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hollyhomburg · 4 months ago

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Before I Leave You (Pt.72)

(Omegaverse au, Mafia au, Bts x Reader)

Summary: you get punished alongside hobi for your indiscretions in public.

Tags: mention of getting arrested, tense situations, implied non-consentual nudity, light angst, d/s, Dom! jin, Breif Daddy! jinnie, Dom! Namjoon, Dom! Jimin, Sub! m/c, Sub! Hobi, Group sex, gangbang, humiliation kink, praise kink, puppy space! hobi, omegaspace! m/c, crawling, Collars, fingering, edging, orgasam denial, orgasam control, overstimulation, painplay, brief cock and ball torture (hobi gets his cock flicked a few times really its very tame), shoe riding, Exhibitionism, Squirting, wrestle-fucking, cum marking, cum swapping, marking kink, mc gets treated like a little cumdump but she's very happy about it, size kink, pussy spanking, breeding benches. Shibari, ropes, dacryphilia, breeding kink, oral! f receiving, hole checks, biting, slight implied sub drop but it's nothing serious.

W/c: 16.8k+

A/n: you know what... this is excessive, i'm not even going to pretend that it's NOT excessive. no smut needs to be this long but! oh well!!

Previous part- Masterlist - First part

“When I saw the car, I thought that they might have been some of those Gang kids from downstate. Obviously, I’m glad to be proven wrong.”

Namjoon has his arms crossed on the front porch, eyes flashing disapprovingly between you and Hobi standing with hunched shoulders and rancid scents between the two officers. Large and threatening, their black uniforms and neat little badges glint in the porch's light. Their guns at their side in their holsters that stay there (thankfully) their handcuffs that glisten like the silver sliver of the moon that hangs above the trees.

Namjoon crosses his arms and stares them down. “They’re usually very well behaved, I truly don’t know what’s gotten into them.”

The deference in Namjoon's voice is forced, but the disappointment isn't.

Don’t they have something better to do than this? Even traffic stops. Jin must be thinking. Hovering behind Namjoon’s shoulder in his striped robe, a sight that you don’t like- because no one besides the pack should get to see Jin in all of his fluffy cheeked and matching pajama glory. It’s not the 18th century and it’s not improper for an omega to be seen in their nesting clothes anymore- but still, the instinct to dart across the porch and hide him sort of from view is not a distant desire.

Hoseok’s hands hover, not reaching out to grab yours, because he's not sure that he's allowed. After being yanked out of the confines of his Lamborghini the hour before. He's right to be hesitant about touching you.

The last hour or so of your life has been a scary one, watching Hobi get yanked out of the car- a taser- not a gun- drawn in his direction. Freezing where you sat, unclothed. A strange man looking down at you- thanking your lucky stars that you'd had enough time to pull your underwear on at least- that you'd still been wearing your sweatshirt. Not entirely nude just partially.

"At least let her get dressed." He'd snapped, guarding their line of sight from him to you. Every instinct in him absolutely turned feral. He's still a little shifty, a little too close to growling and getting you in even more trouble than you already are.

namjoon's eyes are dark but assured. if anyone could talk his way out of a ticket for public indecency- it would be Namjoon. You’re a little non-plussed, less shy than Hobi though you would be about being seen in a state of semi-undress by two strange alphas and Hoseok doesn’t like that. That you’d been silent, that you hadn’t hidden behind him the same way Jin’s doing.

He doesn't know where the Lambo will end up but Hoseok doesn't care, doesn't care at all. It will probably be sent to an impound lot or maybe put up for auction. But a look at Jin's face says that he won't let any of this slide. Jin knows the law. Folds his arms carefully over his chest.

“Our pups are well behaved, thank you for returning them to us.”

A pretty omega is a special kind of good luck- a thing you’d always like to have in your corner if you can help it. The officers are disarmed by your pretty pack omega, Jin does not bat his eyelashes at them but it’s almost like he is because the alpha's scent next to you swells prideful in the tepid night air- like apples, but artificial not like candy but cough syrup.

You almost want to scoff, as if.

Hoseok wants to gnash his teeth. How dare he- projecting his scent here- in front of the den of all places. It's so rude. Hobi is surprised that no one has said anything.

Namjoon's jaw rolls, and you can tell that he wants too.

Alphas after a knotting are a volatile thing. The sound of Hoseok gnashing his teeth joins the white noise of having other people close, of being here. Between two men with guns. You don't like it, your instincts chaffing, screaming in your ear to get away- to get safe, to go to the nest upstairs, even if you would never risk taking the scent of strangers into your most intimate place.

Namjoon’s eyes flash, first to your face and then to the officers. And you know that he knows that you're on the edge of it, that you're one bad word away from bursting into tears. Every bone of his body is ramrod straight, Namjoon is holding himself back.

Not as hard as Hobi is, he’s shaking like a leaf next to you.

The other police officer (the one who has his scent mostly under control and looks younger than you) gulps. Uncomfortable with the level of pungent pheromones that Namjoon is putting out right now. Namjoon's pack alpha scent is stinky and unabated, with stiff liquor and angry sour coffee (you’d rather smell him than the sour apple scent).

All you want to do is close the two feet between the two of you and sink behind him but instead, you’re forced to stay here. A wide- unfamiliar hand on your shoulder keeps you in place.

The fact that the police officers are bold enough to touch you right now tells you everything you need to know about the danger of the situation; touching another alpha's omega is already sort of rude. Touching another omega who's just been knotted in front of two of their alphas and their pack omega? You're surprised Namjoon didn't come out the door swinging.

You're pretty sure you can feel Hobi's cum dripping out of your hole, you have to stand carefully to keep it from leaking out. You squirm uncomfortably. Hoping that no one can smell it.

The silence between the alphas hovers threateningly, and you see Namjoon's nostrils flare.

“Listen- we could easily book them both for public indecency, but it’s not the summer yet, and we understand you have a lot of packmates, Mr. erm-“

“Kim Namjoon, Doctor Kim Namjoon.”

It helps that Namjoon’s still in his suit. Three pieces and dark blue that flatters his skin tone and an early tan that he has because Jungkook had dragged him out for a run on the last warm day you had. He's the picture of perfect tailoring and everything that a pack alpha should be.

He had a meeting with the board of directors today- you remember watching him get ready this morning, coiffing his hair back away from his face. Making sure he looked presentable.

Namjoon had his resignation meeting today- and broke the news to the hospital board that he was looking to retire. Maybe not forever- but at least for the foreseeable future. Maybe…until after the pack had pups even.

He's been talking about more and more recently, even though it's not really up to him. Even though it's not really up to you either- given how your heats have stalled. Jin is the only omega who is willing to entertain those conversations that happen in the late night honey light often when the two of them are brought low and sweet and so in love it takes your breath away a little.

The way the two of them look when it's just them, cuddled on the couch or the dining room table or in the bathroom elbow to elbow. And Namjoon's hands will skim Jin's stomach almost in worry, in warming. Like Namjoon's hopes are too big not to pretend already. Playing with each other's hands and whispering sweet nothings and sweeter promises.

"Do you think they'd have your eyes?" "I don't care, but I hope they have your dimples."

Namjoon will ask to mate Jin any day now, the second any danger fades. You know it as surely as you know that you and Hoseok are going to get matching tattoos the next free day you have to.

But the danger has not faded at all tonight, no, the danger is here on either side of you and Hobi. On your porch. On your front doorstep. sweat bleeds down the back of your neck. You think of the body that's no longer downstairs, and the spackled-over holes in the plaster.

You wish you knew how his meeting went. If it went poorly or not- there is nothing in his expression that gives it away, not the Glasses on the edge of his nose, barely shielding the officers from his glower or his suit still buttoned.

The officers take Namjoon’s glare to heart, probably thinking that namjoon's angry at both you and Hobi and not from the general disdain Namjoon has for police officers.

“When we found out that they were registered to a pack we figured- you understand, of course. We prefer to leave things like this up to pack alphas. We understand the delicacy of these abnormal family structures.”

Namjoon looks at you and tips his chin down slightly, imperceptibly.

You dart across the distance, folding yourself against his shoulder. But Namjoon doesn’t leave you there, pushing you gently behind his shoulder and into Jin's waiting arms. You cling to Jin’s front, side by side with Hobi too who followed Namjoon's wordless command.

He glances back at the officers and starts to growl. Namjoon’s sharp voice cuts off the sound. Louder- to block it out. “Thank you for returning them to me. I’ll handle it. Have a good night.”

Namjoon has a hand on the back of your and Hobi's neck, threatening a scruff if you don't behave, guiding you into the house. And you know that touch sets the police down and satisfied.

A pack alpha like that- I'd rather take a night in a cell you hear them whisper as they turn, heavy booths thudding down the steps. Hoseok pauses, a louder- deeper growl sparking to life in his chest like rolling thunder. How dare they- how dare they judge Namjoon-

Seokjin's arm tightens around Hobi’s waist cutting off the sound.

Jimin is there in the doorway as Namjoon and Jin muscle you through. Staying hidden. Probably because Namjoon and Jin doubted that he could be civil during a time like this. He’s jumping up and down on the balls of his feet, wound up by the presence of the police. The officers flash their lights once and only once as they pull away from your house. Jimin watches as he pulls down the blinds.

The floorboards creek under your feet as you sway. There are only two lights lit on the ground floor. The lamp by the couch and the one by the coffee pot. Both yellow, both honey. And it sends the 5 of you into dulcet chiaroscuro. Namjoon's face is all shadows and honey as his lip lifts in a snarl and he scrubs a hand over his cheeks. trying to get a handle on his instincts before he lashes out.

Your heart thumps hard in your chest as you watch him and he watches you.

You clear your throat, and your voice comes out tight, hissing. "Where's Tae and Yoongi and Jungkookie?" You ask him, anxiety bleeding down the back of your neck. No one answers your question. No one has any reaction and it’s like you haven’t spoken at all.

Namjoon is a man on a mission, pulls you into the center of the room and unzips your sweatshirt and strips it off of you efficiently. Checking for marks on your arms, your throat, the nape of your neck- looking. But he finds no evidence of hurt or impropriety. Not even a fucking hickey.

He drops to his knees to check your stomach- some alpha part of him that can’t avoid the temptation- itching and fighting to get out as he lifts the hem of your shirt. Hands circle your hips, checking for bruises, checking your knees, your hips, and your calves. Checking for anything.

He looks up at you from the floor, hands gripping the back of your knees.

“Did they touch you pup?”

Hobi shifts uneasily from foot to foot. "I was watching her the whole time-"

“No. Alpha-”

Jimin’s eyes flash in the darkness, “thought you were going to punch them hyung.” But even though he teases, Jimin’s scent is still sour, everyone’s is.

“Would have,” Namjoon grits out. It takes a special sort of devotion to make a gentle man violent. But you’ve never been gladder for Namjoon’s gentleness as you are now.

It rushes over you- everything that’s happened; Watching Hobi get yanked from the car by his shoulder and pushed up against the side of the car. Having to pull on your pants in the dark parking lot with a flashlight on you and some man behind it. Watched. Hunted.

A knot builds in your chest, and you don’t cry- you won’t cry but-

Jin’s hands brush your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your shoulders. “You’re gonna be alright pup- it’s alright-“

Your lower lips quivers. “Ask me my color.”

Namjoon is still on his knees below you and jolts at hearing your words. Jaw rolling as he looks up at you and chews through them. Both Jimin and Hobi's faces jerk in your direction, eyes wide. Nervous. jin's eyelashes just flutter, a purr building in his chest. soothing your fried and anxious scent.

“Ask me Jin- please-” Your voice cracks, wobbles.

Jin’s tentative, and behind him you see Jimin's gaze anxiously darting between the pack alpha and omega.

But you're trembling there, so unmoored, and all you want is someone to tell you how to feel, what to do, what to say, and how to sit. Everything. You want someone to decide what you need for you, to make your choices for you.

Jin eyes you, flickering down to your heaving chest as he pets gently over your collarbones with the back of his hand. Shushing you while he thinks. Is this what you’re asking for- what you need? Do you really need a scene from them right now? Do you really want to submit after something like that?

Yes, in any way you’ll let me. I just need to stop thinking about what just happened. I don’t want to. Please don’t make me tell you. Don’t make me relive it. I just want to forget. Can you make me stop thinking? Can you fuck it out of me?

Jin's thumb hovers on your lower lip, like he needs to feel as well as hear you say it. “What’s your color pup?”

“Green” your voice breaks, and Jin pauses. he looks at you for a singular long moment and then down at Namjoon.

Namjoon’s hands run down the front of your thighs once more to your knees and then back up again before he pops back up onto his feet. Towering over you and turning your hands over and over again in his. The marks that crisscross your palms look pink and threatening. But Namjoon knows that they haven’t bothered you in weeks.

Namjoon moves from you to Hobi, going not for his hands but to the hem of his shirt. Stripping it off of him, Hobi puts his arms up for him, obedient. His hair fluffy when he comes out the other side.

Namjoon presses the shirt to his nose and although it’s dry from your slick and squirt now- you blush, aware of what he must be able to scent on it. Of what Namjoon must be able to scent on both of you. The evidence of your indiscretion and the misery that followed

The pack alpha’s coffee scent spikes wildly, thick and musky- dizzying, making you teeter to the point where Jimin rests a hand on your elbow to steady you.

Hobi's arms rise with goosebumps as Namjoon palms him blatantly between his legs. Feeling for his cock, feeling for a still inflated knot. finding it sweet and heavy and lonely between his thighs. Hobi’s lower lash line is wet but his whole body jerks into Namjoon's hand as he gasps. But he stays mostly still at Namjoon's inspection.

“Green,” he says before Namjoon even has to open his mouth.

"Such a good pup, saying it before he's even asked. how eager, how needy." Jin praises, still petting over your collarbones, eyeing your throat with a keen light in his eyes that you haven't seen in months. Namjoon seems to have the same idea. Stares hobi down before jerking his head and looking at Jimin, standing at the ready, eager to be of use.

"Go get their collars. Please Minnie." It's the only time Namjoon will ask so nicely for something tonight. Hobi lets out a belated whine that cuts off at Namjoon's look, "settle." Namjoons shoulders straighten and he's still holding Hobi's cock, staring into his eyes until Hobi bears his throat with another noise, a pupish whine.

You don't know if you've ever heard Hobi sound like that. You wonder if you sound like that- when you're under Namjoon's thumb. There is nothing in his face left of the boy who teased you until you were shaking a few short hours ago. But somehow you still can't tear your eyes away from them.

Maybe Hobi needs this just as much as you do, which is why he's letting it happen.

Namjoon is so big compared to Hobi, at least a head taller and so much wider. He's such a big alpha. Hobi knows it too- He grits his teeth. Bares them at the pack alpha in challenge. An invitation if you’ve ever seen one, Namjoon just scoffs at the show of aggression.

"If you do not settle puppy, Alpha will make you and you will not like it."

Hoseok just growls again, louder.

They stand off like that, Namjoon’s jaw rolls and You stand there, mindful not to move, as Jin shuts the blinds and Namjoon lets go of Hobi roughly and then takes off his dark blue suit jacket, folding it gently over the back of the couch. Every movement is smooth and measured. He might be the angriest you've ever seen him, but Namjoon is still taking pains not to spook you.

Namjoon moves in your direction and Hobi growls. A real growl this time a warning.

Namjoon just looks at him and grins, bearing his teeth, a little feral. "Alright- if that's how you want to play it pup then so be it. You need to remember who you belong to- who you both belong to."

Namjoon undoes his cufflinks, letting them fall to the floor with a metallic pop. His eyes are dark and hot on you. "To answer your question pup- a certain photo made Jungkook too riled up to wait. They're taking care of him upstairs. He wanted to make sure the nest was warm for you- said you’d need it with how angry we were."

You swallow, silent for a moment- turning to Jimin, reappearing in the doorway, "you didn't-"

Jimin shakes his head, blonde hair flopping eyes dark. He's got both your collars in his hands. They look a bit more delicate than you remember. Hoseok's red and yours pink. "Wanted to make sure you were both alright."

You swallow and turn back to Namjoon. It's a real struggle not to burst into tears. "Tae asked me to wait up with you, to help-" he cuts himself off with a look at namjoons face.

you swallow through a thick lump in your throat.

As the pack's subs- it's harder for them to let you and Hobi play on your own without worrying and checking. On a good day this would have resulted in something similar, less rough- but something similar. And today has not been a good day- not by a long shot.

It’s no secret that both of you need a guiding hand. A guiding hand that you both haven't gotten or had in the last few months but one that you’ve needed. Submissive and packmate neglect isn't something that Namjoon takes lightly.

Namjoon’s hand directs your chin up so that you have to look him in the eyes.

“Riling us up is all fun and good- but I do trust you to be safe pup- not only with yourselves- but with us too.” You can hardly keep Namjoon’s gaze with the disappointment evident in his voice, the shame in your chest simmering. Not because he’s wrong and you don’t deserve this scolding, but because you know he’s very very right.

His voice rises in pitch, his anger sparking from flares to a controlled burn. “involving the police when things have finally calmed down- to do something that stupid out of your need for some teenage rebellion. Do you know what might happen? What might happen to all of us if someone finds out-"

Namjoon doesn’t raise his voice, never. Not in anger and not in anguish but he gets close now. Voice rising both in pitch and tone. Cutting himself off before he truly shouts at you.

He strokes down your cheek lovingly, gently after he gets a handle on his tone.

“I know you are not dumb; I know you’re not stupid- but maybe I’ve been underestimating the amount of guidance you both need.” Namjoon pets your cheek with a finger, gentle. a little incredulous, like he seriously can't believe it, like he doesn't know- "What the fuck were you thinking?"

"Hobi and I- we were just- we just wanted to have fun-"

"You could have done it in the fucking house-" Namjoon bites out.

"No, no I couldn't have." You are stubborn for once, unflinching. It's times like this that you’re always the most honest. When you’re so brought down that you have no choice but to be.

Your voice rises, even though you don’t want it to.

"This place is so stuffy with guilt these days that I can't even breathe Namjoon, I can't breathe without wondering who is mad at me and for what- Yoongi-" You slip, looking down and away, looking at Hobi who looks like he might cry too. "I can't- I can't come to you with this because you're still angry at me- I know you're still angry at me-"

Namjoon is too stricken to speak, too stricken to do much more than clutch at you.

"Asking for a punishment is easier, asking for a punishment is easier because at least I know you won't give me something that you don't want-"

You know better than most that respecting people's boundaries means you won't always get what you need. And to have Namjoon disregard that when you know that he values boundaries as much as you do-

You won't be like them. Like Moonbyul or Geumjae or any past lovers that might have traipsed over boundaries and justified it by calling it a need. You won't have Namjoon disregard that either. To call what you and Hobi did a mistake and a 'should have' when it's so much more than that.

It's Hobi who speaks, imploringly "Alpha."

Namjoon turns to Hobi, “You are one of my alpha’s," he turns back to you "My omega, you are mine.” Namjoon’s voice goes honey-soft when he says it, and a flush rises high on Hobi’s cheeks.

“My anger is not something I want to matter as much as your needs. I want you to feel that I love you- always. And this is how I show it, if you felt you couldn't come to me just because-" Namjoon's voice is thick with emotion and he closes his eyes, stealing himself Namjoon's teeth dig into his lower lip, glancing back at Hobi.

"I expect you to know when to stop and when keep going. If you do not understand the line between agency and safety, the line between my anger and my love for you, I will need to show you again.”

There is red leather in Jin's hands, shiny in the darkness. He’s got yours as well- small and pink and delicate looking next to Hobi’s classic collar. You’ve almost forgotten what it’s looked like- it’s been so long since the pack has used it on you. Jin does not move to fasten it around Hobi’s neck yet. Just perches on the arm of the couch.

“Color?” He asks again, because he can’t not double-check after an outburst like that. Your bell tinkles in his hands as he turns it over. You almost flinch at the sound of it, almost.

Hobi’s a little breathless, chest heaving, instincts clearly running wild. “Green”

it takes you a second longer. They wait, Jimin strokes a hand down your back, gently. “Green.” It’s small and it’s soft, but you give it. You’d say no if you didn’t want it.

Your body is shaking- you feel so unmoored, so unsettled. Namjoon is angry at you and it doesn't matter. He says it doesn't and you should believe him. Still- you’re willing to do anything to get him close, to be forgiven.

"What do you need?" namjoon asks you it without pre-amble, without expectation.

"I don't want to think anymore, I don't want to be afraid, can you" you hesitate, "Can you fuck it out of me?"

Namjoon spends another second watching you, waiting. But then he plunges on ahead. Letting the full weight of his scent ripple out, heavenly and thick. Intoxicating.

"Kneel. Now. Both of you."

Your legs go weak and you plummet without your say-so. Jimin is close at your elbow, catching you as soon as you fall, guiding you softly to the floor so you don’t hurt your knees. Huffing a quiet laugh. Your face remains upturned in Namjoon's direction. Unable to look away.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jin stride over to you and Hobi. where you kneel side by side. His usually comforting omega pheromones are rancid. He cups your cheeks, turning you away from Namjoon to look at him.

He dangles the collar in front of you teasingly.

"You both have to earn your collars today- Both of you- on the couch" You aim to get up on your feed but Jin keeps you down with a soft hand on the top of your head. "No, you'll crawl."

humiliation makes your breath hitch, but you you jerk forward, shuffling across the floor until Jin stops you yet again with a quiet laugh. "Not yet puppy, wait- stay-"

You can't possibly know that crawling is something that the others often make Hobi do in puppy space. He is no stranger to this. But you do recognize the wild glassiness as something else other than subspace when you look over at him tentatively, hoping that he's not looking at you, hoping that he's following their commands just like you are. It's substantially less embarrassing with him by your side.

Huh, you like this. You like kneeling with Hobi, it makes you feel fuzzy, it makes you feel safe- in a way that subbing alone or subbing with just Jungkook hadn't- maybe.

Maybe it's because Hobi is an alpha.

"Stay." Jin commands, a hand up, and you feel like your whole body is on fire as the three of them, Jin, Namjoon, and Jimin, go to sit on the couch, taking their time while you both kneel. A loud keening noise punctures the quiet as you watch them walk away from you, and it takes you a breath to realize it came from your own throat.

“Stay, good puppies.”

The bubble in your throat bursts and you let out a held breath. Shaky.

Namjoon's thighs splay to show his generous hardness tenting in his slacks, Jin sits daintier, one leg crossed over the other and his robe re-tucked. Jimin shifts uneasily, hands on his knees, eyes darting from you to Namjoon who stares you down.

You watch delicately, as Jin laces his hand with Namjoon's, smoothing the other up and down Jimin's thigh. The other alpha's hardness isn't so obvious. But the scent of Jinnie's slick joins your own looping through the air like the scent of fresh baked goods on a hot summer's day. Sweet and enticing.

All you have to do is not move until Hobi does.

You keen again, and it goes unacknowledged again. Hobi's knuckles brush against the floor hard as he shifts his weight. The pack alpha and pack omega hold their breath.

"Okay, now."

Hoseok goes quicker than you do, you're a little slow, a little sluggish, a little dumb under the weight of whatever Namjoon's pheromones are doing to you. Your cheeks feel like they're on fire and your gaze is downturned as you crawl to them. The humiliation of it bleeding down your chest and back as you fail to meet their gaze as you go. Stopping only when you're in between Namjoon and Jin's feet. Hobi's thigh pressed against yours.

You watch as Jin fastens the red collar around Hobi's neck. The gold metal dog bone-shaped charm on the end rests against the hollow of his throat is so pretty. When he looks up at Jin, there is nothing but utter devotion in his eyes, it's so beautiful it makes you a little breathless.

As you watch the words on the charm catch the light, 'good boy' it reads.

"Good girl." Your gaze is drawn back to Namjoon and you feel your own collar fastened around the back of your neck. Jimin’s hands making quick work of the buckle. Not the pack alpha, although he does tug at the bell at the front, making it jingle. Removing it after a second.

Too much excess noise- maybe for those upstairs. Namjoon has no idea if they’ve finished yet but it’s late enough for them to be asleep.

Jin tugs at your collar, one hand looped through yours, the other Hobi’s. Hobi goes where Jin pulls him, as easy as breathing. You’re a little more stumbly, setting a hand on his knee to stop yourself from face-planting into it (you wouldn’t have hit it hard, you’re just very wobbly right now).

Jin lets you catch your breath (you’re panting a little too heavy already and they haven’t even begun) before pulling you cheek-to-cheek with Hobi. Jin does it for seemingly no reason, pulling you this way and that just to see if you'll follow until you're cheek to cheek with him. Until you can feel more than see hobi's grin.

It feels a bit like an owner showing their pet what they did wrong. A little humiliating where it not for the way Hobi squeezes your hip reassuringly. Jin's fingers toy with the back of your collar before threading through your hair, the other in Hobi's, scratching his scalp hard. Hobi tips his head back into the touch.

Your eyelashes flutter- head pets do feel really really good-

Jin's long fingers go tight in your hair, and he starts to tug you back to Hobi again. "Give her a kiss puppy, as a thank you for asking for a scene so sweetly. Show her how good puppies give kisses."

Your eyelashes flutter, and you barely catch the deep red flush on Hobi's cheeks- that matches the collar around his throat- before he follows Jin's command.

It's different than the kisses you shared in the car- so much more involved. Hobi's jaw works and his tongue- the way he laps into your mouth- licks blindly and sloppy, is messy- but it's good- the tip of your tongue teases his sharp canines and he tastes musky and satisfied, the fear and anger edging away bit by bit.

He bites your lower lip, smarting. Painful enough that you gasp and lean further into him. You like it when he bites, maybe a little too much- the shock- the zinging pain of being marked, the ache that stays there and lets you know you'll wear his bruises later.

Jin pulls him back with a savage jerk. "No biting, bad puppy." but Hoseok is grinning, eyes a little hazy, and you know you must be his mirror, reaching, reaching to touch.

Jin laughs softly as he shakes you slightly once for good measure, keeping you at arm's length from the very alpha that earned you this punishment. Shaking you gently. Before he lets you go, letting you sag against Namjoon's thigh and into his hands, the pack alpha shushes you, murmurs out a ‘good pup’ that makes you feel like you’re melting, scratching gently down your shoulders, between the straps of your tank top.

Jin’s eyes are flinty in the darkness. Dom space has never looked quite so brutal, quite so beautiful either. Jin sets his elbows on his knees and stares down at you until you whimper and look away. Hiding your face in Namjoon’s thigh.

"Minnie, take the pups out of their clothes. Just her pants, I think the pup needs a little cover." You gulp.

He's right, goosebumps form up and down your arms. You're not sure how Jimin gets you out of them- picking you up by the loops in your pants and draping you filthy and quick over Namjoon's thigh (an impressive feat of strength) yanking them off with a laugh as you kick your legs a little- just so that Jin can grab them to keep them still, just so that Hobi can put his teeth against your thigh to make you stay.

"No puppy- bad- i said no biting." Your panties are just as wet and filthy with cum and slick as they were in the car nearly an hour ago. Your cunt flutters around nothing at a bit of rough treatment. Forcing more of the mess out. Seeping. Turning the fabric dark with a mix of slick and cum and squirt.

Jimin pries them apart to point it out to namjoon and jin and your hand goes tight on the pack alphas waist. glad that they can't see your face as they praise you. How you whimper and grow teary eyed a the humiliation of being put on display.

"Wow Hobi- how many times did you even make her cum?"

"Yeah she's like- totally ruined." They snap the band meanly- but they leave them on. Someone spankings you just once, brief, gentle- you hardly feel the sting. Before they place you gently back on the floor- this time properly between Namjoon's legs.

But it’s not really rough- it’s delicate. The way that Namjoon and Jin tug at your collar. The dark cushion that Namjoon sets down for your knees. Hobi doesn’t get a cushion and it takes you a second to figure out why.

He won’t be kneeling for long.

You might like it a little too much, having them manhandle you. Keeping you there on the floor below them- below the hum of conversation, not excluded but not expected to participate. Reassuringly just at the edge of their touch. Namjoon's fingers stay tucked into your collar, just at your scent gland, rubbing into it reassuringly.

Jimin is a good alpha and disrobes Hobi with just as much fussing.

Letting the other alpha growl and fight back until Jimin has to put real effort into pining Hobi to the floor. Ripping off his boxers with a clean jerk and a loud tearing sound. Laughing all the while- clearly enjoying himself as Hobi’s growls become needy whines and the knee between his leg grinds down.

His cock flicks and jerks as Jimin holds him there. His nose is pressed to the ground until he stops fighting back. Arms and shoulders flexing with definition. Determination flagging.

-Omegas watching have to show omega- have to show- but- but Minnie's too strong- it feels too good to let him set his teeth on Hobi's neck. To go limp at the attention. Jiminie is just- he's-

Hobi is spinning, dazed. Too dazed to notice your staring, the fresh pulse of slick in the air as you watch him. Peaking over Namjoon's thigh nervously to watch the scuffle. It feels too good to submit. To let go of the rioting animal thing in his chest and just give in.

You'd be nervous if Jimin's touch didn't go soft, didn't go sweet as he pets up and down Hobi's cheek. "There you go puppy- just needed to know alpha's here, right?"

Hobi trembles as he leans into Jimin's hands. He's still shaking when Jimin puts him gently back in between Jin's parted thighs.

It's only with Hobi completely bare that Jimin settles back against the couch. legs parted wide, cock so obviously hard between his legs tenting his black pajama pants. It's hard to miss it.

Hard and aching. You wonder if it hurts to be so turned on- to poke out like that.

You blink, first looking from Hobi, where he sits more docile and even more dazed looking than before to Namjoon above you, watching with a satisfied glint in his eyes. And you realize he was poised to step in if Jimin failed to settle him. He let Jimin take the job of settling. Let him- because he likes it.

Namjoon catches you watching, stroking down your neck in question. "I didn't realize the wrestling was like- a sex thing," You mutter, soft.

"It's not always," Jimin says, at the same time Jin snorts and says "Of course it was a sex thing."

Hobi’s a little dazed, not responding to your words and it takes a glance for you to realize that oh- he’s somewhere else. His eyes are wide and upturned, glassy as he looks at Jin. He looks at Jin the same way that Jimin looks at Tae when she’s not looking. Utter devotion and more.

Hobi's good. He keeps his hands between his parted thighs at Jin’s feet. Not touching his cock, hard and arching up towards his stomach. All but shaking his ass to mime a wagging tail (you wonder if he's got one somewhere in the boxes in the other room). When Jin touches his cheek, Hobi whines and laps at his fingers.

“Good puppy” Namjoon croons from above you, eyes sharp on Hobi, glancing at you when he catches you watching. “Such a good example”

After a second. You put your own hands between your parted thighs and push up on them. Mimicking his posture and arching your spine. looking back up at Namjoon for approval.

"Good pup, just like that."

Jin continues to pet Hobi, up and down the side of his face, scratching the top of his head. And Hobi continues to push into his hands. Eyes fluttering closed. The touches indulgent and certainly a reward.

Jin’s supposed to be angry; he’s supposed to be punishing you- but sue him- Seokjin has missed his puppy, his good boy. He’s going to take every opportunity for some much-needed daddy/dog time.

"Now, do you want to tell me what made you fuck like a mutt during a rut in a car where anyone could see you? Or do I have to spank it out of you?"

"We just- I- we went to the store and-"

Hobi whines loudly cutting you off, Jimin is massaging at his scent gland, leaning low to teethe at it while Jin pets through his hair. Hands skimming down, over his chest and then the skinny almost abs that Hobi's always had.

You know that Jin has his hands on his cock when Hobi seizes up. Eyes fluttering in relief. Lips parting, tongue pressing between his lips but not lolling out quite yet.

He pumps Hobi hard, once, twice. And Namjoon lets you watch. Peeking over his thigh, chin perched there, stroking down your cheek. He lets you watch Hobi jerk when Jin takes a hand off of him. Letting out a half gasp and half whimper.

The pack omega changes his mind, looking down at the bit of pre-cum on his fingers. Almost purring. Purring because even after having you twice, Hobi is still weak for his pack omega.

You squirm, rubbing your legs together, and Namjoon tuts, nudging your thighs apart with one of his shiny leather dress shoes. "No pup."

"Actually, I don't think we should spank them, I think that would be too much of a treat." Jimin taunts.

"I agree," Jin says, petting through Hobi’s hair, tugging it this way and that roughly.

Jin notices your confused expression, and he tips your chin up to his. "If you're going to fuck and tease like a mutt without thought then we're going to treat you like one puppy. Only good pups get treats."

Hoseok whines, so far down that he can't verbally respond, you stutter, trying to form words. More cognizant but still stumbling, struggling to meet Namjoon's eyes when you look up at him.

It's easier to stare elsewhere, not over at Jimin, who has one hand between his own legs and the other loosely wrapped around Jin's waist, chin resting on the omega's shoulder, fingers toying with the closure of his robe and the smooth planes of his chest revealed by the plunging neckline. That delicate clavicle that you are only too accustomed to- that you are only too hungry for in omegaspace.

It might take one last push to get you there. But Namjoon and Jin have always been fans of getting you down gently. Not plummeting.

“Tell Alpha,” Namjoon asks, directing your gaze back to him. Your cheeks cradled in both of his wide palms. You’re dimly aware of Seokjin ushering Hobi up onto the couch, but you stay right where you are.

Namjoon’s legs part wider, and you rest your cheek on his thigh, looking up at him. Even though he’s glowering down at you, you’ve never felt safer- here at the pack alpha's feet, within the careful circle of his long legs. Really- your alphas are all a force of nature, all so big and tall and strong. The kind of strength that makes you want to bear your throat and let them do with you what they want.

Those cops out there didn’t stand a chance. If this was the olden days, Namjoon wouldn’t have hesitated to get violent on your behalf.

He smells so good- you can feel and taste it on your teeth.

"No no no- no biting. Pup-" Namjoon catches you, his voice shifting from angry to exasperated. You don't know how you didn't realize that you'd subconsciously started to go and bite his thigh. Stopped at the last second by his hands, your teeth skimming the smooth silk taper.

It's not your fault, Namjoon is very nibbleable.

Jimin laughs, and even Namjoon can't resist cracking a smile- "just let her have a nibble Namjoon-"

“Tell Alpha what you did in the car.” Hobi whines loudly, and you know that words are hard for him. That it’s hard for him to talk when his mind is scrambled like this.

“Hoseok-“

“Puppy” Namjoon corrects.

“Puppy he- we just-“ You stutter, lost for words, and Namjoon waits for a breath longer before he leans forward. Reaching wordlessly between your legs. Your panties are still on, clinging to the dampness there. Namjoon sets his fingers over you and doesn't move them. You whine. He has to reach so far down that he's practically nose-to-nose with you.

“Do you want me to tell you what I think happened pup?”

You nod, your nose brushes his cheek, and he pets softly between your legs. You’re so sensitive that you can’t help but gasp a little. “I think you let the puppy put his little cock and knot in this sweet hole right here. I think you let him mount you where anyone could see. I think he gave it to you good and sweet because you’re both normally very good and very sweet and I think it made him very very happy to tease alpha like this.”

You know that Hoseok isn't really small- at least not by alpha standards. But compared to Namjoon, to the length that's all but vulgar in the way it's swelled in his slacks, the thin silk that clings to it- compared to that- Hoseok is quite small.

You shake your head, and Namjoon raises an eyebrow. “Oh? Did it happen differently? Did you make him beg for your cute little hole?”

“You- you said that he gave it- but he didn’t-“ Namjoon raises an eyebrow, stroking gently down the side of your face. “I was on top.”

Namjoon looks so fast at Hobi perched in Jin's lap he thinks it might as well have given him whiplash. Jimin’s hand in Hobi’s hair pulls tight, tilting his neck back so that Jin can nuzzle mindlessly into his scent gland. All while his hands drift up and down Hobi's hips, avoiding the one hot and hard place between his thighs, although Hoseok's cock twitches every time Jin's hands wander even the least bit close.

Everyone is quiet for a moment.

And then Jin flicks Hobi's cock, gently. But Hobi still jerks near violent. Like an alpha possessed. Unable to control the way his body contorts. His gasp loud, pained, but his cock doesn't flag at all- if anything- it only looks like he grows harder.

Jin does it again just to watch him sqirm and flinch. "Bratty little pup- making her do all the work. I thought my good little puppy alpha knew how to be a good packmate, or do you need another lesson? does alpha need to show you how to knot?"

Your hips twitch and the motion isn't missed, Namjoon looks back at you finally- “Oh? Do you want to show Alpha how you rode the puppy’s cock?” You stutter- confused at what he means, until Namjoon keeps his hand on your shoulder and tips up the edge of his dress shoe and taps the inside of your thigh.

"Go on pup, show me how you rode him. You haven't earned a real cock yet so you'll have to make due."

At this angle, you can grip his knee to your chest, can hug Namjoon's calf, and pull yourself up on your knees the same way you did in the car. You short circuit- and you don’t know how to continue until Namjoon pulls you closer by your shoulders, half bent over, so that your front sits against his leg, hot and thick and powerful.

Only then does he sit back and reach for the button of his slacks, popping it open. “Go on pup, you were so eager to show us earlier- don't get shy on me now"

You start, moving your hips in simple little circles at first. Shy. looking up at him for approval that you're doing it right. Namjoon tugs at your collar, guiding you until you find your rhythm with a deep pleased growl.

It feels strange to do it, especially with all of them watching you. As you set your pussy over Namjoon's shoe and start to move. It's good- even if it's humiliating, all of this talk and manhandling has left you sticky and sensitive.

“Wait,” Jin says, reaching down, craning to get his hand between your thighs, slipping under your panties and pulling back with wet glistening fingers.

It's not only slick but a bit of Hobi's cum too. Jin tuts, spreading his fingers. Showing Namjoon and Jimin the translucent and cloudy in places threads that connect the wetness on his fingers. You shudder as you watch Jimin lick his lips, and feel Namjoon vibrate with a growl.

"Don't even try it Minnie-"

Jimin pouts, plush lips catching the light, "Wasn't going to-"

Hoseok just growls. Namjoon taps your chin and you go back to getting off on his thigh, trying to hide your little gasps every time you get the drag right. You don't pay attention to the alphas, you just look at Jin and his fingers- watching and waiting to see what he'll do with them.

Jin continues on like he doesn't have 3 alphas bickering over his slick-coated fingers. "I don't think you'll have any more cum left for me puppy, might have to milk it out of you." Jin nearly purrs as he looks over to where you're currently making a mess of Namjoon's shoes, all wet and slick. Rubbing your cunt all over him without a care in the world.

"What a needy little omega I've got- taking all of it and leaving none for Jinnie."

"Didn't mean to didn't-" Namjoon's fingers pinch your cheeks until your words go muffled. All mean and almost laughing at you for it. You might cry with how wound up you felt.

"No fibbing my little pup- we both know you probably loved it when puppy made you wet and messy. You both had to show us."

Hobi's whimpers and squirming starts up again a new. You let out a soft whimper as Hobi strains and Jimin holds him, both his hands held behind his back, on his knees still so that Jin can have unrestricted access to his cock. He's squirmier than you. Teeth bared, still fighting.

Jin’s hand must feel very very good because no sooner is the pack omega putting his slick hand to Hobi’s cock than is he squirming harder than ever. Fighting to get closer, fighting for more.

Jin’s hands move up and down Hobi’s cock, as he eyes his gnashing teeth. Taking none of it- not the growls or the snarls or the whimpers to heart, just leaning his cheek on his clean hand while his other goes up and down over Hobi's cock. Your slick makes the glide smooth and easy as he fucks up and down slowly, stopping occasionally to rub under the head until Hoseok is panting until his hips can’t up and-

Jin takes his hands off with a flick of his wrist, almost animated, and Hobi jerks violently as his orgasm slips away.

You whine too, and Namjoon makes a questioning hum in his voice. 'Wanna see puppy get all messy, wanna see him make Jinnie hands all messy too- Jinnie has pretty hands don't you think so alpha? Pretty pretty Jinnie Jinnie- pretty."

Namjoon laughs, and lovingly strokes down your cheek. You blink away the words, babbling when you're unaware that you are is one of the cutest ways that your omega space presents. Namjoon doesn't think he'll ever tire of how honest you get when you start to go into omegaspace. The way your thoughts just come out all at once.

The tips of Jin's ears are red, and Jimin nuzzles into them. Jin's hand goes extra extra mean on Hobi the drag tight and wet and so good it makes him want to cry when Jin takes his hands away again. Namjoon eggs you on.

"There's my pretty little pup. I know you want to see our beautiful pack omega- but punishments are punishments for a reason pup. You both have to earn it." Jin flushes at Namjoon calling him beautiful but you almost don’t catch it, too busy rubbing one out on Namjoon's shoe and nodding. Agreeing with what Alpha says because your alpha is very very smart and very very trustworthy.

Your chest is tight, and you're breathing heavy until Namjoon guides you to rest your cheek against his thigh oh so close to his cock. to where his hand moves. Your breath goes easy and sweet, soothed. A tight knot in your chest all but unraveled. Your rhythmic movements as you grind against his pant leg and shoe background noise to your frizzled mind. Namjoon's got you- you don't need to think about whether or not it's time to cum because he will tell you when you can.

Just like Jinnie's doing with Hobi right now.

Jin stares at his pinking-up cock with that disapproving lilt to his eyes, all mean in the way that makes parts of you all melty. He waits for Hoseok's panting to go gentle before he starts up again. Just as slow and just as meticulously.

He goes like that, edging Hobi, bringing him just there, just a little more but always stops when Hobi’s tummy twitches and he grits his teeth. Jin can read his tells well- the wide panic in his face of an orgasm that comes on too strong, too fast, too quick.

Hobi's cock goes pink and then red after a few minutes. His taught muscles hard and shaking with the strength of his denied pleasure. Jin edges him again and Hobi's cock twitches, knot trying but failing to inflate on its own. Arms straining against Jimin's hold. Still fighting.

Jin won't let him cum until he gives up and goes pliant.

"No Hobi- a few more pup- and then you'll be forgiven." Hoseok is a good sub, you never would have known it, but he doesn't squirm after the first few- surrendering himself to Jin's touch and Jimin's quiet hold. You keep moving your hips under Namjoon's quiet guidance, your cheek resting on his thigh to watch, his own hand moving against his cock. Hard peeking out from the waistband of his slacks. Watching as Hobi gets more and more desperate.

It’s pretty- the way he jerks and moves- like the pleasure has a mind of his own. Sweat drips down his midline, and Jimin's fingers keep Hoseok restrained. Although you sense that's more just so Hobi feels him.

“Don’t cum without alpha’s say so puppy.”

Namjoon's thigh is warm under your cheek, “Yes alpha.”

His hands are in your hair, gentle. Holding you close and keeping you pressed against his thigh. “Are you close pup?”

“A little,” you admit. You're not really- but it does feel good enough that you know you could cum, if they left you to this for a few more minutes- if Namjoon praised you a little bit. You're hungry for it.

Namjoon growls, satisfied. “Go slower then, lean back so I can see. Show alpha how good you are."

You lean back on your hands and Namjoon watches, grinning. The flush on your cheeks is something he touches, something he pinches, while he works his cock and you ride. Namjoon eats up your small sighs and quiet hiccups of pleasure.

“Such pretty pups I have, such pretty little pups,” he croons, almost more to himself than to you. After watching a little He pulls you back to rest closer, more firmly between your thighs. “Just stay here and watch Jinnie take Hobi apart, will only take a few more minutes pup- can you keep from cumming until then?”

“Yes alpha, won’t cum, promise.”

“Good pup.”

Hobi’s trembling gets harder and harder with every edge. He must be nearing half a dozen by now. It gets even worse when Jimin snakes his hands around to the front and starts toying with his chest. It must be an alpha thing, because you're pretty sure he wouldn't have the same reaction if you tried it. Jimin flicks Hobi's small nipples, and his cock twitches, dripping fresh pre-cum that Jin rubs into his skin. So wet and slick it makes a sound.

He gives him a breather, but isn't much of a breather at all when his touch treads down, examining all of Hobi- every inch. Beyond a neatly trimmed touch of hair that you know must be Jin's handy work- he keeps all the alphas very well groomed- Tae and Namjoon shave- but Hobi and jimin keep themselves just nicely trimmed. Pretty.

"Did you leave any for your pack omega Hobi, or did you give it all to her little cunt? Did it feel good? Pup is so warm and wet all the time- I bet she made a mess first."

You whimper, and Namjoon hooks a thumb into your mouth to press the pad of his finger against your tongue, just keeping his fingers there. And you part your lips wider. His own fist still moving up and down around the head of his cock. So wide that even Namjoon’s big hands can hardly go around it.

You wonder if the slide is too dry- you could make it wet for him, the same way you did with Hobi. You suck, soothing the wild want in your chest.

Hobi's mouth finally cooperates, finally sorts through the mess of good puppy, good boy, have to be a good boy, as he jerks away from what surely would have been a painfully needed orgasm.

"Yes! I did, I just-" Jin flicks the head of Hobi’s cock again and he flinches so hard that Jimin has to scruff him, turning his body limp, and he gives a wet sob, there is no remnant of the alpha that teased you until you were shaking earlier. But if anything- it's just as alluring. You can't look away, can't decide what to look at, Namjoon's big cock just in front of your face- or Hobi’s tearful jerking as Jin denies him an orgasm once again.

("Can you do that to me eventually?" You'll ask eventually, tomorrow maybe. In the nest, soft, pressed to Jin's chest, the safest place in the universe for pups that are still coming up, still feeling the after-effects of all of all this submission. hazy and trusting and boneless at your edges. "What? Edge you? You want to try it?" and Jin will giggle, and nip at your nose playfully. "Careful what you ask for honey.") He cries, but you know that it’s not your job to worry about that right now. “Want alpha.” You say, hugging Namjoon’s leg to your chest like a lifeline. You’re not sure you could stand if you wanted to. The pleasure is secondary to the submission like this.

“Want alpha to make puppy full- want knot here" you touch your stomach, and every alpha in the room growls. "please alpha, knot-“ you babble, but break off the second Namjoon turns his disapproving stare back to you.

“No pup. Not tonight.”

You whine but Namjoon doesn’t do anything but continue to work his cock hard and fast. You open your mouth, eyes fluttering closed, and Namjoon’s thumb presses on your lower lip, sort of in warning, sort of in fascination.

For once you actually wouldn't mind sucking him off, not if it was like this. With you safely under Namjoon’s thumb. Before- blowjobs had been a source of anxiety and trauma for you. But right now- you are so neglected, so riled up and so far down in subspace that you want things you wouldn't ordinarily. Maybe if you're good alpha will-

Namjoon knows this, and stops you before you can bully your way between his legs. "No pup." You whine petulantly and Namjoon soothes away the tears at the corner of your eyes. "Don't act like I’m being mean, it wouldn't fit pup, your mouth is too small for me."

"But- but- Pup could try-"

Jimin’s tone is dark and when you look at him, he's glaring. "Alpha said no pup. I thought you wanted to be a good little pup."

Jin clicks his tongue, "Your size kink is showing."

They're chagrined but not really, Namjoon lifts up the heel of his shoe, far enough that the toe hits your clothed pussy again and you chirp, clinging to his thigh. "Don't-" you cut yourself off, distracted by the way that Namjoon's fisting his cock, Namjoon might be fucking massive- but it's also pretty and veiny, proportional. Pink at the tip and dewy. You’d stopped grinding. Too distracted. Too small-minded.

"If you stop grinding pup I stop touching, you don't want to deny both of your alphas their pleasure, do you? Don't you want to be good."

You do want to be good and you're plummeting. Your brain starts to hinge on Namjoon's every word, alpha pheromones thick and sweet in your throat as you nod and continue to grind against Namjoon's smooth leather shoe. You can't say it's not a good feeling.

Although your hole is already pink and oversensitive from Hobi’s knotting earlier. Your clit had remained neglected then- but not anymore. You drag it wet and twitchy, presses against the wet fabric that clings, over the leather and it does feel good, it does feel sweet.

You continue to grind one out as Namjoon works a hand up and down his cock. Faster now. He's long enough that if he directs it towards you, you can open your mouth and let him tap the head against your tongue.

He does do that, once, twice, and then again for good measure. Namjoon's hand moves faster and faster.

You know he’s done for when you flick your eyes from his cock, and then back up to his face. loling out your tongue. You want it- you want to taste that you make your alpha happy.

When Namjoon cums, it's all over your face and chest, the thin white tank top will easily be stained in places, ruined probably (a shame- since you're pretty sure it's one of Tae's. Your mommy alpha just might take you over her lap for ruining it) It drips down your collar bones and over the top of your chest in thick hot ropes. Namjoon always cums so much. You close your eyes but Namjoon is careful. Aiming most of it at your neck and scent gland. A bit of it gets in your mouth, lips parted, and Namjoon tastes salty and potent.

(Something, something deep in your body clicks finished at that, something that is neither instinct nor biology.)

Namjoon works his cock through his orgasm, fisting his knot that only swells part of the way without an omega around it clamped warm and tight. But still looks cute and puffy at the base of his cock when he lets go with a wince. Letting you nuzzle into it and press a little kiss there. After a few seconds with him breathing heavy and your hips stilling, he tugs you up onto the couch. Guiding you to sit with your legs apart, giving your sensitive and sticky hole a bit of a break.

Namjoon wraps his arms around you and holds you for a second. Still breathing heavy. Giving you a little squeeze. Behind you- Hobi lets out a broken whimper. He’s too tired to jerk anymore. Cock going from red to almost purple with the strength of his denied orgasms.

Jin stops for a second. Holding Hobi close too- Jimin hooks his chin over Hobi’s shoulder to look down at his angry-looking cock.

Namjoon sits you on his lap and parts your thighs for the others to see the mess you've made of your panties. Skimming the tips of his fingers up to your twitching clit. Guiding your underwear off. You know better than to try and close your thighs. Sagging openly back against his chest and letting him put you on display, without worrying, without thinking. Staring up at him with what you know must be a dazed expression. Namjoon is such a pretty alpha, all of your alphas are so pretty. Jiminie too-

You blink, and when you look, Jimin's cheeks are pink, so pink and flustered that he buries his face in the nape of Hobi's neck. And you know once again you've spoken without realizing you have.

Namjoon's eyes flicker down to his cum on your chest and he wipes it away with a groan, “I’m sorry pup. Alpha should have been more careful about not making you messy.” Jin hums, eyes flashing from you to Hobi and you get the sense that he and Namjoon are communicating without words. Jimin shifts restlessly behind Hobi, holding him less firmly- but he's boneless now, tamed, and stays prostate as Jin shuffles over to you.

There is a towel- from where you don't know- maybe Jimin got it preemptively when he went and retrieve your collars. But it's rough against your cheek as Jin diligently cleans you of the pack alpha's cum- not your chest- but at least your face.

"My poor little puppy, made messy from two alphas already tonight," you pout, nodding up at him. Your hands tangle in the front of his robe, pulling at it petulantly.

"M'empty," you say, a little petulantly, and you are, the hollow ache is there, and you have three perfectly good alphas to fill you. "Want cum, pup's been good? Good puppy?"

Jinnie pecks your nose, "best puppy. My poor little pup, you did so well for Joonie- I think you've earned a little knot," Hobi shuffles forward, perking up, ready for his reward but Jimin jerks him back by his collar again and you've never seen him look so crestfallen.

Behind him, Jimin squirms and you sense it coming when Jin turns to kiss Hobi’s forehead and detangles himself from Jimin. Hobi needs to settle and Jimin-

Jimin needs a reward. For being so good, for keeping Hobi still for the pack omega.

You can feel the alpha's eyes on your pink cunt, a little wet and slick from where you rode Namjoon's shoe still splayed over his leg, on display. Jin beckons you over to them and you push yourself up onto your hands and knees, no longer unsure as you crawl over to the pack omega. You know your chest still has cum on it, that you're still wrecked, you don’t mind it.

Alpha, your instincts hum, I smell like alpha.

Behind Hobi, Jimin watches you with beady eyes, murmuring out a soft "fuck."

“Puppy was so rude earlier, making our little omega do all the work- I feel like I've neglected his education- I’ve neglected to show you puppy how a real alpha breeds an omega.” Jin keeps a hand on Hobi’s collar to keep him from getting to you but he tries anyway.

“Pup,” you look back at him, hands between your legs, back arched, waiting perfectly for his instruction.

“Present for us, let Jiminie see your little hole.”

You know how to make presenting pretty, guided by instinct and the desire to see your pack omega fulfilled as you start to turn and situate yourself on your hands and knees. But as you turn you stop- Namjoon's already moving.

He moves across the room, pulls the ottoman out from where it's tucked sort of by the coffee table, moving it over just in front of them.

It's not a breeding bench, it's really not but- but it could be.

Anxiety bleeds down your chest. You've never used a breeding bench, you've seen them before of course but you've never-

"Don't know- don't know how- Alpha- what are you-"

Namjoon holds out his hand to help you stand. "Alpha will show you pup," You get on your feet, teetering, clutching at the edge of your shirt with an anxious thrum to your bones, but Namjoon- Namjoon's so good as he guides you.

You squirm, unsure, unsure because Jin and Jimin and Hobi are all looking at you and you're anxious about doing it wrong. You get onto the ottoman on your knees but resist it as Namjoon pushes you. You have no chance- you know you could never overpower Namjoon but the resistance makes him pause.

He wraps his arms around your middle, completely disregarding the mess of his cum still on your chest, smearing it without care as he holds you. Pecking your cheek, your lips, your mouth that parts in a needy whine.

"In the olden days, back when people used to use breeding benches to settle fussy omega's like you- they had straps and buckels to keep you presented. To keep you in place. Do you want something like that pup? Do you need it?"

You whine and nod, and Namjoon jerks his chin again, not at you but at Jimin.

You kneel there, partially hidden by the pack alpha, content to be held for a second. While Jimin goes to the other room.

The silk in Jimin's hands reminds you of some of Tae's ribbon, pink too- just like your collar, but braided and strong- it matches the color of your collar and you wonder when they got it. "Yoongi's better at this than I am." Jimin says as he starts to tie your ankles, splaying them apart on either corner of the ottoman. As Namjoon latches a leash to your collar.

You surrender yourself completely to their tugging, the loops that Jimin puts around your ankles, and the way that Namjoon splays your legs wider and then pulls the ropes tight- showing him how to do it, looping them around the legs of the ottoman.

Namjoon leaves your hands free, but it almost doesn't matter with how short the leash is, you can't even lift your chin up off the fabric. It takes them maybe 30 seconds to properly restrain you, and when you try to lift your head, to stop arching your spine- you find you can't move more beyond a little squirming.

Oh- oh. You like this, you like not being able to move, not being able to fight and squirm. It's like a collar only full body, it's like a collar only better.

"There we go- that's a good pup, that feels better right? All settled now?" You whimper, eyes rolling, you like this- you like being restrained.

Namjoon's fingers are long, long enough that he can pry your hole open and show Hobi just how pink and messy your hole is, a bit of cum- the last little bit probably- given how much you've already spilled. Slipping out and down to the nudge of your clit.

Namjoon presses it back inside, and you keen, no longer empty. It's momentary because Namjoon doesn't finger you for long, just checks, just checks that you're open enough to take Jimin's knot. Hot and clenching around his fingers. Worked up already you know you won't take much. You whine loud and petulantly- you know Namjoon already said he wouldn't knot you tonight and he'd surely have to prep you more but-

Utter bliss falls over you at the tightness of your restraints. Jinnie and Namjoon are such good pack alpha and pack omega, surely they know what's best, surely they know what you should do with the sweet pinking sensitivity between your legs.

It’s not up to you what happens right now or which alpha fucks and breeds you. It's so easy to let your head down and let go. To feel the bounds of your own control in the restraints. Embarrassed deep down but in the moment unable to do anything but obey obey obey.

Jin's command comes like a crack of thunder. "Alpha, mount."

Hobi jerks at the command, almost falling with how quick he tries and fails to get up from the couch, he gets another flick to his cock at that- and the attention leaves him near howling. Blinking away tears at the corner of his eyes.

"Not you mutt," Jin croons, affectionate even if the words are demeaning. He jerks his chin.

"Minnie, show the puppy how it's done, show him how my alpha's are supposed to breed their omega's and not the other way around."

Jimin shifts, sliding to the edge of the couch, tentative but eager. But Minnie- minnies got a knot, you know it's chubby and that it feels good.

Namjoon eggs him on, "Show him Minnie- show him how a proper alpha gives an omega their knot, I know I've taught you and Tae well."

The implications of that make your head spin, did namjoon show them? Did he set Jin or Kookie up on a bench like this and show them one after another how to fuck properly? How to make the drag sweet and with finesse? Your head spins at the idea of it.

But too soon for your fantasy is Jimin bullying his way between your thighs, Namjoon's hands guiding his hips to put it in. "There you go minnie, just like that, isn't she so warm inside? isn't the fit tight or did Hobi take that from you-"

"Still Tight- wet" Jimin pants out as your eyelashes flutter open in relief, making eye contact with Hobi, bearing his teeth, feral, and you realize Jin is having to put real effort into holding him back.

His growl is all the warning you get as Jimin sheathes everything he's got inside of you. Not so long but thick enough that it has you gasping, unable to breathe, eyes wide and body taught. Hands gripping the edge of the ottoman for something to hold onto.

Your reaction doesn't stop Jimin, and he sets about a diligent pace immediately. Setting an even rhythm, pulling out almost all the way every time he fucks in, pulling soft whines from you. It's slow- but every trust is firm and deep, grinding in, pulling you by your hips back onto his cock, hands fisting in your tanktop. all but using you to get off with how he forces you back and forth on it making you feel inch.

You have no control over the pase like this. The room drowns in the sound of your fucking, Jimin's groans, hobi's snarls. His alpha chaffed at another having what's his. You're so full and wet that it's overwhelming, and you cry out gently as Jimin fucks you harder, faster.

"That's a good alpha, just like that" Jin praises, and jimin's pace stutters and then goes firmer, more brutal. more eager to show off just how good he can fuck.

Before long he's chasing his own end, both of you so riled up that it doesn't take long. Jimin's good at concentrating even though you know he's close. The delicate pleasure between the two of you simmers until there is nowhere else for it to go and you close your eyes.

Jin murmurs something, and their hands are on you- guiding the towel underneath your tied-apart legs as Jimin pants. "hyung- hyung-" fingers digging into your sides.

"Please- please alpha- wanna- wanna cum, want- knot" You babble, but Jimin is a good alpha and gives you exactly what you ask for.

You open your eyes looking at jin and namjoon, waiting for permission, so close you might not be able to hold off if they don't give you permission to cum.

you watch as jin wraps a firm hand around hobi's knot, holding onto it hard- hard enough that he wouldn't be able to pup a knot at all. you don't realize it serves a purpose until he turns his eyes back on you.

"Puppies, cum."

The three of you jerk, flinching from it. Hobi's whine is so heartbreakingly disappointed that it would surely put you into distress if you weren't preoccupied with cumming yourself. You wonder if Hobi would have cum from just a command alone if Jin didn't have his hand hard around his knot.

Jimin’s knot is just as chubby and thick as the last time it stretched you out, you cum when he plugs you up, so gentle and like breathing- so good that you hardly twitch or tremble. It doesn't feel uncontrolled or too intense. It's just warm and right as you sigh and fall completely boneless at last. Jimin grinds it deep and then lets it rest there.

You feel like youre hearing jin and namjoon talk through water as you flutter down, "Did she squirt?" Jin asks, and Namjoon's close, by your side.

"No, I don't think so."

Jin hums, disatisfied.

You sniffle but Jimin's so polite with it, keeping his knot inside of you as he kisses down your spine, plastered to your back and teething at your neck, licking, soothing.

You spend the next few minutes in bliss waiting for it to go down, letting him pet up and down your sides, getting kisses to your ankles as Namjoon unties you. Jin pets up and down your warm cheeks- soothing your hiccuping breaths at being so full. hobi laps at your scent gland, teething at it soothingly.

You get picked up, still on Jimin’s knot, settled back down onto the couch next to Hobi so that he can plant slobbery kisses all up and down the nape of your neck, scruffing you a little (or at least trying too- it doesn’t really stick). Jimin isn't threatened by hobi's presence, they nudge noses and kiss too- just as involved. You're genuinly a little surprised that Jimin lets hobi muscle his way so close and nose under your chin.

But then you stiffen, tensing as Hobi's cock nudges where you're already stretched around Jiminie's knot. You pull back, a bit panicked. Jimin growls in warning.

"Can't fit- can't-" but Jin is already there- stopping Hobi's over-eager puppy space imaginations. (Taking two knots at once isn't something you think you can do- maybe…maybe after taking Namjoon's knot you could- you won't muse on that until later).

"Soon alpha, just be patient" Jin croons, petting up and over Hobi's stomach. Even that makes his cock twitch. Another edge and Hobi will cum. You know he will- Jin is saving it for the right moment.

His knot goes down eventually, and when he slips out, Jin is there. You decide that you love breeding benches, and you want one- a real one so that alphas can just tie you up just like that and leave you there for whenever they want you, so safe and at their mercy. You like it lots and lots.

Jimin has his face tucked into your throat when you come too. And Namjoon grins, a little feral at the idea of it, "Be careful what you ask for pup."

Jin is the one who guides you carefully off Jimin's knot once it's gone down. back into the same position you were in before, displayed in Namjoon's lap, your cunt pinker and more sensitive than before.

Jimin is sated and a little quiet after knotting. It's not going non-verbal- but no one encourages Jimin to speak as you're transferred from his lap to Namjoon's, Jin kisses Jimin's cheek and then yours, eyes darting down to look at your pussy and examining Jimin's handiwork.

“Clench down for me sweet thing, keep alpha's cum all safe in your little cunt- you can't waste it- he gave it to you so sweetly.”

“Trying- can’t-” You can feel it slip out, your entrance so stretched out from two knottings. It makes you panicky in a way that it surely wouldn’t if you weren’t in omegaspace. Can't lose it, alphas have to breed puppies, alphas can't-

Namjoon groans and rubs a hand over his face. And you know you've spoken without meaning too. Jin makes a tsking noise in his throat. And then something slenderer is there at your entrance. And Jin guides Jimin’s spent back into your hole, plugs it up, and keeps them safe there with three of his long nobbed fingers, rubbing up against something spongy that makes your toes go numb with pleasure, feeding it back into your sloppy cunt.

You grab his wrist, stopping him, "Can't, too much-" but it's the wrong move.

Jin does not take his hand out, he doesn't even stop rubbing up at your g-spot, rubbing slow circles inside of you. Fucked open by two knots tonight, you're so sweet and open on his fingers.

"But I thought you wanted to cum puppy? You begged for it earlier, why stop after just one?"

"Sensitive- too much-"

Jin bristles, and he only fingers you harder, pressing Jimin's cum further inside, fingers brushing that soft squishy place inside of you that opens only during your heats- the place so deep inside you that only Namjoon can penetrate. The place that makes you keen to be touched like that, your chirp high and needy.

"I am the one that decides when you've had too much, I am the one who decides when you can't anymore, or did you forget that puppy?" you sob and shake your head and let Jin keep going. Three fingers slipping in, stretching you wider.

"If you really want me to stop then say it, say it and I will." You sob but bite your lips and shake your head. And Namjoon actually laughs behind you. "See? Daddy knows best pup,"

Jimin turns back to life at that, groaning, leaning his head back against the couch. "Jin, I swear to god i'll get hard again if you make her call you daddy."

Namjoon huffs behind you and you cry and cry and tremble as Jin keeps working his fingers into you. Namjoon pecks the back of your neck. "too late minnie,"

When he wrenches his fingers out, a little bit of squirt comes with it, darkening the edge of his robe. He does it again and you let out a few more droplets and you start crying in earnest. If he touched your clit right now you don't know what would happen.

Jin doesn't, although the threat of it is there. He grins down at you, where you cry in Namjoon's lap. Hobi lets out a concerned whine and shuffles close.

"Say thank you puppy. Say 'Thank you Daddy for being right even though I thought I couldn't handle it.'"

"Thank you, Daddy" You sob out, sniffling, Jin grins and kisses your cheek after you finish repeating it back to him.

It gives him a sick pleasure, to edge one sub and overstimulate another at the same time. You sob and Hobi leans over to lick at the tears on your face, letting out a comforting grumble. He laps lower, where the pack alpha came earlier. He can surely taste it and he probably likes it.

There's still a bit of Namjoon's cum on your chest, turning your nipples glossy where the tanktop has been pulled low, stretched out by Jimin's tugging when he fucked you back on his cock.

Jin's eyes light up wickedly. Eyes darting to your cunt, still messy with Jimin's cum, slipping out despite his efforts because your pussy simply got knotted too wide.

Jin starts to guide Hobi toward you. His cock still bobbing, pressing instantly up his hard knot close to popping. He trembles where he sits on his knees, hands planted on the couch watching you with beady almost animal eyes. Hair falling over his eyebrows. Lips pulled back around a snarl.

You wonder if this is what Hobi's like during a rut.

"Good puppies clean up alpha's messes." Hobi whines and tries to pull back, but he's never been able to beat Jimin in a fight, and now is no different. Especially when the other alpha tugs on his collar and grinds his own hard cock onto the cleft of Hobi’s ass. Jin hooks his fingers into Hobi's collar and guides him closer to where you squirm in Namjoon's lap. The pack alpha laughs meanly.

"What? Getting shy now? You were so eager to show us earlier- won't you give us a demonstration?"

Jin tugs Hobi’s collar when he doesn’t immediately obey. Jin's hair is fluffed up at the side, maybe where Hobi scented him a little rough and clumsy. You know what it's like to need Jin's scent to keep you steady.

"Here's your choice Hobi, you can either clean up Namjoon's cum off of our pup's face and Jiminie's cum from her cunt and I’ll let you cum in the pup's cute little hole. Or you can stop now and go to sleep without cumming and Jinnie will fuck you in the morning."

Hobi growls, as if the idea of the pack omega fucking him and not the other way around is too much for his instincts to handle. He shimmies forward, eyes dark, so far down in puppy space or alpha space or whatever you want to call it that his instincts are right there right at the forefront.

but hobi is practically wagging his tail, bright eyed and eager, "calm down puppy, you'll do it without knotting her- but jinnie will let you cum,"

Hobi's so excited he doesn't even whine, letting out a happy little sound- it's not really a bark but-

You're blushing so hard that you can't stop the headrush, “Isn’t it a little gross?"

It’s Jimin who answers, shaking his head and grinning “Not at all, it’s like-” Jimin breaks off for a second, touching gently down Hobi’s spine. “Tae would have better words for it but- it feels like our instincts swallow each other- when we take you down together it's like- alpha bonding."

Jin swats at his arm, “only you would turn cumswapping into something romantic.”

“Hyung” he whines.

Hobi can do little more than growl in response and jerk against Jimin’s touch, it's a good thing Jin has Hobi held tight. Otherwise, you have no doubt he'd take you right here right now.

You whimper, and Namjoon rubs a soothing hand down your side, pulling up the hem of your shirt so that Hobi can see your tummy so that he can set a possessive hand over it. "Don't you want to put your cock right here pup? Come on- be good for alpha, come get your treat."

You close your eyes,

Hoseok’s tongue is warm and wet, laving, lapping easily over your face, down your chest, gentle at first warm puffs of air, up and down cleaning you efficiently of the pack alpha's cum.

But then the bite comes, the pain sharp but needed to ground you, as you gasp and move away- only to be held still by Namjoon. He left marks- two circles just over your breast, another dark mark on your collarbone.

"Gentle puppy, you can nibble but be gentle" Hobi continues like that, lapping and nibbling and biting, leaving marks on your chest, your stomach, the tops of your thighs up and down the inside of them. Namjoon hooks an elbow under your knee as Jin holds Hobi to your hole by his collar.

"Don't cum pup, even when he licks your clit, you're not allowed too until I say so." Your hair bounces when you nod, close to crying again.

Hobi leaves his teeth marks on either side of your thighs, biting hard enough that you know they'll be bruises tomorrow. You tremble, and it hits you with a zing as Hobi sets his tongue flat over your clit. "Can't- gonna-"

"You'll hold off pup." Jin's tone is that of no-nonsense. Hobi licks you again messy, lost to the taste, and you jerk harder. Pussy clenching.

"Can't" you stress. Sobbing again in desperation as Hobi cleans you. Pressing sloppy kisses over your hole, lapping inside to clean you of Jimin's cum. Laving his tongue up and over your clit searching for more of your taste.

You tremble and somehow manage to keep off, probably because Jin only lets Hobi get one or two good licks in before he's tugging him up onto his knees, guiding his cock close for his reward.

"Remember no knots, but you can cum puppy," you sob through the sensitivity as hobi breaches your tender entrance, Namjoon petting up and down your stomach to soothe you.

Hoseok doesn't last, doesn't even last long enough to get in you fully before he's cumming. All Jin has to do is praise him a little more and stroke his knot once and then again and he’s soaking your entrance with ropes of thinner cum. Hobi jerks through it, abs trembling and head hung low with a loud whine. Jimin holds around his waist loosely to keep him from plugging you up with his knot.

It's so- it's so messy without that. When he pulls back, his cum slips out almost immediately. Dripping down to your other hole- all over you.

Someone kisses the wetness at your lower lash line. Eyes closed. You're not sure who it is. Maybe it doesn't matter.

"My Messy puppies." Jin croons, stroking a loving hand down your cheek. You open your eyes.

Jimin laughs and leans over apparently not one to be outdone as Jin whispers sweet nothings into Hobi's ears. Jimin is just as emboldened, He shimmies onto the floor, grinning all the while.

The sight of Jimin between your legs smiling, his hands tilting your hips up forcing your legs wider- tips you over an unseen edge. You're already trembling as he leans forward to lap at your cum soaked clit, pressing his tongue flat there to repay Hobi's favor of cleaning it out of you.

Jimin giggles as he pulls back, and leans in to give it a little kiss.

Alpha's are so filthy.

Your orgasm washes over you, unseen, unbidden, you really couldn't tell them where it came from- but your legs are shaking and your hole clenches wildly- you squirt all over Jimin's face, spilling even more of Hoseok's cum and-

"M'sorry 'm sorry- didn't mean to alpha- was just-"

You cry freely, so worked up, needing catharsis and settling. Jin coos, cupping your cheek. And Namjoon lets out a soothing growl as he scents across the top of your head. Holding you hard as you cry and cry and cry.

Hobi just watches, a little dead to the world and swirling down from his orgasm to be of much help. Held tightly by Jin, Resting his cheek against your shoulder and nosing into your scent gland. Jin’s arm around his waist keeps him supine.

"Oh pup, it's okay, all is forgiven."

You keep crying shaking your head, "Baby pup was bad- Minnie kissed and- and puppy- bad-"

But your tears just down stop, you're not really making sense but Jin shushes you anyway. Hobi tilts his head, whining loudly. Apparently non-verbal this far down in puppy space but not willing to let his omega go unsoothed.

Namjoon's cool hands on your face bully away most of your tears. "It's alright- it's okay-" You're overwhelmed from cumming basically untouched. Overwhelmed by being disobedient. Jin just told you- just told you not to cum and you did anyway.

"Was bad- was bad, daddy told me not to cum and I- couldn't- couldn't help it" You're crying plummeting into an unhappy place that Jin and the others surely don't want you to be in.

Jin takes your face in his hands. "Okay okay- how about this?" You hinge on every word. Nodding eagerly for any solution. So far down that only their words make sense. Not the tightness in your chest. The want- the need to be good.

Jin’s voice is a low purr. “Joonie is gonna give your pussy 10 good spanks, and then after that alpha will kiss it better and you’re forgiven. If you cum during that you're allowed, and after- the scene is done. You're forgiven. And there will be no more punishment or cumming.”

You nod and relax back into Namjoon's hold, the pack alpha picks you by your knees,draping them on either side of his thigh. keeping them wide. Letting your breathing calm down, Hobi ducks low to nuzzle at your shoulder, nipping, teething more gently this time almost ticklish making you giggle.

"Is this what you meant when you asked us to fuck it out of you?"

You nod weakly, Hobi continues to nibble at your jaw until Jin pulls him back.

You do need a spanking; your alphas are so smart- they know exactly what you need. You need more of a punishment. Maybe a defined moment where everything goes from bad to good. A solid transition from bad pup to good pup and not the back and forth that you've been doing for the last...2 hours?

Has it really been that long? have you really been fucking them for that long?

"Are you ready pup?" You nod against his throat, sort of sleepy.

Namjoon sits up straight and sets you up so that he can look down at you while he restrains you in much the same way that Jimin restrained Hobi. Hobi- who sprawls out on the couch now, all tension in his body gone, nuzzling sleepily into Jin's thighs, between his legs a bit. Maybe this is also a treat for Jimin- for being good- for helping settle the two of you.

You're too busy watching to catch the first discend of Namjoon's palm, You yelp and shoot a couple of feet into the air, but your cunt throbs hard. Warm and wet, the loud slap echoes in the house. And you try to close your legs.

Namjoon keeps them apart, his big hands dimpling in the chub of your thighs. He only lets go when you stop fighting him. Jin smiles, setting his chin on his elbow to watch. Hobi's hand sneaks under his robe. Pawing at the pack omega.

Namjoo taps between your legs again and you jerk from the loud sound. It's gentle but the tingle comes first, the pleasure second. "Two" he purrs in your ear. Growing more confident as your scent swells sweeter. Jimin and Jin recline to watch, the pack omega crossing one leg over Jimin's and curling to his side before reaching down a hand to scratch at Hobi's stomach. Hobi's tongue lolls out.

Namjoon hits your clit fully on the third tap and you shoot almost a foot into the air with how sensitive you are, crying freely. It's good- so good, the sudden shock of contact, the hurtling feeling of his soothing touches as he strokes up and down your stomach.

"More." You ask, and your doms laugh at you as you squirm. "Please alpha."

You cum on the ninth spank, twitching and crying and squirting all over Namjoon's thigh while he croons and praises you through it. It’s not as much as you usually squirt, a pitiful amount really, just a dribble. You try to close your legs again but they don't let you, Jin and Jimin hold them open one a piece. Namjoon's teeth nibble at the nape of your neck, and your eyes roll back.

Namjoon slaps your cunt just once more, spanking the last little bit of squirt out of you through your wet sobs. The pleasure is so intense you think you might black out for a second.

When you come too, you’re crying and Jin is at your front holding your face in both his hands, shushing your sobs.

"Good pup, good babygirl- did so well us, for me. What a good pup we have giving us all of it.”

“M’ sorry m-’” you’re shaking, trembling sort of violently, you need- you need them close; you need all of them so close you can’t breathe around the need for it.

Jin bares his teeth, “Good pup, come to daddy, I’ve got you my sweet little thing, I’ve got you. That was a big one, wasn’t it?” Jin's got you sandwiched between him and Namjoon, pressing you so firmly between the two of them that you can feel it in your ribs. You nod, still crying.

“Too big? Too intense? Oh, my poor little pup with her big cummies. Joonie is so mean making you make a mess like that and turning your cute little cunt all pink, here let me see, come sit with Jinnie and I’ll make him kiss it better.”

You sniffle, still coming down. You get manhandled into position for some much-needed aftercare.

Aftercare is a bit of a blur. You doze and Your oversensitive and spanked hot cunt gets draped over Jin’s thigh. And a liberal amount of soothing touches get dispensed up and down your back, your face, rubbing away your tears with an errant tongue, a cool wet cloth. A soft kiss from each of your alphas (Hobi’s does get a little slobbery). You sniffle and surrender yourself to their fussing gladly.

You hardly stir when Namjoon presses a gentle kiss to your pussy, too feather-light to garner much of a reaction beyond a hiss of sensitivity on your part. Your knotted entrance flutters. Puffy and pink and too enflamed to cum again, at your limit.

Hobi's collar stays on- but yours gets taken off, a cool cloth rubbed up and down your neck and the rest of your skin. Cleaning you efficiently and truly this time. You'll need a long bath- but you'll probably sleep through it.

The next time you're lucid Jin gets you a small tin of cookies and guides Hobi to kneel on the floor again. Sit and stay- like a good boy. He snaps up each of them and happily licks at your fingers, sloppy, in puppy space, as you feed him his good pup treats (that are really just cookies) you giggle, high, cute. still in omegaspace and oh so softminded. hair mused, cheeks round and pink as you watch hobi.

"What do you say pup?" Jinnie guides.

You giggle again, "Good puppy?" Hoseok's hips sway, miming as if his tail was wagging.

"Show us your tummy Hobi- play dead, good boy. What a good boy."

After that, you're guided to lay down on Namjoon, right next to Hobi. Both of you need your pack alpha right now as you sniffle and press closer. Pressing your nose to the hollow of his throat, the inches of honey chest revealed by his unbuttoned shirt. Trying to get more of him as Hobi rubs his whole face against Namjoon’s stomach. Namjoon smells soothing and musky, the exact opposite of how he smelled when you walked through the door.

And before long, you need a hole check.

You’ve begun to doze between Namjoon and Hobi when A cool touch is dispensed over your inflamed lips and twitching clit that Jin only barely pulls at meanly until you whine desperately. But it's just him. Just the pack omega inspecting you and making sure you're all right, that you're all clean. Checking your hole for any evidence of too much hurt.

Jimin bullies his way behind you, hand sneaking under your thigh, "Here hyung, I’ll hold her up so you can give her some cream."

"What a good alpha Minnie, thank you." Hiccupping out your protests as you remain between your three alphas, pliant, at their mercy. The three alphas piled around you and Jin working to groom you clean and satisfactory. All of you smell warm and safe and happy.

“How did the meeting go?” Hobi's voice is crackly from disuse, from all that growling. Jin stills, and you sense that some sort of conversation is happening over your head. You’re too tired to figure it out- Content to doze.

“They weren’t happy,” Namjoon says. Your pack omega hums, soothing, and someone combs through your hair, you nudge Namjoon’s fingers with your nose and he keeps talking. “I really really wanted to quit outright but then they asked me what was the minimum amount of work I’d stay on for even just for the short term and-”

Namjoon pauses, sighs, starts again.

“I’ll go in 2 days a week, offer a second opinion on cases remotely when I can, I know it’s not what we hoped for but it’s still a lot better than almost 6 days a week.”

You wrap your arms around Namjoon’s waist and go back to sleep. already dreaming about how how good it's going to be to have your alpha here all the time- every day with you and Tae Tae and Jinnie and-

You doze going in and out of sleep falling back off again just as quickly as you came up. You sense you're missing time, falling in and out of sleep too quick.

One moment he's not there and then the next he is.

Yoongi.

You know he must have been there for longer, must have been there for closer to a few minutes than a few seconds. All you can do is hold onto his sleeve, it must be a dream- because in real life Yoongi is still mad at you and wouldn't let you cling to his front like this. You keep your eyes closed, keep your nose buried in his throat. You don't want to wake up.

You can feel his words against your front as he carries you upstairs, "Which bubble bath? Bubblegum or unscented?"

"Unscented please baby, I can do it if-" whoever's talking breaks off.

"It's okay, I've got her. It's not like she's going to let go of my shirt anytime soon anyways, but maybe- the bath?"

Namjoon is close, a hand on your back, offering his strength incase Yoongi needs help carrying you. "I've got it."

Yoongi says something, and your pace changes, he bobs a little as he carries you up the stairs.

You can't stay awake no matter your best efforts as you're carried up and up and up. Namjoon and Yoongi and everyone close. Everyone is there on the fringes of your awareness. The sound of sloppy slow kisses and running water lulls you to sleep peacefully. For a second you think you feel something against your hairline. You think you hear a murmur. But it's probably just a dream.

A really good dream.

(Probably)

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Notes:

Weird take but i actually love the near even split in the first few lines of the chapter where hobi and the m/c are kinda like- going back and forth between each of their perspective. like i think it gives a very nice contrast of what they're both going through. this background came about while i was editing because i felt lik the chapter was missing stuff without it.

i think this chapter started to touch on a very real fear alot of people have when they come out of abusive relationships- that they will somehow end up emulating their abusive partners because they once rationalized their behavior as normal- the m/c gets this and is trying to change her behavior- or at least not act a certain way. she does not want to manipulate them into not being angry at her.

"walk him like a dog"- jin probably.

i do not think that the m/c falls into puppy space along with hobi, like it's just omegaspace, but i do think that it's cute that she tries so hard to be like him.

in my mind the pack have realized by now that the m/c is very very good at riding cock- like not to brag or anything but i bet she's a pro- they've gossiped and talked about it and gushed about it to each other enough times that when namjoon and jimin and jin hear that she rode hobi they are /very/ jealous- because they do not ask her to do it often simply because she does not like being on top enough. And her pleasure >>> their pleasure.

For some reason this chapter had a higher than average score on grammarly for correctness? but i feel like some of the language in it is just a little jerky? It is what it is but idk why i grammarly's score never makes sense. I usually aim for mid 80's, but this was in the small 90's. I rely on it alot because of my dyslexia.

Namjoon- asking questions, m/c- but what if i bit you instead????

Don't tease me about my size kink or i'll cry, i know i use the word little too much but listen!!! i love it!!! too much! i wish i could get fucked by a 6'7' alpha with a coke bottle cock and thrown around like a little treat. most of my kinks are not about the actual kink but more about the trust and protectivness aspect of it. i just love the idea of fucking someone who is just so physically in control but gentle anyway that i don't have to think about it.

my main issue with this chapter is that honestly? no smutt needs to be this long like what the fuck-

honestly i think that the m/c goes into a bit of a subdrop there after she cums untouched or just from having her clit kissed by minnie, but everyone else remedies it. i also think that it shows how good of a dom jin is- that he's so easily able to pivot once she starts to go into subdrop.

Are you guys tired from reading all that? i know i'm tired? honestly that felt like three seperat chapters- gangbangs are so hard to write i swear to god i need such a break after that

the words cummies stayed in the final draft mostly because i am just a weak little bunny and i wanted to include it- you can't get that mad at me because it's only there once.

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suugarbabe · 1 year ago

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Lover (II)

[Chapter 2]

this is the final part do not ask for a third pls

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Word count: ~1.8k

Warning: none

You were fighting to keep your eyes open. Normally you loved charms, loved learning new spells and mastering ways to mess with the boys. But the stress of your other classes was keeping you up at night.

Mattheo knocked his shoulder into yours, “You still with us, love?” You made a soft grunting noise in response, earning a chuckle from him. He pulled on the sleeve of your robe until your head fell to his shoulder.

He let you lightly snooze like that until class was over, tapping your nose several times until you stirred, “Wakey wakey, princess.” You sat up, eyes shooting open, “W-what did I miss?”

Pansy snorted beside you as she packed her bag, “Just all of charms. Don’t worry, Matty boy let you take a nap on his shoulder.” She winked at Mattheo, who only glared at her for the teasing.

You didn’t notice this interaction as you were covering your face, groaning, “Teo, why did you let me sleep during class?”

He sighed, “Maybe because you’re the smartest witch in charms class and you needed a break. You’re stressing yourself out, all the lads can see it, too. They’re just too afraid to tell you to your face.”

You grinned at this, “I like that they’re a little afraid of me.” Mattheo laughed, leading you out of the classroom and down towards lunch, “They’re a lot afraid of you, love. And I know you like it you little psycho.”

You punched his arm playfully. Despite you not nearly being strong enough to inflict pain on him, Mattheo grabbed his arm, displaying a large pout.

You entered the great hall together, making your way to your group of friends. Enzo barely let you both sit down before he started talking, “You both attending the party tonight?”

Mattheo looked at Enzo like he had two heads, “Do you know who I am?”

Enzo nodded, “Yeah, good point.” He turned to you then, “Y/n/n? Party?” You smiled, “Course, Enzie. Wouldn’t miss it.”

Mattheo felt a stirring in his chest, like a bubbling, or burning when you used your nickname on Enzo. His face must have displayed his inner feelings because Draco leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Careful cousin, your little green monster is showing.”

Mattheo turned to him, “What are you on about?” Draco smirked, “You’re jealous. That Y/n is being sweet to Enzo, of all people.”

Mattheo’s shoulders relaxed a little. Draco was right, he was being ridiculous. Enzo was like everyone’s child, you were just being sweet to him because that’s how you were.

“What’re you gonna wear, y/n/n,” Pansy always tried to get you to dress the most scandalous at parties, especially one’s your house hosted. Usually you just opted for something simple, but tonight, you were on a mission.

“I was thinking maybe we could get ready together? Maybe you can even pick an outfit out for me, Pans?” Pansy was giddy with excitement.

Mattheo’s cheeks grew warm just thinking about the outfit Pansy might pick out for you. Pansy was a confident woman and, thus, wanted every woman around her to feel as confident. Mattheo thought you were beautiful, no matter what you wore. However, you usually stuck to more moderate clothing choices. He wasn’t sure how he was going to be able to handle it if Pansy dressed you in anything remotely similar to how she went to parties. His head might explode on sight.

“Oh that’s the one. Yes. You have to wear that one, please, y/n/n,” Pansy was fawning over you in the outfit she had made you try on. You had on a pleated leather miniskirt with a velvet cropped tank top that was the prettiest emerald green.

You did a little spin, “You don’t think it’s too much? You know I don’t usually dress up like this for parties, or in general.”

“Yeah, I know. But Mattheo will be absolutely drooling over you when you come down in this.” Thankfully Pansy was digging through her jewelry and didn’t see the way the blood rushed to your cheeks. “W-why would I want him to do that?” Your voice came out more cautious than you would have liked, wanting it to be stoic and nonchalant.

Pansy gave you a knowing look in the mirror as she clasped a silver necklace around your neck, “I see the way you look at him, love.”

“I don’t - I, erm, what I mean is- ugh, fine, yes, okay.” You were a stuttering mess, not able to hide the truth so you just admitted it.

“I fucking knew it!” Pansy was bouncing on her toes now. You shushed her, “Calm down, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way about me. Just sees me as a…friend.” The word felt like vinegar in your mouth.

“I think you should talk to him about it,” Pansy said it so casually, like she suggested you ask him about potions homework.

You couldn’t help but scoff at her, “Are you mental? I could never risk our friendship like that. He told me the other night at the lake that I was his best friend. Emphasis on the friend, Pans. That’s all I am to him.”

“Right,” Pansy’s tone told you she was not convinced, “You mean to tell me the boy who who willingly carried you on his back to a ‘special spot’ that’s just for the two of you, who took time out of his night to sit with you while you were freaking out, who laid with you to watch the bloody stars over the lake and then carried you all the way back to the castle and tucked you into bed, only sees you as a friend.”

Pansy shook her head as she walked into the bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror again. Observing the way the skirt fell to your mid thigh. Would Mattheo like that? Would he see you and, as Pansy put it, ‘drool over you’? The other things she said played in your mind. How differently Mattheo seemed to treat you. You never really put two and two together.

You had always figured it was because you were the first girl in the group that he was nicer to you. He was always affectionate with you, giving you long hugs, kisses on the forehead. Holding your hand to stop you from nervously biting your nails.

He was always there to calm you down, rub your back and hold you when you cried or someone broke your heart. Always promising to hex anyone that did you wrong. You always told him it was unnecessary but one look at Theo or Draco and it would get taken care of somehow.

You found yourself sat next to Lorenzo on one of the love seats in the corner of the party. Your group had formed a circle, Mattheo sitting across from you. His eyes seemed to never leave you, whether you were aware or not. He was watching closely to every move Enzo made, making sure he kept his hands to himself, appropriate distance from you.

He was paying so little attention to the game he didn’t even realize that the bottle had landed on him. “Truth or Dare, cousin?” The smile Draco was adorning was not one Mattheo was fond of.

“Erm, truth.” Mattheo figured this would be the safer choice, but soon learned it was anything but.

Draco leaned back in his chair, glancing around the circle until he met your gaze, then turned back to Mattheo, “When are you and Y/n going to admit you’re in love with each other.”

You nearly choked on your drink, causing Enzo to pat your back viciously while trying to hide his laughter. The entire circle seemed to agree, but you and Mattheo were quick to deny the allegations with a chorus of “he doesn’t see me that way” and “she’s way too smart for me” with some “we’re literally best friends”.

The group was not happy with either of your responses, and before you knew it you were being dragged by Pansy toward the broom cupboard while Theo and Draco dragged Mattheo. You both were shoved into the small closet, leaving very little room between the two of you.

The door was slammed shut while Draco muttered a locking charm. “You two are going to stay in there until you admit your feelings for one another,” Theo shouted. Pansy’s voice was heard next, “I’m tired of you two ignoring it, just bloody admit it.”

The floor was suddenly the most interesting thing you had ever seen. You both were silent, avoiding the other the best you could. You could hear the music blaring through the closet door. You flicked your wand, casting a silencing charm.

“Sorry, music was…hurting my head,” You spared a glance at Mattheo only to find he was already looking at you. Mattheo’s eyes were one of your favorite things about him. Where everyone else just saw brown, you saw honey and autumn leaves. When he looked at you his eyes were soft, flecks of gold dancing within them that reminded you of a flame.

You opened your mouth to say something the same time as Mattheo, but where you were at a loss of words Mattheo’s seemed to pour out of him.

“Y/n/n, I love you. Like really, truly, all encompassing in love with you. Merlin, I have been for years. And I know you don’t feel the same but-”

“I do,” you had to interrupt his ramblings, he had to know the truth.

“What?”

“I love you, too, Mattheo.”

He took a tentative step closer, like he was making sure you were real. Making sure you really just echoed his confession. Your back was to the wall as he cupped your cheek, his other hand gently gripping your waist. Your hands were flat on his chest as you looked up to meet his eyes again.

His body seemed to work faster than his mind as his lips met yours in a searing kiss. Years of passion coming out in a single moment. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

You were so enthralled with each other that neither noticed the sound of the door unlocking until it swung open, cheers and whistles of encouragement from your friends bringing you both down to reality.

“Bloody finally!” Blaised shouted, causing you and Mattheo to look shyly at the floor. The rest of the group shouted a mixture of congrats and relief that you two seemed finally together.

Mattheo stepped out of the closet first, holding out his hand for you to take hold, “C’mon, lover. Let’s rejoin the party, yeah?”

#lover #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle x y/n #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle fic #golden era #harry potter

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muiitoloko · 27 days ago

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YOU WRITE SO WELL!!! I think you'll figure out who I am by the way I'm requesting this but I'm doing it anyways XD.

So crezie idea, it's wedding day. And Obadiah has tried his best to encorporate both church and gypsy wedding in one. Let's say they both planned it through and they are both happy bout it. BUT of course there is still beef on his side and the girls fam.

They lowkey banter (the family) and when they cross a line (idk which fam you choose) Obadiah fights back and protects you like the husband he is (dkfhdkfnes and or maybe... Reader is strong willed too >:D then she might get the reward XD but I see how Obadiah is the protector type... And we strive for that :3) and we just get the after wedding where reader is like "yep your getting a reward for that" IDK XD but that's an idea I have aha~ I hope it sparks something in you too 😭 you could end it here... But I think we could still request an after math where Obadiah becomes a father... I'm looking too far into this XD But please tell me you'll be doing part 5 soon :"3 (no pressure tho... I'm just really happy an author like you exist... And ghorl you SERVE! 💅)

Also I'm weak by how soft he is 😩 we strive for a smp husband 😌✊

Title: The Vow in Red

Summary: Obadiah Slope's marriage to a gypsy woman defies societal norms, blending Anglican tradition with gypsy customs in a love story that overcomes deep-seated prejudices. Together, they build a life grounded in resilience and unity.

Pairing: Mr. Obadiah Slope × Fem! Reader

Warnings: Insults.

Author's Notes: Thank you very much for your order.

First, Second, Third, Fourth and Fifth part here.

Also read on Ao3

The day of your wedding to Obadiah Slope arrived with a tension that hung thick in the air. The town of Barchester had never been so alive with whispers and speculation. The fact that Mr. Slope—a man of the Anglican faith, deeply entrenched in the church—was marrying a gypsy woman was more than just a scandal. It was a spectacle, one that had drawn the attention of nearly every resident, and despite the intimacy you had hoped for, it seemed that the entire town had packed into the church, waiting for the ceremony to unfold.

As promised, Slope had done his best to incorporate elements of your culture into the ceremony, while still remaining faithful to his Anglican beliefs. He had listened, learned, and understood what mattered most to you. One of those compromises was the color of your wedding dress. Tradition in his world called for white, a symbol of purity and virtue, but you had chosen red, the vibrant color symbolizing passion, love, and vitality in the gypsy tradition. And though it went against convention, Slope had insisted on honoring your choice.

Now, he stood at the altar, tall and thin in his dark clerical robes, a splash of red sewn into the lining as a nod to your heritage. His hazel eyes searched the crowded church, waiting for you. The murmurs in the pews were unmistakable, a mixture of judgment and curiosity as townspeople and even some of your own family whispered amongst themselves. It was clear that few in the congregation approved of the union.

As you entered the church alone, walking down the aisle in your red dress, a hushed silence fell over the room, broken only by the sound of your footsteps against the stone floor. Your heart pounded in your chest, your hands trembling slightly as you took each step forward, feeling the weight of every pair of eyes on you. The air was thick with tension, and despite the warmth of the red fabric that clung to your skin, you felt a chill run through you as you passed rows of disapproving faces.

The gypsies who had once been your family, your community, sat at the back of the church, their expressions hard and unreadable. Some refused to meet your gaze, while others glared openly, their whispered insults cutting through the air like a blade. From the other side of the church, the more conservative townspeople, particularly the strict Anglicans, looked equally disdainful, their lips curled in contempt as they watched the woman who dared to marry one of their own.

"She’s bewitched him, surely," a voice hissed from the crowd, and you clenched your fists, trying to keep your composure.

"Red, like the devil’s bride," another whispered, the words sharp and biting.

You swallowed hard, your steps faltering for a moment as the weight of the judgment around you began to press down. But then you saw Obadiah, standing tall at the altar, his hazel eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. He gave you a small, reassuring nod, his presence grounding you, and you forced yourself to keep walking.

The bishop, an older man with a stern face, stood beside Obadiah, his hands clasped in front of him as he prepared to begin the ceremony. He had agreed to perform the marriage, despite his own reservations, and though he maintained an air of dignity, there was a certain stiffness to his posture that betrayed his discomfort with the situation. Nevertheless, he cleared his throat and raised his voice, addressing the congregation.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the sight of God to witness the union of Obadiah Slope and his bride in holy matrimony."

But the whispers continued, growing louder, more insistent, as the ceremony went on. You could hear snatches of conversation from both sides of the church—snide remarks about your heritage, accusations that you had ensnared Slope through some kind of sorcery, and worse, insults that cut deep from your own people.

"Traitor."

"Shame to the gypsies."

Your heart sank, and though you tried to focus on the ceremony, the words gnawed at you, each one like a stone being placed on your chest, making it harder to breathe. You glanced at Obadiah, hoping for comfort, and though he stood strong, you could see the flicker of anger in his hazel eyes. He had heard the insults too.

The bishop tried to carry on, raising his voice to be heard over the growing murmurs. "Marriage is a sacred institution in the eyes of God, a bond—"

"She doesn’t belong here," a voice from the crowd cut through the bishop’s words.

"Neither does he," came another, this time from the gypsy side of the church.

Obadiah’s jaw tightened, his thin lips pressing into a hard line as the insults continued. His gaze flicked to you, and he saw the discomfort, the hurt, the way your shoulders had tensed as the judgment of both worlds crashed down around you.

Finally, he’d had enough.

"Silence!" Obadiah’s baritone voice boomed through the church, commanding attention. The room fell still, the air heavy with the weight of his authority. His hazel eyes swept across the congregation, a mixture of anger and disappointment flashing in them as he took in the faces of those who had come not to celebrate, but to condemn.

"This is a house of God," he said, his voice firm and unwavering, echoing through the vaulted ceilings. "And you dare to bring such vile hatred into it? Shame on all of you."

A ripple of surprise passed through the crowd, and Obadiah took a step forward, his gaze sharp and unyielding as he addressed both the townspeople and the gypsies alike. "You judge us, not for the love we share, but for your own prejudices, your own fears. You speak of purity and faith, and yet you come here, into this sacred place, to spew your poison. Have you forgotten the teachings of Christ? Have you forgotten the commandment to love thy neighbor?"

There was a murmur of unease in the crowd, but no one dared to interrupt him. Obadiah turned to the gypsies at the back of the church, his gaze softening just slightly as he spoke to them.

"And you," he said, his voice quieter but no less resolute. "You accuse her of betraying her people, yet you are the ones who have turned your backs on her. She has not abandoned her roots—she carries them with her, proudly, into this marriage. I have done everything in my power to honor her heritage, just as she has respected mine. But you refuse to see that. You refuse to see the love between us."

He paused, his chest heaving slightly as he took a deep breath, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "We are here today to join in holy matrimony, not to be torn apart by your hate. If you cannot find it in your hearts to support us, then leave. But I will not allow this to continue."

For a moment, the church was silent, the weight of his words hanging in the air. You could feel the tension easing slightly, the hateful whispers dying down as the crowd absorbed what he had said. Slowly, you reached for his hand, your fingers trembling slightly as you took his in yours.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Obadiah turned to you, his eyes softening as he looked down at you, his grip firm and reassuring. "I won’t let them hurt you," he murmured, his voice full of quiet determination. "Not now, not ever."

The bishop, clearly unsettled by the confrontation, cleared his throat and adjusted his vestments before continuing the ceremony, his voice more subdued but resolute. "As we continue this sacred union, let us remember that love, in all its forms, is a gift from God."

The rest of the ceremony moved forward, and though the tension remained in the air, the whispers had all but stopped. As the bishop spoke, he made room for elements of both Anglican tradition and the gypsy customs you had grown up with—simple gestures that acknowledged both sides of your identity. At one point, Slope held out his hand, and you tied a red ribbon around it, symbolizing the binding of your lives together in the gypsy way. And though the red dress had drawn disdain, it was a proud symbol of who you were.

When the ceremony finally concluded, and the bishop pronounced you husband and wife, Obadiah leaned down to kiss you, the gesture tender yet full of the fierce love and protection he had promised.

As you turned to face the congregation together, his hand firmly in yours, you saw the mixture of emotions in the crowd—some faces still hardened with disapproval, others softened with something resembling acceptance. But none of it mattered. You had each other, and you had faced the world together.

And that, you knew, was enough.

The wedding party was in full swing, the air alive with the hum of lively conversation and the vibrant energy of celebration. Beneath the canopy of stars, lanterns hung from tree branches, casting a soft, warm glow over the gathering. The sounds of laughter and the strumming of a guitar filled the night air, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of joy and relief wash over you. The worst of the day—the judgment, the whispers—was behind you now, and in this moment, you were simply a bride, celebrating with the man you loved.

As you looked out over the crowd, you noticed Slope standing awkwardly to the side, watching as the guests began to pair off and dance to the lively tune being played by the band—a song from your people, filled with the rhythm and passion of your heritage. You chuckled softly to yourself, knowing that dancing was certainly not something Obadiah Slope was accustomed to. But tonight, with everything you had been through together, you wanted to see him let go of the rigid formality he often carried like a cloak.

With a playful smile, you approached him, reaching out to take his hand. He looked down at you, a mixture of amusement and uncertainty flickering in his hazel eyes.

"I don’t dance," Obadiah said, his voice a low murmur, though there was no real protest in his tone.

"You do tonight," you replied with a grin, tugging him gently toward the open space where others were already swaying to the music. "It’s our wedding, after all. You wouldn’t want to disappoint your bride, would you?"

Obadiah sighed dramatically, though his lips quirked into a smile. "I suppose I don’t have much of a choice," he muttered, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes as he allowed you to pull him into the dance.

As the music picked up in tempo, you began to sway to the beat, your hips moving in time with the lively rhythm. Obadiah, bless him, did his best to follow your lead, though his movements were stiff and uncertain at first. His tall, thin frame seemed out of place amidst the fluid, energetic steps of the dance, but you couldn’t help but laugh as he gamely tried to keep up. His hands held yours tightly, his hazel eyes focused intently on not tripping over his own feet.

"You’re doing great," you teased, leaning in closer as the two of you spun around, the world around you blurring as you moved together. "Maybe I’ll make a dancer out of you yet."

Obadiah gave you a mock-glare, though the smile tugging at the corners of his lips betrayed his amusement. "If I trip and fall flat on my face, you’ll be the one to blame," he warned, though there was a warmth in his voice that told you he was enjoying himself more than he let on.

As the music played on, Obadiah began to loosen up, his movements becoming less rigid and more in sync with yours. The awkwardness that had marked the beginning of the dance began to melt away, replaced by a certain rhythm and grace that surprised even him. You could see the moment he began to let go of his self-consciousness, his body moving more freely as he allowed himself to be swept up in the joy of the night.

You beamed up at him, your heart swelling with affection as you watched him adapt to the lively tune, his lips curving into a genuine smile. This was a side of Obadiah you didn’t often see—unguarded, relaxed, even playful. And as he twirled you around under the stars, his laughter mingling with yours, you realized just how much he had given up for you. Not just his reputation, but pieces of himself—the control, the rigidity—to meet you in your world.

As the song reached its crescendo, you leaned into him, your breath warm against his ear as you whispered, "Thank you for standing up for me today, in the church. I know it wasn’t easy."

Obadiah’s movements faltered for a brief second, his hazel eyes meeting yours as he slowed the dance, drawing you in closer. "I’d do it again," he said softly, his baritone voice rumbling through his chest. "I won’t let anyone—gypsy or townsperson—speak ill of you. Not while I’m around."

Your heart swelled at his words, the fierce protectiveness in his tone filling you with warmth. You smiled up at him, your hand tightening on his as you said, "You deserve a reward for that, you know."

Slope raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smirk. "A reward, you say?" he murmured, his voice dipping into that rich, teasing tone that always made your pulse quicken. "And what sort of reward might that be?"

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation as you leaned up on your tiptoes, your lips brushing against his ear. "You’ll find out tonight," you whispered, your breath warm against his skin.

Slope’s eyes darkened with desire, his hand tightening around your waist as he pulled you even closer. "Now you’ve got me curious," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. "I’ll hold you to that."

You chuckled softly, your lips grazing his as you pressed a quick, teasing kiss to his mouth. "I’m counting on it."

As the two of you continued to dance, the world around you seemed to fade away. The stars above, the laughter and music, even the whispers of the guests—they all blurred into the background as you lost yourself in the moment, in the warmth of his arms and the promise of what the night would bring.

And as the dance came to an end, you knew without a doubt that Obadiah Slope, despite his flaws and his past, was the man you wanted by your side—for tonight, for tomorrow, and for every day after.

Three years had passed since your wedding to Mr. Slope, and the life you had built together, despite the trials and whispers, had blossomed into something warm, stable, and full of love. The small house you shared, tucked away from the center of Barchester, was filled with the scent of herbs and freshly baked bread, a reflection of the balance you had found between your gypsy heritage and Slope's Anglican world. The house was a peaceful sanctuary, where the laughter of your two-year-old daughter, bright and infectious, filled the air daily.

It was late afternoon, and you stood by the window in the kitchen, preparing a light meal as you waited for Obadiah to return from his trip to the city hospital. He had gone to offer pastoral support to the patients, a duty that had become increasingly important to him over the years. His dedication to his work had only deepened, but so had his love for his family. You smiled to yourself, thinking of how gentle and patient he was with your daughter, even after the longest of days.

Your daughter, Emily, sat in her high chair at the kitchen table, babbling happily to herself. Her chubby hands clapped together as she kicked her legs, her bright eyes following your every movement. She was dressed in the colorful clothes you insisted on her wearing—a small nod to your gypsy roots. Today, she wore a vibrant red dress with embroidered flowers, and a ribbon tied loosely in her wild curls.

Just as you were about to call her over for her afternoon snack, the front door opened with a creak, and you heard the familiar sound of Obadiah’s steady footsteps in the hallway. You turned, a smile already forming on your lips, and when he entered the kitchen, his tall, thin frame silhouetted in the doorway, you felt that familiar warmth bloom in your chest.

"Obadiah," you greeted softly, crossing the room to meet him. He leaned down, his hazel eyes crinkling with affection as he pressed a kiss to your lips. His hand found the small of your back, pulling you closer for a moment, as though he had missed you more than the short hours apart should have allowed.

"How was the hospital?" you asked, your voice gentle as you pulled away slightly to look up at him. "Were you able to speak with the patients?"

"It went well," he replied in his deep baritone, his voice carrying the weight of the day's work but with a softness reserved only for you. "I was able to spend time with a few of the patients. There was an elderly woman—Mrs. Pickering—who had been feeling very alone. I think our conversation brought her some comfort. It’s a blessing to be able to help them, even in small ways."

His eyes softened as he spoke, and you could see the sincerity in his expression. Obadiah had changed so much over the years—his once sharp ambition had mellowed, replaced by a genuine desire to help those in need. He had found his calling not in the politics of the church but in the quiet, meaningful moments of connection with his parishioners.

Before you could respond, a joyful squeal broke through the conversation. Emily, having spotted her father, clapped her hands enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Papa!" she babbled, her tiny voice full of delight as she squirmed in her high chair, reaching her chubby arms toward him.

Obadiah’s serious demeanor melted instantly, and his face broke into a broad smile as he turned to his little girl. "There’s my beautiful Emily," he said, his voice warm and playful as he crossed the room to her. He bent down to her level, his long fingers brushing a stray curl away from her forehead before he kissed her cheek, making her giggle.

"Dressed in red again, I see," he added with a teasing glance at you, though his tone held no real reproach. "Always the brightest one in the room, aren’t you, my little flower?"

You smiled, watching the interaction between father and daughter with a sense of quiet contentment. Obadiah lifted Emily out of her high chair, holding her in his arms as she babbled happily, her tiny hands patting his chest. The vibrant red of her dress, the colors you had insisted on keeping alive in your family, contrasted beautifully against the somber tones of his clerical robes. It was a perfect picture of the life you had built together—a blend of traditions, love, and compromise.

"She loves those colors," you said with a chuckle, stepping closer to join them. "Just like her mother."

Obadiah smiled, shifting Emily to his hip as he looked at you with a soft expression. "And I love them both," he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. "I wouldn’t have it any other way."

Emily giggled again, clapping her hands as if agreeing with her father’s words, her bright eyes sparkling with mischief. "Papa!" she repeated, tugging at his collar with one hand while pointing at the window with the other.

Obadiah laughed, the sound deep and full of joy, as he turned to look out the window. "What is it, my love?" he asked, his voice still laced with amusement. "Do you want to go outside and play before dinner?"

Emily squealed in response, kicking her legs excitedly as she wriggled in his arms, clearly eager to be let loose in the garden.

"I think that’s a yes," you said with a grin, moving to take the tray of biscuits you had prepared off the counter. "But first, let’s have a little snack, shall we?"

Obadiah set Emily back in her high chair, and the three of you settled around the table, sharing the simple meal as the golden light of the late afternoon filtered through the kitchen window. The house was filled with the quiet sounds of family—laughter, the soft murmur of conversation, and the occasional babble from Emily as she enjoyed her biscuit.

As you watched Obadiah gently wipe crumbs from Emily’s cheek, his hazel eyes full of love for the little girl he adored, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the life you had built together. Despite the challenges, despite the whispers and the judgment from both sides, you had created something beautiful. Something real.

And as you sat there, surrounded by the people you loved most, you knew that no matter what the future held, you and Obadiah would face it together—side by side, just as you always had.

#alan rickman x reader #obadiah slope x reader #mr obadiah slope #alan rickman

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ghoulette-knell · 2 months ago

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Humiliation

Sodo x Fem!Reader

You piss Sodo off, and he has the perfect punishment lined up for you.

🔞MDNI🔞

TW: Public Humiliation; Collaring; Dry Humping; Rough!Dom Sodo; Hate Fucking (if you squint).

Word Count: 8,981

As the newest Ghoulette in the ministry, as well as the newest air-ghoul to join the ministry's social program, 'Ghost,' you faced a lot of setbacks. Such setbacks included having a difficult time making friends. All of the Ghouls already had their little groups (Sodo, Phantom, and Swiss. Or Aurora, Cumulus, and Cirrus), and you just didn't fit anywhere.

You would do anything to fit in, even taking stupid advice from a certain playful Ghoul.

A certain playful Ghoul who went by the name of Phantom.

"Dude, you know what would make everyone laugh?" the guitarist asked while plopping down on the couch beside of you, directly before a ritual with thousands of starstruck fans, "Untune Sodo's guitar right before his 'Respite on the Spitalfields' solo. Everyone loves a good prank."

Your face paled underneath your mask and balaclava, your head shaking side-by-side in clear dislike, "Heck no, Phantom! That sounds like a terrible idea! Pranking someone like Rain is one thing, but Sodo? You know he has a temper!"

"Hey, I'm just trying to help you," Phantom commented with a little shrug, his spade-tipped tail flicking in a nonchalant manner, "If you're ever wondering why no one in the ministry even blinks in your direction, it's because you don't know how to have fun."

You should've not let the Ghoul's words bother you, but you simply couldn't help it. The lack of attention that you were getting from your fellow Satanists was beginning to take a toll on you.

You wanted friends.

Badly.

"Seriously? Did you have to do something this stupid to get accepted into the pack?" you mumbled, a little vulnerability beginning to bleed through despite yourself.

Phantom shrugged, his fangs curved into an amused smirk, "I'm not telling you that you have to do it... but yes. I hid Papa's robes right before one of his sermons. Copia was forced to wear his Cardinal robes again... and he punished me severely... but hey, I have friends now.

"Aurora ended up rearranging Swiss' room due to the guidance of Cirrus. We all have to do something risky that'll get a kick out of the others if we wish to be welcomed into this little family."

You had a bad feeling about this. You were not a troublemaker and definitely weren't a prankster. You were a bit shy and timid, especially around Sodo.

He was the pack leader... the only man the fire-ghoul listened to was Copia...

This seemed too risky... but the wish to be accepted was a little stronger than your fears. Sodo was a grown Ghoul, he would get over it eventually, even if it did mean guaranteed punishments.

"Are you positive it'll get the others to like me?" you asked in a meek manner.

The quintessential-ghoul chuckled and wagged his tail enthusiastically, "Trust me, (Y/N), it'll work. I already like you more that you're considering it. Come on. Everyone has to do it."

That decided it. Those simple words leaving Phantom's lips.

'I already like you more that you're considering it.'

Shit.

"Fuck. Okay, I'll do it," you murmured lowly, your head lulling backwards as you fought an intense wave of anxiety, "However, if I get caught, I'm throwing you under the bus."

Phantom t'skd and shook his head, "Whatever helps you sleep at night, kid. Just don't forget to do it."

That night came very, very quickly. Perhaps it was because of how nervous you were. Songs seemingly blasted by, until it was time for that dreaded song. Sodo was hyped, per usual, but little did he know that the newest air-ghoul in his pack would ruin everything.

Sodo's solo was an absolute disaster. He played the notes perfectly, of course, but instead of being tuned to the D minor, it was in E major... it sounded outright disgusting.

Sodo's reddened eyes locked on you, and you knew you were done for. How the hell did the fire-ghoul know it was you who tampered with the tuning? How did he know?

You’d pissed the Ghoul off on so many levels, and now you were gonna pay.

The rest of the show went smoothly after one of the stagehands corrected the bad tuning, but that certainly didn't mean you were out from underneath the fire. You were screwed no matter what.

“Why the fuck did you have to publicly humiliate me, whelp!?” Sodo screamed at you while stomping into the Ghouls’ common room after the ritual had ended, “In front of the entirety of our fans! What the fuck is wrong with your head! Do you even think about things, or are you simply that desperate for attention?"

Fear coursed through your veins at the fire-ghoul’s words. It had been a dare… that’s all it was. A promise that you would find acceptance amongst the hard-to-please group.

“Sodo, I’m sorry. It was a dare… just a little prank,” you murmured timidly while keeping your head low, “Phantom told me everyone would accept me if I could prove I had guts. Make them laugh over something stupid like this.”

That seemed to make Sodo even angrier. “Your excuse is that you humiliated me because of a dare!?” He yelled, getting in your face as the air began feeling hotter.

“This is my reputation we’re talking about, (Y/N)! The entire ritual was ruined because of your stupidity!” His tail wrapped around your ankle, tugging you closer.

You stumbled forward as Sodo’s tail, which was as thick as a jungle vine, yanked at your limb. A little gasp left your lips as you wobbled and caught yourself before plummeting to the floor.

“I-I’m sorry, Sodo,” you stammered, actually beginning to grow terrified at Sodo’s reaction, “Phantom told me-“

Sodo interrupted you before you could come up with another excuse.

“Stop giving me excuses, you fool!” Sodo snarled, pinning you against the wall, “And don’t think pinning the blame on Phantom is going to get you out this. I know he probably put you up to it, but you’re the one who did it.”

His arms caged you into place, his body practically pressing against yours. “What the hell am I supposed to do with you?”

You trembled in between Sodo and this wall; your eyes wide with fear, unseen due to your helmet. You felt so small. So stupid. So naïve to think Phantom would actually want to help you.

“I-I’m sorry, Sodo,” you meekly whispered, your words barely audible.

Sodo could practically feel your body quivering against his own, and he almost felt a sense of satisfaction at your submissive state.

With his helmet on, he couldn’t even see your face, but if he had been able to… he would’ve seen the fear in your eyes so clearly. The fire-ghoul could smell it on you, and was it ever intoxicating...

“Sorry doesn’t even begin to cut it, whelp,” Sodo hissed, pushing himself against you more, “I think you’d look good in a leash and chain right now.”

What the fuck kinda punishment was that? What weird shit was Sodo into? Collars and leashes?

Huh. It could be worse, you supposed.

“A leash and chain?” you asked slowly, staring up into Sodo’s face, “You can’t be serious? I’m a Ghoul! That’s beyond…”

You were going to say ‘that’s beyond humiliating,’ but that wouldn’t be the right wording to appeal to Sodo. You had humiliated him… this was his payback.

Sodo chuckled at your response, pushing his weight harder against you and causing you to gasp.

“Oh yes, I am very serious,” Sodo murmured into your ear, “It’d only be fitting considering what you did to my guitar.”

The guitarist chuckled darkly before pulling away from you, giving the both of you some space. “Come on, kit.”

Your spade-tipped tail dipped in between your legs.

You were about to open your mouth to make some more weak excuses to try and weasel yourself out of this demeaning punishment, but that was when the rest of the Ghouls decided to take a convenient trip into the common room... led by Phantom.

The rhythmic guitarist simply smirked as he saw you and Sodo; the fire-ghoul looking legitimately angry, "Heh, good luck, (Y/N)! This is what you get for being an asshole to Sodo!"

"You act like you didn't tell me to do it!" you hissed, your eyes lighting up in hatred as Sodo wrapped a hand around your arm, pulling you back.

"Stand down," the guitarist hissed in your ear, causing Phantom and his accompaniment to chuckle in satisfaction, "You're already in deep enough shit. Keep your mouth shut."

Phantom just smirked, knowing what was going on, before sitting down on the couch. They would all get to witness this once Sodo was done. Every single Ghoul would see... your reputation successfully tarnished.

You followed Sodo, burning with anger. How could Phantom do this to you?

The fire-ghoul basked in your angered silence. Your reaction caused his tail to subtly sway as he paced down the halls, still holding onto your arm hard enough to leave little indentations.

You couldn't focus on anything, which caused a dissociation to lightly haze over your brain. You didn't snap out of it until Sodo stopped in front of a door.

It was his dorm.

Sodo led you into his bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, he started rummaging in his closet.

“Come here.”

The lead guitarist held out a hand for you, his voice suddenly lower and more commanding, “Don’t even think about arguing with me right now, kit. I know you’re pissed at Phantom, but you got yourself into this mess… with me. And I am going to correct it.”

You sighed and took Sodo’s hand, your own hand shaking in fear. This fucking sucked, “I’m gonna beat the shit outta Phantom for this,” you murmured while stepping towards Sodo.

Sodo chuckled lowly, “You’ll have to get in line, first. No one humiliates me in front of thousands of fans and gets away with it. You made me look like a moron!"

His gaze trailed up your body, “And you shouldn’t have done it either. What’d you think would come out of it, whelp? What would you have possibly gained by messing up the most anticipated solo of our fanbase?"

“Phantom promised me friendship amongst the pack. He said I’d get accepted and I’d be able to start making connections in the band. I know you don’t care about my sob story, but acceptance is all I care about,” you murmured, slowly pulling your Ghoul helmet off your face as Sodo motioned for you to do so.

Sodo hummed, taking your mask from your hands and setting it aside. He began slowly looking over your revealed face.

“You’re pretty desperate, aren’t you?” He sneered, his fingers gently tracing over your features, “Acceptance... Pathetic.”

You pulled your balaclava down and stared up at Sodo in annoyance, “It was promised to me! I know it was stupid, but I just want to be friends with everyone! Trust me, I won’t be making that mistake again… I won't trust any of you enough for that bullshit!"

Sodo chuckled, his fingers trailing down to the base of your neck. His hands remained gentle as he continued studying your face.

“Acceptance does sound nice, doesn’t it? Too bad that’s not how the pack works, whelp.”

His fingers tugged at the top of your collared shirt, as if silently telling you to take it off.

Your eye twitched as a wave of anxiety hit your stomach. On top of collaring you, he wants you to take your shirt off? Great…

You huffed and slowly pulled your uniform off your body, your bra as dark as the night in comparison to your fair skin.

Sodo chuckled again, his eyes trailing slowly down your now exposed torso. He couldn’t help but appreciate the view. You’re a very beautiful Ghoulette...

“Oh there’s a good girl,” he hummed, gently guiding you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed. “Sit down, (Y/N), and don’t move.”

You mumbled incoherently while plopping down on the bed; your face flushing as Sodo took you in like a horse drinking water. It was embarrassing. You didn’t like being looked at like this.

Sodo chuckled at your embarrassment. That look was just too cute. He took in the sight of your pretty blushing face before making his way over to the closet, where he pulled out a small bag.

He sat down next to you on the bed, opening the bag to pull out a collar. It was thin, with a nice silver buckle; black as night. There was also a matching leash.

“You’re not seriously going to put that on me right?” you grumbled while staring at the collar, leash… and a wired muzzle??? That was too much…

Sodo’s eyes narrowed, “Are you seriously questioning me?” he shot back. “Yes, I am going to strap every single one of these pieces onto you.”

He leaned a bit closer to you, his voice lowing into a dark growl, “And if you try to complain, I’ll add more to the pile. Understand, whelp?”

An unknown sensation wracked your stomach. You felt… a bit sick. Regretful… big time regretful.

Why did you have to listen to Phantom?

Now you were gonna get walked around like a fuckin’ mutt... in front of everyone in the ministry.

“Understood,” you grumbled, your eyes dark as you stared up at Sodo.

A grin stretched across Sodo’s face. “Good girl,” he hummed, reaching for the collar and sliding the leather around your neck.

He made sure the fit was just perfect and not loose at all. He’d definitely be yanking you around a lot, and he wanted to make sure the collar didn’t slip off your throat.

You slammed your eyes shut as Sodo strapped the collar around your neck. It was a bit tight, but you could still breathe okay.

Next, he reached for the wired muzzle, taking your chin in his hand to keep you still as he began strapping it to your head.

The muzzle was uncomfortable. It dug into your skin painfully, and it was actually pretty heavy. This was somehow the worst part of it all. The leash and collar was one thing, but the muzzle was just demeaning. Your fangs… held back by wire.

Sodo chuckled darkly at your obvious discomfort. He loved seeing you like this, and he was glad his idea to force you to wear these kinds of things came to mind.

He took a few moments to admire his handiwork before standing up. He held the leash in his hand, giving it a sharp tug for you to stand up.

You grumbled and quickly got to your feet. Goosebumps flowed over your exposed torso due to the cold air in Sodo’s room.

“I know you ain’t about to take me around this ministry lookin’ like this,” you grumbled, wrapping your hand around the leash as you looked up at Sodo, “That’s dehumanizing.”

You weren’t a human, but ‘deghoulizing’ isn’t a word…

Sodo rolled his eyes, “I’m fully aware of that, whelp,” he replied. “That’s the point. You humiliated me in front of a sold-out stadium of our fans. I’m humiliating you in front of the rest of the pack. It’s payback.”

He gave the leash a sharp tug, forcing you to stumble forward and right into him; a growl leaving your throat.

“Now come on. Let’s go for a little walk.”

Your fangs poked out from your lips. The urge to punch Sodo in the throat was so strong. The urge to punch Phantom in the throat was even stronger.

You walked behind Sodo, the humiliation burning you up like a thousand suns as the two of you approached the Ghoul common room. You could hear their voices inside.

When Sodo walked into the common room again, holding your leash, all the Ghouls looked up at the pair of you. It was quite the sight.

All of them looked slightly amused at your current state, but they also looked a little taken aback. None of them spoke up, but Phantom’s eyes were practically glowing.

“Well, Sodo,” he spoke up, his voice almost cheerful. “I see you have (Y/N) on a leash, hm? Perfect punishment for what she’s done.”

“It’s fuckin’ your fault!” you screamed angrily while stepping forward and staring at Phantom, “If you would’ve have lied to me, this wouldn’t be happening! You’re cruel! Absolutely cruel!”

Phantom couldn’t help but smirk, clearly amused by your outburst. The other Ghouls chuckled lightly at your response.

Sodo, on the other hand, didn’t look happy with your retort. He tugged on the leash, forcing you to stumble back and fall against his chest.

“If you keep speaking out, I’ll add a ball gag to this list,” he warned. “You’re already wearing a muzzle, don’t push it.”

Your face contorted with dislike at Sodo’s threat. You nodded slowly and dipped your head, feeling a bit nauseous. You fucking hated the two guitarists. After all of this was over, you'd definitely be reporting them to Papa Copia, or even Sister Imperator. Who knows if they'd even care, though.

“Sorry, Phantom,” you grumbled lowly, obviously trying to hold back an angry outburst.

Phantom chuckled and gave you a dark smirk, clearly enjoying your punishment. This was all too sweet.

Sodo tugged at the leash again, “Apologize to me, too. Don’t forget who’s holding your leash right now.”

You gasped as Sodo pulled at your collar, your eye twitching.

“I’m sorry, Sodo,” you continued through clenched teeth, your arms wrapping around your bare chest in clear dislike of everything happening.

Sodo chuckled and gave you a condescending pat on the head for the apology.

“Good girl,” he hummed, keeping you close to his side as he sat back down in his seat. “I think we’ll spend a good chunk of time here, so make yourself comfortable.”

He gave a light tug on the leash, forcing you to sit down on the floor.

You stumbled to your knees, wincing as they came into contact with the hardwood floor below. Sodo was standing directly in front of you; your eyes glued to his boots as you stayed silent.

With you on the floor now, Sodo took the opportunity to give the leash a few light tugs, silently commanding you to move forward a bit more.

The other Ghouls took note of this, watching with slight interest. Phantom looked the most intrigued by your current state; his tail lashing around in focused interest.

Sodo continued to tug you forward until you were situated right in between his legs. He let out a low hum as he patted his thigh, indicating he wanted you to lean against him.

“Sodo, come on. This has gone too far,” you grumbled, your face directly in between his legs, “I’ve learned my lesson. Nothing like what happened at the ritual will ever happen again. Please just take the leash off… this is so embarrassing."

Sodo chuckled, his fingers gently weaving into your hair as he began playing with it.

“Oh, I know this is an embarrassing position, whelp,” the guitarist said, “But the lesson needs to sink into your pretty skull. I need to make sure you’ll remember not to do anything stupid ever again.”

The fire-ghoul gave the leash a harder tug this time, “Now sit up against my leg.”

You wheezed, the tight collar tugging at your throat. With no other option in sight, you groaned and leaned your head onto Sodo’s thigh, your eyes locked on his face. They were burning with clear dislike at this situation.

You wanted to punch that smug look right of the lead guitarist's face.

Sodo chuckled at your look of clear anger and distaste. Your face was so cute when you were mad, and Sodo couldn’t help but taunt you.

Suddenly, his boot gently knocked against your side. He clearly wanted you to stretch out more, to lie your torso against his leg more.

You gasped and quickly adjusted your positioning to the way Sodo wanted it. Your breathing was uneven as you heard the Ghoulettes giggle; your eye twitching once again.

Sodo chuckled as he saw you obeying so easily. The Ghouls had begun watching you intently, clearly enjoying your current state. A lot of them were giggling, seeing you look so meek and pathetic.

As for Sodo, he gently wrapped his arm around your shoulders, keeping you practically held against him. He was definitely taking advantage of this situation.

"Stop fuckin' egging them on," you hissed as Sodo's hand lightly caressed your chest, his slim finger flicking against your hardened left nipple through your bra in a teasing gesture.

Sodo chuckled once more, a wicked gleam in his eye. He gently tightened his grip on your shoulder when he heard your little comment.

“Keep that mouth shut, or I really will silence you.”

He ran his fingers through your hair. All of the other Ghouls snickered and chuckled at the little exchange, enjoying the show that was unfolding before them.

You grumbled, your eyes lazily staring up at Sodo.

It felt like hours had passed, when in reality, you'd only been leaning against the guitarist for a little over 30 minutes. The rest of the Ghouls eventually got bored of this spectacle and started playing video games, or even left to their dens to sleep for the night.

You were drifting to sleep at this point; your legs completely numb from being in this position for so long.

Considering circumstances, Sodo's thigh wasn't a half-bad pillow.

Sodo had finally taken notice of your heavy eyes and dazed look, and it only took a few moments for him to realize that you were getting tired.

The Ghoul hummed, gently running his fingers over your shoulder once more.

“You look tired,” he said, quietly so the other Ghouls wouldn’t hear.

“Mhm,” you hummed lightly, slowly opening your eyes, which were glazed over with sleepiness, “A bit…”

Sodo chuckled. You looked absolutely adorable when you were tired like this. He gently patted the top of your head, like how he would pet an animal.

“I think I’ve made my point by now,” he mumbled so only you could hear. “I’m gonna take you back to my den. Get you all cleaned up. Can you get up?”

“Honestly… I can’t feel my legs,” you softly replied while carefully shifting, falling onto your ass off your knees. You grabbed onto Sodo’s thighs and slowly pushed yourself to your feet. Pins and needles. Fuckin’ ow!

“Yeah, I can walk,” you mumbled, shaking your legs slightly to try and stimulate blood flow and get rid of that overwhelming sensation of blood loss.

Sodo chuckled and grabbed your arm to hold you up, seeing you immediately stumble. He knew you weren’t quite ready to walk just yet.

“No you can’t,” the fire-ghoul teased as he kept a firm grip on your arm, “Your legs are just a little numb from sitting like that for so long. You’ll need to lean on me, (Y/N).”

“No thanks,” you mumbled while staring at his hand that was holding onto your arm, “I’d rather not after the night you just put me through. My reputation in this band is soiled, Sodo. The last thing I need is your help.”

Sodo huffed, his grip on your arm tightening a bit. “You don’t exactly have a choice either way,” he shot back, “You’re not going to be able to make it all the way back to my room without my assistance-- or anywhere at that. You can either lean on me, or I can make you crawl again. Your choice, darlin'.”

You grumbled and hesitantly fell into his side, allowing him to lead you as you leaned onto him, “Anything to avoid crawling like a damn dog.”

Sodo chuckled at your grumble as he started walking, easily guiding you down the corridor towards his room. He made sure to keep a firm hold on you, not that the Ghoul really needed to.

It took little time to get back to his room and he quickly closed the door behind the two of you. Sodo gently pushed you over to the bed, giving you a silent indicator to sit down.

You sat down and flopped backwards onto the bed. After doing a whole hour-and-a-half ritual, then staying up until 3am for your punishment… you were quite exhausted.

“Please tell me this bullshit is over with, Sodo. I just want to sleep,” you yawned loudly.

Sodo hummed, slowly approaching you as you laid back on the bed. He sat down next to you, his eyes tracing over your body again.

“Mmm… I’m not sure if it’s over just yet,” he replied, his fingers sliding up your legs. “Maybe I’ll keep that pretty new collar on you tonight.”

You groaned and looked up at him as his fingers teased your pants, not expecting that. So… he really was turned on by your humiliation. Interesting…

Sodo denied it earlier while he was collaring me to begin with... so this was some kind of dirty little secret of his.

“Really?” you asked in legitimate surprise.

Sodo chuckled as his hands continued to gently slide up and down your legs. “Oh, sweetheart,” he hummed, “The entire pack saw you. You in a collar, on your knees, right in between my legs… of course I enjoyed it. You looked gorgeous like that.”

You huffed, your face flushing. You didn’t want to enjoy that comment, but you couldn’t help it. The sight of you tonight was driving Sodo crazy, yet he hid it so well…

“Is that how you treat everyone you want to fuck?” you asked slowly, grabbing the muzzle and slipping it off your face. There were red lines highlighting where the muzzle was digging into your face for quite a long period of time.

Sodo chuckled, his hands gently sliding up higher to rest on your hips. He began slowly pulling your body closer to him, causing you to slide up against his own.

“Everyone I want to own,” the lead guitarist corrected, “And I definitely own you tonight, princess. No arguments.”

You huffed through your nose. This didn’t feel like a punishment anymore, yet you still had your sassy and annoyed demeanour due to what the guitarist had put you through tonight.

However, as Sodo’s body slid up against yours as he pulled you closer, you couldn’t stifle the gasp.

“No arguments here,” you mumbled softly, almost timidly.

Sodo’s chuckle grew deeper as he continued to pull your body against his, making sure his own was pressed tightly to yours. He could feel the heat of your body through your clothes, as well as from your exposed breasts, which were hardening against your bra once against from the contact.

It made something in Sodo's chest stir.

The Ghoul leaned a little closer, his lips gently brushing against your ear. “Are you too tired to keep going, princess? Are you going to chicken out on me, right before I get exactly what I want?"

“Nah,” you shivered, your eyes locking on Sodo’s face, “Not too tired for one round. I doubt I’d be able to go on for as long as you want, though. I am a bit sleepy.”

Sodo chuckled and gently nipped your earlobe. “Don’t worry, we’ll keep it quick then, hm?”

He leaned back a bit to look at you. “Arms up,” he instructed, already slipping his fingers under the bottom of your bra.

You slowly raised your arms to the sky, Sodo easily slipping your bra over your arms and tossing it somewhere in his room. You grabbed onto his shoulders lightly as you straddled his lap; a tired, yet intrigued look in your eyes.

Sodo hummed as you straddled his lap, his hands reaching out to lightly grip your bare hips. The fire-ghoul could feel the heat from your body on his legs, and it began to send a wave of slight excitement through him.

The guitarist leaned forward to place a trail of kisses up your neck, occasionally stopping to suck on your skin and leave a mark behind.

You gasped slowly, your eyes fluttering shut as Sodo left little love marks on your pale skin. Despite how much you wanted to hurt Sodo tonight, this made it worth it… almost...

“I’m still mad at you,” you mumbled, digging your claws into Sodo’s shoulders as you began to slightly swivel your hips.

Sodo chuckled against your neck as he continued to leave marks on your pale skin. He had no doubt that by tomorrow, you were going to be covered in them. At least he had you as his own for the time being.

The guitarist gripped your hips a bit harder as you began to rock against him, a low hum of approval escaping his throat.

“I know you’re still mad, princess,” Sodo responded, “You’ll get over it by morning.”

“Fuck that,” you grumbled while wrapping your arms around Sodo’s torso, pushing his face into your breasts, “You’re gonna have to do a lot to make me get over what happened. I’m so pissed, Sodo.”

Sodo chuckled against your chest as he nuzzled into your flesh. He gently nipped and bit at your skin, his hands beginning to guide your hips against his own. Feeling your warmth on him was already clouding his mind to some degree.

“Maybe I’ll have to buy your forgiveness, hmph?” he teased, “Get you something shiny.”

You laughed a little bit, your hands wrapping around your belt and quickly discarding it; laying it on the mattress beside Sodo's leg, “I like that idea. How about you buy yourself a shiny new collar and I can walk you around like a dog when you piss me off.”

Sodo’s breath shuddered as he felt you remove your belt, the sound of the metal clicking against his bed causing his skin to prickle. However, he wasn’t exactly pleased with your smartassed reply.

He pulled away from your chest, his eyes locking onto yours with an intense look. The guitarist suddenly shifted, forcefully flipping you onto your stomach and pinning you beneath him. The bed let out a slight creak.

“Don’t be a smartass,” the Ghoul mumbled as he began working at the button of your jeans; his arms wrapped around your hips so he could reach it. “You’re not the one in control here, princess.”

You groaned lightly, moving upwards so you were flush against Sodo’s chest as he swiftly and expertly undid your pants.

“You know I can’t help but be a smartass, Sodo. I like seeing you mad.”

This was a new side of you. Before tonight, you'd always been quiet and timid; afraid of your new Ghoul accompaniment. Sodo’s words and actions have changed you a bit.

Sodo chuckled. You being a smartass was one of the qualities he found both attractive and annoying about you. It both turned him on and gave him a headache; it just depended on what you decided to be a smartass about.

He quickly slipped your jeans off your legs, now only leaving you in your undergarments. The fire-ghoul shifted so he could sit himself in between your legs, his own pressed against yours.

“That habit of yours is going to get you into trouble someday,” Sodo muttered.

You softly grabbed Sodo’s thighs as he slotted himself between your legs; his knees pressing into the mattress below. You rubbed your thumbs on his clothed limbs, “I think tonight was enough trouble for a lifetime, Sodo.”

Sodo chuckled as he felt your hands gently rubbing his thighs. “Oh, I don’t know about that, hmph. I think there’s still more trouble I can get you into… at least once tonight.”

He gently lowered himself down on top of you, the lead guitarist's chest pressing against your back as he settled on top of you. He leaned his head down and began gently biting and sucking on your neck, as he began to roll his hips into yours.

The air was sucked back into your lungs as Sodo began to rock his hips into yours. Dry humping. Teasing you.

Asshole.

You gasped as you felt Sodo yank on that Lucifer-forsaken leash, suddenly reminding you that the collar was still around your neck.

“No teasing!” you snapped as you felt his hardening length rub against your panties, a blush on your face.

Sodo chuckled, his lips still against your neck, as he felt you gasp. “Mmm… are you trying to give me orders now, princess?” he hummed.

He gave the leash another sharp tug, causing the collar to dig into your neck. At the same time, he also grinded his hips right back into yours, pressing his clothed length right against you.

“I don’t think I’ve given you that power, hm?”

You gasped, your head pulling backwards as your back arched. You could feel Sodo’s length throbbing against his tightened jeans; the Ghoul's hands multitasking between tugging at your leash and pushing his pants down.

“I’ve already had enough punishments tonight, Sodo,” you whined while craning your head backwards so you could lock eyes with the Ghoul, “I deserve my reward!”

Sodo chuckled. He loved the way you were whining for him. Though he wouldn’t admit it, he found it cute. And the fire-ghoul wouldn’t admit that he was a sucker for those pretty eyes of yours, even before the two of you got this close.

He let go of the leash, though the guitarist made sure to keep it taut, and began working at his pants. “I suppose you do deserve a reward, princess,” he teased, “You were so well-behaved in front of the pack tonight.”

You hissed in annoyance as Sodo brought that up again. Anger festered in your stomach once again, but you kept your comments to yourself. You were this close to getting pounded and you didn’t want to ruin it by snapping at Sodo again.

“Yeah, whatever you say. I just want your dick. That’ll make it up to me,” you mumbled while side-eyeing the fire-ghoul, watching him discard his pants.

Sodo chuckled at your snarky response. You really knew how to get the better of him sometimes.

The guitarist lowered his body again, now only leaving his boxer briefs on as he settled back on top of you. “Is that right, huh?” he teased, “Just what I thought.”

You grumbled and lightly bucked your hips backwards to rub against Sodo as he settled back down, “Don’t act like you don’t want to sink inside of me, you jerk. Just do it and make both of our nights better.”

Sodo groaned as he felt you buck your hips back against him. The feeling of your skin against his still-clothed cock was beginning to become too much for him. You were right. He did just want to sink into that tight pussy of yours... make you his.

“You really are a smartass,” he muttered, “Fine. I’ll give you what you want, (Y/N), but don’t expect things to be gentle.”

At that, a small, sharp moan escaped as you felt a pair of fingers slip underneath the material of your underwear. A pair of cold Sodo’s fingers, that now gently dipped between your legs.

Your eyes squeezed shut as those slim fingers began to dip inside. Sodo was finally giving you some stimulation besides dry humping… thank Lucifer for that. You felt like you were going to die if he didn’t touch you.

“S-Sodo,” you whispered in pleasure while spreading your legs further apart, “Nnmghn… s-shit…”

Sodo continued to rub his fingers gently between your legs, a sly smile gracing his features as he watched you spreading them. He was pleased to hear you moaning for him again.

The guitarist lightly scissored apart your folds with his pointer and middle fingers; his digits immediately getting soaked.

“Are you enjoying yourself, princess?” he teased, “Is this what you want?”

“Your fingers can only do so much for me. You know what I want,” you grumbled, beginning to challenge Sodo as well as you could considering the position you were in beneath him.

Sodo chuckled. You were really testing his patience, hm? You were so incredibly desperate, but too proud to actually admit it. How cute.

The Ghoul leaned down close to your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“Say it,” he lowly commanded, “Be a good girl and tell me what you want.”

A growl rumbled in your chest; your cheeks flushing from embarrassment. Sodo just wasn’t going to quit with this humiliation high he’s been on tonight.

“Fuck, Sodo. I don’t wanna say it,” you mumbled bashfully, a moan leaving your lips as his skilled fingers rolled over your clit, causing your eyes to bulge.

Sodo chuckled, the laugh being as smooth as silk, as he noticed your cheeks, and even ears, turning a deeper shade of red. He loved seeing your pride slowly chip away, and you slowly become more submissive for him.

“That’s not what I told you to do, (Y/N),” he reminded you while clicking his tongue in disappointment, “Come on. Be a good girl and use your words, hm?”

You sunk your fangs into Sodo’s pillow, immediately feeling feathers tickle over your tongue as you punctured it. Asshole… such an asshole!

“I want your dick, Sodo!” you shouted while grabbing at his wrist; his hand deep in my panties, “I want it now! There! I said it! Give me your dick!”

A pleased hum escaped Sodo’s throat as he finally heard the words he’d been wanting to hear. It was satisfying to hear you, especially after being such a brat all night, finally break down and ask for it.

He pulled away his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth and giving them a quick lick to clean them off. The lead guitarist pulled himself off of you, moving to get off the bed.

“Stay put, (Y/N),” he commanded before heading over to the dresser. You couldn’t see what he was doing, but you could hear shuffling. After a few moments, he finally returned to his position on top of you.

He leaned down and nipped your ear before speaking again, “You’re going to keep your legs spread for me, right?”

You squealed as you felt those fangs graze your skin and those dirty words leave Sodo’s lips. My pride was beginning to fizzle away into nothingness; your dignity slipping away.

“Yeah, definitely,” you mewled while letting the fire-ghoul slot in between your legs again.

Sodo chuckled as he got right back to where he had been a few moments ago, his lips against your ear. “That’s a good girl,” he praised, “You’re being so well-behaved now.”

You felt a hand reach down and grab the waistline of your panties, giving them a tug. “Lift up.”

You arched your back again and adjusted the weight on your knees to allow Sodo to swiftly pull your soaking panties from your lower half. You felt cold as soon as the garments were removed… that’s how wet you were.

Sodo felt a hint of a shiver run down his spine as he realized how wet you were. The Ghoul didn’t expect you to be that turned on and he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride at the thought that he was the cause of that. Sodo's fingers were the cause of that. Sodo's diabolical words were the cause of that.

That fucking collar and leash were the cause of that.

He quickly shifted, moving so his knees were right between your legs. There was a sudden shift in weight as Sodo leaned over you and began reaching for something.

You heard a small click, followed by faint squirting sounds. You were able to look back to see that Sodo was holding a familiar-looking bottle of lubrication. He had a sly smile on his face as he began to pour a good amount onto his fingers; pumping his cock in his hand.

“What? Am I not wet enough or something?” you asked while watching that smug smirk on Sodo’s face, “I promise you’ll have no trouble.”

Sodo chuckled. The amount of sass you still had was astounding. “No, princess, you’re plenty wet. It’s just nice to be thorough, hm?”

The lead guitarist pumped his dick a few more times to spread the lotion, feeling your eyes on him the whole time. He then tossed the bottle off to the side, not caring where it landed.

You nodded in agreement, shifting your head back to the forward position as Sodo prepared himself. That was sweet… he was dead set on making sure you didn’t have any pain throughout any of this. You doubted you would’ve anyway, but the thought was nice.

“Yeah, it is nice to be thorough. Thanks,” you mumbled with a small nod; appreciation evident in your tone.

Sodo smiled down at you, his expression seeming almost soft for a moment. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of something in his chest. Was it affection? Well, he could worry about that another time.

The fire-ghoul lowered himself a bit, his chest pressing up against your back, and he settled one arm on either side of your head, caging you in. Then, he gently placed a kiss against your cheek. “You’re welcome, princess,” he mumbled.

Sodo intertwined his fingers with your collar, forgetting the leash for a moment.

The feeling of his warm lips against your skin made your heart pound just a little harder than usual. He was acting so tender all of a sudden. Was this what it’s like to be with a fire ghoul? From absolutely unbearable to unexpectedly loving? Maybe this was just what it was like to hookup with Sodo.

You didn’t have time to dwell on it for long though as you felt Sodo press his chest into your back a bit harder.

You grunted in pleasure as you felt Sodo slowly slip inside. The stretch was immaculate… absolutely perfect. Sodo was a smaller Ghoul, unlike Mountain or Swiss, so his dick wasn’t going to hurt you too badly, but it also wasn’t going to leave you wanting more.

It was perfect in your humble opinion.

“A-Ah, yeah,” you whispered, arching your back into the Ghoul’s hips, “There you go…”

Sodo grunted and dug his head into the crook of your neck. He wanted to give you a chance to adjust before he started really going. Judging by how you were pressing back into him and the sounds leaving your mouth, you were enjoying himself. He took that as a sign to continue.

He quickly began rolling his hips, slowly, into yours, his breaths leaving his mouth in gentle bursts.

As Sodo rolled his hips into yours, you put all of your weight into your arms; your elbows bent to absorb the thrusts. It was too soon for you to get forced face-first into the mattress.

You also didn't want to give the fire-ghoul that satisfaction of fucking you blind. It hadn't even been a minute since he began fucking you. Nah, that would come later.

At every thrust, your body shook. Although Sodo was small, he was strong.

You nibbled your bottom lip; your eyes squeezed shut as Sodo finally began delivering you what you wanted. Despite how much you wanted to hide your pleasure, delicious moans began slipping from your lips.

Sodo hummed as he picked up the pace. He noticed how your weight was all being held up by your arms and it was beginning to get harder for you. The guitarist wasn’t exactly keen on you tiring yourself out so soon, so he figured he needed to get some more leverage on you.

Sodo suddenly grabbed the leash as it had been mostly lying forgotten and gave it a firm jerk.

You gasped, your head getting pulled backwards. Sodo began to angle his thrusts, using that leash as leverage. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head; a guttural moan slipping from your lips.

“Y-Yes… oh… fuck!” you screamed, the words coming out in time with Sodo’s thrusts. You were certain that the other Ghouls would be able to hear your screams, as well as skin slapping against skin through the thin walls, but you couldn't give less of a fuck.

You truly felt fantastic in this moment, tangled up in Sodo's arms, getting railed into the next dimension.

This angle was absolutely perfect. Sodo was slamming right into your g-spot, making the pleasure astronomical.

Sodo groaned, a slight smirk on his face as your words echoed through the small room. Such disgusting, vulgar language for such a new Ghoulette…

But, for the time being, he’d let it slide. At least you weren’t being a smartass about it. Usually whenever you shouted swears like this, it was because you were angry… especially at Sodo.

You were shy of course, but there had been moments since you were summoned that you'd lost your shit. These words weren't completely unorthodox when leaving your lips, but within context, these ones were.

“Does it feel good, princess? Do I get a ‘thank you’ for this?” he teased between heavy, laboured breaths; his dick sliding in and out of you like a piston.

Your arms wrapped around your torso as Sodo yanked at that leash again, practically pulling you from your stomach on that mattress and onto your knees. Your breasts bounced gorgeously, causing the lead guitarist's eyes to bulge.

“You’re… such… an asshole!” you huffed, drool dribbling down your lips and dotting over your bouncing breasts, “I a-ain’t gonna… thank you!”

Sodo chuckled at that. Even in a position like this, you were still as bratty as ever. He figured he should still try, at least a little. And a little punishment might be necessary as well.

The Ghoul suddenly halted the movement of his hips; a low groan leaving his lips as he did. “You really aren’t going to thank me?” he asked, “Not even after all of this?”

An annoyed moan left your lips as you craned your neck; locking eyes with the fire-ghoul. Anger was in your face as you wiped the drool off your lips with the back of your hand, “Sodo, this is a new low, even for you.”

Sodo couldn’t help but chuckle again as he saw the annoyed look on your face. “Hey, I’m just teaching you some manners, sweetheart,” he retorted, “If you want me to continue, you’ll say please and thank you. That’s it. That's all I need to hear."

You rubbed your eyes; fighting the urge to just push Sodo onto his back and ride him until you were satisfied. The last thing you needed was another punishment from the guitarist.

Swallowing your pride, you scoffed and nodded, a hint of anger still present in your tone, “Thank you for fucking me, Sodo. Please continue.”

Sodo chuckled as he heard that annoyed tone in your voice but he was satisfied seeing you swallow your pride. He also felt a twinge in his chest at this. Was he enjoying this new side of you? Was he actually enjoying you?

“Atta girl,” he said, a bit of a smirk still on his face, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

The fire-ghoul slowly started rolling his hips again, but instead of being rough and quick, he was trying to be gentle. He released the tension on the leash and lowered his body down on top of yours, caging you in between his arms.

You let your anger melt away as soon as Sodo began to move again. These long, deep thrusts were much more sensual than the rapid movements the fire-ghoul was doing before. You could feel every inch of Sodo sliding in and out... in and out... in and out...

It was like heaven... ironic for a demon from Hell to say it, but yes. This was like heaven.

You moved in time with the guitarist, your eyes lightly squeezed shut. The two of you moaned together in sync; fully enjoying each other’s bodies to the fullest.

Sodo breathed in through his nose and planted his face into the crook of your neck. He had one arm supporting himself while the other had found its way to your hip; wrapping it around to deepen his thrusts.

A strangled moan forced its way through your lips; your pussy tightening around Sodo's leaking cock. This forced another moan to leave the guitarist.

He was enjoying this so much, the way your bodies were moving together, the sounds you were making, the way you tasted on his tongue as he lazily licked up your neck... your sweat getting lapped up. This was just incredible.

Sodo suddenly found himself speaking without thinking. “You feel so good,” he said between breaths.

You carefully craned your neck as the Ghoul lapped and nibbled at it; capturing Sodo’s lips with yours. This was the first time the two of you had shared an authentic kiss.

You moaned into his mouth, your hand coming up to cup the Ghoul’s cheek as you continued to move. Sodo’s sweet talk was making your stomach do all sorts of flips and leaps. You loved this side of Sodo… he had shed that asshole side that he showed everyone. He was actually enjoyable right now.

Sodo’s breath hitched as he felt your hand on his face. In all the time that he knew you, you two had never kissed before. And this tender moment, it just came out of nowhere.

And yet, he didn’t pull away. He leaned into the kiss, his tongue gently swiping your lips as he felt his stomach swirling with a new feeling.

Was he feeling something for you?

Sodo was hitting all of the right spots within you. Your eyes were tightly shut as you lovingly-made out with Sodo; his cock doing amazing things to your body. You had been with tons of partners before, but none compared to this moment…

“G-Gah,” you hissed out, biting onto Sodo’s bottom lip as you felt pressure beginning to skyrocket in your abdomen.

Sodo groaned as he felt your teeth against his skin. Having you bite and kiss on his lips just made him want to pull you closer to him.

He continued his steady, deep thrusts, wanting more of that reaction you were making to him. Seeing you like this, he had a nagging thought in the back of his mind.

He didn’t want to share you with anyone else.

A little scream left your lips, your fangs colliding against Sodo's for a moment as you came. You shuddered around Sodo’s length, your arms giving out as you flopped down onto the mattress.

Tears winked in your eyes, wave-after-wave of moans leaving your mouth. You were simply overstimulated from the pleasure; the sensation eating you alive.

Sodo winced at the painful feeling of his fangs striking yours but it was quickly replaced by pleasure as he felt the overwhelming sensations through his body alongside you.

“F-Fuck,” he groaned, pulling his face away from yours, “Did you—“

He quickly realized that was a dumb question. After seeing your body shake so much and hearing those lovely sounds leaving your mouth, he knew exactly what had happened.

The guitarist was starting to get a bit winded anyway, so he was fine with slowing down a bit. Sodo wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back flush against his chest.

You were absolutely star struck right now as Sodo chased his own release, rutting into you like a toy. He was close, you could tell.

Your head pulled backwards and you sucked lightly on his earlobe. That was all you could muster. Your muscles were stiff from your orgasm, and the fact that Sodo was still going... great Lucifer below...

Sodo’s breaths were shaky and heavy as he felt your lips against his ear, your teeth lightly scraping his skin.

He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and dug his nails into your stomach, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“W-Where do you want it?” the Ghoul panted into your skin.

“Nngh… w-wherever you want. I-I don’t care,” you groaned out while capturing his lips in yours again. If Sodo wanted to cum inside of you, then so be it. That wouldn’t upset you one bit.

Sodo groaned as he once again found himself pulled into a kiss. He never expected you to be so tender and affectionate, but it was a pleasant surprise.

He slowly brought a hand up to your jaw, holding you closely as he felt the pressure in his abdomen building. “I-Inside,” he breathed, the guitarist's voice cracking slightly.

You bit on his lip again, nodding as you heard the guitarist’s words. That was fine… and at least Sodo was respectful and asked first before just doing it.

Your arms reached up shakily and intertwined with Sodo’s fingers, which were pressed deeply into your stomach; holding you as if you were all that mattered in this world. You moved in sync with him again, yet less enthusiastically considering how exhausted you were.

Sodo felt like he was losing his mind with you. This was an incredible feeling, being so close with someone. And with you, the Ghoulette that he pretended to hate so much to everyone around the Ministry.

He felt his breaths coming out in heavy, shaky bursts as he squeezed your hands and held you closer to him. That pressure the fire-ghoul was feeling before…

And then, it happened.

It was like a volcano. You knew the second the Ghoul hit his peak. Another strangled moan left your lips as he finally let go; filling you up to the brim.

Your head hung low, the only reason you weren't back to being face-first into the mattress was because of Sodo’s strong arms holding you in place.

You sputtered and squeezed his arms, your eyes fluttering shut. Drool ran disgustingly down your lips, but you couldn't give less of a fuck.

As Sodo finished filling you up, he gently laid you down on the bed as his own body collapsed next to you. His breaths were deep and heavy as he desperately tried to catch his breath. That was one of the most intense orgasms of his life.

He gently wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close against his chest, his face buried into your hair.

“I-I…” you whispered, unable to say anything for a moment… “That…”

“That was good, Sodo… uh, really good.”

Your words came out in gentle phrases, as you were still winded. Your heart hammered in your chest, feeling comparable to what it feels like after running a mile.

Sodo held you tighter as he heard your tired voice utter his name. That was the first time you had ever said it so soft and sweet…

“Yeah… you were great too, (Y/N),” he mumbled as he pulled you closer to his chest, his eyes slowly closing.

You slowly wrapped your hands around the collar and unclasped it; throwing it across the room (likely landing where that bottle of lube ended up).

You nuzzled into his chest; your tail wrapping around Sodo’s leg as you exhaled slowly, your heart rate beginning to even out.

Sodo chuckled tiredly as he felt your tail wrapping around his leg. He also noticed you throwing your collar across the room but he didn’t say anything. This definitely wouldn't be the last time you would see that collar.

The fire-ghoul wrapped his arms more fully around you, pressing his lips against your forehead and slowly shutting his eyes, tiredness washing over him.

And for once, you actually liked being around Sodo. For once… you didn’t want to punch him in the throat…

#fanfic #fanfiction #one shot #oneshot #oc #ghost #smut #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #sodomizer ghoul #sodo x reader #sodomizer #sodo ghoul #sodo ghost

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tales-of-wocdes · 9 days ago

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Hello!

How about a little scenario of treat or trick with little MC.

MC confused about all the idea but happy to taste all this sweet and yummy little things.

Really like the differents scenario you wrote.

I may be too self indulgent :D Oh well, happy Halloween! Possibly a day late, but still.

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It was an odd new trend in Firgrat, this trick or treating thing.

Havard had made a whole thing about the kids dressing up, and going around asking the Protectors and Custodians "trick or treat".

Then it had been decided that the Orpahange would go out into the city to expand the game...

So you were currently dressed in luxurious black robes, and had snow white hair, and a beard. A real, magically grown, beard. You had also gotten a potion that made your eyes glow. You were dressed as something, the Ancient grandpa that had saved you. This was apparently how he dressed most of the time. The best part? You wore your cloak, and it was perfectly aligned with your costume. It had been grandpa's cloak after all.

You didn't really understand the whole thing but Havard and Lexia had really liked the idea. Besides, all of the outfits had been provided by the Ancients at Havard's request. Everyone had wanted to dress up as the Ancients, who had delivered hundreds of authentic costumes of each of them with the necessary enchanted items and potions to really match their look. You don't think something was a very popular choice though...

Though Havard had confiscated some of the delivered stuff. One of your fellow orphans had wanted to be the Havoc Keeper. True to form, the enchanted amulet that would have helped to achieve the wanted effect had summoned and bound three dozen hell-hound puppies. Which were cute, but set stuff of fire far too much, and had left a huge mess. There had also been some talk about some of them possibly growing to the size of a small house... You had been too busy playing with said puppies to pay attention.

"Hey kid! Time to get some more treats! We are approaching some willing victims, right there in that in. Time to look cute." Lexia whispered to your ear from behind.

"Lexia... could you not call them victims." Havard whispered. "We are not cheating people. This is more a game for the children."

"Sure, sure. But the goal is treats." Lexia whispered back. "So kid, you need to do your best. I have a bet with Sandor we can get more stuff than their group."

Havard sighed. "Of course, you have." He muttered. "Teaching MC how to gamble is not...."

"It's a useful life skill!" Lexia protested, loudly enough for people to look over.

Havard sighed. "Just try to have fun MC. Do not worry about anything else." He whispered to you.

You nodded. You already had a bunch of treats but that was from inside the orphanage, but that was easy. This was the city! A true test of your snack gathering prowess!

So you did your best to try and remember what something had acted like, and straightened your back. You marched to the door of the inn, and then inside, head held high.

Lexia and Havard followed you in, as a roomful of patrons turned to look at you.

You did not focus on that fact. Instead you marched to the innkeeper.

"Trick or treat?" You asked as clearly as you could, staring up at the innkeeper.

"The eyes, Remember to do the eyes!" Lexia whispered loudly.

Right, the puppy dog eyes thing... You widened your eyes as much as possible, and stared at the innkeeper... who was already putting together a snack pack. Maybe it was the glowing eyes... you had seen those. You looked cool!

The Ancients had provided each costume with a way to deliver on a "trick" if a treat was not given. In your case, the outfit had come with an enchantment to make the treats float to you no matter what the person said... so you got treats in any case! That worked for you. You sort of wanted to see it in use. You wondered what would happen if you just used it in the middle of a street....

But the innkeeper smiled and handed you a pack of treats.

You took the package and tried to keep your cool... You thought something would have been cool and dignified. So you wanted until you turned your back to sniff the pack and lick your lips. You vaguelly heard Havard thank the innkeeper behind you as you opened the pack and grabbed some kind of a baked pastry... A honey cake? You think it was a honey cake.

Life was so odd sometimes. You did not understand why Havard smiled so softly as he observed you. Nor why Lexia beamed at you. But you had a mouthful of honey cake and a lot more places to visit.

You even got to use your "trick", and somehow managed to call an entire bakery's worth of treats to you when a person told you to run off. Much to Havard's horror and Lexia's delight.

It was a good day. Even if Havard muttered something about "Irresponsible" and "Completely detached from reality."

Lexia just laughed. You were pretty sure, she would win whatever bet she had going.

#tales of wocdes #the silver protector #interactive fiction #wip #twine game #twine wip #fantasy #interactive novel #twine story #halloween #happy halloween #snippet

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hellfire-state-of-mind · 8 months ago

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pairing: Marcus Pike x reader

rating: just angst, hope you brought tissues

word count: 749

summary: Marcus never expected his world to fall apart with one phone call.

warnings: mention of drinking, kissing, nothing above PG though. reader has no physical descriptions other than wears a robe and some of Marcus's clothes. please lmk if i missed anything!!

a/n: my first submission for @beskarandblasters's Taylor Swift drabble challenge! i'm 100% a swiftie so i grabbed this with both hands and went running. this is based on the song Last Kiss sooooooo yeah it hurts 😅 oops. i do plan to write a second one so keep your eyes peeled for that if that's something your interested in?? this is only my second even piece for one of Pedro's characters and i have a particular soft spot for our Agent Pike so i hope y'all like it 🫣

Standing at the terminal, waiting for you to appear from the sliding glass doors, he checks his watch, then your flight information. It landed almost an hour ago, so where are you?

Just as the thought crosses his mind, his phone buzzes in his pocket, your name and picture lighting up his screen. He quickly answers.

“Hey, baby. I’m waiting outside your terminal, is everyth-”

“I never got on.”

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He knew asking you to move to D.C. with him on such short notice was a stretch. You had your own life in L.A., how could he seriously expect you to just drop everything?

But you did. In a heartbeat.

Packing up your shared apartment was a blur. It mirrored the day you moved in: sitting on the bare kitchen floor surrounded by cardboard boxes, you wearing his t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, the waistband rolled so they sit higher on your thighs. You kept them when he flew out early to get your new place ready. Dropping him off at the airport, you held each other impossibly tight before sharing one last kiss and whispered “I love yous” against each other’s lips.

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“Wait- baby, is everything okay? Did something happen?” Marcus tries to swallow his panic, fearing something had gone wrong with the airline or God forbid you’d been hurt.

“No. I just- I can’t. I’m so sorry, Marcus.”

“What d- what do you mean ‘can’t’? B-”

“It’s complicated. Just…I’m sorry.” His phone beeps as the call disconnects.

He stares blankly at the screen, 1:58 shining through the dark, taunting him.

What else can he do but just go home?

Marcus grabs a beer from the bare fridge and sinks to the floor, kicking off his shoes in the process. He stares out into the room. The space feels foreign now, hard and echoey. It’s mostly empty since you’d agreed to wait and do the bulk of the furniture shopping together. You’d loved the open floorplan, teasing him about having plenty of room for your impromptu dances. What should have been filled with warmth and laughter now just feels hollow.

He picks up his phone again, desperate to call you back and plead for answers. But you’d already given him one. You weren’t ready. When he asked you to go with him, he’d promised to honor whatever you felt. He just never planned on you changing your mind like this.

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He throws himself into his work again. Some days, he’s okay. Others, he’ll come home enthusiastic after a big breakthrough and excited to tell you all about it until you cut him off with a kiss. He calls out to you, but your name dies on his lips.

Those nights, he’ll lie awake and scroll through your social media, careful not to accidentally like any of your photos. Dinners and drinks with friends. Fourth of July fireworks at the Santa Monica pier. But one picture stings worse than the others: a candid of you walking in the rain, your hands in your coat pockets, and a reflection in the window revealing a man behind the camera.

Marcus knows he shouldn’t have hoped that you just needed more time. That you’d wait for him until you were ready and then you’d come. He shakes the thought away before closing the app and turning off his phone, but he can’t fall asleep. His bed is too big, too cold. His own breathing in his ears is too loud, his heartbeat too heavy. He forces his eyes closed anyway, but they pop right back open. He snatches his phone off the bedside table and resumes his previous position, steeling himself for another restless night.

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You’ve just stepped out of the shower when you hear your phone chime. Securing your robe, you perch on the edge of your bed and open the text.

I can’t forget you

Marcus’s name and contact picture at the top of the thread blurs as you blink back unannounced tears. You haven’t cried over this man in months, why now? Composing yourself, you look back down at the screen. You read those 4 little words over and over again, words stuck on the tip of your own tongue for so long but you forced yourself to never say. You finally notice the Read tag under the message, betraying your silence. He knows you’ve seen it.

Taking a deep breath, you type your response.

#the hellfire texts #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #ppcu #pedrostories #marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike fanfiction

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omaano · 10 months ago

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Genuinely I cannot choose, I’d love to see either Cody from the Hades AU or the Cowboy Clones please, whichever you feel like sharing!!

Cody is not looking much for the Hades AU for the time being…. Which is unfortunate (and very frustrating) because I would really like him to be done by the end of the month by CoDay.

So the way the Hades drawing process goes is that I scribble around a lot trying to find a pose that I like: it should have enough drama and flow to match the game’s aesthetics, but it is also unfortunately a static kind of standing pose from the top of the thigh up, so the movement really comes from flowy capes and robes and whatnot. And we know that Cody doesn’t have any swish on him in general. Traded his kama in for a jet pack or something. While I managed to come up with a solution for that (he’s getting Rex’s poncho look from TBB, I will just have to make sure his armor is visible enough underneath it) I’m not too hot on these two preliminary sketches either. I don’t want him to resemble Rex too much (and I’m already courting that with the helmet under the arm thing), and I also don’t want to just copy an already existing pose from the game or any other art (the one that I liked here is from an official-ish action figure pose of him I believe), and so I’ve been talking myself in and out of having him hold Obi-wan’s lightsaber (unlit) because he is unfortunately stuck in Achilles’s spot from the game… but I don’t want his whole thing to be about Obi-wan, you know? He’s a whole individual without his general too, but it would fit so well narratively, and maybe I can get away with this little detail just this once?

I’m still stuck brainstorming and sketching here, is the point ^^;

Now the cowboy clones are really something I’m real fond of :D they are stuck in this rough sketch stage because when I scribbled it out I was madly trying to come up with a concept for a cowboy event I had signed up for last year (and then failed to deliver), and I hadn’t yet figured out how I liked to draw clone faces but this is very firmly still in the Wip pile! It was going to be Cody and Rex, I just wanted them to hang out together :3

Thanks for asking! <3

List of WIPS for the WIP GAME

#answers #alex rambles #sketch #wip #wip game #can you tell that I was very proud of myself that I managed such a shapely horse head?#meebles #I cut that the horrors of Cody posing rant quite short XD image what's going on in my head lol

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bobaandasiandramas · 2 years ago

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The Truth Untold

I hope you all like it. I'm sorry it took so long to get out.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Pairings: Lee Rang x F. OC

Rating: M+

Trigger Warning: character injuries, character death (not a big thing but I will mention it), hints of abuse (tiny bit).

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Fire.

The heat licked at Eun-ji's skin while the smokey air whipped up at her face. She raised her arms to protect herself and took a step back to escape the burning building. She was even more shocked to realize that she wasn't in the building where Lee Rang lived.

Instead, the fire stretched for miles over an open meadow. Where was she? She was pretty sure she just walked into the condo. Was this a dream? No, it felt too real. Her skin began to sting from the growing heat of the fire and her eyes watered from the smoke.

The wolf let out a cough as she breathed in the smoky air, her lungs burning immediately in regret. Anxiety gripped her chest as she looked around for another being but she was alone with the exception of some forest creatures running past her looking for safety. She felt as if she was having an out of body experience. Everything felt real but none of it was making sense to her.

The fire was sweeping quickly toward her. Her legs were shaking as she tried to will them to do something, anything. It wasn't until hot ash hit her face that she reacted as it burned her cheek. Her feet moved quickly, running away from the fire, unsure of where to go.

A loud wailing noise reached her ears and she stopped in her tracks to look all around her. It sounded like a human crying, a child to be exact. Her heart lurched at the idea of a small kid being stuck in this tremendous fire. "Hello!" She cried out, hoping she would be heard. She received no response but she followed the sound and after a moment she stumbled upon a younger boy who was cradling a small black puppy to his chest.

"Blacky, wake up." The boy coughed a sob into the pup's chest before letting out a string of coughs. He was covered in dirt and ash, signs of being out here for a while.

Eun-ji raced over to him and grabbed onto his arms, trying to pull him up from the ground. "We can not stay here, we have to go."

The boy cried out and weakly pushed her away. "Hyung!!"

The wolf stilled for a second. The boy wasn't alone, she looked around but didn't see or hear anyone else. No cries for help, no one searching for the small boy.

Before she could turn back to the child he went into a coughing fit and slumped over the black canine. "Boy!" She tried to rouse him by shaking his shoulders. It did nothing. She could feel the tears start to roll down her face as she tried to lift him up. "Someone help!" She felt lost and confused.

There was no escape, the fire made a ring around them. She tried to find a way out but she was growing weakened, coughing from carrying the boy and dog.

'Please, please, please.' Her mind was chanting her pleas as she melted to the ground. She cradled the boy and dog to her chest, leaning over them. In a way to try and protect their bodies. She wasn't even sure if the boy was alive anymore, but she didn't have much hope. "Someone, anyone - please help."

A vortex of fiery wind whipped up in front of her and though she knew she should curl up into a ball, she looked at the swirling, burning embers in front of her. A man appeared in front of her. His form was translucent but she could tell he wasn't a figment of her imagination.

The man was dressed in traditional Royal robes, wolf ears perched on his head and gave her a most unpleasant look with his blue eyes.

"Who are you? Please help."

He scoffed. "You forget who I am and then ask for help after leaving my protection." He tsked at her. "Why should I help when you ran to the Mountain God?"

Eun-ji felt like she didn't know what he was talking about, but her body seemed to know everything. The words spilled from her mouth before she could think. "D-Doung?" She gasped. "I had to leave. The pack died under your care. It wasn't safe. I wasn't safe with you."

He looked furious. "They chose to make that sacrifice. Now look at you! You're in the same boat. Where is your Mountain God now? Not here for you."

She let out a whimper of pain as more hot ash hit her skin directly. "Please, please help." She pleaded. "He doesn't deserve this." Her attention turned to the boy in her arms.

The wolf considered her for a moment. "Even after you left, you're still mine. I can gift you your powers early. In return when you turn of age, you will forget everything and in return everyone will forget you. You will be alone, but I will care for you. Do you accept it?"

"Will it save them?"

"You can save the land, but because you're so young it puts a limit on your potential, so you may choose to save one of them."

Eun-ji's heart twisted at the words. The boy meant so much to her and she knew the pup meant so much to the boy. She, however, already knew what her decision was, if she could save both she would. She'd give up her life for him to be happy.

She paused in her thoughts, while none of this made sense logically to her, it all felt right. She looked up at the Duong above her. "I accept it."

He looked at her as if she was disappointed in her decision, his eyes going from anger to disgust. "Fine." He replied and snapped his fingers with a spark.

At first nothing happened but then she felt it trickling in, flowing through her veins. The combination of fire and ice ran through her body, it was intense having her gasping for air as it overpowered and consumed her very being. It was too much at once and she felt the need to push it from her bones. She pictured the power shooting out of her and with a small amount of effort it did.

A blue shockwave flew out from all around her. It ran across the ground, diminishing the fire in its wake.

Her eyes widened in surprise, not really expecting it to work. She turned her attention to the boy in her arms. She could feel his name leave her lips, she knew him but she couldn't hear the words that left her mouth.

She pressed her lips to his forehead and felt them tingle with power. "Come back to me, okay?" The wolf felt the wind get knocked out of her and as her eyes started to droop in exhaustion the boy's eyes started to open.

He looked at her, his eyes widened as he called her name.

****

Lee Rang was tired. His leg hurt terribly and the ghost just kept coming no matter how many times they took them down. It seemed like nightfall was already upon them. He stumbled slightly, grabbing Yeon’s as he had gotten a few steps ahead of him. The older fox stalked over to him and grabbed his arm to assist him but instead Rang shoved him off. “Let go.”

Yeon stared at him for a moment. “You’re in no condition to be proud.”

Rang looked at him. “I’m just a corpse without my pride.”

Yeon scoffed. “You look like a corpse already.”

Rang took in a deep breath and tried to push himself off the ground, he could feel his arms tremble with the effort. His attempt was in vain as he flopped down and hissed in pain.

“What is it?”

“I can’t go any further. The poison spread everywhere. I can barely see. I’m sick of walking with this leg.” He looked down at it in disgust.

Yeon couldn’t believe it. “So? You’ll sit here and become food for evil spirits?”

Rang sighed. “Go to your woman. It’s too late for me anyway.” He closed his head and tilted his head back, trying to relax his body so he wouldn’t feel the pain so much.

“You haven’t changed.” Yeon stated, causing the younger fox to open his eyes and look at him. “You’re just like when we first met. You still give up easily and you still whine. Why are life and death so simple for you?”

“Because I don’t have anything I cherish. I don’t have a first love to protect with my life as you do, and I don’t have a family that I’m waiting desperately for as she does.”

“So that’s how you feel about her?” Yeon asked with a tinge of anger in his voice.

“Who?” Rang asked, but he knew. He knew that Yeon knew. He just wanted to hear Yeon say it. Needed to hear him say her name.

“Mae Eun-ji. I’ve smelt her on you previously.”

“I had a feeling you knew.”

“I didn’t until recently. For both of you to be covered in each other’s scent and for it to mean nothing to you is ridiculous and hard to believe.”

“She’ll be fine without me.”

“Unbelievable.” Yeon scoffed. “She’s something that can be good for you, and obviously you mean something to her. I’ve seen how she has changed after her ex. I thought she could save you too. I bet she would if you let her, or are you playing with her for your own twisted game?"

"No, I wouldn't do that to her."

"Then why do you talk as if she's nothing?"

Rang remained silent as thoughts of the wolf floated into his head. He did care about her but she deserved so much better than him. If he said how much she meant to him then it was a way she could be used against him. He promised to keep her safe.

The two brothers stared at each other for a moment, each feeling a different emotion. The younger masking his sorrow with a blank face while the older swallowed a lump in his throat and tried to push down his anger.

“I shouldn’t have come. Neither then nor now. I wasted my time. I’m leaving.” He couldn’t look at his brother before stepping away.

“When I die,” Rang started talking, causing Yeon to stop in his tracks. “Bury me in the woods of Baekdudaegan where we used to live.”

“Am I your will?” Yeon continued to walk away from him, angry and disappointed.

Rang thought back to when they were younger. “I wish we could go back to those days. There were azaleas everywhere. It’s strange. I can’t remember how the azaleas tasted back then.”

Yeon couldn’t help it anymore, his rage grew to the boiling point. He turned around and started marching back to his brother. “If you don’t remember how azalea tasted, get out alive and eat some, you idiot!” He was back in front of Rang, looking down at him. “At least try to survive, will you?”

“Be honest. Why did you come here.”

“To save both Ji-Ah and you.”

“You expect me to believe that?”

“I don’t care!”

“I almost died by your knife.”

Yeon sighed. “You massacred an entire town. You deserved it.”

“Exactly. Why are you saving someone you tried to kill?”

Yeon looked up at the sky in disbelief. Taking a deep breath he turned his attention back down to Rang. “Listen carefully.” He squatted down to be eye level with the younger fox. “My sword never missed, not even once. I have never missed the target. Think hard with that stupid brain of yours why you survived my sword. I’m leaving and never coming back.”

Rang sat on the forest floor and watched his brother walk away. All the things he thought about Yeon were wrong. He hated his brother for so long but the older fox intentionally didn’t kill him. Rang thought about Eun-ji and how Yeon was right about that as well. He wanted to build something with her, maybe a family of just them and Yuri. He wanted to eat azaleas again. He found himself pushing off the ground and stumbling toward Yeon, who slowed his steps.

Yeon threw an arm under Rang’s shoulder and helped him carry his weight so they could advance and get out of the forest.

***

“Eun-ji, please -” The voice called out to her.

The wolf opened her eyes and found herself at the peak of a small mountain side looking over the scorched land below. She turned attention and glared at the man that stood across from her. She could feel her body shaking with a mixture of rage and sadness. How could he stand there looking so confused at her behavior? The picture of perfection, not a scratch on him while she was still trying to heal her burn scars. “Where were you?”

He stared back at her, his emotions hidden behind the calm facade he wore daily. “Pup-”

“Don’t!” She choked a sob. “Yeon, just don’t.” He took a step toward her but she threw her arms up to tell him to stay back. “I trusted you. I know you’re heartbroken over Lady A Eum. I’m sorry about that - I really am. But you had a responsibility, Yeon. You let everyone down. You abandoned him! You abandoned us!” More tears began to flow down her face.

The fox before her frowned at her words and stepped closer slowly until he was right in front of her, taking in all the words she cried at him. He carefully telegraphed his moves trying not to upset her more than she already was.

“You told me I’d be safe here. You asked me to protect the land when I was powerful enough, when I was older - but you neglected everything you swore to protect and I couldn’t let it all die.”

Yeon grabbed her arms swiftly and hugged her close to him, her face pressed to his chest as she tried to push him away. The fox didn’t let the wolf go and it took less than a minute for her to just collapse into his arms. He allowed their bodies to sink down with the weight of her sadness. “It’s okay pup. You did well.”

Eun-ji shook her head. “No, it’s not okay.” She pulled back to look into his eyes. “I protected your land like I promised I would. I saved him. Me! I did that. It didn’t come for free. I had to make a deal with the Wolf Spirit and now I’ll lose it all one day because of you. I trusted you, Yeon. Where the hell were you?”

His eyes widened at her mention of the wolf spirit. “Eun-ji…”

Her heart was breaking, more cracks appearing by the second. It wasn’t fair. She didn’t want to feel this way. She was furious and devastated. “I hate you. I hate you so much.” She sobbed and tightened her grip on him, afraid he would disappear from what she said. She was thankful he seemed to understand that the words weren’t true and he tucked her closer to him, pressing his nose to the top of her head and running his fingers through her hair. She breathed in his mountain scent and allowed herself to fall part.

“I’m scared, Yeon. I don’t want to lose anything, I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose my memories. I don’t want to lose him. I can’t lose him.”

“I know pup. I know.”

Eun-ji wasn’t sure how long they stayed that way but his fingers soothed her until her sobs turned into gentle studders of air that would pass her lips. She curled into him as he was warm, like all foxes were, her nose pressed to the side of his neck as she twisted the fabric of his shirt between her fingers.

He sat there and picked up the tiny shards of her heart and put them all back into the right place, but it didn’t matter, once something was broken it was weaker and surely would break easier next time. Her body relaxed and she felt herself getting tired from all her emotions running haywire for the past few weeks. “Yeon?” She mumbled into his neck.

“Yes, pup?” His voice was soft, just above a whisper.

“Please don’t leave us again.”

“You know I can’t stay.”

She whimpered and tightened her hold for a moment. “I know. Please stay for the night at least.” She smiled as she felt him nod his head. “I love you Oppa.” She whispered as she let her eyes close as she drifted off into a slumber, the gentle whisper of ‘Love you too pup’ reached her ears before fading away.

***

The two foxes kept running through the forest. It was still nightfall but was now foggy. It was hard to see much further in front of them, in fact a few times they almost ran into a tree here and there.

They finally came to an area where the trees started to thin out, the end of the forest perhaps. They came to a stop at the edge of a cliff, peering out into the dark nothingness.

“The path ends here. Just keep going.” Yeon turned to his brother.

Rang shook his head. “Not on this leg.”

“A path will appear when you overcome your fear.”

Rang looked at him, chest heaving as he looked over to the nothingness. He couldn’t see anything and it made his muscles tighten. “I don’t see any door.”

“Don’t be a wuss!” Yeon yelled at him. He took in his brother’s nervous expression. “Stay strong and think of what you fear the most.”

“What…. What I fear the most?” He couldn’t look his brother in the eye. “Being abandoned. Mom abandoned me…” He turned his attention to Yeon, who was listening closely. “And so did you.”

Yeon sighed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” The older fox grabbed the younger’s jacket and tugged him closer. “I… never abandoned you.”

There in his heart Rang felt a small spark of warmth, he could tell Yeon meant what he said and he felt his lip quiver. However, before he could get too emotional Yeon grabbed onto his shoulder and faced him to the gorge. Rang closed his eyes tight and tried to imagine the door, willing his fear down. When he opened his eyes, through the fog he started to see it, a small white door appeared in the woods across from them. “I see it.” He whispered.

The brothers looked at each other and nodded, knowing what needed to be done. “Let’s go.”

Unfortunately the ghost spirits could be heard gaining on them again. They took a few steps back before running forward and while Rang leapt across the gorge, Yeon stayed behind and watched him grab onto the cliff wall. He watched Rang look back at him and nodded his head. “Make sure you stay alive.” He then turned back to fight the ghost that came upon him.

Yeon used his sword, slicing into them but he was quickly overrun, a bite to his shoulder and they were on him, pushing him toward the cliff side. He looked back to see Rang still holding on the cliffside in the same spot. “Keep climbing!” He yelled toward him and he tried to keep his balance.

Rang struggled, reaching up and grabbing a small notch in the wall to pull himself up, he tried to ignore the painful cries of his brother as surely he was being bitten over and over again. He could hear a ghost yell behind him get a little closer before a heavy weight grabbed onto him and caused him to slide down the side a little more.

“Don’t look!” Yeon yelled out to him, grabbing Rang’s attention. “She’s not your mom! Don’t look!”

Rang couldn’t help it, his eyes snapped down like a magnet and he looked at the ghost figure that resembled his mother. Flashes of her being alive danced in his memories. “Mom? Darn it.” He looked at the creature below him, snapping its disgusting teeth while making growling noises. He struggled to try and shake her off but it was of no use.

The younger fox noticed his brother had made the leap across and grabbed onto the ghost. He twisted and turned making the creature loose grip and unfortunately Yeon went down with it. “No!” Rang cried out as he reached his arm out, hoping and wishing he was able to grab his brother but he was too far gone. He lost sight of them in the fog. He just had to keep moving, he knew the door would be right at the top.

***

Eun-ji's eyes cracked open and dread filled her very soul. The old wooden door in front of her was slightly familiar and it wasn’t a good familiar feeling. She took a step back and collided with someone behind her. With her heart hammering in her chest, she looked back and found the wolf male behind her.

"Ah pup, don't try to get out of this now." He was unamused as he put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her closer to the door. "Ji-ho is a good man, we will have a very long agreement about you. He will take care of you and in return I'll take care of him and when he passes you’ll be taken care of by his children and grandchildren. You worry for nothing."

Eun-ji could feel her face was tear stained, like she had cried not long ago. She stared at Duong and felt her bottom lip start to wobble as she tried to stop it.

He frowned at her. "I don't know why you stayed with him for so long. You knew what our agreement was. Did you think I would just let it go?"

She shook her head. "No, it just hurts." Her heart had shattered again, she was whisked away before she could say goodbye to him.

"Ah, my sweet dear, it won't hurt for much longer. For him either.” Duong knocked on the door.

An elderly man opened the door and greeted Duong like an old friend, smiling and hugging the wolf spirit. “Good to see you, very good to see you again.” The man laughed.

“Likewise Ji-ho.” His blue eyes snapped over to the female. “This is Eun-ji, she is the one I have spoken to you about.”

The man looked over at her and gave her a gentle smile. “It’s nice to meet you dear.”

Eun-ji surveyed him, he seemed nice and carried a calming scent around him. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here. She tried to be positive about her situation.

Ji-ho turned back to the wolf spirit. “I was thinking about our deal. I know you said the price was set, but I was thinking I’ll have another mouth to feed since I’ll be taking her-”

“The price it set.” Duong snapped at the man. “Plus, you won’t be feeding her. She will be out of sight but never out of mind. Do you understand?”

Eun-ji looked over to Duong, confusion written on her face. She wasn’t sure she understood what he meant ‘out of sight but never out of mind.’

“Yes sir.” Ji-ho nodded his head.

“Good. Now Eun-ji, it is time.” Duong pulled out a small box that had chains around it from his robes and her eyes widened. He noticed her nervous face. “We had a deal pup.”

“You didn’t say anything about a box.”

He ignored her for a moment and turned his attention to the man. “Ji-ho, you will watch her with this. This is part of the deal she and I made a long time ago, is it not?” His eyes pierced her.

She stared at the box in his hands, flight or fight was racing through her head. She knew he said she would forget, that they all would but she didn’t think it would have anything to do with an obliviation box.

“IS IT NOT?!” Duong growled at her.

“Y-yes.” She whimpered and looked down.

“Good. The time has come. Let it go, pup.”

Eun-ji gasped as a sharp pain shot through her head. It felt like a hand grabbed her brain and began picking through it, combing all the nooks and crannies, plucking everything precious to her. The mountain, her pack, the open fields she loved to run in, Lee Yeon, cooling her feet in the river - all were grabbed from her head. She felt her own mind try to fight it, wrapping a security blanket over the most important thing to her - him, but that too was ripped from her. She found herself on her knees, gasping for air feeling highly confused. There was only a little bit she could remember as she watched a lilac orb float into the box.

“That part is done, the box will take care of the rest once you’re inside.” Duong held his hand out and with a flick of his wrist he wrapped her up in a mist.

A moment later all she saw was darkness as she drifted to sleep.

***

Shin-Joo ran as fast as his feet could carry him, shoes slapping the pavement, chest heaving with each burning breath he took. He didn’t care that people were watching him run down the hospital walkway. He needed to get there in time.

‘You must not be late. If you’re late, they’ll never be able to leave that world.’ The words echoed in his head. He needed to run faster, there was no time to lose.

As he entered the hospital emergency wing he found Ji-Ah right away. He noted that her vitals were going haywire on the monitor screen as warning alarms sounded out. Stress filled his very being as he started unhooking her from the machine. The fox hoped everything was going okay but his hope was very thin.

"It's okay Lady A Eum, I will help you." As he started to swoop Ji-Ah into his arms, his eyes slid to the bed next to her and froze. He placed Ji-Ah right back down and ran to the other bed. “Eun-ji!” He called her name in shock.

The wolf looked much like the PD, laying on the hospital cot, hooked to a monitor. Her vitals however were stable. The fox felt his anxiety grow more and more. For some reason he knew that Eun-ji was under the same spell as the PD. “I’ll be right back for you. I promise.”

He moved his attention back to Ji-Ah. Quickly, he swooped up the PD in his arms again and made his way to his car. The whole time he was letting too many thoughts in his head. What if it was too late? What if Eun-ji was also stuck? How could he save her? He didn’t have time to make another deal, even if he did, what could he possibly trade this time?

He made sure Ji-Ah securely fastened with a seat belt before heading back into the hospital. He was lucky to see that so far no one has noticed that the PD was missing, but he knew that wouldn’t last for long. He needed to grab Eun-ji quickly and get back to the car. With a last minute decision he grabbed her paper chart from the front of the bed. Hopefully this was a freak accident and she wasn’t a victim as well. He noticed, just as he was slipping from the emergency room he could hear the commotion of doctors and visitors rushing in, probably to check on the now empty beds and blaring monitors.

He placed Eun-ji in his car and made sure she was safely fastened as well before getting into the driver's seat. He looked in the rear view mirror at both females every few seconds as he drove carefully but quickly to The Snail Bride. The restaurant was closed due to what was going on. The owner was watching over Yeon, who was in the back room laying down waiting for Ji-Ah.

Once Shin-Joo arrived, he parked in the back of the building and moved quickly removing Ji-Ah from the car.

Bok Hye-Ja, the owner, came out to help him. She immediately noticed the second female in the car and gasped. "Is that?"

"The wolf? Yes, that's her. I think Eoduk Sini got to her too. I need to get Yeon and Lady A Eum set and then I'll worry about her." Shin-Joo stated as he situated Ji-Ah better for carrying into the building.

Bok Hye-Ja decided to stay next to the car with the wolf until Shin-Joo returned to the vehicle. She looked at the wolf and frowned, she knew of many wolves before and felt a mixture of sadness and joy to be in the presence of one. From what she remembered Shin-Joo telling her was that this particular wolf didn’t have any memories of her true self. ‘Poor dear must be so lost in there.’ Hye-ja thought to herself.

Not two minutes later Shin-Joo returned for Eun-ji. He carried her to the back room but placed her in her own spot away from Yeon and Ji-Ah. He made sure the wolf was comfortable, or at least looked comfortable, before he turned his attention back to the couple. He was nervous, what if this didn’t work? He shook his head and pulled the braided yellow and red cord from his pocket.

He placed them on Yeon’s and Lady A Eum’s connecting wrists and followed all the instructions that Taluipa had given him. “This is all I can do. I hope you both return.” He frowned and turned his attention to Eun-ji, he wasn’t sure what to do with her.

He crossed the room and took a seat next to her. “Eun-ji, please come back to us. Please.”

***

Eun-ji felt tired even before she opened her eyes. Her head felt like a thousand pounds and she felt like she had been asleep for years. The sound of voices reached her ears but she just curled up into a ball more before cracking her eyes open slowly. She was resting on a bed of a sort, it was raised off the ground and nothing like her nest. She allowed herself to wake up more before moving to place her feet on the ground.

She was confused, unsure of where she was exactly. Nothing seemed familiar to her, in fact she couldn’t think of anything familiar at all. It made her head throb and she felt herself get anxious. This couldn’t be a good thing if she couldn’t remember things.

She stood up feeling a little weak, pins and needles filled her feet but she knew the sensation would go away faster if she just started moving. So she headed out the doorway of the room and was met with a long hallway. She could still hear the whisper of voices and so she decided to head in that direction.

As she reached the end of the hallway, she reached a larger, more open room where two men were talking in hushed voices. One was older than the other, he was wearing traditional clothing and there was an air of familiarity around him. The second male was younger, probably around her age and was quite good looking.

As they continued to whisper the older man seemed to have sensed her gaze because his eyes slid over to hers and held her stare. It was intense and she felt her body freeze up and she slammed her eyes shut, pushing herself into the wall. She stayed that way for a few seconds before she peeked at them again, happy to see that the older man had once again returned his attention to the male across from him.

“You will continue to be paid, but since the seal is broken then I will grant you a little more since care will be a little more now. You keep that box safe, should anything happen to it there will be consequences. I’m not sure how long it will hold on its own but I’m figuring it will last for at least your lifetime.”

She was confused as to what the man was talking about but she was also intrigued. She shifted around which caused the both males to turn their gazes at her. Under the two sets of eyes, she froze, realizing she didn’t know what to think. “Um, who are you?”

“Take care of it.” The older man spoke gruffly before he left the room.

The younger man approached her slowly. He offered a gentle smile that made her feel warm and fuzzy inside but her head was screaming alarms. “Hey there. I’m Park Kyong, do you know your name?”

The female thought for a moment willing the bad feeling to go away while she talked to the man. She knew the answer to his question but she tried to calm her emotions that were going haywire. She felt out of body. “It’s Mae Eun-ji.”

He was still smiling gently. “Hello Eun-ji. I’m going to help you out. Do you know where you live?”

“I don’t.”

“Okay, that’s fine. Don’t get upset. We will figure this out together. It’s the least I can do since I found you. I’ll take care of you.”

She stared at him knowing his words should bring her comfort, and she felt her body relax at them but there were warning bells firing off in her head again - this time they warned more urgently. “Okay.” She was confused, that was not what she wanted to come out of her mouth. “Who were you talking to before?”

Kyong paused, a flash of panic crossed his face but was easily replaced. “That was Duong. He’s…. He’s my cousin. That’s right, my cousin.”

She didn’t believe him for one moment but her body didn’t care what she thought. “Oh, well hopefully you can introduce me sometime.”

“Sure.” He motioned to the couch. “Would you like to sit? We can talk and try to figure things out. I can order some food, are you hungry?”

She looked around the room, it wasn’t decorated much so she couldn’t get a feel on him. She sank into the couch while he was still talking about food.

“ - not a bad place, it can get crowded though. We could go somewhere more quiet if you feel like that would be better. It’s up to you if you want to go out or stay in - either way I have no food right now so we will have to order.”

She wasn’t sure why she decided that going out was a good idea. “Let’s go out, maybe some fresh air will do me some good,”

“Sure, let’s talk first. Maybe tell me about some of the things you can remember.

“I can’t remember anything. Just my name.”

“Okay, maybe we can start with small stuff and it might trigger some memories.”

Eun-ji shrugged her shoulders. “I guess we can try.”

Kyong asked questions like ‘What’s your favorite food? Favorite color? Favorite weather?’ and for the most part she didn’t know her answers but she explained what she might like and why. After about fifteen minutes of talking he decided it was enough for now. “Let’s get you something to eat, I’m sure you’re hungry.”

Her stomach rumbled at his words and she blushed in slight embarrassment. He walked her through the house, it wasn’t very big but it was cozy. He offered her a coat from the closet that he helped her put on. “Thank you.” She smiled at him even though she didn’t want to. This all seemed right but wrong, like things were moving fast. In her mind she knew the conversation lasted longer - Kyong had explained so much more, earned her trust and coaxed her out to dinner. But now she just followed him to the front door with no questions asked. This was wrong. Her body didn’t care, as she stepped into the hallway, she turned back to watch him lock up but he wasn’t behind her.

The door was the familiar old wooden door but slowly morphed into one that was more modern and it took her by surprise. The door made her anxious, she felt fear settle into her skin and she was no longer hungry but queasy instead.

The door that seemed warm and cozy quickly faded into darkness. She could sense a coldness from behind the door and she took a step back, not waiting to be anywhere near it.

“It’s not going to open by it’s fucking self.” The voice that just sounded so gentle a few moments ago, now sounded so harsh. “Open the door, dipshit.” Kyong grumbled from behind her as she refused to move. “Fucking really?” He stomped up to her and grabbed her arm roughly.

She pulled out from his grasp. Flashes of him hitting and kicking her came to mind, echoes of his yelling and screaming swirled in her brain. She took a step back and another, as he advanced toward her. She began to run down the hallway to the elevator. She pressed the call button and the doors opened immediately. Dashing inside quickly she then pressed the close doors button over and over again.

Kyong was getting closer and closer, steam pouring off of his angry body. “Get back here you dumb bitch.” He yelled.

Just as he was about to reach the elevator, the door snapped shut and she sighed in relief leaning against the elevator wall. She took a moment to catch her breath, eyes shut as she willed herself to relax. A moment later her eyes slid open and she looked over to the control panel but instead of floor numbers there was only one button to press.

Ah Gwi Forest

She stared at the button for a moment before pressing it. The elevator shifted as it started to descend. It took just a moment before the doors opened and surely enough there was a forest that was laid out before her. With no other options she stepped off the platform.

There was pull in her chest, she felt it leading her through the forest. She thought for a moment that she should be feeling uneasy but this was the most sure thing she felt in a while. Her body and mind finally agreed with each other. She could hear some commotion going on ahead but with all the fog she could barely see her hand in front of her. She paused in her steps. Maybe she shouldn’t be going toward the sounds of an angry mob, but as she pondered this she immediately threw caution to the wind and allowed her feet to keep moving.

The loud ‘No!’ sounded out from the darkness and she was running toward the noise. The wolf came upon a cliff and halted in her steps. From below she could hear the sound of someone panting and struggling, like they were trying to climb up the side of the cliff.

Eun-ji got on her hands and knees as she could see the person getting closer. “Here, take my hand.” She cried out but they didn’t seem to hear her other their own struggles. She waited until they were closer and her heart filled with relief. She found him. She reached down as he was reaching up and grabbed onto his hand, his eyes snapped up to hers. “I got you.”

******

Rang’s eyes snapped open, and he felt his whole body shaking, his heart was pounding in his chest.

“Lee Rang!” A voice cried to him but he looked around and took in his settings. He was in his room and his eyes landed on his wardrobe. “I need to go.” He struggled to push himself up.

“Go where?” The voice that he now recognized as Yuri asked. The vixen fretted about him as he moved into a sitting position “Where do you need to go?” She came around to the other side of the bed, trying to block him from moving more. She grabbed onto his arm to steady him.

“To Yeon and her.” He gritted his teeth in pain. His whole body was shaking in protest as he held his arm out, willing for the wardrobe to come closer to him. “To Yeon. I must go to Yeon and her.”

“Where are you trying to go? Who is this ‘her’?” Yuri asked in a panic. She was so confused. Rang wasn’t making any sense. It was bad enough she had to watch cuts and bruises appear on his body out of nowhere. She heard every whimper and gasp of pain as he lay incapacitated on the bed.

Rang stood from the bed. “I need to go to Yeon. I need to find her.” The moment the words left his mouth, he dropped to the floor.

“Lee Rang!” Yuri cried out as she grabbed onto him. She didn’t know what to do anymore. With much effort she got him back onto the bed and pulled her phone out, dialing the number she needed to. The phone rang three times before he answered. “Shin-Joo…”

***

Shin-Joo’s phone started to ring, it took him a moment to get it from his pocket. The ringer ID stated that it was Yuri and he answered the call immediately. “Yuri?” He pulled the phone away from his ear a little as he was met with sobs of his name. “Yuri what’s wrong?”

He listened to her concerns about her friend, whom he knew was Lee Rang, and with every word that left her mouth, he knew Rang was stuck there too. Yuri talked about wounds that happened to appear all over his body and that he was running a fever.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. I have to get some supplies but I’ll do my best to be quick.” He ended that call and looked over to Yeon and Ji-Ah, nothing had happened for them and he felt the pit in his stomach grow more. Shaking his head, he turned his attention to the wolf and was beyond shocked to see her eyes opening slowly. “Eun-ji?” He whispered, worried that if he talked any louder something would happen and that the wolf would be dragged back in.

Eun-ji slowly blinked at the ceiling of the room, her head felt fuzzy - but not in a warm comforting way. It was heavy and made her vision blurry. A muffled noise car to her ear and she tried to locate the source. She blinked again as she turned her attention to a blurry blob next to her. The sound reached her ears again and she felt her brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” She blinked again, the image becoming more clear to her.

Shin-Joo was already assessing her vitals and everything seemed to be checking out normally. She had a few scrapes and bruises, alone with something that looked like a burn mark on her cheek that he didn’t really get to examine earlier. He cradled her face and tried to have her focus on him, he wanted to make sure that she still remembered him, herself and Yeon. “Do, do you remember me?”

Eun-ji blinked again and was so completely confused. “What?”

Shin-joo felt his heart sink, his hands fell from her face and he looked down. There was no hope. He failed her, he failed them all.

“Shin-Joo, what are you talking about? Why wouldn’t I know you?”

The fox perked up immediately. “You remember me?”

“Yes?” She responded. “What’s going on?”

“I can explain it all in the car but I need to help Yuri out.”

***

When they arrived at the home of Lee Rang, immediately Eun-ji sensed something was very wrong. She was being impatient as Shin-Joo grabs a few things that he had packed up in the back of the car. She was rocking on her heels, she thought about leaving him behind and making her way up herself but something told her to wait for him.

The two of them walked quickly to the residence and Shin-Joo was in front of Eun-ji, knocking on the door. The wolf realized at that moment that the fox didn’t know that she lived there. She reached past him and used her key to open the door. As she opened the door, Yuri was getting ready to open it. Eun-ji ignored Shin-Joo’s shocked face and embraced her friend tightly. “Yuri, what’s going on?”

The vixen hugged the wolf back as she saw Shin-Joo over her shoulder. “It’s Lee Rang, he’s hurt.”

The wolf felt a whine get caught in her throat as she pulled back from the hug. “How did he get hurt?”

Yuri didn’t mean to ignore the question but she looked at her friend and noticed the wolf had injuries of her own. She grabbed the wolf’s hands in concern. “Eun-ji what happened to you?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She brushed past the fox, letting her hands fall from her hold. Eun-ji didn’t have any more patience and made a beeline to Lee Rang’s room. She found him on the bed, pale as could be with blood stains on his shirt. “Rang!” She cried out and rushed over to him. Her hands danced across his burning skin carefully, noting each and every cut to his skin.

Behind her, she could hear Yuri and Shin-Joo enter the room but she didn’t listen to what they were saying, her thoughts were going a mile a minute and all the thoughts were about the male in front of her. “Rang,” she tried to rouse him gently, “please wake up.”

Shin-Joo walks into the room, Yuri talking softly about Rang and how he woke up briefly before collapsing again. His eyes traveled to Eun-ji, he watched her whispering to the fox on the bed. All the pieces clicked in and he felt foolish for not realizing earlier the relationship. The familiar scent on Eun-ji was Rang. He thought it was strange as to Yuri and the wolf being friends as well. He thought about how happy Eun-ji seemed since leaving Kyong and couldn’t believe that it was all Rang’s doing.

His attention turned to the fox and immediately he noted that Rang didn’t look at all. Chances of survival could be low - he didn’t know how he would tell Yuri let alone Eun-ji. He took a deep breath and started examining the man on the bed.

Suddenly, Lee Rang coughed, blood spitting out from his mouth. Shin-Joo was quick and grabbed a nearby cloth, handing it to Eun-ji. The wolf wiped Rang’s mouth, making sure all the blood was gone. “Hang in there for me, please.” She whispered into his ear.

Shin-Joo looked over to Yuri and frowned at her worried expression. “It’s the poison of Eoduk Sini.” He sighed.

“Do something.” Yuri started to cry.

Shin-Joo bit his lip, there wasn’t much he could do - if anything. He needed to get back to Yeon and Lady A Eum. He looked away from her. “Mr. Lee Yeon isn’t back yet.”He could see swift movement from the bed, he knew Eun-ji was staring at him as well.

Yuri moved quickly, going to the doorway, blocking it with her body. “No, you can’t go. I’ll die if he dies.” Tears were pouring down her face as she looked into Shin-Joo’s eyes. “I’ll repay you for this somehow. I’m begging you.” When he didn’t respond she tried again. “I’m begging you. Help him.”

Eun-ji removed herself from the bed by now and wrapped her arms around her friend. “Shh, Yuri. We will figure it out.”

Yuri looked at him over the wolf’s shoulder. “I’m begging you.”

The fox nodded his head after staring at the two females. He bent down and unraveled some supplies that he had wrapped up. “This will take a little while.”

The wolf took her friend’s hand. “Yuri, why don’t you make some tea for Shin-Joo while he helps Rang. I’ll be here to help him too.”

The vixen, reluctantly, nodded her head and stepped out of the room slowly, ready to find things to occupy her mind so Shin-Joo could do his work.

Eun-ji knelt down next to her boss, ready for any instructions like they were in surgery for a dog instead of a human. “Let me know what I can do to help.” She stated. “Also, thank you Shin-Joo.”

He nodded his head. “So this is him?” He questioned like he didn’t know. “He is the one that saved you from Kyung. He’s the one that makes you happy?”

The wolf nodded her head. “He is. He saved me at my lowest and helped me climb to my highest point so far. Lee Rang is his name. My savior, Lee Rang.”

Hours passed, the room grew dark and Eun-ji had to turn the lights on for Shin-Joo to see. The veterinarian had treated all minor wounds but more importantly he tended to the giant wound on Rang’s leg. The sight of it made the wolf next to him anxious, he could feel her emotions rolling off her body tenfold. Once he did all he could, the wolf crawled up the bed, carefully cradling her body around Lee Rang’s form. She closed her tired eyes as she grabbed Rang’s wrist, putting her fingers over his pulse point, feeling his heartbeat gently.

Yuri entered the room, she had been watching from the hallway - too nervous to leave the area in case anything terrible happened. “How is Mr. Lee?”

“It will take a few days for the poison to leave his body, but he will be fine in no time.”

“Why aren’t you asking me anything? You see why I approached you the first time.” She questioned and the male looked away from her. “You already knew?”

“I happened to see you two together one day. I was taken to a junkyard and beaten up thanks to that.”

“By Mr. Lee?”

“Yes.”

Eun-ji’s eyes opened and she looked over to the two of her friends. ‘Rang did that to him?’ Her eyes looked at the face close to hers. There was no way Rang did that, right? She felt her stomach flop. She did know that Rang was a dangerous man to others, but she figured it wouldn’t be something so close to her as her boss.

"My brother, he isn't the kindest person."

Yeon's words echoed in her head. Rang was Yeon's brother? Did that mean he was a fox as well? Her head was swirling but she didn't have long to think as the body next to her started to shift. "Rang?" She whispered but it was loud enough for the other two in the room to hear.

He looks at her. "Hello, wolf." His voice was soft as he grabbed her hand gently. He made himself sit up and he looked at the other two foxes in the room. "Shin-Joo?" He was confused for a moment.

"How's Yeon? Is he back?" Rang asked.

Shin-Joo frowned and looked down, shaking his head. He couldn't look the other fox in the eye.

Rang felt his eyes tear up. "Why are you here then? Shouldn't you be with him?" His voice wasn't malicious as it normally would be when talking to the veterinarian.

Eun-ji pressed her head to his shoulder. Rang confirmed it without knowing it, they were brothers. She didn't know what to feel about that but she was glad that Rang was awake. "He came to help you."

"Me? Why me?"

"I was asked. If you're okay now, I need to get back to Yeon." Shin-Joo gathered his things and headed out the doorway, Yuri followed him with a promise to be right back.

Rang looked at Eun-ji as she lifted her head from his shoulder. "So happy to see you wolf. Thank you for saving me."

She pressed a kiss to his cheek. "You're welcome." There was a long pause. " When you're feeling better and up to it - I have some things to discuss with you about myself and you. Nothing bad."

"Sure wolf."

She looked at him closely to gauge his reaction to what she was going to say next. "Thank you, fox."

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