#which usually means you don't have a soulmate or some mishap happened

[littlefireball]

May I please request a Yeosang x reader x Seongwha smut. Where yeosang is a virgin and so is reader and seongwha set up so yeosang can lose his virginity unknowingly the reader was a virgin so they went at it and reader started to bleed and freak out and Yeosang helped her settle down and called Seongwha to come in and help etc?

hmm sorry im not sure i understand so i write this request based on my own understanding.

ʏꜱ|ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ (ᴍ) ꜰᴛ. ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʜʏʙʀɪᴅ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ᴏʀᴀʟ|ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴋɪꜱꜱ|ᴅʀʏ ʜᴜᴍᴘ|ᴛʜʀᴇᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ(??)|ᴄʟɪᴛ ᴘʟᴀʏ|ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴇx

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.2ᴋ

Masterlist

Dragon hybrids, like werewolves, usually find their soulmate after their first shift which is between the age 18 to 20. Yet, there is a difference. If that dragon hybrid doesn't mark their mate, they can be marked by others which means their soulmate can be 'stolen'.

"You still haven't marked Y/N yet?!"Seonghwa nearly exclaimed in disbelief upon learning that you and Yeosang had not yet mated. "We are not prepared," Yeosang mumbled, feeling embarrassed as he nervously scratched his neck.

"C'mon, Yeosang. You know it's risky if you don't mark her." "I know but…" To be honest, Seonghwa couldn't imagine Yeosang marking you as he was too innocent to do that. But, it was necessary. Seonghwa's mate had been 'stolen' because he believed they weren't ready for mating, just like what Yeosang thought, and tragedy ensued. The painful and sorrowful memories were still fresh, and he never wanted Yeosang to go through that.

"Sangie~" You rushed to Yeosang once you found Yeosang and Seonghwa were resting in the pavilion, back hugging yeosang and nuzzling his neck. You loved his oud wood scent. "Have you finished training?" He gently caressed your head, smiling lovingly. "Yah!I ranked first today. Did I do well?" You nodded as a fool, acting so cute. "My baby is always doing well." He pecked at your cheek, his gaze wall full of affection.

"Okay, you two. I'm still here." Seonghwa said helplessly, covering his face as if he was watching something embarrassing. "Oh sorry, Seonghwa." You trailed off, offering an embarrassing smile.

"Y/N you want a fly?" Yeosang asked. "Sure." "Okay, then you two go to fly and don't be hovey-dovey in front of me." You two nodded as you spread your wings and flew to the sky, disappearing from Seonghwa's gaze.

"Sigh Maybe I have to do something to help them." Seonghwa decided.

—----

You both embraced each other on the lush green grass, relishing in the serene moments. While some may find it mundane to simply recline on the earth and engage in idleness, you both found joy in it as well. After all, you were soulmates.

"Y/N?" "Hm?" You raised your head to meet his gentle gaze. "I have something to ask you…" "What? Honey." "You are my mate and I know it is risky not to mark you." Yeosang trailed off, feeling embarrassed as blush creeped up his face. You didn't say anything but just looked at him getting closer to your lips. "What do you think about this?" He brushed your lips with his thumb, whispering softly. "I…" A sudden ringing phone cut you off, Yeosang took out his phone and 'Seonghwa hyung' flashed on the screen.

"Hello?" Seonghwa's angry face displayed on the screen, you knew something bad happened. "Yeosang, you better come back now. LOOK AT THE MESS YOU'VE MADE!" The camera panned to reveal a charred section of the kitchen, evidence of a forgotten stove. "Oh my god! I'm back right now!" Both of you flew back to their shared house as fast as possible, without noticing that it was only a fake image.

"Seonghwa hyung?" The house stood empty, devoid of any signs of a burnt stove. All seemed in perfect order, as if untouched by any mishap. "Why did he call us then?" Yeosang inquired, to which you simply shrugged. "Yet, do you not detect a special fragrance?" Upon stepping inside, a delightful aroma embraced you like a warmth, causing both your body temperatures to soar.

"Is it from you?Y/N?" You could tell Yeosang's gaze was full of lust, his tone became even deeper. Actually, that special fragrance was yours, just enhanced. Yeosang's oud wood scent enveloped you like a hot wave; and your musk scent crushed his sanity.

Both of you got nuts.

"You smell so good, Y/N." Yeosang's longing surged like a wild creature unleashed from its confines, compelling him to assert his dominance over you. He found himself unable to resist drawing you close, burying his face in your neck, savoring your intoxicating aroma. "Yeo…yeosang." Instinctively, you tilted your head, granting him greater proximity, sensing his hold grow stronger.

"No, it's not enough." He whispered softly against your delicate skin before swiftly removing your top. Yeosang was overcome with desire, lavishing kisses on every inch of your body as he tore your garments apart. You were taken aback by his sudden intensity, yet you couldn't bring yourself to halt his actions. He lifted you onto the table, causing items to crash to the floor. The noise of shattered objects failed to rouse him from his trance; his mind was consumed by your intoxicating scent.

You grabbed the edge of the table tightly to support yourself, watching him bury his face in your lower core. Pulling the hem of your panties to the side, he sucked and kissed your clit without a second thought. "Fuck!" You screamed at the sudden touch of wet muscle, making him suck harder and lick quicker. "Baby, you taste so good." He whispered against your clit before standing up to undress himself. Due to his lack of patience, he found himself in a rush. Enraged, he swiftly tore off his garments, causing the fabric to drape on each side of his well-built physique and you swallowed hard at this sense.

"Mine." He pulled out his cock and eased into you in one go, making you throw your head. Yet, he didn't allow you a moment to adjust as he proceeded with such intensity and speed. You furrowed your brow and clenched your lip to bear the discomfort, assuming it was usual. Yet, the discomfort jolted you awake from the longing. With each collision, it seemed as though you were being struck by a boulder, prompting you to hiss.

"Yeosang, yeosang." You attempted to halt him, yet he remained oblivious to your murmur. Your warmth, your fragrance, every aspect of you sent him into a frenzy. He drew his hips and shoved into you with all his might. "Oh!Fuck!!It hurts!Please stop, yeosang!" The sharp pain became unbearable and you shouted out, making yeosang stop immediately as his sanity came back.

"Baby?Baby?Are you alright?I…I…I'm sorry." He was heartbroken when he saw you cry, and couldn't believe what he had done to you. "Oh my god, you're bleeding." "What?!"As he withdrew slowly, he found that the blood was staining on his member and even dripping onto your thighs. You freaked out, not sure when it would stop. "It must hurt, I'm sorry, honey." Yeosang comforted you as he swept your tears and caressed your cheek with all his gentleness.

"Don't be that rough…" "Yah, yah, I'm sorry." He murmured softly before placing a tender kiss on your cheek; you enveloped him in a warm embrace, yearning for comfort. But, both of you felt bad now, not only because of the pain he caused, but also from the fiery desire that still raged within your bodies. "Please fuck me one more time, I need you, sangie." You begged, feeling the emptiness was unbearable.

You needed him to fill you up, with his knot.

"But…what if I hurt you again? And you have to stop bleeding first." He asked with concern. "Please, please, please." You relinquished control as the tumultuous emotions unsettled you; yearning for his return, you extended your tail to ensnare his thigh and draw him near, yet the pain he caused just now gave you pause.

Feeling his tip rubbed against your entrance sent you a numbness through your body. Yes, that's what you wanted. Yeosang, however, stopped you before you could have a further process, causing you to whine in dissatisfaction.

"Baby, wait for a second. Hm?" You shook your head and pouted. "Be a good girl," He gently tucked your hair behind your ear, pecking at your cheek. "Let me help you stop bleeding first, okay? And I'll call Seonghwa hyung for help."

—---

"Need some help?" Seonghwa entered the room without a second thought once he received Yeosang's message for help, not realizing the fragrance was still lingering. Shit. Your musk scent was so freaking good to drive him crazy. "Oh gosh…" Seonghwa growled in a deep voice as he found you hugging Yeosang naked like a koala.

He wanted to fuck you, too.

"Seonghwa hyung, we need your help." Seonghwa clenched fists to keep calm, coming to both of you. "Wh─what you need…need me?" He stammered, unable to tear his gaze from your beautiful figure. "Please, teach me how to mark her." Yeosang's words made his eyes widened at surprise, he never expected this kind of request. "I hurt her but I can't just leave her…Did you get it…?" "Well, what you need to do is treat her gently." He swallowed hard as he got closer to you, feeling all the heat rush to his tip.

Seonghwa walked to you, his fingertip shaking at the moment he touched your back. His hands shifted to your thighs, lifting you up and whispering in your ears, "Sit on him, girl." Aiming at Yeosang's arched cock, you slowly sunk down and hissed at slight pain. "Take it slow and don't be too rough. That's it." Seonghwa's deep voice sent shiver down your spine, not to mention his breath landed against your skin, making your heartbeat raise up.

Your head rested on Yeosang's chest for a while, but still not moving. This position allowed Yeosang to nestle so deep inside you, each small movement could stimulate you. "I-I need help…" You asked for help as you were afraid of pain to move. "It's okay, honey." Yeosang brought you into a passionate kiss by cupping your face, sucking your lips slightly while starting to thrust upward. But again, you frowned because it was uncomfortable.

He was too big for you, maybe.

"Hey hey, slow it down, Yeosang." Seonghwa climbed onto the bed and sat behind you. "Try to relax, don't be so intense, Y/N." "Can you help her? Seonghwa hyung." "Wh…Are you sure?" "Yes, please help me, Seonghwa." "I won't mark her, I promise."

Seonghwa's hand trailed down to your clit, giving it a soft press before rubbing it at a quick pace. "Shit…" You whispered softly as you sensed his strong chest against your delicate back. Seonghwa skillfully moved his lower core closer to your ass, caressing it with his curved crotch; Yeosang, on the other hand, firmly held your chin to claim you into a hungry kiss.

You could feel how Seonghwa's cock nestled between your tight asses and Yeosang's member twitched each time you let out a moan. Seonghwa traced circles with his finger, occasionally tapping it, sending ripples of ecstasy through you. As the kiss broke, a newfound confidence surged within you, compelling you to bounce with desire. You mirrored Seonghwa's rhythm, bouncing up and down, maintaining a steady tempo.

"You're so good, babe." Yeosang rolled his eyes at the back as his tip reached the deepest part when you sunk down. The sensation of numbness just like an electricity ran through the whole body, making you both moan so loud. "Doing well, Y/N." Seonghwa encouraged you.

"Fuck!" You let out a soft whimper as their pace quickened. Yeosang surged upward, striking your most sensitive spot perfectly, causing your walls to clench around him. "I must claim you now," he declared, his size increasing as he prepared to knot you. With a firm grip on your waist, Yeosang leaned in closer. "Oh my!" Your head nestled against Seonghwa's chest, his crotch sunk deeper, eliciting a shared moan that lingered on both your lips.

Yeosang buried his face into the crook of your neck while thrusting as fast as possible. You wrapped your arms around his shoulder, nails digging into his skin, making blood flow out a little bit. Yeosang never felt this excitement before, causing him to almost cum. Seonghwa continued to tap and caressed your clit, moving faster to follow Yeosang's thrust.

"Fuck!!" Suddenly, a sharp pain spread throughout the body. Yeosang's cock entered your most intimate space and locked in. His thrusting was ruthless, trying to reach his peak. "Yeo…yeosang." You shutted your eyes and panted heavily, the pain was shifted to pleasure after a few powerful thrust. "Baby, cum with me and be mine." His words pushed you to the edge, coming hard on his cock. Yeosang bit your chest and released it all after a while, finishing the marking.

"Oh god…"Yeosang laid beside the bed and pulled you into his arms. "You alright?Honey." "Yah, I'm ok." Three of you wheezed and sweated profusely. "Thank you, hyung." "Nothing, just remember to clean up is ok." He rested his arm on his forehead, finding a wet spot on his crotch. Alas, it was hard to clean. Screw it!

"But wait a minute…" Yeosang gazed at Seonghwa with shock. "You call us back but there is no burnt stove!" Seonghwa stammered, not knowing how to respond. "You fool us!" "Wait─aww…" "What a horrible hyung!" "Wh─I just…sigh fine…" But, it may not be bad at all because you finally became his, forever his.

[kirishwima]

Klangst Week: March 30th (Choice/Destiny)

@klangst-week

Hi again! :D This was really fun to write, hope you guys like it~

((This is a soulmates AU! I wasn’t sure if AUs were okay to write, so I hope that’s alright! :))

*****

He woke up to the feel of small feathery kisses on his eyelids, trickling down to his nose, his cheeks, his temples.

With a bleary gaze he looked to find a dark pair of eyes adorning him, small smile on the person’s lips that he could’ve sworn stole the light from the sunlight flooding from the window behind him.

“Good morning sunshine.”

Lance smiled back, looping a hand around his boyfriend’s neck.

“Speak for yourself. It’s too early in the morning to be a sappy romantic mullet head.”

Keith grinned, taking no offence to the insult, their old banter nothing more than soft teasing now. “Can’t help it, you’re the one that rubbed off your romantic sappiness onto me.”

He laughed, lightly smacking the back of Keith’s head, making the other boy sit up with a huff, Lance already missing the warmth.

“I got a morning class today. Shiro’s going to have my head on a silver platter if I don’t get there soon.” he sighed, moving from the bed and heading towards their shared bathroom, “And you have lab work to do today right?”

Lance sighed, fighting against himself the urge to billow his head back in the pillows.

“Please, we both know Shiro would never get pissed off with you. Professor or not, we both know he got a soft spot for his little brother.” he grinned at the groan he heard from the bathroom, knowing Keith’s dislike for his brother’s favoritism, “And yeah, I have labs until late today.”

He watched as Keith returned back into the room, now dressed with a simple t-shirt and jeans, his hair their usual mess. He made his way back to the bed, bringing a hand to Lance’s hair, giving him another soft smile, those that Lance could’ve sworn were reserved just for him.

He turned to kiss the knuckles grazing his head, coming face to face with that.

Lance’s lips met the inner side of Keith’s wrist, before leaning back to glare at the sight in the corner of his wrist.

A small mark of a violet sat uncomfortably on his skin, reminding Lance the one thing he never wanted to remember.

Reminded Lance that Keith wasn’t his.

He noted the look on his boyfriend’s face, the way he brought his hand back, cradled it to his chest, a hurt gaze locking with Lance’s.

“I love you.”

They both knew he did. Lance only wondered for how long he would.

“I love you too.”

Keith shot him another puzzling look before getting up.

“I’ll see you tonight yeah?”

Lance nodded and Keith left, quietly closing the bedroom door behind him.

How long has it been? How long has it been since Lance realised he was living on borrowed time?

He’d met Keith a few years back, him being Hunk’s best friend whilst Keith was a guy working the evening shift with Hunk at a local coffee shop. To say they bonded instantly would be a blatant lie. They were nothing if not rivals at first, throwing sly remarks and causal insults to each other at every opprotunity, until eventually that rivalry turned into friendly banter, and before either of them realised it, into something more, something gentler.

It was after their first kiss that Lance noticed the horrid mark on Keith’s wrist. The soulmate mark.

He knew it’s a given, knew that the large majority of the world had a mark, a soulmate. Some people ended up finding their soulmate faster than others, whilst others took years, some dating others over the years until they found the person to call theirs.

Lance didn’t. Since the first time they were taught about soulmates back in middle school, he’d searched every crook and premise of himself to locate his mark, a bubbling excitement in his chest, only to turn to deep anguish when he found no mark on his skin. He’d asked Hunk, begged him to check as well, make sure that he was indeed marked but perhaps didn’t notice it, but to no avail; Lance had no mark.

He had no soulmate.

It took years for him to accept it, hiding the pain behind his ribcage whenever a friend of his met their soulmate, hated the part of himself that turned green with envy whenever he saw the pulsing glow of the soulmate mark coming off of couples that had already found the love of their life.

It hurt, but the pain was now a constant. He didn’t know the wounds he tried so hard to suture would rip open at the sight of that horrible, disgusting flower in his lover’s wrist.

Keith had a soulmate. He had a person he’d meet and sparks would ignite, a person who’d match his mark, a person who’s pulse would increase and their own flower-marked wrist would glow to match Keith’s, a person who’d spend the rest of their life with him.

He realised he was only a collateral, a chapter of Keith’s story until that person appeared. Every morning he’d wake up with a lodge in his throat, wondering if this was it-if today was the day Keith would meet them, the day he wouldn’t return home, the day Lance’s heart would break into pieces  he’d never be able to put back together.

Everyday he’d wish for that person to disappear, begged every god he could name for Keith to return to him, to never meet them; he’d swallow the thought everytime, quilt pooling in his stomach at the awful thoughts swimming in his head.

He wanted Keith to be happy. He just knew that that happiness wouldn’t stem from him.

******

It was past ten, pitch black already settled in the sky, and Keith was nowhere to be found.

He gulped down the fear at first, blaming it on his own irrational thoughts. Maybe he got caught up with his work after class. Maybe Shiro invited him out for drinks at the last moment and he forgot to mention it to Lance. Maybe traffic was bad.

Maybe he’s not coming back.

With a shake of his head he let the lingering thought slide away. Keith would come back. He’d come back to him.

Will he?

*****

It was past midnight and his chest turned to stone, his breaths were churned lead. He let tears slide down his face like liquid chaorcal, his lungs no longer able to sustain themselves.

It hurt, of course it did. Even if he prepared himself for it, even if he thought about it every single day for the past two years they were dating, it still hurt because this was it, he felt the finality in every part of him;

Keith wasn’t coming back.

Keith was no longer his.

*****

It must’ve been early morning when he heard the main door unlock, realising he must’ve fallen asleep on the couch, his crying draining all the energy out of his body.

He heard Keith’s footsteps coming to a halt at the side of the couch. He didn’t trust himself to open his eyes, didn’t trust himself to deal with the situation despite knowing he had to.

“Lance.” It was a small whisper, as if anything louder would break the boy.

“Lance. Wake up, please.”

He didn’t stir, didn’t turn to face him.

“You met them.”

He heard the intake of breath from Keith, assuming the boy must’ve kneeled down by his side.

“Yes.”

There was another stab in his chest, a final blow breaking each of his ribs and puncturing his heart.

“You met your soulmate.”

A small pause. A silence that Lance felt would envelope them whole.

“Yes.”

He felt the tears prickling beneath his eyelids once more, silently relieved that he was facing away from Keith, not trusting his expression to not betray him right now.

“So this is goodbye then.” he breathed, the tears now foreign a new tract on his cheeks.

“No.”

“No Lance, it’s-it’s not goodbye.”

It…wasn’t? He shifted at that, hearing the sharp intakes of breath coming from the boy behind him.

It took a moment for his eyes to adjust in the dark, barely noticing the outline of Keith’s shilloutete, but he could see it, see the tears pooling into the eyes he loved to look into.

“It’s not goodbye I-I met them and all I could think of was you.”

There was little light coming in through the open windows, reflecting the gleam of their tears, of the small smile on Keith’s lips, the quiver on his own.

“I couldn’t-I know they say meeting your soulmate is a dream come true but it wasn’t Lance. It wasn’t.”

He sat up, bringing his hands to cup Keiths’ cheeks.

“I woke up every day dreading it, fearing that I’d meet them and wanting nothing more than to just run back to you.”

Lance brought his forehead to rest over Keith’s, their huffed breaths intertwining.

“I don’t care about soulmates or destinies or whatever. I just want you. You’re my choice. My destiny.”

He leaned in, kissing each eyelid, tasting the salt of tears in each one, uncertain if it was from his own cries or Keith’s.

“I love you.”

He wasn’t sure who said it, but the moment the words were uttered there was a profound pain in his body, a welcoming tinge of pain coursing through his blood, pooling and heating the corner of his left wrist.

Through half-lidded eyes he noticed it, the small glowing pulse emitting from them both, his own lighting the side of Keith’s face with it’s glow, noticing the widening of Keith’s eyes.

Keith moved back, bringing his own wrist up to his face.

The violet on his wrist was fading, scabbing a thick scar over the mark, a small glow tracing a new shape over the scab. Lance’s wrist was pooling an ethereal glow as well, a mark forming onto his dark skin.

They looked at each other with cautious excitement, uncertain of what was to come.

Lance looked down the moment the pain stopped, noticing the glow refused to wear off.

In the inner side of his left wrist lay the mark of a small crescent moon, it’s glow pulsing along the flow of Lance’s blood. Keith looked up with a smile, showing Keith his own wrist; a matching crescent moon pulsing over the scar of his old mark, now long gone and hidden beneath the eminence of his new mark.

Before Lance could react there were arms wrapped around him, Keith’s face hiding into the crook of his neck.

“You’re my choice Lance. Anytime, anywhere, I’ll choose you. Again and again, no matter what it takes.” he breathed onto his skin, ignoring the tears falling anew from Lance, “I love you.”

There were no words Lane could say, no language in the world to help express himself in the moment, the love, the pain, the bittersweet hurt all swirling in his chest and flowing from his eyes, from his touch, from his whole entity. He just held onto Keith, letting the glow from their marks light and intertwine their pulses.

He was Keith’s choice, as much as Keith was his. They were each other’s destiny, one they picked and formed for themselves.

No matter the place, the time, the universe; they were there for one another, their fates holding each others’ hand along the way.

It was a destiny of their choice.

****