly. “You’re so fucking hot…”

When the taste of his cum invaded your tastebuds you felt another orgasm hit you and you moaned around him, while your thighs shook.

“I love you.”

You let go of his dick and looked up at him. His eyes met yours as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What did you say?” you croaked.

He seemed to snap out of it, blinking and pulling his hand back, taking a step back as well. “Nothing,” he said quickly.

You tilted your head. You heard him say he loved you. It was his voice…

“Are you sure?”

“Yep,” he said, looking away awkwardly.

… Maybe the plant had hallucinatory effects too?

The tingling sensation in your center told you it wasn’t enough, and that immediately made you go back to solving the issue of why you both were half undressed in the first place. “Yangyang, I think I need more…”

“Oh, thank god. I’m still hard,” he sighed, kneeling in front of you and leaning in for a kiss before he quickly stopped himself, remembering the limits you had set. “Sorry, I forgot.”

You licked your lips and looked at his face. He wasn’t as red as before, and you also weren’t feeling as feverish as before. “I think it’s wearing down though. Maybe we just need one more.”

He nodded. “We can just rub one off quickly.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, lowkey hoping he meant you would do it to each other and not to yourselves.

“Or…” he hesitated.

“Yes?” you asked eagerly.

“We could– uh… I could…” he gulped, losing his confidence as his mind was getting clearer. “I dunno how to explain but, can I try something?”

“Sure,” you breathed out.

“Can you take your pants off?” he asked timidly, surprised when you did it immediately.

“Now what?”

His chest rose and fell heavily. He pushed you back until you were on your back on the bed again and he positioned himself between your legs pressing your bodies together and groaning at the wetness of your panties now sticking to his dick too.

“Oh, yes,” you moaned, arching your back and pushing your hips closer to his. “Best idea you’ve ever had–”

“No, I meant–wait,” he interrupted you and stilled your hips. He lifted the hem of your panties right where your inner thigh met your center, just enough for him to slide his dick under them and rest it directly on your wetness.

You gasped, grabbing his arm quickly. “Yangyang!”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he assured you. “I won’t put it in,” he explained, placing one of his hands on top of where his dick was nested, pressing down but leaving enough space for him to thrust his hips. He did it once, showing you how the little trap he had made with your panties and his hand allowed his cock to slide against your clit deliciously. “Like t-this…okay?”

You nodded quickly. “Y-yes, yes–Oh!”

He sighed in relief, sliding against you more earnestly. “Feel good?”

“So good,” you admitted, opening your legs wider for him. “Wish you were inside though–” you blurted out.

His cock twitched and he groaned, snapping his hips harder. “Yeah? I d-don’t think friends do that haa…ah…”

You shook your head, moving your hips to match his rhythm. “They don’t,” you breathed out.

“I don’t think they do anything we’ve done in the past hour either,” he continued.

Again, you shook your head. “B-but it feels so good…”

“Yeah? You like your friend’s cock rubbing your pussy?”

You were about to reply when Yangyang’s harsh thrusts got a little out of control and you felt something poke your entrance just enough to have you clenching around it. You moaned and he quickly pulled away.

“S-sorry, it slipped,” he said anxiously. “W-we can stop–”

“Again,” you begged, trying to pull him back on top of you.

“Y/N, we can’t–”

“Just a little,” you bargained.

He stared at you, dumbfounded, and then shook his head, as if he was trying to wake himself up. “We’re not w-wearing protection and–”

“Just the tip,” you insisted.

He groaned. “Y/N–”

“Please?”

You stared into each other's eyes, knowing damn well that you were not thinking clearly, but not caring at this point. Silently, he grabbed his dick and placed it right where you wanted it, pushing just enough for you to engulf his tip and have both of you moaning wantonly.

“This is a t-terrible idea,” he mumbled, pulling out and pushing back inside, driving himself (and you) crazy. It wasn’t enough, yet it was so good.

“It’s okay–ah!” you tried to excuse your poor choices. “We’re j-just ooh…helping each other out–AH!”

“Uhuh,” he nodded, building up his rhythm and switching between thrusting the tip in and sliding against your clit.

“Fuuuuck– You’ll be ascended to best f-friend for this, Yangyang–”

“Oh, hell nah. Fuck that.”

Just like that, Yangyang’s lips were on yours again. This time very on purpose.

“Y-yangyang w-wait,” you whined, though you were responding to his kiss too actively, sucking on his bottom lip eagerly. “Told you it’s gonna b-be confusing if we–oh!”

“Drop the act, Y/N,” he said between kisses. “Are you telling me you see me as a friend after all this?”

You whimpered. Was it that obvious?

“We’re not fucking friends,” he panted. “You’re not gonna push me deeper into the friendzone when your pussy is trying to suck me in like this.”

“B-but you said–”

“I lied, okay?” he confessed. “Yeah, I imprinted on you. No, I don’t wanna be just friends. And yeah, I know kissing you will make things even more confusing,” he admitted, rubbing and pressing his cock on your clit harder to have your eyes roll back as he continued kissing you. “I want to confuse the fuck out of you until you think you like me back. I don’t give a fuck if it’s unfair. I like you too much–no. I love you –oooh, fuck, fuck,Y/N!”

Your heart skipped a beat at the confession and a dumb smile formed on your lips and then he moaned and grabbed both your hands, positioning them around the base of his cock and holding them there as something started to grow.

“Oh my god…,” you sat up with difficulty staring in disbelief. “Is that your knot?”

He nodded wordlessly, applying pressure on your hands to signal you to squeeze there, hard. When you did he closed his eyes, his body tensed as he spilled spurts of cum on your center, smearing it all over your folds.

You kept squeezing and massaging the inflated base as he whimpered and thrust his hips up weakly. Finally, cum stopped coming out and he sighed.

You didn’t even have time to worry about your still pending orgasm, too preoccupied with processing his earnest confession, and by the time you reacted, he had already crawled down and taken your panties off.

“Shit,” he mumbled. “I made a mess…” caressing your labia and ironically making the sticky mess worse. “Lemme clean it,” were his last words before he slid his tongue between your folds.

Your hands quickly grabbed onto him, pulling his hair to get him closer to where you needed him the most. “Yes, Yangyang, please–”

“What the fuck you taste amazing,” he mumbled against your center, licking incessantly.

“That’s your own c-cum,” you laughed, interrupted by a moan when he tried to talk while still attached to your pussy.

“Mixed with yours,” his words were muffled as he moved his lips and tongue lazily to collect as much wetness as he could. “So good together…”

“Yangyang,” you spoke shakily, pulling harder to get him to your clit which he seemed to be avoiding on purpose. “N-not there, here…”

He kept lazily lapping at your inner labia, ignoring your instructions. “I’m helping you clean, like a good friend.”

“No, no, no, please make me cum,” you begged shamelessly. Your climax was so close you could taste it but he was playing with you.

“I dunno,” he detached himself from you and rested his face on his palms, locking eyes with you. “Making you cum with my mouth is too intimate for me…”

“You fucking–AH!” your complaint was cut short when he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue just once, making you squirm desperately. “Yangyang, come on!”

“But what if you get confused?” he teased, swirling his tongue around your clit slowly.

“P-please, please, please, oh!” you sobbed when he stopped again.

“You sound confused, Y/N,” he cooed, kissing your inner thigh. “ Wouldn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

“Fuck our friendship!” you finally yelled. “I like you. I like you so much. Kiss me, eat me out, fuck me as much as you want, please just do something…Oooh!”

He finally shoved his face between your legs and engulfed your clit with his lips, sucking, allowing you to guide his head however you wanted. He hummed in delight at your confession, determined to make you cum harder than ever to reward your honesty.

“Yes, yes, yes, Yangyang, don’t stop, please, right there ah, ah, ah!” you beg, thrusting your hips up.

You felt him chuckle and it was enough for you to reach your orgasm with a silent scream, arching your back and shaking while he lapped your juices eagerly.

And then you felt a sharp pain in your inner thigh.

“AH! What the fuck, Yangyang!” you exclaimed, sitting up rapidly and catching him with his teeth sunk into your soft skin.

His eyes widened at your reprimand, and he switched to licking the wound in a comforting manner.

“Why did you bite me?!”

“Got carried away. Sorry…”

Well, at least he didn’t cum inside you, just like you had agreed on. But you hadn’t considered that you two may end up tied up together in other ways.

“Yangyang…does it mean we are–?”

He looked at your panicked eyes and then back at his mark on your body.

“Maybe? I…I don’t know?” he said nervously. “Normally we bite our mates on their neck or somewhere around that area.”

“Then this one probably doesn’t count, right? We aren’t bonded or anything,” you lied to yourself. You knew it made zero sense that a mating bite only worked in a specific area of your body, but you were in no condition to process that you were bonded for life after your not-so-platonic crush ate you out in a house full of werewolves.

He caressed the wounded area lovingly. Something that felt weirdly like electricity traveled from his fingertip which was in contact with your skin all over his body, making him shudder and inhale sharply. He was 89% sure you were bonded, but he ignored his instinct to give you the answer you wanted.

“I guess it doesn’t work if it’s not on your neck.Maybe.”

“Okay, cool,” you sighed, letting your body finally relax now that the horniness was gone.

“Cool,” he echoed, biting his lip nervously. “So uhh…Wanna grab something to eat?”

“That pizza place down the street?” you suggested tiredly.

“Sure,” he said, standing up and grabbing his pants. He said the next part carefully. “It’s a date.”

You smiled to yourself, trying not to laugh at his nervousness. “Yeah, it’s a date.”

Yangyang could have died a happy man right there and then. He got dressed quickly and helped you sit up and get dressed too. He looked at your exhausted face and he found it endearing, especially with how it lit up after he gave you a soft peck.

You both would deal with the failed botany project later and the fact that everyone in the house probably knew what you did.

…And with the very real bite on your thigh that you both refused to acknowledge for now.

#nct drabbles #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct smut #wayv smut #wayv yangyang #yangyang #yangyang x reader #yangyang smut #yangyang x you

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hencheri · 3 months ago

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Imagine wayv maknae line gangbanging reader? (noncon) ALSO MORE MEAN DOM XIAOJUN?

18+. mdni.

warnings: gangbang, noncon, physical violence.

yangyang didn't have any mean intentions. not at all. upon seeing you, he just thought about your face and the harmony of it. your hair, how it dripped over your shoulders. and your cleavage, a gold heart pendant sitting on your chest.

he liked how you looked and how polished your appearance was. it felt like looking at an angel, stomach churning at the mere sight of a beautiful girl like you.

maybe he had a few dirty thoughts. like how perky your nipples would be without your top on, or how plushy your thighs would feel in his hands.

but that's when he realized he shouldn't have stared at you for so long, xiaojun and hendery noticing what — or rather who — had caught the youngest's attention.

yangyang has always been aware of the foul way his friends treat girls. to be honest, just hearing them talk makes him uncomfortable sometimes. especially xiaojun.

he says things in such a nonchalant manner it sends shivers down yangyang's spine. the evil gleam in xiaojun's eyes when he explains what he wants to do to you is enough to alert him that he might be serious this time. it's always followed with hendery's laugh, turning everything into a joke.

he's learned to smile along with his friends' laughs, bashfully looking away as what was said made his cock jump more than once.

yangyang isn't like them, ideas like these don't occur in his mind. at least it isn't frequent. but xiaojun and hendery are his closest friends since literally forever, so perhaps the scene happening in front of him doesn't frighten him as much as he pretends to.

you're sobbing so loud he wonders how nobody still hasn't heard anything coming from the dark alleyway they're in. hendery holds you from behind, his hands wrapped around both of your arms. he's looking over your shoulders, watching xiaojun coming closer to you as he keeps you from moving away.

xiaojun lifts up your top, revealing your stomach, heaving up and down rapidly. "give me your cig," he tells yangyang, looking at your skin, pretty goosebumps all over it.

"... what?" yangyang hesitantly mutters, but he clearly heard what his friend said. he just doesn't want to believe he's going to do what he thinks he will.

"give it to me," he repeats, now shooting him a glare.

he hears another one of your sobs and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, still lit up, passing it to xiaojun. he does just what he thought he would.

xiaojun presses the burnt end onto your stomach and you let out a scream that will surely stay in yangyang's mind for a while. xiaojun could only describe it as the most beautiful and truthful sound he's ever heard.

hendery holds you from squirming too much, keeping your back against his chest. "how does it feel?" he whispers into your ear, his breath brushing over your neck making you wince. "hm?" he encourages you to answer, a little too eager.

"it hurts!" you cry out, and of course it does. but you obviously don't see it in the right way.

"dejun, come on..."

it makes the oldest roll his eyes, huffing out. "what?" he says, visibly irritated. "think you're better than that? than us?" xiaojun turns to yangyang, looking at him like he's missing the point — the whole sense of it. "i know you better than anyone else, yangyang."

he stares at him one last time, "leave if you want."

the smile on xiaojun is big when yangyang doesn't leave, but also gets driven by his own deepest desires — the very ones he swore he didn't have.

his cock is filling you up entirely, thrusting back and forth inside of you with his arm wrapped around your torso, holding you up. yangyang's eyebrows frown as xiaojun twists your hair around his fist, raising your head up so your leaky eyes meet his.

your angelic features are ruined, drippy mascara dusting your cheeks instead of your red blush. yangyang's partially the cause of it, even before he pushed his length in your pussy. you were destined to be ruined the moment he laid eyes on you.

#help idk if its good #like IK i couldve done it more smutty but yeah #tw noncon #wayv #xiaojun #xiaojun smut #xiaojun x reader #hendery #hendery smut #hendery x reader #yangyang #yangyang x reader #yangyang smut #wayv smut #wayv x reader #wayv fanfic #wayv hard hours #nct smut #nct x reader

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multifandomslxt · 10 months ago

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YAY!!!! I AM SOOO HAPPY YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN AHHHHHHJRIOWRIWIER LETS FUCKIN GOOOOOOOOOO

Okay so I was wondering if you could write up a lil sum about reserved reader who keeps to herself yet finds herself in a poly relationship with Haechan and Yangyang. She isn't a loner by any means. She has her solid group of friends but she doesn't really go out besides to work, the gym or grab lunch with her friends. She's just super introverted. I wonder what that dynamic would look like among the three of them. Maybe you could write about a specific scenario like them encouraging her to dress up and go out with them to the club i guess BUT THEN OMG WHEN SHE FINALLY AGREES they think she looks soooooo fine and shit in her short ass skirt or dress WHATEVER and they bend that ass OVA

FUN GAMES

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N": I'm so sorry this took so long anon. I wanted it to be good and I was having writer's block. I hope you enjoy<333 SORRY FOR ANY TYPOS :)

Pairing: Yangyang x Haechan x afab!Reader

Warning: SMUT!, slapping, mentions of spit and C*m, daddy, degradation... That is all I can remember.

"Just wear it," YangYang, your boyfriend of three years, pleaded.

His face was red, and his hands moved about in understandable frustration as he had been trying to convince you to wear a short dress for the last 10 minutes or so.

"But it's-" you began to protest, finding another excuse as to why you didn't think it's a good idea.

"C'mon, doll, don't be like that," Haechan, your other boyfriend of three years, interrupted. He leaned against the doorway of your shared bedroom, looking as good as always in his black t-shirt, grey sweatpants, and glasses perched on his nose.

"We picked it out specifically for tonight. I know it's a bit outside of your comfort zone, but that's how you break out of your shell, baby," he said as he entered the room, slowly going behind you and embracing you in a back hug.

"We just want our baby to shine," Yang Yang joined, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You thought for a moment before giving in. "Fine."

Three hours later, you were ready.

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, giving yourself a once-over before heading downstairs to meet your boyfriends in the living room.

You got to the bottom of the stairs and saw both of their backs turned to you.

"I'm ready," you said timidly, already second-guessing your outfit choice.

Haechan was the first to turn around.

"Finally, I thought... fuck," he looked you up and down.

Yang Yang turned around and shared the same exclamation. "Fuck, baby."

"Let's go," you said in an attempt to cover up your shyness.

"I don't think we have to go anymore," Yang Yang said, his eyes never leaving you once.

"Doll, let's stay home. I guarantee you I won't make it 5 minutes in the car before I rip that dress off and fuck you raw," Haechan strained, now shamelessly palming his crotch.

"Funny, in my case, you wouldn't have even walked through the door," Yang Yang smirked.

"Come here," he beckoned to you.

You walked over to him, well aware of the mess being made between your legs.

"Do you want to go, or should we stay and have some fun?" he asked softly.

"It's your call, baby," Haechan finished.

You closed your eyes momentarily.

"I wanna stay."

You looked up at Yang Yang to see the hesitant grin.

A rip.

Another rip.

And another.

That's how you ended up standing in your living room before your boyfriends, dressed only in underwear.

"My pretty little slut," Yangyang teased, undoing his belt.

"Wanted to stay home to get your tight little hole fucked and filled, huh?" he gritted out.

His large hands grabbed you by the nape of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss.

He bit your bottom lip and squeezed your neck a little harder, causing you to moan into the kiss.

You both pulled away from the kiss, leaving a string of spit connecting your lips.

Feeling a bit dizzy from the kiss and a bit overwhelmed by the dull ache between your legs, you let out a shaky breath.

Yang Yang's head was now buried in the crook of your neck as his fingers started to slowly trail down your abdomen, making their way to the heat pooling between your legs.

"I want to hear you," he whispered, his breath hitting your neck and somehow making you feel more heated than you already were.

Without further warning, he pulled your underwear to the side and started to play with your clit.

"A-ah Yang- wait," you whined, mindlessly grinding your hips desperate for more pleasure.

A sharp slap replaced the once-circular movement of his hand, causing you to jolt.

"I didn't tell you to fucking move. I just said I wanted to hear you," he gritted out.

"Yes, sir," you said, knowing just how rough he could get.

He was the soft one of the two of your boyfriends, but you knew exactly how harsh he could get when you guys were having sex.

"Good girl" he said as he inserted a finger, slowly fucking into you.

You knew he was delaying your orgasm for as long as he could.

You could feel the strength leaving your legs, causing them to buckle.

Yang Yang, in response, began to quicken the pace of his finger, causing you to be momentarily dizzy.

"Fuck! Oh God- I'm gonna cum, Yang!" you screamed out, feeling your orgasm fast approaching.

"You gonna cum on my fingers, slut?" Yang taunted, knowing that your jolts and shaky legs indicated that you were about to do exactly that.

"Ask me nicely," he taunted further. He always did this, and it always had that same pussy-clenching effect on you.

"Fucking beg me, and I just might let you," he held your gaze as his finger fucked into you.

Feeling your knees buckle and that familiar sinking feeling in your stomach, you put on your prettiest voice—your most submissive one—his favorite.

"Please, Daddy, please make me cum. I'll be good, I promise. P-please..." you cried out, tears already rolling down your cheeks.

"Atta girl," he snickered.

"Cum for me, pretty," and you did just that, the feeling so intense you lost consciousness of your surroundings for a bit.

Tuning back in, you heard Haechan's moans loud and oh so clear - as he jerked himself off to the sight of you and Yang Yang.

Yang Yang let you out of his grasp as he began to mirror Haechan's actions.

His grunts were softer and desperate, whereas Haechan's were animalistic and loud.

"Come here and suck this dick, baby," Haechan grunted out, his pretty fingers still wrapped around his shaft, glistening with precum.

You walked over to him and immediately dropped to your knees, opening your mouth widely.

Just the way he likes it.

"Remember to breathe through your nose, baby," is all he said before he took a handful of your hair and thrust his dick into your mouth.

You gagged as it hit the back of your throat.

He ruthlessly fucked your mouth, not caring that your eyes were watering or that spit bubbles and snot were covering his dick.

Eventually, he pulled his dick out of your mouth, and you gasped for air—throat raw and nipples so hard they stung.

You watched as he looked down at you, smiling menacingly before using his hand to spread your spit and his precum all over your face and giving you a harsh slap across your cheek when he was satisfied.

"Very good, doll," he praised before giving you a sloppy kiss.

"Now, stand up and spread your fucking legs."

Following his instructions, you stood up on shaky knees, well aware of what was about to happen.

"Yang, come play with her pussy," Haechan called out.

You felt Yang Yang behind you before he started to play with your clit.

"You know the rules, right, baby?" Yang Yang asked, already aware of what Haechan's intentions were.

"Y-yes, sir."

You had to stay in this position for as long as possible. If your legs went weak and you fell to your knees, they wouldn't make you cum

One fucked you from behind while the other ate you out...together.

It was a game the three of you played often.

You looked at Haechan and saw that he was already on his knees, looking up at you.

"Ready, doll?" he asked.

You squeezed your eyes shut. "Yes."

You felt Yang Yang first, his tip teasing you a bit before he thrust into you, stretching you out and causing you to scream.

"Oh, fuck," he muttered, his voice blissful before he bit into your shoulder.

A shiver ran down your spine.

You were going to lose.

Just when you started getting used to Yang Yang, you felt Haechan's tongue.

"Haechan," you whined out.

"Yes, baby?" he answered before he started to eat you out like he'd been starving, sucking on your clit and lapping up all of your juices so effortlessly.

You were going to lose.

"You're not screaming enough for me," Yang Yang whispered to you like a devil on your shoulder.

Soon, the sound of skins slapping together, along with the sound of sucking and slurps, filled the apartment.

Now, you were screaming.

So fucking loud.

You were definitely going to lose.

#nct 127 #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct dream #nct doyoung #nct yuta #nct fanfic #nct fluff #nct taeyong #nct wayv #nct way v #wayv #way v #nct yangyang #nct haechan #nct haechan smut #nct yangyang smut

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kpopsexstories · 4 months ago

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Updated Master List, August 2024

In light of my recently announced new Gay K-pop Smut series, and the fact that I'll soon be announcing the next group to get a "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." series, I've updated the Master List of all my smut stories. It's now clearer and even easier to find stories that you'll like, based on both group and what series each story is from 😊

While doing this I also went through all my published stories to see which have received the most attention recently, to get an idea of what type of stories you like the most. The following stories stood out:

Jisung with an older woman. Jisung seems to be popular in general (he's requested a lot and his stories all do well), and I personally really like this story. It was recently published but got traction straight away.

Jaemin Part 1 and Part 2 of his "Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of..." story. This story was very slow to take off and passed by largely unnoticed. It's much more story-driven and a bit different from other stories, so I figured that was why. Now, however, it suddenly received a surge of readers, which I'm happy about considering how long it took to write.

Backstage sex with Jungkook. Another disappointment when this was published. Like Jaemin, Jungkook's story went by largely ignored. The sex in it is wilder and rougher, and it is the longest story I've published at almost 10,000 words. I figured that was why, but now it has been reblogged/shared with a little surge of likes as a result. That thrills me, because it's one of my personal favorites :)

Backstage sex with Haechan. This one was well received when it came out, and it's been growing steadily and dynamically ever since. It's still one of my most popular stories. Haechan seems to be a liked character, and perhaps you enjoyed the dirty talk angle in this one.

Jaehyn has cyber sex with his girlfriend. Another below-average release at the time, which more people has since found. Personally this is not my favorite story, but it does something a little different.

Haechan gives Mark and Jungwoo hand jobs in the shower. I believe I posted about this one a few weeks ago, in response to a question about gay stories. Perhaps that's why it's received more attention recently. I think the title says it all :)

In a game of Truth or Dare, Yangyang has sex with his girlfriend while Ten is watching. For the same reason that Haechan's story above got traction recently, I highlighted this story about Yangyang and Ten in another post a while ago, which might explain its recent popularity.

Jisung pulls out and explodes on your stomach. This is my shortest and one of the most popular stories. It grew by ~20 likes in a week, long after it was first published.

Mark gives his girlfriend anal on his birthday. I really liked the story in this one, more so than how the sex turned out. It was average in terms of popularity at the time of release, and I don't think I've mentioned this story recently, but it's on a steady rise all the time so it does something right.

Jungwoo shares a girl with Johnny. This story surged recently, possibly as more people discovered the "member interaction" stories I highlighted a few weeks ago. It appears a lot of people like it when several idols are involved in the sex act :)

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thetypingpup · 2 years ago

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[6:27 pm] Somehow, you and Yangyang got side tracked while studying. Somehow, you ended up laid out over Yangyang’s couch, with your skirt shoved up to your hips and your panties looped around your ankle. Somehow, Yangyang ended up kneeling between your legs. His own shirt is unbuttoned and askew, parted to reveal several marks on his neck, some new and some old but all left by you. It’s not a total mystery, how the hands that were just typing away at a laptop now grasp your thighs. One too many smirks and suggestive remarks between hits from a shared blunt led you down this road. Not that either of you mind. You’d much rather learn more about what gives each other pleasure than whatever lesson you zoned out for during class. Said blunt lays smoldering in the ash tray, faint wisps of smoke dissipating in the air, just like your quiet moans.

You reach down to grab onto his hair and let out a sigh of pure bliss. His lips wrap around your clit just right, sending the perfect amount of pleasure coursing through you. Your fluffy ears lower against your head. Your entire body relaxes onto the couch, sprawled out as if you’re melting onto the cushions. You simply move your hips in time with his ministrations, enjoying the way his plush mouth feels against your core. You try to be quiet, but fuck it he's making you feel so good you can't help but let out soft moans and whines under your brearh. And fuck the way he purrs against your core only adds to your euphoria. The way he purrs in content just from eating you out never fails to make the experience infinitely more erotic.

As soon as his tongue flicks over the very tip of your clit, an intense surge of pleasure flashes like a lightning bolt. You cut off your resulting moan with a gasp, lest you end up screaming his name in the middle of the living room. More. That’s the only word your mind can conjure. You want more of that profound pleasure. With both hands tangled in his hair, fingers tugging at the roots, you hold him in place, keeping his mouth exactly where you want him. With a mrrow of surprise he peers up at you, grabbing your thighs tighter for purchase. Your hips move faster, going from subtle gyrations to outright grinding on his face. Your sensitive bud moves against his tongue perfectly, making you stutter out an elongated sigh as you keep the electricity of ecstasy buzzing within you. As for Yangyang, he remains obediently still as you smear the taste of his arousal all over his tongue and lips, his ears folded back as he just enjoys the feeling of you humping his face.

It’s not long before you’re reaching your peak. Your back bows sharply, torso arching off the couch as you let out a silent scream of bliss. That gathering electricity of euphoria compacts like a tensing spring before surging through you in bursts of bliss, and your thighs tremble in response. The rhythm of your hips completely falters as you simply grind and press yourself against his face, completely uncoordinated, just desperate for more even stimulation to ride out your high.

You look down to meet his gaze, seeing that his eyes were wide open and watching you the whole time. He pants heavily, lips parted as he tries to catch his breath. He’s an absolute mess, face tinged red from the exertion, lips and chin glistening with your release, his hair in complete disarray and gathered at all angles. But to you, he’s never looked better, especially as his tongue peeks out to sweep over his bottom lip as if he wants another taste. But it’s his words, the first thing you hear him say as you come down, that really amplifies your attraction to him. A hint of a purr laces his raspy voice, only accentuating the alluring way he hums to you, “Mmm, you look so hot when you cum.”

A rush of heat rises to the surface of your cheeks. No one’s ever told you that before, especially not with such earnest fervor behind their words. You blink in surprise, definitely not expecting him to say that. But you like it. You want to hear more. You want him to keep complimenting you, especially if he says it like that. Fuck, you could listen to him all day, even if he wasn’t saying such things to you. You could hear his voice, no matter the state, from his light jovial jests to the deeper timbre he uses in the bedroom, that you’ve only ever heard when he’s with you. You just…like hearing his voice is all.

You dismiss the musing, not wanting to turn this heated moment too saccharine. In the back of your mind, you seek to maintain the platonic base of your connection to him, and somehow yearning for him to keep giving you erotic compliments feels far too intimate to be platonic. In the forefront of your mind, you note the way arousal pulses between your legs at the sight of him, recalling what his mouth felt like mere moments ago, and you want more. With a playful giggle, you spread your legs once more and entice with a teasing lilt in your voice, “Wanna make me cum again?”

An excited smile lifts his lips, his ears perking up in interest, “Hell yea. I want more of you.”

An even more intense rush of heat rises to your face at that.

#kitty!yangyang #hybrid!au #wayv smut #wayv yangyang smut #nct smut #nct yangyang smut #tw weed mention #the pup actually types

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xomakara · 8 months ago

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All About You

SUMMARY | You and your five boyfriends go on a trip. PAIRING | NCT ‘00 Line/Reader GENRE | smut with no plot, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!), oral sex, anal sex, vaginal sex, gangbang, multiple penetration, sex in general, filthy sex RATING | Mature LENGTH | 6K words AUTHOR’S NOTE | Oh lord…please excuse me as I go dunk myself in holy water.

"Baby, are you close?" Haechan whispered in your ear as he stroked your cheek.

"Fuck, Haechan...I'm so close." You could barely get the words out through your panting breath.

"Fuck, she's clenching down on me!" Jeno groaned, his breathing matching yours, "She must be very close, because it feels like she's squeezing the life out of my dick."

Haechan let out a chuckle and stroked your hair back gently, watching as you bounced on Jeno's cock, taking him all the way inside of you, causing you to tremble with pleasure at how good you felt wrapped around his thick shaft. He moved his hand up from your hip to the small of your back and squeezed gently. "It looks like your body is craving more."

"Mmm..." You moaned and then quickly corrected yourself, "Not that I don't love what we're doing now, but I need to feel something more inside of me too."

Jeno started thrusting faster now and Haechan stopped rubbing your ass to move his other hand to the front of your body, resting it on your clit. He lightly pinched it as he continued moving your hips up and down on Jeno's cock. "That's right, baby. Fuck your little pussy harder for us."

You bit your lip as you rode Jeno's cock faster. Your legs were starting to shake now, which only intensified your need for release. "Oh god, Haechan, I'm gonna come so hard..."

"Did she come yet?" You heard Jaemin asking Haechan as they watched you ride Jeno's dick. There was no mistaking the lust in his voice. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he was getting off on this just as much as you were.

"Kitten," Renjun whispered in your ear. "Does Jeno's cock feel good? Tell us how it feels."

"So good...so fucking good..." You whimpered, feeling Jeno's cock throbbing inside of you.

"Our little dumpling must be close." Yangyang muttered from his spot in the corner, watching you riding Jeno's cock with nothing but a towel covering him. "And that tight pussy of hers is milking his cock for everything it's worth."

"Baby, you look so damn hot right now." Haechan whispered in your ear as he trailed kisses along your neck, letting them linger near your collarbone. You closed your eyes and pressed your face against Haechan's chest.

"Oh my god, I'm coming..."

Your body shook from the waves of pleasure washing over you and you cried out as Jeno began filling your insides with his warm seed. You clenched down on him, trying to milk every last drop of cum from his balls, but the man simply refused to let go. He kept grinding into you, his dick still hard, even after he had finished shooting his load deep inside of you. As he held himself inside of you, your body shuddered uncontrollably, your face buried in Haechan's chest as you trembled and cried from the blissful aftershocks of orgasmic bliss coursing through your body. It took you several minutes before you could regain control of your body enough to slide off of Jeno and collapse on the bed beside him.

Jaemin came to your side in an instant, kissing you deeply as you reached out to grasp his naked chest. "How does our little Y/N feel? Do you want more?"

Ever since you and your five boyfriends moved in together, your sex life has become a daily ritual of steamy threesomes, late night drunken sessions and even spontaneous gang bangs. You can never get enough of each other and it's all thanks to you being open minded and not putting labels on anything that goes on between you.

To the outside world, you and Haechan were just a couple that loved each other deeply and unconditionally, but that was just one side of the story. They knew about Renjun, Jeno, Jaemin and Yangyang but most people assumed that you were all just friends. And while they may have thought that the six of you had settled into an unbreakable bond, they couldn't possibly know what really went on behind closed doors.

You laid in bed, trying to compose yourself as you listened to your boyfriends talking about how well the night went. Jaemin was whispering sweet words in your ear, praising how much of a good girl you'd been, saying that you made sure to make everyone feel good, how you deserved to have such good men worship you. The others were making similar comments about how they had all enjoyed themselves, but Jeno sounded especially proud.

You smiled softly to yourself and glanced over to see Haechan smiling at you with pure adoration. He was your whole world. No matter how many times you came, or how many orgasms you gave out, you would always return to him, unable to find anyone else who could match the passion you shared with him. Even though he was your first real boyfriend, he would always hold a special place in your heart because he taught you how to love, and trust.

As your thoughts drifted to Haechan's strong arms wrapped around you and his firm lips caressing your skin, you remembered another reason why you loved Haechan so much: Because he had introduced you to the other four men who would change your life forever. You had five men who loved you as their own and wanted to share you with each other, without any rules or limits. And the best part was, no matter what happened, you would always have Haechan there to take care of you, loving you with all of his heart.

"Baby, you okay? Are you feeling sore?" Haechan kissed your forehead tenderly as he replaced Jeno's spot on the bed.

"No, I'm fine...just thinking about tonight makes me tired." You said and buried your head in his chest.

"Ahhh...that's understandable. It takes a lot of energy for us to fuck that tight little pussy of yours over and over again." Jeno laughed as he caressed your thigh. "But don't worry; we'll let you rest tomorrow. We'll go ahead and get cleaned up for now."

You snuggled closer to Haechan, smiling to yourself as you felt Renjun and Yangyang clean your body with washclothes and soap, gently wiping away every last trace of sweat and semen from your flushed skin. As you drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge that these five men would protect you and make sure that you always had what you needed, you couldn't help but smile.

"I feel like I've been torn in half." You groaned the next morning, your head on Jaemin's shoulder. "I swear, if my vagina hurts anymore, I might die."

"You say that all the time, bunny." Jaemin laughed. "But you still want us to fuck you senseless, right?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever. You guys are just lucky I'm built like a goddamn pole. You all can use me however you want."

Renjun chuckled as he joined in the conversation. "I think it's safe to say that there isn't a man alive who doesn't want to bend our little Y/N over and take her for a ride."

"Speaking of rides..." Jeno piped up, placing his hand under your chin and turning your head to meet his eyes, "we have some news to share with you."

Yangyang cleared his throat. "Yeah...we talked about it last night, and decided to take a trip to Busan. We'd thought it would be nice to take a vacation together before school starts."

Jaemin nodded, "We all really wanted to do this. You deserve a nice vacation and this is something that we've been wanting to do for a long time."

"Really? A road trip?" You asked, perking up a bit at the prospect of spending some alone time with the guys.

"Really, really." Haechan said as he walked into the kitchen. He gave you a kiss on the forehead and sat down next to you. "Are you excited?"

You grinned. "Very."

"Okay, great." Haechan kissed you again and then turned his attention to the others. "Well, what do you say, guys? Shall we pack up and hit the road?"

The guys began chattering amongst themselves, discussing what they should bring with them and where they should stop along the way. After they had finally settled on what they were going to bring and where they would stay during their vacation, you stood up from the table and stretched, yawning loudly. "I guess I better get ready for the day. Let me get my bag packed and I'll be ready to go."

"I'll drive today." Jaemin volunteered. "I wanna see if I can break any land speed records."

"Oh yeah?" You asked, feigning surprise. "Should I start counting miles or something?"

He chuckled. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. When you're not fucking one of us, that is."

You rolled your eyes. "Is sex all you guys think about?"

"Only if it's with you, Y/N." Yangyang winked at you. "But yeah, we can't get enough of your pussy either."

Renjun nodded enthusiastically. "Aye, same here. Those cute tits of yours keep me up at night."

Jeno nodded his head, "That sweet, tight little pussy keeps us up at night too. That pussy is seriously the perfect blend of creamy smoothness and dripping wet, wet nectar. Every time I taste it, it's like I've died and gone to heaven."

You groaned and buried your head in Haechan's chest as he let out a chuckle. "Man, you guys are hopeless."

They all laughed as you walked out of the kitchen and headed to the bathroom. You shed your clothes, stepped into the shower, and stood in the hot water as it washed over your skin. With each passing second, you could feel the tension in your muscles slowly leaving your body and you closed your eyes, savoring the sensation.

Just as you started to drift off, a hand suddenly gripped your hip tightly and spun you around so that you were facing Haechan. Burying his face in your wet hair, he whispered huskily in your ear, "Don't fall asleep now, baby. Wouldn't want you to get hurt. Stay awake, okay?"

"Do I finally get some alone time with my Haechannie? Or will the other boys come in and steal me away?" You giggled softly.

"It's just me, love." Haechan said, grabbing the shampoo and dispensing it into his hands. He lathered your hair. "Just you and me."

"I love you, Haechan." You leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips.

Haechan hummed softly as he continued to wash your hair. "I love you too, baby. Don't forget that."

When Haechan was done rinsing you off, he led you out of the shower and dried you off gently with a large fluffy white towel. Once he was satisfied that you were completely dry, he took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. "Come on, sleepy head. Time to get dressed and get going."

After you had put on a pair of shorts and a tank top, Haechan scooped you up in his arms and carried you out to the living room. You watched as he placed you on the couch and hurried over to grab your backpack.

Your stomach grumbled as you looked around the room, noticing that everyone else seemed to be occupied with packing their things.

"Breakfast in fifteen minutes, Y/N." Renjun announced.

Jaemin smiled as he climbed onto the couch next to you, placing his arm around your shoulders. "C'mon, babe. Let's go get some food for you. We'll eat breakfast, then load up the car and leave. Sounds good?"

"That sounds great." You replied and cuddled close to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "Thank you for everything, you guys."

"Aw, shucks. Thank you for coming with us." Jeno smiled as he gave you a peck on the lips. "And you know we wouldn't have gone anywhere without you, right?"

Yangyang kissed you on the cheek and pulled you close. "This trip wouldn't have been the same without you. Just remember that."

"I know." You said and gave him a quick hug.

After all of the guys had finished packing up, they gathered around the kitchen table to eat a quick meal before hitting the road. After finishing off a plate full of scrambled eggs, toast and hash browns, you were stuffed.

"Alright, I think I'm good to go." You laughed as you pushed your plate away from you.

Jeno smiled. "Good, 'cause I don't want to carry you to the car."

You giggled and patted his cheek playfully. "Uh huh, you say that but I know you'd enjoy it too much."

Everyone laughed as you got up from the table and followed Jaemin out of the house. When you reached the driveway, you saw the two cars that were being loaded up.

Haechan opened your door for you and held out his hand. "Ready?"

"Yep!" You grabbed his hand and he helped you climb into the passenger seat of the jeep. Before you knew it, you were backing out of the driveway and heading toward Busan.

As the sky darkened overhead, you glanced outside of the window and noticed that the town had begun to fade into the distance. The mountains that loomed over the valley were growing larger and more prominent, drawing closer and closer until they enveloped the entire landscape, making it impossible to see anything but darkness.

Suddenly, the car stopped moving as Haechan pulled into a rest stop. You watched the other car pull up behind you and soon both vehicles came to a halt.

"Y/N!" Yangyang shouted as he bounded out of the other jeep and made his way to open your door, only to bury his face in your hair. "I missed you."

You patted his head. "Yangyang, we were just separated by cars. It's not the same thing as actually being apart."

Jaemin pouted as he emerged from the driver's side of the other jeep. "Man, he beat me to get Y/N's attention first."

Renjun shrugged and got out of the other jeep, smiling brightly at you. "Well, hello there, cutie. How's my favorite girlfriend doing? Being stuck in the car with Haechan and Jeno didn't make you go crazy?"

You shook your head. "Not even a little bit."

"Good girl." Renjun ran his fingers through your hair. "Now, are you hungry? We have a little while until we reach Busan."

"Actually, I am kind of hungry." You admitted. "What do you guys have?"

"There's some watermelon, grapes and pretzels in the cooler in the trunk." Renjun informed you. "There's also a picnic basket in there with sandwiches and other snacks in it. We also brought along a few bottles of water."

"Sounds delicious." You laughed as you leaned back against the seat. "Now feed me."

Once everyone had finished eating, Haechan switched off the headlights and opened the windows. The cool breeze caressed your cheeks and played with your hair, sending chills down your spine. Your eyes fell upon the mountain range ahead of you and you felt an overwhelming sense of awe and wonder as the deep purple of the night sky glowed eerily in the background. In spite of how dark it was outside, you could clearly make out every detail of the mountains as they rose high above you, looming silently in the night air. The moon cast a gentle glow across the landscape and illuminated every path of its journey, leading you through a picturesque wilderness.

You leaned out the window to watch Yangyang and Renjun converse quietly beside you. Their voices floated through the wind and surrounded you as you listened to the hushed tones of their voices. From time to time, they would look over at you and smile warmly, reassuring you with every glance. You blushed at their constant adoration of you and you tried your best to pay attention to their conversation. They were discussing how busy school was going to be when they returned to Seoul.

"Hey, baby. Are you getting tired?" Haechan whispered softly into your ear.

“Just a little.” You let out a small yawn. “But, honestly, it doesn’t matter. As long as I’m with you, I couldn’t possibly ever be tired.”

Haechan gazed at you lovingly. "Good answer. Let’s take over the backseat when we get back on the road. Jeno can take over the driving while we sleep.”

"That sounds like a wonderful idea." You mumbled, leaning over and kissing him on the lips.

As soon as the car was in motion again, Haechan crawled into the backseat and tucked you in beside him.

"Sleep well, beautiful." He whispered softly. "Love you."

"I love you too." You murmured, snuggling closer to him.

For the next hour or so, you laid there in silence, simply enjoying the closeness of your boyfriend and the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around you. Each time you began to drift off, you would hear a voice murmur softly in your ear, always waking you up within seconds.

"Keep sleeping, baby." Haechan mumbled in between kisses. "Just close your eyes and enjoy the moment."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the casual banter of Haechan and Jeno as they engaged in small talk while Jeno drove. A feeling of contentment flooded your heart as you drifted further and further into dreamland. For once, you were truly relaxed and stress free.

Soon, you found yourself drifting deeper and deeper into sleep, lulled by the soothing sound of Haechan’s gentle breathing and the hypnotic sway of the car as it raced along the winding roads. All too soon, you were lost in a state of blissful slumber.

When you awoke, you blinked a few times to adjust your vision and slowly turned to find yourself nestled against Haechan’s firm chest. His strong arms were wrapped around you protectively, cradling you gently against him. You took a moment to appreciate the comfort of this intimate embrace. To know that someone cared about you so deeply was a truly comforting thought.

You felt the car come to a stop and heard the door unlock as Renjun entered the vehicle. Opening your eyes, you saw Haechan stirring beside you, taking in your awakening state. He quickly moved his arm off of you and rubbed his face as he sat up.

"I guess we've arrived." He mumbled groggily, stretching out his limbs.

You felt Jaemin climb into the car and lean over, handing you a bottle of water. You took a sip and nodded. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure we're here."

The other guys started to unload the jeeps and make their way into the little house that you rented out for the duration of your trip. When they had finally finished and piled into the living room, they each gave you hugs.

"Morning, princess." Jeno murmured affectionately. "You looked so peaceful sleeping during the drive. I didn't want to wake you."

You grinned. "Thanks, Jeno. I really needed sleep."

"Of course, Kitten." Renjun walked over and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't you worry. We'll take care of you."

You smiled at him gratefully and accepted the kiss. “Thank you. I’m so glad I get to spend this week with you guys.”

“We’re so glad you decided to come with us.” Haechan commented as he walked over and knelt down beside you. “It means a lot to us that you agreed to go on this trip."

"I love you all, you know that right?” You sighed happily. “Every single one of you is my family."

"Hi, dumpling." Yangyang kissed you lightly on the lips. "Looks like you slept well."

You cuddled closer to him. "I did. That nap really helped, especially after that long car ride."

Yangyang smiled. "We're happy to hear that."

He took your hand in his and squeezed it. "How about we grab some food now? I'm sure we're all famished from the long drive."

You stood up and stretched. "Sounds good to me."

"Come on, you guys. Let's go." Renjun called as he led the way into the house.

You followed the others inside and waited patiently for them to finish unpacking and preparing breakfast. Soon, the smell of fresh waffles filled the house and your stomach growled loudly. While you enjoyed the waffles, you took the opportunity to give each man another kiss. They each responded happily, basking in your admiration of them.

While you ate, you conversed with everyone else in the group, laughing and talking merrily as you discussed what they planned to do during the trip. Everyone seemed excited to explore Busan and the surrounding areas and you were eager to follow suit. By the time you had finished eating, it was already past noon.

Haechan pulled out his phone and tapped the screen a few times, bringing up a map of the area.

"Okay, since this is the first leg of our trip, we're gonna need to take things easy." Haechan explained. " Let's rest for the rest of the day and we'll start our activities tomorrow. What do you think?"

You paused for a moment before nodding. "Sure. Sounds good to me."

"Alright then." Haechan checked the time. "Jeno, let's put some music on. No reason why we can't have a party while we relax today."

Jeno nodded. "Gotcha."

Within minutes, he was browsing through his playlist and humming a catchy tune. As soon as he had selected a song, the entire group erupted into cheers and applause. Even you joined in with them and sang along with the lyrics.

As the song continued, you made your way over to Jaemin and plopped yourself in his lap. He smiled warmly and took your hands in his.

"Now this is a surprise. Why is my precious angel sitting in my lap?"

"Oh, nothing much." You giggled. "Just wanted to be closer to you."

Jaemin stroked your cheek softly with his thumb and tenderly cupped your face in his hands. "So sweet. You might as well give me some lovin’ now."

You obliged him eagerly, pressing your body tightly against his as you pressed your lips against his own. As soon as your lips met, sparks flew between the two of you and you felt your heart flutter in excitement. After spending a solid ten minutes of making out with him, you reluctantly pulled away, breaking the connection between you two.

Jaemin gently wiped away the remnants of your lipstick and licked his lips suggestively. "Now I'm expecting more of that later."

With a seductive smirk, you ran your hands over his shirt and pressed your lips to his neck, planting kisses against his skin.

"Are you trying to get the other guys jealous?" Jaemin let out a small huff of laughter. "Because I think it's working."

"Oops." You pouted innocently. "Sorry. Guess I got carried away. I can't help it when I'm with you all. My hormones just run wild whenever I'm near you all. It must be because of how hot you are. You turn me on so easily."

"Mmm…" Jaemin leaned in and nibbled on your bottom lip playfully. "You're right. How am I supposed to focus when you're distracting me like this?"

Your mouth moved away from his, trailing hot kisses down his jawline. As you traced your tongue along his neck, he placed his hand on the back of your head and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss. Every touch of your lips against his sent shivers down his spine and heightened the pleasure you both experienced.

"Oh, Y/N…" He moaned as you pulled away. "Seriously...you're making the others jealous."

You looked over at the others and let out a laugh of your own. It appeared that Jeno and Haechan had taken notice of your display and raised their eyebrows. "I think one of them is ready to throw me over their shoulder and carry me to the bedroom."

Jaemin shook his head, his hands coming to rest on your thighs. "Instead of the bedroom..."

"What are you insinuating, Na Jaemin?" You teased.

Jaemin gestured to the couch cushions. "These cushions look very comfortable..."

You dropped to your knees in front of him and reached for the waistband of his pants. Haechan and Jeno watched on in amusement as you undid the button and zipper of Jaemin's jeans.

"Well, aren't you just the sweetest thing I've ever seen." Jaemin chuckled as you slid his jeans and boxers down his legs, exposing his erect cock. "You gonna suck my dick while the others watch? Because I don't mind if you do."

"You like it when I get naughty, Jaemin?" You smirked.

Jaemin shook his head fondly. "I like everything about you, Y/N."

With a seductive grin, you lowered your mouth to his dick and placed your lips around it. You gently sucked on his length, drawing small moans from his throat. With each stroke, you would take a bit more of him into your mouth until you had taken all of him in. The room was silent except for the moans coming from Jaemin's mouth and the slight slurping sound of you bobbing your head up and down on his shaft.

Soon enough you heard Renjun's soft breathing as he took a seat next to Jaemin, his throbbing erection straining against his jeans. He opened his pants and began rubbing himself over his own bulge, moaning loudly in pleasure. Yangyang sat on Jaemin's other side, already fist pumping his own cock. You watched as Jeno let out a low moan, growing hard as you continued sucking on Jaemin's dick. Haechan kneeled next to you, his hands already rubbing your sweet aching nub as he praised you for taking Jaemin's cock so nicely.

Jaemin's eyes rolled back in his head as he grew more and more aroused, letting out guttural cries of pleasure.

Jaemin grabbed onto your hair, pulling you up to meet his thrusting hips. Your tongue fluttered across the tip of his member and you could feel his body shudder with ecstasy.

Jaemin finally came with a loud shout, shooting his hot cum into your mouth. As you greedily swallowed every last drop of semen, Jaemin collapsed back against the cushions and sighed contently.

You were definitely feeling horny now. Especially after seeing how pleased everyone was with you, wanting to reward you for doing such a good job. While Jaemin caught his breath, you went over to Renjun and tugged at his pants. "Now I'm feeling generous."

His eyes widened as you pulled out his hardened cock and brought it to your lips. "You wanna go again, baby?"

"Mmm...I could suck all of your cocks right now if you'd like me to." You said sweetly, running your tongue around the tip of his dick. "But now I want all of your dicks. In my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, in my hands..."

Renjun's eyes gleamed with lust as he slid his hands under your short top, lifting it up above your breasts. "Well, isn't this quite the sight?"

Renjun stroked his fingers through your hair and tilted your head up towards his face. "It doesn't matter where you put my dick, baby. All that matters is you feeling good."

You glanced over at Haechan and the other guys, each of them slowly taking off their clothes. Jaemin threw one of the throw pillows on the floor, Haechan taking his position to lay down on it. His eyes were fixated on you, watching as you crawled up his body, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you sunk down unto his waiting erection, feeling the fullness of him filling your wet slit.

The smell of arousal was thick in the air and everyone in the room was more than ready to fuck. You couldn't help but feel so damn sexy, wearing nothing but a smile as you lay atop Haechan.

Once you had settled down onto his thick length, you looked up into his eyes. "Ready?"

Haechan laughed. "I'm always ready for you, babe."

You closed your eyes and savored the moment, pressing your naked breasts into his chest. Slowly, you began rocking your hips back and forth, matching the rhythm of your movement with the waves of pleasure that radiated throughout your entire body. Before you knew it, Haechan had his hands on your hips, holding you still as he pounded you harder and faster. You let out muffled whimpers as you arched your back, closing your eyes and soaking in the sensation of being fucked.

You leaned forward, feeling Yangyang positioned himself behind you, his dick lining up with your ass hole.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, feeling both Haechan and Yangyang filling you up. "Yes!"

Yangyang pushed himself deep inside of you, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Both of your holes were stretched beyond capacity by the multiple dicks penetrating them. Yet you didn't care. The only thing you cared about right now was making sure all your boyfriends feel good.

Renjun stood in front of you, dick in hand as he guided it to your mouth. "Open up, kitten. Take my cock."

You obediently opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around his head, sucking lightly. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and withdrew, quickly sliding his cock back into your mouth. With a deep moan, Renjun thrust harder and deeper into your throat, causing you to gag slightly.

You reached for Jaemin and Jeno's cocks, taking both in your hands and stroking them in unison. With a series of movements, you worked them both to a state of orgasmic bliss. Their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room and filled you with joy. You grinned widely, knowing they were enjoying themselves. You all matched each other's pace; Haechan slamming into your pussy, Yangyang pounding your ass, Renjun shoving his dick down your throat and you fist pumping both Jeno and Jaemin.

Before long, the sounds of grunting and groaning echoed throughout the room, intermingling together to create a beautiful symphony of sex. Each of you became completely lost in the moment, no longer caring who was getting what. Only concerned with pleasing your partners and they pleasing you.

"Fuck, Y/N." Haechan growled, his cock buried balls deep inside of you. "Look at how turned on you are. Seeing all us guys take turns fucking you is driving you crazy, isn't it?"

You nodded vigorously, swallowing thickly as you enjoyed the attention of five rock hard cocks.

"I can tell." He said, bringing his head close to yours. "Tell me, baby. Use your words. Tell me how much you love having us inside of you."

You nodded once again, unable to form any words. Your heart raced and your breath quickened.

Haechan smiled lovingly. "That's it, baby. Feel free to say whatever comes to your mind. Even if it's just some naughty words or an animalistic growl."

You felt Jeno replacing Yangyang's spot from behind you, easing his large dick inside of your ass. "You like getting fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"God yes!" You cried, biting your lower lip. "It feels amazing! And your dick feels so big inside of me!"

Jeno pumped his hips, filling your ass with his dick. "How does it feel?"

You felt Haechan's hands come to rest on your hips, keeping you steady as he thrust deeper into you. "So good...fuck. Fuck. Oh god. Yes."

Jeno pulled out and slammed back into you, his body moving in sync with Haechan. "Let's hear you say it again."

"Ugh. Uhhuhu..." You moaned as the feeling of two dicks sliding in and out of you grew stronger.

Yangyang positioned himself in front of you, his dick slapping against your cheek. "Come on, baby. don't forget about us."

You couldn't help but swallow up his dick, Renjun and Jaemin in your hands at the same time. Your lips parted and you gasped as he pushed his way past your tongue. It felt so warm and good, almost surreal. A delicious mix of sensations rushed through your body, pushing you over the edge into another intense climax.

You moaned and whimpered as the world began to spin around you. This orgasm felt like it lasted forever.

Jaemin and Renjun eyes were locked on you as they stared at you from above, witnessing your passion as they coated your body with their hot jizz. Yangyang couldn't help but hold your head against his cock as he let himself go, grunting loudly as his seed filled your mouth. You felt Jeno's dick stiffen before unloading his cum in your ass and Haechan's cock pulsed several times as he finished filling you up with his seed.

Once the orgasms subsided, the six of you curled up together in the pile of cushions, lazily chatting and caressing each other. Soon, you all fell asleep, lulled by the soft melody of the song playing in the background.

You awoke to find yourself nestled snugly in Haechan's arms. You stretched your limbs and yawned widely, looking around the room curiously. Everyone was still fast asleep, the sunlight streaming through the windows casting beautiful colors on the sleeping faces of the boys. For a moment, you lingered, content to watch the guys sleep.

You wiggled out of Haechan's embrace and winced from the aftermath of all the fucking and sucking that had happened last night. As you rose to your feet, you saw Renjun stirring beside Haechan. He lifted his head and blinked several times before looking at you. A smile crossed his face as soon as he recognized who it was.

"Good morning, gorgeous." Renjun whispered. "Didn't know you had it in you."

Your cheeks flushed and you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. "No more gangbangs for the next few weeks. I'm so sore."

Renjun laughed quietly. "Aw, poor little thing. Whose fault was it to have everyone all at one time?"

"Shut up." You pouted playfully. "You knew what kind of person you were dealing with."

Haechan stirred and groggily got to his feet, rubbing his eyes. He gazed at you with sleepy eyes and stroked your cheek affectionately.

"Morning, love." He murmured. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I could crawl into bed and never leave." You answered honestly. "If I ever ask for another gangbang, I need you to intervene. I can't handle it."

Haechan kissed you on the forehead. "Don't worry about it, darling. If you really don't want to experience another round, I'll make sure that you don't. Promise."

The rest of the guys woke up, each asking how you were feeling from last night. You told them that your legs and back were aching but you otherwise felt fine. Each of them nodded solemnly, having been present during last night's event.

"Sorry, Princess." Jeno muttered. "Maybe next time we won't do it all at once."

"I'm banning sex from all of you." You retorted, rolling your eyes. "Please let my vagina rest."

Everyone burst out laughing, happy to see you feeling better. After breakfast was prepared and served, everyone showered and dressed before heading outside. It was a beautiful day today and it made you glad that they didn't decide to cancel the trip. They had gone swimming earlier in the day, bringing you along to splash around with them. You and the others spent the entire afternoon laying on the beach, soaking up the sun and listening to music. At dinner, you enjoyed the seafood you ordered while watching the waves crash against the sand. By the end of the evening, you couldn't help but fall asleep in Haechan's arms, lulled by the gentle rhythm of the waves.

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sluttyten · 1 month ago

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mine for the taking (Raw | Part 1)

Kinktober Day 13 | Taeyong Masterlist | YangYang Masterlist | Member Masterlist

tags: zombie apocalypse au, cnc, bondage, outdoor sex, oral sex, face fucking, threesome, dirty talk, praise

length: 6194

When the world fell to shit, it took a little while before you found yourself in a safe and comfortable nest surrounded and protected by two men that you now trusted with your life.

YangYang and Taeyong were the two men responsible for your safety. They were simultaneously very different and very much alike.

Mostly what they had in common was their attraction to you.

There were some days when the streets outside your hideaway in the city grew too packed with a passing horde of zombies, so the three of you would hunker down, tiptoeing around the place in the quiet and the dark. You began to develop a sign language with each other during those times when you couldn’t speak aloud, a silent method of communication through looks, expressions, and hand gestures.

The three of you relied on each other more than you’d ever thought that you would rely on another person. Every day you were putting all of your trust in Taeyong and YangYang. You were trusting that they would come back home each evening, trusting that YangYang wouldn’t just leave you to be torn apart when you get cornered on a food run one day, trusting that Taeyong knows what he’s talking about when he tells you an admittedly disgusting way to sneak through the masses of zombies when necessary - coating yourself in their essence to mask the smell of your human life.

For months, they are only your companions. They’re the two that saved you when you’d been clinging to life on a radio tower with a pack of ten zombies trying to get you. They showed you back into the city, welcomed you into their hideaway on the third floor of an abandoned office building they’d cleared and fortified. They fed you, armed you, and gave you somewhere that finally felt safe to fall asleep in, though you were on guard for the first two weeks before you finally felt relaxed and trusting enough to fall asleep on your pallet of blankets in the office between the two they slept in.

After you find it in your heart to trust them, it doesn’t take long for your heart to start feeling other things. It’s almost as if between one day and the next you develop a crush on Taeyong. You spend an embarrassing chunk of time admiring his hands as he ties knots in a net he’s going to take down to the river for fishing. You begin to notice that he’s actually insanely handsome even though his hair has grown long and it looks a bit silly with the grown out dye-job.

And it’s not just Taeyong.

You find yourself watching YangYang too, the curl of his lips and the sly glide of his eyes as he makes a dirty joke that makes Taeyong groan but sends you into peals of laughter. You can’t peel your eyes away when YangYang takes his shirt off to sunbathe on the roof of the building one day while you’re attempting to plant a rooftop garden. You know he caught you looking half a dozen times, but he doesn’t comment, just smiles brightly.

They’re just your companions, just your survival buddies until one evening when that changed.

An afternoon supply run ran a little long. The convenience store Taeyong led the three of you to was beside a pharmacy, and beside that was a bookstore, and on the other side of that was another store, and your trio just kept finding reasons to look through each shop as if this was nothing more than just a day out shopping with friends before the fall of the civilized world.

But you went into a whole row of shops, only realizing how long you were taking once the sky outside began to fill in with dense black storm clouds

Evening came early that day, and with it came a downpour, lightning and thunder.

The three of you shoved your discoveries into your bags, and you ran back through the city to your office building. Halfway there, you ran headfirst into a pack of swirling, confused zombies milling about in the storm.

YangYang strikes first as you try to untangle yourself from the zombie you ran into. His machete shears straight through a skull, spattering you with gore. You push away the corpse, reaching for your knife.

There are more zombies than you first realized as more of them keep pouring out of the surrounding buildings and side streets.

Taeyong fights at your side, his arm constantly swinging as he lands hits with a crowbar, his other hand fast with a knife as secondary protection.

The three of you fight your way through the zombies as lightning flashes and thunder booms, and still the rain pours down. You’re cold and soaked to the bone by the time you shove the last zombie off the end of your blade. It splashes to the ground, and you find yourself laughing as you tilt your face up to the sky, feeling the rain wash away the remnants of the fight from your skin.

YangYang laughs too, both of you filled with adrenaline now after the fight for your lives, and Taeyong just grabs you both to resume the run back to the office building.

You’re still buzzing as you make it inside your safe haven. YangYang is just as excited, recalling his favorite parts of that battle, telling you and Taeyong how cool you both looked, his favorite close call. Taeyong had concealed his excitement until you were all safely inside, but now his energy is apparent too. All three of you are just filled with high energy and nowhere to expend it.

Until the wild, racy thought hits you.

You kiss Taeyong, and not wanting YangYang to feel left out, you drag him closer by the belt loops. He fits against your side, and with Taeyong along your front, you feel warm and safe between them.

Taeyong kisses you like he’s been waiting for this moment, taking full advantage of the opportunity to kiss you deeply.

YangYang squirms, complaining for you to let him go or let him have a turn, which was your goal all along.

When you detach from Taeyong’s mouth, YangYang quickly sweeps in to take over.

You claim, in the moment, that you’re just trying to burn off energy, that they both have energy to burn off too, so this just makes sense for all three of you to be together like this. As you break YangYang’s kiss, as you step back and take each of them by the hand, as you guide them along with you to the convenient bathroom equipped with a shower, you think that it would just feel wrong to leave one of them out, so having them both just makes sense.

All three of you shower off together in the cramped shower stall. The water is cold, but at least there’s still running water. Besides, the combination of Taeyong and YangYang’s hands and lips serve to keep you warm.

The shower serves an actual purpose, not just an excuse to get naked. The three of you scrub away the grime and gore, using a spearmint scented bar of soap which you’re grateful for so when you bury your face against YangYang’s chest while Taeyong fingers you to orgasm all you can smell is delightfully fresh spearmint.

And after the shower, the three of you pile into the office Taeyong’s using as his room, falling onto the bed he’d hauled up here in the early days of his and YangYang’s residence.

The three of you spend hours that first night, taking each other apart, learning each other's bodies. YangYang luckily had snagged a box of condoms during one of your shop stops earlier, and you definitely took advantage of them that night.

Following that night, it’s just a thing between the three of you. You don’t really talk about it.

Some nights you spend with Taeyong, some with YangYang. Occasionally both.

After YangYang twists his ankle badly during a supply run with Taeyong, you sleep all together on Taeyong’s bed again. When you fall ill with a cough and brutal headache and chills, they both stay by your side, nursing you back to health.

Is it a relationship? You couldn’t say. Is there any use to labeling things like this during the apocalypse? Maybe this is just convenience for all three of you. You’re the only woman around for them to fuck, they’re the only men for you, so it makes sense that you would just fall into each others arms. If you were in a larger community with more options, would they still choose you? Would they still want to share you? You’re pretty sure that you would still want them, both of them.

This convenient thing continues for months. This throuple not-relationship thing you have going on.

And still you question from time to time if YangYang and Taeyong are only doing this with you because it’s convenient, though neither of them ever complains about having to share you with the other, but maybe that’s because you’ve learned to split your time between them pretty evenly, and because in this apocalyptic world they’ve just learned to share resources, even if the resource in question is your pussy.

But sometimes you forget to question things. Sometimes you just simply enjoy being wanted and wanting them.

Sometimes YangYang will find an excuse to come up to the rooftop when you’re on night watch patrolling up there, and even though he should be sleeping, he sits up there with you and talks and keeps you warm and stargazes with you and he calls it romantic.

Sometimes Taeyong will scavenge some canned food and he’ll do his best to prepare it in a way that’s not just canned food warmed over a fire and poured in a bowl. He’ll make it as fancy as he can, serve it to you at the desk in his office bedroom with candlelight and a little bit of a bottle of wine he recovered from an apartment he searched.

They do these little special romantic things for you, yet still you question things.

And then there’s the less romantic, more sexy type of things they spring on you. Kinks they want to try. Scenarios they’d like to play out with you. One evening when you’ve just a very satisfying romp with the two of them, Taeyong tells you that he’s always wanted to try bondage, YangYang then confesses an interest in some dubious consent roleplay (his face red as he admits it), and you tell them that you’ve never tried either of those but you’d be willing to try, as long as they’d be into some exhibitionism with you too.

Taeyong tests out the bondage thing a bit one morning when you wake in his bed with your arms bound to the headboard, Taeyong sitting there watching you and waiting for you to wake. He fucks you roughly, making you moan loud enough to wake up YangYang in the other room.

YangYang tries a taste of the dubious consent roleplay immediately following that, sneaking into the shower with you, fucking you against the shower wall with his hand over your mouth so your cries of pleasure won’t alert Taeyong.

Your request of exhibitionism is a little more difficult to achieve. You’d always been a little intrigued by the idea of sexual things in a public space, performing whatever act it may be nearby people, of maybe getting caught. The “other people” and “getting caught” aspects of that interest was rather difficult to achieve in this apocalyptic landscape where you hadn’t seen another living person outside of YangYang and Taeyong in months.

But one day you find a close way to achieve what you want and pair it with Taeyong and YangYang’s kinks as well.

For no other reason than your idea, you head out into the woods outside the city.

From the moment you leave the office building, you’re already in the role you’ve chosen for yourself today: lonely girl, easy victim.

You travel by yourself through the streets, avoiding zombies as you see them, and soon you’re wandering under the trees. There are dozens of abandoned camps out here, so partially your excuse for being out here is to scavenge what you can from the remains of these camps, but more than that, your goal is to get captured.

You haven’t heard either Taeyong or YangYang behind you on your journey out to the woods, but you know they’re there. That’s the plan, anyway. You listen for any signs of movement under the trees, whether it be from either of them trailing you, a stranger who you would actually hate to stumble upon, or a zombie.

But your shadow moves quietly through the woods, more quietly than you. You don’t hear him upon you until it’s too late.

Taeyong holds his knife to your throat, and with his lips to your cheek, he tells you not to move. You hold perfectly still even as he moves the blade away, as he pulls out a blindfold and covers your eyes with it, fastening it behind your head.

“Don’t move,” he warns you again, then adds on, “You’re going to make perfect zombie bait, pretty girl.”

A thrill races through you.

His hands run over your body, groping at your tits and your ass, and then Taeyong begins undressing you, pulling your jacket off, dragging your sweater and the shirt beneath over your head, he tugs your pants down around your ankles, then he takes your clothes away, leaving you standing there blindfolded and naked in the woods.

But this time you hear the crunch of his footsteps on the leaves and fallen branches as he returns. Taeyong’s familiar breathing pattern as he cups your tits in his hands again, circling his thumbs around your hard nipples. Your core is hot, wetness growing between your thighs.

“So pretty,” Taeyong coos. “Hold out your arms, little lamb. You’re so innocent, so obedient.”

You hold both your arms out, and a moment later, You feel the rough scratch of rope against your wrists as he wraps rope around them, tying it tightly but not too tight, winding it around them so it holds firm.

“Don’t move,” he warns again, and then he’s walking away. You listen closely, shivering as the cool, damp breeze blows over your bare skin. You can hear the scrabbling sound of his feet seeking purchase, and you realize he’s climbing the tree a few feet away from where you stand. You can feel the light tugs on the rope around your wrists, and as you stand there, unmoving, just listening, there’s suddenly a hard jerk on the rope, and your wrists are hauled up above your head.

It’s just to the point of discomfort, shy of pain. He ties the rope around a branch above your head, leaving your arms suspended above you while your feet remain planted on the ground.

Taeyong slides back to the ground, feet dully hitting the earth a few feet to your left.

“You look so pretty like this,” Taeyong says, his hand gliding over your bare ass. “Left out here in the open.”

You squirm, a whine falling from your lips before you can help it. “Please, let me go,” you beg, though truly there’s nothing you want less.

Taeyong tsks, patting your bottom again. “I think not. Let’s see how long you can last.”

You hear the crunch of leaves underfoot as he walks away.

You stand there, squirming and shivering, feeling the burn in your arms and wrists. And you know Taeyong is standing only a few feet away, likely leaning back against a tree and watching the way that you’re rubbing your thighs together, the way that your nipples stand at attention. Because you’re turned on. And Taeyong has known you intimately for long enough now to be able to read the signs.

You cry out for help, and it doesn’t take long for your cries to draw attention.

You hear shuffling footsteps behind you, and for a moment your blood runs cold. But Taeyong doesn’t move from his position watching you, and you know that if you were truly in danger, he would jump into action.

No, this might sound like a zombie shuffling towards you, drawn closer by your struggling and cries.

YangYang’s hands land on your hips.

“Looks like you’ve got a hungry taker,” Taeyong teases.

YangYang moans, sounding disturbingly similar to a zombie as he leans closer, the heat of his body so nice against your cool skin. His mouth closes over your shoulder, and he bites.

You gasp, jerking against the rope holding your hands up, twitching in YangYang’s hands. He holds tighter. His tongue traces over the marks left by his teeth, driving heat to rush down to your belly, pooling between your thighs.

YangYang rocks forward against your ass, and he’s so hard, sliding his clothes cock between your bare ass cheeks. You twist, but he holds your hips tight, fingernails digging lightly against your skin, and he bites down on your shoulder again. He presses your hips back against him as he rocks forward again.

“Please, please!” You beg, needing more than just this teasing.

He grinds forward against your ass again before pulling back with a moan. You start to spin, the rope twisting you around by your wrists so you’re facing the opposite direction you’d just been.

YangYang’s hands on your hips stop your movement, and then you feel him moving, the soft rush of air as he drops to his knees.

God, how dearly you wish you could see this. YangYang on his knees for you on the forest floor.

His hands caress your thighs, and then he’s pushing them apart, and there’s his mouth. Hot against your pussy, YangYang devours you like he’s starving for you, like the taste of your wetness on his tongue is all he needs for survival.

You arch against his mouth, your feet leaving the ground. YangYang’s arms go around the backs of your thighs, holding you aloft as he licks you out. Your arms and wrists burn, but you barely feel it as YangYang sucks at your clit, as he plunges his tongue inside you, as he moans hungrily against you.

The sounds that spill out of you now, you can’t even pretend like they’re sounds of protest to go along with this scenario. You’re enjoying this too much, moaning loudly as YangYang bites your thigh, as he thumbs at your clit while fucking his tongue inside you.

“You need to quiet down,” Taeyong says suddenly right behind you, his lips to your ear. “Before you draw some zombies that actually want to eat you and not just eat you out.”

The blindfold is suddenly yanked down from your eyes, turned into a gag as Taeyong stuffs it in your mouth.

Your eyes water at the sudden brightness around you, but you blink away the tears to look down at YangYang.

His eyes flick up to yours for a moment, a sweet moan pressed to your pussy before his eyes flutter shut again. You want to dig your fingers in his hair, angle his mouth against you just a little better, but instead you just have to twist your fingers around the rope holding you up, and you try to rock your hips against his face.

Taeyong chuckles behind you, and his hands come around to steady your hips. “Now, now. Here I thought you were pretty innocent, but you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?”

To answer, you rock your hips against YangYang’s face again, and you moan into the fabric stuffed in your mouth.

Taeyong’s hands slide up to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to whine and jerk around. Your wrists tug against the rope. YangYang’s mouth works magic against your pussy, and you’re right there on the brink of orgasm when Taeyong drags you away from YangYang’s mouth.

Your toes drag the ground, and you scream into the gag, tears streaming down your face. You were so close to cumming! Why did he pull you away from that?

“My turn.” Taeyong kisses just behind your ear.

Again, you’re spun around to face him, your wrists caught tight in the rope. Taeyong faces you, holding your gaze for a moment, searching for any sign that you’re ready for them to stop. But you’re good. If they stop now is when you’re going to have a problem.

“Shit.” YangYang groans behind you, and you turn your head just enough to see him walking off, heading straight for a zombie that’s staggered around a tree some distance off, definitely drawn by the sounds you’ve been making.

Taeyong grabs your chin, turning your head back to face him. “Think you can handle more, sweetheart?”

You nod.

Some distance away, you hear the thump as YangYang puts down the zombie, and then he jogs back over to where he’s left you and Taeyong. “Can’t we share, man? I found her, I should get to have her, right?”

Taeyong’s gaze lowers to your lips around the gag. “Technically speaking, I found her first. So she should be mine for the taking.” His thumb draws along your bottom lip, and he says, “But I think I can be convinced to share. I bet she looks so pretty with her lips around my cock while she’s fucked from behind.”

Oh, you know you are. And you know Taeyong knows it too, as that’s one of his favored positions when he and YangYang share you back in your shelter.

“Yeah, man,” YangYang encourages, “You fuck her mouth, I’ll take her cunt.”

You grow wetter hearing them talk about you like you’re not really here, and YangYang using cunt just sounds dirtier, makes you feel a little less like this was something that you’d planned on happening.

Taeyong’s still trying to read your eyes when YangYang takes you by the hips, pulling your ass back towards him. You feel the brush of his cock against your pussy before you’re jerked forward again. Taeyong’s taken hold of the rope above your hands, tugging you forward by it.

You whimper into the gag.

Taeyong twists his fingers in the gag, dragging it out of your mouth so it falls around your neck. Before he can even say anything, you lurch forward and kiss him. Taeyong immediately falls into the kiss, pressing in, kissing you back.

YangYang takes advantage of the moment, and he rolls his hips forward once again, this time succeeding in fitting his cock into you. You moan into Taeyong’s kiss, wishing that you could clutch at his shoulders for balance when YangYang starts fucking you, not holding back, nearly knocking you off your feet with the force of his thrusts.

Taeyong breaks the kiss, unleashing your moans into the woods. Your cries echo through the trees, no doubt catching the attention of every creature – living and dead – that is wandering these woods.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need you to quiet down before you bring all the dead down upon us.” Taeyong again tugs on the rope holding your arms aloft, but this time he’s just tugging down.

To your surprise, the rope comes loose from the branch overhead, and Taeyong grabs your arms as they numbly fall. Your wrists are still bound together, and he takes advantage of that, bringing your bound hands to the front of his pants.

He doesn’t have to give you any instruction, you start undoing the buckles of his weaponry belt as well as the belt actually holding his pants up. Taeyong groans and knots his fingers in your hair. YangYang’s hips smack forward against your ass, nearly knocking your forward into Taeyong, who hisses as your cool fingers reach inside his pants and bring his cock out into the open.

“Fuck, fuck,” YangYang moans, slamming you back down onto his cock. “Love hitting it raw, baby. You’re so warm and tight, so perfect and soft.”

You never let either of them fuck you without a condom. The idea of any unnecessary complications arising when you’ve found perfectly good boxes of condoms seems like a stupid mistake. But today, in this scenario, you’re allowing it.

The next time that YangYang thrusts into you, you push forward with your mouth going right around Taeyong’s cock.

Now it’s Taeyong that moans, low and deep from within his chest.

You love the taste of his cock, the weight of him on your tongue. His hand in your hair presses you all the way down until his cock is hitting the back of your throat, until you’re gagging around him with your nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock.

YangYang pulls you back by your hips, burying his cock in your pussy.

“She has such a sweet cunt, man. Maybe you should try this next.” YangYang smacks his hand against your ass. “She’s so wet, you’d think she wanted to be fucked out here in the middle of the woods.” Which was exactly what you wanted, exactly why you were enjoying this so much, and you’re glad that it seems that both of them are enjoying it too.

You slurp at Taeyong’s cock, drooling around him, using your bound hands to stroke what you don’t have in your mouth. Taeyong yanks at your hair, rocking forward at the same time, gagging you once again on his cock.

“Her mouth’s pretty good too. She keeps choking around me, drooling for me.” Taeyong hisses as you accidentally scrape your teeth along his shaft. “Pretty good for an innocent little lamb we found out here wandering alone in the woods.”

They pass you back and forth for a little while. YangYang pulling you back on his cock, Taeyong pulling forward to take his whole cock down your throat. Your head is spinning in the best possible way, eyes watering and mouth drooling, wrists still burning from being bound in rope, and your knees are wobbling and legs aching.

“Maybe we take her home with us,” YangYang says, reaching up to wrap his hand in your hair, pulling you backwards off of Taeyong’s cock, using his hold on you to keep you in place while he rapidly thrusts into you a few times. “Keep her around to fuck. I bet she’ll be good for us, the best cunt left in this world. Gonna let us do what we like with her, take her however we want, let us cum in her however much we need to as long as we keep her safe from the zombies for another day.”

For a brief moment amidst your lust-hazed brain, the thought breaks through that what YangYang’s saying could be true. Is that what they’re doing with you? Fucking around with you because you’re around, knowing that you’ll be down to let them do whatever because you know they offer you a layer of protection from the zombies?

Taeyong’s hand is suddenly there, gentle on your cheek. “Look at me,” he commands. “And YangYang, stop.”

You lift your wet gaze up to his face.

YangYang’s thrusts slow and then stop, but he stays inside you, hands on your hips.

Your hands are braced on Taeyong’s stomach, and he reaches down for them, slipping the fingers of one hand into yours; you hold on tight.

“That’s not true, what he’s saying,” Taeyong reassures you quietly. “I can tell that’s what you’re thinking. That’s not the case, I promise. He’s just trying to talk dirty.” He casts a look behind you to YangYang who’s rhythm stutters. “We’ve always liked having you around, even before sex was on the table. If you told us to stop right now, if you said that you never wanted either of us to touch you again, then that would be okay. Don’t think we keep you around for sex, that’s literally not a part of it at all.”

“Shit, I’m sorry!” YangYang apologizes, leaning around, trying to see your face without pulling out of you. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby, please, believe me.”

You believe him. You believe both of them, and you’re grateful to hear them saying as much. You squeeze Taeyong’s fingers, you blink away the tears rising in your eyes, and you push your hips back down to fully take YangYang’s cock back inside you.

“I’m good.” You breathe in deeply. “We can keep going.”

Taeyong smiles, leaning down to kiss you briefly.

YangYang resumes fucking into you at his brutal pace, his thrusts growing more erratic as he nears his climax. Taeyong pulls your mouth down around his cock again, and you let your mind go blank and blissfully hazy as they each use you.

Perhaps YangYang’s hands are a little more gentle on your hips now than they were before. Maybe Taeyong’s combing his fingers through your hair rather than just yanking on it. You get lost in the push and the pull, the constant state of either being filled or of tasting cock and sweat on your tongue.

“Oh, shit,” YangYang moans after another few minutes, pumping into you quickly. “Baby, where do you want me to cum? Shit, I’m so close.”

Taeyong lets your mouth slip off his cock, and your voice is raspy from the abuse of his cock down your throat as you tell YangYang, “In me. You can cum in me just this once.”

The other day you found a box of Plan B at the pharmacy that miraculously hadn't expired yet. You could take the risk today, take the pill when you get home.

YangYang leaves one hand on your hip, the other flies to your hair, once again roughly pulling so he can hear you cry out, the sound a guttural moan as he plants himself as deeply inside you as he can when he cums.

“Now, take care of Taeyong, slut.” YangYang’s still pulsing inside you, still rolling his hips to get the most of the feeling of you around him, and he uses the hand in your hair to push your mouth back down around Taeyong. “That’s right, like a good girl, take his cock.”

You put your all into sucking Taeyong off, and he and YangYang work together to fuck your throat around his cock. Both of them have hands in your hair, and you just keep moaning and whining and choking, tears pouring down your cheeks, and you hope you look as much a fucked out mess as you feel.

Taeyong cums without warning, groaning as he spills down your tongue, across your tongue, shooting a last few streaks of cum across your lips and chin.

You’re fully crying now, not because you’re upset, but because you want to cum so much that you’re just beginning to feel overwhelmed by it all. You feel like after having your orgasm torn away earlier on YangYang’s tongue, you’ve been teetering on the verge of it, unable to quite tip over the edge.

YangYang pulls you upright, your back pressed to his chest, his cock still buried inside you. He bites down on your shoulder again, scattering bites and kisses, leaving hickeys in an alternating pattern across your shoulders and your neck.

Taeyong presses up against your front, his softening cock against your belly, his hand knotted in your hair as he crushes his mouth to yours, kissing away the taste of himself from your lips and tongue. And then he slides his free hand down between your bodies.

You cry out sharply when Taeyong’s fingers find your clit.

He kisses you again to quiet you down, swirling his fingers on your clit.

“Come on, baby,” YangYang murmurs against your neck. “Cum on my cock, baby. Cum for Taeyong. You’ve been so good for us today. You can cum now.”

His cock is still inside you, still half-hard. He shallowly thrusts a few times, and held now at this angle, with Taeyong stroking your clit, you’re getting the perfect stimulation both inside and outside.

Taeyong moans as he licks his cum out of your mouth, his fingers sparking lightning along your every nerve ending. YangYang gasps as your pussy clenches around him, as your orgasm finally unleashes.

You feel like you’re falling over the edge, the ground disappearing from beneath you in the best way. Like you’re flying or floating. Your whole body is alight with the high of your orgasm, tingling and warm, and covered in the two men.

YangYang cums weakly again as your pussy massages his cock. Your nails drag along Taeyong’s stomach. You break the kiss with him, flopping your head down onto his shoulder.

You feel utterly boneless, and it’s only their hands and the way they’ve got you between them that is keeping you upright.

“You did so good, sweetheart,” Taeyong tells you, resting his cheek against your head. “This was so good, so hot.”

“Maybe we can do something like this again sometime,” YangYang suggests, sponging a kiss to the back of your neck.

You just moan softly, unable to really give voice to anything right now.

Taeyong wraps his arms around you, holding you as YangYang pulls out of you, bracing you against him to support your weight as YangYang moves over to pick up the clothes Taeyong stripped you of earlier. He’s just gathered them and taken a step back towards you, when all three of you hear the shuffle of footsteps over the underbrush.

YangYang tosses the clothes over to Taeyong, and he reaches instead for the golf club he’s been favoring as a weapon since he found it earlier this week. He heads toward the sound as Taeyong quickly tries to help you back into your clothes, which is easier said than done as you’re feeling about as sturdy as a limp noodle.

YangYang’s made it only a few steps before a figure steps around the tree you’d previously been tied to.

All three of you freeze.

It’s not a zombie, but a man.

The man’s face breaks out in a relieved smile. “Thank God, I thought I heard sounds. I was hoping to find people.”

You’re only half dressed, and if this stranger finds that odd, he doesn’t comment on it. His gaze just brushes briefly over you before looking at Taeyong, then back to YangYang. Taeyong helps you slide your sweater back on, and then your jacket. You reach for the switchblade you keep hidden in the pocket of your jacket, holding it ready if this stranger decides to attack.

Taeyong beside you refastens his pants, and you hear him pull the pistol out of his weapons belt, cocking it as he aims it at the man.

“Who are you?” He asks.

The stranger backs up, hands in the air. “Woah! I’m sorry! I’ve just been looking for people for ages. I lost my group about a month ago, I’ve been on my own since then, looking for a community.” Taeyong steps around you so that now he and YangYang stand between you and the stranger, who takes a faltering step backwards at Taeyong’s advance. With a wide-eyed look of innocence, the newcomer exclaims, “I’m Mark!”

Neither Taeyong nor YangYang lower their weapons.

Maybe you’re too quick to trust, but looking at this guy – at Mark – you think that he must be telling the truth. You place a hand on Taeyong’s arm, and with a glance over his shoulder at you, he lowers the gun.

“Where do you come from?” YangYang asks. “What have you been doing since the world fell to shit?”

YangYang doesn’t lower his golf club. You don’t actually let go of your switchblade. Taeyong keeps a hand on his pistol although he has reholstered it. But you at least put on a more relaxed face as you listen to this Mark guy provide answers.

You notice he keeps looking at you, and you’re sure YangYang notices too because after a few moments, he shifts just right to block you from Mark’s view.

But Mark answers all of the questions the three of you ask him. He easily hands over the only weapon he’s got – a heavy staff – and consents to YangYang patting him down and checking his belongings.

“I’m being honest,” Mark says as YangYang runs his hands down Mark’s sides beneath his jacket. “I’ve just been looking for a place to belong, people to be around, a place to be able to rest at night without the worry of being caught unaware by zombies, people to watch my back, food to eat, a place to bathe.”

You squeeze Taeyong’s arm, and he shares a quick look with you that tells you he’s thinking the same thing as you.

You’ll trust this guy for now, bring him into the office building. You’ll keep an eye on him, like you’re sure he and YangYang did when they first found you. You’ll grow this little family of yours by one, and it’ll all be okay.

a/n: originally this was supposed to be Day 10, just supposed to be Taeyong and y/n was going to be a spy infiltrating other communities to steal resources, but since I skipped a couple days, I decided to combine day 10 with day 12 which was YangYang with a mild zombie play kink, and somehow this was born.

And then in the process of searching for a gif to use for this post, I found it's almost impossible to find one gif of YangYang and Taeyong, and the only one I could find that had both of them also had Mark since it was a New Axis stage performance, and I decided to maybe include Mark in this fun as a little twist there at the end, but using that gif at the top of the post would be misleading since he's not really a part of the smut.

If you notice any errors or if you feel I should include some more tags/content warnings, please let me know!

I hope you enjoyed! Reblogs are deserving of my eternal gratitude, likes are greatly appreciated, and your thoughts and comments are always welcome!

#taeyong #yangyang #taeyong smut #yangyang smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #wayv smut #wayv #nct 127 #nct #for the image instead of a gif up top: do you know how difficult it is to find a gif of taeyong and yangyang together?

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