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xofanfics · 10 months ago

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Lost For Words - Part V

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

Genre: angst, fluff, smut 🥺🤗🥵

Pairing: Reader x Kun // Reader x Taeyong

Word Count: 5.7K

You were awake but didn’t open your eyes. You’d left the curtains open, you realized. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, bracing yourself for the light. Your eyes snapped open as you were met with the image of a naked Taeyong fast asleep in your bed. If you weren’t awake before, you were certainly wide awake now.

You looked around the room in horror as you recalled the events of the previous night. You replayed the night in your mind, as if it were a film, and how you took your clothes off and how Taeyong ended up between your legs and inside you. And you had the audacity to throb at the thought of him, a wave of guilt washing over you.

The vibration coming from the nightstand startled you, bringing you back to your harsh reality. Your hands felt a little shaky as you reached for your phone. Without even having to look, you knew it was Kun. Your heart pounded in your chest as you answered the call, your voice trembling slightly.

"Hey, babe," Kun's voice greeted you, laced with concern. "I didn't hear back from you last night, so I wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?"

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. You were anything but okay. You were confused, in a daze, and filled to the brim with guilt and remorse. The thought of confessing the truth and his disappointment sent a fresh wave of guilt to crash over you.

"I'm just a little hungover," you said, a half truth. "I think I might take a painkiller and go back to sleep for a little while.”

"Oh, okay," Kun replied, his voice laced with understanding. He chuckled. "I told you to make sure you drank some water to avoid a hangover! Anyway, just call me when you wake up, alright? I can bring you something to eat later."

"Okay, I will.”

Your heart was heavy with the weight of your lies as you hung up the phone. Taeyong stirred beside you, rolling onto his side. He was awake now and you weren’t sure how much of the conversation he’d heard.

“Good morning,” he said, so casually, as if this was all normal to him. He leaned on his elbow, propping himself up to smile at you.

“Uh, good morning,” you said, with a weak attempt at a smile. You were becoming hyper aware of the fact that you were naked, pulling the sheets over your bare breasts. “We need to talk about last night…”

“Okay,” he said, sitting up in the bed, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “What about last night?”

You took a deep breath, not quite sure what you were going to say. “Last night shouldn’t have happened. It was a mistake.”

Taeyong’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I have a boyfriend, Taeyong,” you said, not sure why you had to explain. “We shouldn’t have had sex.”

“You have a boyfriend, sure,” he said, “but you made your choice. We’re both adults.”

His words stung, a sharp reminder of the mess you had created. You hadn't intended to hurt Kun, but your actions had spoken louder than words.

"I know," you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. "I just... I don't know what I was thinking."

Taeyong sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He reached out and gently cupped your face in his hands, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through your body. "I know, Y/N," he said, his voice soft and laced with understanding. He tilted your head toward his, looking you in your eyes. "But we can't go back now."

His words hung in the air, a reminder of the reality before you. You had crossed a line and there was no turning back. You hesitated, your mind torn between regret and desire. Taeyong leaned in closer, his lips not quite touching yours. You could feel his breath warm against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you really think kissing me that day was a mistake?" he asked, his voice laced with longing. "I made love to you last night, Y/N…You’re telling me that was a mistake? You regret that?"

You stared into his eyes, your own filled with a rather strong cocktail of confusion, regret, and desire. You felt torn between the guilt of your actions and the connection you shared with Taeyong. Words didn’t come.

He wasn’t wrong. Last night, you made a choice - a choice that you would have to live with and figure out how to navigate. And choices had their consequences.

You leaned into his touch and it wasn’t long before his lips met yours in a passionate kiss. You responded, your lips melting against his, your bodies pressing together, silently accepting the onward battle. The weight of your guilt and regret slowly melted away, replaced by these new feelings for Taeyong. In that moment, you were lost in Taeyong’s intoxicating embrace as you found yourself on top of him again, sinking onto his already-hard length.

Taeyong stepped out of your apartment building, the warm afternoon air washing over his face. He could still smell the lingering scent of your perfume on the collar of his shirt, along with the memory of your touch. With each step, he felt his heart ache in his chest. His emotions were all over the place and, after sleeping with you twice, they’d intensified.

You made a choice and he had, too. The two of you made those choices together. He had no regrets. He replayed the events of the last night and this morning in his mind; your sweet moans and your tender touch, your whispers in his ear and his seed dripping from inside you.

A wave of longing washed over him. He craved your presence, your laughter, your touch, not just your body. He wanted more; he wanted to see you whenever he wanted, he wanted to touch you. He wished he could be the one you came home to, the one who you shared your hopes and dreams with and the one who wrapped his arms around you whenever you were upset.

The connection he had with you was so intense, unlike anything he had ever felt before. But Taeyong couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He knew that your relationship was complicated and he was entangled with you, in a web of lies and hidden desires. The thought of sharing you with another man was a bitter pill to swallow, a jealousy that gnawed at his insides. But he had to keep his composure if he didn’t want to lose you, too.

After all, you weren’t his to have in the first place.

As the hot water rippled down your body, you closed your eyes, trying to wash away the guilt that clung to you like a second skin. The memory of your actions with Taeyong haunted you, each droplet of water a constant reminder of the sins you had committed. You scrubbed your skin hard, as if you could erase the memory of Taeyong's touch. You longed for the cleansing power of water to somehow make you pure again, to wash away the stain of infidelity that marked your conscience.

The weight of guilt remained following a shower. Wrapped tightly in your towel, you moved through your apartment with a sense of urgency, cleaning and airing it out, trying to erase any and every trace of Taeyong's presence. You changed your sheets, replacing them with fresh, clean ones, hoping to remove the lingering scent of his cologne. You sprayed air freshener and opened the window, hoping to remove the smell of sex in the air. Every movement, every action, was fueled by a desperate need to erase the evidence of your wild night.

You took the Plan B that Taeyong went to get for you, chugging the pill down with water, as if that could undo things, as if it was a chance at redemption. The very last thing you needed was to end up pregnant and have no idea if the baby was Kun’s or Taeyong’s. You threw the empty box in the trash and took out the garbage, getting rid of the evidence.

Not long after, the doorbell rang. You opened the door, revealing the man you’d betrayed with a container of soup. He kissed you on your lips on his way inside. “Hey babe. I thought about making you that Chinese soup you like but I was feeling a little lazy so I just bought you some chicken soup.”

You nodded with a weak smile. “Thank you…Were you up late working?”

“Yeah,” he said, placing the bag on the counter. He started sifting through the bags so that you could eat. “I went to sleep around two. What time did you get back?”

“Maybe around 12:30,” you answered, “I fell asleep earlier than I thought. I’m sorry I didn’t text you back.”

He shook his head. “No need to apologize. I know you were fine. Do you want to eat now?”

You nodded. Your energy levels were really low and, Kun being here when you were grinding on Taeyong’s dick a couple of hours ago, didn’t help the situation. As you ate, Kun carried the conversation. He talked about the housewarming last night and how nice Taeyong was and that he could see us getting along. He talked about how work went and how his juniors were slacking. You were only half there, hearing him and trying your best to look engaged.

"Is there anything else on your mind?" he asked gently, his hand reaching out to touch yours reassuringly.

Caught off guard by his question, you hesitated. Of course there was something else on your mind. You couldn’t stop thinking about Taeyong or what the two of you did. Of course, you couldn’t tell him any of it. "No, it's just the hangover," you repeated, as if trying to convince yourself of your own lie. “I think the food will help.”

Kun nodded slowly, seemingly accepting your explanation. “Wanna watch a movie? Sounds like the perfect lazy Sunday before we have to go to work tomorrow..”

Work. That was the last place that you wanted to be. You’d have to confront reality somehow and face Taeyong in real life and real-time. Would things be awkward? Would Taeyong treat you differently? You didn’t take him for a man that would put you or his job at risk, but you weren’t sure how this would go. You’d opened up a door that couldn’t be shut so easily.

It was your fault, truth be told. You weren’t perfect but, still, you couldn’t bring yourself to say that being with Taeyong was a mistake. You didn’t have any regrets when it came to him. You just regretted how it all came to be. You wished that this had happened at a time when you were single. Then, things would be okay, and these decisions didn’t have to weigh so heavily on your mind.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking away the empty containers. “Do you wanna pick this time?”

So, you tried to get back into normalcy by watching a movie with the man you were supposed to be in a relationship with.

The next day at work, you found yourself glancing over at Taeyong every so often, a knot of guilt tightening in your stomach with each glance. His presence was a constant reminder of the sins you had committed, a secret that weighed heavily on your conscience.

Taeyong, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by the tension between you. He continued to greet you with his usual warm smile and engaging conversation, even going so far as to brush against your hands in passing moments. You tried to avoid his touch, to maintain a professional distance, but his subtle touches made you question whether or not you were overthinking.

The workday dragged on, each minute dragging on as you sat with your conflicting emotions. You longed for the day to end, to escape your team, along with the weight of your guilt.

Finally, the clock struck five, signaling the end of your workday. As you gathered your belongings and headed out of the office, you picked up your phone to see a text from Taeyong.

Taeyong [5:01PM] : Can you meet me at Hidden Moon Bar?

He sent a link and it was a five minute walk from the office. You texted back, agreeing. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite ignore Taeyong or pretend that what happened didn’t happen.

You said your goodbyes and left first. As you walked, you wondered how the conversation would go. All you knew was that this couldn’t continue. You had cheated on Kun, yes, but it would be better to stop now before things got out of control. You just needed to stand your ground and not get tempted to go back on what you wanted to say.

You sat down at the bar, deciding that you definitely needed a drink to have this conversation. A moment later, you had a glass of Pinot Noir in your hand. After a few gulps, you felt much better about things.

“Hey Y/N,” said a familiar voice from behind you. So casually, Taeyong took a seat on the barstool next to you. It wasn’t crowded, thankfully, as the happy hour crowds hadn’t made it just yet. “What are you drinking?”

"Hey," you said, your voice laced with a hint of nervousness. “I got Pinot Noir.”

Taeyong called over the bartender to say, “Can I have a glass of Pinot Noir, too?” He took out his wallet, pulling out his credit card. “You can put mine and hers on this card. Thanks!”

You nodded. “Thanks.”

He said, “No problem. Well, anyway, we should talk about what happened, right?”

“Yeah, um, what we're doing, what we did…it's not right. We shouldn't be doing this, Taeyong. We're coworkers, and it's too complicated. I think you should date other people, seriously."

He looked at you, without saying a word. He didn’t say anything for a long time, to the point where you began to feel a little awkward. He sighed and took a sip of the wine the bartender had just placed in front of him. He took a long swig and put the glass down before turning back to you. "Y/N, dating other people isn't going to change how I feel about you. I can't just turn off these emotions. Trust me, I've tried, but it's not that easy."

You sighed, realizing the depth of the situation. "Taeyong, you deserve someone who can really be with you. Someone you don’t have to sneak around with. It's not fair to you."

He leaned back in the chair, studying your face. "You think I want just anyone? I want you, Y/N. And I understand it's complicated…”

You shook your head, feeling the weight of responsibility. "It's not just about us; it's about my boyfriend, our jobs, everything. I can't just throw it all away."

"I get it, Y/N. I do. But I can't deny what I feel. I can't just pretend that we didn’t kiss, that we didn’t have sex, that we’re just nothing.”

You said, "Taeyong, I care about you, but we can't keep going down this path. It's only going to get more complicated."

He leaned a little closer. "What if I don't want to date other people? What if I just want to be with you, even if it's complicated?"

You closed your eyes, feeling the weight of the situation. "Taeyong, we can’t…"

He sighed, a mixture of frustration and sadness in his expression. "I can't promise that my feelings will just disappear. But if you think it's the right thing to do and that this is what you want, I'll respect your decision."

The office clock ticked down to 5:00 PM, signaling the end of yet another busy week. As people began gathering their belongings and preparing to leave, Kevin turned to the group with a grin. "Hey, is anyone up for dinner tonight?" he asked, shutting his laptop. “I have no plans. Someone please say yes.”

A few heads nodded in agreement, while others declined, letting him know that they already had plans. Attention was on Taeyong now, as he hadn’t responded.

"I can’t. I have a date tonight," Taeyong announced, in a light, casual tone.

While your coworkers laughed and teased, a pang of jealousy coursed through your body. A date? Already?

Hina, turning off her monitor, stood up from her chair. "Is this the first date?"

Taeyong nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah," he answered. "Seolyun gave me a suggestion for a steakhouse so I’m going to take her there. Supposed to be pretty good."

You recalled your recent conversation with Taeyong last week, where you had encouraged him to see other people. That meant that dates were a thing. You felt jealousy and regret, realizing you weren't as prepared for Taeyong to move on as you thought. The suggestion to date others had been a bit easier in theory than in practice. You did your best to hide your emotions, forcing a smile as you joined the others in wishing him a good time.

Kevin, always eager to add to the conversation, chimed in, "So, how did you meet her?"

"Online dating app," Taeyong replied casually. "We were texting for a while and I asked if she had any plans, so I figured why not take her out tonight?"

Seolyun, your curious coworker, couldn't resist the urge to pry. "Can we see a picture?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

Taeyong chuckled, "I'll show you if we end up dating," he teased. “I don’t wanna jinx it.”

The thought of Taeyong moving on and potentially having a new girlfriend stirred a mix of emotions within you. While you genuinely wished him the best, you couldn't deny the lingering feelings you still had for him.

As you gathered your things and prepared to leave the office, a wave of uncertainty washed over you. What was going to happen now?

Taeyong found himself staring at his reflection in the mirror, conflicted emotions playing on his face. Tonight was the night of the date he agreed to. He’d be a liar if he said that he wasn’t nervous about it. He adjusted his collar, wondering if he was making the right decision. By going on a date, he was respecting your boundaries, right?

The girl he was about to meet was pretty and she seemed genuinely nice. He didn’t know much about her yet, but he thought that maybe this could work out in his favor. But as he buttoned up his shirt, a nagging thought tugged at the edges of his mind – she wasn't you. And she never would be.

The conversation he had with you had been playing in his mind all week, like a broken record. Taeyong sighed, trying to come to terms with what you’d said. If you wanted him to see other people, he reasoned, it meant you didn't want him. He had to at least try to move on, to forget about the feelings he had for you. Yet, the mere thought of being with someone else made his heart ache.

Glancing at the clock, he realized it was time to leave. He locked eyes with his reflection, trying to give himself a pep talk. It’ll be fun, he thought, trying to reason with himself, an internal battle plaguing his heart. Just one date, he told himself. She seems to be a nice girl. Maybe we’ll hit it off.

There are more girls out there other than Y/N, Taeyong.

All of these thoughts crossed his mind but he wasn’t sure of himself. Maybe this date would be a step towards closure, a way to untangle himself from the feelings he had for you.

As he stepped out into the night, Taeyong couldn't shake the lingering doubt. Deep down, he couldn't escape the haunting question – was he truly ready to move on, or was this just a futile attempt to fill the void left by someone he couldn’t have?

The week had been long, filled with deadlines and endless meetings, so when Kevin suggested grabbing dinner and drinks to unwind, you decided to get on board. Spending time with friends seemed like a much better option than sulking at home and being trapped in wonderings about Taeyong and this mystery woman.

As you all settled into a cozy corner booth, the clinking of glasses and the hum of conversation surrounded you. The menu was passed around, each person expressing their preferences and sharing recommendations.

Seolyun scanned the cocktail menu with enthusiasm. "I heard their mojitos are really good. Anyone up for one?”

Hina, sitting beside you, offered a thoughtful smile. "I'm game. Mojitos it is."

“Speaking of mojitos, me and my cousins are planning a trip to Cuba!”

Despite the lively conversation about mojitos and travel, your thoughts drifted to Taeyong yet again. Who was this girl? What did she look like? What was her personality like? Most importantly, would Taeyong like her? Would he like her so much that he ends up in a relationship with her?

Every few minutes, you found yourself reaching for your phone to look at Taeyong’s Instagram profile. You'd refresh the page, hoping to catch a glimpse into his date, hoping to see a photo, a story, anything that would tell you where he was or what he was doing.

“Any travel plans coming up for the summer, Y/N?” asked Kevin, as he put a few pieces of pork belly onto your plate. Now, you were being forced into the conversation. And rightfully so.

“Nah, I wasn’t planning on going anywhere but I’m not going to lie, a beach trip would be amazing. Me and Hina were talking about maybe doing a weekend trip.”

“I haven’t been in years,” said Hina.

“It’ll be nice to get some seafood,” you added.

“Speaking of seafood,” chimed in Seolyun, “should we order squid to grill?”

As the night went on, you were almost filled to the brim with anxiety. No matter how good the food was or how strong your drink was, you could only think of Taeyong. The thought of him enjoying an evening out with a nameless, faceless woman filled your heart with frustration and envy.

Every notification, every vibration, every sound made your heart drop. Everytime you got a notification, you hoped that it was him and you hoped that he was thinking about you as much as you were about him. But it never was, and that hurt more than you thought it would.

As you were on the subway heading home, you realized that you basically only knew Taeyong as a friend. You hardly knew him as a lover, but you wanted to. Was he patient? Was he the type of man to give you random gifts, just because? Would he plan dates without you having to ask? Was he willing to work things out if you had a fight? You wondered what kind of man he’d be like, if you were dating.

A shower wasn’t much help either. Those thoughts didn’t disappear but they shifted to the memories of him being here with you. You thought of how hard he kissed you, how he grabbed your hands and held them down as he thrusted into you in missionary, and how deep inside you he was. It was almost as if Taeyong figured out your body and how to please you in just a night. You throbbed at the thought.

You knew you had no right to feel this upset about it. You had Kun, your loving boyfriend who was on his way right now with a bottle of the Pinot Noir that you loved. And here you were thinking about a man that you couldn’t have.

You’d invited him over before you got in the shower because you felt alone. You wanted what you couldn’t have, so you went with the next best option. It wasn’t that you didn’t love or care about Kun; you did. But Taeyong had shown you excitement that you hadn’t felt in a long time. Kun felt…safe. Taeyong felt dangerous. There was something about the thrill of it all that turned you on a little bit.

As you got out of the shower and wrapped your towel around you, you found yourself picking up your phone again. You clicked on the Instagram app for what was probably the hundredth time tonight and found that Taeyong had finally posted something — a story. You pressed your finger on Taeyong’s icon and found the photo that you’d been waiting for all night long. You held your finger down because ten seconds to view it wouldn’t be enough for you. Taeyong had taken a picture of a perfectly cooked steak, medium rare and glistening just how he liked it. The steak looked amazing, but what really caught your eye was the small bouquet of flowers across the table and the perfectly manicured hand you could see holding a steak knife in the top right corner. And to top it off, he put 5 star emojis with the location of the restaurant tagged.

You felt your eyes become hot with what you could only assume to be tears. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony, a cruel joke. Were you really upset with him when you were the one who told him to see other people? You couldn’t possibly keep up an affair with him. It was wrong and you both deserved better than to drag each other around on strings and making promises you couldn’t keep. You’d uttered those words at the time but you weren’t sure that you actually meant them. And here you were — jealous.

You heard the front door open and close, signaling your boyfriend’s arrival. Before you went out there, you needed to pull yourself together. You took a deep breath. Suddenly, you wished that you hadn’t asked for him to come over. But maybe it made sense now. Instead of being left alone with your thoughts, having company seemed like the better option.

“Babe?” he called from the kitchen.

You wiped your tears with your towel before you went out to greet him. “Hey, babe.”

Of course, he greeted you with a smile that made you feel guilty. As you got closer, he said, “You okay, Y/N? You look like you’ve been crying…”

You said, “I think it’s just my allergies.” A lie, but believable.

As you wiped away what was left of your tears, he said, “Do you need some medicine? I can go get some if you need…”

You shook your head. “I’m okay,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’d love some of that wine though.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Yeah,” you said in a low, husky voice. You kissed him back, harder this time. Kun was surprised at your forwardness and pulled you closer to him. You could feel him getting hard and, sneakily, he made your towel fall to the floor.

“I’ll pour some wine,” you said, pulling away from his embrace, and showing off your body. You could see him biting his lips as you reached into the cabinet for your wine glasses. His eyes never left you, even when he was across the room on the couch.

A moment later, you were walking toward him, wine glasses in hand to place on the side table. Then you disappeared into your bedroom and changed into the lingerie set he liked. Little did he know, he followed you and watched you as you changed.

“You look good,” he said, coming up behind you. “Are you horny, babe?”

You turned around to face him, nodding. You were met with your wine glass. You took it from him and took a long swig of the red wine. A little bit dripped down your chin as you pulled the glass away and Kun was quick to wipe it away with his thumb, slowly.

You took another sip and you watched him over the top of your glass. After you put the glass on top of your dresser, Kun pulled you close to him, pressing your body against his. You said, “So are you going to do something about it?”

You bit your lip. “Maybe…” Reaching down for his pants, you pulled them down. He was left in his boxers, his hardness poking through to give you a nice view. You heard a small groan come from his lips as you pulled those off, too, freeing him from the constraints. You ran your fingers back and forth across the head of his penis, teasing him, and watched it jump each time. You got down on your knees and took him in your mouth. You sucked his dick, nice and slow, at first. Then, you picked up the speed, drawing louder moans from your boyfriend. He put his hand on your shoulder and you knew that if you kept going he’d cum before you could get him inside you.

You pushed him back onto the bed, to his surprise, and climbed on top of him. “Take this off,” you said, referring to his shirt. You quickly helped him with the buttons and tossed the shirt to the side. He sat up and latched onto your nipple; he had easy access thanks to the lingerie, which had a small hole designated for them. He licked and nibbled on them. You screwed your eyes shut in pleasure, letting out small moans. Then, he reached down to your slit, running his fingers across it. You could tell that you were wet, partially because of the stimulation and partially because you thought of what it felt like when Taeyong touched you.

He said, “Are you ready?”

You nodded. “Fuck me, Kun.”

With that, he flipped you over onto your back. He slipped in easily and started thrusting into you right away. Your walls gripped at him tightly, making him groan. With each stroke, you could hear how wet your pussy was from that wet, squishy sound. Hearing it must’ve made him excited because he was suddenly fucking you harder, faster; it was hard to catch your breath with the feeling of your body being pounded into the mattress.

He buried his neck into yours as he thrusted in and out of him. From the way his breathing got heavier and heavier, you could tell he was close. The thought got you so excited.

“Ride it, babe,” he said, pulling out.

No words were exchanged. You just sunk down onto him with a squish. He groaned in response and let you take control. You started grinding on his dick, back and forth. Your wetness began soaking his pelvis and his lips parted in pleasure.

“That’s my good girl,” he said. “There you go.”

Hearing his voice made you throb even harder. You started going faster. It wouldn’t be long until you rode yourself into an orgasm. It wasn’t often that you found yourself having vaginal orgasms but today was the day. You could almost taste that delicious feeling building up inside you.

In the moment of your orgasm, you got lost in the movement of your hips. You allowed yourself to forget. You forgot about the guilt and the lies. You lost yourself in the feeling of Kun’s fingers digging into your hips instead.

But even as you came, a part of you couldn’t help but wonder, in the back of your mind, where Taeyong was, who he was with, and if he was thinking of you, even just a little.

But this was safe. Being here with Kun was safe.

Taeyong tossed and turned in bed that night, not able to get much quality sleep. He’d dozed off here and there, but it’d been nothing substantial. You crept into his dreams again and things were perfect. It was as if he was living in an alternate universe, one where you were single and being right or wrong didn’t matter. In the dream, you were his and he was yours. He could almost smell the scent of your perfume, almost feel your lips on his. It was a dream he didn’t want to wake up from.

Despite the content of his dreams, he had a good time on the date. Her name was Hyewol. He started the night off in the same way he would’ve wanted to with you, if he had the opportunity. He met up with her, greeting her with a small bouquet of roses. Then they walked to the restaurant together and got to know one another on the way to the restaurant. They told each other the basics: where they were from and where they worked, what schools they went to and what countries they visited, and their favorite things. Then, they enjoyed steak and wine for dinner.

He let her know that he’d like to take her on another date and, luckily for him, she was all for it. Part of him believed that maybe he could date her, that he could move on. But the truth was that she wasn’t you. So far, she was a person he could see himself with, but that wasn’t enough. Their chemistry wasn’t as strong. He could tell just by the way that he was in no hurry to kiss her.

He’d spent the past week on dating apps, hoping that the void he felt in his heart would be filled. He’d swiped through profiles, messaged other women, and he even went on a date tonight. The problem remained and it was that you couldn’t be replaced.

It was a bit dramatic, he supposed, but he felt as though he couldn’t just be friends with you. The two of you had crossed a line and it was too late to turn back now. The damage had already been done, hadn’t it? What if he just pushed forward anyway? No, he thought. He had to respect your boundaries. He couldn’t just tell you no. So he needed to figure out if you were serious about him moving on. But for now, he’d give it some time first. Maybe you’d change your mind and come to him instead.

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jinisnuggets · 3 months ago

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Networks: @starlit-network @k-library @blossomnet

He was always like this, bland and vague about almost everything.

They told you that you simply didn't understand, he was an idol and the leader of his sub-unit. He was a busy guy one way or another, of course he wouldn't be able to make much time for you and that should've been obvious.

You tried to, but your emotions and thoughts got the better of you sometimes.

“I told you darling, there's nothing to worry about.” He curled his fingers into your long strands; massaging your scalp and brushing your hair.

“I'm sorry Kun, I can't help it sometimes.” You apologized, to which he nodded and smiled at you, shaking his head in reassurance.

“I guess I should admit to my mistakes. I've been so busy that I haven't been able to prioritize us and our time. Believe me when I say I treasure every moment we spent together.”

At that you smiled, oh how sweet he was.

“I treasure our time together as well…” you trailed off, “more than you can imagine.”

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peach-jaehyunie · 2 years ago

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Prologue: Get My Pretty Name Outta Your Mouth

Pairing: YN/Multi Genre: Mafia AU, Gangs, Revenge, Knife play as foreplay Warnings: Swearing, Implied sexual content, Violence Rating: 18+ Words: 4.1k Groups: NCT, WAYV, TXT, The Boyz

Character intros: Y/N “With a Twist, Lee Juyeon “Iceman”, Jung Jaehyun “The Tiger’, Choi Yeonjun “Smiley”, Choi Soobin “Lemon”, Jacob Bae “Molotov”, Qian Kun “Grim Reaper”

“You really purr like a cat when you want something,” you offhandedly remark as you go around picking up trinkets, examining them, and putting them back down.

“That’s how I got my name, you know” Jung Jaehyun, “The Tiger”, sits down on his bed loosening his tie. His legs are carelessly spread and his knees are bent almost as if he were crouching because of how low the mattress is to the floor.

You can feel his eyes on you, analyzing your every move through the glass panels that separate his room from where you were exploring his bachelor pad. ‘Cocky fuck, you can see right into his bedroom as soon as you walk in.’ Your skin prickles as the only rooms left unexplored are the bedroom and bathroom, and you take careful steps towards the glass he was still watching you from behind. Jaehyun removes his tie completely, tossing it carelessly towards the foot of his bed as you lean against his dresser. Your eyes meet from across the room and his expression turns somewhat predatory as he begins to unbutton his shirt collar. Hating the way he looks at you, you turn to examine the watches he had laid out on the dresser. Some were sporty and sleek, others were jewel encrusted and they all felt heavy in your hands.

“Aren’t you gonna ask why I brought you here?”

You turn back to face him on the bed, smirking at him; though you had very much been wondering why he wanted to see you in such personal quarters.

“I’ve been waiting for you to tell me,” you don’t miss the way his eyes wander to your leg that shows through the slit in your dress as you take a few steps towards him.

Jaehyun sat forward letting his eyes slowly travel from your leg back up to your face when he spoke his next words:

“I want what you have hidden between your legs.”

You scoff, but your eyes remain cold as steel: the only thing hidden between your legs was a defensive weapon.

“I assure you that there is nothing between my legs that would be of any interest to you.”

“Okay, I’ll bite again,” he says as he stands up and closes the gap between you “How about what you have hidden between your breasts?”

If you were being honest, it was a bit of a surprise tonight when you had been instructed to meet someone from Purgatory and waiting for you at the bar was their best hitman.

“I suppose you think women only have two hiding spots.” you speak in an even, liquid tone as if your voice could bathe Jaehyun’s entire form.

“Not at all; but last time I took a special interest in what was between your thighs.”

Jaehyun had circled you and come up behind to rest his chin on your shoulder. His words made you feel a little warm, and his touch made the contents of your stomach churn in a bad way. Of course your dumb luck would have it that they would send The Tiger out to meet you tonight; just incase you were to trying to pull a slick one on the most powerful mob in town.

“I hope you weren’t expecting some rookie tonight that doesn’t know all the tricks you have in your little bag of goodies.” His breath is hot against your neck, but it makes your innards ice cold.

“I hate to disappoint you,” you say, turning to face him, “But I have no tricks tonight and you’ve wasted your time bringing me here.”

Jaehyun steps in really close to you, his body pressing into yours but you have no intention to step back just yet—even when you can feel the mostly forgotten revolver in his pocket imprinting against you.

“Then where’s the chip, little Twist?”

“Hidden,” you smile at him, taking a little step back “In plain sight.”

Jaehyun’s eyes scan you for a moment, he’s just about had enough of playing tiger and mouse. You want out of his apartment as quickly as possible, so you bring your hand to the beautiful ear cuff encrusted with diamonds that you wear and remove it.

“Hand it over.” He puts his hand out to you, stopping you from where you were just about to place the ear cuff on his bedside table.

Slowly, you stretch your hand out to his; your other hand ready to reach for the blade hidden between your thighs in case he tries anything. You drop it into his outstretched palm, turning to leave—your job is done.

“Not so fast,” that’s what you were afraid of: his boss didn’t just want the chip, he wanted information.

“So that’s why you wanted me to come home with you.”

You don’t look at him, your back is still to Jaehyun and you look straight ahead as you speak.

“Well...we have some fond memories here, too.” He chuckles as you hear him pat the bed.

“I think once was enough—“

“Three times wasn’t it?”

The cocky tone in his voice is unmistakable, you need to get out before you get caught in the intricate web of lies and fantasies he spins.

“I got it in an unmarked envelope, I don’t know who sent it.” You change the subject completely, hoping he forgets the ludicrous ideas about getting you back into his bed.

“I don’t believe you.”

“There was no name—“

“I believe that part,”

“No fingerprints,”

“Understandable,”

“There wasn’t a note or anything, so I really—“

“See, that’s the problem, Twist: my instincts and sources tell me that’s bullshit.”

His sources, see that was the real problem: everyone here ratted on everyone else and the Grim Reaper always found out. His little moles lived in every gutter and vent.

“It just said ‘Use it well’,”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all,” you hoped the slump in your shoulders was imperceptible.

“Well, I guess if that’s all then you can go...I always can find you later if I have any questions.”

Hopefully the little information leaves less of a chance for blood on your hands. You don’t even take one last look at the apartment: hoping you’ll never see it—or its inhabitant—again.

You got in the elevator alone, remarkably calm for someone who had just spent the evening with one of the most dangerous people in the city. Taking out your phone and typing in the password (as fingerprint print codes and face recognition were more lethal in this line of work), you open up your messages app and click on an icon of an angel with the nickname ‘Cobie’.

<<It’s done>> you text him.

<<That took longer than I expected>> he replied just as the elevator dinged and the doors opened.

The lobby was empty so you decided to text him back:

<<they sent the tiger>>

You sighed, exiting the lobby your stomach still feeling a little iffy with the gnawing feeling of being watched. You wouldn’t doubt that there were cameras set up to monitor who came and went from his building. Filled taxis passed by not looking for any more passengers. The night air prickled your skin as you waited for an Uber to arrive.

“Where are you going?” the driver asked once you were seated.

You named a busy street off the top of your head, pulling out your phone again as it vibrates in your hand.

“Where are you going?” The voice on the phone asked you before you could even say ‘hello’.

“Location 4,” you lean over to check the GPS on the dash “In about eight minutes.”

The line immediately disconnects; pressing your lips into a thin line, you endure the rest of the ride in silence—the driver seems to sense that you are in no mood to talk. The transition works something like a well oiled machine: effortlessly you step out of your Uber onto the curb of a busy nightlife hub, and just as your Uber is pulling away a dark vehicle with dark windows pulls up and you climb inside.

“Hey, Smiley,”

The yellow-blond-haired man in the driver’s seat grinned as he looked into the rearview mirror. This car ride was even more silent, Smiley kept his eyes on the road or diligently checking the mirrors. You had never known him to take the same route twice, he didn’t need a map he just drove: roundabout ways, shortcuts, handling vehicles through narrow alleys as easily as if he were on a highway. You finally took the other earring out and put it in your clutch as Smiley pulled up in front of a warehouse fitted with garage doors. He maneuvered to one of the entrances, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel before a motor sounded from inside the warehouse and the door began to rise. Within the warehouse was a garage; cars of different sizes and makes each parked in their own bays, a little office was in the corner and light shone through its barred windows.

There was a strange mix of smells when you opened your door to get out once Smiley had pulled into a bay; motor oil, chemical cleaners, and a distinct odour of candles that had just been blown out. Smiley didn’t move from his seat, he had pulled out his phone and was absentmindedly chewing gum as he scrolled. You sat there with the door open for a minute, waiting for him to say something or make a move to get out of the car. Smiley must have become aware that you were waiting on him as he finally put his phone back in his pocket, clearing his throat as he turned to look at you. A little groan escaped your mouth when his bruised eye and split lip finally came into your view. He chuckled at your reaction, but there was no hiding how tender his lip must have felt as he winced.

“I thought you seemed quieter than usual.”

“It stings a bit to talk,” tentatively he brought his fingers up to his split lip “And where my lip ring is it kinda got smashed right into my gums on the bottom.” He pulled his lip down to show you his bloody gum below his front teeth. You shook your head, turning away from him so he didn’t catch your eye roll.

“The other guy looks way better, no doubt,” came a voice and you were suddenly face to face with a young guy who stuck his head through your open door.

Eric was smiling and he offered you a hand as you stepped out of the vehicle.

“I’m a pretty nice guy, I let them off with just a scrape,” Smiley defended as he finally got out of the vehicle and tossed the keys to Eric.

Eric searched through the pockets of his coveralls before pulling out another set of keys and tossing them back to Smiley.

You and Smiley said your good-byes to Eric, walking over to a car parked near the office where framed baseball jerseys hung displaying the name ‘SOHN’.

Smiley’s car smelled sweet, as though Juicy Fruit gum had been marinated into the seats.

“Anything interesting tonight?” He asked as he pulled back out onto the road.

You thought back to the hotel bar where you recognized Jaehyun—that was a story best kept between you and Jacob; especially the part where you went back to The Tiger’s apartment. You kept your expression still, only moving your head to look out the window.

“Tonight was uneventful.” You paused, clenching your thighs together so you could feel the firm outline of the navaja, “But I’m...in the market,” you trailed off.

Yeonjun’s head snapped to look at you, he cleared his throat and you were sure that if it had been light out his eyes would have been visibly sparkling.

Maybe it was earlier than you thought because when Smiley pulled into the Azure Cross Bowling Alley the parking lot was full.

“Busy tonight,” you offhandedly remarked.

“Yeah, um, we’ll go in the side entrance.”

He parked next to a little Mazda sedan, locking his car as you both got out. You followed him towards a metal door on the building, holding up your dress as you stepped around a few large dirty puddles before going inside. There was a faint throb of music to be heard through the walls, and a persistent hum of people talking from the alleys. It smelled like pizza and hamburgers, but you couldn’t hear any noise from the kitchen as you followed him down a hallway only lit with blue backstage lights towards the back of the building. ‘Employees Only’ read the sign on the door, Yeonjun unlocked it and you followed him into a cluttered office that was mostly taken up by a pool table that you couldn’t play pool on because it was covered with boxes of receipts and bank statements. A cluttered bookshelf built into the wall revealed another door; this room was sparse and industrial looking, longer than it was wide.

“I have something that I think you might like,” Smiley energetically walked over to the left side of the room and pulled open a concealed drawer, “I only got it in a couple of days ago and I know you like—“

In his excitement, you were able to walk up close behind him and in the time it took for him to turn around there was a rattle of steel, and the navaja was pressed against his throat. He gulped. Once. His eyes found yours and he gulped a second time. The room was grey but his cheeks were very pink as you glared up at him and pressed the blade into his neck.

Your expression softened, your eyes first and then your mouth followed suit breaking into a kind smile. It was the dull side of the blade.

“I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to try that all night; it’s more fun to practice on a person.” You close the knife and stow it back between your thighs as quickly as you had taken it out.

“No worries,” Yeonjun looked a bit flustered for half a second, but more than quickly enough his face had returned to his characteristic smirk.

He turned to the polished granite slab in the middle of the room, placing an object wrapped in cloth on the slab. You stepped up to the granite table, unwrapping the swaddled knife. It was a switchblade slightly longer than the one you were carrying, with a narrow engraved handle.

“It’s a switchblade variety of Rampuri; a little ornate but still deadly. I have heard about some gravity versions, but haven’t come across any…” Smiley shrugged and half-sat on the granite table, one leg dangling as the other foot remained firmly planted on the floor.

“May I” your hand hovered over the weapon as you met his eyes, taking this chance to once again survey his face and his thick, bruised but still enticing lips.

His assent was nonverbal, and the Rampuri was soon in your deft fingers where you maneuvered it easily because of the knife’s well-engineered balance, twirling it and retracting the blade and releasing it a few times while pretending to draw it.

“I like it,” you finally state, positioning the blade once more into its closed position “I need a few more throwing stars as well; I...missplaced a few last month.”

He gave you a wry smile at your admission, standing up from the table which he sat upon and opening another concealed and very shallow drawer. Yeonjun always had a great selection of shuriken, and without thinking too much about it you grabbed a blue one that was shaped like a snowflake out of the drawer and turned toward the far side of the room where Smiley had lowered a target. In a matter of seconds the steel found its purchase in the eye of the target; you straightened up, glancing back to where Yeonjun stood quietly near the still open drawer.

“It really never gets less impressive,” he remarked while his eyes remained transfixed on the embedded shuriken.

“I agree; it’s a great party trick.” you quipped with a wink. “I’ll get an assortment of five of them,” you nodded your head towards the drawer.

The lethal party tricks were stowed away when you parted with the blond and bruised weapons dealer; given the amount of crime in the city, you sincerely doubted you were his first or would be his last client of the night. He was one or the larger independent suppliers — you knew that gangs like Purgatory imported all their own — Smiley kept all the little players outfitted. That’s how he usually came to know too much information; his mouth could be just as dangerous as the weapons he peddled.

The bowling alley had turned down to a quiet muffle as you retraced your earlier steps up the hallway to an exit. Muffled singing of a soft-voiced woman permeated through the walls and into crevices, there was no din of victory as though a new strike had been made: it made the hallway feel emptier…and much larger. Quickening your pace, the arches of your feet burned in retaliation against your choice of heels. The adrenaline from earlier had worn off, and now you thought about who might have ratted you out to Purgatory or who might have seen you on the arm of The Tiger going up to his condo: and their spectre was your shadow as you hastened to the door.

“Twist,” The deep voice spoke barely above a whisper as you passed.

Your head spun as he interrupted your thoughts, a tall and lanky figure appeared as though between a fissure in the wall where he had opened another door a crack. Soobin’s tousled black hair fell into his eyes, longer than it had been the last time you saw him, and there were dark half-moons beneath his eyes. Stopping long enough only to check that you were alone in the hallway, you slipped beneath his arm as he opened the door further to allow your entrance.

“Have you heard from Iceman?” he interrogated no sooner than he shut the door.

You were shocked by the question, but didn’t let it show in your countenance. “Of course not, I barely know him.” you offhandedly remarked.

Soobin sighed and his demeanour softened, his face looked more youthful when he pouted and you were hit with a gentle pang when you remembered how young he still seemed to you. He rubbed his eyes and padded over to the organized mess of a desk. Monitors of graphs and numbers sat on every surface with notifications sliding into the the right hand corner of the screen every few seconds, choco pie wrappers and half finished salty snacks littered one side table, while surveillance footage broadcast on the wall 24/7.

“What was on it?”

You knew what he was talking about; the chip, but chose to feign ignorance. “On what?”

“The chip — why did Purgatory want it, and who told them that knew you had it?” His questions made you grit your teeth.

“I only told one person. Maybe it was a set up,” The possibility of the latter made you angry; you didn’t appreciate being made a mockery of, or worse: used as bait.

Soobin hesitated before he carefully phrased the next inquiry, “And do you trust the person you told?��

Your blood ran cold in your veins, and the downy hairs on your body bristled at the implication; if you couldn’t trust him then you couldn’t trust anyone. “With my life.” you declared.

The younger man nodded curtly at your words, he heard the finality in your tone and knew to push no further. Nevertheless, ice churned in your belly as it became more apparent that everyone knew you had either been betrayed or duped, knew that you were on Purgatory’s radar, knew that you had been in the den of an enemy and left unscathed. It was a bad time to be seen as amicable with one of the most dangerous and despised men in town, or to be aiding the most powerful.

“Take this,” he held out a piece of brown paper ripped from a bag, you hesitated before accepting the scrawl denoting a location, time and date. “Burn it once you have it memorized.”

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Molotov didn’t speak much on the way home to his apartment; both hands on the steering wheel and eyes on the road, but you could tell that he was smouldering beneath the facade — The Tiger had murdered his former gang member only weeks before.

“Did you get anything out of him?” Jacob eventually asked when you arrived home, and for a moment you felt guilty that you hadn’t pressed Jaehyun for more information; even if you knew well enough that he never would have budged if he didn’t want to.

“I wasn’t in much of a position to bargain.” you stated plainly, dropping your clutch and phone on the counter and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

“I guess he wouldn’t have said anything in public anyways.” He reasoned when you came out wearing a towel.

Jacob sat in deep contemplation on the aged sofa — for a moment you wondered if he had even been talking to you just a second ago, or if he had been trying to talk himself calmly through his rage and stifled desire for revenge. You hesitated for a moment at the door of the guest room where you kept enough of your belongings to spend a night; should you keep up the lie? Soobin’s expression from earlier flashed through your mind when you had said you trusted the person you confided in with your life; you would have to trust Jacob with this as well — before he found out from someone else.

“We weren’t in public — at least not for very long,” out of the corner of your eye you saw him raise his head, “He took me back to his condo.”

Jacob looked as though he was about to stand up when he heard this.

“Don’t worry,” you interjected, “I already checked if he bugged me or anything like that.”

The figure on the sofa sank back into the cushions, but he was stiff and you recognized his thinking expression.

“Can I— Can I ask if you…slept with him?” He must’ve trusted you less than you thought.

“You can,” your voice was cold and deep, there was warning in it that Jacob surely heard.

“Did you?” his tone was clear, undoubtedly perceiving that he was on thin ice, but still intrinsically needing an answer when he was still in mourning for a friend fallen victim to The Tiger's hand.

“Not this time.”

Only in the wee hours when you eventually heard Jacob retreat to his room did you exit to the balcony and burn the note from Soobin that you had memorized.

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The sky threatened rain, a heavy gust of wind blew desiccated leaves down the sidewalk as pedestrians pulled their lightweight coats shut against the autumn chill that had crept into the air. You are lost in a small crowd of people waiting for the bus, glancing at every face to see if it belongs to someone you might be better to not run into. A bus pulls up, its wheels squealing to a halt and the tide of people begin to move towards its doors. You move with them but also against; you keep weaving to the back of the line until you are the only person left standing at the curb as you watch the doors close and the bus pull away. It’s just you and one of the last remaining phone booths in the city fifteen feet to your right. People walk by fully engrossed by their own personal conundrums — they don’t notice you, or the tinny ring of the phone.

You pick up on the eighth ring: “Hello?”

It takes a moment for you to recognize the voice, and when it registers you can only wonder why the rogue would contact you. Ji Changmin’s best friend, AWOL assassin, the man who avowed to seek vengeance against The Tiger himself: Iceman.

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222quinn · 3 days ago

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Zhong Yueguang (Liu Yue) is a recent graduate struggles to find a decent employment, she manages to land a job at Neo Culture Technology, a company that is the leading in scientific advancement.

The job is to be Kim Doyoung’s assistant but he is reluctant to have her seeing she is inexperience.

Three months she's given to prove herself and if she does not perform well she's transferred to another branch.

But there's more at play.

Feelings stire and often some people fall in love at the wrong time in the wrong moment.

Inspired by all those Kdrama I've watched.

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tenleestories · 1 year ago

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Leer » No One But You

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mahalkitajohnnysuh · 4 years ago

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Soul-searching (Part I)

I’m feeling pretty crummy right now, hence posting a sad piece for tonight. The Mark piece I promised at the end of the previous post will have to wait for a while.

For the first time, I’m sharing one of the few pieces that feature WayV’s Kun, one of my top three guys from the group. If you were curious about who are the other two, it’s Ten and Lucas. But what the heck, I love Xiaojun, Hendery, and Yangyang too!

Here’s a GIF of Kun with blue-gray hair, which I consider to be one of his superior looks. And of course, I want that color too!

Mahal ko kayong lahat! :)

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Summary: If anyone was curious where Essie went to during her cool-off with Johnny, she went to Kun’s. Find out if he was able to help and comfort her or if he made things worse eventually. In short, this piece was supposed to be one thing but ended up as a brain fart.

POV: 3rd person since this is a recent piece of writing. Like, just a week or two ago.

Word count: 1,300 + words

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“This isn’t how you take a break from a relationship, Essie,” Kun whispered, avoiding to look at the deflated form of his ‘friend’ who was crying at his doorstep.

“Then what should I do?” She answered back, wiping the tears that have now soaked the collar of her shirt.

“I don’t have the answers to everything, dear. But what we’re doing,” he glanced at her before looking away again, “isn’t going to solve anything. It will make things worse, or it has already become worse.”

“But I’m not coming for you in that sense, dude! I needed someone to talk to.” Essie looked at him intently, hoping that he understood what she meant.

“I know, but I believe I’m not the person for this. Not anymore. Youngho is also a close friend of mine. Both of us know that he gets jealous easily, and for us to be spotted like this will spark speculations among our circle.” The blue-haired guy leaned against the door and sighed, looking at anything than her face.

“So, is that what you think? You care about your reputation than our friendship?” He did not like the way she said it, but he refused to look at her still.

“Essie Park, I value our friendship, whether you believe it or not. That’s why I can’t let us get into this further. I think I’ve already said what you needed to hear. We’ve already done what you wanted to happen. I’m sorry, but please, you have to find the answers to your problems on your own this time.”

With that, he gently closed the door on her face and silently cried as he locked it.

He didn’t expect that she would come to him about her problem with her (sort of ex-) boyfriend. There she was, with a giant duffle bag slung over her shoulder, knocking on his door if she could stay over.

“Why me?” were the first words he blurted after she told him of her story.

“Because you look like someone I can depend on,” she murmured while fiddling with her thumbs.

“I’m flattered that you think that way, but I don’t think that’s just the reason,” he said firmly as he held her wrist.

Even if she was trembling under his touch, he didn’t let go. He looked at her panicked face to see if she was going to tell him more, but he didn’t expect it when she spoke.

“I can’t put into words yet, but I’ll tell you when I’m able to. But please, Kun. I need your help.”

It was her tears that moved him, and he couldn’t help but comfort her with a hug.

She stayed at his apartment for almost a month, and they had long talks over the state of her relationship. He was glad to know more about her since he wasn’t able to the last time he was at her place. Before anyone thinks he wants to get into her pants, that isn’t the case. He isn’t looking for a relationship now because he’s devoted to his career as a musician and producer.

However, as they got to talk more about life, he realized that this felt off. Essie was still in a relationship with Johnny Suh, and if any of his band members found out that she was staying in his place, then news would spread that they are dating. They were part of a tight-knit circle, and Ten is the closest to Johnny among his bandmates.

It was fortunate that none of their common friends visited his place since he was out at the studio most of the time. But whenever he came home, he felt that he had a girlfriend waiting for him. If he was honest with himself, he felt giddy whenever Essie prepared breakfast and dinner for them both before they had their deep talks, and whenever she asked him how his day went after he settled into his pajamas.

There was a moment that he embraced her from the back as she cleaned the dishes one morning. “Hey, what’s up?” She asked, slowly looking at his beaming face.

“Nothing, I just want to share my happiness with you,” he replied, resting his chin on top of her shoulder.

He didn’t let go as she continued to clean the remaining dishes. He even helped her as he held the heavy pots and pans for her to scrub on.

“Kun, you’re awfully being sweet right now. What’s up, really?” she said after she was done, hands on her hips.

He shoved his hands into his pocket and looked at anywhere than her face. “Maybe I just want to show my appreciation for the things you’ve done for me lately?”

The silence that ensued after felt unbearable to both of them that either one started a makeout session on the couch.

“You had a motive, didn’t you?” Kun asked, still panting from the intensity of their kisses. When she didn’t reply, he tilted her face to look at him. “You want me to love you so you can forget how you’re hurting, is that it?”

This time, her tears didn’t move him. He sat up and moved at the other end of the couch, contemplating on what to say to her.

“I like you, Kun. But I don’t want it to end that way. You’ve been a great help to me, and I mean it.” She said, tucking her knees to her chin.

“Don’t you think you’re leading me on?” His voice was trembling, and she couldn’t tell if it was out of sadness, anger, or a combination of both.

“No, Kun. I don’t want to do that to you or anyone else.”

“But you already did with your other suitors, if you haven’t noticed. You are easily swayed, Essie. If you weren’t like that, then you wouldn’t end up in this situation.”

She let out a shaky breath before responding. “I know, and I’m sorry. You’re the only person right now who has been helping me with this predicament I have.”

“Don’t forget your therapist as well,” he muttered, which elicited a chuckle from the girl. “Yes, and him too. You’re the only two people I have right now who has helped me so much.”

When he saw the sincerity in her eyes, he erased those thoughts and tried his best to act like how he was with her before.

As days passed, he couldn’t. He felt that their dynamic has changed after they kissed. He was touchier and called her ‘dear’ often. She reciprocated his actions, and sometimes they pecked each other on the lips before they went to sleep.

Kun finally snapped out of this honeymoon period after they had sex. Both of them were tipsy from their respective parties, and she smelled so good that it drove him crazy. She could say the same for him, and everything became a blur when he hovered over her naked figure.

The morning after was the most awkward situation they have experienced, and it was only in the evening that he had the guts to cut ties with her.

As the scene from earlier replayed in his mind, Kun became a sobbing mess on the floor. He couldn’t believe that he would like her to that extent and realized that she was dangerous to be with in the long run.

“I wonder how Youngho must feel right now,” he mumbled, looking at the couch that has now been marked with her memories.

Images of her sobbing on one corner and then naked and moaning his name mixed in his mind, which led him to the decision to sell it immediately.

He got a new couch that was more expensive and opulent-looking, hoping that this one will have happier memories than the last.

For now, he will focus on his music and forget that he, like Jeong Jaehyun, had a brief affair with Essie Park.

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FIN

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jenomark · 5 years ago

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Nothing Ever Changes

○Pairing: Gangster!Kun x Reader (Female) ○Other Members/ Characters: WayV (briefly) ○Genre: gangster AU, smut, angst ○Warnings: oral (m), oral (f), penetration (f) ○Word count: 3,026

→Summary: Gang leader Kun doesn’t let anyone know about you, his own personal whore. For one night, you ask him to treat you like someone he loves.

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One taste of him makes you feel like you’re drowning. The fear, it hits you before you open your mouth to say ‘Hello’. Power has a name, and that name can get you a lot of things. Or enough things to kill you. Everything you’ll do for him will be voluntary. You’ll hold your breath if he asks, because men like that tell you when to speak, when to think, when to be. He is a king, whose throne is your home. You won’t know it, and if you are unfortunate enough to catch on, you’ll wish you were ignorant enough long before the water fills your lungs. And if he tastes you back, you’ll welcome the death of his open sea.

His name is on the tip of your tongue: Qian Kun. Everyone talks about him in their whispers like he’s some sort of monster. You’re the girl that plays in the dark, the girl that stands in the face of men like him, and laughs. It’s dangerous business calling him out. It will feel like all of the city is looking straight at you, their eyes poking needles in your skin. Don’t cause a stir, dear.

You were raised right, even though you ran the streets until your knees were dirty with secrets. Being polite only got you so far, but being yourself, well, that put advantages in your pocket and money in your bra.

“And who are you?” Kun asks.

No, not asks. A man like Kun doesn’t ask for anything. Kun takes, and what he doesn’t take, he leaves for the vultures to pick through. Kun reminds you of that as his eyes rake you over, his piercing threats giving you only one chance. You resist the urge to play him like all men love to be played with. The whispers are deathly quiet, but you’re aware of their incentive: Qian Kun will kill you. Your eyes take in two of his members, YangYang and Hendery, and every little boy out too late past their bedtime.

“I’m nobody.” you say.

You want to believe that Kun is smiling, that the corners of his mouth are turned up just for you, but the only girl he’s ever moved for was Her. They still talk about Her, how She changed him, and how She left him. You’ve never seen Her, but maybe She was prettier than you. Maybe She was somebody.

“What was it you said back there?” Kun asks. “I didn’t hear you correctly.”

You don’t back down, even as he waits for you to cower. “I asked if you were going to take this whole city down with you.”

It isn’t smart of you, dear. Hearing the words come from your mouth makes the lights above you feel more harsh on your skin. This is your home, and although you’re loyal, it’s been going up in flames for years. The police activity is out of control. Beggars and liars run tricks at night, their outstretched hands ready to strangle any innocence that is left. Sins lay at every doorstep, calling out your name, exhausting what little good nature you have. You yearn for peace and other things Kun’s name hasn’t all but gambled away.

You wait for the slap, the hands around your arm, or the scolding. Will it come in the night, in the form of a pillow over the face? Will they disgrace your name instead?

“Would you go down with it?” he asks. “Either you go down with the city, or you’ll wish you had.”

You’re aware of the music stopping, of a bunch of ears turned your way. You can hear your blood rushing through your veins. He stares you down, his hand on his knee, his hat next to him on the table. You look over and see the door to freedom, but the escape is too narrow for someone like you to fit through.

“Gladly,” you tell him. “Anything for you, Mr. Qian.”

Kun’s face lights up, and suddenly, everything is over. The music resumes. The barmaid laughs her rowdy, drunken chortle. The color comes back to Kun’s cheeks, and just like that, all tension melts away. You see Lucas bouncing a woman on his leg, her breasts suffocating his face. Ten and WinWin are in the corner, counting stacks of money on the table. Xiaojun smiles politely at you, tipping his hat as if everything is just a joke, just a game. The world is alive, with or without you.

Your eyes fall back to Kun. His back is turned toward you, his exit noticed only by you. You follow him. You can’t keep up. He has some place to be, it seems, and he wouldn’t worry about someone like you. He knows you’re there, can feel the fear clutching at your heart with each step you take. You file out onto the street, looking left, then right. The air is balmy, but no amount of heat can stop the chill. It’s always the chill, dear, isn’t it? First, it covers your neck, then it works down your breasts and wraps around your spine like a cold fist. You’ll shake with fever. You’ll let it control you.

“You know, “ Kun says. “I wouldn’t have to embarrass you in front of everyone if you just listened to me. This city is the greatest on earth, even if it’s a pile of shit.”

Kun leans against a wall, one hand in his pocket. He holds his hat in his other hand, the gold clip he keeps affixed to it shining in the moonlight. Everything he owns is worth more than your whole life. You’re always aware of how easily he could end you if he chose to. You walk towards him and take his hat, placing it gingerly on top of your head. The way he looks at you makes it feel like it might be your last act of the night.

“Not everyone agrees,” you say. “We’ve had this conversation before, Kun. You know, when you come over to my place in the dead of the night and pretend like we’re lovers.”

He doesn’t say much now, and he hasn’t said much since he started coming around. He leaves in the morning before anyone can speculate about his personal affairs. You don’t want a relationship with him, you just don’t want to keep being the whore in the bar, her name so easily dragged through the mud in the name of The Great Qian Kun. He had said to you, “No one needs to know where my cock has been but me.”, but you knew it was because of Her. Word travels fast when your name is as iconic as it is dangerous.

“Tell me what you would do to me.” you say.

You place his hat on his head like someone placing the crown on a king. Kun tilts his head and watches as you slowly hitch up your dirt-strained dress. He bought you a new dress once, but he tore it to pieces the very same night.

“You embarrassed me.” Kun says.

You climb your fingers up your own thighs before dipping them between your legs. Kun won’t look there anymore. He’ll only look you in the eye, and maybe, one day he’ll see you as more than just what you are. You don’t count on it. You are a hot, wet pussy, and the taste of you is just as murderous as he is.

“What do you want from me?” he often asks. Tonight, is no different. Nothing ever changes.

Kun straightens the hat on his head and looks up at the stars before looking back at you. You remove your hands from between your legs and lightly press your fingers to his lips. You feel a slight flick of his tongue against your skin, but mostly, hot breath. Kun closes his eyes, and his breath rattles. Sometimes, you wonder if he regrets the first kiss, or if he thinks of Her every time. Is it the courage that drives him forward, or the fear?

“Fuck me.” Kun whispers.

He grabs your neck and brings your lips to his. His hands squeeze your throat too hard. You gasp for air in between kisses. His tongue fills your mouth like sticky syrup. You work through layers of clothing to feel your fingertips on his warm, firm stomach. Both of you are wrapped up in each other until voices pepper through the neighborhood. There is always a point where Kun loses himself in you, but there is always something that brings him back. He’ll forget how you made him feel. He’ll forget that you are human, too. You are just for fucking here, there, anywhere.

“You should go home.” he says.

“You’re a real gentleman.” you retort, your voice rising to a level that should have gotten you hurt. But Kun doesn’t notice or care. You fix yourself and your dignity. When you open your mouth to speak, he stops you.

“Don’t,” Kun says. “Not tonight...please.”

Kun’s voice comes out thin and broken. His face, which is normally full of sadness, also reaches despair. You reach out to touch him, but he moves away.

“Kun….”

“Is that all you want?” he asks. “For me to fuck you? Is that all I am to you?”

Kun is as annoyed as you are. His beautiful eyes are glazed over and unfocused. You approach him again, your movements mechanical. You unbutton his pants, yanking them down past his strong thighs. You know it will be the last time you get to do this.

“Not here.” Kun says.

You are on your knees and it is too late. This is all that you are: his cock in your mouth, his eyes on the top of your head, his fingers grazing your shoulders. Your knees are dirty like your dress, but they are nothing compared to the way the rest of you feels. Kun relaxes against the wall. He breathes in deeply. You can hear his moans, though he tries to stifle them. You intentionally dig your fingernails into his thighs so that he’ll feel pain.

“Stop,” he whispers. “Stop everything.”

“Doesn’t it feel good?” you ask.

You hold his cock in your hands. There are tears threatening to spill from your eyes, but you blink them away. This man should not matter to you. You’re another whore, another warm thing to help him sleep at night. You stop him from succumbing to the nightmares he gets from everything bad he’s done, but my dear, you are a nightmare, too.

“Get up.” he orders.

You rise up. You can barely look at him as he hikes his pants around his slim waist. You wonder what he’ll do next. You don’t expect the kiss on your cheek, and you don’t expect how disgusting it makes you feel.

“I’m sorry.” he says.

“Are you?” you ask, the venom in your voice hard to contain. “Kun, you don’t owe me anything, but please answer me with the truth. Is it me? Am I that horrible to you?”

Kun almost looks heartbroken. Almost. “No...I-”

“Then show me, “ you said. “Show me what it’s like to be with you, to really be with you. I don’t want to be some whore you embarrass in front of your friends. I don’t want to be sucking your cock in these streets, or parading around the city looking for other indecent places to fuck you. I let you into my home. I want to feel human, Kun. I want to feel wanted. I want to feel like Her.”

The mention of Her makes Kun’s jaw click. You’ve hit a nerve, but he’ll forgive you. Kun nods. He takes you by your arm and drags you down the street. You look back at where you both stood, and smile.

He doesn’t bring you to his place, but rather, leads you to yours. He knows the way by memory. He walks in like it’s his home, too, his fingers on the doorknob as lightly as they touch your heart. Everything looks the same in your bedroom as you enter, but you realize that you are not the same. Kun smiles warmly, his dimples making you feel like you’re in a daze. You know it’s an act specifically put on for you, but you don’t care. He lights a few candles around your room and rapped his knuckles on the wall.

“Are you nervous, Mr Qian?” you ask, smirking.

The same question he always asks is there, but he doesn’t speak it from his lips. You sit on the edge of your bed as your answer. It’s quiet in your house, but the sound of your thoughts are thunderous. Kun strides over to you, and for once, he sinks to his knees. Taking your foot in his hand, he raises your leg up and kisses the soft skin. His rough hands move up your calf. You lean back on your elbows and brace yourself for the ferocity of Kun’s touch.

Passion. The word comes to your mind. Normally, the pair of you would spend the night fucking once, twice, sometimes three times. You were like animals when drunk. His sweat would drip onto your back, and his fingernails would draw blood. You would bite down on his neck and come on his tongue. He was always gone in those moments, with his eyes closed tight, his regrets staring back at you. He chose you because you reminded him of Her, and he didn’t try hard to make either of you forget.

Kun’s mouth wets your inner thigh. You let him bunch your dress around your waist while your fingers move down to your clit.

“Patience.” he growls.

Your body jumps with fright at the sound of his voice. You remove your hands from yourself and keep them by your side. His grip on your thighs is tight and demanding. With his swollen lips, he leans his head between your thighs, pushes your underwear to the side, and sucks on your clit just enough to make your legs shake. His hands seem huge as they knead up your body to remove your dress. His hand presses against the small of your back, and he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed. His fingers tickling up your spine, you arch your back enough for one of your nipples to brush against his lips. He nibbles on your breast lightly, his tongue swirling around your nipple. He rests his chin in between your cleavage and looks up at you. His eyes are full of sorrow, and there is something about them that makes you feel like no one is home. You comb your fingers through his dark hair before lying on your back, ready for him to wreak havoc on your body.

“Make love to me, Qian Kun.” you say.

If you were Her, he would treat you as his Queen. Kun would not want to disappoint. Slowly, he brings your underwear down your legs. His lips find your thighs again, his mouth kissing a path up to your pussy. You tangle yourself in your sheets, watching his looming shadow across the wall. It is not in the shape of a monster, but the shape of a man. His tongue opens you up and licks every part of you. Kun has always gone down on you, but this time it feels different. He eats your pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do in his sad, miserable life. You wrap your legs around his head and grind your hips to meet his face. He looks up at you, and you can see the wetness all around his mouth. He breaks out into a grin when he sees how easily you’re falling apart. The laughter that escapes from his mouth makes you livid.

“What’s so funny?” you ask.

“You.”

You push him out from between your legs and slide your body from your bed. You feel like you are in a frenzy. Fuck passion. Fuck going slow. You shove Kun against the wall. He stumbles into your wardrobe, knocking a few things from a table onto the ground. Any trace of amusement or smugness vanishes from his face. You kiss him hard, tearing his jacket from his body as you do. Kun picks you up in his arms and throws you back onto the bed. He removes any clothing he’s wearing with haste. You admire his body in what little light there is. His cock is hard, but that isn’t the most interesting part of him. What feels the most compelling is the way Kun is looking at you now: a look stuck somewhere between adoration and neediness. It’s so fierce that you feel it grinding against your bones.

This is who he is, too. You are both so hopelessly in love with someone you can’t have. You both know what it’s like, and you feel it every time you come together. The torture of it is addicting, for both of you. You take the alternative, because you think it’s what you deserve. You fuck it until it makes you hate yourself, until you ask it to love you when it is not capable of love.

Kun wastes no time in proving you right. He pulls you to him by your legs. You don’t experience his cock in inches. There is no easing, no set pace. Not in this life. All of him is inside of you, stretching you out, pushing against your cervix. He holds your body tightly enough to leave bruises, his brand of love just a little bit tender. You don’t let go of him, and you don’t look away. You happily burn with him.

You fuck hoping to forget, but all you get to do is come. Kun flips you over and holds your hands behind your back. He doesn’t think, doesn’t speak, doesn’t want anything but your warm hole for the night. He thrusts. When he comes, filling you up to the brim, he leans down closely to your ear and calls you his whore.

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sm-entertain-me · 6 years ago

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Rough Day? (M)

Contains: Qian Kun x (f) reader, smut, adult language, sexual themes, angry sex, rough sex, dom!Kun, sub!reader, handjob, sir kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

Synopsis: Work was the absolute worst today. Everything that could’ve gone wrong, did. Kun notices how stressed and angry you’ve become just because of work and is determined to get you feeling like your old self again.

(A/N: This GIF makes me wanna suck him dry, idgaf.)

You inhaled sharply as you stepped into the doorway of your house, your hands flying to your forehead as you groaned loudly into the almost empty house. Today had probably been the worst work day you had ever faced. Two people had called in sick, one of which has made it a routine in doing so, and forced you to go into overdrive to pick up the slack that presented itself to you. Who knew that having a measly two people call out of the office would create so much work for you and the rest of your colleagues? Well, most of the work went to you since you had been there the longest and had been assigned supervisor of the day to make sure no number was out of place and every single report that graced your desk was nothing less than perfect.

As you calmed down slightly, you sat down on the bench that sat adjacent to the door, slipping your high heels off and letting them fall to the ground with a loud thud that would surely get the attention of your loving boyfriend. Unfortunately, you had to put in some overtime tonight too, so that means you had to spend even less than the already sparse time you had with him. “Y/N?” You heard a voice call out from the kitchen, your head popping up slightly to hear him better. “Yeah, I’m here,” You responded with annoyance lining your voice, letting your true feelings be known to Kun. As you were busy with rubbing the dull pain out of your heels, you heard the footsteps of your boyfriend getting louder until he stood in front of you, smiling down at you in hopes of cheering you up.

“I made you some dinner,” Kun said as he watched you massage the other heel, watching you moan out from the relaxed state of your foot instead of being cramped into that tiny ass heel. Even though the thought of eating one of Kun’s delicious meals was always irresistible, you didn’t really feel like eating. All of the bad things that happened today really stripped your normally intense appetite from you. Kun noticed your lack of response as he crouched down to your level, trying to see your eyes properly to get a read on them, but you didn’t want him to see how tired and frustrated you had become. Kun then sighed as he took your hand in his, rolling the top of his thumb over your hand lightly, “Rough day?”

“The worst,” You replied as you finally looked up at him, letting his eyes finally stare into yours like he had been wanting to do since he heard your car pull up in the driveway. Kun saw just how frustrated you were, and he didn’t need to look into your eyes to see that. Your shoulders were slumped forward, your hands were balled at the hem of your skirt, your breathing wasn’t pleasant, and your eyes had bags around them. You were practically a walking case of the Mondays, only it was Thursday. Sighing softly, Kun took his free hand and pressed it to the side of your cheek, letting you rub your face against his hand to feel some kind of comfort at he spoke, “I know something that can help.” Though you really weren’t feeling in the mood to do anything rash, the little glint in Kun’s eyes had your heart doing flips and you knew exactly what he had in mind. And you can’t say you aren’t drawn to that side of Kun.

It was a really short trip to the bedroom as Kun carried you bridal style to your shared bedroom, not wanting you to use your feet since you had been on them all day and could use the rest. When you two got into the bedroom, Kun immediately threw you on the bed, hunger in his eyes. You looked up at Kun with curious eyes as he stripped from his shirt and was only left in his sweatpants, his toned body causing your mouth to water from the way the dimmed lights accentuated every curve of his abdomen. Kun wore a deep smirk as he stalked over to you, standing in between your legs and grabbing your chin forcefully in between his fingers, “You want me to fuck your frustrations away? Do you want me to fuck you as rough as your day was, huh kitten?” You moaned out at his words craning your neck up at him, “Yes please.” Kun’s smirk grew deeper as he let your chin go, looking down at how blissful you looked before he even got his hands on you, “Good, because I’m not stopping until you’re screaming.... Maybe I won’t even stop then.”

Kun was swift in his movements as he climbed on top of you, pressing his lips harshly against you and slipping his tongue inside to play with yours. As his tongue danced with yours, his hands played with the clothed bud in between your legs, pressing with a enough pressure to evoke a garbled moan that he excitedly swallowed down. He continued his ministrations as he tore his mouth off of you and licked his way down your neck, biting occasionally on your sweet spot to get you to moan against him. Whenever his tongue grazed your tender skin, you arched your back up into him to feel his rock hard abs against your torso while also giving him a better angle to deliver agonizingly slow rubs to your clit that yearned for faster movements.

Impatient, you decided to roll your hips against his hand that was working you towards your impending orgasm, but he halted your movements immediately. Kun’s fingers detached themselves from your clothed clit, taking his hands and slamming your hips against the mattress as he glared down at you, “You know better than that. I decide how you get touched, you understand?” “Yes,” You whimpered as you tried to reach up to him and pull him in for another hungry kiss, Kun leaning back just out of your reach. He titled his head to the side and narrowed his eyes down at you, taking his tongue and running it slowly along his lips as he cocked his eyebrow, “Yes what?” You smirked up at Kun, loving his dominant side, “Yes sir.”

When he was satisfied with your compliance, Kun continued to leave purple hickies down your neck, relishing in the way you moaned out for him when he bit down on the juncture of your neck and shoulder. Your hands found his hair and tugged on the soft tresses, your eyes closing in order to heighten the feeling of his tongue swirling on your neck. Kun’s hands gripped at your breasts through your shirt, his palms feeling how pert your nipples were even through your blouse and bra. “Fuck,” You groaned out as Kun slipped his hand into your blouse and bra, taking one of your nipples and rolling it tightly in between his fingers. Kun smirked against your neck as he gave you one last kiss, pulling his lips off of you and looking down at you with a smug grin, “How expensive is this blouse, baby?” Before you could even answer him, Kun’s hands were already tearing the fabric from your torso to reveal your blue laced bra, his eyes lighting up from the sight in front of him.

Kun made quick work of every other clothing item you had until you were left with nothing on, body on full display for him and ready to be taken. “You look absolutely divine,” Kun moaned out as he stood at the foot of the bed, slipping his grey sweatpants off and letting them fall to the floor, revealing his fully hardened length. The sight of his cock standing proudly and seeing it smack against his stomach when he released it from the confines of his sweats caused you to lean up and crawl over to him, reaching out to take him in your hands. Before your hands could reach him, you looked up at Kun for a sign of approval since he was the one in control tonight. Kun nodded down at you as he pushed a strand of hair away from your eyes, thrusting his hips at you to urge you on.

You licked your lips as you took Kun in your hand, gripping the base of his cock in your hand and working your way up his shaft until your reached his tip that was oozing precum. Kun started to moan as you ran your thumb across his slit, giving a tight squeeze to the tip of his cock and running the precum up and down his length. As you were working his tip and shaft with your right hand, you took your left hand and cupped his balls, running them in between your fingers and giving a few squeezes here and there to keep Kun on his toes. His breathing became labored as you pumped him vigorously, the lewd sounds of his cock being coated in his own cum causing your pussy to become embarrassingly wet. You could feel his cock throbbing in your hand the harder you worked him, but he grabbed your hands in his to stop you. Whining at him stopping you, you looked up at him with innocent eyes in hopes of him letting you continue, but he simply shook his head down at you, “Kitten, I’m here to make you cum, now let me.”

Although you wanted to protest with him, you were in no position to do so as you backed away from his cock and waited eagerly at the head of the bed. Kun chuckled at how quickly you moved into position, climbing into bed with you and settling in between your legs. Without warning, Kun grabbed your ankles and spread your legs nice and wide for him, putting your dripping wet pussy on full display. Kun’s eyes widened at the amount of arousal that slipped out of you and started to drip down your core and onto the bed, looking back up at you, “Excited for my cock, baby?” You simply rolled your eyes at his cockiness, not acknowledging him until he leaned forward to capture your chin in his hand. Once he forced you to look at him, you swallowed hard and gave him what he wanted: an answer. “Y-Yes sir. I want your cock deep inside of me, fucking me so hard that I forget about my bad day today.” Kun smirked at you as he leaned in and placed a tender kiss on your forehead, “Was that so hard to say?”

Kun’s grip on your ankles tightened instinctively as he pushed his hardened length deep inside of you, tilting his head back and letting a moan fall from his lips at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. You too moaned out from his cock entering you slowly, pushing himself all the way to the hilt to feel your walls in all their glory. “You’re s-so tight,” Kun grunted as he finally looked down at you with hooded eyes, seeing how flushed you looked from the intense feeling of pleasure that was starting to grow. Kun kept your legs spread wide as he drew himself back and slammed into you at a back breaking pace, getting more and more turned on the louder the squelching in between your legs got.

The pace Kun put on you was brutal as he held your legs the furthest they could possibly go, pushing you into a split as he angled himself at a way that had his cock kissing the start of your cervix. He was driving you absolutely mad as he rolled his hips into you, forcing moans out of you left and right as your fingernails dragged against his skin, leaving hot streaks down his chest. “Mmm, baby,” You groaned out as his cock ran against your G-spot, causing you to dig your nails even further into his abdomen until his hands wrapped around your wrists and slammed them above your head. Kun had a look of carnal need in his eyes as his gazed hardened, glaring into your eyes as he pounded you into the mattress, your legs wrapping tightly around his waist to keep you in place.

Kun’s grip on your wrists increased as he kept thrusting into you, slamming his hips against you until you were crying out from the sensations running through your veins. Pleasure, pain, desire, need; every single sensation flew through your body the longer you took Kun’s cock, nearing you closer and closer to your edge. All you needed was something to bring you there since Kun’s cock was hitting all the right spots for you, pounding into you at just the right time and at the right amount of force. “This pussy was made for me,” Kun commented as he threw himself completely into you, feeling your walls clench around his cock that indicated you were so damn close to cumming around his cock. Hard.

“Oh my god, Kun! Don’t stop! I-I’m so close,” You begged, titling your hips upward so his cock would catch on your sensitive bud, rubbing against you to pull you to your edge. Kun smirked down at you as he increased the speed of his thrusts yet again, grunting into your neck as he bit down to muffle his moans. He was getting close too as his cock twitched deep in your pussy, pushing against your ever tightening walls. “Come on baby, cum for me. Cum all over my cock. I wanna feel your walls throbbing,” Kun moaned into your ear, taking your lobe and sucking on it gingerly compared to the force of his hip crushing thrusts. His words always had an effect on you, and tonight was no different as you were sent spiraling, legs quaking on his waist, crying out his name to the ceiling as your arched your chest against him.

You came so hard around Kun’s cock that you hadn’t even realized that he too had came, his hot seed filling you to the brim as he moaned lasciviously into your ear, chanting his approvals into you. As you were still recovering from seeing stars, you allowed Kun to collapse on top of you, panting wildly against you as his cock finally halted inside of you, the last bit of cum springing free. A look of bliss found its way onto your face as you played with the soft tresses of Kun’s dyed blonde hair, leaning over and placing a kiss on his forehead as he lay completely fucked out on your chest. Kun smiled up at you with the same hooded eyes, leaning up to try and give you a kiss but didn’t fee like moving, so he spoke instead, “Did I make you forget your rough day?” You took pride in your humor as you responded to Kun’s question, completely satisfied with the way Kun helped you out, “What rough day?”

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neowinestainedress · 2 years ago

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INTO THE WOODS

TITLE: INTO THE WOODS | part of the INFERNO event

PAIRING: werewolf!johnny x werewolf!yangyang x werewolf!jeno x werewolf!jaehyun x werewolf!kun x fem!human!oc/reader

GENRE: smut, werewolves/abo*, halloween themed * they are alphas but there are not abo dynamics since the mc is human

SUMMARY: ‘don’t go in the woods, past the first two rows of trees.’ It’s a simple rule, planted in every kid’s mind in the village since they are born. Nobody knows why, but nobody dares to question why. But pride leads to do dangerous things and what’s supposed to be a silly bet to prove something, gets you lost a bit too far into the scary forest. And those who seem to be polite strangers turn out to be something they’re not.

WARNINGS: smut; dubcon (monsterfucking, light fear play, aphrodisiac saliva), monster fucking (= monster c*cks and bodies* and unrealistic sex), unprotected sex, sixsome, oral sex (f&m), marking, biting, degradation, minor impact play (slapping and chocking), manhandling, rough sex, slight animalist behaviours here and there (mostly within each other), big size difference, spitroasting, knotting, mean!kun (he hates human, rip), in general some dark content. * they're not fully transformed, though

WORD COUNT: 11.604k

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Growing up in that small village she learnt that there was only one rule to follow: don’t go in the woods past the first two rows of trees. And honestly, unless it was really necessary, avoid going in the wood at all.

And she always listened, she never had a reason to disobey and get further into the dark woods and risk dangerous meetings. Her grandmother and the other old ladies of the village warned the kids from a young age, telling them stories about unknown beings that lived in the deepest heart of the forest. Scary tales about men never coming back from the hunt, innocent ladies being found dead at the edges after disappearing for days, and kids being unable to sleep for months after meeting the eyes of those creepy beings.

So she always kept her distance from it, even if she lived near the borders and never really felt scared of that vastness of trees.

She also wasn’t the type to let her friends’ remarks get into her head, but when Donghyuck didn’t stop mocking her for not going with them past the second row, she felt something inside of her rise.

“You can’t seriously believe some monsters live there, you think two rows of trees would be enough to scare them?” He had said, laughing at her mad face when he and their other friends, Jaemin and Renjun, came back from the forest.

She huffed, rolling her eyes. “I don’t believe in those stories,” she replied, “but I follow the rules. You could’ve got hurt,” she added, checking that nothing happened to them. But Donghyuck simply rolled his eyes before grabbing his backpack and starting to walk away.

“You’re a scaredy cat, honey. But that won’t stop us from being your friends,” he joked, waving at her as the other two followed. “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, bye,” she greeted, grabbing her things too and walking back home.

But for the whole way back home, walking right across the river that separated the wood and the village, she couldn’t help but wonder about what lived there. It couldn’t have been anything bigger than some deers or hares, right? And the woods seemed so quiet, how could they possibly be as terrible as her nanna told her when she was a kid? Why were the villagers so terrified of them?

So curiosity got the best of her, and at the nearest bridge, she crossed, making sure nobody was around to see her break the rules. When she found herself in front of the first row, she gulped. The sounds surrounding her weren’t creepy at all, she could hear birds chirping, the creaks of some insects and the water flowing behind her.

She took a deep breath as she started to walk past the permitted zone and then whispered to herself ‘Just a little bit, but don’t get too deep. Just to prove Donghyuck you’re brave.’

But she soon lost track of time, and before she could realize it, the night had fallen, turning the woods into the stereotypical scary place they were in the tales the ladies of the village told. And the more she tried to find the way back home, the more lost she felt. She was sure she had followed a quiet traced path before, but now she couldn’t find anything of that kind anymore and she felt like she was spinning in circles.

Panic started to creep in when the sky turned darker and the air around her got colder and every sound rang scarier in her ears.

When she felt something behind her, the only thing she could do was run. She had no idea where she was going, or if she was putting herself into more trouble, but she kept running. Fast as the wind blew on her face and made her force her eyes to fight to stay open.

And she kept going for what felt like ages for her, she could feel her heart race in her chest and her lungs were struggling to keep up with the fast speed she was forcing her body to move, and all of a sudden it became too much, but right when she felt like giving up and falling on the floor to meet her destiny…

“Oh,” a voice said when her scared, small frame impacted against his broad chest, “what do we have here?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to let out the loudest scream of her life that was in vain; nobody was going to hear her here, in the pulsing heart of the forest. And the yell didn’t scare the figure in front of her at all, instead, it caused him to laugh.

“Scared?”

She gulped and then started walking backwards only to be trapped by another figure. And at that point, she felt tears stream down her cheeks, but the man in front of her was swift at leaning down and cupping her face, gently.

“No, shh, don’t cry. Are you lost?” He asked, his voice low but almost reassuring.

She nodded, not able to let out a single sound. As she desperately tried to look for a way out. But the more she looked around the more it seemed there wasn’t a way out there. Trees all around her. Trees that were all the same. She was going insane.

“Guess you need a place to stay for the night. It gets quite cold here, we were just coming back from the hunt,” he said, giving a quick glance to the man that was still behind her, not even blocking her anymore since fear had frozen her on the spot. “Should we take her home, Yangyang?”

The man, well, boy, behind her smirked and then replied, “It’s not polite to leave a nice lady like her out here.”

The other wet his lip and then said, “Mind following us?”

She hesitated, looking around again, trying to grasp onto anything that could’ve made her run away from there and go back home, but there was nothing. She had been looking all evening for that, and it only seemed like she made it worst by going too deep into the woods.

“If you’ve never been in the woods, you don’t know how to move in them. Trust us, it can get dangerous at night out here, especially for people that don’t know how to recognize beasts.”

“I just… I want to go home.”

“We know. We’ll take you home tomorrow as soon as the sun comes up. Right, Yang?”

“Yes, the walk back to the village is long and impossible to follow right now.”

She nodded, mindlessly… they didn’t seem bad, they were trying to help her, and also if they were there, it meant that whatever lived in the woods that the eldest talked so much about wasn’t real, or anyway, they probably knew what it was and knew how to defend themselves from it. Nobody survives the woods. And yet, they were there.

So she nodded and grabbed the man’s hand, silently following them.

The walk in the forest was silent, and even if it looked like they knew exactly what they were doing, she couldn’t help but jump at the slightest of sounds. Owls hooting, branches creaking, wind whistling. Everything frightened her.

She had no idea how long it took to get to their small cabin but it felt like ages, and when they passed the door, the sensation didn’t dim.

“We’re back from the hunt,” the taller man shouted as soon as they opened the door of the wooden house and she stilled on the spot once again. It wasn’t just them?

A man peeked out of what she guessed to be the kitchen and his eyes moved from his friends to her, an unsettling smirk on his face.

“Brought dinner?” He asked, eyes still boring holes in her.

“Yeah, hunted a hare,” the youngest replied, lifting up the animal in his hand. She didn’t even notice he had been carrying it the whole time.

The other man huffed, “Just that, really? We also have a guest.”

“Go out and hunt yourself, Jaehyun,” the tallest man replied. “Let’s see if you can catch something sweeter.” And in his tone there was something that made her think that he probably wasn’t talking about the animal, but her…

“You look stressed.” Lost in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was alone in the room with the other man. Jaehyun? Was that his name?

“I… I just need to sleep,” she replied, gulping and feeling her heart pump hard in her chest. He was walking around her in circles, studying her every detail and from so up close she felt a weirder sensation creep into her bone. He was tall and broad, just like the other man she had first spoken to. They probably were way too big but she simply didn’t notice that before in the dark, but now, in the dim, warm lights of the house, she could pay attention to the small details.

“Sleep? Really?” His laugh was deep, almost mocking and her only reaction was to cross her arms on her chest and stare at him that now came to a stop in front of her. “The night is still young.”

“But I’m tired,” she mumbled, looking around, once again trying to find a way out. All of a sudden this didn’t seem like a good option.

“Did you run here?” Another voice spoke from behind her and she turned around to see another man. He looked a bit younger than the other two, she would’ve guessed he was around Yangyang’s age. He had black hair that fell messily on his forehead and was tall and fit, muscled arms peeking out of his white shirt. And she was so lost in the sight of his body that she didn’t realize how close he had walked to her. “Ran straight into the wolf trap?”

When her eyes widened and her breath faltered, he laughed loudly, throwing his head back. “I’m kidding, kitten. Don’t be so scared, we won’t eat you. Well, unless you want to,” he smirked, wetting his lips and suddenly she felt embarrassment take over fear.

“I’m Jeno, by the way,” he greeted, smiling at her, an oddly reassuring smile that made his eyes turn into half-moons. She simply nodded, not giving him her name, brain so hazed she didn’t even remember it anymore.

“Are you okay, kitten?” The other one asked. “Want to sit on the couch?”

She nodded, grabbing his forearm and letting him guide her to the sofa. Right when she was about to speak and ask once again to just have a bed to sleep, the door slammed open making her yelp and move closer to Jeno that smirked and rested a hand on her shaking thigh. Oh, it was going to be fun.

“Who’s she?”

“I… I’m — I,” she stopped when the man’s stern gaze got even more intense, and he huffed.

“Great, can’t even put two words together,” he mocked, getting rid of his heavy coat and leather boots. “What is she doing here?”

The men at her side shrugged and pointed at the door next to the room. “We didn’t bring her here.”

“We brought her here, Kun,” the tallest man explained coming out of the room with Yangyang behind him. “She was all alone in the scary woods. You don’t want such a pretty doll to be all alone out there, right?”

She felt her face heat up at the name but didn’t dare to say a word. Her eyes instead wandered to Kun that was now staring at her, eyes running on her frame, making her shiver.

“I can… I don’t want to bother,” she whispered but the man ignored her and walked around the couch, and stood in front of her.

“What were you doing in the woods in the first place? Don’t you know it’s against the rules?”

She gulped and shifted back until her back met the couch. “I didn’t mean to.”

Kun scoffed and then leaned down, lifting her chin with two fingers. “I thought at the village they planted this idea into your human stupid brains since you’re born.”

She furrowed… what did he mean by that? “I —”

“Shh,” he said, moving his finger to rest it right on her lips. “I can’t blame you, though,” he said, letting go of her face and taking a step back to walk to the fireplace that was burning and add more wood from the heavy bag that he carried on his shoulder, before leaving it next to it. “They never explain why you can’t go in the woods.”

“I was scared,” she replied, trying to defend herself but that answer made all of them laugh.

“You were scared and ran into the woods? Wow, so Kun’s right when he says that you humans are dumb.”

“Hu-humans?” She mumbled, looking around. What were they talking about? Weren’t they just like her?

“Still didn’t click?” Jaehyun asked, resting a hand on her covered thigh.

“I… I don’t,” she started saying but the words got stuck in her dry throat.

“Guess I’ll have to show you the hard way,” he replied, and before she could say anything she felt a sharp pain as the skin of her thigh was being pierced, white dress staining with the dark red of her blood. His nails weren’t normal nails now, they looked like claws and felt just the same.

She looked up at him, speechless, she couldn’t even scream from the pain, she was just petrified. He didn’t even dig that deep, but the sting and the sharp cut were enough to cause pain.

“No, don’t cry, kitten,” he cooed, lifting his blood-stained hand to caress the skin of her tears-streaked face.

“We won’t hurt you,” Jeno whispered against her ears, hands wrapped around her waist, feeling her shake. “If you behave.”

Her eyes scanned the room, trying to look at the others for reassurance but something inside all of them shifted. Their gazes were more intense, their eyes were of a brown that seemed closer to red or yellow and, unless she was going crazy, she could swear she could smell their changed scents, stronger, sweeter.

“I didn’t mean to, I didn’t mean to find you. I swear I was trying to go home and got lost. There was somebody following me, I was scared,” she stammered. She truly didn’t walk in the woods trying to find out why it was forbidden. It was a mistake; she didn’t want to reveal their true nature.

Kun smiled, kneeling to stare at her, big hand tracing the scarred thigh. “We don’t really care why you’re here. But since you are, we might as well have some fun.”

“You know,” the tallest man said, standing in front of her, brushing her hair back. “Nobody ever comes to pay us a visit. It gets so lonely here.”

“Yeah, Johnny’s right,” Jeno replied. “We’re all alone because of that dumb rule your people decided to establish.”

She gulped. “I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Jaehyun said. “You decided to betray them.”

“I didn’t. I’m not supposed to be here,” she said, finding the last drop of sanity to stand up and get out of there. But her attempt was all in vain when Jeno pulled her back down against the couch and his lips crashed against hers, hand cupping her face, holding her in place tight, strong body not letting her go. And it strangely felt good. There was something almost intoxicating in his lips and the way they moved on hers. Nobody ever kissed her like that.

“It’s dangerous outside,” he cooed against her lips. “We don’t want you to meet bad people.”

“Oh, c’mon,” Yangyang whispered behind her, lips brushing against her right cheek. “Don’t tell me you’d rather be outside and not here with us.”

“I don’t know you and you… you…are” she hesitated, terrified of saying the wrong words; Jeno’s hand was still around her chin and it would’ve taken him nothing to sink the claws into her neck and kill her.

“Monsters?” Kun finished for her, moving Jeno’s and Yangyang away from her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to stay still and look at him.

“N-no, no, just… strong. You’re stronger than me,” she cried, tears starting to flow on her face as fear took over. But no feeling of pity sparked in his heart. Kun knew exactly what the tales in town told about them. He knew how they were pictured. And as much as some things might’ve been true, some others weren’t.

“Are you afraid, little thing?” Fuck calling her ‘kitten’, humans were humans, disgusting, selfish things and he couldn’t stand them. And yes, she was beautiful and probably she truly had no idea what was going on, but he knew she was disgusted by them anyway.

“I’m… I won’t tell anybody.”

Johnny snickered. “You think the eldests don’t know about us?”

She looked at him with a confused expression.

“Oh, you want to go back and tell your little friends?”

“No!” She screamed. “I won’t. I promise, just let me go.”

“It’s dangerous outside,” Jaehyun repeated, fingers tracing the skin of her legs. “And if something bad happens to you, it’s over for us.”

“We don’t want to hurt you,” Yangyang remarked, taking advantage of Kun forcing her head back to lick a stripe on her neck. Her eyes closed and her breath faltered for a moment, why did it feel good? No. She couldn’t give in. They weren’t human. They were werewolves and for all she knew they could’ve killed her with a snap of the finger. They were bad. Her grandma always told her when she was little. Monstrous creatures are not trustable.

Her eyes snapped open again and she tried to push Kun off of her but with no success.

“You’re not going out of here, tonight. We’re not letting you get hurt.”

“I won’t, I know what I’m doing.”

Kun scoffed. “You’re human. You’re fucking dumb and get hurt with the smallest things, and we won’t let this be our fucking responsibility,” he growled, making her freeze on the spot. But her body betrayed her when her thighs clasped hard against each other. His growl triggering a feral reaction inside her.

“Fucking pathetic,” Kun muttered, looking at her closed legs. “You humans get off over the weirdest things.”

“I don’t… I’m not. I don’t like this.”

“Not even this?” Yangyang asked, kissing her neck again and she had to fight hard with herself to don’t moan when his sharp teeth grazed her skin.

“N-no…” she replied, but her voice was close to a whimper, and she could feel her panties getting wetter. They were bigger and stronger. They could’ve done anything to her. Then why she felt excitement rise?

“Starting to loosen up, finally?” Johnny said without getting closer to her, and she almost wished he was the one so near her body. But instead, she was pressed between Jeno and Jaehyun while Kun still hovered over her and kept her face still. And the teasing smirk on Yangyang’s face that she could feel wasn’t helping at all. Probably he was the one that scared her the most, he seemed so nice, way too nice for being a monster.

“What do you want from me?” She dared to ask, eyes drifting on the others in the room and chest panting hard, in fear, in arousal, she had no idea anymore at this point.

The same teasing smirk curled Jaehyun’s lips, “Isn’t it clear already, darling?” He mocked, fingers brushing next to Kun’s as he tilted her head toward him. “A taste.”

She felt her head spinning while she blinked repeatedly. “Are you going to kill me?”

Jeno snickered, “And what’s the fun in that?”

“Well, I don’t know, I don’t think like a…” she stopped immediately, and her eyes drifted up at Kun that was sternly staring at her.

“Right, because you are superior to every other species,” he scoffed, not even being mad at her. He didn’t need it. He just needed to prove a point, and his point was going to be proven soon.

“No, I meant —”

“Just shut up,” he groaned back at her. “Shut the fuck up.”

She stilled once again, terrified of him.

“Good, so you can listen when you want to,” he huffed, running a hand in his hair and taking a step back, briefly looking outside of the window. It was going to be a fucking long night and he just wanted it to be over as soon as possible. If the others craved to have some kind of fun with human beings, he despised them, and nothing could’ve made him change his mind.

“I —”

His stern gaze glaring back at her stopped her once again. “Did I say you could talk?” She shook her head, shrinking back into the couch and averting his gaze. “Well. And now listen clearly. You have to spend the night here, we won’t get in trouble because of you. And when the sun comes up again, you’re going back home without saying a single fucking word about what happened here tonight, got it?”

She nodded, lips pursed together and feet nervously tapping on the ground.

“And stop doing that,” he said, pointing at them. “You’re getting on my nerves.”

She immediately stopped, but still felt shaken. What did she even do to him? She had all the right to be scared of them, they weren’t humans, and it wasn’t even a bad thing, it was their nature. And she knew nothing about it, she knew nothing about them.

“And see what you have to do with her. One more scratch on her body and I’ll kill you before anybody else can,” he warned the others before disappearing somewhere, probably in another room of the cabin, she had no idea.

“I just,” she started saying but Jeno’s lips were already on hers, again. Her hand raised in the air to try to push him away, but they soon gave up and rested against his broad chest. Pecs flexing as he moved closer to her.

“You talk too much, that’s humans’ biggest problem,” he said after pulling away from her. “Just let things happen.”

“I never —”

“Shh,” Yangyang shut her up, sharp teeth grazing her neck once again. “He just told you to don’t fight it, why are you doing it?” An answer crossed her mind, but she had no time to speak that his lips were on hers. His kiss was messier than Jeno’s, it was playful, and he nibbled her lower lip a lot. When he pulled away, he was giggling lowly. “See, it wasn’t so hard to kiss me back.”

And then another pair of lips were on hers, this time more adventurous as Jaehyun’s tongue passed her lips and when he pulled away he had her lower lip trapped between his teeth, pulling hard before letting go with a smirk.

Johnny was next, after attentively looking at the scene in front of him he leaned down and cupped her face with his big hand. Lips so good she felt he was sucking her soul away. And at that thought she realized once again what was happening. No. She couldn’t give in. They were werewolves, and not one, but four. Four big alphas against her. And as much as curiosity pushed her closer to the danger, again, her rationality was making her realize that there was no way she was going to be able to walk back home, or worst, survive the night.

“Hear me clearly, the night is long, so long. And as much as we would all love to have fun, I need to hear it from you. Do you want to spend the night or go to sleep?” Johnny asked, signalling the others to stop touching her with a stern glare, he needed her to be lucid right now.

“I don’t do these things,” she gasped, shaking her head to scroll far away the dumbest part of her that wanted to give this a try. “I don’t, I never. I couldn’t take it.”

Johnny raised a brow. “So you want to but are afraid?” He asked to make sure.

“I do,” she replied faster than imagined, “but I don’t think it’s a wise thing. I don’t think I could take it.”

He hummed, smiling at her, “You’ve never done that, you can’t know. Why don’t we prove it?”

She shook her head and tried to stand up, but Johnny swiftly pushed her down again. “I said, why don’t we prove it?”

She gulped. “You’re going to… fuck,” she cursed just imagining what a night with them could’ve meant.

“Destroy you?” Jaehyun whispered against her ear, fingers brushing the skin of her arm where the sleeve of the dress rolled up.

She hummed lowly, slowly shaking her head.

“Oh, no,” Jeno purred against her other ear, shifting in his place, moving closer to her. “We’ll be gentle with you, right, guys? Also, you heard Kun, even if we wanted to, we can’t even mark you too much.”

“A shame, by the way,” Johnny added. “That’s my favourite part.”

“Or maybe we could leave you some memories that this night happened in places where nobody looks at,” Jaehyun taunted.

“Yeah, so when you go back, they’ll remind you, and only you, that you’re not crazy.”

“You — you’ll let me back?”

“Be a good girl tonight and you’ll be home before midday,” Johnny promised, reaching a hand for her to take. “But if you don’t want to, the door to your room for the night is open and you'll get home tomorrow anyway. It’s up to you.”

She hesitantly looked up at him and then shook his hand. Having no idea that was like signing a path with the devil. “I want to try and I’ll... I’ll be good.”

“I love it when you listen,” Johnny smirked, lowering to get closer to her. “I hope you’ll be a good girl for the whole night… because it’s going to be a very long, long night,” he whispered, lips brushing against her cheek and big hand cupping the flesh of her thigh, right where Jaehyun had cut her. She closed her eyes, almost as if he was commending her, guiding her body just with his touch, or thoughts, she had no idea, and she hoped they didn’t have any special powers, that they couldn’t read her mind and see how excited she was getting over this.

But they didn’t need to read her mind when her body was singing to them.

“Are you going to be good for us?” Jeno asked, pushing her hair back and letting his fingers wander on her neck down to her collarbone, loosening the strings that intertwined on her chest.

She nodded, forcing her eyes open to try to stay grounded. Somehow her head was already spinning and they had barely touched her.

“Answer,” he ordered, forcing her to look at him by cupping her face and turning it around, not so gently anymore.

“Y-yes, I’ll be good.”

“Good girl,” he cooed, leaning close to her to kiss her again. And while Jeno kept her busy with his lips, she couldn’t understand much of what was going on around her; sounds of clothes meeting the ground, hands running on her legs, other lips wetting the skin of her body.

“You’re so fucking greedy, Jeno,” Jaehyun huffed, trying to break their kiss and successfully doing so when they had to part to catch their breath.

Johnny giggled when Jeno rolled his eyes but wasted no time pushing the sleeve of her dress down. “We have all night,” he said, kneeling on the ground and forcing her legs open, eliciting a gasp from her, muffled by Jaehyun’s hungry lips. “And she’s promised she was going to take everything we have to offer, right?”

When the man pulled away she nodded, chest already panting hardly just by the way Jeno and Yangyang’s hands cupped her boobs completely. And just now she was able to get a glimpse of how big they were and how their bodies weren’t so human-like at all, the clothes hiding their broad shoulders and defined back and abs and well… their enormous cocks. And it was just two out of four since Jeno was still dressed and Yangyang was behind her.

“Should I take this off?” Johnny asked, already rolling up her blood-stained white dress. “Or would you rather if I tore it apart?” He smirked, tilting his head to the side, sly smirk curling his face when she yelped at his words and started shaking her head. It was so funny to see humans’ reactions every time they reminded them how strong they were. But it was even funnier to see that fear wasn’t enough to push her away. He could smell her arousal since he walked back into the room, so sweet and intoxicating. And now it was just stronger. He didn’t need to take a peek to see that her panties were drenched.

“You don’t want me to ruin your dress? But it’s already dirty. It’s better to get rid of it, maybe we’ll give you something prettier to wear tomorrow,” he pointed out and she only moaned when Yangyang sank his teeth in the exposed flesh of her breast.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Johnny shrugged and with one swift movement tore the fabric in two. She froze at the sound of the fabric being pulled apart and at the effortlessness that it took him to do it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be so harsh with you,” he reassured before doing the same with her soaked panties. “Well, unless you want me to.”

“I want to eat her out,” Yangyang’s voice rang next to her ear before Johnny could bend down on her wet core and she looked up to stare at him. He looked so out of place there, she couldn’t understand him. Something about him was too nice and that made him even scarier. And her doubts started to make more sense when he kneeled between her legs and, after spreading them apart, pulled out a long tongue and his lips twitched in a smirk.

“Surprised?” Jaehyun asked, now taking Yangyang’s old place and torturing her neck with tickling kisses and bites. “He’s the only one that has this gift,” he snickered lowly, placing a hand on her knees to keep her in place.

Yangyang winked at her still-shocked expression and then completely leaned in, licking a long stripe of her wet pussy. He hummed loudly and gutturally at the taste and then whispered, “So fucking good. I could smell you from there.”

She felt her face burn and had to close her eyes due to the embarrassment, they could fucking scent her. In no way she could hide what she was feeling, she was so exposed.

Jeno snickered against her ear and then whispered, “Don’t worry, kitten. You smell good, the sweetest cunt we ever had.”

Her eyes widened and she was tempted to ask just how often they did that, but Yangyang’s tongue started moving on her and it left her no chance but to concentrate on it and what he was doing.

“Wh-why do I feel like this?” She mumbled, already feeling so close.

“Sensitive?” Johnny asked, raising a brow and she nodded, letting her head fall behind, the rest of the body frozen at their manage.

“I told you it was a gift for you,” Jaehyun said.

She tried hard to hold back the moans but Yangyang was too good at what he was doing. She never had many experiences in her life, but she could swear on her life she never felt so sensitive. She had no idea if it was the texture of his tongue, or the way he knew exactly how to move it on her, or the excitement that came with his big claws keeping her legs spread apart and his eyes staring at her intensely. She couldn’t look away, she was drawn to and enchanted by him.

And the first orgasm rippled through her easily, probably didn’t even take him two minutes to make her come.

But when she thought that at least he was over, his thick long tongue slipped past her wet walls, fucking in and out of her while the tip curled inside perfectly.

She let her head hang back, mind going hazy with every passing second and she almost didn’t even register the mocking laughs of the others.

“Is it too much, kitten?” Jeno asked, and she could barely feel his fingers playing with her hard nipples; mind completely focused on Yangyang. “You promised, remember?”

She nodded, mouth falling open to let out loud and lewd moans when the tongue speed got incredibly fast.

“This is just the start, pretty girl,” Johnny added, staring at the scene while licking his lips. It was always funny to see how easily they fell apart into Yangyang’s little tricks, well, when nature gives you a gift, it would be a shame not to use it for others. “You have to let him stretch you good if you don’t want it to hurt later.”

She gulped, remembering once again that the night had just started and there was no way on earth her body could take them.

Yangyang wanted to praise her for how good she felt, pussy clenching hard around his wet muscle and sweet juices dripping down his chin, but he had no intention of pulling out of her. He surely had aphrodisiac saliva, but she was just as addictive.

“He’s good, isn’t he?” She heard Jaehyun say, hand wrapping around her neck and claws grazing her neck, enough to make her snap her eyes open but not enough to cut. He didn’t want to make her bleed, not again.

“Y-yes,” she breathed out with a string of voice. “ ‘s so good.” And her words made Yangyang twirl his tongue in a way that sent her over the edge again. She felt boneless and yet, somehow, needy for more. It was good, but it wasn’t enough. And a new strange confidence wanted her to prove she could take them.

Yet, when Yangyang was done with her, she was so lost in the pleasure that she didn’t even realize Kun was leaning against the doorframe and was staring at the scene. He had tried to ignore her, but fuck, her moans sounded like a haunting melody. And when he came out of his room and saw her there, legs spread on the couch with Yangyang’s head between them, eyes closed, head thrown back and mouth open, he knew he just couldn’t go back inside as if nothing happened. As if a stupid human being didn’t just get him rock hard.

“A little bit unfair to let him go first, don’t you think so?”

Johnny chuckled. “She didn’t need him to loosen up, she promised she’ll be good, right pretty girl?”

She mindlessly nodded, with no strength to even pay attention to the fact that now also Kun was in the room.

“You like easy games,” he replied, moving a big furred armchair closer to the couch to stare at the scene. He wasn’t going to take part in it, but he wanted to watch her fall apart.

Johnny snickered and then walked close to her as Yangyang got up and moved to her face to kiss her; a wet and sloppy kiss, before winking at her and walking away to sit in front of her.

“Now, are you ready for the big thing, pretty?”

Her eyes darted up to meet Johnny’s gaze, an oddly reassuring small smile plastered on his face. “Want more,” she replied, brain completely shut down she knew she couldn’t put together more words even if she wanted to. Her mouth was almost watering at the sight of his big cock, pulsing and veiny.

“I want her first,” Jeno said before swiftly getting up and getting rid of his clothes too. Her eyes wandered on his body and she felt more wetness pool down her thighs, immediately closing them, but Johnny pushed them open again.

“No, no, pretty girl, let him see how badly you want him.”

Jeno smirked, before reaching her. “Can I be the first?” He asked, somehow managing to hide the urge behind his voice. He needed to fuck her. He just couldn’t take it any longer.

As soon as she nodded Jeno grabbed her and tossed her against the couch seats, body trapped underneath his, legs pushed up, close to her chest, a feeble pain on her right thigh where the cuts still hurt a little.

She held her breath when Jeno’s tip brushed against her slit, smearing her cum and his pre-cum and slowly trying to make its way in. It was big, bigger than anything else she had ever taken before, and she couldn’t find any rational way how was going to fit. But he was going to make it fit.

Jeno was tempted to just go all the way in and make her take it, but he truly wanted to have fun with her. He wanted to watch his cock stretch her open, thick girth slipping further into her wet cunt desperately trying to fit him all in. Walls opening up to welcome him because she needed him.

Jeno’s gaze drifted from their bodies to her face, head lolled back, eyes squeezed shut and mouth gritted as she tried to fight the pressure he was putting her under. But even like this, with some sweat pearling her forehead and tears starting to stream down her face again, she looked absolutely breathtaking. The prettiest human he had ever seen.

“Big,” she mouthed, voice barely coming out.

“I know, kitten. I know,” he cooed, brushing her hair out of her face and finally bottoming inside of her completely. “But you can take it. You’ll be so fucking full once we’re done with you.”

She mumbled something incoherent and Jeno started thrusting into her, not waiting any longer for her to get used to him. Because no matter how much he tried, he was a monster for fuck’s sake, he couldn’t control himself. And he was used to omegas being made for this, not humans, so full of themselves and yet so fragile.

Yet, after the first discomfort, she started relaxing and her moans got loud again. Probably it was whatever Yangyang put on her while going down before, or maybe it simply was the way Jeno was thrusting into her. Big cock hitting her hard and right, bulge already visible in her tummy.

Oh, it felt like he was going to split her in half but somehow, the more he fucked into her, the better it got.

“It’s good, right, kitten? You like that? Big cock stretching you open.”

“Y-yes,” she moaned, whole body being yanked back and forth with his every move.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me inside,” he groaned, feeling her getting tighter with every stroke. “Want more? Want it harder?”

She didn’t answer, mind too far gone to formulate a sentence, but moaned and when her hips rolled up so gracefully to meet him halfway, Jeno lost it, the animal inside him took over. One hand grabbed her wrists pushing them over her head, pinning her down onto the couch, and the other wrapped around her waist and held her down. Sharp nails grazing the soft flesh not caring if he was going to leave a scar. He wanted to make it clear he had been there anyway. He wanted to haunt her following nights, his hands, mouth, cock, and voice the only things she could think about.

“Please… please, fuck,” she mewled, uselessly trying to struggle underneath him as the pleasure became overwhelming. She felt so weak in his arm, broad body caging her, shielding her from other hungry eyes that wanted to watch but could only hear, the sound of their skin slapping together, the lewd sounds of her wetness squelching every time he penetrated her, her pretty moans and his grunts.

Jeno was possessive, he didn’t like to share, he wanted to own. And he needed to make sure she was going to remember him and be already completely gone when she was going to be passed to the others.

“Scream my name, kitten,” he whispered against her ear, teeth nibbling at her lobe making her clench hard. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.”

She opened her mouth to talk but getting a word out was harder than expected. “You, fuck, you’re so good, Jeno,” she forced the words past her lips, and felt him smirk against her skin.

“Again, kitten,” he ordered, sharp fangs grazing the flesh of her boobs. “Louder.”

“Je-jeno,” she moaned, digging her nail in the palm of her hands, trying to buck her hips and find the release but he kept her still in place.

“I’m not letting you go. Stay there,” he growled with a harder thrust that made her yelp. He was hitting places she had no idea she had and if a part of her wondered how it wasn’t painful and how she wasn’t already split in half, the other just took it and whimpered at his mercy.

“Jeno, please, please.”

“Gonna take my knot, kitten?”

“Don’t knot her up,” before she could answer, Kun chimed in. There was no way she could’ve taken a knot already, and strangely enough, he was enjoying the show. He didn’t want this to stop or see her pass out, not so soon at least.

Jeno groaned in anger and then threw his head back. But he ignored the comment and leaned down again to kiss her messily, hands holding her so tight he surely left marks around the wrists and waist. If he couldn’t knot her, he was going to make sure to leave his sign in some other way.

“Jeno, ple-please,” she mumbled, slightly parting her eyes to look at the alpha on top of her, big luminous yellow eyes staring at her. “Need you.”

He smirked, “Need my cum? Need to be filled to the brim?”

She nodded, tears spilling down her face as she could feel the knot in her stomach get incredibly tight, she was so close and it felt so intense she was sure she never felt something like this before, and she wasn’t so sure she could take it.

“Then take it, kitten. You’ve been so good,” he growled, knowing he just couldn’t last longer. Pussy too good, sucking his big dick inside.

“Fuck,” he moaned, voice low and thrusts getting even harder as the orgasm pierced through the both of them together.

She screamed when the pleasure washed over her, so strong she felt close to passing out and completely powerless while Jeno kept thrusting into her to ride their orgasms and make sure all of his cum was deep into her womb.

He sighed, pulling out when he could feel his knot start to grow. How badly he just wanted to grow even more inside of her and stick all the cum inside but he knew better than to disobey Kun.

So as he got up, after kissing her one last time, huffing and trying to catch his breath, she laid there, panting heavily and feeling every muscle in her body ache.

But she had no time to try to gain sanity that Jaehyun was already on top of her.

“Hi, darling,” he purred, pushing back her sweat-soaked hair and caressing her burning wet cheeks. “He made you cry? Was it so good?”

She nodded, barely registering what he was saying. Already feeling her body beg for help. She might’ve miscalculated how hard it was going to be to take them all.

“Oh, poor human. You look so pretty like this, though.” He caressed her face and then swiftly turned her around, face smashed against the couch and ass up in the air in full display. He pulled her cheeks apart, white cum spilling in a blob from her swollen cunt. “So, so pretty.”

Her watery eyes were barely open and stared at her right, where the others were staring at the scene. Her eyes swiftly drifted up to Kun, he was the only one still fully clothed and he seemed to be so unaffected by the scene and she almost wanted to talk to him, to beg him to look at her like the others were. But she couldn’t read him, and before she could dwell too much on it, Jaehyun’s fat tip pressed against her entrance. Unlike Jeno, he didn’t hesitate to push past and immediately bottom in, stretch so good she let her mouth hang open and her nails dig in the fabric under her.

“So fucking tight, fuck,” he moaned through gritted teeth, hands placing around her waist to support her limp body up.

His thrusts were fast even though she could feel him go completely out before slamming back inside. Her brain went dizzy with every animalistic sound he let out and the other grunts that filled the room. She felt drool slip out of her mouth but she couldn’t care much about the mess she was making when it felt just too good.

“Fuck, ‘s so good,” she slurred, toes curling when his claws pressed against the skin of her waist and his body kept slamming against hers.

“Pathetic thing,” Kun mocked, wetting his lips as he watched how well she was taking so much. “You’re taking it a little too well for somebody that has never done this before.”

His stern and cold tone made her squirm under Jaehyun that was still restlessly moving into her.

“Maybe you humans are good at something,” he snickered, unzipping his pants, fat cock finally being freed, throbbing hard and leaking cum at the sight in front of him. She moaned at the sight and the smirk that bloomed on Kun’s face made her face burn up.

“Do you want this?” He asked, big hand wrapping around his length. “Want this cock?”

She nodded shamelessly, half face still smashed against the couch and mouth drooling at the view and pleasure.

“How shameless,” Kun scoffed. “All these cocks, and you still want one more, still want mine.”

She mewled something, a whine, or a beg, she didn’t even know what she wanted, she just knew that she wanted more, whatever they could give her.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t be able to take it,” he simply replied, lazily pumping himself, watching her wasted state.

She wanted to complain again, but Jaehyun’s groan and slap on her ass cheek made her pay attention to him once again.

“How disrespectful,” Jaehyun said, “I’m fucking you so good and you focus on somebody else. He was so mean to you, why do you want him?”

She mumbled a senseless reply and the werewolf pounding into her slapped her ass again.

“You like it when they’re mean with you? Is this how you let the other boys in town treat you?”

She shook her head rapidly, sobs coming out louder.

“Oh no, I think you want it hard. Want to be pushed to the limit?”

“Don’t do anything dumb, Jae,” Johnny warned this time. “We still have to fuck her and if you make her pass out I promise you won’t see the light of the day.”

Jaehyun huffed and rolled his eyes before grabbing her hair and pulling her behind, back arching up and hands planting on the couch to stand up. “Don’t worry, she won’t break.” He leaned closer to her and then whispered, “You won’t because you promised you were going to take it and I don’t like being let down, got it?” He almost growled in her ear, pussy clenching harder around him and cum dripping out more.

“Y-yes, ‘ll be good… pro-promise,” she mewled, but wasn’t expecting what came after. Jaehyun chuckled and then pulled out of her, but before she could whine at the loss, he grabbed her again and lifted her from the couch. Standing in the middle of the living room he effortlessly eased her on his cock and after quickly smirking at her, he started fucking her up and down, hands wrapped around her fragile frame to hold her up and make her bounce on his dick.

“Fuck,” she cried, feeling him so deep into her belly in this new position that he was taking her breath away.

“You like that, don’t you? Them silly humans can’t fuck you like this. Pick you up and turn you around however they want to.”

“N-no,” she replied weakly, hands wrapping around his broad shoulders, suddenly realizing even more how small she was compared to him, well, them. She let her head fall behind as he kept moving her up and down his dick, feeling him so deep inside she felt like she was going to be broken in two.

“Look at me,” he ordered, hand cupping her chin and forcing her face to stay straight and stare into his yellow-brown eyes. The way he was staring at her tempted her to roll her eyes back and moan louder but she didn’t, she knew better than disobeying him, he didn’t like it, she had to be good. So instead her nails dug into his broad back, not even making him flinch, doing nothing compared to what he had done to her before.

“Please,” she moaned, feeling like she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed to come again, she needed to feel another load inside.

A snarl ripped through his throat when she squeezed incredibly tight and he could only still inside of her, balls deep stuck in her as he released while holding her up, feeling her walls pulse around him. Pulling out before he could knot her almost felt like a fucking punishment for how good she felt.

Her legs gave up from wrapping around him and he held her up on his shoulder, limp like a ragdoll, cum spilling down on her thighs, legs and to the floor.

“Who wants her?”

“Me,” Yangyang said, signalling him to let her sit on his lap.

“Twice?”

“I didn’t fuck her, please,” he whined, glaring at the older alpha. Jaehyun grinned at his desperation and then turned her around, left one last kiss on her lips and then sat her down on Yangyang’s lap.

“Finally,” the younger moaned. “Hi,” he said, moving his hand to her ass. “Have you ever been fucked here?” He asked, fingers playing with her sensitive rim.

She shook her head, whispering a broken ‘no’ and squeezing her eyes when his fingers pushed past her rim after collecting a lot of cum that spilled between her legs.

“Well, guess it’s going to be a first time, then,” he winked, successfully inserting two fingers inside.

“You’re big,” she whined at the intrusion. “You’ll hurt me.”

“No, if you relax and listen to me.”

“But I —”

“You’ve been listening to them all night so you will listen to me, too, right, pup?”

“Pup,” Kun snickered, scratching his chin as he looked away for a moment to avoid her eyes that immediately snapped toward him as soon as he spoke.

Why was she so damn attracted to him? Why was she craving his attention when she had four other wolves on her?

And it was clear they weren’t enjoying the way it took him nothing to have her attention. In fact, in a second Yangyang’s tongue was tapping against her lips, and his free hand forced her head to turn around again. If he had to play dirty, he was going to do it right. And it took nothing for her to fall apart, muddy at his mercy as he kept kissing her and swiftly pulled out his fingers to replace them with his dick.

She almost didn’t even notice, or well, didn’t feel the pain she was expecting to feel. But why was it so easy with him? Why Yangyang always felt so good, almost unrealistically good?

As much as she wanted to know, she couldn’t care to think about it, not now. Pleasure overflowing as the alpha didn’t stop kissing her and started thrusting up into her.

“Do you like it, kitten?” He asked, staring at her face; eyes closed, mouth open and tears streaming down her cheeks.

She nodded swiftly, not able to let out any word. She could feel him in all her body, everywhere. It was like he was owning her completely, mind totally clouded by pleasure.

“Fuck, ‘f course you do,” he groaned, nails digging into her skin as he tried so fucking hard to don’t let his claws come out and sink into her skin. “Are you sure you’ve never been fucked here? You’re taking me so well.”

She shook her head, biting her lower lip to suppress the pathetic moans from leaving her mouth so shamelessly.

“Pft, can’t even say a word.” Kun’s voice grabbed her attention once again, head snapping toward him, and eyes looking at him.

Yangyang growled, “Stop getting in the way,” he glared down at the older werewolf. “If you think you can do better just fuck her yourself.”

Kun grinned, wetting his lower lip and whispered, “Maybe.”

But before his word could be registered, Yangyang was once again forcing her to kiss him. Tongue twirling around hers and reaching the back of her throat making her gag, without stopping fucking into her.

Her hands wrapped around his broad shoulders as she tried to keep herself steady when his speed became incredibly fast and she felt like she could pass out. It was too much. Muscles aching, mind gone, throat dry from all the moans that slipped out of her.

“Please,” she breathed out with a string of voice, trying to keep her eyes open and look at the creature in front of her. Feeling the familiar sensation in the pit of her stomach once again.

And her pleading eyes and wasted expression were what he needed to let go, “Fuck — I’m gonna come,” the alpha under her warned before realising into her and making her come too.

“Fuck,” Yangyang moaned, rolling his head back, slowing his thrusts, still holding her from the waist.

She collapsed on top of him, trying to steady her breath but soon after, somebody was lifting her up. She whined but was shushed immediately.

“Shh, kitten, let me have some fun, too,” Johnny whispered against her ear before laying her down on the couch once again. “I was the one that saved you after all,” he smirked, moving her hair out of her face, gently caressing her wet cheek.

“I can’t,” she wept.

“Oh, you can, pretty girl,” he cooed, sitting on the couch. “Come here, on your knees in front of me.”

Her eyes drifted around the room before she hardly moved her body right where he wanted her. Her toes curled when she looked up and Johnny was looking down at her. He was big and she felt so small, even more now that she felt like a boneless being.

“It would be a shame don’t use that pretty mouth of yours.”

Her eyes widened… he didn’t want to…

“What? Scared? Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before?” He teased, wrapping his hand around his cock to pump it slowly, precum rolling down his thick length.

“Don’t make us think it was a night full of first times,” Jeno chimed in, walking closer to them because he wanted to watch her. It was always fun seeing them trying to do their best to take Johnny in and, most of the time, fail.

She gulped, briefly looking at him and then going back at Johnny’s cock. Well, it was a night full of first. And it was a night nobody was going to hear about. She disobeyed running into the woods, and then fucked with the very creatures that terrified her people, she surely wasn’t going to let out a single word about this.

Her attention was brought back there when Johnny tapped against her lips and she could only open her mouth and try to take it. But she could already feel the corner of her mouth burn at the size of his tip.

“Shh, kitten, you’re doing great, see,” he purred, slowly entering her mouth. “Keep your eyes on me.”

She did as told, even if the smirk on the other’s faces that now surrounded her made her frown. He wasn’t going to be gentle, right?

And as expected, the gentleness lasted just until his cock reached the back of her throat, and then his hands were in her hair and he got up, mercilessly fucking into her mouth.

Her whines were completely muffled by his strong strokes and the tears falling swiftly on her face didn’t stop him at all. Instead, the sight made him groan louder and tighten the hold on her hair.

“You’re doing good,” he praised, voice soft and caring, keen contrast between his moves. “Relax, kitten.”

She tried to, jaw slacking as she welcomed him in.

But then something happened, an exchange of gazes, and whispered things she couldn’t hear behind the sound of her gagging and spitting around his cock. Johnny pulled out, making her gasp and then swiftly yanked her up, making her sit on the couch on her knees, face staring at the backrest where Johnny was standing behind.

“What are you —” She had no time to finish that another pair of hands were on her. She turned around and Kun was standing behind her, now completely naked too.

“Kun?”

“Shut up,” he ordered, cupping her chin and forcing her against his chest. “I don’t want to hear any complaints from you, got it? Can you be good and take it?”

She hummed swiftly in his hold and he squeezed harder around her face. “And answer me, I don’t like dumb bitches unlike them.”

“Y-yes, alpha,” she mumbled, feeling excitement and fear creep together. She was smashed between the two biggest werewolves and none of the two seemed to have a little bit of mercy in their bones.

“See,” he said, talking to the other three that were staring at the scene with their hands wrapped at the base of their cocks. “You can make her talk if you know how.”

They rolled their eyes but didn’t say a word and before she could realize it, Johnny was again prodding at her lips, dick easily sliding into her warm mouth.

“Look at the fucking mess you made,” Kun mocked, collecting the cum that dripped, and was still dripping, on her legs.

She let out a strangled cry when he pushed two fingers into her and then pulled out, making more cum drool.

“Is this what you do in your small town? Let boys take turns with you? Fill you up as if that’s your only purpose in life?”

She shook her head for what she could, considering the way Johnny kept moving into her mouth.

“No?” Kun scoffed, shaking his head, hands still running over the soft flesh of her ass. “Because humans are not enough, right? You ran all the way here because you wanted this. Ignoring the rules because you wanted to be fucked by monsters.”

She cried a ‘no’ when the other alpha pulled out of her mouth, spit and cum dripping down her chin.

“No? You humans are so reckless. Think we’re the only creatures in the wood? You were so lucky you found us.”

She had no time to reply that she was getting filled by both ends. Kun’s cock filling her in one single stroke making her silently cry out around Johnny, hole burning up at the nth penetration of the night, bulging veins rubbing her walls and tip reaching her cervix.

“Always want so much, you need to be adventurous, brave, but you’re just dumb,” he laughed against her ear. “And since you wanted this so badly, let’s see if you can take it. If you can take the real thing.” There was a reason if he avoided fucking with humans, his seeping hatred not giving them a way out, and as much as he hated them, he usually was also kind enough to keep his distance, but with her, it felt nearly impossible. No hesitation crying and moaning that she could take it all, only to be proven wrong at the first orgasm.

She closed her eyes and fought against everything to don’t bite down on Johnny as Kun started thrusting into her at an inhuman speed. She could feel her lungs burn, trying to let out sounds that were locked in by Johnny’s size. Kun was bigger than the others and all of a sudden she regretted how badly she wanted him before, because no matter how good it felt, she knew she was going to fail to take him, there was just no way she could last longer.

“Are you crying?” He cooed with a mocking tone, wiping the tears that were spilling fast from her eyes. “Afraid you’re going to break? Not so sure you can do this anymore, right? Always so good at throwing the rock and then hiding the hand.”

She wanted to bite back, tell him she could take it, but she wasn’t so sure anymore as she felt her body get weaker with every passing second. Maybe it was the flow of hair getting restricted by Johnny, or the way Kun was pounding into her, or the five — if she remembered correctly — orgasms she had before, or the way she could feel the other three bore holes into her skin and the slick sounds of their hands on themselves.

When Johnny pulled out to let her breathe, she coughed and looked back at Kun. “I’m close,” she whispered, shivering when his eyes looked up at her, drifting from where their bodies met.

“Again? Pathetic little thing. I barely touched you.”

She whined again, letting her face fall against the backrest but Johnny’s hand forced her up again.

“Come on, pretty, keep sucking me,” he ordered, but this time he didn’t start moving, he simply let her do all the job. Her cheeks hollowed around his length and her eyes tried to stay open to look at him. But trying to suck him properly was hard when she felt like she had zero control over her body and when another alpha twice her size was railing her with no mercy.

“Make me come and I’ll leave you all alone with him — fuck,” Johnny groaned when her tongue licked his slit. “Do you want to be left with Kun?”

She shook her head, and felt her heart skip a beat at the thought. He hated her.

Another one scoffed, probably Jaehyun and then said, “Now you don’t want him? Acting as if you didn’t keep begging for him while we were fucking you.”

She looked at him, an apologetic look on her face and then felt another orgasm rip through her. Long and exhausting since the werewolf behind her never slowed down. Probably she even came twice in a row but she had no idea.

“So pretty for us,” Johnny praised, cupping her chin and starting to pick up a rhythm again. He needed to come and get this shit done, he had been on the edge for the whole night. And so his hand quickly moved down and wrapped around her throat making her almost gasp when he closed it around it and she felt the air completely block out.

“Shh, just like this,” he moaned, rolling his head back and then looking back at her, and her eyes full of fear were the last thing he needed to send him over the edge. His cum spilled down her throat and her chin and boobs as she coughed trying to breathe again. “So, so good, kitten,” he purred, kneeling to her level and wiping the mess on her lips before kissing her.

“Good? Coming like this, like a pathetic little thing, and you think she’s good,” Kun mocked, slapping her ass cheek, pussy clenching around him harder.

“I’ve been good,” she cried and he yanked her by her hair and said. “did I say you could fucking talk? Especially talk back to me?”

She shook her head and mumbled, “no, no, alpha.”

“Then keep your mouth closed and don’t you dare test me.”

She nodded and rolled her head back on his shoulder as he didn’t let her go, but kept her body up against him. Cock slamming into her perfectly, sending her close to the edge once again.

“Please,” she cried out, feeling her stomach curl and her thighs shake.

Kun smirked. “Hold it in, human. Don’t you dare come.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she slightly turned around to look at him. She wanted to retort but he had warned her and at this point, she knew she wasn’t going to be able to take any kind of punishment. So she kept staring at him, trying to distract herself from the pleasure, trying to look for any sign of flaw on his beautiful face and she couldn’t help but wonder how could a monster be so fucking attractive. When her eyes fell on his lips they curled into a smirk.

“Want me to kiss you like they did?” He mocked harshly, bringing her back to reality. “Want me to praise you? Uh? Maybe you should fuck with humans like you if you want sweet things. Remember what I am, princess.”

She let out an angry moan and then gasped when his hand wrapped around her throat and his claws crazed her skin. Her heart jumped in her throat but a loud laugh rolled out of his mouth when her walls tightened around him.

“You like this more than you want to show, human.”

“Don’t — don’t call me that,” she mewled, and his claws dug enough to make some blood spill out of her.

“That’s what you are, that’s your nature. Human, fragile, nature,” he growled. “You know how easily I could kill you right now?”

She felt blood freeze in her vein. She knew it damn well. Had been aware of the fact the whole night, but none of the others seemed capable of actually doing something to her. Him, on the other hand…

“You — you won’t,” she cried, hating her body for the pleasure she was feeling with every single one of his thrusts even right now that he was playing with the thin string of her life.

“No, you’re right, I won’t,” he whispered against her ear. “But I could, and I want you to always keep in mind how inferior you humans are. Got it?”

“Y-yes, alpha.”

“Good,” he smiled, licking a stripe on her neck. “Can you take my knot?” He asked and her eyes snapped open again.

“I – I,” she stuttered.

“My bad,” he added and for a moment she thought he realized how impossible that was. “You will take my knot like a good brainless human and then tomorrow we’ll bring you back and you won’t say a single word about tonight, got it?”

She nodded and mumbled a faint yes, by now not even caring anymore. She needed to come. And a dark side of her brain craved to be knotted up by him. They had already pushed her way past her limits, so how hard could that be?

“Good, then take it,” he groaned, letting go of her neck but still holding her close. Orgasm exploding for the both of them, but this time he didn’t pull out like the others did shortly after they came, he stayed there, balls deep into her, letting his knot grow.

Her body fell limp forward when he started growing and the stretch felt unbearable to take. But Kun held her by her waist as his head laid against her shoulder and low grunts left his lips. “Fuck — so fucking good,” he whispered, lazily moving his hips in circles pressed against her ass to make sure every drop of his seed was inside of her.

And if it wasn’t for his body covering her, some cum of the others would’ve landed on her tired-out body.

They stayed there for what felt like hours to her but when he pulled out, she had no more strength to say or do anything, body aching, holes gaping, chest panting and eyes dried out of all the tears.

She could feel arms lift her up, what she imagined to be a wet cloth pass between her legs and on her body, maybe even some faded praises but she was too far gone to be aware of what was going on around her.

“She’s nice, you can’t lie,” Johnny chuckled, staring at her sleeping figure on his bed. The others went to their rooms and they were left alone with her, a big white shirt covering her sore body as she slept peacefully curled up on herself.

Kun rolled his eyes, running a hand in his hair, and swiftly looked at her, thinking of before, how easy it had been to ease her into that, how naïve she truly was. A smirk curled up his lips, “Maybe we should keep her.”

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