#san yn smut

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closer – ws2

when you say you want will close, it's not enough to have him just next to you.

pairing: will smith x reader

genre: smut/fluff, established relationship!au

word count: 0.9k

warnings: very light smut, cockwarming

author's note: happy birthday sweet sweet boy <333 i was supposed to post a longer smut but i didn't have time to finish that aaaaaa :( anyways! hope you enjoy and hope you have a lovely day celebrating this wonderful holiday 🥰

you're already fast asleep in will's bed when he comes home.

it's much later than he had hoped, but there was an issue at the airport delaying the team from coming home. he hadn't expected you to be up waiting for him, but there's still something in his chest that tightens at the sight of you under his covers, body curled up and eyes fluttered shut.

he toes off his shoes with the grace of a man who's done this far too many times, before dropping his bag by the door, careful to not make any sounds – and then he screws up anyway by slamming his toe into the bed frame and hissing out a curse. he instantly prays that you won't have woken you up, but you've never really been a heavy sleeper. "will?"

your voice is thick with sleep, honeyed and slow, and his heart flutters at the sound of it. "sorry, baby," he whispers, already bowing down to kiss your cheek. "go back to sleep."

you hum, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time. "get in here. missed you so much." will just chuckles but obliges, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and stepping out of his jeans as quickly as he can before slipping into bed next to you. his hands reach for your sides, pulling you flush against him.

"missed you, too," he says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you grunt in disapproval, though, signaling that it wasn't enough, so will laces his lips with yours instead.

will should've known from the moment your lips touched his; he should've realized what kind of mood you're in. instead, it takes him until the moment you bite down on his bottom lip and your hands wander south, fingers tracing the hem of his boxers, for him to understand your intentions.

he can't help but chuckle against your lips. he says your name in a tone that makes it sound like a warning, yet you don't care. "you're barely even awake, you don't have enough energy for this."

you whine. "but i want you." you give him your best puppy eyes. "i need you. need to... feel you close."

"i'm already pressed up to you, i think i'm plenty close."

you let out yet another impatient sound. "need you closer. need to know that you're here. spent two days without you… so i need you as close as you can be."

and that's when it clicks in his brain.

it's not sex you want, no lovemaking or quickie. it's not an orgasm or the sexual aspect of it that you're seeking; it's the intimate aspect. the reminder that he's real and yours.

and there's nothing in this world he'd rather do than reassure you of that.

he kisses you again, lips already parted and tongues brushing tongues. it's slow and warm, your mouths melding together like that's what they were made for. your fingers skim across the slight stubble of his jaw before brushing through his curls, hand settling at the back of his head.

when his hands move down to your hips, he isn't surprised to find that you didn't wear any underwear to bed. he merely smiles, running his fingers down the front of your thighs and then the insides. his face parts just an inch from yours, breathing heavily against your lips as he lets two fingers trail along your slit. "do you need me to..."

you open one eye to meet his gaze as you shake your head, or as much of a shake you can manage with your head nuzzled into the pillow. you're too tired to waste any time. "just need you inside me," you whisper.

will doesn't waste any time, pulling his boxers off and throwing them off the bed. one hand settles on your hip, helping guide you forward and sliding you down over his length.

a deep sigh leaves your lips, mixing with the groan slipping past will's, and he soon withdraws his cock before bottoming you out again. he stretches you out so deliciously, making your head tip back and giving him full access to the skin of your throat.

in these moments, you realize how strange it is that you're able to go on with your days without having him inside you. like this, you feel complete instead of empty; like your last puzzle piece has slotted into place.

you clench around him involuntarily, enveloping him in your warmth and sending a shiver down his spine. will trails kisses down the side of your neck and slips his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. he could just as well push you onto your back and fuck you silly now – but your breath is so steady, your eyelids too heavy, and he knows that it won't take long before you're out. this is all you wanted right now, anyway; maybe something more could happen tomorrow morning, but as of right now, this is enough.

his mouth find yours one more time and it's gentle enough to lull you into a sweet slumber. the last thing you have energy for is a murmur, a soft "love you, will" against his lips. while you might not hear him say it back, you feel it through your body; your heart responds by drumming a little more steadily, your skin tingling where he draws idle patterns along your skin. and you surrender to sleep with the knowledge that will's heartbeat beneath your palm is for no one other than you.

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The Places Between Us: The Lycan Brothers: (OT8 x Fem!Reader)

Pairing: San x Wooyoung x Fem!Reader | Side pairings: Hongjoong x Fem!reader x Ateez x Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff | AU: fantasy!au

Word Count: 13k

Summary: An ambush leads YN from Mingi's cold hands and into the long claws of Choi pack Alpha San and Beta Wooyoung. An escape plan is hatched, but is it executed?

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Overall Tags: dub-con, mind control, enslavement, kidnapping, forced breeding, monster fucking, sex work, mentions/implications of abuse, mentions/implications of SA, stockholm syndrome, public sex, exhibitionism, humiliation, degradation, breeding kink, bigdick!Seonghwa, bigdick!Yunho, DoubleDick!Yunh, monster fucking, face fucking, throat fucking, undead sex, sex w/ undead, belly bulge, anal sex, anal fingering, vaginal sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, squirting/vaginal ejaculation, slight size kink (height wise), overstimulation, facials, cum swallowing, choking, dom!ateez, sub!reader, tit fucking, sex toys, bondage, multiple partners, threesome (m/m/f), orc!jongho, naga!seonghwa, demon!hongjoong, dragon!yunho, undead!mingi, goblin!yeosang, lycan!san, lycan!wooyoung.

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Part 3: The Undead Soldier < | > Part 5: The Goblin Merchant

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Mingi froze in his seat, staring at the tent entrance and listening for more. Hurried shadows casted by campfires glided across the canvas, and the sounds of clanging armor and calls to action came from beyond the tent. Mingi immediately grabbed his sword and shield. 

“You stay here,” he ordered you, “And put on some clothes. You’ll need them.”

Panic hit you once you glimpsed through the flap. Loud barking and growling came faintly from the distance, mingling with the Undead battlecries. You quickly pulled on the tunic dress Mingi gave you, and strapped the bone-and-silver belt around your waist. The crow squawked and batted its wings excitedly, startled by the noise from outside, and this only worsened your panic. Confusion but determination came as you tied your sandals. This was your shot. Mingi had no intention of taking you to Lord Kim; you’d be going to his crypt in The Grey Lands where he’d keep you like a pet. You might end up a slave anyway, but you have to try. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you didn’t. 

“Do you know a way away from here?” you asked the crow as bloodcurdling howls came from outside. When it cawed, you said, “Show me then.” 

You opened the flap, and suddenly wished you had not. Amongst the broken bloodless corpses scattered on the ground, you saw massive wolves. At least, you thought they were at first. Taller and bigger than horses or men, they came in various shades of white, grey, brown and black. Standing on two legs, they were a mix of men and wolves. Their snouts covered in blood, their teeth alone made your toes curl back. You watched in horror as one wolf, a monstrous black beast, tore through a group of Undead like butter. It growled menacingly, snarling and clawing at any soldier who came within feet of it. It lifted one of the largest soldiers inches from the ground and bit into the neck, growling and snarling before tossing them away. Then, it spotted you. 

“Shit,” you breathed. 

The monster bounded towards you on all fours, and you broke out into a run. The crow flew low, barely visible in the torch lights scattered through the camp. It kept you on the outskirts, but that hardly mattered. You could hear the beast behind you, its feet thumping the ground and teeth right on your heels. A scream came out of you right as your sandal snagged on a tree root, causing you to fall and the wolf to climb on top of you. Its heavy body hovering over yours, it bared its fangs and roared. Another scream ripped through your throat, and tears instantly started filling your eyes. It moved to sink its teeth into you when something came from above. 

The crow slammed its beak right into the wolf’s eyes, causing it to howl in pain and swat its large clawed hands at the bird. You took several deep breaths as you watched the crow scratched and pecked at its eyes and face. The beast distracted, you scrambled to your feet and continued running through the battle. You dodged Undead and wolves alike, jumping out of their way or sidestepping to avoid being hit as you ran. Mingi and several other warlocks shot bolts of lightning, ice or fire at their opponents; some of them went down, but others charged forward. You saw the tree line up ahead, the dark forest beyond the tall trunks, and ran harder and faster. It was only a few yards away when another wolf blocked your path. 

This one was much larger than the first. Its snow white fur shone in the fire light, crimson blood matting around its mouth and dripping from its long fangs. Your heart thumped in your chest. The crow wasn’t around. Mingi wasn’t around. Nothing would stop this beast from devouring you. You backed up slowly until your body pressed into something hard. The sleek fur and hot breath made you jump, and you turned to see another wolf, dark brown and only slightly smaller than the first, closing in on you. You did everything to keep yourself at a distance from them. The pair circled you before facing you together, slowly inching closer as you drew further away. 

“She’s tasty looking…” the white wolf said in a raspy, gravelly voice. “I wouldn’t mind more than a bite.” 

They could talk?!

“She smells good,” said the brown wolf in a similar but higher tone. “Like a ripe peach waiting to be sunk into…”

“Ge-get back,” you said, knees shaking as you started towards the forest. “Min-Mingi will come for me, and he’s a warlock and he’ll kill you for trying to touch me.” 

Their laughter was loud grunts that rattled you. “That walking corpse can’t help you, sweetheart,” said the white wolf. 

“I suggest you start running, Little Peach,” his companion said. “The chase is always the best part.” 

You didn’t need to be told twice. Snapping into action, you took off into the woods. The cold air drying out your throat, your heart matched your fast steps. You used to outrun the boys on the school yard, but these were not little boys. The chances of getting away are far too small. Your crow friend might intervene once again and peck their eyes out for an easy escape. Mingi might discover what’s happened and fight to get you back. Or maybe, just maybe, you outstrip them and somehow magically end up at the base of the Crescent Mountains. The freezing air seeping through your thin dress and numbing your toes, you felt yourself slowing down. 

“Keep running, Little Peach,” the brown wolf cackled. “We’re almost there!”

Everything looked the same in the half-light of the moon. You made a turn, almost bumping into a tree before moving onward. 

“Uh-oh, sweetheart,” you heard the white wolf say, “We’re right at your heels.”

“You can always slow down! We promise it won’t hurt! We’ll be oh-so-gentle with you!”

“The first time!”

Your body begged for you to give in. With all the exertion you put yourself through, the sprinting was beginning to weigh you down. You took another turn, and saw light up ahead. Whether friend or foe, you didn’t know but you hoped it’d be your salvation. You charged forward to it before a big black mass came from your left. 

“Gotcha!” 

The brown wolf no longer stood on all fours, but on two. Standing several feet taller than you, you couldn’t help but freeze in its gaze. Its wet snout sniffed the air around you, thin lips stretching in a smile. 

“Ooh, you do smell good,” the wolf said, walking closer to you. “I’m going to enjoy tasting your little peach.”

You screamed when a pair of furry arms wrapped around your waist to lift you. Legs off the floor, you kicked and struggled in its strong arms. You punched at the lean, white arms holding you, but your hits were feeble against this strong wolf. 

“Where did that corpse find such a tasty treat?” The white wolf said, not bothered by your kicking and hitting. “We can raid it and get more yummy morsels like you.”

“Let go of me!” The vulgar words struck between your thighs, and your mark started burning. No. Not now. “Let go!”

“Aw, how cute! She’s trying to get away!” The brown one laughed. He reached forward  to the collar of your tunic and easily tore it. You cried out when a sharp claw touched your exposed nipple. “These look nice…so soft and round. Lycan women aren’t built like this.”

“Not in their natural form,” his friend added. “Come on, Little Peach, let’s have a look at you.” 

Your hands and knees stopped your fall, the twigs and leaves scratching your palms and legs. Crawling quickly, you scrambled across the floor before a clawed hand dragged you back. On your back, you stared up at the two beasts towering over you. They were wolves that stood like men. The white wolf was broader and more muscular, while the brown wolf was leaner and thinner. Your entire body shook, and you swatted at the claws reaching out to your tunic. Your cunt pulsed from the ideas starting to fill your head. Easily, the white wolf tore your belt off while the brown shredded the rest of your dress. The ripping of fabric and the snipping of their claws on your skin aroused you. 

“I wonder what Mingi will say when he finds out we’ve captured his pretty slave,” the brown one said, smiling gleefully as he grabbed your ankles. 

“I wonder what he’ll think when he finds out what we’re going to do to his pretty slave,” the other wolf said, already kneeling in front of you. “This looks nice,” he pushed your legs apart, “Already wet and ready, are we? You enjoy a good chase too, hm?”

“Screw the both of you! Let me go now!”

“Oh, somebody’s getting screwed,” he laughed, “Don’t you worry about that.”

A single slow lick of his tongue sends tremors up your body. The brown wolf holding you down, you had no way of fighting them off, but as a second lick came, you felt your struggle waning. The white wolf held onto your thighs, firmly keeping them apart as he made a third lick. You could feel his flat, wide tongue covering your entire sex; the cool air dried his saliva on your skin, which was then warmed against by his tongue. He rubbed his snout against your inner thighs, the wet nose taking in your natural scent before he sunk back to the middle. Your nipples hardened, and your toes curled at the constant, slow lapping. When he focused on your clitoris, you started shaking again. This encouraged the wolf to push the lips aside with his tongue and zone in on the throbbing nub. 

“Does she taste as good as she smells?” The brown wolf asked, tongue sticking out slightly. 

“So good,” he replied, “And sensitive. She’s already shaking and I’m barely licking it.” 

The brown wolf pinched your nipple between two black claws, moving them up and down to stir the pot. He gave a low chuckle when your hips twisted in his companion’s grasp. He held both your wrists easily in one hand, and continued teasing your breasts. The smooth claws grazed over the center of the hard peaks; the sharp tips lightly circled them, scratching the skin but not enough to draw blood. Tiny stings of pain came when he dragged his hand from bottom to top, though still not doing any damage. This combined with the tongue rolling around your swelling clit, you bit down on your lip to suppress your moans. 

“She’s loving this,” the white wolf said. “Don’t feel bad, Little Peach. Relax and enjoy my tongue for a while.”

“If you’re good, you’ll get more than a tongue.”

“Oh…God…” you let out in a shaky breath, head tossing to the side as he flicked right underneath your clit. 

“Feels good, hm?” the wolf below asked. “Do you like my tongue on your pretty clit?”

You couldn’t answer. The magic of your curse renders you incapable of refusal now. Mingi’s spell might remove pain, but not the control it took from you. His fellow moved to your side, holding your wrists still, and bent to lick at your hard nipples. His teeth nipped at them, leaving small bites on the supple mounds, whenever he rubbed his nose on you. They did this for a while, then the brown wolf knelt beside you. Through the woolen cloth covering his crotch was a long, red cock. Like Seonghwa, it was thicker and longer than you’re used to. When he lifted it, showing off the considerable length, you spotted a ball right at the base. Not balls, but a sort of blockage right there. You had no idea why he’d have that, but your mark had you wishing he’d plunge deep inside. 

“Let’s put this mouth to good use,” he said, pushing the head to your parted lips. 

The white wolf suddenly picked up speed, still only lapping over various parts that made you squirm in his arms. The brown one straddled your chest, hovering himself over your face, and pinned down your arms above your head. The hard head on your lips easily pushes through them, stretching your mouth and cheeks as he slid only a few inches inside. He let out a low growl when you started eagerly sucking the muscle passing over your tongue. You let it wag against the slick underside; it massaged the thick vein pumping more blood into it as it hardened. The string of muffled moans and curses the licking produced worked like a vibrator for him. He let out elongated moans whenever he reached your throat, holding himself there while you struggled to breathe. You loved the feeling, surprisingly. The slight choking and gagging it created each time he did it made you quiver. Unfortunately for you, the pair realized this and took full advantage of it. 

“Bring her to her knees, Wooyoung,” the white wolf gasped, pulling away from your soaked sex. “I want that mouth too.”

The brown wolf, Wooyoung, dismounted and easily lifted you to your knees. The white wolf grabbed your head, holding it firmly in place as he tapped his own heavy cock on your face. 

“She really is pretty,” Wooyoung said, slapping your cheeks and mouth with his friend. “She’s even prettier with cock in her mouth and on her face. We should keep her, San. Imagine having a slave who opens up whenever we want…Especially a pretty one like this.” 

“Not a bad idea,” San replied, shoving his head into your mouth at last. “Not a bad idea at all,” he groaned when you started sucking him. 

Wooyoung wrapped your hand around his cock, then started guiding it for you. You felt both of them pulse and throb together. It was like hearts beating in sync with each other. Warm, savory precum started spilling onto your tongue as San continued pumping into your mouth. He thrusted himself fully, tip invading your throat as your lips reached the knot at the base. Because of Mingi’s ritual, you didn’t feel pain. Even with your mouth so stretched, your throat being penetrated so much, you didn’t feel anything except pure pleasure. You squirm around in your restricted place, your cunt wanting attention from one of them if not both. Your heart pounded in your chest. San withdrew, drool and precum leaking from your lips and Wooyoung took his place. He tapped your tongue a few times, sliding up and down on it before pushing inside every so often. He chuckled when you desperately tried getting him in your mouth. 

“I wonder what he did to you,” said San, using your hand like a toy. “Most humans cry and are in pain from lycan cock. You don’t. Why is that, Little Peach?” 

“Probably used to it,” Wooyoung answered, forcing his length into your throat again. “It makes her even better.” 

“I don’t think so…” 

“You’re really thinking about that now?” 

“It’s crossed my mind…”

“Who cares, man? Stop brooding and enjoy our Peach.” 

San released you and laid on the forest floor. Without warning, he brought you on top of him. Your smooth skin brushed against his furry body, and with your hands no longer restricted, you started feeling his chest. Each breath stretched him, his hard chest tight on your hands, the hair smooth and silky on your fingertips. You were so much smaller than him. Even Wooyoung appeared an inch or so narrower. Even his dick was bigger. You knew this when he held you above his twitching tip and gently lowered you onto it. Fingers digging into the thick hair, you braced yourself for a tight pressure that sent moans up through your throat. You knew you were tighter than anything he’s ever had since his head fell back into the floor and he let out a soft howl. 

“Pl-please….” you whine, your walls squeezing his tip, “More…”

He answered by bringing you further down. While he focused on the pleasure burning within him, Wooyoung bent to see where you both met. 

“I told you she’s had lycan dick before,” he said. “She’s not even bleeding.”

San ignored him. 

“You’re lucky, Peach,” Wooyoung said, stroking your hair and licking your nipple. “It’s not every day a girl gets to fuck the Alpha.”

When you sat impaled on him, both you and San shook from the overwhelming pleasure. He kept his hands on your hips, nails scratching your skin from the tight grip as he guided you on him. Your mouth open from the steady stream of moans, Wooyoung shoved himself back inside. Holding your hair, he held you in place as he used your mouth like before. You tried letting go of San’s fur, but you couldn’t. If you did, you’d lose all balance and grip on reality. You only let go to put one of his hands on your chest. He cupped it easily, kneading and caressing the tit bouncing in his palm. You couldn’t stop. The mark burning on your back made it difficult to resist. You didn’t want to resist. You needed this. You needed them. 

After he was slick with your saliva, Wooyoung rounded and kneeled around you. Unable to stay up longer, you lowered onto San who might as well be a small bed underneath you. You did nothing but whimper when his hands spread your ass cheeks and something sticky and hot ran over your hole. 

“Stay still for a minute, sweetheart,” San rasped in your ear. “It’ll feel good in a few minutes.” You found it hard to stop grinding on him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around your waist, “It’s that good, hm? Answer me, Peach. Does my big dick feel good inside your guts?”

“Ye-yes,” you sobbed, “Let-let me…”

“Let you ‘what’? Ride me?” He chuckled when you eagerly nodded, “You’ll get to once you’re filled up.” 

Despite his words, San kept rocking as Wooyoung continued wetting your hole. “Stretch it for him,” San whispered to you, “Put your pretty hand down there and open it up. His claws will hurt too much.”

“Oh, she can handle a little claw tip,” Wooyoung dismissed, but you cried out when his claw went down your crack. 

“No,” San said sternly. “Go ahead, I got you,” he said to you gently, “I’m holding you. I got you.” 

His strength was immeasurable. You lifted a shaky hand to reach behind you. Wooyoung’s saliva was thick and sticky, working like a lubricant rather than spit. You moaned at the softness of your fingers tracing your whole ass hole. Pushing one digit inside, it was torture. Your finger didn’t go deep enough to bring full pleasure, but enough to open you up for Wooyoung. 

“Good girl,” San cooed, nuzzling your neck. “Put another finger…Yes, like that…You’re doing such a good job, Peach.” He licked your neck, burying his nose in the crook. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight, and letting me inside this deep. I bet that ass is just as good.”

“It looks even better,” Wooyoung sighed, mesmerized by your fingers stuffed in your ass. 

He removed your fingers roughly, and put his tip to the clenching hole. “Hold tight, sweetheart,” San warned, “Take a deep breath and-there you go…Good, good, just let him go further.”

Your eyes rolled back at the new pressure building behind you. San held you open as Wooyoung sank inside little by little. You couldn’t move. The feeling of them both inside you left you paralyzed between them. Your nails dug into San’s shoulders, your face burying into his long, thick neck as you trembled. The pair started slowly, letting your body get accustomed to them at the same time. Wooyoung held you by the hair, losing his own restraint with you wrapped around him. San, on the other hand, rocked upwards gently. You swore their tips each found your g-spot on either side and hit it in unison. 

“Ride me,” San instructed kindly when you were deemed ready for it, “Go as fast or as slow as you want. Just being in you makes me happy.”

“And you want the Alpha to be happy with you, Little Peach,” Wooyoung groaned, losing control as he grabbed your ass and started thrusting faster. “It comes with lots of perks.” 

“Don’t be shy,” San said, grabbing the tit he could reach. “That’s right. Fuck me, sweetheart. Fuck me however you like.” 

You let loose. Leaning upwards, you started bouncing on the two cocks pulsing in you. It was overpowering pleasure that blinded you to sense. Breasts bouncing in front of his face, San’s hot tongue flicked at your sensitive nipples. Your ass rippling on his hips, Wooyoung kept pinching and grabbing the round cheeks slamming on him. Your orgasm sat at the edge, tempting you forward. This was incredible. How could you want to fight this? 

“Shit…This was not….”

“I think our Peach is going to come now,” Wooyoung said, grabbing your waist but letting you control the pace. 

“She is,” San moaned, pinching your nipple between two fingers. “I can feel it every time she goes to my knot.” 

‘Lycan knots feel incredible. You should sink down onto it and feel it for yourself.’ 

You didn’t refuse. Settling yourself on San’s stomach, you fully sat on the ball at the end of his cock. It kept him inside. You swore you could barely move off it. Mind turning blank, you grinded on the thick dick throbbing in you. 

“She’s sitting on my knot, oh god, she’s sitting…” San huffed quickly, chest rising and falling from this new feeling. 

“Hey,” Wooyoung griped, “Take mine too.”

He plunged his own “knot” in your ass, causing you to scream in pleasure. Your climax came hard and fast. Cum coated San’s cock, leaking from your entrance and trickling onto the balls underneath. A distinct heat radiated in your ass, Wooyoung’s rabid thrusts being small and erratic as he finished inside you. San doesn’t finish. Your tight cunt shuddering around his knot felt too good to stop. 

‘Don’t let them. Keep going. It feels so good and lycans can go for a long time,’ the voice said. ‘It really is the best. I want you to enjoy yourself. It's why I had Mingi take the pain away, so you can have fun at least.”

“Can I have her cunt now, Alpha?” Wooyoung asked, sounding more subservient than friendly. 

“Can he, Peach?” San asked you in a shaky voice. 

“Yes, yes, yes!”

 Forcing yourself off San, you laid on the ground as Wooyoung stuffed himself in your pussy. On his fists, body keeping your legs up in the air, he started quick and fast. You felt his cum leaking from your ass, his balls getting wet from the constant smacking against it. 

“Open up for me,” San said, putting his wet cock to your mouth. 

Inverted, San took control right away. His balls hanging in front of you, you became encompassed by his musky scent and warmth. Being trapped under them, used however they wanted, you nearly came again. 

‘Let it go. I like seeing you cum all over a thick cock.’ 

You didn’t question the voice. San’s length stifled your screams, and Wooyoung held onto your shaking arms. When his knot stuck him deep inside, you lost all control. San’s constant strings of precum streamed from your mouth to your cheeks. His balls hit your nose as he went faster, stuffing your throat to suffocate you slightly before pulling away and letting you breathe. You’re barely given time before he goes back inside. You came right then. Legs far apart, shaking and trembling, you couldn’t stop yourself. Instead of finishing inside, Wooyoung withdrew to stroke himself over you. Soon, the hot strings felt hotter on your cold skin, spraying as far as your breasts. Is it normal for lycans to have such a short time between orgasms? 

“My turn.”

San roughly pulled you from Wooyoung and onto his lap. You steadied yourself on him as best as you could, legs around his waist and arms around his neck. He stood up, lifting you several feet from the ground, and started bouncing you on him on his own. His muscled, furry body became the only source of warmth in the cold forest. You held onto the back of his head, eyes closed tight as he pushed his knot to your entrance in every thrust. Wooyoung closed the gap between you, holding onto your thighs as he helped his alpha keep you in place. 

“Cum in me,” you moaned in his pointed ear. “Fill my little cunt with all your cum…empty yourself in me, please…”

“I will,” he said, moving you faster. “You’re already dripping. You’ll be gushing when we’re done with you.”

This promise tightened your hold on him. As promised, San let out grunts through gritted teeth as thick come pours in you. This alone makes you cum a third time, screaming into the air as you pathetically rutted on him. 

‘More…Don’t you want more, YN? You look so hot like this. Please say you want more.”

Wooyoung took San’s place, humping upwards to your full cunt. The pair started taking turns in you, interchanging their paces to keep you moaning. When they finally had their fill, you were sweaty and exhausted but elated. Your forehead pressed to San’s, you took deep breaths to steady your racing heart and shaking limbs. 

“Fuck, she’s amazing,” Wooyoung cheered, wiping himself with his loin cloth. “She’s not human. There’s no way.”

“I know what’s got you going, Peach,” San said in your ear, wet nose rubbing your neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep it between us. You’re mine now. All mine.” 

He carried you in his arms like a child, not bothered by your stickiness dripping to his thighs. The security of his hold reminded you of a bed. You felt yourself falling asleep against him. His fur might as well be a fur blanket a client gifted you, comfortable and keeping you warm on a cold night. San occasionally rubbed his cheek to yours, affectionate and gentle as he carried you through the forest towards the firelight. The smell of cooking meat reached you in the wind. Savory and thick, your stomach rumbled. You heard the sounds of revelry around you as you entered the wolf’s camp. High howls, laughter and chatter mixed with the drums playing in a corner. 

“Maybe I’ve been blessed,” San said, low enough that only you heard him. “The Lunar Gods wanted to give me a gift to bless my victories, and put you in my path.” The flat on his hand rubbed your back, only enticing you to sleep more. “I’ll have to give a special offering for this generosity.” 

“Did you say something, Brother?” Wooyoung asked over the noise. 

“She’ll stay in my den,” San replied. “Go get her some clothes, and I’ll bathe her. I can smell that corpse under her sweetness.” 

Could he really? You didn’t care. 

‘You did so well, YN.’

“Here you go, Little Peach,” San said, laying you down on a bed of furs and blankets. 

His musky scent surrounded you. Not off putting in the slightest, you rolled onto your side to find more warmth. Suddenly, smaller, hairless hands began running a cloth over your stickier parts. Your eyes fell shut underneath the tender touch, budging to let them clean you thoroughly. Another pair of hands smoothed over your hair, pulling it back from your face as they laid your head on their lap. Human. Did San have other human slaves who now tended to you? This was answered as you drifted to sleep at last. 

“Cute little peach,” San said, running fingers over your sex, cleaning you softly. You let a soft moan at the delicate touch. “Sleep now. We can play more in the morning.”

‘Believe me, you'll be wanting it too.’

****

The Undead skull crushed under his boot, a pile of ash and bone grinded into the earth. Hongjoong surveyed the battlefield, the woodland road where his men were ambushed. Undead soldiers laid in pieces, some putting themselves back together and others completely gone. Lycans only used their power, not their brains. 

 "Where is she?" He asked one of the soldiers. Only his torso and arms remained, and he leaned against a tree. 

 He knew his appearance shocked the soldier. "Who, my lord?" he asked shakily. 

 "The captive," he answered impatiently. "The woman you've enjoyed watching your commander fuck every night." 

 "I-I don't know, my lord. She disappeared during the battle-"

Hongjoong lazily shot a ball of ice into his head, the decomposing skull falling off. He scanned the area for any sign of you. The cage Mingi kept you in was empty on its side under a tree. A shiver ran down his spine when he thought about you being in that cage, humiliated and embarrassed by the show the men enjoyed. You never liked public stuff. A little dance or kissing was fine, but sex happened upstairs. Mingi might have been the nicest of them, coming to you when you needed it, but he did it for personal gain. 

 "My lord, I knew you would come."

 Mingi's head sat on his desk while his body and hands remained missing in action. Hongjoong glared at him, already imagining what he could do to that head. 

 "Where is she?" He asked. 

 "She ran off," he said. "The Choi pack attacked us when we made camp here. They must have taken her.”

“You better hope they did.”

A white flash caught the corner of his eye and he spotted Mingi's left hand at his feet. 

“My lord…” Mingi watched him pick up the hand and snap his fingers. Instead of bright orange, the flames flickered blue. “Wait…My lord, don't. I'm sorry. I didn't do anything she didn't want.”

“I'm aware,” he said, “But you still touched her.”

“My lord!” 

 "You knew she belonged to me and decided to help yourself to her. How can you expect to achieve a goal when you do such things?"

Hanging the hand over the flame, the frost began at the wriggling fingertips before spreading upwards. Hongjoong watched the digits gradually freeze in front of him until it was completely still. 

“My hand…”

“You can find another one.”

Throwing it to the ground, Hongjoong stomped on the frozen hand. It crushed into dozens of pieces, blood clotting right away at the breakages. 

“Also, I'm cancelling leaves,” Hongjoong grunted, fixing stray hairs. “Nobody is going in or out of the afterlife.”

“But she ran away! My lord, she ran!”

He needed to find you. 

*****

You could sleep forever, wherever ‘here’ was. Layers of animal furs covered you from the cold, and a soft mattress molded to the curves of your body. The faint crackling of a fire came from somewhere nearby; the scent of hearty bacon immediately caught in your nose and rumbled your stomach. Home. You’re back in the Rooster’s Nest, recovering from a night of entertaining patrons and dancing. Yoongi is in the kitchen cooking breakfast for everyone. Namjoon is cleaning up the bar for the morning crowd. The other girls are still asleep or starting to stir. You groaned softly as you uncurled from your position and rolled onto your back, keeping the blankets up to your neck. Yes, everything that happened was a terrible nightmare, and you’d finally woken up. 

A gentle hand brushed through your hair, a thumb pressing down the side to cup your face. You rubbed your cheek into it, surprised that Vernon stayed the night. 

“I thought you'd left,” you said groggily, leaning into the hand. 

“I never left, sweetness.” 

Your eyes flew open. Above you was not Vernon's soft, round face but a sharper, squarish one. Small eyes smiled at you sweetly, two dimples poking into his cheeks. You instantly moved away from him, subjecting yourself to the slight chill reaching your hot skin. You were about to curse at him when you saw the claw necklace hanging to his broad chest. 

“Morning, Peach,” he said, “You slept like a baby. You didn't make a peep.”

“Who are you?” 

“Oh, sorry, I didn't really introduce myself. I'm San.”

'Well, at least it's San who found you.'

“You're San? But, I thought you were a wolf?”

“I was in my wolf form last night,” he moved closer, “I tend to be more…feral when I'm in my lycan form. I hope I didn't scratch you too much?” 

“No, you didn't,” you replied. “Who was the other wolf then?”

“My half-brother, Wooyoung,” he answered. “He's getting you breakfast since we figured you'd be hungry when you woke up. You put in a lot of work for us,” he laid beside you on the bed, “It's only fair we take care of our special pet.”

You suppress a moan when he grabs your thigh to put over his hip. Through his pants, you felt his prominent bulge poke you. He wasn't hard, you realized, but just that big naturally. Hands running up and down your back, San brought you in for a light, brief kiss. You held onto his shoulder to keep yourself from grinding against him. 

“Who gave you that mark?” he asked, pecking your lips. 

“A witch,” you answered. 

“She must've been jealous,” he said, “To put such a curse on you.”

“Her husband was one of my regulars. Instead of blaming him for his cheating, she got angry with me,” you replied, bitterness in your voice. “Now, I'm stuck like this until Lord Kim comes for me.”

“Lord Kim? Why would he come for you?”

“He says I belong to him. He keeps saying he'll come get me, but I don't know when. You'd think a demon wouldn't have a problem travelling anywhere.”

“It's not as easy as it looks, okay?” 

“Hm, that's disappointing,” San frowned. “I was hoping to keep you. I suppose I'll have to give you over if I want to avoid my entire pack suffering for it.” 

“Yeah, sorry to burst your bubble.”

“No skin off my back,” he assured you. “I have plenty already.”

Naturally, he did. Everyone did, it seemed. 

“But hey, let's not dwell on that for now,” San said, taking your wrist and bringing you back to him. “We can talk about something else until Wooyoung comes with your breakfast.”

“Like what?”

“Where are you from,” he shrugged, “Where is your family from? Are they magicfolk? What did you do before you were cursed? You know, that kind of stuff. If you’re going to be here for a bit, I should at least know some things about you.”

You supposed you could humor him. Slipping back into his arms, you let him rub and kiss you as you answer his questions. His touch soothes your dread somehow. His body, hard and firm, feels real under your skin and in your arms. San’s human form is significantly smaller than his massive lycan appearance, which you enjoyed just as much. It felt strangely nice being cuddled this way. Mingi always left your cage when he finished. Seonghwa allowed you to sleep in his bed, but more like a dog than a lover. Yunho kissed your forehead, then left you alone. 

“I wouldn't leave. You know that.”

You learned things about San as well: he was the alpha of his pack, The Choi Pack. Wooyoung is his half-brother from the same father, the former Alpha. They live east of the mountains, which is their territory. Tonight is the first night of the Lunar Festival, a week-long celebration that ends on the full moon. He explained, as you tried not grinding on his muscled thigh, that their powers are strongest on that night. He makes note to mention that their fertility strengthens too. 

“But, it wouldn’t work on you,” he said, putting his thigh between both of yours and giving the slightest bit of pressure. “Not that it would stop me from filling you with as much cum as possible,” he smirked when you held back a whimper. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a human take my knot like that before. It didn’t hurt?”

“No.”

“Not at all?”

“No.”

He pressed his lips to your ear as he asked, “Does that mean I can put it in you again? 

“Yes,” you said without hesitation. 

Seeing this, San sat up against the pillows, legs spread and let you straddle his thigh. This put you directly on it which brought out an immediate reaction.

“Get it ready for me then,” San breathed, one hand on your hip. 

He leaned back in the bed, simply admiring you as you rolled your hips in his lap. Your need grew the longer you rocked against the hard muscle underneath. You could feel every part of you starting to wake as the mark burned. The sweet friction of your bare clit on his thigh sent you further down. Your body ached to feel his hands on you, massaging wherever he could while you continued. 

“A horny little peach, aren't you?” San sneered, taking your nipple between his fingers. “I'm very lucky to have such a lovely little thing always wanting me,” he pecked your neck, thumb trailing to your lower lip. “I'm going to have so much fun with you,” he pushed two fingers past your lips, mouth falling open when you sucked them. 

“I can't wait,” you whined, rolling your hard clit on his thigh. 

He purposefully flexed it so you whimpered against his shoulder. Everything inside you yearned for more. Even with your stomach rumbling, you cared more about the orgasm building in your groin. You felt the exact point where the most relief came, and started moving just to that side. When San moved forward to wrap his lips around your nipple, you nearly came right then. His tongue whirled around the hard center, flicking it every so often and giving it a full suck before popping it from his mouth. You noticed the bulge growing behind his loincloth, the thin fabric doing nothing to hold him back. One hand sneaking down to San's middle, you groaned feeling the heaviness in your palm. 

“Keep rubbing it like that,” he groaned, head falling back when you gave it a gentle squeeze. “Yes, just like that…” He brought you in for another kiss, “You’re dripping all over me, sweetheart,” he moaned, “It makes you wet so easily.”

“Ye-yes,” you whined. 

“Take it out and put it in you,” he rubbed down your sides and kissed your neck. “I want your first orgasm of the day on my dick.”

Lifting the flap easily, you shivered once his thick shaft touched your lips. Bucking your hips over the head, you moaned whenever your clit grazed it. The thickness spreads your wetness around, occasionally pushing to your entrance as if threatening to slide inside. You shuddered every time he did this, wanting him inside right away. Finally, you aligned his cock with your body and sunk downwards. The stretch did not burn at all. You only felt immense pleasure force your climax closer. His knot was not as prominent in his human form, but you could still feel it threaten to push through every time you reached it. San held you in his arms, kissing wherever he could and grabbing the buttocks in his hands as you rode him. You swore he shoved right up to your stomach, bulging slightly like the previous night. It was a sensation you couldn't get enough of. 

“Can-Can we just…” you could barely get the words out. 

“‘Can we’ what, baby?”

“Can we-e do this all da-day?” 

San chuckled in his moan, “Yes, we can. We can go for as long as you want. I love this too much to stop at just one time.”

"One plus to this is watching you getting fucked like crazy. I can't wait to see you and get my turn."

His thumb on your clit, sliding up and down in time with you, you came right away. Hands gripping his broad shoulders, hips bouncing in his lap, you called out his name in the air in every moan. The blissful moment barely passed before San had you on your back, legs to his shoulders as he charged into you. It was the best feeling. It couldn't be so bad, being this alpha's play thing. He was nice. He hadn't hit or chained you up. Plus, he'd give his dick to you whenever you asked. 

You can't. You can't let yourself get that far. 

The both of you were limp, sweaty messes by the time you finished. The hunger in your stomach overcame your arousal now, demanding food of some kind. 

“Wooyoung will bring you something,” San assured you, kissing your forehead. “You can just relax for now. I'll get you some warm clothes so you're not too cold.” 

“Thank you,” you said sleepily. 

But, you didn't sleep. You laid on your side, cuddled to a bundle of furs, and felt sadness sink in your stomach. The sinking feeling of helplessness filled your insides like bricks. Your journey was meant to be easy: you'd get to the small port town, follow the trails up to the mountains, then go see Lord Kim. You never foresaw the various obstacles or misfortunes that came your way. It seemed you kept going from one frying pan into another, eventually making your way to Lord Kim, the crackling fire. You'd gone along believing you could make it. You're not an explorer or a fighter. You were an entertainer from down south where the sun shined and the air was cool. You thought about the possibility of never meeting Lord Kim, and ending up caving into the curse. San would certainly have his fun with you then. You'd have no mind to resist; your body now able to withstand the pain, you could go even longer than before. You didn’t want that. You didn't want your life to become a swirling vortex of lust and pleasure. Hearing that you might never make it to the mountain saddened you. 

But, you couldn't give up. Not now. You had made it this far; you could go the rest of the way. Waiting around in Kim seemed to only bring more problems. You'd have to strike out on your own this time. You only needed some provisions and a map. When San returned with woolen and fur clothes for you, you cleaned yourself up as best you could and slipped into them. He had to have some kind of map of the area. It is his domain. You only needed to find it before he realized you'd scampered off. 

“Don't. Just stay there. I'm coming to you, I swear.”

“Hush. I'm done waiting on you,” you hissed under your breath. 

“You're so damn impatient. Don't leave. That part of the forest is dangerous. You could get seriously hurt.”

“Like you care, " you said as San excused himself. 

“I do. So much. San knows about you and will keep you safe."

“Here you go,” Wooyoung finally appeared, grinning and holding a plate of hot bacon and eggs. He placed it on a table nearby, and looked over at you. “Don't you look cute in that?” he asked, seeing your fur cloak, leather vest, thick shirt and wool pants. “The look suits you so well.”

“Thanks,” you said, shaking off Kim's voice. 

You immediately grabbed the plate and dug into the meal. Your hunger came back a million times stronger, your stomach almost feeling sick. You gorged on the heavy ration of crisp bacon, letting the savory meat fill your mouth and gullet before being washed down with fresh milk. The eggs, fluffy and light, were hot and nearly burned your tongue, but you kept eating. 

“Hey, slow down,” Wooyoung chuckled at your greediness. “You'll choke inhaling the food like that.” He watched you  keep scarfing down the food. “I guess it's been a while since you ate anything proper.”

“Yeah,” you said, tearing into a hunk of honeyed bread. 

You noticed a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Mingi should've taken care of you better,” he said, “If he wanted you to be happy.”

“Nobody wanted me to be happy,” you said, remembering each man bitterly. “Seonghwa wanted to make me a slave. Yunho wanted to make me a baby machine, and Mingi used me to get what he wanted. Your brother is just another man looking to use me for his own pleasure.”

It angered you now. You stabbed the last piece of bacon, shoving it into your mouth. With the mark on your back, he'd get that compliant slave if you stayed here long enough. You needed to find an escape. It seems like a big village. You could sneak away in the middle of the night. 

“That's literally the dumbest idea you've had since you left home.”

“My brother isn't like that,” Wooyoung said defensively. 

Yet, you had no chance of getting out of San's tent without anyone noticing you. Staring at Wooyoung, you caught the insecurity right away. Not as large or powerful as his brother, he likely stood in the shadows as a Beta. It made you wonder. 

“He literally said that as he was bringing me here. He said I'd belong to nobody but him. I'd be all his,” you retorted. “I'm not going to be anybody's slave. Not now, not ever again. I'm my own person, and I'll be damned if I let someone get in the way again.”

The words climbed under his skin. A deep breath, he chose his next words like a killer chooses a knife. “You have no chance of getting to that mountain.” He saw your stunned face, “Yeah, I'm not an idiot. I heard you two talking. You have the Hand of Lust stuck to your back. In a week or so, you'll be nothing but a horny nympho who will do what we tell her. You think by getting to Kim you'll be safe? Ha, keep dreaming, honey. Even if he did come for you, you'll be his little plaything. He'll stick you in a cage and fuck you whenever he wanted. Trust me, you're better off here."

“I don't care,” you spat. “I'd honestly rather die than belong to you."

Wooyoung moved faster than you'd ever seen before. His hand around your throat, he forced you to look up at him. Riling him up seemed easier than expected. He pressed his thumb to your lips, swiping along them gently as he pushed between them. That sudden burning in your back returned, and you knew what he had planned. You forced yourself not to acknowledge the pain, the only one you could still feel. As his fingers gently squeezed your throat, he leaned down towards you. 

“That can be arranged if you're a bad girl,” he growled, the wolf lingering in his voice. “You might be pretty,” he slid his thumb over your tongue, “But make no mistake, if you disobey us….if you refuse and fight us….we will tear you apart, understand?”

“Bastard,” you said back, even with his digit in your mouth. Your thighs clenched at his firm tone. "Your brother won't let you hurt me. Lord Kim will kill you for hurting me." 

“Answer me,” he said, ignoring you and smacking your cheek, “Do you understand?”

“If he hits you again, he's not going to have a hand to smack with.”

“I'm not yours,” you replied when he removed his thumb. "And that drives you nuts, doesn't it? The fact that even though you helped capture me, you still don't own me or enjoy me when you wish. Have you asked your Alpha if you can be alone with me?"

"I don't need his permission to do anything. I'm the Beta around here; that makes me second in command."

"It makes you his bitch."

Tossing your plate aside, Wooyoung forced you onto the bed. Your sex immediately throbbed the moment his crotch brushed into it. Breathing heavily, your body braced itself for his entry. Wooyoung quickly untied his loincloth, and you saw him steadily growing hard. Lust burned in his eyes as he grabbed the collar of your shirt and tore it in two. In a few tears, Wooyoung uncovered your naked form again. 

“So pretty,” he groaned, roughly grabbing your breast, “And mine.”

“In your dreams, maybe.”

He bent down over you, lips pecking at your nipples until they tightened on his lips and then swiping his tongue across it. He gave the erect center bites that made you hold back a wince. His rough hands cupped both breasts, squeezing hard as he licked and bit them. You tried squirming from his mouth, but he stuck to you like a leech. Soon, his hands pinned your wrists on the sides of your head; you made the futile attempt to struggle but his grip did not weaken. Make him feel strong. Plenty of clients back home liked a bit of push back. You found it a bit sick, but they willingly paid extra and never went too far.  

His hard body between your thighs grinded each time you wriggled, so then his moan vibrated on your supple breasts. Wooyoung’s tongue started flicking faster over the peaks, swirling around the most sensitive part to make you whimper. Each swipe sent nerves down to your core, stoking the flames in your mark as your arousal grew.

“These are so fucking nice,” Wooyoung groaned, giving one nipple a particularly firm suck. “And they're mine to touch whenever I want. "

“Your brother's, you mean,” you whined.

“You’ll change your tune when you get my dick, Peach,” he snuck one hand between the both of you and cupped your sex. It throbbed right on his fingers; moist, slick folds wet the long digits automatically, and your entrance clenched for one of them to enter you. “Mm, see? Your little pussy already wants me. She knows who she wants more,” he said, switching sides as he played with your nipple and your clit. “You won't want my brother when you've had me in you. He'll see that and let me keep you instead. Not even Kim will want you. You'll be my toy, my whore...All mine...Not to be shared or taken from me… "

He plunged two fingers into you right away. Your back arched against the pleasure surging from his fingers, and your hips met his hand each time. His strokes deep and fast, the tips pushed right into the spot that had you seeing stars. It was pure heaven.

"You'll be my bitch," he growled. "I'm going to chain you up in my tent," his fingers changed angles and you whined, "And fuck you whenever I want. You'll call me 'Master' and obey my every command. "  

"Wooyoung was always a little prick."

"I won't," you seethed, the effect being ruined when he laps at your clit. 

"Yes, you will," he said firmly, "Or I toss you in the pig pen and let the others have you. Trust me, slut, my kin won't be as merciful as me." He swirled his tongue around it, giving it a few flicks. "They won't eat you out like this. They won't prepare or be nice to you. They'll fuck you like the pathetic hole you are, and if you resist? Ha, they'll show you what happens to disobedient pigs."

Frustration and relief combined within you, and you fell into a whirlwind of desire and need. If you push enough buttons, he'll send you to this pen, and you can get closer to escaping. Your legs spread out of habit, as if your body gave him more access to you. You shouldn’t give into him so easily. It wasn’t right. You should try stopping him before it gets worse. But, it felt too good to let go of now. 

“A totally reasonable excuse to stay where you are and not go into the dangerous deadly woods at night.”

“That’s it,” Wooyoung groaned, “Just like that. It doesn’t matter if you cum. You'll keep going no matter how many times I finish you.”He sneered, "I imagine you in that pen now. You won't say no. You'll be begging for it soon, and my kin love an obedient pig."

Quaking underneath him, you couldn’t help it.Like a bomb, your hips bucked up and down as you finished all over his hand. You could barely control your volume with the way it hit you so suddenly. In the very middle of it, Wooyoung removed his fingers and shoved his cock deep inside. This elevated your orgasm, and you swore he dragged it out on purpose. When it finally subsided, Wooyoung lifted you from the bed and kept you in his grasp. Standing up, you could only hold on as the beta wolf pounded upwards into you. The new angle, combined with your clit lightly brushing his pubic bone, had you moaning into the crook of his neck.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he growled, “Even with all the dick you’ve had.”

“Woo-Woo-Y-young,” you said his name through gritted teeth, “Pl-please…You-your cum…”

“You’ll get my cum soon, pig,” he replied, holding you in place as he began bouncing you on his hips. “Be a good slut and use that cunt to milk it out of me…Yeah, like that…make it nice and tight for me…”

It’s all you wanted like the other times. The mere thought of his cum spilling in every hole made you purposefully squeeze your walls to tighten them. You needed to feel that warmth spray over them; you craved the sensation of him twitching within you, spurting his load before forcing himself into a different hole. You’d let him take whichever one he wanted. You only wanted more of him.

Soon, Wooyoung’s approaching orgasm had him forcing you back onto the bed. On your front, he put your hands behind your back and pinned them down. The slapping of his hips into you came in a single rhythm, his growls and grunts coming in time with them. You quivered, unable to maintain focus as that delicious feeling finally came. Wooyoung’s thrusts became haphazard and frantic as he reached his high, forcing himself to plant his seed firmly inside you. He grumbled incoherent words, panting in each push until he’d pumped every drop. But, you knew that wasn’t the end. Once he released your hands, you placed yourself firmly on the bed and started pushing into him. Wooyoung laughed at your pathetic attempts to get more. He didn’t move a muscle. He only laid hard smacks to your ass cheeks and occasionally spread them to drool over the middle. 

"What a good piglet you are, " he cooed, feeling up your back. "You know your place now. You catch on quick." He bent down to your ear, "I'm better than my brother. Say it, bitch. Tell me my dick is better and you only want mine. If you do, you get a nice load of cum."

You held back the words. A harsh smack to your ass nearly brought them out, but you refrained. He took your hair and yanked it back hard. 

 "Say it."

 You didn't. A refusal will upset him more, and he will get you out of here. 

 "Say it, slut!" 

You eagerly continued pumping him until you felt his grip on your hair tighten, his grunts turning into whining pants. 

"Say-say it, bitch, or no cum for you."

"Your dick is better!" You planted yourself firmly on the bed and started moving faster, hearing his soft panting. "It's so much better! I don't want anyone else!"

He laughed through gritted teeth as he filled you a second time. You kept yourself flushed to him, clenching and unclenching to entice more out of him. The satisfaction made you only crave more. 

“That’s enough for now, Peach,” Wooyoung panted, resting on his haunches as he took deep breaths.

“But I want more…” you said, grabbing his softening length to stroke. “Just one more, please?”

“You’ll get plenty more later on.” He swatted your hand away, and started tying his loincloth again.

“I thought you wanted me?” You spread your buttocks for him, “Don’t you want to fill this up too?”

“Later,” he said more sternly, spanking the very middle and causing you to moan.

He tried moving away from you, but you grabbed his hand. You’d moved to put it on your pussy before he pulled away. 

“Hmph, maybe this curse won’t be a good idea after all,” he mused. 

“Didn’t you want a nympho slave?” you asked him, toying with your nipples to entice him. “You know, one who fucks you whenever you want?”

“Yes, when I want to,” he started walking to the entrance. “That’s the whole point of the ‘slave’ thing. You do what I say, not the other way around.”

You left the bed, legs wobbling, to pull him back to you. Lips kissing up his broad chest to his neck, you started grabbing at the strings of his cloth again. You grinded against him, already moaning with need. Wooyoung grabbed both your hands and shoved you away.

“I said ‘no’,” he said, “Now, figure out how to sort this out or I’ll make you.”

“Psh, whatever,” you scoffed. This was it. “You aren’t as big like your brother anyways. You probably couldn’t go as long, so you’re giving up.”

“Darling, don't antagonize him.”

But, you needed to. 

Wooyoung glared, “I’d watch that mouth if I were you, Peach, or you might end up somewhere you don’t want to be.”

“Hey, don’t take your insecurities out on me, wolf-boy.”

“You little bitch!”

He grabbed a handful of your hair and dragged you outside. In full view of those around him, Wooyoung led you from the largest tent through the camp. Lycans in and out of their wolf forms stopped to stare at their Alpha’s younger brother pulling his new toy past them. Nobody spoke up. Nobody questioned Wooyoung’s angry glare or heard your frightened mewling. The arousal still burned, and the little tugs to your scalp made your need worse. You already knew what he had planned, it aligned perfectly with yours.

“I’ll teach you what happens when you disrespect me,” he scowled, bringing you over to a large pen. "You think I was playing when I said you'd go into the pen? You think I was bluffing?"

Bordered by a wooden gate, you saw a group of men and women in various states of dress huddled together in the mud. Disobedient slaves suffering a cold, dirty punishment. Low howls and yipping came from the lycans mounting the humans locked up in the pen. Bodies human and wolf rutted into their chosen "pigs" taking them against the fence or in the dirt like animals. Some of the slaves moaned in enjoyment while others cried from the size and duration. The lycans showed no mercy or signs of slowing down. 

“Here,” Wooyoung opened the pen and tossed you inside. You fell sideways into the cold, muddy ground. “You want to get fucked like an animal? Now you will. Have fun. Maybe if I’m merciful, I’ll come back for you.”

“I'm not going to just cut off his hand now.”

It took you a few tries before you could stand in the slippery mud. When you finally did, there’d been no point in wiping the dirt from your naked skin. You became aware of the groups nearby surveying you. Shame and fear washed over you, and you turned away from them to face a corner of the pen. The sounds of the others being used sent shivers down your spine. While your original plan had worked, you didn’t know what to do now. With so many eyes on you, it was only a matter of time before you were “mounted” by someone. It’d be hard to escape now with the overcast skies still blue and grey. You would have to wait until much later, and San might have discovered your fate by then and taken you back inside. 

It seemed you’d have to play the waiting game again.

*****

“This was a nice one. The right amount of tightness and so compliant already.”

“I don’t know. I like a little bit of fight in ‘em, you know?”

The two lycans pulled up their loin cloths as they stood. You were on your hands and knees, the strain having locked you in place the entire time and feeling dazed. The salty taste in your mouth and the stickiness of your thighs stopped bothering you long ago. Your arousal finally satiated, you felt nothing but the tiredness of the work. 

It hadn’t taken long for the lycans to notice a new face in their slave pen. The two on either end of you were only the most recent in a line of wolves. The issue was you’d loved each and every time, constantly begging for more of whatever they could give. News of your stamina and endurance made its way across the camp like wildfire, and soon you had nearly every lycan in heat in your cunt. Whether in their wolf-forms or human ones, you didn’t care. Their long cocks and warm cunts became the only thing you wanted.

"San will come for you tomorrow. Just stay there."

 “Is it my turn yet?” A young wolf said from nearby, white with orange down his back.

“The pen’s closed for the night, junior,” one of the wolves said. “Come back tomorrow. We gotta feed them now.”

“Aw, man! Come on, I got here just in time! I wanna try the new one too!”

“You can try her tomorrow.”

You could take another one. The words would’ve escaped your mouth if the tiredness hadn’t overcome your senses. Slumping into the ground, you didn’t notice how dark it’d gotten until you saw the faint glow of torches crop up around you. The wolves beside you left the pen, and you forced yourself to stand. Dirt caked on parts of your body, you couldn’t get the musty earth and lycan stench off you. The running fountain in the corner was mainly drinking water from what one girl told you, so you used the same ragged cloth the others did. Hardly sanitary, but how else could you get clean? Maybe the smell will help against predators when you leave. You still had to go even if you could barely feel your legs and might pass out any moment.

“Feeding time, piggies,” a woman helping carrying large buckets came to the edge of the pen. “Come and get it!”

Scraps of meat and vegetables went flying into the ground. You watched as the others scrambled for the food, fighting each other for the largest pieces and shoving what they grabbed into their mouths. Timidly, you took a mangled leaf of lettuce that landed by your feet, and munched on it quietly. You watched the group devour bits of food, pity taking over. This is what they’d resorted to. It scared you once you remembered that you might be the same way once the curse took over. You grabbed tiny pieces of meat that fell into the muddier parts, trying to ignore the dirt clinging to them. You’d need energy for the journey. All you needed to do was wait until the torches burned out and all the wolves went to sleep.

San had, surprisingly, not come looking for you and neither did Wooyoung. That was a good sign. That meant they’d likely show up tomorrow morning, ask if you “learned your lesson” and take you back to their tent. You had until sunrise to get as far from this camp as you could. Having no idea where in the forest you are, you wouldn’t know where to go but it was better than being here. 

“Do not go anywhere. Please. Stay there.”

The other slaves took up various spots around the pen, typically near the burning torches to soak in the heat, but you stayed in the far corner. You let the night shield you as it grew darker.

"You will freeze to death out there."

"This curse will kill me anyway."

"No, it won't. I won't let that happen. You're more likely to die from the elements than the curse. Don't be stupid. Stay there. "

You needed to get moving. 

“Here,” a small voice said from somewhere nearby.

You turned to see one of the girls holding a large woolen blanket. She was a skinny thing with golden hair tied from her oval face. You wouldn’t have thought much of her if it hadn’t been for her eyes. In the dimness of the torchlight, you saw her blank expression and wide eyes. They looked glossy and expressionless. You’d think she might’ve been blind if it weren’t for her expression and monotone voice.

“You need to stay warm,” she said, giving you the blanket. “Your journey is going to be long.”

“Thanks?”

“Since you insist on going…”

Then she walked away, straight-backed and stiff before taking a seat far from you. No time to question anything, you pulled the blanket around your body. A tight knot to keep it in place, you felt secure enough to move around in it. It wasn’t much, but it beat being fully nude. Glancing outside the pen to the rest of the camp, you saw the pack starting to douse out fires and retreat into their various dwellings. No guards remained posted to watch over the pen. San must feel confident his slaves would be too afraid to escape. Not you. You wouldn’t stay here and wait for the curse to turn you.

When the last of the torches burned out, the quietness of the night took over. With only the moonlight to guide you, you gazed around the pen one last time. The others remained soundlessly sleeping, likely just as tired from being put to use as you were. The lights in the camp went out long ago, and you didn’t see any sign of movement. You caught sight of San's tent, which was dark and silent. Good. No chance of him coming for you. Carefully, you stood up against the cold coming from downwind. Not wanting to risk going through the front of the pen and disturbing someone, you put your foot on the bottom of the fence and hoisted yourself up over it. 

“YN, don't.”

The lack of security concerned you for a moment. This was too easy. You expected something to go wrong as you landed on your feet and headed quietly to the tree line. Any moment, some random lycan will come out of his tent, spot you in the darkness, and run after you. You’ll be taken back to San, who may find a worse punishment than the pen, then lose your chance at escape. Adrenaline urged you to bolt for the dark forest, though you knew it’d make noise and wake someone.

Even past the threshold of trees, you kept your footsteps careful and quiet. The moonlight guiding you from above, you listened for the sound of an alarm, or a wolf howling or  someone coming up behind you. Everything became louder in the darkness. You felt your way past trees, sliding through inches of dead leaves and twigs, and past thickets of dry bushes. Winter must be closing in or you are very far north. Your bones and muscles felt stiff against the chilly air, your skin freezing at the touch, but you kept moving. To stop might end up killing you. Teeth chattering, jaw clenched, and arms stuck around your middle, you wished that girl gave you more layers.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been walking before you saw a glowing light up ahead. The moon high in the sky, it must be the middle of the night, possibly creeping into the morning. Between tall tree trunks and bushes, glimpses of a campfire broke through them. The thought of warmth made you more desperate for it. Though, you knew better than to approach the camp too closely. Friend or foe, exposing yourself to them brazenly will get you more trouble than you needed.

“-And I says to the guy, I says to him ‘hey, listen pal, if you can’t move these rocks, then I’mma have to go to somebody who can!’” A nasally voice said in the distance.

“And what did he say to that?” asked a croaky voice.

“Psh, the bastard says ‘good luck finding somebody who will push bunk rocks through this damn town for my prices’. I told him to get lost. I don’t got time to be messing around with some two-bit smuggler from the Caper Islands.”

“But, it’ll be hard to find another guy this late in the game. You know the Prince’s Big Merchant Extravaganza is coming up, and people will be wanting to party hard. I know the Prince himself is big on the rocks and powders. Hey,” he said, “You won’t believe what I got set up back at base.”

“What?”

“Girls,” he said. “Fresh ones from the villages down south. They ain’t never been broken into; I checked it out myself before I bought ‘em, and they’re the real deal. I’m thinking of selling them for a thousand.”

“A thousand?! You’re crazy!”

This wasn’t good. It’d be just your luck to run into traffickers in the middle of the forest, half naked and dirty. You’d have to find your way around them. You saw there were only two of them. One brown-skinned and the other green, the two goblins only stood about three feet with large ears. You’d come across plenty of goblins in your time. Traffickers came in all races, but goblins were the biggest sellers and buyers. Slowly, you started making your way around the clearing.

“-Look, I paid a pretty penny for ‘em, so I’m not selling them any less than that, okay?”

“Well,” the nasally one said, “What species?”

“It’s a mixed bag, but mostly human and elf girls. I know Prince Yeo likes them the most, so I’m hoping he’ll at least consider it. If I can get the big guy’s endorsement on my product, I’ll make double the profits.”

“You might be on your way to some big bucks, bro,” his companion said. “Maybe we can finally go into business together! We can make it like a party package! You got the girls, I got the drugs. If we can find somebody selling booze, then we’d be rolling in gold for sure!”

The two goblins kept discussing their business plan as you walked around them. You thought you’d gotten past, tiptoeing to freedom, when something caught on your ankle. In a swift movement, you were suddenly yanked backward and lifted several feet into the air. The world turned upside down, and became even more disorienting than the night made it to be.

“Hey, what was that?” The goblin with the croaky voice said, pausing mid-conversation.

“Dunno. I think something tripped one of the traps.”

Your heart leapt into your throat. Desperately, you tried lifting yourself up to reach the rope tightening around your ankle. Fingers grazed the rough rope, and just barely scratched it every time you managed to reach. You heard the shuffling of feet coming from the campsite, voices blending together and you moved faster. This can’t happen again. You’d only just left the camp. A light shined on your from below, and the cackling started.

“Hey, looks like we’re both lucky boys,” the nasally voice said. “She’s dangling like a worm on a hook.”

“Cut her down. She might be worth something.”

You screamed when you dropped down and fell on your back. A knife came to your throat before you could get up, and one goblin flashed his lantern light on you. A gloved hand grabbed your jaw, turning your face side to side to examine your features.

“Hm, yes, nice,” the croaky voice said from behind the light. “Very nice, indeed.”

A gasp escaped you when a bare hand touched between your legs and shoved two fingers inside. They twirled and curled around, instantly igniting your mark again.

“Damn,” he cursed, “No good. This one’s been fucked a lot and recently. She must’ve come from that lycan camp up the way.”

“Still, she’s got a nice body,” said his friend. “Strong muscles and bones. She might fetch a price at the mines. Prince Yeo is always looking for slaves to work his diamond mines.”

You bit your lower lip to keep from moaning when the goblin withdrew his fingers. “Nah, she’s too pretty to waste in the dark. Let’s throw her in with the others. Hey, maybe we can pass her off as a fresh product? It’s not like any of those stuck up bastards uptown would be able to tell. They get pussy so often they probably can’t tell a new one from a used one.” He circled your clit slowly, feeling your wetness no doubt, “Plus, this one’s got to be good if the lycans kept her. Ain’t that right, sweetheart? Is this cunt that good?”

“Ha, I think she’s liking that, Ace, " the green skinned one with the high voice laughed.

“She is…" the brown skinned goblin replied, gold teeth glimmering. "Come here, baby. Let old Ace have a little taste of you.”

You willingly lifted your legs as the short goblin got settled in front of you. A cock tapped on your pussy a few times, shooting more arousal, before he started pumping into you. You didn't feel much, but the thumb on your clit made it better. His small hands gripped parts of your body they could barely hold, and his narrow hips slapped into your ass. The foreign, strange feeling had you cumming all over him soon enough, and eager for his friend to get his turn. When both goblins got their fill, they high-fived and congratulated each other.

“She’s coming with us,” Ace breathed. “You think Yeo will buy her?”

“He’d be stupid not to with tits like that.”

Sprocket, the nasally voiced goblin, clamped a metal collar around your neck and led you over to their camp. On the opposite side, you saw a trio of girls sitting in a cage similar to what Mingi had you in. However, instead of horses, you saw they had a car. A flashy yellow and red ride, you’d only seen a car once. People in Gold Rush couldn’t afford them, but the goblins built them in large factories. He forced you inside, chained your leash to the cage, and then bolted the door.

You feared where this might be going. 

****

He stalked right into their camp. Memories of watching you in the pen came back in a flood, fueling his anger. Not only upset over your stubbornness, the young Beta of the Choi pack decided to throw you into the "pig pen". He allowed his filthy kin to take advantage of you. He planned to keep you from him. Hongjoong knew Wooyoung had seen Garnet in his tent. He knew about your mark and who you belonged to. 

 "Lord Kim," a quavering voice said as he passed a nearby tent. An old man came out with the help of a tall walking stick. Hongjoong couldn't find it in him to smile at Choi Byungho. "Come for your pet?"

 "She isn't here," he told the pack's shaman. "I'm here for your Beta," the title came out in a hiss. 

 "Alas, another thing you are too late for," he sighed. "Our Alpha caught wind of what he'd done."

He pointed to the middle of the camp where he saw a young man be thrown out of San's tent. Hongjoong stood beside the old tent and watched. 

"Are you fucking insane? Have you lost your senses?" San howled, storming out towards his younger brother, who scrambled to his feet. "You put her in the pig pen?"

"It's where we put the disobedient ones," Wooyoung reasoned. "I didn't do anything you wouldn't have done."

"I wouldn't have thrown Kim's slave into our pen! You did see the mark on her back, right? You saw his crow hanging around here." San's thin eyes glared at Wooyoung, and the pair started circling each other. "I wouldn't have minded you taking a piece, but she was not ours to punish. Kim will kill you for this, and me and Father won't be able to stop him. "

"Will you kill the boy, Kim?" Byungho asked him. "He is a young man jealous of his older brother and only wanted something for himself. He acted out of anger."

"Byungho, you know I am not foolish enough to anger their father. Even if Wooyoung did something he disapproved of, Chulsung would retaliate if I killed him. He might not be Alpha, but San takes his opinion seriously," he said, watching San and Wooyoung finally clash.

The pair scratched, bit and grappled one another in their massive lycan forms. Lycans around them started cheering for San, while a few dared to back Wooyoung. Hongjoong watched from the trees with Byungho, the both of them waiting for the fight to end. San drew blood first, slicing a paw across Wooyoung's snout and earning a first hit. While he couldn't kill Wooyoung, he can watch massive ego be demolished. 

What worried him was you. You'd been captured by goblin traffickers who are likely taking you to Tin City. Yeosang will have no idea about the mark's significance. He never liked magic. With your curse progressing, by the time he finds you, you'll be slipping away. Hongjoong might not even be able to enter your mind after a while. This terrified him. If he couldn't do that, then he'd lose you. 

As Wooyoung, bleeding and whining in pain, yielded, Hongjoong patted the shaman's shoulder and walked into the camp. The moment he stepped past the threshold, lycans felt his icy presence. The cold air froze his palms and fingers, turning into a light blue as it slowly swirled. His eyes landed right on Wooyoung, who turned into his human form again. 

 "Kim," San immediately came between them, "I already took care of him in our own way. He's learned his lesson." 

Hongjoong thought of your dazed face, being taken like an animal because of the boy several feet away. 

"She wasn't a slave," Hongjoong said, anger suppressed in his voice. "She was my mate."

A word a lycan alpha would understand. San let out a deep breath, "I know. I got your letter...If I had known that, I wouldn't have touched her at all. We thought she was Mingi's at first." He looked between Hongjoong and his brother, then said, "A misunderstanding. That's all."

 "How far is Tin City from here?"

"About six days on foot," he then added. 

Right as he said this, the Choi camp was plunged into darkness. The sky might have smothered the sun. The lycans all around them yipped and scattered into their tents as if it might help them. San, however, stood with Hongjoong and looked to the skies. The long slender body glided hundreds of miles above them, the wings spanning even longer. Aerion's high cry echoed through the air, a warning to the people below. Her eggs having hatched a day ago, Hongjoong caught sight of three dark figures latched to her underbelly. 

“Or four days on a Wyvern's back,” San added. 

That was too long. Far too long. Hongjoong will admit your foolish idea of escaping the camp threw a wrench in things, but he hoped to find you in the woods. Garnet lost sight of you last night when the goblins took you away. Hongjoong thought about what you'd be like when he finally found you. You'd be chained up, groaning and drooling, and begging for stimulation. You'd have no memory of him or anything else. He couldn't let that happen. He won't let it happen. 

He gave Wooyoung one more glare, then shot a bolt of pure, hard ice in his direction. The lycan cried in pain when the hard ball hit him square in the chest, a second one following to his gut. Hongjoong clenched his jaw, watching him double over and groan. The thought of feeding the lycan pup to Aerion crossed his mind, but he only threw a third ball at him. 

“Kim!”

He pictured Wooyoung slapping you. He remembered him tossing you into the mud, smirking at your suffering. Hongjoong's cold blood boiled hot, his hands shaking as he pushed past San to the cowering beta nearby. 

“YN is my life, my soul mate, my entire reason for staying in your miserable, backwards, pathetic little world,” he slammed his fist right into his ribs, the bone likely breaking from the hard hit. “She means more to me than any of you filthy,” Hit, “Fucking,” another hit, “Savages!” 

Two more punches to his face sent Wooyoung backwards onto the floor. “You plotted to keep her from me,” a swift kick kept him on the ground, “And use her for your own pleasure, knowing she was mine!” Another kick sent the man against another tent. He grabbed Wooyoung’s arm, ice already starting to crawl across his skin. “Let's see how useful a Beta is with no fucking hands-”

“-Kim!” Byungho appeared, the onlookers moving aside for him to pass. “That is enough. The boy will be dealt with in our own way.”

“He harmed my mate, Byungho. Does that word mean nothing anymore?”

“The boy did not know,” he approached without fear, “Come with me. Sit and rest. You are tired, my lord.”

“I need to get to YN,” he said, releasing Wooyoung’s arm. “She's on her way out of the forest.”

“Only for a brief moment. You and Aerion won't make the journey in your condition.”

Hongjoong wouldn't admit to the hunger pains or the pounding headache from lack of sleep. You needed him. Time was running out, snd he couldn't risk losing you again. He should never have let you out of his sight. He should have let you go with him whenever you asked. He only wanted to keep you safe, but now he sees that can only happen with him around. The bit of magic he used wore him further down, but he couldn't stop now. He needed to get to you before it was too late. 

“You don't understand-”

“-I do. Please, my lord, let our Beta go and come with me. You can replenish your magic and eat while your beast feeds her young. Those were hatchlings I saw, yes?”

“Yes.”

Hongjoong looked down at the injured Wooyoung, who was being tended to by his pack. He could hear your restrained groans in his head, the slapping of skin on skin as you struggled to stay upright. You'll be in worse conditions if Yeosang found out what you had on your back.

“Cross me or my mate again, Beta,” he growled at Wooyoung, “And I will impale you on an icicle.”

He turned away and walked with Byungho to his tent on the outskirts. “Where is Garnet?” he asked, looking at the trees. 

“On my perch resting,” he answered. 

“Good. I have a message to send.”

He can't let anyone else hurt you. 

****

A/N: Girl can't catch a break anywhere, huh? Hopefully Hongjoong makes it to her before she goes to meet the scheming Merchant Prince. I really want thank everyone whose been reading <3 enjoy <3

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FIC REC : CHOI SAN (SAN)

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Hey, Mickey! [Pt. 2]

University AU TW: Language, Alcohol Consumption, P w/out P, Hook-Up Culture, Y/N's a bit promiscuous but so are her friends lmfao Smut Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, Sloppy Make Outs, Penetrative Sex, Degradation, Name Calling, Fingering, Handjob, Oral (F!Giving - Blowjob), Lowkey face-fucking, Overstimulation, San's a meanie (translated: soft dom ish), Unprotected Sex (contraceptives are sexy guys), Double Penetration, Anal, Creampie, Manhandling, Multiple Orgasms, Genre: Romance, Smut, Exes-to-FWB-to-Lovers, Minors DNI Pairing: Choi San x Reader ft. Yeosang YN Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.8K

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Notes: I didn't mean to write a sequel to this but... here we are ig lmaooooooo BUT THIS IS IT I PROMISE! Also rq you do not need to read part 1, this can be a stand alone, but if you want to read that filth go ahead. Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

"I hate you, (Y/N)!" Your friend cried. "You said he's free!"

"Okay, and? He's not free anymore," you sipped on your iced tea while your friend lamented on the table in front of you.

"Was he... was he at least a good fuck?"

"I guess you'll never know."

"No!" Your friend cries into her arms. She looks at you with sad eyes. "You're lucky I love you."

"Yup," you finished your tea and placed it aside while you continued your paper. "Plus, you don't want to date that asshole," you rolled your eyes and groaned.

"Why not?"

"His idea of a date is a movie and a fuck, he's so unromantic," you complained.

"Why are you dating him then?" She asks, regaining her composure and touching up her eyeliner now.

"I guess I'm just used to it," you eyed her weirdly but continued your own business. "Maybe I kinda missed it."

"Wow, your friends were right, your standards are really on the floor, huh?" She huffs. Apparently so.

"I know," you couldn't stop the grin from rising on your face. "Anyway, we have a date later, so we'll see what happens," you rest your chin against your palm.

"Aw, what's the plan?" She pushes.

"Let's see," San chimes behind you while placing a hand on your shoulder, "dinner at 6, movie at 8, and sex in my car at 10," San lists off on his fingers behind you.

"You're stupid," you rolled your eyes again and looked at your friend, "what did I tell you. Unromantic, right?" You sighed.

"Just the way you like it," he shoots you a wink and steals your coffee.

"What else did I tell you? Absolute asshole," you deadpanned toward your friend. San, making no comment, walked off. "Look, he just came here to fucking embarrass me and take my shit, ugh, why am I talking to him again?" You shook your head and went back to work. "Consider yourself lucky, friend." You stole a glance at her, catching her watching San walk off.

"I wish I had a guy who treated me like shit."

"You're even stupider than he is."

"Let me live my whore era in peace," her head slips down her hand and she giggles. "You have two other friends, right?"

"Why are you so attracted to my friends?!"

"Why are your friends so attractive?!" She fires back.

~

"Really, San? I thought you'd at least be a little more classy than this," you crawled over to the backseat and straddled his lap. The earlier date was a bit of a blur, to be honest, the movie was boring and dinner was okay, but part of you felt that weird semblance of him trying to be more romantic. It didn't work though. In the end, you were still about to fuck in his car, one of the most unromantic of places.

"I mean, yeah, but you're here anyway, aren't you?" His hands rest on either side of your hip. "If you want me to take you home to my place right now then I'll do it," he shrugs. "But can you wait that long?" He teases you.

"Shut up," you leaned down and kissed him. Your lips moved together slowly while San's thumbs started to trace circles around your hips. His hands slipped into your shirt and sent a cold shock up your spine, something that elicited a small groan from you and allowed San to push forward while deepening the kiss. You felt your hips relax against his lap and you could feel his boner against his jeans. You separated for a moment, leaving San to chase after you.

"What?" His voice sounded more disinterested than annoyed.

"Your windows are tinted, right?" You looked out into the nighttime.

"Nope," he pulls you down to his lips once again.

"San," his name was muffled between your lips. "Mm mmm," you shook your head. He pulled away.

"Come on, no one's here, you can see the lot better than I can," he starts to kiss your neck instead. He wasn't really wrong per se, you really should've suspected something when he parked back here, but here you were being surprised again, huh? "What are you so worried about? It's not like anyone we know would be here at this time," he continues. Again, he wasn't wrong.

Plus, part of you thought that car sex was hot.

"Fine, but I do expect you to bring me home still," you said.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he pulled your shirt off and kissed you again, something you welcomed and reciprocated. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra before tossing it to some unknown part of the car, and your hips bucked against his, something that made him smirk against you. "Needy much?" He teased you too often, in your opinion.

"Shut up and just fuck me already, okay?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," San separated from you and you groaned. "Hold on there, baby, we're not just fucking around anymore," he lowers you against the seat and your breath catches in your throat. "Nah, we're "talking," right? I'm fucking to keep you now," he presses small kisses against your chest. "Then again, my competition is Mark, so I'm not too concerned," he grabs the waistbands of your skirt and your panties and pulls them off slowly.

"Don't be mean!" You tug at his hair and he groans around your nipple.

Mark, San's polar opposite. He was sweet, romantic, and just so caring, kinda bad at sex but you would never tell him. You didn't deserve him, now that you thought of it, especially since you're about to be willingly dicked down by your ex, but what's new?

"And? Since when were you into the nice guys? I know you, you like us mean," San's fingers ghost over your clit and your back arches. He pushes himself up and presses wet kisses along your jaw just as he traces his fingers around your folds and, fucking finally, he presses two fingers inside of you.

"Haa..." you let out a shaky moan and felt yourself sinking into the leather seats. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him hard. He let out a low groan as you started to palm at his crotch.

"You like us stupid too," he mutters against you. "You like it when we can't think of anything other than you, you thrive on that shit, it gets you off every time," his voice was a low rumble on your lips.

"No," your response came out as a low moan, "that's not..." you couldn't finish your sentence, not with how he was moving inside of you.

"You're all I ever think about," he presses up against your g-spot and your legs nearly clamped together as you started to grind on his fingers. "I could be doing whatever and all I can think about is how much of a cock-hungry whore you can be, all I think about is how you can barely even talk after I'm done with you. You should see yourself right now, where'd all that pride from earlier go?" He pulled his hand away in a swift movement, licking them clean before pulling his jeans off. The opportunity presented itself and you weren't one to back down, besides, you couldn't let him have all the glory. You were quick to push him back now, taking more of a front and wrapping your hand around his dick. "Oh?" He asks with a confident grin. You dragged your hand up and started to slowly jerk him, taking your time to listen to his own pretty moans.

"I usually prefer to be the one dumb fucked stupid but... you said it yourself, I'm fucking to keep you," you crawled into the space between his legs and wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, your tongue drawing languid circles around it while San's head hit the back of the seat.

"Fuck..." he drew the curse out and his hand rested on the top of your head as you took more and more of his cock into your mouth. He wasn't pushing down on you, thankfully, but the force was there, and god did it turn you on. You pulled your head up along his dick now, jerking him all along the way while he started to pull at your hair. The bitter taste of precum dragged along your tongue each time you tried to take more of him. "You can take more of it, I know you can," he starts to push your head down further and you gagged around him. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and San cursed again. "Fuck, you look so hot like this," he brushes your hair out of your face right as you take the last of him in. Deep breaths, just relax. Not the first time you blew him, just the first time in such a restricted space. You try to pull off of him again, but his hips move up and he holds you in place.

"Mmph," you moaned around him while he thrust into you. Your legs started to give way under you, sliding further apart while you sank to the bottom of the car and your wetness dripped out of you. One of your hands moved to your pussy and you slipped your index and middle fingers inside to scissor yourself while you gagged on his cock. San moaned on top of you just as he pulled you off of him to give you a chance to climb back on top of him, your pussy hovering above his cock for just a moment before you spread your lips and sank down on him. He pulled you down into an open kiss, with wet moans being stolen with his tongue. His hands settled on your hips, squeezing them gently to urge you to move at your own pace, and a small shift from him was enough for you to start riding him. Your hips rocked back and forth, the car shifting under you with every movement but your wary glances around confirmed that you and he were still alone. Finally, you felt your abdomen tighten and you tugged him away from you. "I'm... haa... I'm almost there," you told him.

"Are you?" His words had a heavy sultry tone to them and you felt his lips trail up your jawline. "Hold it in," he bites down on your neck and you whimpered.

"I don't think... mmph... I don't think I can," your voice mixed with your moans now and his hands tightened on your waist to hold you still.

"You know, I just cleaned this car too," he spoke against your neck. This asshole. "Would be a shame if I had to clean it again," he sighs and lowers you down again, taking full control of you.

"San, please," your hands squeezed his hips and he thrusts into you. "Please, please, please," you begged him. You couldn't hold your orgasm in any longer than you already have.

"Go then," he releases your hips and you grasp onto his shoulders and lean forward, moving up and down his length to reach your orgasm all the while he whispers dirty things. Your pussy slid against his cock, feeling the way he stretched you open with each glide up and down, it was almost too good. The things you would do just to get him to let you sit on his cock forever. "Damn, only I can make you like this, huh?" He grins just as you stilled over him, your orgasm wracking through your body, and him moaning on top of you, staying in place while your pussy tried to pull him in further.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," you cursed repeatedly and San flipped you so that your stomach was against the seats and he pistoned into you. "Fuck, oh god, I can't," you shook your head against them now while San thrust into you with enough force that your wetness gushed around his cock. And when you felt his thumb press against your pucker you grabbed onto the seats with a vice grip, then right as you reached your second orgasm he stilled for a moment, letting you ride it out, until he spoke again.

"You ready?"

"Mmhmm," you moaned and he pushed into you.

"Shit..." he let out a breathy moan, while you moaned loudly, not caring if anyone was around to hear you. Your hand moved to your clit, trying to speed up to your next orgasm.

"Ugh, oh god," your hands moved faster and soon, somehow, you were on his lap again, your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your waist while he fucked you and you bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming while the car rocked back and forth and, then, you made a mistake. You opened your eyes.

And Yeosang's jaw dropped.

Immediately, you zipped your mouth shut and San, sensing the sudden unease, stopped all his movements. You and Yeosang were stuck staring at each other for a bit, and carefully, awkwardly, he held up a bag and pointed at it.

"Haa, fuck," you cursed, rolled your eyes, and pointed at San's head. San turned his head just enough to see him, before he looked at you.

"Down?" He asks. He didn't specify what in particular, but with enough context, you were able to piece it together.

"In here?"

"Sure."

"Ugh," you groaned again. "If he is," you finally conceded. You looked out the back window again and, for whatever reason, Yeosang was still standing there. Of all the times to run into him it happened to be when your ex was balls deep into your pussy, of course. Wordlessly, San turned just enough to see him again and raised his hand up, motioning for Yeosang to come in. Yeosang, seemingly, took a deep breath and sighed. He looked at you, showing you a thumbs up and a look as if to ask if it was really okay, and with another roll of your eyes you nodded, and he shrugged, and he walked over. "God, it's about to get so cramped." You grumbled.

"Whatever, not the first time we fucked in this car," San groaned. You made a move to pull off of him, but he held you still while he leaned over and unlocked the car.

"I have, uh, waba grill," Yeosang slides in. "You look hungry, (Y/N)."

"A little, yeah," you nodded.

"Yo, you gonna join us or are you just here to fap?" San leans over to ask him. "Lock the car for me too."

"Yeah, yeah," Yeosang locks the car. "You cool if I join for sure, right?" He asks you.

"Woo might be mad that he's not here," you looked away for a moment.

"Aw, man, Woo doesn't have to know," San reasons.

"Well, whatever," Yeosang tosses his food onto the driver's seat and climbs in the back. "How far are we?"

"Three orgasms... was about to be four until you decided to look in here," you muttered.

"Whoops," Yeo pulls his shirt off and you look away.

"Yo," San whistles lowly.

"You guys suck," you mumbled and San pulled you off of him.

"I'll take a breather, you two have fun," San says. That's... different.

"Huh? You sure?" Yeosang asks and even you were surprised.

"Sure, last time you two get to fuck at least."

"Last?!" You both exclaimed.

"Yup, next time (Y/N) and I'll be official."

"In your dreams, Choi San," you rolled your eyes and turned Yeosang's face toward yours, capturing his lips with yours in an instant. Yeosang matched your rhythm quickly, holding onto your hips with a gentle grip while you moved on top of him.

"Oh," he mumbles. Yup, you both knew it, he was planning something. "Whatever, (Y/N), come here," he pulls you close to him and you press your lips to his.

Okay, you had to admit it, this wasn't the first time you and Yeosang fucked. The first time was because you both got drunk at a party. The second was because he picked you up from a failed date. And the third was now. And yet every time and with every partner, of course, you ended up comparing them to the jackass sitting behind you. Yeosang was gentler in his movements, he had control, easily, but he let you go through the motions. Even now, while you sank your hips onto his, you could feel the motions of him pushing you down too. You held onto both headrests on either side of you when he started to thrust into you, and you fought the urge to clamp your legs whenever he pushed into you just right. Your hands traced up his abdomen, wrapping around either side of his chest while you rode him, in some ways Yeosang was just perfect and if it hadn't been for San then maybe, maybe, this would've felt a little less cruel. Then, you felt San press his hand onto your back and he pushed you down onto Yeosang, close enough that you two nearly fell into a kiss.

"You know, (Y/N)," San whispers in your ear, pressing a small kiss to the shell of it too. "Yeo's had the biggest crush on you since we were kids."

"Come on, man, don't tell her about that," Yeosang's face twists in pleasure. He holds onto you tighter, thrusts becoming more pointed.

"The dude used to cum in socks thinking of you," San laughs. "What do you think? Pussy better than fabric?" San chides.

"San!" You tried to turn to glare at him, but his hand kept your head in place.

"And look at you two now, fucking in the backseat of my car," he continues to taunt. "How's it feel, Yeo?"

"Fuck you, San," Yeosang holds onto your hips tighter and you let out a breathy moan.

"Don't even listen to him," you pressed your lips against Yeosang's, and he kissed back, with both of your hips rolling against each other. Then you felt San's cock rub against you. And when you felt it push against your asshole, you broke off of Yeosang and buried your head in his neck, muffling your moan against his skin. "Fuck," you gripped onto Yeosang's arms and he groaned with every movement. Every time San pushed further into you, you ground down on Yeosang, and with every thrust you moved forward and back between them until he had finally settled in. You lightly chewed on Yeosang's skin, trying to get used to the feeling. Yeosang moaned under you, feeling the difference almost instantly.

"Shit," he clenches his jaw, holding back as much as he could.

"Don't be a little bitch," San growls, wrapping one arm around your torso and pulling you up against his chest, he thrusts into you and you grab onto his arm, your nails digging into his skin with every movement and Yeosang biting down on his hand to stop himself from cumming inside of you. "You cum in her and I'll make sure you regret it, Yeo," San says.

"I'm fucking trying, asshole," Yeosang makes a move to pull out of you but San pushes you down on his cock further.

"Oh god," your hands were on either side of Yeosang now, mind going blank from both cocks moving inside of you. Yeosang pressed open-mouth kisses against your skin, leaving it burning in its path. You turned your head so that you could whisper to him, being sure that only he could hear you.

"Fuck me like you got to me first," you said beneath a moan. Yeosang turns his head to look at you.

"Fuck it," Yeosang shakes his head and grips your thighs, pushing into you at a new pace to match San's, and you fell limp against him, fighting against his own strength to close your legs.

"Attaboy!" San was almost having too much fun with this. "Savor it, lover boy, this is the last time you get to try it." He could be so mean sometimes.

"Fuck! Oh, god, don't stop!" You felt your orgasm building up inside you again, your pussy clenched around Yeosang's cock and your hands dug into his hair while San constantly reminded you that he was there.

"Haa, shit," Yeosang cursed under you. From the way he was moving you could tell he was close and, fuck how amazing it would be to feel him. "Where?" Was all he could get out and, before you could even answer, San pulled you off of him and wrapped his arms under your legs to keep them open.

"Not inside, that's for sure," San said between grunts, he thrust into you at a faster pace now, not being held back by the previous resistance, and your head fell against his neck, just barely able to see through bleary eyes the way Yeosang jerked his cock. You felt your pussy clench around nothing, trying to get some kind of pleasure, any, and luckily Yeosang knew you better than you thought. His mouth wrapped over your clit, tongue circling around the sensitive nub while San continued to fuck into you, and when Yeosang pushed his tongue inside of you you knew you were done for. Your next orgasm hit you hard, so hard that you swear you blacked out for a second before getting pulled back to the reality that was San cumming in your ass. Your legs shook under his hold, and your breaths were heavy and hot. Yeosang sat up, wiping the cum from his chin as he did so.

"No more... I can't..." you shook your head and San pulled out of you slowly, watching the trail of cum follow his dick.

"Yeah, yeah," San was quiet, finally. Yeosang, meanwhile, reached over and grabbed his clothes.

"Well, I'm out," he pulls his shirt on.

"You're leaving already?" You asked with your eyes screwed shut.

"Yeah, exam," Yeosang rolls his eyes, wiping his dick off before shoving it back into his boxers. "Later," he steps into the passenger seat before unlocking the door, he looks back at San. "Also, you're an asshole."

"I know," San holds his hand up until Yeosang leaves. "You staying back here or moving up?"

"Ugh..." you turned so that your head laid on his chest, "can we just stay like this for a bit?"

"Sure," San's hand rests on your back now. "Too hard?"

"Like you care."

"Hey! I'm trying here," his hands rose up momentarily before settling on you again. You pressed a small kiss to his chest.

"Were you telling the truth about Yeo?"

"Oh yeah, big time," he nods.

"That's mean."

"Just how you like it."

"Fuck you."

"So soon?"

"I... ugh..." you closed your eyes again.

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1 . IDOL Yeosang

ᡣ𐭩| '𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒅𝒐𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅' ©

[You and Yeosang have been dating for 2 years. After his dating ban had been lifted, he'd been acting different, like smiling at his phone and cuddling way less with his members. You're a famous dancer and producer, mainly an influencer and you've been hinting your relationship with Yeosang, but your fans don't seem to believe you, no matter what you do]

I enter the house and the lights are dim

"{{user}}?"

It's been six months and I'm finally back in Korea after the tour. I couldn't wait to see you

2. SIREN Seonghwa ଳ | ' 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒂 𝓈𝒾𝓇ℯ𝓃 '©

[Sirens.. Heard of them? First thing that comes to your mind is a mermaid, or someone luring sailors to them with their hypnotic voice- since female sailors are immune to their voices; only for the sailors, to meet their tragic, wet, demise. Sirens are notoriously, female, but they can be male too. And they are known to be more hypnotizing and have the power to hypnotize every gender. You are the only one that knows Seonghwa is a Siren since you're his secretary.]

9:00 AM

It was 9 o'clock. A new morning, meant a new start

I sit down on the leather chair in my office, and turn on my laptop. I can sense your presence with my sharp hearing

It'll be most obvious. You're my secretary, you're supposed to arrive earlier

"{{user}}? Do you have the contracts ready? I requested them today"

You step out of the restroom and you seem nervous and you hand me the contracts. They were covered in ink.

I look at you with a cold, humorless expression

"Don't tell me... You messed up something as simple as a bunch of contracts?!"

I scoff then yell.

3. LADYBOY Seonghwa 🌷| '𝒜 ℒ𝒶𝒹𝓎𝒷ℴ𝓎' ©

[Seonghwa is a Ladyboy. Ladyboys are a significant part of Thai culture, with Thailand known for its relatively accepting and tolerant attitude towards gender diversity. Seonghwa here immigrated to Thailand to start a new life and business after feeling insecure about his life and undergoing depression because of that, knowing he'll be accepted in Thailand. You can use he/him and she/her pronouns on Seonghwa]

Seonghwa moves to the powder room quite rushed. She was wearing a red satin button down, a black mini pencil skirt with black stockings, a black and gold blazer with, draped over her shoulders and stilettos. She didn't have much time as her meeting was about to start.

She quickly fixed her bangs, and added more red blush to her face, as well as some dark red lip gloss.

You enter the powder room, but in her rush, she ignores the presence of one of her rich tenants

"Perfect.."

Seonghwa mutters under her breath. The meeting was due any minute now, with only five minutes due. As she rushed away, she forgot something important. her phone..

You pick it up and turn it on. There was a cute selfie of her on the lock screen. How would you return it back to Seonghwa? You thought

Time Skip

"Okay.. This meeting had gone well.. What time is it.."

Seonghwa pats her skirt pockets for her phone, but its nowhere to be found. She even checks her purse but to no avail.

"Shit.. where'd I leave my phone?"

She thinks of where she went to the whole day, with her phone around. And her mind clicks as she quickly takes her purse and walks fast to the powder room

"These heels.. Fuck."

She finally reaches the powder room and the exact sink. She could've sworn she had left her phone there. She was about to break down right then and there.

All her most prized and important contacts were on it, and personal information. Some skilled hacker could leak her information and even sell it.

"What the fuck.. it was right here- I.." Seonghwa pinches her temple in frustration

Now was your chance.

4. FAIRY Yeosang 𐦍| ' 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒆 ' ©

[Fairies. You must be thinking of Tinkerbell from Disney. But fairies are far from that. Fairies are pure figures who possess magical powers and have wings that allow them to fly. They're distinguished by the seven elements clans, Earth, Electric, Fire, Ice, Plant, Water, and Wind. In Yeosang's case he was a Wind Fairy, yet he couldn't fly. Wind fairies were known to be exceptional flyers and he was considered a failure.]

I gaze at the sky, a bag of vegetables in my hands, as I take in the other fairies flying to the places they wanted to head to. I pout. I should've been like that

"Huh?!"

Something from the sky hits me, causing me to fall down. The contents in the bags spill out. I then notice a fairy next to me, and it doesn't take a genius to know that you fell on me. I had check if you were alright.

"Hey, are you alright? You fell on me from the sky.. from flying. And dropped my vegetables everywhere."

5. SINGLE-DAD Jongho 🧸| '𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚' ©

[You were the nanny to Choi Yumin, the beloved son of the one and only, Choi Jongho. He hired you because of your love for children and how they loved you. And soon enough, his son and you were close friends.]

Jongho was stuck in the office again. He felt guilty that he couldn't attend his son's annual day, if not spend time to celebrate it after. But you were there for a reason.

He looked at the photo frame of his late wife, and a separate one of his son Yumin

"I'll make it up to you, Jinah.." He says to himself, talking to himself, thinking as though it were his diseased wife. Time Skip

Jongho enters the house. The lights were dimmed and there was no sight of his son. It was late, so he must've been asleep. Like always, you waited for him and ate dinner only when Jongho returned back from work.

"{{user}}.. You should've gone to bed. It's 12 the next day.. I don't think we should eat dinner this late.. unless you'd still want to.."

Honorable Mentions~

Reiichi Tanaami - 🦢|' 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 '©

HUSBAND Hyunjin - 🪐| ' 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅 ' ©

BULLIED Kang Yeosang - *ੈ| " 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒐... " ©

STALKER Seonghwa - 💋ྀིྀི|'𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒓'©

GANG Yeosang - 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 | " 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔.. " ©

ROYAL Yeosang - ⊹₊♚₊⊹| "𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒋𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒚~" ©

WEREWOLF Mingi - ✮| " 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒕 𝑾𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 "

GANG Park Seonghwa - ᯓ★| " 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄... " ©

PRE-DEBUT Seonghwa - 🐰ྀི| " 𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒂𝒎 𝑰 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆... "©

SCIENTIST Yunho - ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི| '𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒕' ©

[shinestarhwaa]

CALLIN || JEONG YUNHO

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Yunho x Fem Reader

Word Count: 0.7K

Tags/Warnings: Established relationship AU, Idol!Yunho, Gf!yn, dirty language, unprotected sex, calling during sex, degrading, mild spanking, ateez mentioned

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ENJOY!

While your boyfriend Yunho's deep inside you, your phone rings. "B-Babe, babe stop it's Hongjoong, I have to take it," you whimper. Yunho smirks at you as he pushes into you harder from behind, hands gripping your ass tightly.

"Why do you give Hongjoong any attention while I'm fucking you," he grunts, not planning on stopping anytime soon. "Yunie!" You cry out, trying to reach for your phone. Finally you grab it and pick up the call. Yunho slows down his thrusts so it will be quieter, but he definitely does not stop fucking you.

Your breathing is still faster than normal when you pick up the phone."J-joong? Hi!" "Hi...? Why are you panting like that?" Hongjoong asks. "Oh, i-it's nothing, I was working out. What's up?" Yunho grinned and slapped your ass, only to tease you and get a reaction out of you.

You yelp and fall forward. "I'm okay! I'm okay I just nearly misstepped on the stairs!" You lie. "Ah... okay, be careful, Y/N," Hongjoong says. "I just wanted to remind you that the dinner changed from 7PM to 8PM tonight, so we'll pick you up around 7.45PM, yeah?"

"Y-Yes Hongjoong!" You say, but it sounded too whimpery. "What are you doing, Y/N?" Hongjoong asks again. "N-nothing, I've got to go now though, see you tonight!" You exclaimed before ending the call.

Yunho forces himself into you, balls deep without a warning. "Yes, Hongjoong huh? You want Hongjoong to fuck your little pussy?" Yunho grunts into your ear, "You want the Captain to fuck you until you cry? You know he doesn't have a cock like I do baby, none of them do, I could just split your pretty pussy open on my cock, baby."

You whine loudly as you feel tingles in your abdomen, and your breath quickens. "Please, please, I wanna cum, I wanna cum!" "Do you deserve it after this?" Yunho asks. "I-I didn't do anything!" You cry out.

"Admit that you want Hongjoong to fuck you and I might let you come. Admit that you want him to bend you over and stuff your pussy with his cum. Admit that you want him to fuck you in his studio. Fuck, we could use your moans in a song baby you'd sound so pretty. I'm sure you want that, don't you?"

You moan loudly and grasp onto the dark sheets. "Yes, yes, yes!" You're not sure if you're saying yes to fucking Hongjoong or being fucked into oblivion by Yunho but either way all you could get out is yes.

Yunho rams into you one more time before your body shakes and comes undone on his cock. "That's it baby, that's my little slut, wanting to fuck my whole team huh? Bet you're dreaming about all of them. Well maybe you should fuck them, so you'll be reminded of who's got the best fucking cock baby, because I do."

He growls into your ear as he finally comes, spurting his hot cum into your pussy and filling you up. He moans when he pulls out, watching his cum drip from your abused hole.

Yunho smirks as he watches you close your eyes and pant out his name softly. "You did well, baby. You might wanna get up and hop into the shower though because you smell like sex," he says, kissing your back and giving your ass another spank, to which you whimper.

~

"I'm telling you they were doing it!" Hongjoong shrieks. "No, they would never do that. We're talking about Y/N and Yunho here," San says naively. "I'm telling you, it was too moaney for it to be a normal situation. They were fucking." "I'm sure they weren't," Yeosang says, right before your door opens, revealing you and your boyfriend holding hands. "Yeah we were," Yunho simply says before entering the car. The guys stand in front of your door in shock before going back into the car too.

Simply said, it was an awkward car ride.

[seonghwaddict]

ateez and their top 3 kinks — masterlist

genre. hc, smut...? rating. mature. warnings. sexual content mdni, yn wears a dress in one part, kinks and stuff, marking, rough-ish, mentions of toys, somnophilia, size kinks, praise, degradation, bdsm themes, public/semi-public sex, breath play, it’s like a lot of kinks. wc. 1.1k.

[ lilo’s notes . . . ] uh yeah i wrote this at 2 in the morning i have no fucking idea why i decided to do this but anyways- enjoy :3

hongjoong

marking. he’d mark you and fucking love to have you mark him… he’s literally so possessive and would never pass the opportunity to physically show people you’re his and he’s yours. hickeys literally everywhere and so many of them you’ll have a hard time covering them up—neck, chest, thighs, back, anywhere.

orgasm control. he’s a natural leader, what he says goes. so, of course, he’d want to be the one to control when you finish. which leads me to my next point.

overstimulation. he personally doesn’t like to be overstimulated but god does he love doing it to you. he loves the whines and twitches as he continue pressing a vibrator against your clit because, let’s be fr, he’d definitely be using plenty of toys (as well as himself).

seonghwa

shibari. i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again and again and again. this man loves nothing more than to tie you up in the most intricate and borderline artistic ways for his own (and your) pleasure.

sensory deprivation. he absolutely loves the trust and vulnerability that comes with this. specifically, he likes to blindfold you and run his hands all over you as lightly as he can, barely brushing over all the spots he knows make you feel good, soft plushy lips ghosting over your skin. and no matter how light it is, you’ll always feel everything ten times more intensely, having nothing else to focus on but his voice and his touch. also, ice cubes.

praise. this is something he’ll incorporate into your everyday lives outside of bedroom a activities. he’ll make sure to tell you you’re doing well while your working on something. gentle head pats and approving nods.

yunho

size kink. this is so obvious but like literally look at him, he makes everyone seem so tiny compared to him. he likes to stare as he pushes his huge dick into you, jaw practically dropping as his huge hands pin your hips to the mattress. speaking of hands…

fingers in mouth…(?) i have no idea if this is an actual kink, but i just know this is so yunho. he’s the type of guy to have you suck your own release off him after he fingers you, getting off on the way your lips wrap around his digits. he would definitely have two fingers or his thumb stuffed in your mouth as he fucks you.

breath play. is it obvious i really like his hands? anyways, i will not be elaborating on this for the sake of my sanity.

yeosang

body worship. is this a seonghwaddict post without body worship being involved in some way? that’s right, no. he’s more into giving the body worship, but when he’s receiving it he becomes the ultimate softie (in my head, he’d be leaning towards being a hard dom tho)

edging. oh he would absolutely love your subtle frustrated huffs every time he stops whatever he’s doing, thinking you look so so cute when you’re desperate and practically begging. and then he’d finally let you finish, giving you the best orgasms you’ve ever experienced.

wax play. usually yeosang is a pretty calm guy outside of the bedroom and he likes to maintain that when it comes to foreplay, building up the anticipation. he specifically likes those candles that melt the wax into massage oil.

san

bondage. i think shibari would also be suitable for san, but he would do it with the usual ropes unlikes seonghwa. additionally, san is totally into marking. bondage/shibari would include exactly that—bruises and rope burns.

locations. ok so i didn’t exactly know what to call this, but he would not give a single shit about where and when he fucks you. backstage during an intermission? you’ll be dragged into a dressing room so he can give you some quick head before going back on stage, someone pounding on the door but he ignores them. at a dinner with some friends, you looking as ravishing as ever? he’ll either discreetly slip his hands up the skirt of your dress to finger you, drag you to a bathroom when no one’s looking, or drag you into the backseat of his car and rip that dress of you. this man has no patience and would rather not wait until you’re in the private confines of your home.

manhandling. he has all those muscles for a reason.

mingi

size kink. the twin towers have very obvious size kinks. like, how could they not? they’re fucking huge.

praise. giving and receiving. mingi likes being told how well he’s doing as much as he likes to be the one telling his partner. he needs the reassurance to make sure what he’s doing feels good for you, he’d hate to hurt you.

somnophilia. ok idk if this counts as it, but he thinks it’s so cute when he fucks you to sleep. his touches and his words and the way he fills you up so gentle soothing it’s like you’re being lulled to sleep. like he’s literally such a softie, okay? he knows his dick game’s good.

wooyoung

humiliation/degradation. giving and receiving. come on guys he basically admitted this already. he would be such a menace in bed, he would coo at you and mock you as he fucks you stupid.

biting. is this even a surprise? he loves to sink his teeth into you as a form of affection, listening to your whimpers and feeling you writhe beneath him as he… multitasks.

dry humping. he doesn’t care that it makes him seem like an inexperienced high schooler making out with his partner. he loves the friction he gets when he slowly grinds against you through your layers of clothing (and he knows you love it too). idk and like he would get desperate at some point, almost there but not quite there yet because it’s not quite enough, and yeah i just like the idea of that.

jongho

sir. he would love to be called sir. or daddy, but i think sir is just so jdjsjhcjsnc like i’m literally pacing in my room as i write this. JUST IMAGINE IT FOR A SECOND PLEASEEE- “please” “please what” “please, sir” “good. very good, darling” AHHHHHHHH

location. couldn’t care less about where he fucks you pt 2. kitchen counter, living room couch, dressing room in a clothing store, in the shower, bathroom stall, up against a wall, the list could literally go on forever.

eye contact. whether it’s forced or not, he thinks eye contact is one of the hottest things. he likes missionary for that exact reason—so he can look you in the eyes, look at you in your fucked out state, as he makes you feel things you know no one else can make you feel.

ot8 (aka things i wanted to give to all of them, with no explanation)

thigh riding.

i want them so bad.

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Pairing: roommate! San x f! yn

Word Count: 10,664

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, f2l au, college au, M for mature audiences

Summary: As the resident fuckboy San's best friend, you're legally obligated to be his hype man. It's only fitting as you're one of the few who can resist his boyish charms. But when he's set his sights on someone you cannot stand, perhaps you need to dig a bit deeper into your feelings after all.

Smut Warnings: masturbation (f), voyeurism, sexual fantasies, oral (f), missionary, protected sex, very slight breast play, overstimulation, cowgirl, some cumplay, dirty dirty talk, fingering, slight body worship ig?, praise, I literally have no idea I wrote it at a time when I should've been in bed so lmk if I missed anything

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this is for the jackson wang party fic collab finished with @mingsolo (hella good) @flurrys-creativity (Pygalgia, Effervescent, and Abience) and @sanjoongie (trouble) <3 I still have one more to go but we'll ignore that LMAOOOOO I added too much plot :') flurry was a dear and helped me sort out my thoughts and I managed to write 8k of it in one day lol.

hope u all enjoy and sorry I'm a professional yapper there's no shutting me up

“Going out again?” you ask your best friend and flatmate, San, as he walks past where you’re seated at the kitchen counter, suffering through your essays.

“Yep,” San answers easily, popping the ‘p’ and leaning over to take a peek at your laptop screen. “You misspelt ‘dextrorotatory’, you wrote it as ‘dexrotatory’.”

As your eyes find the typo, you groan and plant your head on the table. “I give up,” you declare dramatically, “I’ll drop out and become a taxi driver.”

San laughs. “First of all, you can’t drive that well. Second of all, you’d make more money as a stripper.” He dodges your smack with ease. “Third, you’re smart and you’ll ace these like always. You’re just a little mentally constipated. Why don’t you join me tonight?”

You think about it for a minute. While you probably do need a break from staring at your laptop, you know how wild the parties San goes to can get from personal experience. And you don’t think it’s a good idea when it's the end of your semester and the final year of your master's program. You just can’t afford to do that. “I’ll pass this time,” you sigh. “Maybe after exam season.”

San hums. “All right. Make sure to take a break, though,” he reminds you, dropping a quick kiss on the top of your head. “See you later.”

He soon disappears out of the door and you turn your focus away from your best friend to your homework. You feel bad for whoever his new conquest will be at the party.

In your opinion, it’s best to keep San at arm’s length when it comes to a romantic relationship. Not that you like him, but you also don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost, and you most certainly do not want to ruin your eight-year-long friendship. It’s not hard to see that San isn’t interested in a long relationship, not right now at least.

You honestly find it amusing that so many girls and guys still throw themselves at him and then get upset when he doesn’t give them a second glance after the initial night. His reputation precedes him, especially in your small town, and yet there will always be a line out the door for him. You don’t even know how he knows so many people.

With a sigh, you clear out your thoughts and refocus on your organic chemistry work. You’re lucky your job offered to pay for your master's classes, but the workload is killing you inside. You’re incredibly happy you’re almost done, and with newfound motivation, you hunker down and start writing out your notes again.

It’s almost two in the morning when you finally yawn and start putting your books away, and it’s almost three when you hear the front door open and the sound of San stumbling into the shoe rack as he always does. “You’re home already, Sanah?”

“YN!” San stumbles his way into the bathroom where you’re combing your hair, wrapping his arms around you and tucking his flushed face into your neck. “You’re still up?”

You laugh, tapping him on the head with your brush. “Yes, but I’m about to go to bed. And you should too, you know.”

San groans, his hold on your waist tightening and his words slurring together. “I don’t wanna,” he whines, “the bed's too cold.”

You sigh fondly. This happens almost every time he drinks, and usually, that’s why he doesn’t drink too much when he’s by himself. He gets too cuddly with people and you’re usually the one to keep him from bedding everyone he sees.  You suppose he somehow didn’t end up with anyone in bed and he’s disappointed now. “Do you think you’ll ever ask to sleep with me nicely, or will you just settle for wrestle-cuddling me into my own bed?” you ask, rolling your eyes as San does not answer, just pulling you towards your room. “There’s my answer.”

You’re too used to his drunk antics and just let him move you around. It’s comforting in a way, that he’s comfortable enough around you to do this with you, and it makes your heart warm whenever he throws his arm around you and presses his face in your neck.

You’d never admit it, but it’s nights like this when you sleep the best. With his warm breath tickling your neck, you let your body relax and your eyes flutter shut.

-

“God, I’ve got a raging headache,” San groans when he sees you enter the kitchen with a mess of bed hair. “I went so crazy with the soju last night, I think I’m going to die.”

You laugh, reaching for the pot to make some oatmeal for him. “Don’t be so dramatic. Why did you even drink so much anyway? No bitches?”

San snorts but immediately whines from the sharp pain that probably shot through his skull. “You’re so mean to me! No, I got no bitches, but that was from my own choice anyway. I don’t want to fuck around anymore.”

Both your eyebrows raise into your hairline. “No? What changed things, hm? Finally decided your one true love is Byeol?” As if on cue, your shared cat meows and curls around your ankles, and you bend down to scratch behind her ears.

“Never had to decide that, we all know she’s the real number one in my life. No, I think I’m interested in someone.” You stop your petting of Byeol, who meows in protest and runs off to pout somewhere. “Come on, don’t act like you just saw a ghost.”

“Who?” is the only question that comes out of your mouth. Of course, San has had a crush before, but he’s never stopped screwing around unless he was actively dating that person. He’s a fuckboy, but he’s not a piece of shit at least. This is new.

“Lee Yeseul. I met her yesterday at the party, and she’s so sweet. She was so out of place at the party, and not in a mean way. She just…has such an aura around her.” San’s voice is soft even just talking about her and you get the feeling he’s being serious. “We’re meeting up for coffee today.”

“That’s…amazing, Sanah. I really hope it goes well for you,” you smile at him, pushing a bowl of oatmeal over to him. “Don’t forget to let me make a speech at your wedding.”

San chuckles, rolling his eyes at your jokes. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t you have study group today? Go there and stop bothering me.”

You ruffle his messy hair before planting a kiss on it and pinching his cheek. He blindly reaches around to smack at you but you dodge him easily, laughing as you head out to grab your keys. “See you later, Sanah. Have a good da-ate.”

San grumbles at you but ultimately returns to his food. You think you can hear him muttering about you being a pain in the ass and you smile to yourself. You don’t have the heart to tell him you know Lee Yeseul…and she’s a major bitch. You sincerely hope she’s sweet to San at least—he deserves the best. But you find her absolutely draining, especially with how often she talks about herself and doesn’t pay attention to anyone else ever. If she cries in your class one more time you think you might smack her yourself.

You still remember the time you had gotten a call that your grandfather had died, and after overhearing your conversation, instead of comforting you, she started talking about how “so many of my family members died in the past ten years.” Sure, maybe she was trying, but you’ve known about her antics enough that it was clear she just wanted to make it about her.

But if San likes her, who are you to interfere? He has a pretty good eye for who has a good personality so maybe Yeseul has changed. You’re not one to stop him. Not that you ever could. When he first started going out to party, you would tag along to make sure he wouldn’t make any bad decisions, but your efforts seldom paid off. You’re pretty sure he must be blessed since he somehow hadn’t pissed off anyone majorly enough to have them call a hit on him.

Shaking your head, you rid yourself of these thoughts and go to the library. There’s no use dwelling on it, the more you think about it, the worse your feeling about his crush on Yeseul gets. He’s a grown man, he doesn’t need you to parent him.

“Woah, who pissed in your cereal?” You should’ve known you wouldn’t be able to hide your bad mood from your study buddy, Hongjoong. Although you only see him for studying, you’re confident enough to call him your closest friend other than San. “Are you okay?”

You sigh, dropping your books on the table. It earns you a harsh ‘shh’ from the librarian which you apologise half-heartedly for. “Do you remember Yeseul? Lee Yeseul?”

Hongjoong’s brows raise high into his hairline. “The professional bitcher? What did she do now?”

“San’s into her, and with her personality, she’s probably loving the attention from the professional heartbreaker.” You groan, glaring at the cover of your organic chemistry textbook. “It’s none of my business if he cares for her, but damn, I wish he could’ve picked anyone else.”

Hongjoong hums, leaning forward and poking at the top of your head. “Look, you’ve been his friend for years. I think you have a bit more of a reason to poke your nose into his business than most. Give it a few weeks, and if it truly bothers you, then you can bring it up to San.”

You sigh. “Maybe.” You say nothing else on the topic and Hongjoong knows not to broach it anymore. Sometimes you wish he wasn’t so smart.

-

“YN, I didn’t know you knew Yeseul!” is the first thing San says to you one week after he returns from one of his many dates with her. “When I mentioned you being my roommate she told me you were in the same class as her.”

You wince to yourself as you take a long swig of your coffee. “Mmh, I didn’t think it was that relevant,” you say. You can practically hear Hongjoong rolling his eyes at your excuse. You know you should tell him your qualms about Yeseul, especially since the gross feeling in your gut has only gotten stronger. But you’re not sure you want to tread those waters. San’s sweet, but he’s loyal to a fault and probably wouldn’t like you talking badly about Yeseul.

San narrows his eyes, clearly suspicious but not willing to pry. “Well, maybe if we ever find you a date, we can go on a double date.” He moves on pretty quickly, though, walking over to lean over your shoulder and look at your laptop. “Still going on that paper?”

You hum, cracking your knuckles. “Yeah, it’s due tomorrow so I need to pump it out today and then get Hongjoong to look it over.” You lean back, letting your head rest on San’s torso as you yawn. “I can’t wait for this to be over so that I can graduate already.”

San laughs, leaning down to rest his chin on your head. “You’re smart. You can do this. And when you’re done, I’ll take you to a party and we can celebrate.”

You groan, shifting forward and putting your hands back on the keyboard. “Well, in that case, I should get back to writing this.” As you start typing again, you hear the buzzer ring and the warmth of San’s body leaves you as he goes to check who it is.

“Oh, hey, Yeseul! Come on up!” Your eyebrows raise into your hairline and your head snaps up. Why would Yeseul go to all this trouble of coming here? Didn’t they just see each other?

You close your eyes and take a couple of deep breaths before facing the dragon herself. You can hear the tell-tale sound of her voice pitched up to sound more sweet, although it’s grown to be grating on your ears. “Hi, Sannie,” she purrs and you have to refrain from retching. “I was on my way home but I realised it went right by your apartment so I figured I could come say hi. It doesn’t look like you’re too busy, right?”

“No, not at all,” San replies, and you hate how sweetly he talks to her. “YN is in too, she’s writing her final paper. Wanna say hi? She could probably use the distraction.”

No, I don’t need the distraction, is what you want to scream out, but your mother did not raise you like that although you wish she did. Instead, you just smile politely at the girl entering your kitchen. “Hello, Yeseul. Good to see you again.”

“Hey, YNie!” Her cheery nickname for you has your eye twitching. “How’s the paper going? I finished mine a few weeks ago so I’m home free. Just need to submit it.”

“That’s great, Yeseul,” you say, tone slightly more monotonous than you wanted it to be and San shoots you a look. “Hopefully you get a good grade on it.”

“Hey, would you want to join us for dinner?” San cuts in and you can already feel a headache starting to pulse behind your eyes. “I was going to order pizza since it’s my turn today and I’m not nearly as good of a cook as YN.”

“Oh, that would be lovely! I don’t mind whatever toppings,” Yeseul claps happily. The urge to punch her in the face increases bit by bit for you. San nods happily, stepping out into the living room to place the call. After a moment, Yeseul turns to you with puppy eyes and you brace yourself for whatever she has up her sleeve. “Could I trouble you for a glass of water, YNie?”

You try your best to keep your composure as you get up to fetch her a glass of water. She takes it without even a thank you and you decide you’d much rather die than deal with her any longer so you close your laptop with a sigh. “I’m actually meeting with a friend for dinner, but you definitely should stay and have fun,” you say, smiling as plausibly as you can. You do not have dinner plans but you’re sure you can figure it out.

When you go into your room, you’re drawing blanks. You’re still going out, but you’ll probably just end up calling a friend to complain. As you leave the room and grab your keys, San meets eyes with you and frowns. “Where are you going?”

“Ah, I promised to have dinner with a friend so I’m heading out. Enjoy your time with Yeseul, though.”

The furrow between San’s brows deepens. “But I already ordered the pizza.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I can bring the leftovers tomorrow for lunch. Sorry, I just forgot to tell you, but I really have to go now. Bye!” Before he can say goodbye as well, you slip out the door. The suffocating feeling that is encompassing you lifts and you sigh in relief, but then you somehow feel worse at the idea of San and Yeseul having fun and giggling and cuddling.

You shake your head again, trying to clear your muddled thoughts before setting down to go find your dinner. Fast food was the easiest option, and you figured you could at least sit in your car and wallow in self-pity.

-

After you receive your order you park and pull out your phone, scrolling through your contacts. You don’t want to call your family because as much as you love them, they can be a bit over-protective and probably will offer to help you find a different apartment and that would be a bit dramatic. In the end, Hongjoong is probably the next best option.

He doesn't pick up immediately, and you’re just about to hang up when the phone crackles and Hongjoong’s voice comes through. “Why are you calling me?”

You can’t help but bark out a laugh at his disgruntled tone. “Hongjoong, it’s a perfectly reasonable hour to call, don’t blame me for your shit sleeping schedule. Are you actually free though?”

Hongjoong sighs and if you focus you can hear the sound of him rolling over in bed. “What’s up?”

“It’s about Yeseul again. She came around today, and it was just…so suffocating. Like, why did San have to pick her? There’s so many girls, and out of them all he picks her? The most bitchy one I know?”

Hongjoong hums. “Why does it annoy you so much?”

You groan, leaning your head back and taking a long sip of your drink. “She’s self-centred, bitchy, and she’s just so fake. I don’t think this relationship will end well, Joong. Clearly he’s just blinded and she’s so manipulative.”

“But why are you so bothered by this specifically? I mean, sure we’ve had bad interactions with Yeseul, but you’re pretty nonchalant about the shit San gets up to and you like to let him deal with the consequences himself.”

You frown glaring at the phone although you know he can’t see it and you pop a fry into your mouth. “I don’t know. It just feels different. I feel like I should interfere this time. I mean, he’s a lot more serious this go around.”

Hongjoong hums, rolling once again as he yawns. “YN, be totally honest with me. This is a shot in the dark, but I think this is pretty important.” You hold your breath in anticipation. “Do you like San?”

“Oh sure, he’s a good friend–”

“You and I both know that’s not what I meant.” You bite your lip, stiffening in your chair. “YN, you need to be honest with yourself. The way you talk about San, you interact with him, it’s not how just roommates, just friends interact. You kiss each other's heads, YN. And it can be platonic, but I’ve rarely seen San do that to his female friends, and I’ve never seen you do that, period. You don’t even kiss me.” His voice turns teasing on the last bit but you’re too shocked to register.

Do you like San? You love him like a friend, of course. But when you think about him being with anyone else, even if it wasn’t Yeseul, something in you aches. When you think about San’s smile being directed to anyone else, you can feel a burning in your gut. The answer is clear, whether you like it or not.

“I…yes. I do.” The confession comes out quietly. “But I don’t want to do anything about it. Like you said, it’s up to San whether he likes Yeseul enough. I can’t interfere.”

You can practically hear the look Hongjoong would be levelling at you. “Why not?”

You shrug. “When San likes someone, nothing can stop him from liking someone unless he wants to. I’ll just let it run its course and hopefully my own feelings will vanish in the process.”

“That doesn’t sound very healthy, YN.”

You let out a despondent laugh. “Sure, probably not. But who knows? Maybe I can find someone else in the process.” You let out a sigh before glancing at your now-cold sandwich. “I gotta head out, but thanks for talking, Joong. I’ll see you in class.”

Hongjoong can barely say goodbye before you hang up the phone and lean back. This is going to be difficult. The more you see Yeseul, the more you know you’ll accidentally slip up and something will tip her and San off. Your headache is pulsing behind your eyes and you take a small bite of your sandwich, your appetite diminishing. You miss being a child and your biggest worry is that San sneezed on your lollipop.

With another groan, you wrap up the sandwich and just go for a late-night drive instead to clear your head. It’s something that has never failed to calm you down and keep your mind level. San always berates you for driving alone at night, but you’d like to say you’re pretty safe. Plus, even he has agreed that it’s pretty calming when—you frown, forcing thoughts of San to leave your brain.

You don’t really know how long you’ve been out, but it’s surely long enough that Yeseul has left. As you carefully open the door, there’s a long silence, and you sigh, happy you made it home free. But as you’re about to call out for San, you hear a high-pitched moan come from his bedroom. And it certainly is not San.

You almost turn tail and head right back out of the apartment when you hear San’s reverberating moans fill the house. Against your better judgment, you take off your shoes and step closer towards his bedroom. His bedroom door is cracked open and curse him for putting his mirror right in view where you can see him leaning back on his bed, his lower half hidden off the edge of it and you can only see Yeseul’s knees.

And in your head, you know it’s wrong. But your heart is beating out of your chest and you can feel heat building in your core. And, well, you’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. You keep yourself pressed against the wall, staring at the way the muscles in San’s neck strain and the way he moans with every snap of his hips. You’re sure your panties are soaked through by now, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to keep yourself quiet. The taste of copper enters your mouth but you couldn’t care less.

It’s only when San sits up, probably to fuck into Yeseul better and he disappears from the mirror that you rip yourself away and escape into your own room. Not another thought enters your brain as you strip your leggings and underwear off, flopping on your bed and closing your eyes as you let your hand trail down to press against your slick pussy. It doesn’t take long for you to sink your fingers into your sopping cunt, turning your head to bury your face into your pillow.

The guilt in the back of your mind is quickly sent away as you imagine San’s hands fucking you instead. He’s always had well-worn hands, and your brain fogs up as you imagine him leaning forward to mouth at your neck as he fucks you.

Your brain flips back and forth between the idea of him eating you out so well and fucking so many loads into you with his thick cock that your stomach swells and you whimper into your pillow as your core tightens and you come onto your fingers. You feel tears prick your eyes as you get up to wipe your hands of the cream coating your fingers and toss the tissue in the trash. You’re not sure how you’ll be able to face San or Yeseul again after that.

You can feel the shame burning inside of you and you close your eyes and cry yourself to sleep silently.

-

Waking up is disorienting, your eyes red-rimmed and your bottom lip raw and blood dried on it. You feel like death and you’re pretty sure you can’t attend class like this. You lean over and grab your phone, yawning as you send your professor a text with a weak excuse. You don’t really care how plausible it is, Professor Jeong usually is quite understanding so you don’t worry about that for too long. San had texted you an hour ago, asking if you had come home, and you choose not to answer it.

You can hear mumbling in the other room, probably Yeseul and San sharing goodbyes, when you hear the door shut behind her. Unlike you, she’s probably happy to go to class and tell all her friends about her night with the campus fuckboy.

It takes another thirty minutes for you to finally roll out of bed and put some lotion on your face, hoping for the traces of the questionable night you had to erase from your face. Once you’re satisfied with your appearance, you venture out into your living room where San is standing by the door. ���When did you get back?” he asks without even turning around. “I texted you like, an hour ago.”

You shrug, avoiding his eyes as you move into the kitchen to find breakfast. “I only just woke up, San.”

Your roommate gives a short huff, following close behind you. “Don’t you have class? Yeseul just left so you could walk with her.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the idea of that. “I’m not feeling well so I don’t think I’ll go.” “You’re not feeling well?” San’s voice deepens in concern and as you grab a yoghurt, he places his hand atop your forehead. “You are feeling pretty warm.”

At his touch, too many memories of last night flood through your brain and you shake away his hand. “Yeah. I’ll just go lie down for a little. Have a good day.”

Before he can say anything else, or realise your suspicious behaviour, you dodge past him and head off back into your room to hide. “I left your pizza in the fridge,” he calls after you and you just grunt in thanks before barricading yourself in your room.

You lean against the door for a minute before you realise you didn’t even grab a spoon. Unwilling to go back out there, you’ve resigned yourself to licking it out of the container like a cat when you hear a gentle knock at the door.

“I got you a spoon,” San’s unsure voice filters through the wooden door, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Thanks, San,” you murmur, turning to open the door a crack and take the proffered utensil. “Sorry for being short with you.”

His lips quirk into a half-smile, a silent acceptance of your apology. “I get it. Just get some rest, YN.”

You close the door again, this time a warm heart in your chest mixing with the guilt you still feel in your gut. You’re not sure how on earth you’re going to get over your feelings for San.

-

Avoiding San goes well for the most part. You are in your finals week anyway, and you’re spending most of your time at the library or in class. Your college’s library stays open for 24 hours during the last week of school anyways so some nights you’ve just been staying there until morning. Hongjoong disapproves heavily but doesn’t say much about it and you appreciate his support either way.

Avoiding Yeseul proves much harder. She seems to always find her way to wherever you happen to be, interrupting you and Hongjoong’s study sessions with a perfect smile and narrowed eyes. You don’t know what she wants from you, and you aren’t pleased with her presence.

But one evening, you’re about to leave the library to have some dinner when she corners you. “YN, let’s talk,” she says in that sickeningly saccharine voice of hers, looping her arm into yours and pulling you down the street. “I have some things to ask you.”

Unwilling, you try to tug your arm out of her grasp, but the girl is stronger than you expected. She pulls you all the way to her dorm on campus, sitting you down on her leather couch. “What is your relationship with Choi San?”

Her question comes so suddenly you need a minute to register. To her credit, Yeseul waits patiently for you to gather your thoughts. “He’s my friend and roommate?” you say as truthfully as you can muster, although you know it’s an absolute lie, and judging from her expression, Yeseul doesn’t believe you either.

“Don’t take me as a fool, YN. The way he talks about you is undeniable.”

“That seems like something you should be talking to him about,” you say, attempting to get up from the couch but Yeseul just pushes you back down.

“I’ve tried. He just tells me there’s nothing to worry about and I don’t believe that,” Yeseul grits through her teeth.

And you have to give it to her. She did try to come to San about her worries. But the way she refuses to trust him grates on your nerves. He stopped his fuckboy activities to be with her, and yet she’s worried about you, one of the few girls who isn’t all over him at any moment. You arch a brow. “Do you not trust him?”

Yseul scoffs. “Of course not. He’s a fuckboy. But I like the status I get with him. I just don’t want to end up embarrassed.”

Well, that will be inevitable, you can’t help but think to yourself. No matter how much your relationship with San is strained, you’re not about to let Yeseul talk shit about him like he isn’t genuinely trying for her.

“That’s where you come into play,” Yeseul’s smirk turns sharp. “I’m going to call San. Ask him to choose between us. If he chooses you, then I want you to stay far, far away from him.”

You shrug. No matter the outcome, it’s not like you’re not already keeping your distance from San. In the end, you’ll just tell him to break up with her and let him deal with the chaos himself. “Go ahead,” bitch.

San picks up on the first ring. “Yeseul?” He’s cheery and your heart aches at the thought of Yeseul breaking his so easily. “What’s the occasion?”

“Hey, babe, I just have a quick question, and I need you to answer truthfully for me, okay?” At his pause, she takes that as a go-ahead. “Who would you pick? Me or YN.”

There’s a long silence on the phone. “Yeseul, we need to break up.”

Only one thing unites you and Yeseul in this moment, and it’s your shared confusion for San’s reaction. “What do you mean?” her voice turns panicked. “Isn’t that a little far?”

“You’ve been stuck on this, and I don’t know how much I have to reassure you, Yeseul. I haven’t even seen YN for the past two weeks. And she’s my closest friend. I’m not dropping her for a two-week relationship. I hope you have a good time, Yeseul.”

Before you can react at all, Yeseul screeches and points an accusing finger at you. “This is all your fault, YN!”

Your jaw drops at her absolute audacity. “My fault? What are you on? I was just trying to live peacefully when you dragged me into this plot ignoring my advice. I told you to talk to him, to just fucking trust him. God, you’re an idiot. And I’m going home.”

Without another word, you leave, still fuming over that interaction. Couldn’t she just have made the call without you? You’re happy you don’t have to do all the convincing for San to leave her, but that just complicates things for you. Would he really so easily drop Yeseul just for you? From what you’ve heard, he was practically head over heels for her.

With another sigh, you head back to the library. You need to finish that exam.

-

“Pens down, and turn in your exams,” you hear the professor call, and you don’t think you’ve ever gotten up so fast. You’re so, so fucking happy that you’ve finished your last year and now you’re free.

As soon as your professor accepts your paper you race out of the lecture hall, only stopped by the cafeteria when you hear someone call your name. Lee Juyeon, someone you’ve started growing closer to, waves you down. “Hey, YN, congrats on finishing!” he smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back, the giddiness contagious.

“Thanks! You too,” you say, pulling him into a hug. “It’s so nice to be done.” Practically nothing could dampen your mood, especially seeing Juyeon. He’s sweet, and you have an inkling he likes you. And you’re not opposed to it.

“It really is,” Juyeon agreed cheerfully. “Look, I have to go celebrate with my family, I just wanted to say hi. But hey…there’s this end of the year party on Saturday, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”

And your suspicions were right. You think about it for a moment. You’re not the biggest party person, anyone knows that, but Juyeon is sweet and just what you need, so you accept eagerly. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to exchange numbers and for him to promise to send you more details before he runs off. And through your excitement, you know you still have to go meet with San who’s probably waiting for you just outside. He wanted to see you as soon as you finish your exams, and you didn’t have the heart to decline.

“Congratulations on finishing your last exam, YN!” San cheers as soon as you exit the college building. “I’m so proud of you!”

You’re too tired to complain when San sweeps you up into a hug, just letting yourself relax in his firm arms. After all this work, you think you’ll let yourself indulge in his affection. “Thanks, Sanah. I appreciate it.” You let your chin rest on his broad shoulder, closing your eyes and letting the exhaustion take over you. “Can I go to bed now?”

You hear him chuckle, the vibrations from his chest comforting you. “Yeah, yeah. We can celebrate later. Come on.”

He tugs you all the way to your apartment, dropping you on the couch and quickly curling right up next to you. You can’t bring yourself to care. “I’m proud of you,” he repeats into your hair as he tucks your head into his neck. Your eyes flutter shut.

When you reopen them, it’s bordering on evening. San is no longer wrapped around you, and you can hear him moving about in the kitchen. “San,” you call out, voice raspy from having just woken up. “What are you doing?”

“Ah, I’m making dinner,” he responds, his voice too warm for your liking, your heart beating just a little faster. “Come and eat.”

With a bit of difficulty, you rise from the couch and move to the kitchen, taking a seat at the counter. “Japchae? When did you learn how to cook this?”

San chuckles. “Wooyoung taught me the other day because he was bored. I figured it’d be a nice surprise for you after all your hard work.”

Your lips twitch, unsure if you should smile or pout. “That’s sweet. Thank you again, San.”

As you start eating the noodles (there’s a little too much sesame but you don’t have the heart to tell San that), San clears his throat. “So…I promised to take you to a party.”

You vaguely remember this conversation. “Ah, yeah. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s this end of the year party, it’s supposed to be the biggest one, hosted by Jackson Wang.”

“Ah–” you shake your head, eyes apologetic. “I promised someone else I’d go with them. I didn’t know that was the party you wanted to take me to. Maybe we can do something else on a different day?”

San’s lips turn downward the slightest bit. “That’s okay. There are other parties. Who invited you, by the way?” His tone is casual, and yet you still feel like you’re walking into the lion’s den.

“Ah, Lee Juyeon from college. I think he’s in Hongjoong’s philosophy department, but he’s a year behind. He’s cute so I figured I’d give it a try.”

“It’s a date?” Your brows furrow at the heaviness in San’s voice but you pay it no mind and nod. “I see. Well, have fun.”

The rest of the dinner is filled with silence, San picking at his food and you in no mood to try and dissect his mood. He takes your empty bowl and starts doing the dishes, and you mumble out a thank you before running back to your room. He’s clearly not willing to talk more and it’s best to give him space.

As you lay in bed, you can’t help but worry about what is so grating on his mind after you mentioned your date. You can’t think of anything that would cause him to be angry—as far as you’re aware he has no grudges against Lee Juyeon, much less met him. Shaking your head, you try and fall asleep. It’s best not to dwell on it, you can just ask him tomorrow.

-

It’s Saturday, and you’re in a foul mood. San hasn’t spoken to you in the four days leading up to the party, avoiding you like there’s no tomorrow. The only saving grace comes in the form of Juyeon’s excited texts, telling you all about his outfit for the party, and you respond with matching enthusiasm. When you meet with Juyeon in front of the large house where the party is held, the thought of San isn’t even on your mind. Instead, you just take Juyeon’s offered hand and follow him into the party.

You weave through the bodies, reaching the counter where shots are being passed around. “Want vodka or tequila?” Juyeon asks, his voice pitching higher to be heard over the bass. Without answering him, you just reach for the bottle of tequila, pouring the two of you shots. “Good choice,” Juyeon laughs, throwing his head back as he downs the alcohol, you following suit shortly.

“You know, I never pegged you for a college party fan,” you lean in, laughing. “Maybe I should hang out with you more.”

Juyeon chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Maybe you should. I know great party-throwers. Although I’ve heard you’ve been to your fair share, what being San’s friend and all.”

You shake your head, a smile on your face. “Maybe at first, but you know, organic chemistry isn’t an easy major to balance with a party life.”

Juyeon laughs loudly, bumping you with his hip. “I understand the pain. Philosophy falls into that category of majors too. Another shot?”

You take the second shot happily, letting the alcohol burn through your veins as you stumble alongside Juyeon’s wandering through the crowd. Whatever you’re doing is a blur, all you can focus on is Juyeon’s smile and his warm hand holding yours.

It feels like barely a moment has passed when Juyeon pulls you into a nearly empty room of couches, only a few other couples lingering in the corners. “I hope you’ve been enjoying yourself,” Juyeon starts, his eyes sparkling as he takes in your appearance. “It’s been fun hanging out.”

“I did too,” you agree with a small smile, looking up at him through your lashes.

He leans in, and you lean in, and your lips brush. It’s a sweet kiss, one that you lean into as Juyeon wraps his arms around your waist. It’s warm and you smile into it. And then a familiar face pops into your head. You wonder to yourself how San would kiss you, if he would do it as sweetly as Juyeon or if he would devour your lips like it was his last meal.

When Juyeon pulls away for air, you feel guilt burning in your stomach again. Why would you think of other men when Juyeon’s right here in front of you? As Juyeon leans in to kiss you again, you almost move back before a hand grips your shoulder and pulls you into a broad chest.

“Hey, man, I’m going to have to talk to YN if you don’t mind.” You’d recognise your best friend’s voice anywhere, and it only serves to fill you with annoyance. Sure, you weren’t as into Juyeon’s kisses as you expected, but it doesn’t mean you’re thrilled to be interrupted by the man who’s been ignoring you.

Juyeon takes one look at San, and something changes in his eyes. A mix of reluctance and acceptance, and with a short nod and smile towards you, he slips away from you. You turn to San, frowning at the sharpness in his narrowed eyes, not one you’re used to seeing or enjoy seeing. “Why would you kiss him?” he spits, and your annoyance grows with confusion being added to the mix.

“What do you mean, ‘why kiss him’? I told you, San, I was on a date. Why the fuck did you interrupt us?”

“I like you.” Those three words would be a dream for you to hear from his mouth…if you weren’t so pissed.

“No, fuck that. I do not need to hear that from you right now. Not when I was enjoying my night with Juyeon. What was confessing supposed to do for you, San? It’s too late now. I wanted to enjoy this party, and now I have to go apologise to Juyeon for you.” San opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head, pushing him away from you.

You leave San standing by himself as you search for Juyeon, your mood immediately souring. Why would he fucking do this to you? You can feel tears burning your eyelids and you abandon your search for Juyeon, searching instead for some liquor to take away your embarrassment.

As you pour yourself another shot of tequila, you notice a familiar face, Hongjoong talking to a girl you recognise as someone he hangs out with sometimes. They look like they’re getting it on and you feel a little bad, but you need his advice. “Hey, Kim Hongjoong!” you call out to him, waving him over. Hongjoong’s eyes brighten and he makes his way over, leaving the girl staring after him longingly, but her attention is soon taken away by two other guys. You recognise one of them from the cafeteria but you don’t remember his name.

“Hey, YN, what’s up? I didn’t expect to see you here, did San take you?” Your face falls and Hongjoong realises he stepped into dangerous territory. “Okay, what happened?”

-

“I can’t believe San is mad at me for kissing someone at the party,” you groan after explaining to Hongjoong the events leading up to now. “Sure, maybe it wasn’t the best move on my part but he’s had like, twenty million one-night stands, and yet I can’t kiss someone else? He hasn’t even talked to me after I mentioned going on a date. And yet he looked positively murderous after he saw me kissing that other guy.”

Hongjoong tilts his head, confused. “Isn’t that what you wanted, though? You like him.”

“I did! I do! But I’m so sick of waiting around for him, and I could’ve had a chance at liking someone else. He’s all over the place, and I don’t know if that’s what I want in a man.” You’re lying to both Hongjoong and yourself, and Hongjoong knows it, raising an eyebrow.

“Honestly, YN, it just sounds like you need to talk to him.” Hongjoong crosses his arms, tapping his foot and eager to back to the girl was with, but also not wanting to ditch you in your time of need. You feel a little bad for pulling him away, but your mind is swirling with so many thoughts, you don’t know if you can sort them out by yourself and drinking to erase those thoughts is not something you like to do. You’re not San.

And speak of the devil, you smell his familiar cologne before his hand lands on your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You whirl around out of his grip and glare at him. “Get off me,” you snap. “I’m in the middle of a conversation right now, Choi San.”

With one glance at Hongjoong, he raises his hands and winks at you. “Have that talk, YN. It’ll do you more good than harm.”

Oh, you’re going to kill that traitor after the party. You turn your attention back to San, your mouth twisted into a frown. “You make this quick or else.”

San has the decency to look a little ashamed as his eyes shake. “Can we talk on the patio? It’s too loud in here.”

With a dramatic sigh, you grab his wrist and pull him through the crowd to the back door, practically slamming it behind you. You can see the eyes of people interested in the drama through the windows but you pay it no mind. “Speak. You get five minutes before I go back in and you don’t talk to me again for the rest of the night.”

San’s face falls and his lips pull into a pout. But no matter how subconsciously adorable he is, you refuse to fall for his charms this time. The heat of anger is still curling in your gut when you think about the argument from earlier. “YN, come on, I had a good reason.”

You shake your head, ignoring the strands of hair that fall into your eyes. “No, San. Confessing to me is not a good reason to fuck up my night. You didn’t even apologise. You’ve been ignoring me for days after I mentioned my date, and the moment I kiss Juyeon you get all angry and jealous? Be for real.” You pause for breath, glaring daggers into his eyes. “You are not owed my time, especially after that shit you pulled. Yeseul’s jealousy is why you broke up with her, so why are you like this to me?”

San’s gaze intensifies and you can see him actively trying to reign in his temper. Although he does his best to remain calm, if tempers are rising, he can be intense. “YN, what was I supposed to do? Watch you go out with him? Watch you slip from my fingers just like that?”

“Yes!” you all but scream at him. “If I could sit by and let Yeseul take each little bit of your heart, you could’ve done the same! I was going to be happy, San! I wouldn’t have to sit behind and watch you from the sidelines with my heart slowly cracking. But I don’t get that same courtesy.”

You step forward, poking his chest with a finger as you let loose your storm of thoughts. In your anger, you don’t even notice San’s arm moving until it wraps around your waist and pulls you into him. The action shocks you enough that you stop mid-sentence, your finger still pressing into San’s flesh. “You love me?” San leans in, his nose brushing against yours.

You can feel heat flare up in your face as you stare wide-eyed at him. It takes you a moment to register your compromising position and you stumble back, pushing at his chest. “Don’t do that,” you hiss, turning your eyes away. “I don’t like you, San. Not anymore.”

“You’re lying.” San’s voice is firm. “Look at me in the eyes and tell me you don’t like me anymore.”

You don’t know where you got it from. You’ve never been good at lying, not to San. Maybe it was the alcohol burning through your system, mixing with the shame and anger you feel. But this time, you stare him directly in the eye and say the four words that might’ve been the biggest lie in your life. “I don’t like you.” San’s brows furrow and he shakes his head.

“No–”

“Yes, San. You cannot just waltz around and expect me to keep the patience I had for you. I’m sick of being pulled around like a puppet. Maybe at first you didn’t know. But refusing to give me space when I asked for it?” You shake your head, glancing back at the party. “I’m going back in. We can talk about the apartment lease later.”

Without glancing back, you re-enter the house. And maybe it hurts a little that he doesn’t go after you, but at this point, you’re too numb and all you want to do is go home and cry. But home is not an option, not when it would probably be the first place he would look for you. Fighting back the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, you slide into your car, staring blankly at the wheel for a long moment until you feel composed and sober enough to drive.

And drive you certainly do. You’re not quite sure where you’re going, and you’re plenty aware that this is a bad idea, but you just let yourself go around and calm yourself down first. The crisp breeze paired with the warm spring air does wonders to clear your head and paired with the late times, there are not too many cars out. It’s peaceful.

You’re not too sure how long you were out, but it’s long enough for the blurry memory of the argument to clear and you groan, pulling over to park by the side of the road and let your head hit the steering wheel. You went too far. San had always been the more emotional of you two, always wearing his heart on his sleeve. He must’ve had a hard time with Yeseul, and although it doesn’t excuse him, you never gave him a chance to properly apologise.

With a sigh, you check your phone to see five missed calls and twenty texts from San asking where you are. He somehow even got your neighbours (a sweet couple in their twenties who babysit Byeol sometimes) to ask you if you’re okay. As your finger hovers over the call button, debating whether to call him back, bright headlights shine behind your car and you stiffen. Your hand hovers over the pepper spray you keep in the dash as you press the call button in a panic. No matter what the disagreement was about, you know San would still come to your aid if you needed it.

“YN, open the door. I’ve been worried sick!” San’s voice crackles through the receiver and you spin around in your seat, squinting at the figure standing behind your car and your shoulders sag in relief.

“God, San, you scared the shit out of me!” you scold, leaning over to unlock the passenger seat and push the door open while hanging up the call. “Get in here.”

A haggard-looking San slides in, his eyes red-rimmed and mouth pressed into a thin line. The car that drove him turns and you look back in confusion before San starts explaining. “I wanted to give you space so I stayed at the party,” he starts explaining after a moment. “But I got worried and went to the apartment to find you. But you weren’t there, and I asked all your friends. I’m lucky you left your location on, and my friend gave me a ride.”

You wince. You forgot about turning off your location, although you’re glad you didn’t as it would’ve been more dangerous otherwise. “I’m sorry,” you mumble, turning your eyes to look out the windshield. “I just needed to clear my head so I went for a drive.”

There’s a long period of suffocating silence between the two of you when San finally speaks, his voice quiet. “I’m sorry,” he starts and your head snaps towards him, eyes wide. Of all the things you expected to fall from his lips, an apology is not one of those things. Not tonight, at least. “I was too pushy. I shouldn’t have ignored you, or interrupted your time with Juyeon. I should’ve talked to you like an adult.”

You laugh, resting your head on the steering wheel. “What an astute observation, San. However did you come to that conclusion?” Your exasperation is evident in your tone and San sucks in a breath at how done you seem. “Look, San. I’m sure you didn’t mean it to be that bad. But I’m just…tired. I’m tired of always wondering what is running through your mind, where I am in your list of importance. You date Yeseul, but break up with her over me. You give me the cold shoulder when I go on a date, but suddenly me being on a date is unacceptable. I just don’t know how to take anything.”

Against your will, tears start to drop onto your thighs, streaking down the skin and you sniff. “Shit,” San panics beside you. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He hands you a tissue and you take it with shaking hands, pressing your face into it as San tugs you closer, guiding you to lean against him.

He repeats soft little ‘sorry’s and leans his head atop yours, his tears falling onto your hair. The two of you stay in this position for a long while, no words are needed to understand the emotional moment.

“Let’s go home, YN,” San mumbles, his voice vibrating deep in your heart. “Let’s go home and we can talk tomorrow.”

You sniff again, tears run dry as you sit up and wipe your eyes. “Okay,” you whisper out. “Let’s go home.”

San stays attached to you throughout the drive home, his hand gripping onto your own hand whenever he can, and quickly wrapping you into a back hug as you walk up to the apartment. “I…cuddle with me tonight?” you ask, eyes flitting away from his face, missing the brilliant smile that spreads across it.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he hums, walking with you to his room, and he lets you slide in first, the smell of his detergent filling your mind and your eyelids flutter shut already. San crawls in next to you, pulling you close.

“Good night, YN,” San mumbles as your breathing evens out. As you drift off into sleep, you swear you feel his soft lips on your forehead but you dismiss it as wishful thinking.

-

When you reawaken, San’s still curled up, your body covered by his, his breathing slow and gentle. You can’t help but blink a couple of times to make sure it isn’t a dream when his arms tighten around your waist and he shifts. “YN?” His morning voice is as rough as always, rumbling low in his chest.

“Hey, Sanah,” you greet him quietly, leaning up to meet his eyes blinking slowly at you like a cat’s. “Good morning.”

“Hi.” He dips his head to nuzzle into your neck, breathing in your scent. “I should probably explain myself.” His voice vibrates against your neck and you giggle softly at the ticklish feeling.

“That would be nice.”

San huffs, but he can’t complain about your snark. “I like you, YN. I don’t know when I started to, and I definitely didn’t realise I did until I started dating Yeseul. I did like her, but not as deeply as I thought I did. It was so easy to break up with her as soon as she made me pick between you and her. The answer came to me without a doubt in my mind as soon as the question left her lips, and yet I still didn’t realise my true feelings.” He laughs self-deprecatingly, and you stroke his hair comfortingly. “I didn’t realise why I was so pissed about you going out with Juyeon, and that’s why I was avoiding you. It’s a stupid reason, I know. But I just didn’t know why, not until I saw you at the party kissing him. I just wanted to be there instead of you. And I’m sorry, and I understand if you don’t like me anymore, but–”

“I love you.”

His head snaps up to stare at you after your sudden declaration, and after he registers your words a smile spreads across his face. He puffs out a breathy chuckle and you know his answer before he even says it. “I love you too.”

His eyes shine like you’ve hung the stars in the skies, and when they flit down to your lips, you know an unspoken question when you see it. You lean forward slowly, letting your eyes close once more when your lips meet his.

And damn, you were right about how San kisses. In a second, he deepens the kiss, bringing his hands up to cup your face while his tongue swipes at your lips. Shyly, you part your lips and he dives right in, licking into your mouth and biting at your lips.

“Sanah,” you gasp into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his plush lips. “Sanah–”

You repeat his name like a prayer as his lips travel down to your neck, littering wet kisses and bite marks all over your sensitive skin. “Fuck, baby, you’re so sweet to me,” San moans against your body. “Please, please, let me treat you right, make it up to you. Let me worship you.”

You whine as he laves his tongue over your breasts spilling out of the crop top you had worn last night. Any other time you would’ve stressed at how gross the clothes were but right now you could hardly even think about it. “Fuck, yes, please,” you beg when San nips at your cleavage, leaving a mark.

“Ah, already begging for me,” San groans, his hips pressing into your legs. “You’re so perfect.” His voice grows whiney as his sucks on your nipples, making your back arch.

His kisses move down your body until his breath is ghosting over your stomach and his hands are pawing at your pants, shoving them down as quickly as he can. He doesn’t have the same amount of minimal patience for your panties, and before you can react, he’s ripped them off your legs. “Choi San!” you scold, shifting to try and sit up but his grip on your hips stops you from moving too far.

“I’ll buy you a new pair,” San promises before diving right in and sucking at your clit without another moment’s hesitation. Your hips jerk and your core tightens at the sudden feeling as you throw your head back and moan so loudly it’s bordering on a scream

His ministrations on your dripping cunt have you wordless. His fingers are pressing into your hip bones, the sensation making you squirm. As soon as his tongue breaches your clenching hole your hands fly down to grasp at his hair. “Fuck–” you squeal, your legs attempting to close but San just pushes them apart again, busying himself in your folds.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” San groans, the vibrations sending shivers up your spine as he lets his teeth scrape against your clit. You can hardly focus on anything at the barrage of sensations filling you up, San fucking his tongue into you so well. Your thighs are shaking as you can feel yourself grow wetter and wetter against his face.

When you tilt your head down, he meets your eyes as he moves one of his hands to push a finger into your hole. “Shit–” your grip on his hair tightens impossibly. “Sanah–”

“Come for me, love,” San groans, and you let the dam break, screaming out his name until your voice is hoarse, and San licks up your release through it all.

When he finally pulls away from your twitching and sensitive core, his lips are covered in your glistening slick, thick globs of it sitting pretty on his chin. Without thinking, you pull him down and crash your lips against his, tasting yourself on his tongue. San groans as you lick his face clean, shoving your tongue deep into his mouth.

“Fuck, I need to fuck you right now or else I think I might go insane,” San growls, blindly fumbling in his nightstand to pull out a condom as he shoves down his sweats to reveal his hard, red cock. Without another thought, he opens the pack with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with ease thanks to the precum dribbling down it.

He lines up, the tip of it kissing your hole, when you groan. You’re much too impatient for this, reaching down and holding him steady as you shift your body to sink onto his thick cock. “Shit, YN,” San grits out as you take him deeper and deeper until your cunt kisses his crotch. “You’re too much.”

You pant, shifting on his cock as you try to get used to the stretch. He’s not the longest you’ve had, but he’s thick and the stretch is almost too much. “You’re fucking talking, you fill me up so fucking well, Sanah.” You hiss as you throw your head back, the stinging melting into pleasure. “Fuck me already, San. Or should I go and find Juyeon to–”

You’re cut off by San thrusting into you so violently that you swear the bed shakes. “I don’t want to hear that fucking name out of your mouth anymore,” San commands, leaning forward until his body weight pins you down and your eyes roll back as he starts fucking into you with short, quick thrusts.

With every movement, you feel like you may break apart. You can hear every slick sound, the sound of it obscene, and yet all you want is more. Your previous release coats his cock so well, thick strings of it attaching to his hips.

His arms wrap around your waist, and before you can protest or do anything, he hoists you up until you’re sitting in his lap. You swear this angle makes him impale you even deeper, his cockhead kissing the perfect spot deep inside you. Your head drops to San’s shoulder, moaning against the fabric of his shirt. “Fuck, San, you’re so deep,” you moan high-pitched. “You’re so fucking good for me.”

San growls, pressing a kiss behind your ear. “You’re so tight for me, so much better than Yeseul. I saw you in the mirror, you know,” he whispers conspiratorially and you gasp and clench, snapping your head to look at him. “You’re not as sneaky as you thought, love. Did you touch yourself to the thought of me fucking you so well?”

You whine, words failing you, and San’s hips slow to a stop. You try your best to grind against him but his hands grip your waist, keeping you still. “Please–” you try to beg but San chuckles and nips at your earlobe.

“Answer me, YN.”

“Fuck– Yes!” you cry out, so eager for him to start moving again. “Wanted you to fill me with your cum so well until it was spilling out of me. Please, please, please, fuck me.”

“Hm.” And without any warning, San jerks his hips up into you, biting into your neck like a fucking vampire and you scream, hips stuttering as you come on his cock. You don’t think you’re making any coherent noises, just babbling into his neck as your bones become jelly from the overstimulation.

If you thought the sounds were obscene before, you swear they’ve become ten times worse as you lay limp against San’s body. He’s moving you up and down his cock like a doll and you pant, squeezing your eyes shut as you still feel aftershocks from your orgasm.

“Shit, you’re so warm around me, I’m gonna come,” San moans in your ear, his rhythm breaking as he drops your weight on his cock. You can feel him twitching inside you as his teeth sink into your neck once more. “God, I want to fill you up so badly, but that’s just going to have to wait, my love.”

After a long moment, he pulls out, groaning at your come coating the condom and his thighs. Without thinking, he dips his fingers in the mess and brings it to his mouth, licking it off like it’s the most delicious thing in the world to him. “Come here, baby,” he says in that beautifully raspy voice, and you lean forward, meeting his lips in another kiss.

This kiss is sweet and soft, but the lingering taste of your shared releases still permeates your taste buds. You sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder as he lays against the wall with you in his arms.

“I’m sorry,” he apologises again, pressing another kiss to the top of your head and it’s almost like he hadn’t fucked you like it was your last day on earth. “I won’t ever leave you again.”

You hum, turning your head to pepper kisses over his neck freckles. “I should be the one saying that. I love you, San. And I’ll always run to you with no hesitation.”

[lizzy06]

Oikawa Tooru x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

pinch ✨✨by krystallisert (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, humor) The ringing stops, and you're vaguely aware that you've been hit in the face by a volleyball. In another gym, at another school, a boy winces in sudden, unprovoked pain. "Oi, Oikawa! You're bleeding!"[COMPLETED]

A married life by @creepychan (oneshot, pregnant reader, angst) <I don't wanna spoil this series but its worth it😜😜>

Your Smart Ideas ✨ by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff) Oikawa didn’t want you to call his sister Nee-san. So you had a solution.[COMPLETED]

pov:he's a racer and you are his finish line ✨✨💖by @saintobio  (angst, fluff, street racer au, <reader had an abusive relationship with atsumu>)driven by the thrill of illegal street racing, an esteemed racer from Miyagi shows up and makes a tough bet against your toxic boyfriend in exchange for you. [COMPLETED] <this suna fic is connected to this fic as a spin off/ pt.2 kinda thing>

Do You Feel What I Do✨✨ by @seokiloquy (oneshot, soulmate au , fluff)where you feel bursts of pain/emotion from your soulmate. When they both realize they are soulmates (they don’t have to physically be together, it’s when both just know they are), each other’s name gets written on their wrist and the pain/emotion bursts lessen[COMPLETED]

How Do You Say…?  by @seokiloquy (oneshot, childhood freinds to lovers, fluff)[COMPLETED]

Breathe by @t0wnspersonb (oneshot, fluff) As the manager of Aoba Johsai, you take it upon yourself to make sure everyone is taken care of. Which is why you find yourself making sure that a certain captain isn’t pushing himself, especially after a knee injury. It’s not until an incident in the locker room that you begin to realize just how much Oikawa means to you.[COMPLETED]

The Miracle of Childbirth ✨by @oreosmama Yours (oneshot, humor) and Oikawa’s children were the most amazing creatures on Earth… except when they acted like munchkin-sized pain in the asses.[COMPLETED]

 On a Cold Winter’s Night ✨ by @oreosmama (oneshot, slight smut, fluff)Trapped in the university library due to a raging blizzard outside, you are forced to endure the cold night with the man you hate the most: the player who lives in the dorm across from you, Tooru Oikawa. But with tensions and anxieties at an all-time high, you begin to realize your feelings for Oikawa aren’t quite what you thought they were, especially when all he wants to do is keep you warm.[COMPLETED]

  Talking to the Moon ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending)After breaking up to go their separate ways after high school, YN and Oikawa struggle to accept the fact that neither is willing to give up their career paths for the other. Instead, they both confide in the moon, wishing that it was their other half. (Based on “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars.)[COMPLETED]

You’re jealous but you can’t do anything because you’re not dating him by @screamin-abt-haikyuu (oneshot, angst to fluff)[COMPLETED]

  Across the Hall by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending, slight smut) Across the hall lived Oikawa, a smug womanizer who never knew how to confront his one-night stands after their five minutes of fame. To avoid confrontation, he repeatedly seeks refuge in your apartment, or in his case, in your bed. But what happens when you start to grow feelings for this amorous neighbor of yours?[COMPLETED]

Fake Marks, True Love ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, angst with happy ending, slight smut) The hickey was fake, but the pain Oikawa felt when he saw it? It was real, and it hurt like a bitch. “Who touched you?”[COMPLETED]

  I Wanna Build a Snowman ✨by @oreosmama (oneshot, fluff) Oikawa just wants to build a snowman on one of the coldest days of the year with his beloved girlfriend. What could go wrong?[COMPLETED]

Warm Embrace by @oreosmama (oneshot, fluff)Naked cuddles with Oikawa need no purpose.[COMPLETED]

Pain Split ✨by kaientai(oneshot, soulmate au)At the same time when Oikawa Tooru presumably fucked up his knee, you, an unsuspecting soccer player, received the injury of a lifetime.[COMPLETED]

Court of Kings by @venusdeus (arranged marriage, royalty au, enemies to lovers) Sent to a neighbouring kingdom to secure an alliance, forced to give up your dreams and ambitions, disregarded as a means to an end. You however have no desire to fulfil their wishes. And neither does Oikawa. [ONGOING] <guys...this fic hasn't been uploaded in a long time but I seriously love it so I am gonna be putting it here>

a love like winter ✓ | friends to lovers, angst by @tooruluv| teaser | pt 1 | pt 2 | pt 3 | pt 4 | pt 5 | pt 6 | pt 7 | pt 8 | pt 9 | pt 10 | pt 11 | pt 12 (final) |[COMPLETED]

peppermint ⌲ | roommate au, enemies to lovers, angst, smut edited and rewritten | updates every weekend by @tooruluv |teaser | pt 1 | pt 2 |[COMPLETED]

love, always by @saintobio (heavy angst, past lovers, amnesia) 3 years since the accident and you’ve regained most of your memories back, but there’s still one missing puzzle piece that only your boyfriend’s best friend can complete. the question is, will you let him? [COMPLETED]

da capo✨✨ by krystallisert(soulmate au, unrequited love, pinning)Nothing could've stopped you from falling in love with Oikawa Tooru. Not the neatly drawn mark ever present on his wrist, nor the looks of pity on your best friend's face whenever she catches you staring at the brunet. [COMPLETED]

Rewind (Part I), Rewind (Part II) by @mitsuki-murakami (twoshot, soulmate au, fluff, angst) A Soulmate AU where you will keep looping your life until you meet your soulmate.[COMPLETED]

think of me by @mitsuki-murakami (oneshot, heavy angst)How could you think that this wouldn't hurt me?[COMPLETED]

The Gift of a Greek God by Orphan_account Oikawa Tooru is Eros in all of his glory. Beauty, love, and desire overwhelmingly packed into one being.And you? The human (un)fortunate enough to be raked into one of his deals. [COMPLETED]

but my lungs fell so small by krystallisert (medieval au, enemies to friends to lovers, princess! reader, knight! oikawa)The intricacies of war is something you do not know much of. But still, you’d heard about the unrest to the south, the rumors of dissent and the anti-capitol posters. If you could trace back to the first protest, the first whisper of treason, would you be able to pinpoint the exact moment a war became an inevitability ?The capitol gates come crashing down with an explosion of gunpowder and debris. [ONGOING]

The Underground ✨✨by butterflytint (enemies to friends to lovers) you've always been meticulous, turning to hacking as a simple hobby. Following the death of your brother, you went off the rails in efforts of finding his killers. You're backed into a corner when you're caught hacking the police and government organizations by a charming secret agent/criminal, Tooru Oikawa. You find out it has something to do with your brother and you didn't know him as well as you thought you did. [COMPLETED]

Two Stories💖✨ by deltachye(college au, fluff, angst)your face is in my dreams; but in reality, so far.[COMPLETED]

Splash of Color by RizRice(friends to lovers, starngers to lovers, fluff, slice of life)Routines can get a little boring. As structured as they may be, the world can begin to look black and white. But once a splash of color hits your nose, the routine you once held dear changes.[COMPLETED]

The Popular Guy by crescentsteel (smut, fluff, angst, humor)You only saw him from afar – Oikawa Tooru. He’s just perfect. He’s so kind to his fans, so hardworking, so ambitious. So unreachable. You’re fine with that though. Seeing him around was enough for you. You count yourself lucky that you were able to talk to him one time before graduation. But when university started, he was there waiting for you, and in his hand was the letter you never intended to send.[COMPLETED]

BULLY by neptunecookie (enemies to lovers, angst, smut) when y/n signed up for summer camp, she didn’t expect to be stuck with her high school bully for a month.[COMPLETED]

First Love, Late Spring by miyachondria(oneshot, exes to lovers, post timeskip)Oikawa Tooru’s eyes are still the same shade of honey brown, and you still fall in love the way you used to: hard, plummeting, like a burning comet making its way across the night sky.[COMPLETED]

Perfect (Oikawa x Plain! Reader)✨ by MrsTanaka(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)Soulmate AU in which you share a talent or talents with your partner.[COMPLETED]

Enough By StilemaWillow (oneshot, soulmate au) You can feel eachother's emotions.[COMPLETED]

I don't like your Shampoo ✨by @hinac0lada (oneshot, soulmate au, humor)[COMPLETED]

good enough ✨by @teamatsumu (oneshot, soulmate au, insecure! reader)[COMPLETED]

Till it Breaks by deltachye (angst, romance)In sickness and in health; ‘till death do us part… Or ‘till his mind broke, leaving you behind with nothing but a shattered heart when he asked quietly, “who are you?” [COMPLETED]

Unspoken by just_j (friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pinning) Oikawa has been in love with you since you became a manager for the university’s volleyball team, but keeps it to himself in fear of what his fan club might do to you if they found out.[COMPLETED]

Breath by visi(fantasy au, enemies to lovers)You think that your escape as a secluded witch in the forest would be much more successful if there wasn't another irritable, attractive inhabitant already.[COMPLETED]

目送 ; five times oikawa didn’t look back and the one time he did by vogonpoetry (oneshot, angst with happy ending, tooth rooting)you spend a lifetime watching him go, sometimes with your stomach tied in knots, sometimes with tears in your eyes, but always with love.[COMPLETED]

Cross the Pacific✨  by @seokiloquy (oneshot, angst, fluff, slight! sugawara)[COMPLETED]

The only stranger in the room✨ by @ugh-tsumu (oneshot, soulmate au) The day you are introduced as the (Aoba Johsai’s) volleyball team’s new manager is also the day you’re supposed to meet your soulmate. Coincidentally, this is also the day Oikawa arrives late.[COMPLETED]

For You, Black Petals  by @seokiloquy (oneshot, hanahaki, angst) It’s alright to love someone who does not love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.[COMPLETED]

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Idk of request are still opens, but if no you can just ignore this haha.

Sooo can you do an escenario of hua cheng x male!reader x xie lian where the reader was the best friend of xie lian before xian le fell and like with the power of character backstory they knew hua cheng aswell.

That was like the context, but my request is like:

After the 800 years of previous events, xie lian, hua cheng and the reader meet again at the banyue arc(with xie lian meeting hua cheng fisrt ofc) and when they saw the reader (who ill suppose died by saving xie lian from something and u know, ✨️drama✨️) they can't belive it cus his soul should have been banished and welp. After the end of the thing (timeskip) when the reader tries to leave after helping em' with the mission, both xie lian and hua chen stop him from doing so. But why did M/N tried to leave as fast as possible? Hoho, well let's say he accidentaly inhaled a flowers scent wich had an strong afrodasic and didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of his dearest friends and tried to leave (failling miserably) and we all know both of our bois are so fricking touch starved at this point and here is where the smut makes it's presentation. (idk much about that so u can just wite it however you'd like, but reader should be the bottom oh yes hahah)

ik its a large request so if its too much just ignore me haha 😭.

A tender touch🌺

Xie Lian & Hua Cheng x m!reader

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, novel and donghua spoilers, little bit violence, breeding, m!sex

A/N: I’m not the best when it comes to smut, especially when it’s threesome so warning, this is really cringe🥲 but I hope you like it

The floor of the temple was icy, freezing, just like the atmosphere which surrounded them. Fear seeped through y/n, who was kneeling on the cold ground, before the altar of a temple on which Xie Lian was chained on. He didn’t know if he was more afraid of the creature, the monster with white half crying-smiling mask or this thing hurting Xie Lian - his prince, his best friend, his beloved. The latter. In his hand, was the little ghostfire who tried to keep them out of the temple and warn them. y/n felt pity for it.

He bowed down, his forehead touching the ground. ‘’Please. I beg you. Take me. Have mercy on His Highness. Whatever you plan to do, please take me instead of him.’’ y/n straightened himself a little and looked with teary eyes towards the white clothed creature, pleading, ‘’I beg you… punish me for whatever he has done,’’ he whispered desperately. ‘’Y/N! STOP IT! I FORBID YOU TO SAY ANOTHER WORD. YOU WILL NOT SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR ME!’’ Xie Lian screamed. The creature laughed out loud, slowly moving towards yn, like a predator. ‘’DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM, YOU FUCKER. LEAVE HIM OUT OF THIS.’’ The Crown Prince screamed but to no avail, the creature ignored him. y/n gulped as he got closer. ‘’My my, are you a brave one,’’ he stopped right in front of him and crouched down to be on the same eye level, the little ghost still in his hand, ‘’and so stupid. Willing to give your life for someone else's sins and choices.’’

y/n eyes widened slightly after the realization. He whispered to the mask in front of him, ‘’kill me instead then.’’ The little fire started to glow even more, little sounds coming from it. ‘’Oh I will. Let’s see what face His Highness will make after it.’’ The next second Fang Xin pierced through y/n.

y/n looked at the ground, in shame and sadness. He didn’t dare to look His Highness in the eyes, or even San Lang, who he knew was actually Hua Cheng. ‘’I don’t understand…how?’’ The Crown Prince was in shock, in disbelief. Xie Lian saw his best friend being killed in front of his eyes by White No-Face. Same as Xie Lian, Hua Cheng felt some kind of betrayal and hurt, he - being a little pitiful and weak ghostfire - also was in that temple and saw everything. If he really somehow survived, why didn’t he come looking for His Highness? It has been 800 years…

‘’Tell me, how are you here? What happened to you?’’ Xie Lian asked, his earlier shock turning into a sadness. y/n looked at San Lang then Xie Lian. ‘’Did you really think he would have let me die? That easily? My life was worse than hell, a constant torture after that night.’’ He looked away from them, towards the darkness of the cave. All hidden and locked up memories coming back to him. ‘’He did that only to torment and manipulate you. And me.’’ Xie Lian let out a sight he realized he was holding. Hua Cheng’s eyes were full of sorrow. They looked at each other then back to y/n.

He looked at Xie Lian, ‘’I’m sorry, Your Highness. After that, I didn’t dare to show my face anymore. Not like the monster would have let me. I was afraid. I hated myself for I couldn’t save you in the end. I blame myself till this day. You had to go through so much because I was too weak to protect you.’’ Hua Cheng’s dead heart warmed in that moment. After all, he felt the exact same way. He blamed himself for not protecting the two when they needed it the most. But he is here now, and he will protect them for eternity, from now on.

‘’Can you forgive me, Your Highness? I understand if you don’t want to or-’’ Xie Lian gave a sad smile and moved closer to y/n. ‘’There is nothing to forgive. You did nothing wrong. It was never your fault, it was White No-Face who did this. I just wish you hadn't been there. I’m sorry you had to go through this, because of me.’’ The prince leaned closer and hugged his former friend. It took the man by surprise but gladly accepted it. The warmth of his best friend being so foreign to him. He locked eyes with San Lang who looked at him with sadness. y/n gave him a sweet smile of reassurance, for which the Ghost King smiled back.

After that the three stuck together the whole mission. y/n and San Lang got to know each other more, surprisingly they clicked immediately. Hua Cheng and Xie Lian still didn’t know how y/n survived that night. He wasn’t a god, neither a ghost so what was he? But they understood that it was not their business if y/n didn’t want to tell them.

Currently, everyone was looking for the Banyue Fern to use as an antidote for the scorpion-tailed snake’s venom. Unfortunately, y/n had strayed too far from the others. He realized it when he found flowers that shouldn’t be growing in a desert. They were bright, colorful and smelled so nicely. They were tempting. They were so very familiar…

NO! The land of the tender! They were the tender flowers that contained strong aphrodisiacs. The moment he realized he backed off. Thank the heavens that these flowers didn’t speak or he would have surely done something he couldn’t even imagine. He ran back to the others, hoping that the aphrodisiac didn’t make it to his system.

After all the hell was over and the mission completed, Earth Master Ming Yi and Wind Master Shi Qingxuan came to take Pei Xiu back to heaven realm. The gods exchanged a few words. Beside Hua Cheng, y/n felt ill. His body temperature had risen after the tender flowers. He was sweating and his knees felt weak. He holds one hand in front of his lower face to hide his reddened face and to seal his mouth. Hua Cheng turned to him, concerned, ‘’y/n? Is everything alright? You seem… sick.’’ Only thing he could do was nod his head and turn away from him.

With every passing second he could feel more sweat forming on his skin, he wanted to let out sounds he thought he could never form. He felt a painful pulsing between his legs. Seeing Xie Lian and Hua Cheng next to him didn’t help, it made it all worse. Slowly, he started to back off but Hua Cheng grabbed his forearm before he could escape. Xie Lian walked over to them. ‘’y/n, what’s wrong?’’ He walked to him and put his palm on his forehead to feel his temperature. ‘’You are burning! You must have a fewer.’’ Feeling his prince’s touch he put his hand over his mouth even harder. He let out weird noises that neither of the two understood. y/n shook his head. ‘’Gege, we have to get him somewhere else. I don’t think it’s sickness.’’

The two brought y/n to an old empty house of Banyue. They put him on the floor, making him sit against a wall. Only sound that was heard was y/n’s constant breathing. With shaky hands he tried to open his robe. ‘’Y-you two… you h-have to leave.’’ Xie Lian was first to react. He crouched down in front of him, ‘’we will not. Tell us what happened?’’

He helped y/n and tore the robe’s front open so he could get some cold air. His fingers brushed against y/n’s hot skin which made him let out a little whine. Xie Lian’s breath stuck, but he didn’t back off. ‘’T-the flowers, t-tender…’’ the arousal he felt made it hard to talk. San Lang came next to Xie Lian and put his hand on y/n’s chest, feeling his fast heartbeat. y/n wrapped his fingers around San Lang’s wrist, not wanting him to pull away.

‘’That’s what I thought,’’ Hua Cheng whispered, mostly to himself. ‘’Please…’’ y/n’s other hand made it to his hard erection. His hand was quickly replaced with Xie Lian’s, ‘’you helped us today so well, it’s only fair if we help you now.’’ The prince and the Ghost King gave a knowing smile to each other. Hua Cheng tore the whole robe to shreds, freeing the whole body beneath it free to the cold air of Banyue. Xie Lian leaned in and kissed his old friend, his- no- their beloved.

His tongue taking the lead and exploring every corner he could find. His fingers ran delicately over y/n soft pink nipples. The man didn’t see the point to hold back anymore and let out all the sounds that were stuck in his throat. Hua Cheng also leaned closer and wrapped his fingers around y/n’s precum leaking cock. He slightly pressed on to the pink tip which made y/n whine against Xie Lian’s mouth.

‘’Don’t worry, love. We will take good care of you,’’ whispered Hua Cheng. Xie Lian leaned back, a string of saliva connecting the two. ‘’Have I ever told you how beautiful you are, y/n?’’ Xie Lian said while taking off his white robe. Hua Cheng followed and his red clothing was thrown somewhere he could care less. This time Xie Lian took y/n's pulsing cock and started slowly moving his hand up and down. San Lang latched his mouth onto y/n’s sensitive nipple, kissing and teasing it. y/n moaned their names, feeling himself nearing. ‘’X-Xie Lian…nghh San L-Lang, I’m g-gonna cum.’’ Xie Lian’s other hand played with y/n’s smooth hair, ’’cum for us, dear.’’ He came without a second thought.

The Crown Prince gave him a sweet, loving smile, pecked his darling’s soft lips and started moving towards his abdomen, leaving butterfly kisses behind. He took all of y/n in his mouth, swallowing his cum in the process. With his experience in sword swallowing in the past it wasn’t very hard. He had no gag reflex.

While Xie Lian was busy with y/n’s cock, San Lang used his own precum and saliva as a lube and smeared it on his own hard cock. y/n felt his second orgasm coming. In ecstasy he grabbed Xie Lian’s hair, not wanting him to pull away. ‘’Y-your Highness…mm,’’ The prince started to run his fingers gently across y/n’s body. Being so hot, bothered and sensitive, this act threw him over the edge again and he came deep into Xie Lian’s mouth. ‘’Xie Lian…’’ he breathed out a whisper, barely hearable. ‘’Such a good boy, aren’t you? So good for us,’’ Hua Cheng teased with his low voice. The man beneath let out a desperate whine, knowing what’s coming next. The black haired king leaned closer, giving him a gentle kiss on his forehead and lips. ‘’I’ll try to be gentle.’’ Xie Lian went to y/n’s neck and started to suck marks into his skin.

San Lang positioned himself in front of y/n’s unprepared entrance and slowly entered. Feeling soft and thigh walls around him he let out a grunt, entering inch by inch. y/n let out loud cries from the pain. Tears started to drip down from the corners of his eyes. Xie Lian shushed him, assuring that everything was alright. He kissed the tears away and started to abuse his mouth with his tongue again. When Hua Cheng was finally all in, and confirmed that y/n wasn’t uncomfortable anymore, he started moving his hips. At the beginning it was slow and gentle, as time went by he started to speed up. Rocking in and out like an animal in heat.

He pulled y/n’s legs more towards him to hit that one spot that surely made his darling lose it. y/n grabbed onto Xie Lian to steady himself. ‘’Gods y/n…’’ San Lang moaned, feeling his peak coming. He pressed y/n into a mating position, to look him into his beautiful tear stained eyes while he cums deep into his gore. y/n screamed, feeling overstimulated. ‘’S-San L-Lang… p-please,’’ with a few more pumps he came inside.

After a few moments he pulled out, panting. Feeling himself coming down from his high. He watched how some of his seed tried to come out of y/n. He pushed it back inside with his fingers, smiling, feeling some kind of pride. ‘’You are so beautiful like this. Now my beloved…’’ Xie Lian moved away from his side and placed himself on top of y/n. He already knew that it was going to be a long night.

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Hii! I have an angst/smut request for Will Smith, but please don’t write this if you're uncomfortable doing so because I know some people are simply because he is on the younger side. Anyway, I was thinking Will, even though he's doing super well as a rookie, he's constantly compared to Macklin, and maybe one night it's just hitting him super hard and he's insecure, thinking that reader might want someone like Mack more than she wants him, and after finally getting him to talk to her, she basically worships him and shows him that she loves him for him, and not anyone else. I’m thinking a slightly sub!Will. Please and thank you!

made this into a kinda blurb thingy... hope that's okay!! and i really hope you enjoy, thank you so much for requesting aaaa i had so much fun writing this 🥰

it was a rough game for will.

not only was it yet another pointless game from his side – the third in a row, even – and he felt like nothing else really worked out for him, either. his passes always ended up on his opponents' sticks, and he had several critical misses in the defense.

macklin, on the other hand, had a great game. two goals plus one assist. and while will should be happy for his close friend having a good game, he just can't. he would never admit it himself, but he's jealous – and even insecure.

will is confident in most parts of his life. he knows he's a fairly good-looking dude (though you disagree – he's unfairly good-looking), he has a lot of friends, he's a great hockey player – and he even has a lovely partner who's open about how much she cares about and loves him. but today, it's like all of that knowledge is washed away. today, everything is terrible.

it doesn't help that the first thing he saw when leaving the locker room after the game was you hugging mack and congratulating him on a good game. the fact that mack looked at you with those puppy eyes of his as you stroked his hair doesn't make the situation better, either.

the game ended up in an overtime loss, at home, and of course will had been on the ice when the sharks surrendered the final goal. it's no surprise to you that he's completely silent as he drives home, and you're not shocked when he drops his hockey bag by the front door and beelines for the bedroom the second you walk inside, either. you decide to give him some time and space, because you know it usually helps. but when he doesn't come out for 30 minutes, you can't help but follow him.

"sweetheart?" you ask as you step into the dark bedroom. the lights may not be on, but you know he's not sleeping yet. you know that his mind is running with replays of every action from the night. "do you want to talk for a bit?"

"what even is there to say?" he groans after a few moments of silence. "i was terrible."

"you weren't terrible," you counter, making your way over to the bed and sitting down next to him. "everyone has bad days. even players as good as you."

"but not players as good as mack."

his words make you frown. "why would you bring him up now?"

"because he's ten times the player i am." despite the complete darkness, you can make out the features of his face; his distinct jawline, his cute nose, his pretty eyes that are staring straight up into the ceiling. "because you'll leave me for someone better."

"excuse me?" you almost choke on the air. "what are you talking about?"

"why would you not want someone like mack? an actually good player, and…"

his words trail off when you lean down a little, caressing his cheek with your hand. "because he's not as gorgeous as you," you whisper, leaning down to give his lips a fleeting peck. "and because he isn't as good of a kisser."

after a longer kiss, will speaks up again. "and how do you know that he's not a good kisser? you ever tried it?"

you're glad to see a smile finally return to his lips, even though it's a teasing grin, and yet you can't help but slap his shoulder playfully. "shut up, i'm trying to be romantic." he holds his hands up in surrender, gaze stuck on you as you climb onto his lap. his arms snake around your waist as he feels your mouth on his yet again, your lips melting against his. "i wouldn't want someone like mack, because he probably doesn't have as sexy of a body as you do," you mumble against him, hands trailing down his front before tugging on the hem of his t-shirt.

he helps you pull it off his body, resting down again with his hands steady on your waist. he inhales shakily, adams apple bobbing in his throat as you trace kisses down his bare chest and muscular stomach.

"his skin isn't as kissable as yours is," you hum, biting down gently on the side of his ribs. "doesn't taste as good as you do." when you scoot down a little, your ass brushes along the hardening length in his pants, and you let out a little chuckle. "shit, are we eager already?" you roll your hips down on him, eyebrows raised.

will watches you with a dazed expression, and it takes him a few seconds too many to register your words. when he does, he lets out a huff of a laugh himself, nodding erratically. "definitely," he says, voice breathless from anticipation, his fingers digging into your sides.

your hands find his zipper, pulling it down almost insanely slowly. "and finally," you continue, eyes finding his again. "he couldn't make me feel as good as you do." you drag his pants down his thighs, his boxers following along, and the cold air makes his erection twitch before your warm palms wrap around him. "no one makes me feel as good as you do. you make me feel so full, you hit every spot deep inside of me, stretch me out so well…"

a shiver shoots down his spine and his eyes flutter closed instantly. as one of your hands lazily strokes him up and down, your other hand lands on his chest as you lean up to be face-to-face with him again. your nose brushes against his once, before you press a featherlight kiss to his lips.

"you gonna make me feel good tonight, baby? in the way only you can?"

there's no way he could say no to that.

[written-in-flowers]

Their Pretty Lady: Masterlist

Pairing: Demonline x fem!reader | side pairings: demon!ateez x fem!reader

Genre: Heavy smut, angst and fluff MINORS DNI

AU: demon au, darkfic (in some parts)

Summary: YN has been in the hellish Inferno for seven years. After years of enslavement, she falls into the laps of Lords Seonghwa, Hongjoong and San. What seems to be a cushy position ends up being the key to her true identity.

Tags: listed in chapters, overall Christianity/religious themes, Dante's Divine Comedy inspired, demon!ateez, fem!reader, demon!reader (eventually).

Pretty Lady Playlist

Parts in Order:

Part 1: The Lady

Their Pretty Pet (demonline)

His Darling (demon!San)

His Kitten (demon!Seonghwa)

His Pet (demon!Hongjoong)

His Student (demon!Yeosang)

His Obsession (demon!Mingi)

His Mistress (demon!Jongho)

His Goddess (demon!yunho)

His Muse (demon!wooyoung)

Part 2: The Demons

Her Pretty Lords (demonline)

Her Lover (demon!Hongjoong)

Her Mate (demon!Seonghwa)

Her Soldier (demon!San)

Her Guardian (demon!Mingi)

Her Tamer (demon!Yunho)

The B-Sides

The Costume (demon!woosan)

[kiestrokes]

Say My Name | NSFW

🍺Pairing: Fratboy!Song Mingi x AFAB!Reader/You/Yn 🍺Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 🍺Word Count: 5,839 🍺Genre: some slices of life, mild inner turmoil, college au, smut. 🍺Warnings: this storyline does have polyamory/open relationships intertwined, bisexual/pansexual orientations for: Yoon Jeonghan, Jeong Yunho; Jung Wooyoung; Choi San and Song Mingi, jealous ex boyfriends, drinking, smoking weed, cursing.

🍺Sexually Explicit Content: mention of threesomes, mxm, fxm, fxmxm, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, condoms, orgasms (both), clit stim, nipple stim, hair pulling, kissing (with tongue), deep sex (or rough sex, but not bdsm level, and no degradation), slight praise, let me know if I missed anything.

🍺Summary: You and Yunho have been childhood best friends since your mothers grew up together, living in different towns but spending all the holidays together. The friendship has always been light and easy, never serious. Reconnecting in college and exploring each other in new ways. After a second breakup with your high school sweetheart, Yunho propositions you to break your dry spell with his new fraternity brother transfer and high school friend Song Mingi. How could you say no?

🗝️ Note:  Welcome to my gay frat house I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ it didn’t start out this wayyy. But YunWoo took over my brain a week into writing this last year. In addition to the YunGi brainrot that kind of started this. Technically it was the Booty Wurk dance where Yunho looked like Mingi that we all have to blame. But anyway. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you did 💋

🍺Edit: I deleted a little under 2k of this fic that I just did not like, I had tacked it on under pressure. What is below is what I originally wrote and felt was not "good enough" to share...on tumblr...about fictional characters.

🍻Beta Reader(s): @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @chans-room in addition to massive thank you to Sunny and B for helping me in the midst of final edits when my imposter syndrome took over.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

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You release a deep sigh, thumb skimming the text invite that Yunho had dropped in your group chat last weekend.

“You sure you’re good to do this?”

Yeosang’s hand touches your shoulder, drawing you back into your budget uber, a squashed Nissan Leaf.

“Yea, I need a hook up and some trash frat booze to solidify the end of my shitty relationship.”

Yeosang nods in agreement, he couldn’t take much more of your dorm room hermit-ing. Post high school sweetheart breakup (for the second time). You’re still unsure how you were convinced to give him a second chance.

“Let's go then, looks like the party is in full swing.”

You finally look out the window, the 1940s brick craftsman is borderline radioactive with the amount of neon lights covering it inside and out.

The two of you make your way up the neatly trimmed lawn, taking care not to disrupt the group of stoners that are gazing up at the stars trying to locate the big dipper.

Yeosang’s white netted shirt glows an otherworldly purple as you descend into the black lights inside the house.

You’d chosen a comfortable party fit. But did take Yeosang’s advice and threw on the top he’d suggested. Hoping that the magic it was doing for your cleavage was enough to get you laid tonight.

The two of you locate a familiar face among the crowd; Hongjoong is sitting on the stairs carefully rolling a blunt. You lick your lips at the sight of his tongue flicking out to seal the wrapper.

Shit, you really needed to get laid tonight.

“Hey HJ,” You nod to the person leaning on the wall next to him and they smile politely back.

“Hey! I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

You roll your eyes as Hongjoong hugs the two of you at once.

“As if you’d let me ditch this time.”

Hongjoong smirks at you as he reclaims his seat on the stairs.

“Where’s Woo?” Yeosang asks, hoping his friend hasn’t already gotten into trouble.

“Oh, Yunho and Woo are both downstairs, they’re doing a little dance thing.”

Hongjoong passed the blunt he’d been rolling to his companion. Waving his hand dismissively towards the entry of another room.

“Through the kitchen right?” Yeosang says, slipping his hand in yours, tugging you in what you can only imagine is the direction of the kitchen.

“Mmhmm.” Hongjoong murmurs, sending you a wink as you slip into the crowd, “good luck!”

Yeosang guides you in front of him once you locate the basement stairs. You’re thankful for all the brightness of the yellow rope lighting as you clamber down the sticky stairs. The music reaches your ears immediately.

“Oh my god, are we in 2012? Who the fuck is playing Booty Wurk?”

“Haven't you seen the new TikTok dance?”

“No.”

You and Yeosang descend the final layer of stairs just in time for the first chorus and an eyeful of your childhood best friend with a cap low over his eyes dancing in perfect sync with Wooyoung to the older R&B song.

Yeosang’s gasping face is a mirror of yours when you turn to him.

The two of you take up real estate on the stairs to watch their little show above the heads of the gathered college crowd.

You screech as the hip rolls start, and Yeosang shakes you as your two friends glide through the crowd. Dancing a path until Wooyoung is on his knees and you notice the person filming him. Wooyoung tugs the brim of his hat and slams the camera away.

The crowd screams, engulfing the boys in hugs and cheers. The two of you join in the cheers, before trying to get their attention.

“WOO! YUNHO!” You shout, waving your hands.

Yunho’s head snaps up and a grin fills his face as he comes to scoop you off the stairs in a spinning hug.

“You made it!” His smile widens when he sets you down.

“Yea, yea no big deal” you wave his excitement off.

“I want you to meet someone, where did he go…” Yunho breaks off as he scans the room.

“Can I least get a drink off before you start forcing socialization on me?”

Your pre-hookup jitters have made a reappearance, and you’re secretly wishing you had snuck off to get high with Hongjoong instead.

He laughs, “ok, ok. Woo? Yeo?”

Their heads pop up and they push away from their perches against the wall where they had been reviewing the dance video, to join you. The four of you weave through bodies to the fraternity's wet bar.

Yunho sets to work mixing up some drinks when another T-Pain song scratches across the speakers, and Wooyoung shouts in delight as the whole crowd starts singing offkey to Buy U A Drank.

Your best friend shakes his head laughing to himself.

“What?”

“I know where he is now,” Yunho wags his brows at you as he passes a cup to you and Yeosang who is watching the screaming crowd with confused curiosity.

“I can’t see anything!” You turn to Yunho, as he takes a sip of his drink regarding you over the rim with mischievous eyes.

He taps the bar counter, “hop up here.”

He sets his cup down on the other side and lifts you into the counter before you have time to think.

A small circle has formed around three people. In the center is a guy with dyed silver hair, shaggy and falling across his eyes.

“That’s Song Mingi,” Yunho smirks up at you.

Ahhh, mystery fratboy finally has a name.

You roll your eyes back at him, as if hadn’t been sending you propaganda of his high school friend the last two weeks leading up to the party.

Both of you turn back to the dancers, and you take a big gulp of your drink as he starts body rolling along with the others. The exception is- his gyrations are ridiculously fluid putting the other two dancers to shame.

“Fine, he’s cute” you yield, and Yunho leans into the side of your legs with a triumphant laugh.

“He’s more than cute, he has perfect proportions,” Yunho takes another sip of his drink before turning his face to yours, “still wanna test him out for me?” Yunho whispers against your cheek, his hand giving your knee a squeeze.

Your eyes couple briefly before yours drift to Yunho’s smiling lips, and you grant him a nod and a quick peck.

“He has to fuck well with moves like that,” Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s arm, and the other guy rolls his eyes.

“Wait, why is everyone confused whether Mingi is good in bed or not?”

Your question goes unanswered. Leaving you vaguely worried that you’ve been roped into popping someone’s cherry. But Yunho would do that to you.

Would he?

“That’s the one?” Yeosang questions you and Yunho, to which you both nod.

Yeosang purses his lips surveying the dance moves, he himself is not interested in the same shenanigans as Yunho and Wooyoung. He had simply come to grab a free drink and deliver you to Yunho.

Or take you home if you weren’t feeling up to it.

“He does have pretty proportions,” Yeosang nods, mutually agreeing with Yunho.

Wooyoung slaps Yeosang across the chest, “Mingi has pretty everything you should see his-”

“Agh.”

Yeosang slaps his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth, face contorted in disgust at the oversharing.

“Do I want to know?” You query Yunho.

“I honestly have no idea, Mingi still hasn’t been with a guy to my knowledge or hooked up with anyone since he transferred.”

Oh, maybe that’s why everyone’s so unsure if he’s good in bed or not.

“We went skinny dipping!”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes while stealing a sip of your drink.

“Ahhh…” Yunho wags his eyebrows, “with San?”

Wooyoung sends Yunho a glare at the mention of Yunho’s opposing frat president, “San stood guard.”

Yunho and Wooyoung appear to be having an argument with their eyes, one that you and Yeosang have apparently not been clued in on. As Yeosang looks at you with confused brows and you shrug in response.

Time to diffuse this before it escalates.

“I really need to meet this DJ.”

You steal your cup back from Wooyoung as another 2000’s club hit comes on.

“Oh, it's just Seonghwa! He wants to see you both,” Wooyoung’s festering mood quickly dissolves as he turns to lead the way to the makeshift DJ booth.

“Just Hwa,” You and Yeosang share a secret smile.

Yeosang had developed a small crush on the upperclassman, something about his eyebrows.

You slip off the counter and Yunho’s lips brush your ear, “that’s your other surprise.”

“Mine or Yeosang’s?”

You laugh lightly, nudging Yeosang in front of you.

By the time you shuffle through all the bodies Mingi is also waiting at the booth. Chatting eagerly to Seonghwa, who is in full alter ego, DJ Mito gear.

Wooyoung excitedly begins to introduce you and Yeosang when Mingi blurts out, “the one that needs to get laid.”

“To clarify, that is not me,” Yeosang raises his hand in earnest.

All of you laugh at both of their honesty. Mingi flushes suddenly dissolving into a giant puppy in front of you, staring at his shoes.

Oh, now this you can definitely work with.

“Well, it’s true.” You shrug, “and you’re the one that’s been selected to take care of that situation for me?”

Mingi looks shyly at you under his brow top teeth worrying his bottom lip before he gives a nod.

You stifle a groan and take a sip of your drink, or more accurately, down it.

Seonghwa’s attention turns back to mixing the music, one ear if his headphones off to listen to your group to the best of his multitasking capability.

Yunho’s laughs and bumps Mingi with his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, she doesn't bite…that hard.”

He teases, draping an arm across Mingi’s shoulders. You clock how Mingi leans eagerly into Yunho’s touch.

Interesting.

Yeosang catches your observing, raising his eyebrows at you to gather your attention.

“You good?” Yeosang mouths and you nod in return, eyes flicking to Seonghwa but Yeosang shakes his head in dismissal.

“Next time,” you mouth back at him and his cheeks flush.

“Yeo come dance with me!”

Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s hands, sloshing punch everywhere.

Yeosang rolls his eyes in tender annoyance, “after I wash this off my hands.”

“I’ve got a couple of towels,” Seonghwa tosses one to Yeosang, as Wooyoung snatches the cup to chug the remnants of his drink.

“There! Now let's dance.”

Woo bounces as Yeosang purposely takes his time in drying himself off.

Your eyes flit back to Yunho, who is whispering something to Mingi as Yeosang delicately dabs his hands with the towel. Yunho turns to kiss your temple before collecting a needy Wooyoung, a reluctant Yeosang and pushing Mingi towards you.

“Take care of her Mingles.”

Before you have time to object, three of your friends melt into the crowd and Seonghwa sends you a conspiratorial wink.

Mingi looks up at you from under his bangs, “wanna dance?”

You flash him a startled smile and nod, pulling his hands from his pockets and slinking through the crowd together to a little spot on the floor.

Through the forest of arms, you see Yeosang and Wooyoung with arms draped across each other's shoulders, foreheads touching and hips undulating to the beat. Yunho dances behind them with a mutual friend from a sorority, his eyes find yours and he wags his brows as if he was smirking with his eyes.

Mingi’s hands switch from shy to confident as he turns you to face him, slotting you over his leg and fingers biting softly into your hips. You laugh warmly at his boldness and loop your arms around his neck and roll in time with him. He beams down at you.

“What?” You tilt your head in question.

“Should have known that all of Yunho’s friends can dance.”

Mingi’s hands drift up your back to spin you around, facing away from him.

“I hardly call this dancing,” you call above the music.

His laugh rumbles against your spine and you let him press his front into your backside, your ass molding into the cavern of his hips. Allowing your head to drop back onto his shoulder, swaying your body in tandem with Mingi’s, as his hands skim across the front of your hips.

You make it through three songs, dazedly watching your friends through the crowd. Yunho’s fellow Greek friend has disappeared. He and Yeosang have sandwiched Wooyoung in a slow grind to the current song. Yunho keeps stealing reassuring glances at you and Mingi between the gyrating field of bodies.

Eventually you lose sight of them, sinking into the pleasant hum of your head and thrum of your body. A combination of the bass from Seonghwa’s music and the drink Yunho had mixed for you.

Mingi’s thumb skims under the hem of your top to stroke your stomach, causing you movements to stutter a little bit as he tentatively presses your clothed pussy into his thigh from behind.

“Hi.” Mingi breathes caging you in, “do you want to go upstairs where it is quieter?”

You tilt your head, “eager to get started already?” you tease.

“Something like that,” he nibbles his bottom lip again, waiting for your consenting nod before taking your hand and guiding you back towards the stairs.

On your way up to Mingi’s room you catch sight of Yunho making out with Wooyoung, while Yeosang taps away on his phone ignoring the pair.

A feat which you found so difficult that it causes you to miss a step and fall against Mingi.

Wooyoung is perched on the bar with Yunho between his legs, devouring one another. But that isn’t what causes your stuttering footwork on the stairs, it's Wooyoung’s pretty hands drifting down to clench equal handfuls of Yunho’s ass.

“Are you okay?”

Mingi’s voice snaps you out of your gaping, his warm eyes calling you back to him.

You give him a quick smile, “I will be in a minute.”

-

This is how you ended up in your current position, sprawled under the massive man named Mingi. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and your blood was already racing each time he looks up at you from under his lashes.

“Are you still okay with this?” His fingertips stroke your cheek.

You nod your mouth parting as his thumb pressed into your bottom lip. Mingi’s resolve was lost when the tip of your tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, a soft moan escaping him before pressing his lips to yours.

The two of you quickly find a dance of lips, teeth and tongue. Mingi licks eagerly into your mouth, almost stealing your air with how hard he sucks on your tongue. You nibble his bottom lip in response. The two of you shudder against each other, gasping for air before diving right back into ravaging one another's mouths.

You let your hands explore his body, over the loose black tee he has tucked into the matching pants. Pulling it loose so that you can trail your fingers up the soft skin of his spine.

Mingi nudges your nose with his, signaling you to tilt your head so that he could get more access. Your pelvis rocks up into his when he sucks your tongue, and he rolls back. A ghost of the moves you had seen earlier.

You tuck your hands into his fluffy faded hair and tug at the nape. Mingi moans low and deep into the back of your throat, the vibrations sending your nipples hard. As if he knew, his hand skidded up to squeeze a breast through your shirt and bra. You nip at his lip in response.

He chuckles low, pulling back to meet your gaze, “do you even know my name?”

“Mingi,” you whisper, and you watch how his pupils dilate in response.

Fueling your next assault, looping your arms around his neck and craning up to kiss each side of his jaw, “Song.”

A kiss to his cheek, “Mingi.”

Lastly, a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Mingi growls and the two of you begin frantically shedding your clothing, as soon as you are naked, he lifts you up the bed to rest against the pillows. He reclines back on his heels, the swell in his boxers looking dangerously bigger than you had anticipated.

“Still want to do this?”

Mingi laughs huskily at your consistently eager nod.

“I’ll go slow,” His voice oozes with reassurance.

You swallow and meet his eyes, sprawled before him like the last dinner, completely nude and exposed. His fingertips dimple into the top of your knees as he drinks you in.

Mingi slowly opens your knees, still testing you for any signs of push back or rejection of consent. You feel your timidness subside when Mingi’s eyes locked eyes with the swell of your pussy, when he couldn’t contain his tongue from flicking out to lick his lips.

Mingi reaches out to run his middle finger firmly down the slick valley of your folds, causing your hips to jerk as he bumps over tender the nerves of your clit.

“Sensitive?”

He looks up at you from under his lashes again, and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs shut and moan

“Yea,” you huff.

“It’s been a while and even then, my ex was always too tired to take care of my needs.”

“Of course he was,” Mingi let out a sarcastic laugh as he thrust two fingers inside you.

You gasp clutching the sheets, hips chasing his hand on their own accord.

“Are you okay?” He asks, gaze rising with the roll of your body until he meets your eyes, “I need to loosen you up a bit, so I don’t hurt you.”

You give a tight nod, breathing deeply through your nose as tendrils of arousal begin to spread their roots as he starts working his fingers. Your body is so keyed up from lack of intimate touch that you’re dousing his hand in what feels like seconds.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Mingi curls his fingers against the front wall of your cunt and his thumb lazily circles your clit as you pump your hips against his hand in blatant desperation. Chasing the foreign feeling of someone else bringing you to orgasm.

Coming so fast, that you grind your teeth together and clutch his brawny forearm as your body bows off the bed. The first orgasm coasting over you, like your first gasp of air.

Mingi moans at the sight of you and adds another finger, extending your orgasm until you’re trying to roll over to escape it. His other hand pins you to the bed by your thigh. You’re affixed, watching Mingi as he watches you with parted lips. Your hips meeting his thrusting hand and you convulse again. Mingi groans, his hand on your thigh tightening.

“Mingi-Mingi, ngh,” you claw at his arm as you feel the release gush around his fingers.

“That’s enough, I like it a little rough. Please, I want to feel you.”

You’re tugging his wrist and drawing your hips away. Mingi leans forward with a soft huff, brushing his lips against yours before grabbing a condom from the windowsill.

You stare at the sight above you, his rippling abdomen, the impulsive thoughts winning and you raked a hand gently down his stomach. He tenses in response and goose bumps erupt across his chest.

You drag your nails down the divide of his muscles slipping beneath the soft fabric of his fitted boxers and tilt your head back to meet his watchful eyes.

“You’re so soft.”

Mingi lets out a surprised laugh at your compliment, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“Would you like to keep touching me, or me to get started?” He whispers, lips kissing your earlobe.

You tuck your toes into the sides of his boxers and tug them down as a response. Mingi raises an eyebrow at you.

“My ex wasn’t always sex repulsed by me.”

You shrug and Mingi dives to plant another soft kiss on your lips as your fingertips idly stroke his length. Your thumb tracing the pearl of precum around the tip.

“Careful Mingi, you’ll make me think this was all because of me.”

You return his kisses as he mutters an, “it is” against your lips.

A hand coming up to grasp your breast, “all for these and this,” his large hand cups your damp pussy as he sinks back onto his heels.

His thumb strokes your bottom lip, “and really for this mouth and that smile.”

Mingi groans when you nip the tip of his thumb. His teeth rip open the condom in his other hand and he wastes no time in rolling it over his intimidating erection.

“Ready for me?”

Suddenly the shyness washes over him again, he fists his length, hand lightly bracing on your thigh and you can’t stop another eager nod in response.

Mingi holds true to his promise of going slow, rubbing his sheathed erection over your wet folds until you’re begging him to stop. Cunt clenching around nothing, needing to feel the stretch you know he will bring. He grips your hips, eyebrows pinching together as he lines up at your entrance.

You gasp as the fat head of his tip breaks inside, your hips chasing his cock to seek more and Mingi complies with a grunt of his own. Sinking slowly into you, his long fingers spreading your lower lips open to make his leisurely dive smoother for the both of you.

Your lungs feel empty by the time he is fully seated inside of you. His arms slide under your shoulders to hold the nape of your neck as he rocks upwards into you. The movement stroking places you have never felt.

“Oh fuck-" you clutch at his bicep, “Mingi.”

He kisses you again, mouth just as eager as earlier, rolling his hips deep into you as his tongue glosses over yours. Mingi rocks with a controlled place as your body tightens on itself again. His mouth seeks out your breast, tongue laving at your nipple and you gasp as he grazes it with his teeth.

“You like it a little rough right?” He looks up at you as his mouth sucks your nipple behind his teeth.

You cry out a “yes!” at the sensation.

Mingi moans in response around your breast. His hands reach down to wrap your legs around his hips as he sinks impossibly deeper against you. Stretching your entrance with his thick base in a way that makes you lose anything left of your resolve.

You’re filled up entirely with him, it doesn’t take long until you feel the tension building in your core, your walls squeezing around him.

Mingi abandons his marking of your breast to watch you. Clutching his ass, thrusting frantically into his stilled movement as he presses upwards into you so that it’s focused against the sensitive ridges of your glory spot.

“Say my name,” Mingi grunts.

His hands bruise into the valley of where your hips meet your thighs.

“Mingi,” your strangled whine comes, as heat blooms up your neck and across your cheekbones.

He groans holding himself firm, hands gliding up your ribcage to give each of your breasts a synchronized squeeze.

“That’s it baby, use me all you want, this is about you.”

Mingi puffs out short pants, not unaffected by your movements either. Squeezing your breasts entirely with a pitchy whine of his own, as your legs shudder around his thighs.

“Mingi,” you beg and his hand slips to your jaw as your eyes flutter open to meet his.

Mingi’s lips connect with yours, tongues sweeping against each other. Until your head presses back into the pillow as your orgasm crests, as tight as his hand fisting the hair at the nape of your neck.

Mingi starts thrusting into you again, his lips parting, gazes fluttering open to meet and never leaving yours as he picks up speed. Drifting you through your second orgasm or the night.

“Shit,” Mingi grunts in response.

Hips lazily rolling into you, in a way you didn’t know was possible. The top of his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit.

“Mingi-”

He moans, “louder.”

“Mingi!”

You cry out in pleasure, and he lets go of his controlled strokes. One final crushing kiss to your lips he reaches down and throws your legs over his shoulders. The two of you moan in unison as he swirls wide circles into your cunt.

“How could anyone ever leave this pussy alone?”

Mingi pins your knees to your shoulders, thrusting your breasts between them obscenely, his eyebrows converging at the sight of you, his breathing becoming ragged.

“Oh god baby,” he sinks his weight into you, stealing your air.

You gasp and tremble in bliss at the depth his dick has reached.

“Mingi,” you breathe.

He continues to rock in and out with half pulled strokes. Ensuring he continues to fill you up entirely, not wanting to miss an inch of your canal seizing around him at his inviting intrusion.

“You look so good like this,” his gaze slips up to meet yours.

Your eyes flick down to the folds of your stomach, your tits bulging between the bracket of your thighs and whimper as you watch Mingi pull almost completely out suddenly and press back in slowly.

Who the fuck is this kid?

“Let's just do this a couple of times, please.”

You give him half a nod. Too taken by watching him. Gasping in rapture each time his body shudders, as you squeeze around his tip when he matches it to the entrance of your pussy.

Your insides fighting each thrust back in, a budding feeling so intense you can barely hold your eyes open. Sharp sounds leaving your lips in little uhts and uhs. Nails embedding into the caps of his shoulders.

“Does it feel good?” Mingi huffs, sounding strained.

Finally.

“So good Mingi,” you whimper.

“You're so wet for me, fuck. Can you come again?”

You gasp a “yes!”

Mingi thrusts in, pressing his hips up into your clit again causing the orgasm to begin unfurling.

“Oh god” you whimper, “they keep coming.”

Mingi lets out a stutter of groans intermingled with a raspy laugh, when your cunt clamps down on him. His jaw tightens and you fall apart when he firmly wedges himself inside, hand coming up to press on your stomach. You cry out silently as he repeats the motion until he gets what he is seeking.

You spray the lower part of his stomach, the cute little swell that sits between the peaks of his hip bones and he lets a ragged breath at the sight of you ruined underneath him.

“Oh oh-oh,” you thrash as your legs try to straighten at the sensation.

“Fuck yes!”

Mingi’s resolve finally breaks, hooking his thumbs into the ditch of your knees and letting loose. Hips pounding against yours as the waves of your orgasm roll back to form a new crest. His face hovering above yours, eyes lowered to watch how you take him, and he groans, gaze lifting to meet your lidded one.

You clutch at the blankets, face titling and greeting Mingi’s lips sloppily as you pant into each other's mouths between haphazard kisses.

Your body’s connecting with wet laps and tight thrusts. His damp chest brushing your stiffened nipples in an opportune way that has you coming again. The hardest one of the night, from the multiple points of stimulation happening to your body.

Maybe the hardest one ever.

Mingi’s body jerks and he lets out a booming version of your name as your insides clench him, spilling his own release into the condom as your orgasm seizes his cock. You cry out louder than all your grunts and moans before.

He lets your legs go and they numbly butterfly open around his waist, as your body trembles under his continuous motions.

Mingi whispers your name in repetition as he tosses his head back, toned hips working the both of you through the aftershocks.

You open your eyes when the roaring in your ears subsides and Mingi’s are still closed, his forehead pressed to yours. One hand braced on the pillow beside your head and the other idly stroking your calf.

“Fuck,” he swallows loudly.

You let out a breathy laugh and his eyes flutter open, and slowly, while holding your gaze he shifts back. Kissing each of your thighs as he lowers them, hands spreading across the soft of your stomach and rubbing back down to your front of your hips

“Are you ok?”

“Yea, very ok.”

Mingi smiles scooting back to slowly pull out. You shudder as the warmth of your own release leaks out of you and Mingi moans.

“You came so hard,” his thumb circles your entrance causing your hips to lift off the bed and a lewd moan to escape you- “don’t move.”

Mingi removes his hand, slipping off the bed to remove the condom. Tying it in a knot and tossing it into the bin by his desk.

He returns to you, erection still bobbing as he looks down at you with those hungry, dragon eyes. Seeking treasure.

“Can I?”

His eyes flick to yours, tongue peeking out the corner of his lips.

“Can you what?”

You shuffle up on tired elbows and yelp as Mingi sends you right back flat, tugging you to the end of the bed as he lowers into a crouch.

“What do you think, can I clean you up?”

You shift up again, nodding a little shyly and Mingi grins devilishly before opening you wide to him again.

“I’ll make it worth the trouble for you.”

“Trouble for me-umph.”

The question dies in your throat. There is no kitten licking or test kisses, he dives right in mouth suctioned to your dripping core. Sucking licking and moaning into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuck, Mingi!”

Your head drops between your shoulders as his hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, his nose bumping your clit with the passionate way he’s devouring your pussy.

“What happened to the bashful guy downsta-ah,” you break off into a wail.

Mingi moans as you shudder, undeniably leaking more arousal into his waiting mouth, you grasp at his hand, and he takes hold of your fingertips as the other sinks into his hair and he groans into your cunt when you pull.

“Mingi!”

Shamelessly rubbing your pelvis into his face as the tension starts to tighten again. Your brain is on fire with the feeling of his mouth on you, in combination with the pleasant ache in your core where he had just been. It’s all too much, and all too good at the same time.

“Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” you chant softly, “oh Mingi!”

He laps at you again and again in a way either of you can’t seem to get enough of by the telltale way he’s got a crushing grasp on your thighs as if his broad shoulders aren’t enough to keep you open to him. Mingi groans into your cunt, tongue flexing inside your entrance. Just as you're climaxing nicely you feel his teeth graze your clit.

Stars explode, never in your life had you felt your vision go dark and white at the same time. You cry out so strangely that you don’t even recognize your own voice. Your spine arching until the band snaps and sends you collapsing back against the bed, wheezing for air.

“Too much?”

You feel rather than see Mingi leave a kiss to your sex swollen pussy.

“What-what, the fuck was that?”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, “told you I’d make it worth it.”

Mingi slips from between your thighs and the bed sags on either side of your ribs, his lower half cloaking yours with welcome warmth as your eyes finally regain their ability to open.

You touch his cheek, gazing at him with newfound admiration, “who taught you to fuck like this?”

Mingi laughs and lowers his eyes almost bashfully, you groan. His intermittent shyness will no doubt be the death of you, and Yunho.

-

“Hey baby, we are going to miss breakfast if you don’t wake up.”

Mingi’s deep timbre melodiously sweeps into your dreamless sleep.

You groan, stretching around his body that’s sitting next to you on the bed. Eyes drifting open to find a much more scholarly version of the demon that turned your body into the aching, sated mess it is now.

“Are those real?”

Mingi touches the wire frame of his glasses, laughing shyly.

“Yea.”

“Mmm, so cute,” you pull him down for a kiss.

Mingi moans into your moan and suddenly your body isn’t so sore anymore. Hands drifting to the open collar of the buttons on his henley.

“Come on, our friends are waiting for us to head to breakfast.”

You groan in protest, kissing his neck.

“I could eat you for breakfast.”

Mingi moans low, his hand supporting your neck in a way that tells you he’s as close to giving up on food as you are, but his growling stomach makes you stop. His cheeks and ears turn pink

He retrieves a t-shirt and sweats that had been sitting at the foot of the bed, “picked you some of my stuff so you don’t have to do the walk of shame.”

“Careful, I might develop a little crush on a thoughtful guy like you.”

He nuzzles you again, “get dressed please, I want to eat and then come back and have you again. If that’s ok with you?”

Mingi pulls back to meet your gaze, puppy eyes on full display. Internally you’re crumbling into a swooning pile of nothing.

Fuck.

“Yes, please.” You peck him on the lips before climbing out from under his covers.

Mingi sits back against the headboard and watches you slip into the clothes he’s lending you. His eyes furrowed in thought.

“Why didn’t you just hook up with Yunho?” Mingi asks from his sprawled position on the bed, taking a swig of the water he’d put on the nightstand for you.

“Because Yunho and I never have sex without a third,” You tug his shirt down, “and he wanted me fuck you first, before he takes you or us to bed.”

You laugh as Mingi sputters and chokes on the water, his cheeks flaming.

You climb into his lap completely dressed, “not that you really needed a test run in my opinion.”

“Does that mean, all of us…together?”

You bite back a moan as Mingi looks at you with the widest puppy eyes you never knew he could display.

You raise an eyebrow, “are you trying to convince me to skip breakfast?”

“Breakfast first, we'll need our energy.”

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[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: San x f! Reader

Word Count: 2269

Warnings: cursing, talks of insecurity about your nether regions, too much league of legends talk, none otherwise (smut warnings under cut)

Genre: smut, fluff, rated M for mature, established relationship au

Summary: You lost a bet to San, and now he gets to do whatever he wants

Smut warnings: fingering, oral (male & female receiving, fem focused), blindfold, dirty talk, spit play, light bondage (yn's tied to a chair), multiple orgasms

I’m only doing a couple of the February Filth Fest, and this is day/track 25! free use/spit play, and i chose the latter (once more)! i know almost nothing about spit play so i hope its good!

And if you want to know what other days I’m doing? You’ll just have to wait and see ;) This is the second to last one!

-

“Baby, can you come here for a minute?” Your boyfriend, San, calls for you and your head pops up from the book you were reading. It wasn’t very interesting anyway, something you had to read for class, so you have no qualms about putting it down and seeing what San needs. He’s currently in the computer room, waiting for you with a large and mischievous grin on his face.

“What’s that look for,” you laugh, approaching him and leaning down to peck his lips. “You look like a cat who swallowed a bird.” San pouts at the analogy but he can’t really fight it.

San sighs, his eyes crinkling with a smile and you can’t help but kiss him again at the adorable sight. “I just had an idea. Hear me out, okay?”

You laugh but plop into your chair next to him. “Shoot.”

“So.” San seems almost embarrassed but the smile on your face doesn’t waver and he squares his shoulders. “I was wondering if you’d be willing to bet with me. You know how you’ve been playing league pretty competitively lately?”

You nod. Your friends roped you into playing ranked games with them and you’ve somehow made your way as a platinum player. Every so often, San would join you and your friends in playing games and every time he does, you’re reminded of how he used to be a diamond level. “Yeah, why? You wanna play again?”

San chuckles. “Kind of. I don’t want to go the competitive route again, but I want to play one game with you.”

You narrow your eyes playfully. You may be good now, but you’re pretty sure San has been practising behind your back. “What do I get if I win?”

San’s smile grows wider. “You can do whatever you want with me in bed. But the same goes for me if I win. Deal?”

You hum. “Sure, but we get to pick each other’s champions.”

Without another word, San holds out his hand and you give it a firm shake. “I’ll have you play Neeko.”

You snort. “Well, you picked so nicely you can play Akali. I’d let you be Graves but I’ve never played against one.” San leans over to smack your leg but you dodge it with a giggle.

San sighs but his eyes are full of fondness. “Of course, so kind. Now, I hope you’re ready to get your ass beat.” His words are tender but he’s not playing around. He’s both competitive and horny and he’ll do whatever to win. And you won’t lie, you’re enjoying the idea of it too.

“I think you might be talking to yourself, Sannie,” you wink. “I hope you like getting pegged.”

-

The beginning of the match was fairly easy. The bots, of course, were evenly matched and you and San were fairly even. Although you tend to scale more late-game and San does best in mid-game, you were playing it safe.

“Ah, fuck!” You squawk when the opposing top just shows up, stunning you and San lands his first kill. “That was so mean,” you complain and San chuckles, leaning past his computer screen to pat your knee.

“Sorry, baby, that’s the game,” he hums before narrowing his eyes to reconcentrate. You find it hotter than you should. Unfortunately, after your death, San got a leg up and it’s hard to pick up the slack. And with how close the two of you were in skill, that small difference turned into a big difference. In no time whatsoever, your nexus is already on the brink of death and no matter how hard you try, you end up losing.

“Fuck,” you whine, pulling off your headphones and slinging them around your neck. “That was so close I could almost imagine my victory.”

San snickers, rolling his chair over to practically flop onto your body. “Sorry, baby, but it looks like I’m the winner here.”

You pout playfully, carding your fingers through his soft hair. “Fine, fine. What do you wanna do,” you concede, bending down to kiss his temple.

San hums but you know he’s not really thinking about it. You’ve known him long enough that you can tell that he had been planning this for a while. “I wanna eat you out.”

His words cause you to stiffen and turn your eyes away. You’ve always disliked the idea of you receiving oral. Not because you find it gross, of course. You like sucking dick, what difference is there? Your past boyfriends offered before, you just didn’t take them up on it and they didn’t press the issue. It just stems from your insecurities about your vagina, you suppose.

In your eyes, it’s too weird-looking. And you know San is just happy to do whatever but you can’t get over your mental block. But as San stares up at you, you sigh. You’re too prideful to back out. It’s not like it’s the worst thing San could’ve chosen. You just don’t like it. It’d be like if you won and wanted to peg him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t–” San tries to help you when it takes you a tad too long to respond but you shake your head.

“It’s okay. You can.”

San’s eyes brighten and his lips twitch but he sits up, a little more serious. “Are you absolutely sure? I don’t want to make you feel like you had to.” And your heart blooms with appreciation for his words. And it only makes you want to trust him more.

“I am.”

—

Your body is stiff in the chair you’re tied loosely to as you anticipate what's to come. A blindfold rests over your eyes and it's almost barely see-through so you can see the shadows moving around you but not what it is. You're not quite sure what you expect but the unsurety of it all makes your thighs clench.

“You're so tense,” San's voice floats towards you and you can almost feel his presence as he comes to stand in front of you. “Are you ready?”

At your nod, his hand comes to rest on your bare thigh, nothing covering your lower half except the hem of your shirt. “Don't worry, I'll make you feel good, baby.”

Before you can even respond, his breath ghosts over your cunt and your breath stops in your throat. He giggles at how stiff you're holding yourself before he presses a soft kiss to the junction of your inner thigh. And another. And another.

“Hurry up already,” you groan. “Can't get this over with if you take five years–” Your words are cut off as soon as San places a kiss to your clit, pleasure shooting up your spine. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as your hips jerk at the sensation.

“Come on, don’t be shy. I want to hear all your pretty moans,” San hums, pressing another kiss to your clit as his tongue darts out to flick at it. “Taste so good baby, can’t believe I finally get to do this. Been dreaming about eating you for dessert and now I finally get to. So perfect for me.”

Your thighs are so tense, both from your nerves and from the feeling of his tongue pressing against your folds. “San–” you groan, clenching so hard you feel you may get a cramp in your hip, but San’s having none of that. His thumbs press into the junction connecting your thighs and torso, and you hiss at the pressure. “Fuck,” you groan.

You can hear the slick sounds of San lapping at your pussy, his nose pressing into your clit so perfectly you fear you may come already. His fingers are pressing slowly into you as he licks around them. “Fuck, you’re squeezing around me so well,” he groans. “So needy, look at you.”

Without warning, he spits on your pussy, and you gasp at the sensation of his saliva dripping down your heated skin. “San!” You don’t know how to react and your boyfriend chuckles at your astonishment. He bends down, licking at the mixture of your slick and his spit, kissing your clit again as he bites at the flesh.

A high-pitched whine escapes your throat as his teeth scrape against your folds and your hips kick up as you reach your high, coming with a groan. It feels like you’re about to pee, just so much more intense, and your core clenches as your head is thrown back in bliss. San’s tongue leaves your folds although his fingers are still pumping inside of you.

“Fuck, babe, I didn’t know you could squirt,” he says, voice filled with awe. “Fuck.” He spits again on your pussy, flattening his tongue to lick a long stripe up it and your breath catches at the feeling.

“Oh God,” you groan, eyes fluttering shut as your teeth work into your spit-covered lower lip. “Fuck, it’s so much, Sannie.”

San hums, mouth still pressed against your sopping cunt and if you think hard enough, you can just imagine how shiny his face must be after eating you out for what seems like hours. “You’re just so perfect, how could I stop?” he groans, the vibrations in your cunt making you twitch. “Colour?”

“Fuck– green,” you cry, trying to grind down on the chair, and San chuckles, puffing his warm breath onto your nether regions. “Sannie, please–”

Without another word, he spits onto his free hand, pressing his palm onto your clit and rubbing it in small circles. You can’t help but arch your back, whimpers and gasps leaving your lips like you’re getting paid for every sound you make. The light filtering through your blindfold is suddenly covered, and before you can even register what’s happening, San’s lips press against yours and you eagerly accept his kiss.

You can taste yourself in his mouth as you lick into it, mouth falling open as San spits in it. “Swallow,” he commands, and you rush to do so, eyes rolling back in your head as his fingers pump inside of you and the hand that was rubbing your clit moves up to pinch and knead your breast.

“Nng, San, I’m close again,” you warn, and San laughs, kissing down your neck and biting at your shoulder.

“Ah, again? So needy, begging for me,” he hums, mouth travelling down to suck at your other boob, his teeth scraping over your nipple. “You’re so pretty, (Y/N), taste so good, I could eat you up for hours.”

And, true to his word, he presses his tongue against your flushed skin, dragging it down to taste the mixture of sweat and come until it reaches your clit again. With a groan, he slurps at your sensitive bud, nipping at it.

“Shit–” you cry out, legs jerking. San laughs, drawing his fingers out of your cunt and away from your chest as he pins your legs down to have uninterrupted access. The hot muscle of his tongue slowly presses into you, flicking at your convulsing flesh so perfectly. With so many sensations overcoming your body, you feel like you might die as you reach your second orgasm of the night.

It washes over you wave after wave, and San’s tongue won’t stop pushing in and out of you at a slowing speed. “So perfect for me,” he repeats himself as he sighs against your quivering pussy. “You’re dripping so much for me. Eat you so well you can’t stop, hmm?”

“Fuck off,” you gasp, although there’s not much bite to your words. Not when San spreads your lower lips and presses his tongue impossibly further into your wet heat. “Ah, shit.”

As much as he likes to tease you, San doesn’t want to overwhelm you and he slows down, letting you come down from your high without too much overstimulation. Your body feels limp on the chair, your legs jello. You feel San’s breath on your temple right before he kisses it as he unties your wrists and pulls off your blindfold.

You blink blearily up at him, a smile forming at the sight of how wrecked he looks just as much as you. His hair is a mess and his crooked grin is shining with his spit and your slick. You grab his collar, unable to resist pulling him for another kiss as your hand wanders down to press against the obvious bulge in his slacks.

“Ah–” San sighs at the pressure, just letting you unzip his pants and pull out his thick cock, your thumb rubbing the head of it. “You don’t have–”

You interrupt him by leaning down and pressing your lips against the tip, letting your spit dribble down the length of it before enveloping half of it in your mouth. As you reach down to fondle his balls, you keep his dick resting in your mouth, spit pooling and sliding down the veins.

San looks ready to blow already, his eyes squeezed shut and his hand gripping your hair. It makes your heart and cunt throb at how beautiful he looks and you scrape your teeth gently against him. With an almost pained groan, he comes into your mouth and you swallow the bitter taste with a sigh and hum.

The hold he has on your hair loosens and his hand falls to cup your face to bring you back up to him for another long kiss. “Thanks for letting me do this,” San smiles against your lips and you tug him closer by his belt loops.

“Thanks for doing this,” you smile right back. “Next time, I’ll win.”

[rollingsins]

say my name

summary: While in bed with Wednesday, you accidentally moan Enid's name.

pairing: wednesday addams x fem!reader

warnings: smut, 18+, jealous!wednesday, fingering, dirty-talk.

word count: 2.2k words.

a/n: :) horny hour, kids.

Having sex with Wednesday is like a dance. 

A weird, semi-formal gothic dance.

It would start with the lick of her lips. Her eyes, usually wide and emotionless, would narrow slightly. Her pupils would darken. The hair on the back of her neck would stand. 

Then the staring would start. 

Subtle at first, with the quiet tilt of her neck, waiting for you to notice. Then she’d become brazen, open. 

Stare at you unblinking, the slight part of her lips betraying her intent. 

She’d get you things. Water, soda, your favorite book. Like she was trying to court you into bed with her. Rub her hands over your shoulders, weirdly affectionate, so un-Wednesday. Like a black cat in heat. 

She’s doing it now. 

She’d given you a granola bar and a quick kiss to the head before mantling in her spot by her typewriter, just watching. 

“YN,” She’d said, voice low. Lower than usual. The tone she took when it was something she wanted. Something she knew you couldn’t resist. 

“You look very appealing, right now.” 

You’d looked up from your spot on the bed. You’d had your head buried in one of Enid’s dumb romance novels, the kind where everybody seemed to be sans clothes. And you wouldn’t be lying to say the book, combined with the heady look in your girlfriend’s eyes has you more than worked up. 

You cross your legs and bite your lip. 

“I look appealing?” You tease. 

“Alluring.” She corrects.

You tilt your head, smiling slightly. Your belly coils, and all you want to do is pull her onto the bed and on top of you. 

But you can’t resist teasing her a little, first. 

“I look alluring lying on the bed in my sleep shorts?” You ask, blinking. She stands, circling the bed like a lion closing in on its prey. 

“Mmm,” She murmurs, “Very much so.” 

“Huh,” You say, looking back down onto your book. You flip a page, “Well, maybe I should put on some more clothes. I wouldn’t want to allure you away from your writing.” 

Wednesday’s gaze is piercing. 

“That won’t be necessary,” Wednesday says, voice flat. She’s getting closer, hands pressed to either side of the bed, “You won’t be needing your clothes for the next hour or so.” 

“Hour or so?” You say, trying to pretend like her words aren’t sending white hot arousal soaring through you. Instead, you tilt your head, playing dumb, “Are we going to have a bath or something?” 

Wednesday gives you a look, like she knows exactly what you’re trying to do. 

“No,” She says, voice gravelly. She leans down and brushes her lips against the side of your neck, “I would like to partake in intimacy with you.” 

“Oh,” You say, as you tug her a little closer. You thread your fingers through her dark hair, voice hitching as she presses her lips to your neck, “You want to bang, babe? You should have just said.” 

Wednesday frowns. She pulls back slightly, eyebrow raised. Your words lack eloquence, and despite the hungry look in her eyes, she can’t help but correct you. 

“I would like to be intimate with you, yes.” She says and you kiss her. 

A little while into partaking in intimacy, when Wednesday is half-naked on top of you, kissing you desperately, you hear the sharp thud of the door opening. 

And you panic. 

Enid is the first thing that flashes through your mind. You hadn’t locked the door. Again. 

It wasn’t the first time Enid had caught you like this. 

A couple of weeks ago, Enid had pranced in while Wednesday had her head buried between your legs. 

Enid had screamed, you’d screamed, and clamped your legs shut so quickly you’d jutted Wednesday in the face with your knee. 

It had more than ruined the mood. 

Enid couldn’t look the two of you in the eye for weeks. 

She’d scurried out without a word, and promptly relayed the message you and Wednesday were sleeping together to the entire school. 

You didn’t want a repeat. 

You withdraw only slightly from Wednesday’s lips to call out to Enid, warn her.  

Unfortunately for you, it’s that exact moment Wednesday slides her hands into your pants. Your warning call slips into a low moan. 

“Enid.” 

The entire room stills. Wednesday’s hand freezes. The door creaks, slightly. It isn’t Enid, you can tell by the quiet pitter-patter of Thing’s fingertips on the floorboards. He makes a timely exit. 

“Enid?” Wednesday says, pulling back. She’s frowning, confusion on her face. There’s something behind her eyes, hurt, and your eyes widen as you realize the implication of what you just said. 

“Oh, no- babe - I wasn’t - I thought it was her at the door-” 

Wednesday turns. 

The door is shut, no evidence of it ever being breached. Thing had closed it behind him, the little shit, taking with him your only evidence. She turns back to you. 

“There’s no one there.”

Fuck. 

Wednesday withdraws from you. There’s that look in her face, you know it all too well. That look when she’s trying to figure out a puzzle, or a crime, or a string of violent murders. Appraising you like a gothic Veronica Mars. 

“Do you find my roommate attractive, YN?” She asks, watching very carefully for your answer. 

“No.” You groan, fall back onto the mattress. You rack your brain trying to think of ways to get her to believe you. You know her too well - she’s a skeptic by nature. Always inclined to believe the worst. Even in you, her favorite person. You can feel her eyes on you, scanning you like an x-ray. Trying to discern your intentions. 

“If you were… fantasizing about Enid, that is information I should be privy to.” She says after a moment, voice clipped. You sit up, look her in the eyes. They’re guarded, her walls up. You take her hands in yours, try to push through the barrier. 

“Baby, I wasn’t fantasizing about Enid, I swear. I honestly thought she was at the door.”

Wednesday’s lip twitches. She doesn’t quite believe you.

“Why would I be thinking about Enid?” You say, brushing her bangs out of her eyes, “When I have you?”

Wednesday blinks. 

“Enid is arguably more attractive than me. She possesses a rarer color of eye - a deep blue. I find her sunny disposition nauseating but understand it is a far more alluring trait in a partner than my personal brand of nihilism.”

“That’s not true,” You say, reaching for her hand. She withdraws it from you. Her walls are up, and to anyone else she’d look like she was about to kill you. But you see through it. Behind the stark black of her eyes, she’s hurt. 

You’d moaned her roommate's name, for god’s sake. 

“Enid is not more attractive than you,” You say, hurriedly, trying to fix it, “You have the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen and I happen to find your personal brand of nihilism very attractive. I thought it was her at the door, babe, that’s all.”  

Wednesday blinks. 

It’s not in her nature to believe you, this you know. But she knows you by now, she’s studied you harder than her favorite cold cases. She swallows, and gives you the benefit of the doubt. 

“Alright.” She says, voice still a little curt, but lets you pull her back down anyway. 

You kiss a little while longer. 

Her lips are addictive. Consuming. You thread your fingers through her hair, loosening the braids she keeps so perfect all the time. When you break away from her mouth to try and pull at the button of her black slacks, she withdraws again. 

“Enid is in a relationship with Ajax,” She says, eyebrows knit. Her eyes are squinted as she watches yours, “And while I find their coupling odd at best, she seems very happy with him.” 

You groan. 

“Baby,” You say, rubbing your eyes, “I wasn’t thinking about her, I promise. I have no interest in Enid.” 

She stares. 

“You only moaned her name because you thought she was trying to come into the room?”  Wednesday asks, eyes narrowed. 

“It sounds dumb when you say it like that,” You mumble, “You just… put your hands in my… and I just-” 

“Moaned her name.” Wednesday says, voice flat. 

You lean up. Press your hands to her face. 

“I don’t want Enid.” You say, looking her right in the eyes, “I only want you.” 

She stares a moment. Wide brown eyes stare back at you, like she’s trying to decipher the look on your face for any hidden clues. She blinks, finding none. 

“You believe me?” 

Wednesday’s quiet a moment, but then she nods. 

“Good,” You say, “Now come here. Please? I was promised some intimacy.” 

Wednesday leans down and reclaims your lips. Her kisses deepen, tinged with urgency. 

You moan out against her as her hands drop down to pull your shorts clean off your legs. She’s usually slower than this; Wednesday, despite her insistence that she wasn’t, had always been a romantic. 

Usually, she’d kiss you until you were so worked up, you’d have to beg her to touch you. She’d whisper words into your ear, grind down on you until you were a wet, sloppy mess. Like jelly in her hands.

But not tonight. 

Before you can so much as call out her name, she’s sliding your panties down your legs and cupping her hand against your sex. 

You’re wet, embarrassingly so, and so she doesn’t have to tease long. A couple of slow circles around your clit before she’s sinking inside you, her long fingers curling to hit you right in that spot you like so much. 

You gasp as she thrusts, hard, thumb pressing heavy against your clit. Her kisses don’t relent, and you spread your legs a little wider to take her deeper. Your belly coils as she fucks you, her breath hot against your lips. You grip her back with your fingers, sucking on her bottom lip as she sets her pace. 

Hard. Rough. Like it would hurt if you weren’t so turned on. 

She’s going to make me cum in all but three minutes, you think, mind whirling. She’s fucking you like she’s going for an Olympic medal, like if she slows down you’ll disappear on the spot. 

She builds you right to the edge, all tongue and fingers and quiet sharp gasps against your lips. 

And then, she’s withdrawing. Her pace slows, only slightly. Her eyes open, and she presses a long kiss to your lips. 

“Say my name,” She murmurs. Her eyes are dark. Her nose brushes against yours. 

You ignore her, words caught in your throat. 

She’s never been this rough before, and it’s making you so wet you can barely think. All you can feel is the tightening of your belly as her fingers thrust into you. The weight of her body against yours. The quiet little noises of pleasure she makes, the feel of her lips against yours. 

You try to draw her back in, quietly willing her to speed up her pace. 

You’re so, so close. 

She nips at your bottom lip, so hard it draws a little blood. Then, she stills her fingers. 

You groan.

“Baby, please-” 

“Say my name.” She demands this time, eyes flashing. 

This is about Enid. You can tell by the way she’s looking at you. Hungry, a little possessive. She’s claiming you. She’s fucking you harder than she ever has to make you hers. 

You swallow as a new wave of arousal courses through you. You half want to protest. Pull her down and murmur sweet nothings in her ear until all thought of Enid is gone. 

But she’s hot like this. Dark eyes, rough fingers. 

You don’t want it to stop. 

“Wednesday.” 

She’s satisfied with this, curls her fingers slightly and brushes up against that spot. You moan. 

“That’s right. Wednesday. Not Enid, or Ajax or Yoko or any other student at this god-forsaken school. I’m the one who gets to do this. I’m the only one who makes you cum, understand? I’m the only name that should be on your lips.”

“Wednesday, fuck.” You gasp as her thumb brushes your clit, slowly, teasingly, like she’s trying to punish you. You lean in, try to kiss her, but she retracts, eyes dark and stormy. 

“Who’s making you cum?” She presses, “Tell me.” 

“You, baby,” You gasp, “Only you.” 

“Not baby,” Wednesday growls, “Not sweetheart, not darling, not honey. Wednesday. Say it. Say my name.”

“Wednesday.” 

She juts her hand up a final time. You cry out, moan her name once more as your orgasm flashes through you. You clutch at her back, legs locked around her thighs, starry-eyed as she leans down and kisses you desperately though it. 

You sigh, body slumping back into the mattress. 

She comes down with you, tilting her neck slightly to press lazy kisses to your neck. When you open your eyes, she’s watching, fingers still buried deep inside you. 

“I wasn’t moaning her name,” You say, breath ragged, trying to plead your case once more. 

Wednesday hums. 

“No,” She says, and her tone of voice says she finally believes you, “But you were moaning mine.” 

She offers you a small smile - sweet, with only the tiniest hint of a smirk. A smile of victory.

“Do that again,” You say, pulling her back down, “And I’ll moan your name as many times as you want.” 

She leans down, and kisses your neck. Arousal sparks back through you. Her fingers draw, like a pistol ready to be fired.

“Wednesday.” You gasp.

[justbelievinginmagic]

like a waltz⎯ part 5: aplomb. (pt.2)

pairing(s): ateez ot8 x fem!reader series summary: when 8 mysterious bachelors arrive to town and fall for your charms, will you be able to reach your goal to be prima ballerina or be dragged into a selfish waltz between love and obsession? glimpse: with swan lake’s end approaching, you gain more free time and notice the changes within your port town – and your relationships with the bachelors of ateez house. warnings/tags: inspired by Ateez’s Ice on my Teeth MV & Teasers, Mafia AU, Ballet AU, early 1900’s AU with some divergences in tech advancements (i.e rule of cool), 3rd person POV, use of YN, mxm, polyteez, MATURE topics, canon typical violence, canon typical gore, sugar daddy themes, unequal power dynamics, polyamory, exploitation in ballet, intimacy, Korean honorifics, controlling & obsessive tendencies, infatuation, stripping, gambling, mafia things, alcohol, smoking, kissing, possessiveness, jealousy, stalking, sexual themes but no smut, alcohol abuse, partying, pain, medical drug usage, traumatic injury, injuries, reader discretion advised & 18+ readers only! Let me know if I should tag anything else! word count: 30.2k previous chapter <- aplomb (pt. 1) -> next chapter series masterlist read on ao3! important note: hi! this part was too long for tumblr’s word count rules, so it has been split! please make sure you've read the first part of this chapter, here! or you can read it uninterrupted via the ao3 link ;)

It was the last show. The backstage was buzzing. Ballerinas ran about, preparing for the last performance with vigor. Murmurs of excitement flooded the room. Some of the male dancers popped their heads in eyes shut; after all, the space was forbidden to them as they chatted about the later activities. Wine and champagne had been bought; rumors of a cake were going around too.

YN was excited. She was ready for Swan Lake’s run to end – tired of the same routine. She enjoyed its monotony for only so long. Spring would bring new choreographies, new roles, new everything. She was excited to share it with her patrons.

Her patrons! Oh, she was so excited to see them tonight. It was a time to show off – though she wouldn’t risk angering the Madame again. Once was enough and she did want to be on her good side before auditions crept up for whatever show they’d perform next. Tonight, simply, had to be perfect. For them.

YN adjusted her top, making sure her strands of pearls laid nicely around her neck. Her makeup was perfect; she wiped at her lipstick to make sure, if she pressed any kisses to their cheeks, it wouldn’t stain too much.

Wooyoung and San would be there but perhaps even Yeosang and Yunho… they promised! And Jongho had hoped to see her again! Oh, she hoped to see them all. Wiping her hands from her lipstick she went to go warm up. Tiny ran up to her.

“YN, YN, YN!” she chimed. “You have a delivery!”

YN’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked up to the doorway to see a familiar unfamiliar face. A butler with that shared stoney expression stood there, blank-faced, with the largest bouquet of flowers she’s ever seen. All red and pink, vibrant blooming roses overflowed from the vase. A singular marigold stood out in its golden glory in the center. Odd, but not any less impressive. Fresh flowers in winter in such amounts were rare. No, they were expensive. Ballerinas around her gasped out, covering their mouths in awe.

“I’ve never seen so many flowers – not even for the prima ballerina!” a woman chimed.

“Who’s it from?” Tiny inquired.

“Her patrons, no doubt,” an older girl scolded the other.

Tiny stuck her tongue out before glancing up at YN with wide intrigued eyes. Taking the vase, it was almost too heavy for her to hold.

“Let me,” the butler said, voice muffled and tight. He barely even moved his mouth she noted.

YN nodded and guided him into the room to her shared vanity. Her vanity-mates glared as it took up most of their communal space.

“Thank you,” she thanked the butler who simply bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

“Who is it from?” Tiny insisted again. “I think Wooyo!”

“Okay, okay, let’s see!” YN laughed, grabbing the white card that was stuck next to the marigold.

‘Good luck, our treasure. I wish you the happiest closing’

The card was thick but the handwriting was unfamiliar to her. Not Wooyoung’s scrawl or San’s messy blocky letters or even Yeosang’s cursive. Could it be Yunho or Jongho? She wasn’t sure. There was no signature, no emblem, nothing.

“I’m not sure,” YN said. “I’ll ask them when they arrive.”

“They’re so pretty,” Tiny awed. YN agreed before telling the younger they should get ready for places.

-

The performance was invigorating. The orchestra was loud and booming; the lights were hot against her skin; the air buzzed with excitement. Familiar faces clashed with new in the crowd – a sold-out house for their last performance. She was beaming.

Her grin only grew more when she spotted her box – Box #8. It too was quite full. Wooyoung and San’s forms were familiar in their favorite chairs. But besides them sat four others. Yeosang was beside Wooyoung, a pair of opera spectacles in his grasp. Surprisingly, Jongho also sat there occasionally whispering to Yeosang about the performance. His smile and sparkling eyes caught her attention the most. Behind them, more shadowed in the darkness of the booth, was Yunho and Mingi, tall even in their seats. She could see the way their teeth sparkled when a light flickered past.

All of them came – well, all that she knew – it was such a pleasant sight. Her chin held high as she pirouetted, the correct number of times, and leapt off stage with the others.

-

“YN has a full box tonight,” a girl teased.

“At least she has folk here; Mina’s patron is a no show.”

Takahashi wasn’t here? Strange. She hadnt noticed in the crowd. She was too occupied with the thoughts of her six bachelors.

“Maybe someone else will go after her then,” a dancer commented.

“He pays well.” Another chimed. “No one would dare!”

“Stop talking about patrons; rude girls!” Julia scolded out of nowhere.

They all glanced aside, annoyance to surprise flickering over their faces.

-

Intermission came and went. It was the rare moment where the boudoir was closed. As if to make the appeal of it even more scandalous, more exclusive. She didn’t expect her excitement to tickle her stomach; for her anxious bones to miss the faces of her patrons. It was only an intermission but she still couldn’t sit still. Her eyes kept glancing to the settee – a settee that was vacant. Would it be able to seat seven? She wondered.

-

The show was at its closing. The music was crescendo-ing as the prima ballerina was curtsying and genuflecting to the crowds’ roars and cheers. Shouts of bravos cried out. The envious part of her cried out too; she wanted to be that. One day, one day….

Flowers were tossed on stage; mostly dried considering the chill that had encompassed the city. It only made her own pride bubble up at the thought of her large vase in the boudoir. She was special. She was better. YN watched the prima’s patron – an elderly man – struggle to stand and clap for her. It was so fascinating that with him the dancer had made it to the limelight. Glancing up at her box, she saw them all on their feet, applauding. Applauding for her.

Yes, she knew one day… she’d be in the prima’s spot – the way they applauded and made her feel it; she’d feel that spotlight. Just you wait.

And then the curtain fell; the bright lights of the stage dimmed with its closure. She turned to long-time friends hugging them and congratulating them on a well-done show. The prima, the featured dancers, and even Julia had all scurried off – the false ideation that they were somehow better than the others celebrating was laughable to YN. They all were the same – they all had to appeal to someone higher than them.

She squeezed Tiny into a hug, telling the girl how proud she was. The little girl beamed and chattered on about next season and her what ifs. She even claimed how she was going to get a patron next!

It made YN sick to her stomach a bit. She remembered when she was just like Tiny though. Wishing and hopeful. Perhaps she had gotten her dream; her patrons were polite and good and gentle.

“Champagne in the foyer de la danse!” Someone shouted out and there were cheers.

The boudoir had become a mix of people – the male dancers had snuck their way in, wiggling amongst the sea of women and girls changing out of their costumes into their street-wear. Giggling and stories and conversations bounced off the gilded-caged walls.

Makeup was shoved into drawers; champagne and cheap wine were placed on the vanities’ table-tops. A record player was rolled in, its needle sharp and scratching as a couple girls fiddled with it.

All YN could do as she waited, dressed-down into her day-skirts and blouse, was look around. The younger girls were ushered out by the elder ballerinas, insisting they could join next year (even if that was far from the truth for some). Patrons of old age and new came pouring into the room. Like a bunch of sardines in a can, the room was packed. YN remained close to her vanity; the table-top full of her flowers haloing her as she waited, fiddling with her jewelry.

It took too long she first thought. What if they don’t come? She could see the other patrons with their proteges. Drinking down wine and smoking cigars. Some danced, although too pressed up and scandalous for her taste. Where were her men? Her eyes glanced over the crowd again.

But when they did arrive, it was exciting. It was exciting to see them all enter the boudoir, side-by-side and glamourous in their dark, slick suits. Drawing eyes. Yet their eyes remained on her. All on her. All for her. She didn’t want it to be a status symbol but it surely felt like it. Six handsome bachelors all wanted her. Her attention, her hand, her affection. If she despised them, surely it would’ve been an arduous task, but each one was kind, sweet in their own way.

Wooyoung, her first – the very first of the Ateez Mansion bachelors to see something in her, strode ahead, pushing through the crowds and eager to congratulate her. A grin grew on his face as his fingers itched to hug her, spin her about.

San, her second – the courteous man who always made sure she was comfortable – wasn’t far behind but he did glance aside at the others as if making sure they remained by his side. A bouquet of flowers was held close to his chest.

Yeosang, hands clasped politely in front of him, beamed with pride – the same pride he wore when he won a championship. As if she was just as worthy of a prize.

Jongho, the man that saved her that night, shifted on guard, but his face warmed at the sight of her, as she was swallowed up in Wooyoung’s hug. Safe, happy. He wanted that for her. His smile on such a stoic face felt like an achievement.

Yunho and Mingi, side by side, glanced at one another as they grinned. This felt right, her with them. They both couldn’t deny it; she couldn’t deny the safe feeling that she felt with their gaze on her.

“You did beautiful, swanette,” Wooyoung whispered fondly in her ear, pressing a kiss to the cartilage.

Pulling back with the largest grin, he soaked up the celebrations all around. Popped champagne, giggling girls, and the sound of a record player playing nearby. It was a party for sure – and that happiest he had seen most of the girls in the boudoir.

San was standing over Wooyoung’s shoulder, smiling wide.

“Hello honey,” he hummed out.

Wooyoung shifted her in his grasp, arms swooping to rest around her waist. Her eyes lit up at the sight of the flowers. Red roses, dozens of them, were wrapped up in dark paper bouquet.

“You did well,” he praised, leaning forward to press a kiss to her temple and shuffled the bouquet into her arms.

“Thank you, Sannie. Thank you.”

He didn’t know how much she meant it. Their patronage, it helped. It helped her save money; it helped her gain a reputation; it gave her credibility. But it also… made her happy. They made her happy. She loved spending time with them; their company was something she cherished, almost more than their patronage.

San beamed at the sight of her and the florals in her arms. The tall figures of Yunho and Mingi shuffled on either side of San. Yunho handed over the flowers he held to his best friend. Mingi approached with a large bouquet, almost competing in size with San’s.

“Congratulations,” he rumbled out, handing her him and Yunho’s flowers – a collection of white roses, countless amounts of the blooms (somehow fragrant and flourishing in the middle of winter.)

“Thank you,” she smiled up at him even as he shambled the comically large collection of flowers in her arms.  “Thank you for coming! Did you like it?”

Mingi smiled at her. “Of course; I loved to watch you.”

Her face flushed pleasantly and he couldn’t help but grin wider. YN shifted the bouquets around, trying to find an easier way to hold them. They nearly swallowed her whole. She couldn’t imagine how she was going to get them home – alongside the ones that were delivered earlier.

“You look like a honey bee,” San giggled. Yunho smiled fondly at her.

“These are more flowers than I’ve ever had,” she fluttered, holding them closer. Mingi’s smile was pure like the smile he had shared with her when he bashfully went to open her door awkwardly when she visited the mansion for the first time. Genuine and boyish.

“You like them?” Mingi asked.

“I love them!” she replied easily.

Mingi preened at that; Yunho glanced over at him with a sweet smile.

“Shall I hold them for you?” Jongho was the one to speak up, taking a step forward.

She nodded. “Thank you.” He took hold of the bouquets. She was quick to squeeze his hand. “Thank you, all of you for coming. I’m so happy to see you all.”

The men shared a smile before murmuring out agreements. That they wouldn’t have missed it for the world.

Her mountain of flowers was shifted to their settee, untouched in the wildness of the party. By this point in the season, they knew who claimed that part of the boudoir.

She asked who sent the vase; no one had an answer.

“Perhaps Seonghwa?” Yunho prompted, glancing at them.

“He enjoyed your work, love.” Jongho told her, nudging her with his arm.

“I’m happy he did. I wish I could’ve met him.” she admitted. Jongho shrugged a shoulder.

“One day, I’m sure.” He smiled reassuringly. She loved his smile she realized.

“Dance with me?” Yeosang tapped her hand to get her attention. An upbeat song was playing; similar to the music he was listening to while practicing.

“Oh sure!” she beamed.

He quickly took hold of her hands and the two began to dance alongside the other attendees. Wine was passed around; Yeosang sipped on it and let her drink some from his glass, pouring it into her mouth. Her hand eventually held a flute of champagne, something she easily drank.

At previous closing parties, she’d never celebrate so wildly. It was known to rarely accept alcohol from a patron – even if they insisted. After all, alcohol and wits don’t mix. But this was her patrons, her bachelors. She couldn’t help but feel the wash of safety over her.

So, she drank and danced and sweated and laughed. She was spun about, dancing in a sort of waltz between Yeosang, Wooyoung, and surprisingly Jongho! She was held close as they led the dance; not once did she step on their toes, the benefit of being a professional ballet dancer.

Jongho complimented what he thought were the most beautiful parts of the ballet, using ballet terminology she was surprised a man cared about. Somehow she was always the most beautiful part.

Yeosang enjoyed the socialite life; he would swoop her into the newest dances. Swinging her this way and that, others would look and clap at their dancing before joining in.

Wooyoung stole kisses, peppering her face. He rambled how he was so proud of her, so happy they’ve met, even that he loved her. She told him she cared for him too, pressing a kiss to his lips easily. It was all a whirlwind, spinning carousel of dancing, endless mirrors, and familiar patrons. She embraced the feeling, the wildness, courageously. 

Meanwhile, Yunho, San, and Mingi stood nearby. Their gazes took in the entirety of the hall. As the night crept onwards, the debauchery grew. Patrons manipulated ballerinas this way and that. Yunho gritted his teeth. They may trade in alcohol, money, diamonds, and threats – they didn’t trade in people or sex. It had been that way since the beginning.

“I hate them,” Yunho grunted out to San as he raised his glass to his lips, faking a sip. Someone had to remain sober.

Mingi mumbled out an agreement, staring at how a man twisted a woman around to press a hot kiss to their mouth.

San’s brows twitched in agreement, his gaze stoney as he reached out to tug YN closer by her hips. She was in half-conversation with a ballerina, her smile bright as she remembered a dance memory. Wooyoung’s arm was slung around her waist as he raised his glass to his mouth, drinking down expensive liquor.

San hovered over her shoulder and she naturally turned.

“Oh, hello,” she chirped out and he couldn’t help but smile, features softening.

“Hi honey,” he replied quietly. “You having fun?”

YN nodded. “I never celebrated like this,” she admitted. “It wasn’t ever safe.”

Nearby, Jongho’s firm lip rose into a scowl. He understood why as he saw a man grasp a ballerina’s thigh. He looked over his clan and stood firm.

“You’ve got us,” Jongho promised.

Wooyoung giggled, pressing kisses to her throat. “Yeah, swanette!”

“Are you having fun?” she asked, doe-ishly looking between the men sat on the settee. Mingi immediately sensed she had more to drink than he thought.

“Of course, baby,” he replied. “You have fun.”

“I want to dance,” she reached out for his hand. Wooyoung, a giggly drunk, let her walk towards Mingi and pull him to feet. The taller man smiled and carefully wrapped her up in arms. Embracing the way, she leaned into his chest near immediately.

Wooyoung leaned back into San’s chest; the muscle of the two pressed a kiss to his own neck making him giggle out.

“No more to drink for her,” Yunho warned Mingi as he watched on loyally.

“Alright,” Mingi replied, spinning YN easily.

“No more drink for you either,” San rumbled, stealing the rest of Wooyoung’s drink and downing it in one gulp.

Wooyoung’s eyes burned, staring at the mouth that had gulped down his liquor.  

-

The night crept on until she was wiped out, half asleep in Yunho embrace. Shockingly out of them all, Yeosang remained on his feet dancing with her most of the night until Yunho had traded spots with the other.

The boudoir was a mess, proper. Figures blended into one another; empty bottles strewn about; a pile of records rested next to the record player. Its tune played on until with a click the needle popped off the record for what had to be the 3rd time.

“Ready to go home, darling?” Yunho murmured into her hair; it had long been taken out of its tight bun by the hands of her patrons. Wanting her to be comfortable – San had claimed she’d have a headache the longer she had her hair pinned so tightly. Yeosang commented that she’d probably have a headache regardless. Jongho’s pocket was heavied with her hair pins.

She nodded dazed. “Mmhm.” She agreed.

The clock chimed out the late hour just as the bachelors and their ballerina made their way out of the opera house. Walking past the private boudoirs, they could hear moans from inside – even this late into the evening. It made YN frown, curling underneath Yeosang’s embrace further.

“We have your flowers in the trunk, love,” Jongho told her as two automobiles pulled up, driven by those faceless butlers.

She blinked and nodded at his words. Her head pulsed, her limbs heavy with sleepiness. It had been a long day but a fun one. She had enjoyed dancing the night away with them. It was the first time she had a true fun time at a party. Safe and sound. She didn’t once get groped by a passing man; if they had tried, she was sure one of her patrons would’ve broken their hand. She giggled at that.

Wooyoung eyed his giggly ballerina with a lovestruck look. The alcohol had trickled from his veins as the night went on and while he still felt the blurry buzz he was more about himself now. San on the other hand had began to drink down Wooyoung’s drinks and now was half slumped over his shoulder, hot breath against his unbuttoned throat.

“We’ll take the second car,” Yunho informed, arm going to sling over Mingi’s shoulder. “Jongho?”

“I’ll go with the pretty lovebirds,” he chuckled watching as Yunho passed YN off to Yeosang’s arms. Who she immediately began to fawn over, saying how pretty and handsome he was much to the athlete’s blushing.

“See you back at the house,” Mingi said nodding at the group as they walked to their own car.

-

The car ride was longer than she had expected, but it was all a blur of houses and lights and compliments. She couldn’t help but look between her patrons and her athlete. Confidence tumbled out of her mouth as she complimented and wooed.

“You’ve changed my life… I love you y’know,” she mumbled into Yeosang’s collar before she fell asleep.

-

It was breaking dawn by the time the cars returned to the Ateez House. Daybreak painted the air a purple-pink as they walked into the grand mansion. A sleeping YN rested in Jongho’s arms as they passed rows of butlers.

“Let him know we’ve returned,” Yunho commanded, passing by them. “With his ‘treasure’.”

A butler carried her copious amounts of flowers behind her; they headed to the study that had been deemed hers recently. Decked out in soft linens and laces, they’ve slowly tried to add a more feminine touch for her. A proper lady’s sitting room.

She was laid on a long couch, pillows of silk elevating her head and a light blanket placed over her form. Her flowers decorated the room quickly as the men made sure she was settled.

“She’s adorable,” Wooyoung cooed, lovingly. His fingers caressed her cheek. “You should’ve heard her, Yun. Babbling on about how she loves us. She loves us!” He giggled happily. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead.

“I’m sure she was sweet.” Yunho commented, pushing a strand of her hair away.

“Are you sure its okay that we brought her back?” Jongho mumbled from nearby, stretching his legs as he sat on the loveseat beside her.

“She fell asleep in my arms,” Yunho argued. “While dancing! She wouldn’t have been able to walk up the steps to her house.”

“Softie,” Mingi teased, ever to used to being called the soft one. Yunho leaned forward to press a kiss to Mingi’s forehead, somehow scoldingly.

“She’ll be asleep most the day anyway. Business as usual can still happen.”

“I’ll go talk to them now.” Jongho yawned out, pushing himself out of the comfortable chair with a groan. “We can figure out who will stay with her. Try to get some sleep in the meantime.”

After all, Seonghwa and Hongjoong were growing anxious to meet her – and this was just tempting the cat with the mouse.

-

When YN awoke that morning, she felt a growing impatience. Scratch that, she had been impatient the moment she woke up in the fluffy bed in Yeosang’s room with her legs elevated and broken. Now, she was practically itching to leave. Every moment awake, she glared and fought with the hard feelings that filled her chest.

Doctors came and went under the watchful gaze of Yunho who had set up shop at the nearby desk. Her legs were checked and checked and checked again. Bandages reapplied; cast reset; medicine increased and decreased. Pillows fluffed and readjusted. While there was no pain anymore, she almost feared that more. The numbness, the stiffness, the sluggish feelings all weighed her down to the bed. She was tired of Yeosang’s bedroom. She was tired of sitting in one place. She was tired of the few faces she’d see day in and day out. The doctors didn’t talk to her; their heads always turned to speak to an overseeing Yunho.

Jongho and Yeosang came to visit each night, more so because she was in Yeosang’s bed. But they spoke to her as if nothing was wrong, snuggling up to her and stroking her face. She cursed her cruel heart for already letting herself soften in front of them. Jongho’s rare softness that made her feel special was a wicked advantage. Yeosang’s devotion and alibi of being away gave him an easier key to her good graces. When she spotted them, she didn’t grimace or glare (as much). But they knew by the way she refused their affections, turned her head at their kisses, that she was upset.

A week of bedrest was driving her nuts. She wasn’t the type to enjoy inactivity. She glared over at Yunho who sat at the desk at the far end of the room. He had become a sort of baby-sitter. Baffling to her, considering he was always busy before. Where was Mingi? Or Wooyoung or San? She hadnt seen either since the day she walked out of the mansion.

Even a butler watching over her wouldn’t be odd. They had done it all before.

She observed him from her palace of pillows; it seemed like she woke to a new one tucked around her. Sometimes she wondered what happened when her eyes shut. Who visited her then – if anyone?

Yunho’s aura was dark like a storm cloud, but she knew him well enough – or thought she knew him well enough – to steady a glare at him fearlessly. A swirl of smoke tumbled from his mouth as he pulled a cigarette away from his lips. Her anxiety was palpable.

“Darling,” he tried to soothe. She’d been staring at him for so long he couldn’t make out the numbers he was reviewing for Jongho. “What is causing you so much distress? I can feel your eyes on me.”

Yunho spoke genuinely, concern pooling in his starless eyes. He was dedicated to the family – dedicated to her. He had never wanted this, warned her against it; he hid away when he knew he’d receive the order. His eyes burned her skin.

YN felt like she was doing a pirouette over and over and over; her head dizzy with the implications that they just didn’t get it! It was almost funny. What did he think was the matter? She had broken legs! What was making them so blind?

“I’m angry,” she stated.

“I know that,” he sighed out. Remnant smoke billowed from his nose like he was a dragon before he snuffed out his cigarette. “What can I do to make it better?”

“I want to leave. I want to get out of this stupid bed.” Her hand slapped against layers of duvets frustratedly.

“Done.” Yunho chimed out, almost energetically. Enthusiastic even.

He kicked back the chair with a scrape of the wood against the floorboards. YN’s head lifted from a silk pillow, startled.

“Huh?” she whispered.

She hadn’t expected this. Compliance. Help. Her heart’s heaviness lifted as she watched him stride over to her.

“Mingi,” Yunho called out, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched her push and wiggle at her sheets and duvets. Beneath the layers, she had been dressed in a new pajama dress, something pure white and silky. She wondered who did that. She remembered how Seonghwa had promised a hot bath but she had fallen asleep then. Who was tending to her so intimately? She shivered.

“Mingi!”

There was a shout of acknowledgement and a thundering of footsteps. Ironic considering how he was the one to sneak around – according to, well, himself. She remembered how he’d sneak up on her in the gardens – to whisk her away to the garage or to play chess. She wished for those days again but she also didnt; her stomach churned.

“Yes?” Mingi opened the door tentatively. His eyes met hers and he couldn’t help the way his knees nearly buckled. “Hi baby. You’re awake.”

He sounded relieved, grateful, happy. His smile was wide. His gaze flickered to his best friend, almost as if checking in with him. Yunho nodded. Mingi crept closer kneeling at her level. It was cruel how this was the first time they had been apart for so long – him, San, and especially Wooyoung. And how despite everything, her phantom pains, her anger and biting dread, she missed him.

She hated that she missed him.

His hand went to cup her cheek and she hated the way she automatically curled into it’s warm. Mingi chuckled softly; it was almost a damp sound. He leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. Hot breath brushed over her face. Glancing up, she saw Yunho shadowed Mingi’s form, smiling.

“Lift up our sweetheart for us.” Yunho asked. “San’s still out, yes?”

Mingi nodded, not even looking over his shoulder at his best friend and co-Underboss. All he could do was cherish the softness of his baby-doll’s skin. Its warmth. She was here. She was okay. He smiled, diamonds glinting.

“Wrap your arms around me,” he encouraged, tone rumbling against her skin. She listened and did so, excitement bubbling up in her stomach. She was leaving. She was going to be free.

Mingi easily wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up; Yunho made sure she was appropriately covered, shifting her nightgown about.

“Where to?” Mingi asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“To the study.”

No.

She gripped harder at the back of Mingi’s neck. Catching his attention, wide eyes shifted to look at her.

“No, I want to leave.” She insisted.

“You wanted to leave the bed. C’mon.” Yunho clarified as he walked out of the room.

“No, Yunho.” She cursed out. “Mingi, please, I want to leave.”

She could see Yunho shake his head disapprovingly as Mingi rose and followed after. She didn’t do anything easy; squiggly in her lover’s grasp. Mingi’s grasp tightened, reminding her that he was stronger than he seemed. Despite his softness around her, there was strength in his veins.

“Relax; you’ll hurt yourself,” Mingi tried to soothe as he rounded a corner. Yunho parted from them going down another path.

“I don’t care!” she bit out, pushing at Mingi’s chest. Her casted legs clanked together and she flinched back a pained yelp.

“I do.” Mingi argued back. “What are you gonna do, walk out of here?”

It was said with irony, but she felt the truth burn her. She hissed a breath in and shoved at him again, just for the cruelty of it.

Mingi’s eyes were pools of amber, soft and regretful, but he swallowed it down. His Adam’s apple bounced and he continued towards the study that had been hers since her arrival to the Ateez House.

Coated in golden sunlight, the sunset casted the room in warmth. A fire-place was dimly lit, needing to be stoked but ultimately not there for warmth yet. The couch was prepared for her she noted; blankets and pillows piled up; a book and even a steaming cup of tea rested on the tableside. Yeosang’s doing, she thought, but when Jongho and Yunho walked in she debated if it was perhaps the youngest. Behind them, a line of butlers followed, mechanically.

Mingi carefully set her down, tucking her legs underneath a blanket like she was a babe. She shifted her form up on her arms; her body ached from misuse, and she couldn’t help the frustrated sigh that tumbled from her mouth.

“I know,” Mingi tried to soothe.

He didn’t know; she felt that in her bones.

The butlers lined up in front of the fireplace at the direction of Jongho, pointing to where to go. Yunho settled at a small table in the corner of the room, watching as Jongho worked. His long limbs stretched out – even he had grown tired of that bedroom.

“Hello, love,” Jongho greeted finally. His eyes sparkled when they looked at her. She didn’t reply. Staring.

He huffed a bit, unused to the treatment but Seonghwa had reassured him it’d take time. He had been so inconsolable though Jongho wondered if he simply said anything to get him to be able to focus once more.

“I’m happy you are up and about.”

“I want to leave.” She reiterated. “I want to go home.”

“Our home is your home now,” Jongho replied. “It has been for a while but even more after everything.”

She glared. That wasn’t the answer she had wanted.

“These butlers are just for you, babydoll,” Mingi directed her, nodding towards the row of stone-faced butlers. Each one wore a pinned red rose; the only alteration to their uniformed look.

“If you need anything they’ll help you.” Jongho finished for the other.

“If I wanted to leave?”

Mingi looked like a kicked puppy. Soft brows upturned and his eyes big and glassy. His lips were pouted, plump. He didn’t look like a mafia boss in that moment; he looked like someone had ripped his heart out.

“Not that.” he mumbled; his brows crinkled and he licked his puffy lips before glancing aside and sitting beside her on the couch, minding her legs. “No leaving, no hurting yourself. You have to heal, YN. Rest. And heal.”

“I wouldn’t have to heal if you all didn’t do this to me!”

She tilted her head a leveled him with a glare that was so unlike her. His lips parted like someone had punched him. He glanced away. Yunho gritted his teeth. Jongho’s fists curled and uncurled.

“I’m a prisoner here, Mingi.” She told him. “A doll for you to play with when you wish.”

“I don’t think that-“

“So cruel, dove,” a voice sighed out, heeled boots clanking on hard-wooden floors.

There was a clicking sound of a tongue, like a tut. The butlers dispersed quickly like a house of cards falling. “After everything, you are still being a brat.”

“Shall I direct my ire at you instead?” YN grimaced glancing over at Seonghwa… and Hongjoong.

The sight of them made her breath catch.  They both looked different but she wasn’t sure if that was just the betrayal. They were still dressed to the nines but parts of their looks were absent – Seonghwa had no coat, revealing his white dress-shirt with its shirt garters, and Hongjoong’s hair was mussed from removing a hat. He observed her, coldly. Icily.

She felt like she had seen them both wear what they had on to the opera once or twice. She wondered if they had been to it – appearances were still to be upheld in high society after all. All while she rotted away. Her career in shatters with her bones.

It made her bear her teeth. Mingi sighed beside her, glancing away. He understood her anger – he hated to be stifled. But there were worse things in life than to be loved and cared for. He thought of all the things he had to do in his lifetime; all she had to do was stay and be theirs. Easy.

“I’ve dealt with harsher things in life than a scorned lover,” Seonghwa commented.

He didn’t approach her, but instead he tended to the nearby fire. Hongjoong went to the nearby serving cart, pouring himself a drink with a large ice cube in his glass. Yunho met his Captain’s eyes solidly. Hongjoong’s hand went to squeeze his shoulder, reassuringly.

“I have eight lovers,” Seonghwa continued; it should be comforting that she was still included but her stomach only fizzled with burning coals. “You think a little disagreement will harm me, my dove?”

How dare he imply her legs being broken and her fury was nothing so flippantly?

“A little disagreement!” she gritted out, shifting her body to move as if she could hobble over to the cocky man. Her limbs argued immediately, zinging pain went up her legs as she grunted out a pained gasp.

Mingi and Jongho were quick to move to her side, kneeling down on scuffed knees to resettle her. Mingi’s eyes were wide, fearful. Jongho’s face was unreadable as he laid a protective hand across her legs, keeping them still.

“You’ll hurt yourself, baby,” Mingi insisted. “Be careful.”

Her hands formed little fists, and she huffed.

Seonghwa turned to glance at her, a sharp leer on his diamond-teeth.

“You can’t do much in this state, YN,” he said. “Be a good girl and sit back.”

She glared up at his beautiful face. YN could feel Mingi’s and Jongho’s bated breath against her knees. It was silent for a moment as she and the Consiglere of the Kim Clan glared at one another. It was strange. Out of all of her lovers, it felt like Seonghwa was the one most scorned. As if she had hurt him. Gaslighting her into thinking she was the villain. Despite the fact, she felt in her bones that he or Hongjoong orchestrated the attack on her. He was there that night. He was the one to ‘rescue’ her from her assailants, carry her to safety. A Lucifer-hero.

Yet here he stood with a stiff upper lip, a scowl in his eyes. Strange considering he still said he loved her – like a disappointed parent he strove to displine alongside Hongjoong.

Mingi’s head drooped. His forehead brushed against her clothed knees. His soft lips pressed a kiss there, to one knee and then the other reverently. Encouraging her to listen.

Her gaze shifted from Seonghwa to Hongjoong who stood swirling his drink. His tongue prodded his cheek, eyes deep and dark at they stared at her. Emotionless.

With a curled lip, she laid back into the cushions.

“Good girl,” Seonghwa praised, returning the fire-stoker to its holder with a clank. He glanced towards Yunho. “Is she well?”

“Doctor said all she needed was rest – he’ll check on her in a month. I insisted on sooner, but she is healthy, no fever, no infection.”

It felt dehumanizing for them to talk over her health like she wasn’t there. She glared over at Seonghwa, watching as he nodded and agreed with Yunho’s debrief, but when his gaze flickered to her, her eyes were chased away. Instead to rest back on Hongjoong.

Hongjoong. Flashes of their last encounters clashed in her head. An angel holding her in his arms, dark disappointment, brooding anger. A cruel mouth as he warned her to not follow through with what she was going to do. He was Scorpio’s son, through and through. Passionate in everything he did. Even now as he stared, there was the ringing depth in his eyes as he tilted his head in thought at her.

Yunho and Seonghwa talked about her health – mentions of medicine amounts, how one makes her drowsier than he’d like, restlessness. It was like Yunho was a proper doctor with how in-depth he was. She’d be flattered if they werent the reason.

“Reduce the medicine soon; I don’t want her becoming dependent.” Seonghwa commented.

Now that made her laugh, loud into the open air. Tears pricked her eyes.

“I can’t believe you – all of you,” she bit out. Her eyes continued to remain locked with Hongjoong.

She always knew he was the one that ran this place – everyone was in debted to him. Even her!

“You worry about dependency; this entire relationship is dependent.” She bit out.

Hongjoong’s brows didn’t twitch; his face remaine statuesque. He raised his glass to his lips swallowing down his drink as he watched her breakdown.

“Stop being difficult,” Seonghwa scolded.

Jongho was the one to speak up, his hand on her knees soothing circles above her casts. Jongho had been so distracted these few days – his mind locked on only her. Even now as she spat cruelty, he just wanted her happy, not angered and certainly not on Seonghwa’s bad side.

“She doesn’t mean it,” Jongho defended. “She’s just surprised. Aren’t you? You’re not trying to be difficult.”

Seonghwa sighed out, helplessly for a moment. Glancing over at Hongjoong, he tried to gauge his lover’s mind. He was always so hard to read. Jongho’s big eyes were easy to read when it came to the eldests. He was an open book, clay, maleable. Something to protect as well as shape. She made their strongest asset weep. He just wanted things to calm. And Seonghwa would indulge their youngest as long as he could.

It was a game she realized. The way Seonghwa shifted his gaze to her after a moment, firm lipped. Disappointed. It was a game. Like a patron and a protégé once again. Would she play?

“Love?” she hated that Jongho’s tenderness tugged at her heart. Her eyes drifted from the blank-faced Seonghwa to her sweetest lover. Jongho was on his knees, pleading.  

“I’m in shock,” she muttered to him. “I can’t dance, I can’t walk. And I know…” she glanced over at Seonghwa and Hongjoong. “I know that you had a part to play. How am I to feel?”

Jongho didn’t counter it; he buried his face into her lap.

“You can feel what you feel; it’ll fade. Now, you heal,” Mingi tried to counter again. He made her want to laugh. Heal… Tears tumbled over her cheeks. As if it was that easy, she wondered. Her hand was quick to wipe it before anyone else could.

“He’s right.” Seonghwa countered. “Everything is how it should be now. You’ll see.”

“The ballerina,” she bit out. “Your protégé has two broken legs. She cant walk or dance. It’s like you taking a fish from water and saying its natural fro them to breath air.”

“You havent been a protégé in some time, YN.” Hongjoong retorted, speaking for the first time since entering. His words were calculated and calm. “You are ours.”

He took a step forward.  

“You are mine. I don’t let my things leave me.” He said.

She shifted her attention on him fully. And challenged him once again.

“Did you do this, Hongjoong? Answer me.”

“I didn’t touch you, precious.” It was snarky, coy.

She slapped the couch angered, her composure faltering.

“You know what I mean, you bastard.” She barked out.

His face twitched at her disrespect. Mingi huffed into her knee and buried his face into the boney thing. Groaning internally. He knew where this would go.

“I think our angel is overwhelmed. She forgets her place.” Hongjoong commented. “Let’s leave her to calm down a bit, hm.”

“No, I want answers.”

And, like they were magnets, one by one, the men gravitated away from her and towards Hongjoong. Seonghwa’s disappointment radiated from every pore of his body. Yunho didn’t meet her eye. Hongjoong meanwhile kept his gaze on her. His stare was frightening. Unchanging and yet darkening as Mingi and Jongho reluctantly pulled themselves away from her.

“And I demand respect. Even from you, my love.”

Somehow it ached to see them creep away. Was it love or habit? She didn’t know. Her heart just panged as they turned away from her. All at the command of Hongjoong. Her breath came out wobbly. Emotions clashing.

“You’ll see it my way soon.” Hongjoong stated, watching as the door closed behind the last man. Just him and her were left; YN stuck on her island of a couch while Hongjoong strolled away.

“You are right where you belong.” The doors shut behind him, locking with a clank.

YN let out a shriek of frustration before chucking a pillow at the door.