#yongguk smut fanfic

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Title: Don't Take Overly Friendly Dogs Home

Characters: Bang Yongguk x Lee Miah

Genre: Explicit Smut

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation

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Group: B.A.P

Genre: Smut (tbc)

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Kawaakari : Last Light On The River

➹ description - sequel to kawaakari | samurai!yongguk comes back to your lonely town but it seems he has his mind on other things. You’re distraught on what to do and how to feel but it still remains, who will you serve?

➹ pairing - samurai!yongguk x reader as oc(yeji)  

➹ rated - M for mature | 18+ | NSFW

➹ genre - NSFW | smut | angst | edo period japan | samurai!au

➹ word count - 5k

➹ warnings - this is smut | profanity | NSFW | 18+ | unprotected intercourse | drunk sex | alcohol | bad representation of the edo period | tattoos

You could see the mirage of sweltering heat lining the orange dirt path. People lined up in front of their stores and even customers and passerby's stayed towards the side to keep the path open for the royal carriages coming forward in the distance. Their loud gossip turned into hushed whispers as the carriages came closer, seeing samurai in full armor leading the extravagant royal display that was pulled by finely dressed servants.

You scoffed to yourself, folding your arms over your kimono as you watched the applause and cheers begin for the presence of the king in your humble town. He had returned from meeting with some diplomats on the other part of the district, and purposely rode through town to flaunt his power over the people. You were proven to be correct, the gold rimmed door swinging open with the sight of a black covered leg kicking out before the sun gave light to the recognizable grace of the King himself.      

Bodies crowded together just to get a glimpse of the King make his way down the dirt path in the gold court carriage that two servant men pulled from the front. His fine gold and black robes hung from his pale body loosely, leading up to the small flawless face except for the single scar over his eye. His joyous laugh roared over the cheers of people pushing amongst themselves to wave at the King. You recognized the red tint in his cheeks and half closed eyes, his body staggering in the entrance of the carriage as his hand grabbed hold of his falling crown, the hanging beads crashing against each other.  

Ah, he’s already drunk. And in a good mood.

You had served the King with feminie company a few unfortunate times during past summers where he called upon your sisters. Head mistress never passed up the opportunity to offer the King her services, making you and the rest of your sisters dress your best and head to the castle to dine with the Emperor. It was uncomfortable and stomach churning, the deadly rumors about the King refusing to leave your head. King Yoongi was known as a tyrant, torturer, and sick bastard who took pleasure in every form of pain. You were proven right with the suffocating tension when you all settled into the dining room, the men keeping their hands off the ladies until King Yoongi flicked his wrist; permission granted to enjoy the feast and wine. The mood only lightened when your sisters got enough wine in him, a more comfortable expression on his face that was able to make you loosen up as well.

You remembered the many parties you attended like that for the King, making sure to keep a safe distance away from him as he served his men that he granted to join his events. You managed to avoid the many summonses this summer to serve the King, passing the responsibility onto your sisters as you settled for laundry duty. Serving the King meant more money; ten chickens, five pigs and a goat you could send back home for your sickly mother but you couldn’t handle that much murderous tension in a room, it was too much on your heart. You took on basic work back at the oiran with the other men that frequented the shop but you mainly helped out with errands such as these. Trying to gather fruit in the market that now was bombarded with attention to the King rolling through. You sighed out in annoyance though you kept a safe distance hidden away in the crowd, taking in the sight of the foolish King about to fall out of his carriage. You noticed the many samurai surrounding him, raising an eyebrow to their armor cladded bodies and stone faces as they led the way towards the castle. They definitely garnered attention to themselves, making you wonder what entailed during the meeting with the noble diplomats.

You watched the carriage continue to move forward, the many townspeople following the gold display in hopes that he would drop some gold coins for them. You shook your head, wondering if you should pack some extra unpaid fruit in your bag since no one was planning to do their jobs today. You moved to head back to the stalls but quickly stopped in your tracks with eyes going wide.

There were still more men coming, but you recognized this attire on instant. They didn’t wear bulky armor like the samurai in front, but you knew these guys were the real deal with their black robes and glimpses of the familiar crest on their bodies. The group of them followed behind with a significant distance between the carriage, greeting the people as they came by.

Your eyes scanned the group of men, searching out the person that you begged your mind to remember. Remember the appearance, the distinct features, call back on the love you once shared.

It was as if time had slowed, the glimpse of the black hair being pushed back with a tan hand, long fingers getting lost in the black locks before they moved to the back of his neck to massage the tense muscles. You recognized his thick eyebrows, above those dark eyes you could get lost in if you stared for too long. You recognized the nose, pink full lips and the peek of the assorted tattoos along his body right underneath his neck being hidden by his black robe. You recognized it all, drinking him in as quickly as possible before you dared to utter his name.

Yongguk.

Your mouth didn’t even fall all the way open before you were roughly pushed aside, screaming women mingling in the group to convince the samurai to take a chance on them. If it wasn’t for your eyes frantically searching for Yongguk again you would have knocked this heavy basket of fruits on each of their hands and started a brawl.

You managed to find him again in the larger crowd, only for your face to fall with the sight of the many women between his arms. A tiny hope of him acting a bit humble, pushing them aside and focusing on his own task at hand. Instead he welcomed the attention, heated bodies against his own as his mouth moved saying something to rile the girls up in a fit of giggles.

You didn’t notice the way your body quivered or the tears stinging your eyes making them grow red. The basket of fruit that you carried suddenly grew too heavy on your arm, intense wave of emotions filling your chest as you watched his head tilt downward, red painted lips beside his ear as a girl whispered something you assumed to be words of desire, a slight smirk on his face before his eyes darted up to catch yours.

A breath hitched in your throat as you rapidly blinked, feeling hot streams of liquid burning a path down your cheeks. You staggered back as you swallowed a building lump in your throat, unable to read the look in his eyes as he continued to look at you. You finally found your footing to quickly turn around in the direction back to the oiran.  

*

“Yeji-ah, you can’t stay like this forever.”

You muffled your sobs into the satin pillow you buried your face in, your body shaking with the cries you let out as you laid on the fluffy futon underneath you. Your friend sighed in the mirror, carefully drawing a winged line over her eyelid as she painted her face with the make-up on the table.

“Crying all night isn’t going to do you any good.” she tutted, not sparing your form a glance as she continued her work in the mirror.

The night air that came in through the open windows was cool on your hot skin from a very long soak in the bath that you spent crying in there too. You still had more sobs in you to get out, believing that this broken heart was never to be healed.

“I will cry for many more then.” you drawled, moving your smushed face to the side and finally breathing in some fresh air.

“You can’t do that~, you have work to do.”

You raised up your heavy body on your arms, pushing yourself up into a sitting position with legs crossing over. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand and pulled the snot back in with a sniff, hearing your friend make a small noise of disgust.

“I waited and waited for him to return back to me. I worked so hard even though I missed him so much.” You whined with another sniff, your numb heart being hit with another wave of sadness mingled with jealousy as the memory of the woman whispering in his ear flashed in your head again. “He’s a sleazy bastard. I should have listened to him the first time he said not to pursue him. I hope the gods give him what he deserves and-”

A hard smack against the table made you keep quiet, peeking up at your co-worker who was finally looking at you with a kind smile and freshly painted face. “This is not the Yeji I know.”

You made a noise of surprise when she hopped out of the chair and toppled over you, wrapping her arms around your form in a tight hug making you groan. Her hands clasped your face, mushing your cheeks together as she made you turn your attention on her.

“I’m not going to sit here and say I told you so because I already did but you can’t keep ruining this beautiful face with tears for a man.” You blinked at her, your smushed face making pout as your eyebrows knitted close together. Her mouth turned into a brilliant smile, playful eyes sparking with mischief.

“I heard the yamazaki is dining in a bar near the castle, and it’s going to be a very fun party.”

Your head began to shake with denial but her tight clasp kept you still as she continued, “How about we go stir it up a bit more, and I’ll give you a makeover that’ll make every man drop to their knees before you get through the door.”

You blinked at her, your voice coming out muffled, “But Yongguk will be there.”

“That’s precisely why you’re going my love.”

“I don’t want to see women on his arm.”

“And he probably doesn’t want to see his men drooling all over you. But that’s what’s going to happen. And you will take back your pride and ego and show him the power of a courtesan that can kill men and women with her appeal.”  

There was a long pause between the two of you, her words settling in before her eyes smiled at you and she smacked a kiss on your lips. She released her hold on you and moved to return back to her seat, giving you the option to let her help you or not. You didn’t really like the idea of going out to a party, much less know that Yongguk was going to be there giving other women attention. Your emotions were unstable; the idea of having to let go of a lost love you’ve waited so long for that you changed your whole demeanor to that of a young girl being married off to a fine prince. Thus, this fine prince ended up being a sordid asshole who had no morals. Though, you couldn’t hold back the excitement in your heart, a little piece of yourself coming back. The look on his face when he saw you in all your glory and unfazed attitude proving two could play this game. And you wanted the last laugh.    

That’s what it means to work in Oiran.

*

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, mixed in with the couple cups of wine you downed to get you going. You took extra care in getting ready as fast as you could before the night wasn’t young anymore. You dressed in the finest gowns you could borrow, a kiss to your forehead from the headmistress as she prompted you to bring back customers since you weren’t making any money. Her nose wrinkled in disappointment but she let you and your sister go, holding hands as your laughter filled the night along with whistles of approval from men passing by. There were more people frequenting the district up near the castle, probably due to the King throwing another extravagant party to himself. But you made sure not to go too close, recognizing the famous bar you and your friend were headed towards that was lit up with joyous noise.  

You squeezed the hand in yours a little tighter, your friend sparing you a glance as you held your head a bit higher, moving along the path towards the entrance of the bar. You heard the catcalls and whistles, men already falling to their knees to capture your attention like withered flowers. A naughty smile played on your lips, the fire lit lights from the windows shining on your face as you stepped in, your presence being made known by the men who were fascinated with your beauty. Donned in silk red and white robes, shoulders and neck exposed the cool summer air as your hair was pinned up in a messy bun with fringes of your hair coming down to tickle your exposed skin.  

You glanced around, already gaining company as paid drinks were offered to you before you could even find a seat. Your friend and you loved to play a game of hard-to-get, only showing each other attention as men tried to get in between. Your eyes scanned the bar in search of the bastard you had your mind on all this time, biting down on your glossed bottom lip as your brown eyes searched through the yamazaki men.  

Indeed you found him in the hazy smoked corner of the bar, giggling women at his feet and pouring him drink after drink, even feeding him a chicken teriyaki. He seemed to have noticed you first, dark eyes boring into yours as a red tint washed over your body. You cleared your throat and looked back at your drink in hand, throwing your head back as you let the burning liquid course down your throat.  

A few more men sat at the table with you and your co-worker, compliments and words of desire already spewing from their mouths as you turned your work switch on. As a maiden who pleases men this was the same exact scenario, but instead of money you were earning Yongguk’s attention.

“What’s your name, pretty girl?”

This one had caught your eye, among the others that your co-worker was keeping entertained he had his dark eyes on you. You scanned him over, being surprisingly reminded of Yongguk as you took his features in. Tan skin, thick eyebrows, short black hair and an adorable smile that made his eyes smaller. He was much more giggly, his body leaning towards yours as you rested a hand against his chest to steady him. “Yeji.”

He chuckled foolishly, “Nice to meet you, pretty girl. Name’s Himchan.”

You chuckled to yourself, laughing at his drunken actions as you watched him take a bottle of liquor out of the hand of his companion beside him, not even sparing him a glance at his flustered face. He poured the liquid into your cup, up to the very rim before he did the same with his own.

You could feel heat against the nape of your neck as you took your cup into your hands again, carefully bringing the rim to your plush lips and drinking down the alcohol. Your face scrunched over as the strong alcohol filled your senses, making your body shiver. Himchan watched your actions closely, all the while letting his hand creep up your leg. The rough hand trailing up your thigh exposed more of your skin, his face leaning in as his tongue wet his pink lips ready to press against-

You watched his face fly onto the table, his hand torn away from your body as you held back a sudden scream. Himchan was out cold before he could even put up a fight, his body slumped against the table. Your head spun to the side, seeing Yongguk stand tall over you with a hand rubbing over the knuckles of his fist.  

Both of your attention was turned to the loud roar of one of his men, seeing the rest of the bar had taken notice of what went down. The large man staggered before dragging a bottle of one of the wooden tables, swinging it back over his shoulder before throwing it towards Yongguk. He dodged expertly, the wasted booze splattering over the wall as the rest of the bar went into an uproar. Yongguk had spurred on a drunken brawl, the yamazaki men beginning to fight amongst themselves.

Fists were flying in each other’s faces as women screamed and moved to get away. You stumbled back, pushing away the heavy bodies that threatened to collide into you as you searched out for your friend. Your search was short-lived, a familiar rough hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you out.

A rush of fresh air hit your heated face as you welcomed the outside, gathering your loose robes with your other free hand. You stared at the back of the man pulling you away from the bar, an ocean of mixed emotions washing over your body as you searched for your voice.  

“Guk!”

He didn’t even spare you a glance, continuing to drag you along to wherever he was going.

“Stop!” you let out again with a shaky voice, attempting to pull your arm back but his grip proved stronger.

“My fucking arm, stop!!”

You collided into his body abruptly, his familiar scent filling your senses as you instinctively grabbed his body. You didn’t have time to gather your bearings, your head being tilted back with a possessive hand in the back of your hair and pulling it down. Soft lips met your own and it took every muscle to tighten over for you not to melt. His lips were firm but needy, kissing you just like you imagined you would when the two of you were granted to meet again.

You heard a growl rip from his throat the same time his other free hand clutched around the fabric on your chest. Your heart skipped at the thought of him ripping your garments off of you when you were still outside, but he controlled himself as he released it and let his hand trail up your heart skin to wrap gently around your neck.

He pulled away from your lips much to your disappointment, the hand on your neck keeping you in place as your eyes fluttered open.

“Gukkie..”

He looked just as completely entranced as you probably looked to him, holding each other’s stares as your breaths mingled together in the short distance. He dragged his hand down from your neck, stepping back with his hand now in yours before leading you off again to a nearby ryokan. The both of you hurried in, ignoring the judging eyes of the innkeeper who recognized the face of the yamazaki. Yongguk led you down to a room, guiding you in and shutting the door behind the two of you.  

You brought him into your arms, leaning up to kiss him like you did before with more desire as you fought with robes on your body. He pushed you down, falling onto the floor and silently thanking that there was already a soft futon set up underneath you. He didn’t stray too far from your body, kissing you hungrily before dragging his lips down your neck.  

You had played this out in your head a trillion times, thinking of all the different ways this could go. But now here you were, unable to do anything with your hands as they scratched and pulled on his body trying to anchor yourself with the pleasure and emotions your body was experiencing.  

He managed to suck a few red patches over your neck and chest, already putting claim on you as his lips trailed down further. Your silk robes were no match for his steady hands putting shame to the hard time you were having earlier. You couldn’t decide if his kisses were hot against your skin or if your body was so hot that his kisses were cooling you down. Either way he had reached down to a region that needed him the most, your thighs spreading on instinct for him.

A finger dipped into your pool, swirling about before he pulled it up to the light revealing a sheen of wetness on his digit. His dark eyes caught yours in a heated gaze, making sure you watched him take his middle finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. You moaned wantonly at the sight, quickly biting it back with a whine in fear of your loudness.

He watched his head dive in, feeling his tongue against your slick folds as he licked up hungrily. You covered your mouth in silent scream, feeling his tongue quickly work into rhythm that circled around your folds and lapped up to flick your clit.

You pressed your hand against your mouth tighter, the noise in your throat finding its way out as your lips mouthed curses into your palm. Your free hand found it way into his hair, but he quickly pulled your grasp into his own hand and held on securely. His tongue dipped into your hole, pushing it in as far as it would go making your walls sputter in desire for more length, more girth, and more heat. Your legs were a quivering mess as he lapped you up, altering with his tongue going inside you in a mocking gesture of what was soon to come.

You had needed this. Badly.

Your robes were beginning to stick to your body though you were quite exposed to the air that began to fill with sex. You almost couldn’t take it when his mouth wrapped around your rosebud, sucking into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around making you scream into your hand. You began to buck into his mouth, wanting even more of the pleasure you didn’t know what to do with.

He swirled his tongue over your pussy a few more times, a squelching noise filling the room shamefully as you whined to mask over the sound. Disappointment washed over you when he moved away, only to clench your walls at the sight of him sitting on the back of his heels, loosening the tie around his yukata.

Your eyes darted down as his robe opened up gracing you with the sight of his tan skin, toned body that was donning fresh new battle scars since the last you’ve seen of him. Nothing caught your eyes more than the hard meat standing at attention. You didn’t notice your legs were quivering in anticipation until his hands were underneath your thighs, pushing them back to fold over your torso. The concept of time had escaped from you not knowing if Yongguk was moving too fast or too slow as your eyes strained to watch him the pitch of darkness. You realized you didn’t need to when you could feel it, feel the head of his cock at your entrance coating itself in your wetness all the more making that same shameful sound.    

He was pushing himself in before you knew it, making a lustful noise tear from your throat as you stared up at him with eyes losing focus. You heard hiss out a curse, something about the tightness as he permitted his dick to go in deeper.

Claim you.

He held the back of your knees firmly, letting them shake in his hold as he guided his cock to go inside of you. He was so large, too thick for you to take in all at once. He knew this, which is why he pulled back to push in more slowly earning another fucked out whine from your throat. The two of you continued on like that until he was satisfied with what length you could take, pulling his hips back and experimentally snapping back in. Your body took the move well, coating his dick in a sheen of wetness as he built up a steady, slow rhythm. Even though your body was taking it well the pleasure was too much for you to handle. It had been so long since the last time for you never dared to have sex with another man if it wasn’t Yongguk. No amount of fantasizing and masturbating prepared you for this as you held onto his wrists so you wouldn’t lose yourself to the pleasure.

Yongguk watched his dick slip inside you, picking up speed as you took more of his length. Your wells sputtered over his girth, the tightness coaxing him to spill himself so early in the act. He chased the temptation away, snapping his hips into your own until his trance broke with your noise breaking into a high pitch. He whispered a soft apology, before returning to a bearable pace and letting his eyes scan over your body. You were a mess that was all his, in a shameful position that opened up just for him. You couldn’t hold himself back from picking up speed again, wanting to hear more of the noises spilling from your mouth. You were calling upon the gods, not bothering to hold back your wanton sounds as you spurred Yongguk on. You ignored the soreness in your legs as he pushed them back further, letting his body hover over you as he slammed his cock into your squelching pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you begged for it, making sure to tighten your walls over him everytime he came down.  

He cursed aloud before falling back onto his knees, halting his movements as he gained a tighter grip on the back of your knees. His dick slipped in and out of you, a slower pace than before though you weren’t complaining. The oncoming feeling of heat building in your lower stomach made you whine, as you reached out uselessly for Yongguk.

He stared down at your pleading expression, messy hair sticking to the sides of your face, lustful eyes begging out, “Make it last...please, make it last.”

You whispered the words over and over, listening to the growl that tore from his throat as he disciplined himself to keep a steady pace as he felt your walls squeeze over his cock. Your orgasm washed over in waves, a gurtled moan of his name as your eyes rolled back and curses spewed from your shameful mouth. You choked on a whine when he picked up speed, your sore legs falling to his sides as he released them and his hands fell between you. You listened to his mingled grunts and moans as he fucked you like he wanted. You wrapped your heavy arms around him, letting your mouth trail kisses along his neck and whispered dirty nothings into the air just for him to hear. He cursed loudly, quickly pulling out and emptying himself on the lower part of your stomach. You felt the hot spurts of liquid on your skin, the act of it almost turning you on again.

He fell over you again, welcoming his body in open arms as a tired smile played on your face. The both of you were spent and sleep was calling to you but the excitement of being with Yongguk after so long kept you up. You traced pictures into his back, your mind racing with the things you wanted to say to him.

You felt the weight on your body raise off of you, a look of surprise donning your features as you watched him gather his robe to cover him again and move away from your body. You quickly sat up, pulling your own silk to cover your body as you silently watched his back turn to you.

“So we have sex and that’s it? No I’ve missed you or this is where I’ve been this whole time?”

He was silent to your shaky questions, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “You’ll be safe here tonight. Go home in the morning.”

You scoffed in disbelief, a familiar twinge in your heart as you blurted, “You’re a sleazy bastard. You take all the women you want and throw them away after one night. If I didn’t show up tonight it would probably be another woman in here with you wouldn’t there?”

“Stop it.” his deep voice gently commanded, his back still turned to you as anger welled up inside.

“I’ve waited all this time for you and the first thing you do when you get back is play with some prostitutes and ignore me? When were you going to make time for me!?” Your voice was much louder, enough to wake up other possible guests in the inn. Your mouth pressed closed when he turned around with a harsh stare until you realized what was being held in them. Your jaw trembled as you felt your eyes burn, hoping to get the rest of it out in a clear voice.  

“Did you forget about everything between us?”

You stared each other down for a long while, refusing to break eye contact in fear that if you did it meant he no longer carried those feelings for you. You blinked when he moved towards you, a hand on the back of your neck pulling you to the lips that placed a soft kiss on your head.

“Keep your feelings close to your heart. Don’t let anyone else see what’s inside.”

You gasped when you felt the tight tension on your neck make a snap, your consciousness quickly going out and sleep welcoming you home.

[seoullove96]

hey all!

i’m trying to find a couple of B.A.P fanfics and i was hoping to get some help!

i know both are/were on either AO3 or AsianFanfics but i’m having zero luck. they are mature and up.

story #1: its mostly jongup/reader based but jongup and reader were friends on earth then on readers birthday, jongup and her(reader) have sex and her powers are unleashed and she is the princess of matoki and the matoki need to have sex with each other to survive and all of BAP have to have sex with the princess since they’re her guards. (i think the last i can recall there were 50+ chapters at least)

story #2: yongguk/reader based. every holiday yongguk appears and him and the reader have sex. no one but her can see him. he may have been a fallen angel?

i know its been several years since i’ve read them but i hope someone can help me! thank you!

[maribellec]

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Kawaakari : Last Light On The River

➹ description - sequel to kawaakari | samurai!yongguk comes back to your lonely town but it seems he has his mind on other things. You’re distraught on what to do and how to feel but it still remains, who will you serve? 

➹ pairing - samurai!yongguk x reader as oc(yeji)  

➹ rated - M for mature | 18+ | NSFW

➹ genre - NSFW | smut | angst | edo period japan | samurai!au 

➹ word count - 5k

➹ warnings - this is smut | profanity | NSFW | 18+ | unprotected intercourse | drunk sex | alcohol | bad representation of the edo period | tattoos

You could see the mirage of sweltering heat lining the orange dirt path. People lined up in front of their stores and even customers and passerby's stayed towards the side to keep the path open for the royal carriages coming forward in the distance. Their loud gossip turned into hushed whispers as the carriages came closer, seeing samurai in full armor leading the extravagant royal display that was pulled by finely dressed servants. 

You scoffed to yourself, folding your arms over your kimono as you watched the applause and cheers begin for the presence of the king in your humble town. He had returned from meeting with some diplomats on the other part of the district, and purposely rode through town to flaunt his power over the people. You were proven to be correct, the gold rimmed door swinging open with the sight of a black covered leg kicking out before the sun gave light to the recognizable grace of the King himself.       

Bodies crowded together just to get a glimpse of the King make his way down the dirt path in the gold court carriage that two servant men pulled from the front. His fine gold and black robes hung from his pale body loosely, leading up to the small flawless face except for the single scar over his eye. His joyous laugh roared over the cheers of people pushing amongst themselves to wave at the King. You recognized the red tint in his cheeks and half closed eyes, his body staggering in the entrance of the carriage as his hand grabbed hold of his falling crown, the hanging beads crashing against each other.  

Ah, he’s already drunk. And in a good mood. 

You had served the King with feminie company a few unfortunate times during past summers where he called upon your sisters. Head mistress never passed up the opportunity to offer the King her services, making you and the rest of your sisters dress your best and head to the castle to dine with the Emperor. It was uncomfortable and stomach churning, the deadly rumors about the King refusing to leave your head. King Yoongi was known as a tyrant, torturer, and sick bastard who took pleasure in every form of pain. You were proven right with the suffocating tension when you all settled into the dining room, the men keeping their hands off the ladies until King Yoongi flicked his wrist; permission granted to enjoy the feast and wine. The mood only lightened when your sisters got enough wine in him, a more comfortable expression on his face that was able to make you loosen up as well. 

You remembered the many parties you attended like that for the King, making sure to keep a safe distance away from him as he served his men that he granted to join his events. You managed to avoid the many summonses this summer to serve the King, passing the responsibility onto your sisters as you settled for laundry duty. Serving the King meant more money; ten chickens, five pigs and a goat you could send back home for your sickly mother but you couldn’t handle that much murderous tension in a room, it was too much on your heart. You took on basic work back at the oiran with the other men that frequented the shop but you mainly helped out with errands such as these. Trying to gather fruit in the market that now was bombarded with attention to the King rolling through. You sighed out in annoyance though you kept a safe distance hidden away in the crowd, taking in the sight of the foolish King about to fall out of his carriage. You noticed the many samurai surrounding him, raising an eyebrow to their armor cladded bodies and stone faces as they led the way towards the castle. They definitely garnered attention to themselves, making you wonder what entailed during the meeting with the noble diplomats. 

You watched the carriage continue to move forward, the many townspeople following the gold display in hopes that he would drop some gold coins for them. You shook your head, wondering if you should pack some extra unpaid fruit in your bag since no one was planning to do their jobs today. You moved to head back to the stalls but quickly stopped in your tracks with eyes going wide. 

There were still more men coming, but you recognized this attire on instant. They didn’t wear bulky armor like the samurai in front, but you knew these guys were the real deal with their black robes and glimpses of the familiar crest on their bodies. The group of them followed behind with a significant distance between the carriage, greeting the people as they came by. 

Your eyes scanned the group of men, searching out the person that you begged your mind to remember. Remember the appearance, the distinct features, call back on the love you once shared. 

It was as if time had slowed, the glimpse of the black hair being pushed back with a tan hand, long fingers getting lost in the black locks before they moved to the back of his neck to massage the tense muscles. You recognized his thick eyebrows, above those dark eyes you could get lost in if you stared for too long. You recognized the nose, pink full lips and the peek of the assorted tattoos along his body right underneath his neck being hidden by his black robe. You recognized it all, drinking him in as quickly as possible before you dared to utter his name. 

Yongguk. 

Your mouth didn’t even fall all the way open before you were roughly pushed aside, screaming women mingling in the group to convince the samurai to take a chance on them. If it wasn’t for your eyes frantically searching for Yongguk again you would have knocked this heavy basket of fruits on each of their hands and started a brawl. 

You managed to find him again in the larger crowd, only for your face to fall with the sight of the many women between his arms. A tiny hope of him acting a bit humble, pushing them aside and focusing on his own task at hand. Instead he welcomed the attention, heated bodies against his own as his mouth moved saying something to rile the girls up in a fit of giggles. 

You didn’t notice the way your body quivered or the tears stinging your eyes making them grow red. The basket of fruit that you carried suddenly grew too heavy on your arm, intense wave of emotions filling your chest as you watched his head tilt downward, red painted lips beside his ear as a girl whispered something you assumed to be words of desire, a slight smirk on his face before his eyes darted up to catch yours. 

A breath hitched in your throat as you rapidly blinked, feeling hot streams of liquid burning a path down your cheeks. You staggered back as you swallowed a building lump in your throat, unable to read the look in his eyes as he continued to look at you. You finally found your footing to quickly turn around in the direction back to the oiran.  

*

“Yeji-ah, you can’t stay like this forever.”

You muffled your sobs into the satin pillow you buried your face in, your body shaking with the cries you let out as you laid on the fluffy futon underneath you. Your friend sighed in the mirror, carefully drawing a winged line over her eyelid as she painted her face with the make-up on the table. 

“Crying all night isn’t going to do you any good.” she tutted, not sparing your form a glance as she continued her work in the mirror. 

The night air that came in through the open windows was cool on your hot skin from a very long soak in the bath that you spent crying in there too. You still had more sobs in you to get out, believing that this broken heart was never to be healed. 

“I will cry for many more then.” you drawled, moving your smushed face to the side and finally breathing in some fresh air. 

“You can’t do that~, you have work to do.” 

You raised up your heavy body on your arms, pushing yourself up into a sitting position with legs crossing over. You wiped your nose with the back of your hand and pulled the snot back in with a sniff, hearing your friend make a small noise of disgust. 

“I waited and waited for him to return back to me. I worked so hard even though I missed him so much.” You whined with another sniff, your numb heart being hit with another wave of sadness mingled with jealousy as the memory of the woman whispering in his ear flashed in your head again. “He’s a sleazy bastard. I should have listened to him the first time he said not to pursue him. I hope the gods give him what he deserves and-”

A hard smack against the table made you keep quiet, peeking up at your co-worker who was finally looking at you with a kind smile and freshly painted face. “This is not the Yeji I know.” 

You made a noise of surprise when she hopped out of the chair and toppled over you, wrapping her arms around your form in a tight hug making you groan. Her hands clasped your face, mushing your cheeks together as she made you turn your attention on her. 

“I’m not going to sit here and say I told you so because I already did but you can’t keep ruining this beautiful face with tears for a man.” You blinked at her, your smushed face making pout as your eyebrows knitted close together. Her mouth turned into a brilliant smile, playful eyes sparking with mischief. 

“I heard the yamazaki is dining in a bar near the castle, and it’s going to be a very fun party.”

Your head began to shake with denial but her tight clasp kept you still as she continued, “How about we go stir it up a bit more, and I’ll give you a makeover that’ll make every man drop to their knees before you get through the door.” 

You blinked at her, your voice coming out muffled, “But Yongguk will be there.”

“That’s precisely why you’re going my love.” 

“I don’t want to see women on his arm.”

“And he probably doesn’t want to see his men drooling all over you. But that’s what’s going to happen. And you will take back your pride and ego and show him the power of a courtesan that can kill men and women with her appeal.”  

There was a long pause between the two of you, her words settling in before her eyes smiled at you and she smacked a kiss on your lips. She released her hold on you and moved to return back to her seat, giving you the option to let her help you or not. You didn’t really like the idea of going out to a party, much less know that Yongguk was going to be there giving other women attention. Your emotions were unstable; the idea of having to let go of a lost love you’ve waited so long for that you changed your whole demeanor to that of a young girl being married off to a fine prince. Thus, this fine prince ended up being a sordid asshole who had no morals. Though, you couldn’t hold back the excitement in your heart, a little piece of yourself coming back. The look on his face when he saw you in all your glory and unfazed attitude proving two could play this game. And you wanted the last laugh.    

That’s what it means to work in Oiran.

*

Adrenaline coursed through your veins, mixed in with the couple cups of wine you downed to get you going. You took extra care in getting ready as fast as you could before the night wasn’t young anymore. You dressed in the finest gowns you could borrow, a kiss to your forehead from the headmistress as she prompted you to bring back customers since you weren’t making any money. Her nose wrinkled in disappointment but she let you and your sister go, holding hands as your laughter filled the night along with whistles of approval from men passing by. There were more people frequenting the district up near the castle, probably due to the King throwing another extravagant party to himself. But you made sure not to go too close, recognizing the famous bar you and your friend were headed towards that was lit up with joyous noise.  

You squeezed the hand in yours a little tighter, your friend sparing you a glance as you held your head a bit higher, moving along the path towards the entrance of the bar. You heard the catcalls and whistles, men already falling to their knees to capture your attention like withered flowers. A naughty smile played on your lips, the fire lit lights from the windows shining on your face as you stepped in, your presence being made known by the men who were fascinated with your beauty. Donned in silk red and white robes, shoulders and neck exposed the cool summer air as your hair was pinned up in a messy bun with fringes of your hair coming down to tickle your exposed skin.  

You glanced around, already gaining company as paid drinks were offered to you before you could even find a seat. Your friend and you loved to play a game of hard-to-get, only showing each other attention as men tried to get in between. Your eyes scanned the bar in search of the bastard you had your mind on all this time, biting down on your glossed bottom lip as your brown eyes searched through the yamazaki men.  

Indeed you found him in the hazy smoked corner of the bar, giggling women at his feet and pouring him drink after drink, even feeding him a chicken teriyaki. He seemed to have noticed you first, dark eyes boring into yours as a red tint washed over your body. You cleared your throat and looked back at your drink in hand, throwing your head back as you let the burning liquid course down your throat.  

A few more men sat at the table with you and your co-worker, compliments and words of desire already spewing from their mouths as you turned your work switch on. As a maiden who pleases men this was the same exact scenario, but instead of money you were earning Yongguk’s attention. 

“What’s your name, pretty girl?”

This one had caught your eye, among the others that your co-worker was keeping entertained he had his dark eyes on you. You scanned him over, being surprisingly reminded of Yongguk as you took his features in. Tan skin, thick eyebrows, short black hair and an adorable smile that made his eyes smaller. He was much more giggly, his body leaning towards yours as you rested a hand against his chest to steady him. “Yeji.”

He chuckled foolishly, “Nice to meet you, pretty girl. Name’s Himchan.”

You chuckled to yourself, laughing at his drunken actions as you watched him take a bottle of liquor out of the hand of his companion beside him, not even sparing him a glance at his flustered face. He poured the liquid into your cup, up to the very rim before he did the same with his own. 

You could feel heat against the nape of your neck as you took your cup into your hands again, carefully bringing the rim to your plush lips and drinking down the alcohol. Your face scrunched over as the strong alcohol filled your senses, making your body shiver. Himchan watched your actions closely, all the while letting his hand creep up your leg. The rough hand trailing up your thigh exposed more of your skin, his face leaning in as his tongue wet his pink lips ready to press against-

You watched his face fly onto the table, his hand torn away from your body as you held back a sudden scream. Himchan was out cold before he could even put up a fight, his body slumped against the table. Your head spun to the side, seeing Yongguk stand tall over you with a hand rubbing over the knuckles of his fist.  

Both of your attention was turned to the loud roar of one of his men, seeing the rest of the bar had taken notice of what went down. The large man staggered before dragging a bottle of one of the wooden tables, swinging it back over his shoulder before throwing it towards Yongguk. He dodged expertly, the wasted booze splattering over the wall as the rest of the bar went into an uproar. Yongguk had spurred on a drunken brawl, the yamazaki men beginning to fight amongst themselves. 

Fists were flying in each other’s faces as women screamed and moved to get away. You stumbled back, pushing away the heavy bodies that threatened to collide into you as you searched out for your friend. Your search was short-lived, a familiar rough hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you out. 

A rush of fresh air hit your heated face as you welcomed the outside, gathering your loose robes with your other free hand. You stared at the back of the man pulling you away from the bar, an ocean of mixed emotions washing over your body as you searched for your voice.  

“Guk!” 

He didn’t even spare you a glance, continuing to drag you along to wherever he was going. 

“Stop!” you let out again with a shaky voice, attempting to pull your arm back but his grip proved stronger. 

“My fucking arm, stop!!”

You collided into his body abruptly, his familiar scent filling your senses as you instinctively grabbed his body. You didn’t have time to gather your bearings, your head being tilted back with a possessive hand in the back of your hair and pulling it down. Soft lips met your own and it took every muscle to tighten over for you not to melt. His lips were firm but needy, kissing you just like you imagined you would when the two of you were granted to meet again. 

You heard a growl rip from his throat the same time his other free hand clutched around the fabric on your chest. Your heart skipped at the thought of him ripping your garments off of you when you were still outside, but he controlled himself as he released it and let his hand trail up your heart skin to wrap gently around your neck. 

He pulled away from your lips much to your disappointment, the hand on your neck keeping you in place as your eyes fluttered open. 

“Gukkie..”

He looked just as completely entranced as you probably looked to him, holding each other’s stares as your breaths mingled together in the short distance. He dragged his hand down from your neck, stepping back with his hand now in yours before leading you off again to a nearby ryokan. The both of you hurried in, ignoring the judging eyes of the innkeeper who recognized the face of the yamazaki. Yongguk led you down to a room, guiding you in and shutting the door behind the two of you.   

You brought him into your arms, leaning up to kiss him like you did before with more desire as you fought with robes on your body. He pushed you down, falling onto the floor and silently thanking that there was already a soft futon set up underneath you. He didn’t stray too far from your body, kissing you hungrily before dragging his lips down your neck.  

You had played this out in your head a trillion times, thinking of all the different ways this could go. But now here you were, unable to do anything with your hands as they scratched and pulled on his body trying to anchor yourself with the pleasure and emotions your body was experiencing.  

He managed to suck a few red patches over your neck and chest, already putting claim on you as his lips trailed down further. Your silk robes were no match for his steady hands putting shame to the hard time you were having earlier. You couldn’t decide if his kisses were hot against your skin or if your body was so hot that his kisses were cooling you down. Either way he had reached down to a region that needed him the most, your thighs spreading on instinct for him. 

A finger dipped into your pool, swirling about before he pulled it up to the light revealing a sheen of wetness on his digit. His dark eyes caught yours in a heated gaze, making sure you watched him take his middle finger into his mouth, sucking it clean. You moaned wantonly at the sight, quickly biting it back with a whine in fear of your loudness. 

He watched his head dive in, feeling his tongue against your slick folds as he licked up hungrily. You covered your mouth in silent scream, feeling his tongue quickly work into rhythm that circled around your folds and lapped up to flick your clit. 

You pressed your hand against your mouth tighter, the noise in your throat finding its way out as your lips mouthed curses into your palm. Your free hand found it way into his hair, but he quickly pulled your grasp into his own hand and held on securely. His tongue dipped into your hole, pushing it in as far as it would go making your walls sputter in desire for more length, more girth, and more heat. Your legs were a quivering mess as he lapped you up, altering with his tongue going inside you in a mocking gesture of what was soon to come. 

You had needed this. Badly.

Your robes were beginning to stick to your body though you were quite exposed to the air that began to fill with sex. You almost couldn’t take it when his mouth wrapped around your rosebud, sucking into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around making you scream into your hand. You began to buck into his mouth, wanting even more of the pleasure you didn’t know what to do with. 

He swirled his tongue over your pussy a few more times, a squelching noise filling the room shamefully as you whined to mask over the sound. Disappointment washed over you when he moved away, only to clench your walls at the sight of him sitting on the back of his heels, loosening the tie around his yukata. 

Your eyes darted down as his robe opened up gracing you with the sight of his tan skin, toned body that was donning fresh new battle scars since the last you’ve seen of him. Nothing caught your eyes more than the hard meat standing at attention. You didn’t notice your legs were quivering in anticipation until his hands were underneath your thighs, pushing them back to fold over your torso. The concept of time had escaped from you not knowing if Yongguk was moving too fast or too slow as your eyes strained to watch him the pitch of darkness. You realized you didn’t need to when you could feel it, feel the head of his cock at your entrance coating itself in your wetness all the more making that same shameful sound.    

He was pushing himself in before you knew it, making a lustful noise tear from your throat as you stared up at him with eyes losing focus. You heard hiss out a curse, something about the tightness as he permitted his dick to go in deeper. 

Claim you. 

He held the back of your knees firmly, letting them shake in his hold as he guided his cock to go inside of you. He was so large, too thick for you to take in all at once. He knew this, which is why he pulled back to push in more slowly earning another fucked out whine from your throat. The two of you continued on like that until he was satisfied with what length you could take, pulling his hips back and experimentally snapping back in. Your body took the move well, coating his dick in a sheen of wetness as he built up a steady, slow rhythm. Even though your body was taking it well the pleasure was too much for you to handle. It had been so long since the last time for you never dared to have sex with another man if it wasn’t Yongguk. No amount of fantasizing and masturbating prepared you for this as you held onto his wrists so you wouldn’t lose yourself to the pleasure. 

Yongguk watched his dick slip inside you, picking up speed as you took more of his length. Your wells sputtered over his girth, the tightness coaxing him to spill himself so early in the act. He chased the temptation away, snapping his hips into your own until his trance broke with your noise breaking into a high pitch. He whispered a soft apology, before returning to a bearable pace and letting his eyes scan over your body. You were a mess that was all his, in a shameful position that opened up just for him. You couldn’t hold himself back from picking up speed again, wanting to hear more of the noises spilling from your mouth. You were calling upon the gods, not bothering to hold back your wanton sounds as you spurred Yongguk on. You ignored the soreness in your legs as he pushed them back further, letting his body hover over you as he slammed his cock into your squelching pussy. Your eyes rolled back as you begged for it, making sure to tighten your walls over him everytime he came down.  

He cursed aloud before falling back onto his knees, halting his movements as he gained a tighter grip on the back of your knees. His dick slipped in and out of you, a slower pace than before though you weren’t complaining. The oncoming feeling of heat building in your lower stomach made you whine, as you reached out uselessly for Yongguk. 

He stared down at your pleading expression, messy hair sticking to the sides of your face, lustful eyes begging out, “Make it last...please, make it last.”

You whispered the words over and over, listening to the growl that tore from his throat as he disciplined himself to keep a steady pace as he felt your walls squeeze over his cock. Your orgasm washed over in waves, a gurtled moan of his name as your eyes rolled back and curses spewed from your shameful mouth. You choked on a whine when he picked up speed, your sore legs falling to his sides as he released them and his hands fell between you. You listened to his mingled grunts and moans as he fucked you like he wanted. You wrapped your heavy arms around him, letting your mouth trail kisses along his neck and whispered dirty nothings into the air just for him to hear. He cursed loudly, quickly pulling out and emptying himself on the lower part of your stomach. You felt the hot spurts of liquid on your skin, the act of it almost turning you on again. 

He fell over you again, welcoming his body in open arms as a tired smile played on your face. The both of you were spent and sleep was calling to you but the excitement of being with Yongguk after so long kept you up. You traced pictures into his back, your mind racing with the things you wanted to say to him. 

You felt the weight on your body raise off of you, a look of surprise donning your features as you watched him gather his robe to cover him again and move away from your body. You quickly sat up, pulling your own silk to cover your body as you silently watched his back turn to you. 

“So we have sex and that’s it? No I’ve missed you or this is where I’ve been this whole time?” 

He was silent to your shaky questions, a hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “You’ll be safe here tonight. Go home in the morning.”

You scoffed in disbelief, a familiar twinge in your heart as you blurted, “You’re a sleazy bastard. You take all the women you want and throw them away after one night. If I didn’t show up tonight it would probably be another woman in here with you wouldn’t there?”

“Stop it.” his deep voice gently commanded, his back still turned to you as anger welled up inside.

“I’ve waited all this time for you and the first thing you do when you get back is play with some prostitutes and ignore me? When were you going to make time for me!?” Your voice was much louder, enough to wake up other possible guests in the inn. Your mouth pressed closed when he turned around with a harsh stare until you realized what was being held in them. Your jaw trembled as you felt your eyes burn, hoping to get the rest of it out in a clear voice.  

“Did you forget about everything between us?”

You stared each other down for a long while, refusing to break eye contact in fear that if you did it meant he no longer carried those feelings for you. You blinked when he moved towards you, a hand on the back of your neck pulling you to the lips that placed a soft kiss on your head. 

“Keep your feelings close to your heart. Don’t let anyone else see what’s inside.” 

You gasped when you felt the tight tension on your neck make a snap, your consciousness quickly going out and sleep welcoming you home.

[flyfireflyfly]

Silver Rain

"I'm a troll and I'll eat your bones!" Yongguk came to an abrupt stop, barely avoiding the shrieking child that ran in front of him. They were followed by several more children that were running around the town square. He watched them with an amused smile on his face. It didn't seem that long ago that he did the same thing. Chasing after his friends, splashing in the fountain, and singing the song about hungry trolls, goblins that collected shiny objects, and witches that controlled the weather. All the scary things that lived in the mountains. Turning away, he started walking again and left the noisy town square. The tightly packed buildings began to spread out more as he continued until they disappeared. The forest welcomed him as took the dirt path that would lead up in to those same mountains the children sang about. When he was little, he would be too scared to come this way, believing that the stories were true. As an adult though, he never felt more safe. Except for the darkening sky and he hurried his pace as he noticed how late it was. He didn't have anything to light his way, to prevent him from getting lost or injuring himself. A cold wind kicked up and he lifted the collar of his jacket to protect his neck. Winter would be here in a few more weeks. He had to make sure to start stocking up on supplies for when there was too much snow to make the trek to town. Ironically that was also his favorite time of the year. When he could stay home alone and enjoy the silence. He began to make a mental inventory of what he needed when he noticed a dark shape up ahead. Slowing his pace, he squinted his eyes to make it out in the dim light. It wasn't until he was a few feet away that he realized it was a person curled up on the ground. A woman to be precise, and she was bundled in a dark, blue cloak. "Hey, you okay?" He knelt down and put his hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes halfway, giving him a small flash of her brown eyes, before her eyelids drooped close once more. "Hey." he urged again, shaking her a little. When she didn't respond, he put his hand on her face and sucked in a breath. Her skin was ice cold. Yongguk looked back the way he came, but he knew taking her to town wasn't a good idea. He wouldn't make it before the sun completely set. His house was closer and he slid his arms under her. She stirred a little as he lifted her, murmuring something he couldn't make out. He held on to her tightly and walked as quickly as he could home.

It was dark by the time they reached the small cabin, though thankfully the porch light was on. He approached the front door wondering how he was going to unlock it with the woman in his arms. Then he looked down at her and was startled to see her looking at him. "Oh! Uh..." Yongguk felt his face heat up. "I brought you... I mean, you were passed out and cold, and it was too dark to take you to town." She turned her head slightly to look at his house. Neither surprise or fear showed on her face, much to his relief. "I need to unlock the door. Can you stand?" he asked. Biting her bottom lip, she gave a small nod. He carefully lowered her on to her feet but when he went to let go, she swayed and clutched on to him. He swiftly wrapped an arm around her waist to help her stay on her feet. "Hold on." Taking the keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door and pushed it open. Then he swept her back up in to his arms, carried her inside, and kicked the door shut behind him. The room plunged in to darkness but he knew his way around and carried her to the large rug that sat in front of the fireplace. He gently set her down before running over to turn on the lights. "I'll get a fire going." he told her as he quickly grabbed a blanket he kept on the couch. After he wrapped it around her, he knelt down in front of the fireplace. Once he got a small fire going, he turned around to find the woman watching him again. Now that he was properly looking at her in the light, he blushed once more. She was beautiful. How had he never seen her in town before? Cause he would have definitely remembered her. And he did want to remember her as he eyes took in every detail. The curve of her cheeks and the plumpness of her lips. He wondered just how soft her smooth skin would feel with his fingers and he began to lift his hand to find out, only to stop himself when he realized what he was doing. "I... uh..." he stammered. His mind raced as he tried to figure out what he should say. Or even do. "Well, um... The fire should help you get warm." Forcing himself to look away from her, he sat back on the rug. He stripped off his jacket and took off his shoes. Suddenly she moved towards him, climbing in to his lap as she let the blanket and her cloak fall away. He gaped at her in shock and spread his arms, not wanting to touch her. "What..." She kissed him. Her lips, touching his lips, and damn if he didn't feel his heart flutter. Then he jerked his head back. "What are you..." She silenced him again with another kiss. Not being able to help himself, he kissed her back, relishing the softness of her lips. When he felt her tongue try to force it's way between his lips though, he tore himself away. "You don't have to do this." he told her. "I just wanted to help." Because that was obviously the only reason she was doing this. As if she believed she had to repay his kindness. She pulled away a little and he was relieved he got through to her. That she knew she didn't have to throw herself at him. Then he yelped in surprise when instead of getting off of his lap, she straddled him.

As the woman began kissing him again, Yongguk placed his hands on her waist. He attempted to gently push her off but she refused to be budged. He broke off the kiss and turned his head to the side. "I mean it. You really don't.." The rest of the words lodged in his throat as she kissed his neck, her lips leaving a trail up and down his skin. Then she sucked on particular spot that caused him to inhale sharply and his hand moved to her back as he clutched her body against his. Another suck and then her tongue flicked his earlobe. He closed his eyes, surrendering to her and letting her do what she wanted. Which made him even more aware of the effect she was having on him. His heart thundered in his chest, his breaths coming short as he panted, and this tingling in his groin as he felt himself hardening. The way she withered against him was certainly not helping either. With a groan, he shoved her back from him. Her eyes widened as she gaped at him, a faint blush spreading over her skin. "You know you don't have to do this, right? That I didn't bring you here for this." he insisted. "You know that, right?" Blushing even more, a shy smile formed on her face before she nodded her head. Yongguk stared in to her eyes, seeing silver flecks mixed in with the brown. His gaze dropped down to take in the short dress with spaghetti straps she was wearing. He couldn't help but notice the swell of her breast, the curve of her hips, or her legs spread wide over his own legs. His resolve melted away as he brought his eyes back up to her face. "Okay." He yanked her towards him and smashed his lips against hers. A desperate kiss that she didn't hesitate to reciprocate until they had to break apart to gasp for air. She reached behind her and Yongguk heard the sound of a zipper. Licking his lips in anticipation, he watched a she slid the straps over her shoulders. The front of the dress fell down, exposing her breast, and eliciting a moan from him. The woman grabbed one of his hands and brought it to her chest. He took her boob in his hand, gently squeezing it. Then with is other hand, he pinched the nipple of her other boob. As soon as she hissed, he felt a sharp pain from his groin. His erection pressed uncomfortably against his jeans but he ignored it. He focused instead on massaging both her breasts, enjoying every flinch of her body when he squeezed too hard. When she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed though, he released her and fell back on to the rug. Her fingers fumbled with the buckle, her own desperateness showing with the shaking of her arms that hindered her. A tiny smile formed on his own face this time as he watched her. When she was finally successful, the pain he felt before was gone. His erection no longer confined. There was a new throbbing pain though and he quickly reached down to help her pull his boxers down to his thighs.

Yongguk held his breath, forcing himself to lay still despite wanting to grab her. Waiting for her to shift her position and arrange her dress. It was it's own kind of torture until he finally felt her fingers on his dick, followed by warmth as she slowly lowered herself on to him. His body shuddered as he let out a shaky breath in relief. Suddenly she started bouncing up and down, bringing a strangled cry from him. He grabbed her thighs and tightly squeezed as intense pleasure rushed through him. Closing his eyes, he focused on what she was doing, enjoying the feel of his dick sliding against the wet walls of her pussy. He couldn't remember the last time anything felt as good. Especially when pressure started forming and his muscles stiffened, his orgasm building up inside him. Sliding his hand up to her hips, he urged her to go faster. To bring him his release. Only for her to stop. He resisted a whimper as the pressure disappeared and opened his eyes. Her chest heaved as she panted and wiped away a few stands of hair sticking to her face. Sitting up, he wrapped his arms around her before rolling over so she was under him. He propped himself up to put just enough distance between them so he could see her face. Then he moved his hips, giving her a slow thrust as he buried his dick into her. A tiny, quiet cry came from her as she threw her head back. His heart fluttered in his chest and he quickly did it again, wanting to see her writher. A couple more times and her body shook. He planted his hands on the rug and pushed upwards so he was hovering over her. He wanted to watch, needed to watch, everything. Watch her come undone as he did another slow thrust that was just as agonizing for him as it seemed to be to her. His dick throbbed with need that only grew more painful as she stared at him pleadingly and whimpered. "You're so beautiful." he uttered, staring into her eyes that were more silver than brown now. The woman didn't say anything in return. She merely ran her hands up the length of his arms, until he moved his hips faster and then she gripped him tightly. She squeezed her eyes shut and Yongguk knew it wouldn't be much longer. Not much longer for him either as he felt his own orgasm threatening to erupt. Despite that though, he increased his speed even more. Desperately wanting to hear her cry out again. "Come on, come on..." he silently begged. His own body began to shake. He attempted to focus on something else. The rug underneath her or the crackling of the fire, but it was too late. He was too far gone. "I... I c-can't..." His breathless words came out shaky as well. She responded by moving her hands to his hips, urging him to keep going, and he was rewarded a moment later by her strangled cry filling the room. That was all it took. He buried his dick deep inside her and rode out the torrent of pleasure that slammed in to him as he cummed. It seemed to go on forever until his muscles finally went limp and he collapsed on to the floor beside her.

When the lightheadedness faded away, guilt settled in his stomach. They hadn't exactly used protection. He turned his head towards her, ready to apologize, but he stopped himself as his heart skipped a beat. She looked so positively radiant with a dreamy smile on her face. Then she opened her eyes and met his gaze. Her smile grew and a little giggle escaped her. Feeling himself blush, he couldn't help but to smile as well. He turned away and reached down for his boxers and pants. As soon as he was done fixing his clothes, the woman draped her body over him while bringing the blanket with her and covering the two of them. "Uh..." He blinked at her in surprise. "Th-there's a bed. And..." She closed her eyes, seemingly content to lay there with him by the fire. Closing his own eyes as well, he listened to the sound of her breathe as he felt his body relaxing. When he opened his eyes again, he was surprised to see the morning light coming in through the window. He hurriedly sat up and looked around. The fire had died in the hearth, leaving only a few smoking embers. That and the blanket over him was the only remnants of last night. She was gone. He stood up and hurried to the front door. As soon as he stepped outside, he came to a sudden halt. The sun shining down on him was so warm, much warmer than normal for an autumn morning. He should be able to see his breath. Glancing around, he didn't see the woman and he let out a sigh as his shoulders slumped. Apparently she was simply going to be a mystery to him.

Months went by and it would be a lie if he claimed he didn't think about her, though it did happen less and less as time passed. Today was one of those days that she was in his thoughts. Closing his eyes, he tilted his head back so the hot sunshine warmed his face. It had been an unusually warm day after she left. This was normal summer weather however and he wiped away a little bit of perspiration from his forehead. Opening his eyes, he surveyed the cloudless sky and smiled a little. Then he went into his house. He kicked off his shoes before making his way to the fridge and got himself a cold drink. Twisting the cap off, he brought the bottle to his lips when he heard a strange sound. Pitter-patter on the roof that was growing louder. He moved to the window above the sink and his mouth dropped open in shock. It was raining. Setting his drink down, he quickly went to the front door and threw it open. The rain was coming down so heavy that he almost missed another strange noise. Looking down at his doorstep, he saw a bundle in blue cloth. He knelt down and moved the fabric aside. Nothing could prepare him for what he found. The baby peered up at him for just the briefest moment before closing its eyes and letting out a shriek as it continued crying. Yongguk could do nothing but stare at the child in disbelief. Then he shook his head, coming to his senses, and scooped the bundle into his arms. It was only at that moment when he realized that the blue cloth wasn't a blanket. It was a cloak. Inhaling sharply, he ran off of the porch in to the downpour. "Wait!" he yelled as loud as he could. Looking down the path that lead to town, he didn't see anyone so he hurried towards the trees. As he searched the forest, he kept calling out for the woman but it was futile. She had disappeared again. Suddenly the rain stopped in an instant and he looked up at the sky in astonishment. Then he heard giggling and he turned his attention to the baby in his arms. Brown eyes with flecks of silver looked up at him and when the baby noticed it had Yongguk's attention, it showed a big, gummy smile before giggling once more. Yongguk closed his eyes and remembered the same silver in the woman's eyes. He tilted his head back, relishing the warm sun on his skin. "How about 'eun' with the hanja for silver and 'u' with the hanja for rain?" Opening his eyes, he looked back down at the baby in his arms. "Kind of unconventional but I think it suits you." The baby gave another wide smile and let out happy squeal while wiggling. A smile formed on Yongguk's face. Then he glanced around the forest one more time and sighed. "Let's go home, Eunu."

[pocminiseries]

Lonely|2

Let Me In.

♣️

The stinging water hit her skin, instantly relaxing her stiff muscles. Arriving home only minutes ago, all she wanted was a hot shower to forget about what happened tonight.

More than anything she felt embarrassed.

In a way, she knew she shouldn't have gone in there thinking everything was going to turn out how she imagined. It was foolish. She wouldn't even be surprised if Yongguk sicked his goons on the man who made her feel temporary relief. And she had no one else to blame but herself.

Regardless, she still felt that pain in her chest that it was Zelo that came and pulled her away and not Yongguk, but was she really surprised? Hell no.

She started to wonder why she even tried to begin with. Clearly, he didn't care about her like he once claimed. How does one say they love you and only want you then go about loving on another woman? It was complete and utter bullshit.

Yet stupidly enough, she still wanted him and she hated herself for that.

She could hear her friends now, "We warned you but you didn't listen, now look at you. He has you out here looking stupid." And sadly enough it was true. She trusted him. Gave him things that she has never given any other man before. Loved him in a way she knew no other woman would be able to. He had her heart and promised to protect it.

Clearly, that was a lie.

At this point, her mind was already made up to make plans to get out of the city and go back home to the states but she knew that would be a challenge. Yongguk had eyes everywhere. There wasn't one move she made that he didn't know about. She would have to go against his words and connect with people he didn't approve of.

At the end of the day, it was her life and no one was in control of it except for her. It was something that she would have to remind herself of constantly.

Stepping out of the shower she quickly dried off and got dressed in a red lace-trimmed slip just as the rain began to pour down outside. Her small but modernized apartment was just enough considering it was only her. The only friends she had over was Francesca and Natalie, the few people she actually trusted and tried to talk some sense into her.

In no time the smoke from the strawberry flavored hookah pen blew from her mouth, filling the air with a sweet scent as she tried to relax enough to fall asleep.

Soft music played in the background of her bedroom while she lazily laid across her comfortable bed. The only source of light coming from a single candle and the occasional flash of lightning as the rain pattered against her windows harshly.

Her phone had been ringing nonstop since she left the club, all calls and text messages from him or his friends. She ignored every single one of them, turning off her phone completely after being annoyed by the constant ringing tone and vibrating sounds.

So naturally, she wasn't surprised that for the last few minutes he had shown up and began banging on her apartment door. She could hear him yelling for her to open up since she changed the code and he could no longer get in. All she wanted was time to herself but he just wouldn't allow it. Groaning in frustration, she kicked the covers off her body and walked slowly towards the door. 

“What do you want Yongguk?” She softly asked, hand on the doorknob, debating if she should just open it or not.

“Let me in.” His voice wasn’t demanding but yet she knew he wasn’t asking her either. “We need to talk.”

She knew better. If she opened this door, there would be no talking. He knew he was her weakness and how to get to her. All it would take is one touch and she would be putty in his hands. “No. We have nothing to talk about. It’s over, just leave me a-alone.” Her voice cracked, realizing she was crying without even noticing it.

“I’m sorry jagiya but you know I can’t do that. Please open up.” Placing her head against the door, she gripped the handle tighter. “Let me hold you.”

"You don't deserve to touch me anymore." She retorted back almost immediately. He honestly didn't and he knew that but he needed her.

As soon as Zelo had come back, he ordered everyone in their section to disperse, only leaving them and the others that knew to stay. Yongguk didn't bother to protest because sooner or later, the discussion was going to happen. He saw the way his boys looked at him. They were not feeling the way he treated Samora at all.

Even they knew how much of a rider she was, especially after what she did to Vega. They were already loyal to her when Yongguk made it known she was his, and that loyalty only grew after she took down one of their most powerful enemies.

"What's going with you hyung? This isn't like you." Zelo stated once he took a seat in front of the man he considered a brother. Yongguk was far from an angel but from the moment he laid eyes on Samora everyone around them saw something change in him. That woman was his life, yet here he was acting as though she meant nothing to him once more.

Yongguk merely grunted in response, he felt as though this wasn't the time or place for this. "Do you not love her anymore?" Zelo continued to ask the one question everyone around them wanted to know the answer to. If he didn't, then Zelo felt as though he should've let her go and not cheat on her with the one person he knew was no good for him.

Zhara was toxic but the sad thing was, Samora had no clue who the woman was to him. She's only seen them together.

Yongguk stood up in a defensive manner, angry that Zelo or anyone would accuse him of not loving the one woman that meant the world to him. "You know how much I love her and so does everybody else!" He snapped as his jaw clenched, trying his best not to do something he'll regret.

"Is that right? So why are you treating her like she does not matter anymore? You see that she's hurting." Jongup spoke up next, coming to stand next to Zelo. "You should've been the one to go after her, not Zelo." He, along with everyone else would kill to have someone like Samora by their side. True love like that was rare to find and here Yongguk was wasting it.

"You should've killed Zhara when you had the chance," Zelo mumbled, hating the fact that vile woman showed up once again. "Whatever voodoo spell she has on you, you need to break it."

Shaking his head, Yongguk picked up a shot glass and quickly drunk the dark liquid that was inside of it. "We didn't sleep together." He finally revealed, although he knew to put his mouth on someone other than Samora was still wrong.

"We know. You're stupid but not stupid, stupid." Jongup said seriously. "Regardless, you need to go and apologize, no matter if she doesn't want to hear it."

"Exactly. Go and get your girl back."

Now here he was hoping she would forgive him somehow. "Please, let me make it up to you."

And just like that, she unlocked the door, knowing he probably found out her new code to get in the first place. Opening the door, she stepped aside and finally let him in. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor, afraid to actually look at him in the face.

“Look at me, Samora.” His deep voice sent chills down her spine. She could already feel a slight wetness between her thick thighs, hating the way he had such control over her body.

Ignoring his request, she turned to walk back towards her bedroom only to have him grab her wrist to stop her from moving.

“You can’t just come here and expect me to forgive you, I refuse to do it.”

He sighed loudly, pulling her back to face him. “I don’t expect you to.” She finally looked at him to see a sad look on his handsome face. His dark eyes gazed into her own, leaning in slowly until she felt his breath hit her heated skin. He always loved seeing her wear these silk slips that showed just enough without giving anything away.

She felt as though her eyes betrayed her and glanced at his lips, lips that she hasn’t kissed in weeks. Deep down she knew she should just turn away and act like he wasn’t here. But here she was going against her own words and falling for him again like always. But she couldn’t help how she felt. 

He hurt you, her mind screamed at her but she already had her mind up as he crashed his lips onto hers.

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[noonaduck]

We used to be so in love.

Pairing: B.A.P Yongguk x reader, Daehyun x reader genre: non idol AU, Angst, Smut, oneshot Words: 7212 Summary: When you find your fiancee cheating on you your whole world falls apart. Luckily there is another man to collect the pieces and help you towards healing.

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You were shaking when Yongguk pushed deeper into you. His sweet words and gentle hands were always able to make you melt. You searched hiss lips and pulled him closer. His lips answered to yours feverishly and your tongues danced in language that only two of you knew.  Yongguk puts his thump to your clit at rubs it rhythmically. You separate from his lips with gasp.

‘'Come for me baby.'' His lips brush your ear and you feel yourself tightening around him. You feel your core shaking and stars fulls your vision when you hit your climax. ''That's it, you are my good girl.'' Yongguk praises you and with few last thrust he follows your climax and warm seed fills you.

~~ The moon was bright and shined trough the open window's curtains which moved along with the wind. His love was sleeping peacefully, her eyes tightly closed and a blanked tightly in her fist. Sweet smile on her lips told story about happy dreams she was having. Yongguk was sitting next to her and strokes gently her soft hair. His lover sifted on her sleep and the man got scared that he woke her up. Luckily she just rolled over and kicked her blanked into messy pile in the end of bed. The ring on her hand got his attention. It hasn't been long when he had given it for her. When she said yes was happiest day in his life. It was breaking his heart that he needs to take it back so quickly and let her go because of another woman.

The movie had ended couple of minutes ago and you were following the crowd out from the theater. You were holding Yongguk's hand so you wouldn't lose him in the mass of people. You had went to see a new comedy movie which his friend Junhong had wanted to see for long time along with their other friend Himchan. ''So, did you guys like it?'' Junhong asks excitedly. His deep brown eyes glowed under the dim streetlights and his face was full of excitement.  His messy blonde hair was covered by grey beanie and he was wearing a loose white hoodie alongside some sweatpants. ''It was okay.'' You shrug your shoulder and Junhong's face turns into exaggerated shock. ''Just okay? If i remember correctly, you were laughing as much as I did.'' He argues. ''Hush you little children, It's already late.'' Himchan rolls his eyes. Himchan is wearing a leather jacket with v-collar t-shirt accompanied with white ripped jeans. You fake pout to Yongguk and he takes you into his embrace. Yongguk is wearing a black hoodie and denim jacket over it with black jeans. You lean in his embrace and are able to smell scent of his deodorant mixed his own shooting body odor. Its always able to calm you down. ''Himchan, don't be rude to Y/N.'' Yongguk says whith soft smile. ''Hey, what about me? He called me a child as well.'' Junhong murmurs and Himchan let's small chuckle escape from his lips. ''Don't except that Yongguk defends you, after he started to date Y/N he has been tied around her finger.'' ''Jealous much?'' You peek under Yongguk's arm and poke your tongue out. Yongguk rolls his eyes and smiles widely. ''You are sometimes really childish, but you are my childish Y/N.'' he says and pokes your nose. This time you pout for real, which causes both Junhong and Himchan laugh for your defeat.

 You are going trough your mail and feel like crying. You had again another demand of payment from loan which you even haven't taken. After your father has passed away last year all his dept had fallen for you, dept that you didn't even known that he had. When you had get first threatening letter you had thought that it was some sort of sick joke. You had ripped the paper in half and thrown it away. When the second one came you were less sure about it. Finally when a scary looking man had came behind your door demanding payment you had to believe it was true. Your dad had taken illegal loan from loan shark to pay his gambling dept. Apparently he was addicted to gambling, but had been extremely good at hiding it. On the outside he had seemed like regular person who worked in office for five days in the week. But the truth had been other as you had found out, when you got to know that he had lost his job over a year before his death. He had faked that he still was working. What it came to your mother she had left you when you were mere two years old. She had found a new man and started a new family with him. You are sitting at the kitchen table with your friend Youngjae and staring at the pile of papers like they could magically disappear. You lived in small apartment with Yongguk which consisted from small kitchen, living room, one bathroom and of course bedroom. The walls of your kitchen were painted in light yellow to bring sun inside the small kitchen. The cabinets were dark wood and table tops were white granite. Yongguk was still at work so you were able to be swallowed in your misery in peace. You still haven't told him about your situation, even though you and him had been together for three years. You look the small diamond ring on your hand and deep quilt is eating your guts. You knew how long he had had save money to buy it for you. ''It's okay we will figure this out.''  Youngjae says and takes your hand into his. He is only one who knows about your dept and he had only found out by mistake when he had found opened threat for payment from your bedroom. ''But how Jae? I can barely keep up with the payments and I'm scared to death that Yongguk finds out and leaves me and...''You sniff and begin to cry in middle of your sentence. ''It's okay Y/N, I'm here.'' Youngjae squeezes your hand tighter and tamp your wet eyes with paper towel with his free hand. You hear your front door open and you look the papers speared on the table in panic. You begin to collect the bills in hurry and Youngjae helps you hide them under the table cloth. ''I'm home.'' You hear Yongguk's tired voice coming from the front door. ''I'm here oppa.'' You call back and try look natural as possible when he steps into kitchen. ''Hi Jae.'' Yongguk greets Youngjae when he notices him and peeks your cheek. ''Hi hyung.'' Youngjae nods when Yongguk pulls a chair next to you. ''How was work?'' You ask and fumble your hands awkwardly on your lap. ''Tiring. What you two had been up to?'' He yawns and hangs his arm lazily over your shoulder. ''We have been just hanging  around.'' Youngjae shrugs naturally, he is better at lying than you are. ''I see.'' Yongguk nods yawning again. ''You should take a nap, you seem really tired.'' You suggest and Yongguk agrees almost instantly. ''Yes, I should. It was nice to see you again Jae.'' Yongguk peeks this time your lips and leaves from the kitchen. ''You too hyung.'' Youngjae yells after him. You pull the papers under the table cloth with shaking hands and turn your eyes to Yongjae. ''It was too close.'' You say scared. ''You can't hide this forever from him.'' Youngjae smiles sadly. ''I can try.'' 

It was a regular night and you were watching a TV with Yongguk. Some old drama was rerunning on the screen and you weren't really paying your full attention to it. The room was dark except the light coming from the TV. You were sitting on the leather couch next to your fiancee who had seemed rather distant lately. You put blame of it for his work, which has taken his time more and more lately. He had came home late at night or not at all. Still you couldn't blame him, Yongguk had dreamed about career as an artist, and when his chance had finally came he had worked twice as hard than before.  His debut was nearing and it was causing lot of stress on him. You leaned on his shoulder and he changed his position awkwardly. ''Oppa, whats wrong?'' You ask worriedly. ''Nothing, I'm just tired.'' He says without turning his eyes away from the screen. You are quite sure that Yongguk didn't like the drama which was playing, but still decided to pay attention for it instead of you. ''Okay.'' You say weakly and straighten your posture. For a while you just keep staring the screen with nothing seeing eyes. You try to take his hand into yours and Yongguk stands up. ''I'm tired. I will go to sleep.'' He says and storms out of the room leaving you alone into confused and sad state.

You are at the mall with Himachan and Youngjae. You had asked their help to pick a birthday gift for Yongguk. His birthday was coming in few weeks and you weren't good with presents. So you had turned to Himchan, who was closest to Yongguk, and Youngjae, who was your best friend. ''How about this?'' You ask while pointing at black scarf which was hanging on mannequin's neck. ''Ehh, I'm not so sure that he is going to like that.'' Himchan says and Youngjae shakes his head on agreement. ''I don't know. Every year I'm almost near of full panic attack when I try to think a present for him.'' You are desperate. ''What did you bought him last year?'' Himchan ask when you exit another store empty handed. ''I bought him some expensive high quality paper and pencils and even back then it wasn't my idea.'' ''It was mine.'' Youngjae says proudly. ''And if I remember correctly he liked that gift a lot.'' ''He did.'' You admit. You haven't known Himchan for long because he was still living in different country last year. He and Yongguk had been childhood best friends who had happened to bump up to each other after Himchan had returned. Their friendship had continued like it had never ended at first place. Your stomach growls and you smile awkwardly. ''I think that its time for lunch break.'' ''Fine by me.'' Youngjae agrees. ''Sure.'' Himchan nods and you three head towards the restaurant area. You agree to eat at Subway and enter the place when your eyes land on the table where Yongguk is sitting with a strange woman. That's odd, he said that he is working, you thought confused. The pair seems to be too deep to focused into their conversation so they don't notice your presence. ''Isn't that Yongguk hyung?'' Youngjae asks surprised when he notices them. You are still on the line waiting on your turn to make your order. ''Indeed, It seems it is.'' Himchan confirms what you already know. Before you are able to yell his name or go to him the woman kisses him. Yongguk doesn't stop her and stays still until she pulls away. You must admit that she is pretty, She has long shiny black hair, heart shaped face with small mouth and round brown eyes. She is wearing a tight white shirt with a red mini skirt and the clothes are fitting on her hourglass figure like a glove. her legs seems never ending and are covered with knee length brown boots. Huge sob leaves your lips and then Yongguk notices you. You turn around run away while cries rips your chest. You don't care about the confused and curious looks which are given to you by other mall visitors. ''Y/N wait.'' Youngjae yells after you, but you keep running.

You feel so humiliated and ashamed of yourself. Busy with work, in my ass! Someone grabs your hand and you try to pry away. ''Jae let me go.'' You say and try to rip yourself of. Tears are making your eyes watery and everything is foggy in your eyes. ''I'm not Jae.'' Yongguk's familiar deep voice answers and you feel rage rushing trough your veins. ''Why? Why did you do this to me?'' You yell sobbingly and start hitting him with your free arm. ''Y/N calm down, don't make a scene.'' Yongguk says and grabs also your free hand on his grip. ''Don't make a scene, you say! I make a scene if I want to!'' You try to wiggle away from his arms. Himachan and Youngjae are able to reach you while you were arguing. ''As much as I want to punch Yongguk right now he is right, we don't want to security to come here.'' Yongjae fums with rage and you easily notice the drop of honorifics in his sentence. You take a deep breath and try to calm yourself. When you are still Yongguk lets you go and takes a step backwards. You are getting curious looks and some people even stopped to stare what the commotion was about. Himchan is strangely quiet for his nature and just keeps staring his feet awkwardly. ''There you are Gukkie!'' The woman who kissed Yongguk earlier arrives at the scene and hangs herself on his left side. Yongguk doesn't pry her of and the anger fums again inside of you. ''That's it, we are done!'' You rip your engagement ring from your hand and throw it to Yongguk's face. Yongguk  looks you with face which is hard to read and you storm away sobbing without caring who would see you. Youngjae tries to leave after you, but one glance from you makes him halt his steps. Your face was so broken and full of sorrow that he didn't know what to do.

It's raining and small raindrops compete who reaches the end of the window at first. You are sitting on your new apartment floor surrounded by unopened boxes on the floor. It was few weeks after the episode on the mall and you were finally able to have place on your own. You had lived with Youngjae for a while, but came fast to conclusion that you needed your place of own.  You were on luck when you had get an apartment this fast. The place was small only with one room combined living space/bedroom and small kitchen. First thing that you had done when you had put final piece of kitchen supplies away was to open big jar of ice cream and started to shovel it into your mouth like a starving man. Youngjae had left you alone a half hour ago after you had convinced him that you were okay. There were still few boxes to empty, but you weren't in the mood to do so.  A loud thud from other side of wall disturbs your pity parade and you look around confused. Its completely quiet until you hear it again. You frown curious and put the ice cream away. The noise must be coming from the apartment next to you. You get up from the floor and walk next to wall where the sound came from. You put your ear on the wall and listen. Thud, the sound comes again. You decide to find out what it is about and leave your apartment to knock your neighbor's door. The door is opened shortly after and a man with sand colored hair on the top and dark from the bottom comes into view. The man looks young with his boyish features. He has short straight nose and brown eyes surrounded by thick eyelashes. His straight brows are thicker closer the nose and  narrows down towards other end. On his lower lip is two silver lip rings which he is chewing when his curious eyes meet yours. He is wearing red lumberjack shirt and washed white jeans. his feet are bare which you think is odd when you think about the cold weather. ''Can I help you?'' The man asks and tilts his head. You sift awkwardly after too long silence. ''Umm, I just moved here and I heard some noise coming from your place and I wanted to come check what it was about.'' You explain. ''Oh, I'm sorry about that. Me and my roommate got carried away while we were playing a video game. It's cool that someone finally moved in. I'm Jung Daehyun.'' The man smiles and offers his hand for you. ''I'm L/N Y/N.'' You shake Daehyun's hand and answer his smile. ''Do you wanna come in? It's always nice to get new company.'' Daehyun offers and opens his door wider. ''I don't want to disturb you.'' You sift awkwardly. ''Trust me, you won't.'' Daehyun's smile get even wider if that is even possible. ''Then okay.'' You finally agree and step in to his luxurious apartment. You are in shock when you look around. The place is huge, but now when you think about it it only makes sense that there is only one neighbor in your floor which is highest of the building. You are in entry hall where huge framed mirror is hanging on the wall and next to it open door which leads in to walk in closet. wide three step stairs leads into huge living are where is two white leather couches in front of huge TV, which is located in front of full wall length windows and balcony. The floors are made of black wood and open kitchen is located on the left side of the living space. the walls are light gray and the walls are full of colorful abstract paintings. another three steps stairs lead into platform where is three black doors with metal handles. On the other couch is sitting man his back towards the front door. You can only see his brown mob of hair and his left ear where is three silver earrings hanging. The man is trying to beat some unfamiliar video game and curses loudly. ''Jongup we have company.'' Daehyun yells happily from the door. You and him walk closer to couches. ''Give me a minute.'' Jongup answers his eyes never leaving the screen. He curses loudly when huge red letters scream GAME OVER. ''Fuck it.'' He yells and tosses controller on the living room table. Finally he spins around and his curious eyes finds you. He has narrow dark eyes, which almost makes him look mean, straight nose with small mole on his bridge. His nose widens slightly from the end and his lips are plumb and wide. He is wearing tight black t-shirt, as far as you can tell because you only see part of him body. ''Oh, who is she?'' Jongup asks curiously and smiles. ''She is Y/N, she just moved next to us.'' Daehyun explains. ''It's nice to meet you, I'm Moon Jongup.'' Jongup tells with grin. he stands up from the couch and circles around it to face you. ''It's nice to meet you as well.'' You smile softly.

After your first meeting you got pretty close with your neighbors. You also introduced Youngjae to them and he joined your small group. You were having a movie night at Jongup's and Daehyun's place and Youngjae was also joined your company. You had learned that Daehyun's family was loaded and in fact owned the building where you were living at the moment. Youngjae and Jongup were arguing over which movie you should watch, Jongup wanted to watch some new anime movie and  Youngjae wanted to watch Aquaman again. You and Daehyun really didn't care and you were cuddled on one of the couches and eating popcorn. Daehyun tries to throw popcorn into his mouth, but fails miserably and the popcorn fells onto his lap. You laugh for him and he rolls his eyes. ''Noona tell Jongup that you want to watch Aquaman.'' Youngjae pouts. You are one year older than him and older of Daehyun by two months. Jongup was youngest of all even though he didn't look like it. ''To be honest I don't really care what we are watching.'' You mumble and Jongup chuckles. ''I told you so, you should already give up.'' He smirks like he is already won. ''Dae?'' Yongjae pleas. Daehyun isn't one who cares for formalities and after long debate Youngjae had agreed to use his nickname. ''I agree with Y/N, everything is fine.'' He says apologetic. Youngjae and Jongup keeps fighting and Daehyun gets up from the couch. ''Where are you going?'' You ask. ''I'm going to get our drinks from the fridge. i can't stand this sober.'' he grins wickedly and walks to the fridge.     You are getting little bit buzzed while Jongup's movie choice is playing on the back round. After heated match of rock, paper, scissors Jongup had won and Youngjae was watching the movie while sulking. You take another sip from your beer when you feel Daehyun's hand wandering along your leg under the blanket which is pulled top both of the you. You almost choke to your drink, but Daehyun acts like nothing happened. ''Y/N are you okay?'' Jongup asks worriedly and you nod your head. ''I'm fine, I just got drink into my windpipe.'' You assure while Daehyun is showing innocent face. ''Okay.'' Jongup turns his attention back to the movie. Daehyun's hand begins to wander again along your leg and stops on the end of your skirt's hem. ''Tell me to stop if you want me to.'' He whispers and you shiver when his hot breath tickles your ear. Sure you and him had flirted innocently, but it had never lead this far. His hand moves towards your inner thigh and he strokes it gently. He pretends to follow the movie and you have turned your eyes towards the screen as well. His hand begins to wander higher and soon his fingers stops to your panties. Daehyun begins to circle your clit top of your panties and you can feel yourself getting turned on. Your breath hitch and you see Daehyun smirk from corner of your eyes. Luckily neither Jongup or Youngjae seems to notice. Daehyun stops his fingers motions and slips his index and middle finger inside of your panties. He pushes your clit gently and sticks his index finger inside of your wet core. His movements are subtle and you can't see outside of blanket what he is doing. Your hand finds his wrist and you squeeze it with warning. ''Be a good girl for me, You don't want that Jongup and Youngjae knows what we are doing, don't you?'' Daehyun leans closer to your ear and you can feel his lips movement on your earlobe. ''No.'' You gasp quietly and Daehyun turns his eyes again towards the TV. He continues to torture your body and circling your clit with his thump while his index finger pushes and pulls in steady rhythm into your hole. He adds more pressure to your clit and slips his middle finger also so into your wet heat. You moan out loud and both Jongup and Youngjae turns to look at you confused. ''I think that Y/N's stomach is hurting.'' Daehyun hurries to save you. ''Ye-yes, I ate too much popcorn.'' You agree blushing faintly. ''That sucks.'' Youngjae says and smiles with pity. ''Do you want to end the movie?'' he adds and you hurry to shake your head. ''No, I think I will be okay.'' You say Daehyun's halted fingers still inside of you.   ''If you are sure'' Jongup hesitate only for moment and turns his attention back towards the movie. Daehyun pulls his fingers out of you and for the rest of the movie you sit next to him hot at bothered your panties soaking with your juices. You start to imagine your revenge in your mind.

You keep staring a letter in your hands and reading it over and over again. ' Dear L/N Y/N, Your dept is completely paid. We hope to hear from you again if you ever need another loan' There is only two sentences and the letter is shockingly formal for one that come from loan sharks. You take your phone which is laying next to you on your bed and dial quickly to Yongjae. He answers after few peep. You: ''Did you do it?'' Jae: ''Did I do what? And Hello to you too.'' You: ''Did you pay my dept?'' Jae: ''As much as I would like to say yes, I need to ask with what money?'' You: ''Then who was it? You are only one who knew about it?'' Jae: ''Maybe it was Daehyun?'' You: ''I have never mentioned my dept for him.'' Jae: ''Then I don't know. Y/N don't look gift horse in to the mouth, just be happy.            Look, I really  need to go even if I would want to talk with you longer.           My boss is breathing to my neck.'' You: ''Okay, bye Jae.'' Jae: ''Bye Noona.'' You end your call frustrated and confused. A knock from your door pulls you away from your thoughts and you hurry to open it. Daehyun stands behind it plastic bag in his hand. ''I bough Chinese if you want some.'' He grins an lifts his bag. ''I'm starving.'' You let him in. He walks to your small kitchen table and puts the bag on top of it. ''I bought you a mandarin chicken.'' he says and takes two containers out from the bag. It has been only few days after your movie night and Daehyun hasn't brought up what happened back then. You sit opposite of him and dig into your food. You both sit in silence when Daehyun decides to turn on your small TV by the remote which is also top of your table. You are sitting your back towards the TV, but your whole body freezes in shock when you hear a familiar voice. ''So, Yongguk you deputed recently and you have already gained quite amount of fans. Is there any particular person that gives you inspiration?'' Female interviewer asks. Yongguk chuckles lightly. ''Not really. I try to get inspiration from everywhere I can get.  My surroundings, thoughts and other people around me usually is enough to inspire me.'' His familiar deep voice makes you shiver and you turn your eyes towards the TV. He looks good like always, he is wearing tight white button up shirt and black jeans which are ripped from his knees. His dark hair is pushed backwards from his forehead and the familiar smile that was always able to make your heart flutter is painted on his face. ''So you don't have a girlfriend or anything?'' The interview asks curiously. ''No, not at the moment.'' Yongguk admits. What the fuck? ''There you have it ladies, maybe you are the lucky one who steals Mr Bang's heart.'' ''Turn it of.'' You say furious and Daehyun looks you confused. You have never told him about Youngguk, only that you had recently divorced in bad terms, so he doesn't understand your reaction. ''Why?'' he asks confused. ''Just do it!'' You bark and he shuts the TV quickly. You had lost your appetite.     Later that night you are totally wasted. You had poured drink after drink to end your sorrows and now you were a sobbing mess behind Daehyn's door. ''Daedae open up.'' You yell into his mailbox and you hear quick steps coming towards the door. When Daehyun opens the door he looks you with shock. ''Jesus Y/N, what has happened to you?'' He asks and catch you right on time when you are about to fall. ''noching, Ih'm finhe.'' You slur on his grip. ''Let's get you into bed.'' He says and leads you to his bedroom. His bedroom walls are soft brown and his king sized bed is pushed in the middle of the opposite wall where the door is located. You falls onto his bed and try to pull him with you. ''cobe hjere.'' You ramble, but Daehyun takes your hands away around his neck gently. ''I don't think its good idea.'' He says softly and you pout sadly. He sighs in defeat and sits next to you on his bed. You get comfy and somehow are able to pull yourself laying on top of his chest. ''What's wrong?'' He asks and pet your hair gently. ''Younhgguk.'' You tell and bury your face on his chest. ''Yongguk?'' Daehyun asks visible confusion clear in his voice. ''Yefh, My Younhgguk. Wej ushed to be engagesd.'' You mumble into his shirt. ''Oh, I'm so sorry.'' Daehyun puts small gentle kiss top of your head. '' I'm here now. Cry if you want'' He keeps petting you hair and that is what you do. You cry until you fall sleep on his chest. your head is pounding when you wake up on next morning. You take few second to remember where you are and you look around for Daehyun. he is nowhere to be seen, but instead on his nightstand is glass of water and bottle of painkillers next to it. You gulp the water gratefully and pop few aspirins into your mouth. The bedroom door opens and Daehyun steps in. ''Hi.'' You say shyly, you feel so ashamed. You can remember yesterday's events clearly despite of your hangover. ''Hi, are you feeling any better?'' Daehyun asks smiling softly and sits next to you on his bed. ''A little.'' You admit and pick your nails. You try avoid Daehyun's stare but he pulls your chin up gently with his index finger. ''So you and Yongguk, huh?'' He asks. You sigh in defeat. ''He left me for a another woman and yesterday he said on TV that he doesn't have a girlfriend. It kind of broke me.'' You admit. ''You don't have to talk about it, if you don't want to.'' Daehyun assures you. ''Thanks, I rather want to forget.'' ''I can help you with that.'' Daehyun says and takes your face onto his hands. He puts his lips on yours and without hesitation you answer for the kiss. The kiss begins slow, but heathens when Daehyun bites you lower lip gently. You part your lips and let him explore your depths with his tongue. You separate panting and look into each other's eyes. Daehyun's eyes are hooded with lust and you are sure that your eyes mirror his. This time it is your time take his lower lip between your lips and you suck his lip rings gently. Daehyun pulls you closer and tightens his grip on your sides. Your lips begins to wander along his neck and you bite his collarbone gently. Daehyun moans and pushes your back on the bed gently. With hurried fingers he pulls your tank top's hem higher so your belly button comes into view. He plans small kiss onto it and you blush. He hurries to remove his own shirt and his tanned body comes into your view. His muscles aren't as well formed as Youngguk's, but they are definitely there. You pull yourself into sitting position and with one quick motion pull your tank top over your head. Daehyun gasps when your bare breasts come into view. You didn't have bra underneath your shirt. Daehyun pushes you back down and comes top of you his both legs open on your sides and his hands supporting his weight your head between of them. He kisses your lisp again with fever and his right hand find your nipple which is hardening by the minute. You moan into kiss and pout when he pulls away. ''You are so cute.'' Daehyun grins and soon your pout is replaced with your lips curling into small o when Daehyun's mouth finds your left nipple. He bites your nipple gently and sucks it between his teeth. His right hand begins to wander along your sides and he squeezes your side gently. Daehyun pulls himself up and his hand reaches hem on your sweatpants. You pull your hips up and Daehyun pulls your sweats along with your panties from your legs. His eyes focus to your heat and you try to cover yourself with blush. ''Please, don't.'' He says and pulls your hands away gently. ''There is no reason for you to hide. Let me taste you.'' Daehyun comes between your legs and spears them open. He dives in without a pause and and licks long strip on your heat. You shiver when his plumb lips find your clit and he sucks it gently. You can feel your juices pouring to his lips when he sucks your clit and licks your heat just from the right places on right ways. He plunges his tongue into your hole and you moan loudly. You try to close your legs around his head but he keeps them open when he fucks your heat with his tongue at painfully slow space. ''Daehyun, I need, I need more.'' You whimper and Daehyun blows air gently to your clit. ''You get more soon, I promise.'' He says and plunges his tongue again to your quivering hole. This time his space is fast and shows no mercy. His thump begins to rub your clit and you reach your high faster than in long time. Your legs shake around his head when you come and your heat spams around his tongue when he laps every last drop which you are giving him. You pant loudly when he pulls away. ''Just fuck me already.'' You are getting impatient and Daehyun laughs loudly. ''I will Baby.'' he says and reaches for condom in his nightstand drawer. He pulls his pants of and puts condom on his hard dick. His dick is beautiful and it curves lightly from the tip. With few pumps of his hand Daehyun guides his member to your entrance. He slides his dick between your folds and collects your juices for lube. Finally you feel his tip to slowly push into you. He enters slowly and lets you take your time until he begins to move in slow rhythm. ''Dae, go faster.'' You demand impatiently. Daehyun picks up his pace and pounds into you without mercy. Sound of your skins slapping against each other fulls the room and Daehyn lets groan leave his lips for a first time. ''You look so good like this, completely fucked out and your hair speared around your face.'' Daehyun says and reaches to peek your lips. You are getting close again and Daehyun notices this from how your walls tighten around his dick. ''Coming again already?'' He Grins and blush forms to your face. ''Shu-shut up.'' You pant and Daehyun's hand finds your clit again. When he pinches it you are coming again with loud moan. Daehyun follows you right after and collapses top of you panting. He pulls out of you and rolls next to your side. He lays down for a second before he tosses the used condom into trash can close to his bed. He stood up and you look him curiously. ''Where are you going?'' You ask. ''I'm going to get something to clean us up. I be right back.'' he assures and you are able to admire his naked back and round butt when he disappears from the room. He comes back shortly with wet towel and uses it to clean your thighs and glistering folds. He wipes himself quickly and tosses the towel carelessly on the ground. He climbs back to bed next to you and pull his covers over you. Daehyun spoons you from behind and you both drift into sleep.

You and Daehyun have been dating for a couple of months now and when Jongup and Youngjae found out they weren't even slightly surprised. ''I knew this would happen.'' Youngjae had said when you had told the news. Jongup has just smiled and said how happy he was for both of you.    Daehyun and You were walking hand in hand heading towards a restaurant where you were planning to go on date. When you arrive to the restaurant last person you would except steps out from the door. ''Y/N?'' Himchan asks surprised but happy when he spots you. He is wearing black polo shirt with straight brown pants and top of his outfit is long brown jacket which hangs open. ''Hi Himchan.'' You smile awkwardly and scratch your neck. You really haven't seen him after you and Youngguk broke up. ''Long time no see.'' He says happily but his smile falters when he sees your and Daehyn's joined hands. Daehyun cough and offers his hand. ''I'm Daehyun, Y/N's boyfriend.'' Himchan takes his offered hand and shakes it firmly. ''I'm Himchan  Y/N's and Yongguk's old friend'' He tells and glares Daehyun with unreadable expression. Soon the restaurant's door opens again and Junhong comes out from the door. ''Y/N.'' Junhong yells with excitement and takes you into tight hug ''I have missed you so much.'' He says happily. Junhong has always been also more Yongguk's friend than yours. Junhong had dyed his hair light pink and there was a new ring on his nose. ''It's nice to see you.'' You pat his back awkwardly. Junhong finally parts from you and then notices Daehyun standing next to you. ''Who is he?'' Junhong asks pointing his words to you. ''He is Daehyun, Y/N's boyfriend.'' Himchan answers before you can and Junhong's face fell. ''But what about Yongguk, he pai-.'' ''Shut up.'' Himchan glares younger man soy angrily that he snaps his mouth closed quickly. ''Yongguk tells for her himself if he wants.'' Himchan keeps glaring Junhong who sifts awkwardly. ''I really don't want hear anything from him.'' You say your happy mood ruined. ''But Y/N!'' Junhong pleas. ''There is no buts. I'm sorry but we are getting late from our reservation.'' You huff and storm inside of restaurant followed by Daehyun leaving Himchan and Junhong on the side way. You can ques that your date was horrible after that encounter.

  Ringing phone wakes you up from your slumber. You are alone in your place after you had ended fighting on dinner with Daehyun. You: ''Hello?'' You ask tiredly without bothering to look callers name. -- : ''Y/N, It's me.'' Familiar voice makes your blood freeze. You: ''What do you want Yongguk?'' Yongguk: ''I don't know honestly. I ques that I just wanted to hear your voice.                         Himchan told me that he met you today'' He chuckles sadly.

You: ''Well he did meet me and ruined mood for my date.'' Yongguk: ''So its true, You are seeing someone.'' You could swear that you hear                   him sniff end of the line.'' You: ''It's none of your business.'' You are getting angry. How dare he sound so              sad. Yongguk: ''I know. Sleep well Y/N.'' Without waiting for an answer he hangs up.

You are cuddled on Daehyuns side and scrolling trough your phone while he is working on his laptop. You and him made up quickly on the next day and now you were just enjoying each other's company. Youngjae was at Daehyun's and Jongup's place playing video games so you had ended up into your much smaller apartment. Daehyun's fingers slides up and down your side abstracted while his other hand keeps scrolling trough his computer.  A knock from your door comes by surprise and you hurry to open it. Panting Junhong stand by the door and his eyes are full of sadness, you didn't even know that he knew where you live. ''Y/N, we need to talk.'' He says without and explanation and pushes inside of your apartment. ''Umm, okay?'' You ask confused and Daehyun's attention is also captured by Junhong. Junhong glances Daehyun with mix or anger and sadness, but turns his words to you. ''Yongguk knew about your dept.'' He says and you feel color escaping your face.'' He found the demands of payments from your bedroom drawer. He didn't say anything because he wanted that you talk him about it. He kept waiting, but you never said a word. Then one day he decided that he had had enough and searched your dept collector into his hands. He tried to make some sort of deal and help you with your dept, but the loan sharks mind did not shake. He almost lost hope when his daughter happened to arrive on the scene. She got huge crush instantly towards Yongguk so the loan shark agreed to forgive your dept if Youngguk would go out with her instead of you.'' At this point you are crying loudly and holding your chest. Daehyun comes next to you and hug you without a word when Junhong keeps talking. ''There was one condition Yongguk wasn't allowed to tell you why he broke up with you. Of course he wouldn't either way because he knew it would break your heart. Luckily after few weeks the girl got bored of Yongguk and was running after her new crush. Because of the deal you are dept free and Yongguk is left with broken heart. He and Himchan kept telling me that I'm not allowed to say anything to you, but I couldn't take it anymore after He found out that you had already found someone else. I have never seen him cry.'' Tears keep leaking from your eyes and Daehyun is still hugging you. ''Go.'' He says voice full of pain. ''Go?'' You sniff confused. ''Go to Yongguk.'' He repeats and lets go of you. You move like in dream after you hear his words. You barely remember to put your shoes on when you run into cold night.   You keep running until you arrive to your old apartment complex. You care deeply about Daehyun, but Yonggok was love of your life. When you reach the front door of the apartment you keep hitting it loudly while tears are running freely on your face. When the door open you cling yourself into Yongguk's neck and keep bawling your eyes out onto his neck. He pulls you gently inside and shuts the door after him. ''Y/N why you are here, are you okay?'' He asks worriedly, instead of answering your lips finds his and Yongguk tenses at first but then answers your kiss feverishly. You pull away whit loud sniff. You aren't crying prettily like girls in the movies, instead your nose is running and your eyes are red and swollen. ''Why, why did you lie to me?'' You bawl and tighten your grip around him. Yongguk sighs. ''Was it Junhong?'' ''Yes! You should have been honest with me.'' You say and look into his eyes for the first time. His eyes are full of tears which are just waiting to fall. ''I thought that you have good reason to not share your worries with me.'' He smiles sadly and strokes your back gently. ''The reason was that I'm an idiot. I was scared that you would leave me if you found out.'' You admit weakly. ''Y/N I would never leave you because reason like that.'' ''I know it now.'' You feel quilt eating you out. ''You are silly, silly girl.'' Yongguk say and pulls you into another kiss.

Three figures are laying on the bed. Bed sheets are pulled all the way up to your chins and two men are sleeping peacefully you on the middle. You are too happy to sleep. Yongguk is on your left side holding tightly your hand where the ring has returned.  Daehyun is sleeping on your right side hanging on you like a koala. You don't know how you get so lucky with two of men who loved you deeply. You were shocked when Yongguk had wanted to meet Daehyun  and they both had admitted to want to be with you. You three had ended up into poly relationship you on the middle and your both boyfriends on the side. Sometimes they got overly jealous over each other, but mostly your relationship was going smoothly. Your circle of friends were shocked at first, but accepted your relationship quickly after they saw how happy you were with each other. You still felt most grateful towards Junhong because his words of truth had lead to your happiness. ''Aren't you sleepy?'' tired voice asks from your left side. ''I can't sleep. I'm too happy.'' You admit shyly. ''Me too baby, me too.'' Yongguk squeezes your hand gently.

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Enouement

Summary: Love wasn’t supposed to happen, you hadn’t ever really believed in it. And then you met two men who changed your entire life. (A story in which you look back on how you met your two lovers Kim Namjoon and Bang Yongguk and started your relationship)

Pairing: Bang Yongguk x reader x Kim Namjoon

Warnings: explicit sex scenes including oral sex (M and F receiving), multiple orgasms, threesome, praise kink, and no condoms (always use them in real life guys!)

Word count:  6.2K

(A/N) I don’t know if this went at all in the direction that the person requested was thinking it would, but I hope you enjoy this! I had a lot of fun writing this and I wouldn’t be surprised if I did some short drabbles off of this later on.

    There's something about thunderstorms that make everything nostalgic. Tonight was no different as you gazed out the kitchen window, raindrops obscuring the vision to the outside world and pushing you further into your own memories. The corners of your lips turned up into a soft smile as you allowed yourself to reminisce.    Being a tattoo artist had fulfilled you more than you ever thought possible. You had a job that you had dreamed of, the ability to live well creating amazing works of art on living canvases. You worked with fantastic people that inspired you and supported you. And sure, okay, so sometimes you had some insane clients and a list of ridiculous stories (like the two people who've asked for butthole tattoos) but really it was amazing. But perhaps the best part about your career is that it had introduced the love of your life. Two loves, actually. Kim Namjoon and Bang Yongguk. The craziest part though? You had never been the type to believe in love. Fate has a wicked sense of humor.    Jaded, cynical, utterly unromantic that is how you used to describe yourself. You were still a little jaded, but your edges had been softened. Cynical? You did still see the darker side of life, the more sinister possibilities that lurked under the surface but you also saw the glimmers of positivity. Utterly unromantic? Well, you still weren't the type to think about cute dates. You were still more the type to give loving surprises in the form of leather and lace. But that was a step in the right direction. Just a few years prior you would have never even thought about surprising anyone. You had no one and wanted no one to give soft tender kisses or fresh flowers. You used to be the girl who refused to cuddle, that girl who gave the best head of their life and then a fake number. Oh, how time had changed all of that. Well, at least the cuddling and the fake number part. You still like to think your blowjobs were on a class all of their own.    Everything had already started to change two years ago, possibly even earlier if you think back to the very first time you met Yongguk. You weren't the type to be intimidated easily, and that was probably why you had fallen quickly into friendship with him. You couldn't understand how others felt nervous around him (unless it was because of his good looks), to you he had always been gummy smiles and comfort. His deep gravelly voice was soothing to you, and the way how he spoke without hesitation on deeper subjects had only solidified your bond that had grown beyond coworkers who also watched soccer games together to full-blown friendship. What changed everything though was the day that you met his best friend.    Kim Namjoon had come into the shop many times and had attended many outings with everyone but somehow you had always managed to miss him. That all changed when he decided to get a tattoo, and Yongguk had made sure that he saw you. To say you were nervous about the whole prospect was an understatement, especially when you found out it was his first piece. You were about to pop Namjoon's tattoo cherry, and the pressure was on.    Yongguk created fantastic works of art, script changed from rolling letters into inked masterpieces. Apparently, he refused to tattoo Namjoon though. Joonie wanted something way out of his comfort zone, something that you had built your entire portfolio off of. Sacred geometry had become a bit of an obsession for you, an obsession that also paid well once hipsters fell in love with it. So when he told Yongguk that he wanted to get metatrons cube inside his elbow he made sure that he saw you.    You were already overwhelmed with everything, uncharacteristically so, when Namjoon sat down in your chair. It was impossible to not feel trepidation at the task ahead, and that only grew when you found out how handsome he was. He was all dimples and introspection. (Later you would add destruction to that.) Easily you could understand why Yongguk was not only friends but roommates with him.    It was odd how everything worked out. After getting to know Namjoon during the tattoo (once you finally got your hands to stop shaking that is) you had formed a friendship with him. It wasn't long before the three of you were hanging out constantly. Watching sports games, going to see local bands, cards against humanity nights. At first, you were afraid you'd feel like the third wheel. The girl who joined the friendship just a little too late, the one that never got the inside jokes. But the joy of just being around them stomped that out quickly. That and the fact that they never made you feel left out of anything.    One night the three of you had been at a bar in the middle of a conversation about the woes of social and economic hierarchies when a rather angry man came up to you. A slew of angry words about you not calling him back loudly poured out of him. Namjoon and Yongguk were both quick to stand, the two of them defensive and seething while you watched in awe. That was probably the moment you realized that you needed to change, that you needed someone by your side for longer than just one night. What you were doing wasn't healthy for you or for the other people involved, not anymore at least. If it was something you did with more awareness and not as a cycle of dysfunction it would be one thing. But this wasn't it. It wasn't just about lust, it was about making sure no one got too close. An inkling of you said that maybe it could be them that would be by your side, but you pushed that idea way back into the dark recesses of your mind. After all, how could you possibly be in a relationship with two people?    The rest of that night had been an emotional blur filled with honesty fueled by liquid courage. Every single fear of relationships poured out of you, Namjoon and Yonnguk had been quick to reassure and comfort but not with meaningless kind words. No, it went far deeper than that. They really listened, they were honest in their responses to you and that was the night that started everything. That was the night that you explained how growing up in a home with two parents who absolutely hated each other and watched love turn into a vile vat of loathing made you believe that love didn't actually exist. It was the reason why you jumped from one person to the next, afraid that attaching yourself to a person would end in misery. It was also the night that you told them you needed to change, that what you were doing was toxic to yourself. You deserved love, you deserved to find happiness.    It would be another couple of months before anything actually happened, although you had noticed some changes. There was a lot more skinship, something that before rarely happened. Both you and Yongguk were the type of people that cherished personal bubbles but something about being so honest and growing so much closer to them changed that for all three of you. Movie nights were spent with lots of cuddles, local band night was usually spent with hands being held, but the biggest change was that you stopped dating. Maybe going from having sex at least once a month to nothing was what made you agree to the offer that Namjoon asked one night.    Yongguk's birthday was coming up and you couldn't figure out what to get him. A jersey for the Netherlands team was already given for Christmas. A new vinyl? Well, he already had all the ones he wanted. A book of poetry? Namjoon worked at a publishing house and was already giving him a stack of books. So you were left begging Namjoon to help you pick something out as the deadline was fast approaching and not even Amazon could save you.    That was was the catalyst for everything. He had made a joke about a threesome, something that both of them drunkenly admitted was certainly on their bucket list after you told them of one of your escapades. To this day he still swears that he hadn't actually expected you to agree. But you had. In fact, you had done so very enthusiastically much to Namjoon's surprise. He was so shocked by that turn of events that he had choked on his soda, spilled the cup over and then burnt his hands on the table stovetop when he tried to get napkins. When the two of you finally brought it up to Yongguk he just stared at you quietly before looking over at Namjoon and asking "this is your idea isn't it?" Neither of you could tell if he was happy or angry at this turn of events, his poker face had always been superb.    It took some coaxing from Yongguk. He was the most rational of the three of you, the first to bring up questions about what happens after. You had all agreed it would be no hard feelings, no feelings at all. It would just be fun. "Come on Ggukie, we can finally cross it off our bucket list!" You could tell he knew that you already weren't sure if it was possible to have no feelings about this though. You already loved them, it's just that back then you had convinced yourself it was strictly platonic. It wasn't. You knew it wasn't the moment you thought a threesome was a swell birthday gift. But somehow, for whatever reason, Yongguk agreed.    The first time had started very awkwardly with an overly excited Namjoon, a very confused and at first stoic Yongguk, and a painfully nervous you. Things started falling into place quickly though, a seamless blend of coordinated movements. Unlike the boys, you'd had a threesome before and you had found it rather awkward and tedious with others. This was nothing like that. Perhaps the feelings that had been bubbling up in you were what was needed for you to reach nirvana and why it was everything that your previous sexual encounters had never been. Luckily it had been every bit of mind-blowing amazing for them as it was for you, and it was impossible to just return to the three platonic musketeers (although Namjoon would later tell you that there was no way in hell they were actually platonic.)    And then the unthinkable happened. What had started as a supposed to be a one-time sex thing turned into something more, and it turned into something beautiful. Love happened, it had been there all along but it finally became vocalized. It wasn't uncomfortable to admit it, and while most people would never understand it somehow the three of you just worked. There had never been any questioning as to how it would work, the three of you just fell into it and agreed to communicate any problems along the way. Most importantly? Friendship came first. No matter what would happen, no matter if it would end, the three of you agreed that you had to put being friends first.    The pressures and concerns of being in a relationship never came with them. When one person is busy another is available. When one needs space but the other needs comfort there's someone else there. And then there's the sex. Too tired? No worries, somehow there's always at least two of the three of you that's good to go. But the best part was coming home to them. It was like this part of your life you never knew you needed. Sure some people thought the three of you were insane, and considering that you guys consider philosophy debates the best date night you probably were. (Although the time Namjoon convinced you guys to paint using your bodies turned out pretty fantastic and was a strong contender if it weren't for all the paint in unholy areas.) And yes you knew that wasn't the reason why people thought you guys were crazy but responding that way usually gave more entertaining results.    Your thoughts drifted back to the first time, the memory so deeply etched into your brain it almost felt like you were watching it happen all over again.

   You were sitting next to Namjoon on the couch across from Yongguk who was staring stubbornly down at the books that had just been given to him, his knuckles turning white around the edges.    "We don't have to. It was just an idea, in fact just forget about it. I am so sorry that I made you uncomfortable that wasn't my intention at all and I just-"    You were cut off by Yongguk as his attention landed on the man sitting silently next to you. "This was your idea wasn't it?"    "Well, technically, yes. Although she agreed. We wouldn't be telling you this if (Y/N) hadn't." Namjoon's voice was calm, but you could tell by the way he was fidgeting with the pillow next to him that he was becoming more nervous by the second. "You can say no. It's okay, we just thought...you know..."    "What's going to happen? I mean for god's sake Namjoon we're all friends. It's not going to just go back to normal after this...is it? Do we even want that?"    "It can go back to normal if that's what you want. I mean, sex doesn't have to be about emotions..." Your voice sounded uncharacteristically small.    "(Y/N)...it's always going to have some sort of emotion attached to it. Even if you pretend it doesn't, even when it isn't anything serious it will still have something. You're forging a physical connection, sometimes spiritual connection with that other person. I just don't want this to make a mess of our friendship." Yongguk's voice was softer, he gave a reassuring pat on top of your head as he spoke. You hesitated a moment before looking up to see a soft smile on his face. You tried to mirror his look but your lips felt shakey and resistant.    Namjoon leaned back in the couch and gave a long sigh. "You know, maybe I'm just reading too much into it but personally I feel that there's a lot of sexual tension that's just bound to burst. If we're all on board with it, and we're all consenting adults then can't we just figure things out as we go? Who says that we can't have emotions? Who says that's a bad thing? Who says that we have to act like we know what we're doing all the time? If you don't want to, then that's fine. But if you do want to and you're only holding back because you're afraid things might get emotionally messy then that's just plain stupid. Of course it might but our friendship is too important for any of us to just throw it away."    Yongguk sat in silence for a moment as he pondered this before looking back down at the books in his lap. "Are you guys sure you want to do this?"    "Yes." You didn't hesitate to answer. If he needed reassurance you would make sure to be honest. It might sound absolutely insane, and you knew you really were. No sane person would decide to sleep with their best friends as a birthday gift. That didn't even matter to you so much though, really the main thing was that you wanted them. Both of them. You had started to feel something budding inside you, emotions welling up that you had been squashing under the surface. You didn't just want this, you needed this.    You glanced back over to see Namjoon nodding enthusiastically, words seemed to be failing him as his brain spiraled into darker thoughts. Finally he sputtered out, "Come on Ggukie, we can finally cross it off our bucket list! Besides, let's be honest here. There is no way in hell you've spent this much time around (y/n) and not thought about it."    "Not all of us are you Namjoon. Some of us can keep it in our pants and not try to coerce our friends into a threesome."    "Are you saying I'm wrong? Because I think that that's just some bullshit."    "Woah woah woah guys. Please, no fighting. Listen this was probably just a dumb idea, but there is no point in fighting. Namjoon, I appreciate that uh...well that you're very honest about wanting to sleep with me." Namjoon gave a sheepish grin as he turned bright cherry red. "And Yongguk I appreciate that you are thinking about the bigger picture. You're both my best friends, and fighting about this is ridiculous. It's even more ridiculous than me saying 'gee for your birthday I was thinking that I'll take two dicks at once' like it's some fucking magic trick. So let's just agree to-" Namjoon burst into a fit of giggles, escalating into a full belly laugh as he almost fell to the floor. Yongguk was soon joining in in the laughter and you watched the two of them in their fits of giggles with a look of surprise. Just five seconds ago they were almost at each other's throats and now they're laughing like idiots. "Really guys?"    Yongguk gave a gummy smile as he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "You know what Namjoon, you're right." Both you and Namjoon jerked your heads over to look at him, a collective jaw drop happening in unison. "I mean, I trust you guys. I do. I trust you two with my life. Plus, I mean...I'm a sucker for magic tricks."    "So what you're saying is you trust us with your dick too?" Namjoon gave a wide grin as you rolled your eyes at his antics.    "Yes. I hope I won't regret this, but I am saying that." Silence lapsed over the room for a second at the weight of his words. This was happening. This was actually going to happen. Nerves started to filter through you and weighing on you with each passing second of silence. You almost missed Yongguk's next words. "So...do we...do we do it now? Do we...plan this?"    You could feel your stomach drop at the thought of delaying this any longer. You'd already been in talks about it with Namjoon, and you had already planned on it being today. Now that it was becoming real, something viable and tangible in front of you, you didn't think that you could possibly wait on it. Nerves would consume you whole and overthinking would turn you into a ghost of a person. Before you could even think about it you were straddling Yongguk's lap. "Do you want to do it now?"    You watched his adam's apple bob and his pupils widen as he stared back at you, hands balling into tight fists. "I..." He swallowed again, his eyes roaming over your body before looking back to you. "Now. If...if that's okay." Distantly you could hear Namjoon saying something about 'thank god' in the background, but your thoughts were too consumed on the man in front of you. For years you had wondered about how he would feel, how he would sound, how he would taste and now you could finally experience it. Hunger and need took over as you closed the distance, lips trembling slightly as you felt his. Soft, plush, perfect. Your hands shook as you laced them through his hair.    It was almost magical to feel him melt into the kiss, his lips moving back against yours and hands gripping onto your hips. The feeling of Namjoon's lips on your neck shot need straight to your core. A low moan escaped you as your hips bucked, a chorus of groans resounding through the room at the sight of you rapidly unraveling. The next few minutes were a mess in your mind, the taste of Yongguk and the scent of Namjoon filling every moment. You became so lost in the feelings that you lost track of whose hands were whose, the only thing that was important was feeling more.    Namjoon seemed to be on the same needy track as you as he tugged on the hem of your shirt. "I think it's time for this to go. Don't you agree?" You broke away from Yongguk, a silvery thread of saliva breaking between the two of you as you nodded back at Namjoon. In record-breaking time the three of you were standing in just underwear, clothing tossed in every direction (Namjoon accidentally tossed a lamp over with his shirt but none of you really seemed to care.) You took a moment to just drink in the sight before you, your eyes dancing around unsure of where to focus. Tall and handsome, both of them glowing with desire. Yongguk's tattoo's almost dancing under the warm lighting, Namjoon's skin casting a golden glow with its sheen of perspiration.    Your concentration was soon broken by Namjoon's lips on yours, a clash of teeth and tongue. Unlike Yongguk who had been more gentle, more hesitant Namjoon was far past that feeling. His tongue was quick to take charge, his hands gripping and tugging at the soft flesh of your ass as you whimpered and writhed under him. Normally you would be the type to take charge in sexual situations, it was usually the only way you could trust that you would actually get a chance to cum. This time though you happily surrendered, you knew that Namjoon and Yongguk would make sure that you would obtain a glorious release. You also trusted Namjoon, you had always relished in the way he would take charge. Many times you had wondered how it would be to hear him utter sinful commands at you, his expert hands bringing you to the edge in most of your wet dreams.    Yongguk was pressed firmly to your back, his hands ghosting around your taut nipples as he bit down on your earlobe. His fingers rolled the hard buds gently, and you bucked your hips into Namjoon's at the feeling of pleasure scorching through you.    "I want to eat you out." Namjoon's words had you biting down on your bottom lip to try to stifle the embarrassingly loud moan that threatened to come out. You managed to finally give a small 'yes' at the realization that he wouldn't do anything until you agreed. Swiftly he pulled you onto the floor and onto all fours, at the look of confusion washing over your face he just gave a devious smirk. "Well baby girl there's more than just one of us here, and you're not the birthday boy. I think it would be unfair for you to be the first to have some action so I have a proposal. How about you sit on my face while you help out the birthday boy?"    An enthusiastic nod from you and whimper was all he needed to push aside your panties. His breath was warm on your sex, teasing you for what was to come. You gave a wide smile up to Yongguk as you motioned him over to you. He still had a look of being torn between apprehension and lust fueled want, so you peppered small kisses along the band of his boxers before gazing back up at him through your lashes. "Ggukie, I want to suck your dick. Do you want that too?"    Any apprehension quickly seemed to leave him at your words, his dick twitching at the soft touches of your hands ghosting over it. "God, yes." That was all you and Namjoon needed. At the same time that you sprung him free, his erection standing tall and proud drooling with precum you felt Namjoon pull you fully onto his face. For a moment you felt yourself stop moving, too emersed in how Namjoon's tongue was directly on your clit to do anything. Your eyes shut as a mangled moan escaped, your hips rocking against his mouth before Yongguk's hands running through your hair brought you back to him. You leaned forward slowly, your left hand holding onto his thigh to keep you steady as your right hand slowly pumped his length.    Even your wildest fantasies hadn't gotten right just how beautiful he was fully naked. Muscles tensing at your touches, a small thatch of well-groomed pubic hair, and possibly one of the longest dicks you'd seen in some time. While he wasn't the thickest man you'd been with he was certainly one of the longest, the thought of him being buried inside you had your mouth watering as you gave a small kitten lick to his head. You relished in his taste as you lapped and swirled around him for a moment. Tangy and tart, utterly intoxicating. You licked one long strip from the base to the tip before slowly pulling him into your mouth, breathing out through your nose as you inched your way closer to the base and hummed small whimpers around him. Your brain was in a frenzy as you tried to keep your thoughts focused on him, but they kept swerving back to the lewd slurps and sucks coming from Namjoon. You could feel the familiar tightening and clenching in your belly, the need to reach your climax threatening to take over everything. But this wasn't about you, not right now anyway. The small grunts and groans coming from Yongguk spurred you on until you finally reached the base, the thick curls tickling around your nose as you rested there before swallowing around him.    The feeling of one of Namjoon's fingers entering you had you coming back up for air, your hand fisting around Yongguk's length as you let out a long cry of satisfaction. Walls clenching around Namjoon's fingers and eyes glued to Yongguk. His jaw was slack, his obsidian eyes blown out with pleasure. "Are you going to cum?" You nodded at Yongguk, thoughts too messed up to even try to string together a full syllable. "I don't want you to cum unless it's around my dick or my say so." You felt Namjoon freeze under you and you couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact, your core clenching and throbbing as he shuffled out from under you his face shining with your essence. "Come here."    Yongguk got down on his knees as he pulled your face back up to him. His kiss was languid, lazy as if he had all the time in the world, as if nothing else mattered and time was just standing still for the three of you. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs as his hand cupped your sex before he picked you up and shuffled you around. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this? Do you have any idea what I would do for you? I get to make you cum first, I get to fill you up first. Do you think you can take that?"    "Yes. Please fuck me. I need you!" Your words came out hoarse and whiney, shame had long gone.    "Good." Namjoon let out a low groan as he watched Yongguk enter you from behind in one fluid motion. While before he had been sweet, gentle, and timid all of that was long gone. Everything seemed to fall apart as you felt him enter you, your core clenching down around him as he thrust into you. You would have expected him to wait for a minute, to pepper tender loving kisses on you but he didn't. The stretch wasn't overwhelming, the burning just a short-lived and almost pleasant sensation. He was too overcome with his own needs and desires to hold back as he pistoned into you, cries falling from your lips and legs shaking as his hand snuck down to circle your clit. The earlier orgasm that had faded away was quick to build back up, your eyes clenching shut and brain spiraling out. "Cum." You weren't sure if it was the unison of Namjoon and Yongguk's low voices and stern commands that made everything shatter or if it was just the fact that it was finally happening but you felt yourself sob and scream as your release shook through you. Fireworks bursting, toes curling, tears falling freely.    You could feel yourself starting to slump over, your body turning into putty as Yongguk's firm grip around your hips brought you back up and Namjoon's dick tapping against your lips had you looking up at him. "God, you really are something. Perfect. Beautiful. Amazing. I wonder how that pretty little mouth will feel around my dick?"    "She really is perfect isn't she?" Yongguk grunted from behind and Namjoon gave a wide grin as you dropped open your jaw. The two men worked in tandem. With each thrust from Yongguk pushing you slightly forward, Namjoon pulled back. Air was constricting around you, but he was careful to make sure that you had enough rest as he fucked into the back of your throat. Unlike Yongguk he was more girthy, the weight of him against your tongue was already leaving a pleasantly dull ache in your jaw.    The sounds filling the room were utterly sinful. Wet squelches, skin slapping skin, grunts and groans, and the muffled and gagged moans coming from you created a lustful symphony. "God, you take me so fucking well baby girl. You really are like a magic trick. How the fuck do you take my cock in your mouth while Gguk fucks you so hard? You're fucking amazing. The best." You smiled up at Namjoon, his eyes glazed over as he met yours. Your face looked so sweet and innocent, but the tears running down your face and wrecked mascara combined with the sight of his dick disappearing in the back of your throat and Yongguk balls deep in you was enough to make him want to blow his load right then and there.    You felt the need to cum well back up at the words of praise, your core clenching around Yongguk as you tried to let out a moan. Yongguk stuttered underneath you, his hips rocking into you sporadically now and Namjoon pulled back from your mouth to watch it unfold. "How are you so tight?" Yongguk's words came out through gritted teeth as your hands reached under to your swollen clit, Yongguk bending over you and pressing kisses onto your neck as the two of you reached nirvana together in a chorus of pleasure filled grunts and cries. His release filled you to the brim, and after two more slow lazy thrusts he pulled back. Namjoon was quick to pull you into a kiss before pulling you onto his lap. "Come on baby girl, you can take it just a little bit longer, right?"    "Of course."    "Good girl." He reached down and teasingly brushed your entrance before filling you up. There was a small burn at the stretch of his girth, but the mix of your arousal and Yongguk's release made everything slide into place with ease. You felt yourself melt at the sigh of pleasure falling from his bruised plump lips, and you took a moment to look at him. His pupils blown out, hair messed up and sticking to him with sweat. Pride fell over you as you realized that you did this to him. You made him look fucked out and sinful. If lust had a human form this would be it, and you felt a deeper emotion along the lines of possession stirring within you. "Now how about you ride me and clean up the mess you left poor Ggukie with? Think you can do that? Hmm?"    "Yes, sir!" He gave a wicked grin as you ground your hips down into his, creating small circle eights as you leaned over to your left and licked away at Yongguk's softening dick. Yongguk hissed in over stimulation but didn't move away instead he just looked at you with a look of adoration as you happily licked him clean. Once finished you pulled back and grinned as he peppered light kisses onto you. Namjoon bucked into you as you ground down on him again, the force of it stirring stimulation to your overly sensitive clit. Your head flopped down into his neck as he took back over, his hands gripping your ass hard enough to leave behind bruises as he sought his own climax.    Yongguk's hands deftly moving down to your clit had you crying out, and you swiveled your face up to see him giving you a gummy smile. "I think you can come again, give it to Joonie."    You let out a string of incoherent curses, your body falling limp under their touches as you reached your third and final climax along with Namjoon. He stayed buried in you for a moment, both of you trying to steady your breathing as Yongguk left the room only to come back with water. You couldn't help but chuckle as he told the two of you "You need to drink, I can't have you guys getting dehydrated and passing out."

   That first night you fell asleep snuggled up in between the two of them after a long bath. Reassuring touches, soft words of love and adoration. While it still would be some time before the three of you would agree to be in a poly relationship that night it was clear that this was right. This was where the three of you belonged. And maybe it was insane, maybe it wasn't the typical societal notion of proper love but it was love. In fact, it was even more than that. It was love, trust, friendship and you wouldn't have it any other way.

   "Why are you still awake?" Yongguk's arm had snaked around your waist, his lips peppered light kisses along your shoulder as your thoughts came back to the present.    "Couldn't sleep. Besides, rainy nights are always good for thinking."    "Penny for your thoughts?"    "Oh, it's nothing major. I was just thinking back on everything, how this all started."    "Ah. Yes, those were some interesting times. Good things you were thinking about I hope?"    "Always. Ggukie I don't think it's possible to think anything but good things about you."    "I hope that extends to me too!" Namjoon appeared by your side in the kitchen, causing both you and Yongguk to jump at the noise. Namjoon's hair messy from sleep and pajama bottoms slung low on his hips.    "Of course! What are you doing awake?" It wasn't unusual for you and Yongguk to still be awake this late at night (or early in the morning) but Namjoon was a working man. Unlike the two of you, he had normal set hours and didn't work on weekends or until late into the night. Usually, Namjoon would fall asleep first (loudly snoring might you add) then you and eventually closer to dawn Yongguk would crawl into bed.    "Well I would be in bed, enjoying the comfort of cuddles and body heat and dreams but neither of you seems to want to join me so I figured I'd just join the two of you." He gave a loud yawn, his eyes blurry with sleep deprivation as he nuzzled into the side of your neck. "So, what were you two lovebirds talking about?"    "(Y/N) was just saying that she was thinking about how we started dating." Yongguk started shuffling the three of you over to the couch as he spoke. "You know, I don't think I've ever really thanked you Joon. If it weren't for you none of this would have happened."    "Mmm, praise. I like praise." Namjoon seemed to still be half asleep as he spoke, his head rolling onto your shoulder lazily after the three of you sat down. You were snuggled up into Yongguk's lap as you started stroking Namjoon's hair. A comfortable silence lapsed over the three of you before Namjoon bolted up, his need for sleep vanishing as he looked back and forth between the two of you.    "Hey, you guys are off tomorrow right?"    "Yeah, do you want to go out and do something?"    "Oh there's that new exhibit at the museum we should go see!" Yongguk started listing off some of the pieces in the exhibit before Namjoon cut him off.    "No, I mean yes we can do that but that's not what I'm saying. It's been a while since the three of us have...you know..."    "Oh!"    "Ah!"    "So....do you guys wanna?" It was hard to keep your eyes off of his rapidly growing arousal. You'll never be able to understand how Namjoon can go from being half asleep to wide awake and very horny so quickly, although it wasn't necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it had become one of your favorite things about him if you were honest. Sleep didn't matter anymore, it certainly wasn't even crossing your mind until the three of you were laying a tangled sweaty mess of limbs. And you wouldn't have it any other way.

[iwritekpopthings]

Drunkenness (pt. 9)

Characters: You, Yongguk

Genre/ warnings: Smut

Word Count: 2415

“Why won't you tell me where we’re going?” You asked Yongguk, loving the little smile that came up on his face.

“Because its a secret.” He said, leaning in to emphasize his point.

The two of you had gotten on the train early that morning. So it had to be somewhere far enough away that his scooter wouldn't be practical. The only flaw in Yongguk’s plan was that it was rush hour in Seoul. And there was a festival going on. The trains were packed with tourists and business people. You stood in a corner near a door while he faced you, shielding you from the discomfort of getting squished by strangers. As the train made an unusually sharp turn, he put his hands out on the wall behind you in order to keep his balance.

Yongguk smiled and used the opportunity to get a little closer. You looked at him and suddenly leaned forward, pecking him on the lips. “I'll hold you for stability.” You said, putting your hands on his waist in a way that just didn't quite seem like you were really being that nice. His ears turned red as he glanced around, but no one seemed to care about what you two were doing in your little corner.

“You're lucky we’re in public.” He said lowly in your ear. You shivered a little and pulled him closer as a bump caused many other people to push against him.

“You don't have to do this.” You reminded him for the hundredth time. You nodded to his hand on the wall as your thumbs drew circles at his waist. “I'm a big kid, I can handle getting close to a few people. I'm not that delicate.”

This was an old arguement for the two of you, though. And Yongguk had eventually learned the best ways to answer your complaints. “I know, baby. I know you are tough as hell.” He leaned in and kissed you, moving to have your body flush against his. “You've wrestled me to the ground on more than one occasion. But I want to do this. I like protecting you; it makes me feel like I'm doing my job as your partner. You wouldn't want to take that away from me, would you??” He used his damn eyes to coerce you, pulling you in until you gave in with a sigh.

“Fine, I guess it's okay this time.” You conceded once again as the train began to slow down.

He smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “Thank you, baby.”

At this station, many people got off of the train. But you both stayed on.

“So since I gave in, you'll tell me where we're going, right?” You persisted. The train continued along its loop around the city.

He laughed with his gummy smile and shook his head. “Nope. Nice try, though.” You sighed in defeat and settled in, resting your head on his shoulder.

Yongguk led you through the streets of Seoul to Cheonggyecheon, an area you hadn’t really had a chance to explore to yet. Along the way he talked about anything but where you were going. “... And that's the story of how Himchan lost his eyebrows one winter.”

“Yongguk. You are driving me crazy-”

“I know.” He smiled, pleased with himself.

“Seriously, just tell me-”

“Here we are.” He rounded the corner and stopped. You looked around. There were lanterns and signs up everywhere, advertising the start of the Seoul lantern festival today.

“The festival?” You looked at him. As you thought about it, you didn't know whether he even liked things like festivals or not. Probably not, since it involved so many people. “What made you choose this?”

He smiled and pulled you along by the hand. “It was something we hadn't really done. Junhong told me about it a few weeks ago and it seemed interesting.”

You were a little confused but willing to go along with pretty much anything as long as you could be with him. “Alright, let's do it!”

Yongguk smiled in relief, glad that you approved of his choice. He pulled you along and the two of you began to explore the town.

As night came, so did more people. Crowds grew around street vendors and dancers, making the city really come alive. Music played from all around as you came upon the main venue.

As you walked along the path, you would both stop at every bar stall you saw. Each time, you ordered different drinks. Eventually you were holding onto Yongguk a little more than before.

“Hey, okay, but..” You paused as you got distracted by some people in weird outfits. You continued, bumping into Yongguk accidently. “But, like, how are you not drunk? Its not fair if I'm the only one having fun.”

He tried to hold his smile in. “I am having a good time. And I don't know. I just have a strong tolerance for alcohol, I guess.”

“That's what you always say. That's what you want me to think! But really, really, you're just as drunk as I am but you're just.. You're just better at hiding it.” You squinted at him suspiciously and he lost his composure, laughing out loud.

“You're right, you got me.” He adoringly gave you the concession you wanted and you grinned.

“Haha! I knew it!” You gave him a sideways hug. But rather than letting go, you just walked sideways while he continued down the path. He laughed again. You could actually tell that he was at least feeling tipsy, just by how loud he was laughing. “By the way, where are we sleeping tonight? Is it under a bridge? ‘Cause we haven't done it there yet--”

Yongguk put his hand over your mouth. “Sorry to disappoint, but its a hotel. We can do a bridge next time.” He let go of your face and turned you to walk facing forward.

“Woo! Okay, let's go.”

Directly after getting into the room, you and Yongguk both flopped on your backs onto the bed. As you stared at the ceiling for a moment, you felt the bed dip as Yongguk rolled toward you.

“Hey.” He said rather quietly.

“Hey~” You looked toward him.

“Okay, so there's this reeeeally hot girl next to me and I don't know how to handle it.” He told you with a straight face. “I can't keep my eyes off her. What do you think I should do?”

You giggled but tried to reply seriously. “Hmm… well I think your fiance might have a problem with that girl.”

“That's okay, I'll tell her later.” He said nonchalantly. As you were about to respond, he rolled on top of you, straddling your thighs with his face close to yours.

He leaned in, kissing you slowly, tilting his head to get the best angle. He braced himself with his forearms and his hands moved the sides of your face, stroking your cheeks just as slow as the kiss.

You moaned against his lips, bringing your hands up to his shoulders. You tried to pull him down, but he wouldn't budge. You pulled at his lip, and grabbed at the back of his shirt. If he wasn't going to come to you, you would bring your body to his.

As you attempted this, Yongguk broke off the kiss, laughing in amusement. “You want me on you that bad?” He asked, letting his lips move to your neck.

“Fuck yes” You breathed, already imagining the feeling. Before he gave in to your wants, he kissed along your skin to your collarbone. He sucked on you hard and you brought your hands up to grab his hair. “Yongguk..”

He finally ended up bringing his body closer, but not close enough. He was teasing and it was driving you crazy. In desperation, you worked his shirt off of him, not necessarily being gentle. You slid your fingers along his skin, drawing out patterns lightly. You enjoyed feeling his slight shiver and you grinned.

He pulled away, giving you The Look™. “Hey, don't look at me like that, Yongguk. You're doing the same thing to me.”

He huffed, annoyed that you had trapped him like this. “Alright, you wanna do this? Let’s do this.”

“What are we doing?”

He smirked as his hands went to the buttons of your pants. “You'll figure it out. You're a big kid, right?” You rolled your eyes but allowed him to get your pants off. He stood up to take off the rest of his clothes as slowly as possible.

“Oh stop that.” You stood up and pushed his hands away, unhooking his belt and everything within 3 seconds. But this left his hands free long enough to get your shirt up over your head. You whined, struggling to get it off as he quickly went behind you.

“Mmm, baby, you smell so good…” He murmured quietly into your ear as his hands came around to the front of your thighs, tracing your pantyline lightly. You exhaled heavily, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder. He brought his fingers to the wet spot already seeping through your underwear. He started to rub you just lightly enough to torture you.

“Ugh” You groaned, pushing your hips down against his hand. But he pulled away, dragging his damp fingers along your skin. He stopped at your bra cups, letting his fingers follow that line lightly all the way to your back. He snapped the band against your skin before unhooking it and letting it fall.

Figuring out his game, you turned around to face him. As lightly as you could, you dragged your fingers from his hips up to his nipples. You pressed in slightly before pulling your hands away. You then stepped up closer to him, pressing your boobs against his chest.

You smiled up at him as you let your nails scratch along his back. Then you laughed, unable to be serious. “Stop poking me, Yongguk.” You giggled and hugged him, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“And here I thought we were going to have a nice, steamy round of sex.” He said, rolling his eyes as he hugged you back.

You continued to giggle against his skin as you kissed your way up his neck to his lips. You kissed him, trying to be serious for two seconds. “We could still do the sex part.” You mumbled against his lips. You pushed your body along his, his hard on still pressing against you.

Yongguk shook his head in disbelief, brushing his lips against yours. In truth, he was feeling a little giggly himself. But he wouldn’t let that show right now. He moved his hands down to grab your butt. “Are you sure? Can you stop laughing long enough to do that?” He was already pushing your underwear down, letting the last piece of clothing fall to the floor.

“Let’s find out.” You looked him in the eyes, raising your eyebrows in a challenging way at him. You brought your hands down and grabbed his member, stroking slowly as you tried not to laugh.

“Okay, yeah, that’s not gonna work.” He told you. Yongguk took your wrists and pulled your hands away. He then pushed you backward toward the bed.

When you felt the bed against the back of your legs, you twisted your wrists free and jumped onto the mattress, crawling away from him in delightful terror. “You can’t catch m-”

He was faster than you and had climbed up and grabbed you by the hips before you could escape. “I think I just did.” He looked down at you and grinned, realizing the position the two of you were in. You looked up at him from being on your hands and knees, coming to this realization at the same time. “This will work.” He smirked at you before guiding his member into your dripping entrance.

“Oh fuck..” You moaned, your arms feeling weak already.

Both of his hands held your hips as he began to thrust forward with rough strokes. He moaned, licking his lips and closing his eyes. He slid in all the way, his skin hitting yours with every thrust. “Damn you feel so good..” He said in his low voice, turning you on even more.

“Yongguk…” You gripped at the sheets as you felt your orgasm getting close. He continued to thrust into you but leaned forward, kissing the skin of your back. He sucked and nipped at you while he moved his hips in short, fast thrusts. His hands came around your body, running along your stomach and breasts repeatedly. He squeezed your breasts roughly before getting upright again. His fingers dug into your hips as he pushed and pulled you faster and faster.

His member slid along your walls just right, filling you up completely. He was going so hard that you almost lost your balance. Your head fell back and you let out increasingly louder moans every time he pounded into you. He could feel your muscles clenching around him and he bit his lip, working hard to not lose his rhythm. Suddenly his orgasm crashed into him and he released inside you, moaning your name. At the feeling of his hot cum swirling inside you, your breathing hitched and you came hard, shaking, your hands curling into fists. Yongguk continued to slowly thrust into you occasionally, drawing out both of your orgasms. Eventually you began to feel over-stimulated, every nerve becoming more alive than before.

You let your arms give out and fell forward, his dick pulling out of you in the process. You landed heavily on the bed, your eyes closed as you tried to catch your breath. You felt the mattress dip as Yongguk moved to lie next to you, also out of breath.

You opened your eyes to look at him and he returned your gaze. “Well damn.” You licked your lips and slowly rolled onto your back.

Yongguk followed you, rolling until he was halfway lying on top of you, making you laugh. “So I have a confession.” He said, pulling away to look at you. You looked at him curiously and waited for him to continue. “So there was this really hot girl-”

You smacked his arm and laughed. “Dork.” You reached up and held the sides of his head. “I love you.” You pulled him down for a kiss and he smiled, kissing you back with equal passion. ★☆★☆★☆

[justkpopstuffinmyhead]

Yongguk - The reason I live is you ♥

Member: BAP’s Bang Yongguk

Pairing: Idol!Yongguk X Female!Reader

Genre: Smut, Angst, Happy end

Warnings: Fighting, smut

Words: 2,275

Summary: You don’t fight. But this time you do. And it seems like making up involves a lot more, than just talking,

A/N: Y’all are thirsty. I’m not rly happy with this (’cause let’s face it I’m bad at writing smut [because i don’t eally know what’s too much to handle])but i hope I didn’t murder your request too much @perfectly-sarcastic ♥

You don’t fight. Don’t get me wrong, Yongguk and you definitely argue sometimes but you never really fight. One of you always hits the emergency break, avoiding the worst. Tonight, though, is different. Yongguk came home, exhausted by a hard day at work, his anxiety grabbing onto the edges of his consciousness – and you could feel it.

So you did your best, preparing his favorite dinner, which he left untouched. Massaging his tense shoulders, only to be pushed away rather ungentle. You then decided that it might be better for you to go to your shared bedroom to relax a bit, maybe read a book. The quiet toddle of your naked feet could be heart throughout the quiet apartment, so when a deep sigh suddenly accompanied them, you almost stopped walking - almost, because you were sure that Yongguk didn’t want to see you right now. Although your feelings were hurt, you understood that maybe, he just needed to relax a bit and be on his own. Calm down and then he would return to being the cuddly, soft Yongguk you know.

“This is how you thank me for bringing home money? For buying the apartment?” It’s barely 10 minutes later that Yongguk walks through the door. You’re curled up in the middle of your bed, pillows all around you, and a romantic book in your hand. “What do you mean?” you close the book carefully, after putting a piece of paper between the pages as a bookmark. You heard of people bending the pages to remember where they are, but in your eyes, they are monsters. “I’m in a bad mood and you just decide to curl up and read? To leave me alone? I bought this apartment! I pay for your clothes! Our food!” You feel yourself become defensive. You cross your arms over your chest and look at him with rage. “First, I cooked your favorite food and tried to massage you. When you didn’t eat the food and pushed me away I thought that you just want to be on your own for a while. Calm down.” You take a deep breath in order to remain calm. “And second. . . I go to work as well. I might not be an idol, but I work from seven in the morning to four or five in the afternoon. I earn money as well. I never asked you to buy my stuff, but you always insist that you love buying my stuff.” You know that you are by now bright read in your face.

You never wanted him to buy your clothes, your food, pay for your dates. The fact that he holds this against you now hurts and angers you. “Well I didn’t want to be alone! I wanted you to just be by my side and hold me. But you would never understand me. You don’t understand how I feel.” He turned around and angrily walked towards the door, making you jump out of bed and follow him. “Where are you going?” You demanded to know when he put on his warm jacked and slipped into his shoes. “I don’t know, probably some pub. Maybe I’ll find someone who will understand me.” You look at him in shock, his words like a slap in the face. Tears are filling your eyes, threatening to spill as you look at him in disappointment. “If you step through this door I won’t be here when you return.” His implication of possibly cheating on you – something he would never do, you know that – hit you really hard. He hesitates and turns around to see your eyes filled with tears. Your breath is going hard and when he realizes how you could interpret his words, his eyes widen. “Y/N. You think I’d. . .” He raises his hand, reaching out for you but you just step back, your eyes fixed onto the wooden floor next to your feet. “You think I’d cheat on you?” He steps right in front of you and takes your face into his hands, lifting it, so your eyes meet his. “People do stupid stuff when they are angry and drunk. I don’t think you’d do it but. . . You made it sound like that and you are so angry.” You feel yourself shake; your eyes are searching the room for somewhere to look other than his eyes. “Babe. . .”

He’s at a loss of words, so he only presses his lips against yours, which surprises you, so it takes you a second to respond. This second makes Yongguks heart race in fear and his kiss becomes more desperate. You respond to his kiss and his hands wander to your hips, lifting you up to wrap your legs around his middle. You  fumble with his thick jacket, struggling to take it off, when he starts carrying you to your bed. “Shoes.” You say in a scolding manner as you hear his soles against the floor. He smiles into the kiss and kicks the shoes off and carries you to your bedroom where he drops you onto the bed. Your eyes look up at him and you feel the love for him spill over, washing away all the doubt that tried to creep into your heart and brain, replacing it with a warm feeling. A stray tear runs down your cheek and Yongguk bows down to you, his lips catching it and moving to your ear, leaving a soft, damp trail behind. “Don’t cry. I will never leave you. I’ll make sure you remember.” He presses you into the pillows you left on the bed and runs his full, soft lips over your jawline, down to your collarbone, where he gently sucks on the tender flesh, making you moan softly. “I hate that you doubted me.” He says as he proudly examines the lovebite he left behind. “Yongguk. Don’t beat yourself up over it. ” You say and look down at him. “I will make you remember.” There is a fire in his eyes and you know that he won’t be soft or gentle tonight. You will be dusted with small, purple circles, because Yongguk likes to mark you as his when he is rough. Your legs wrap themselves around his hip and you can feel his erection against you already wet core

All the anger is just gone and replaced by passion. “This has to go.” He whispers, staring at the shirt you are wearing – one of his - and he doesn’t take the time to take it off you but rust rips it in half. You gasp and he presses his lips to you now exposed nipple – you already took your bra off when you came home because it’s just too uncomfortable. Yongguks arms wrap around your waist as you arch your back and he lifts you up, removing the fabric and throwing it across the room. You feel the mattress beneath your body again and shiver as his left hand makes its way to your exposed nipple, working on it, carefully tugging it and massaging it, bringing you pleasure. When he is finally satisfied, he kisses down to your pyjamabottoms – a pair of shorts with animated cats printed all over them, but they are so short, that they are barely worth mentioning. He leaves behind a trail of hickeys and then swiftly takes off your shorts, leaving you no time to adjust to the cold that suddenly hits your wet core, because his warm lips immediately replace the fabric. You feel is tongue slide over your clit, massaging it, making you moan his name. “Yongguk please fuck me.” you gasp when he slides one finger in, but you know that he is not planning on letting you cum immediately. Yongguk is in a playful mood, which often results in you begging him to let you cum.

He drives you so close to your orgasm, but right when you are about to grasp it, let go of everything, his mouth disappears and his fingers follow. “Yongguk” You whimper and he kisses you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips. “I don’t want you to cum like this. I want to be inside you. . ” You look at him and are still able to see the pain in his eyes. It’s hidden in a faraway corner of his mind, but not far enough. He takes off his clothes himself, his eyes not leaving you and when he is finally naked, he enters you completely in one, swift thrust. You gasp for air, needing time to adjust to his size, but he doesn’t give you any time, he just starts to move fluently inside you, your moans could be heard throughout the entire apartment, and when you finally cum, he joins you. He softly pants next to your ear and keeps moving – something that almost feels painful in due to how sensitive you feel after an orgasm. The two of you keep going and when he collapses next to you, you curl into him seeking his warmth because the cold air of your bedroom is resulting in goosebumps spreading all over your exposed skin. Yongguk quickly wraps the two of you up in one of your blankets, pressing kisses all over your face. “I love you” he whispers and you just make an agreeing noise, because you are too exhausted. Your upper body is covered in purple marks, you feel sore between your legs and your muscles are exhausted. “Sleep, babe.” Yongguk instructs and you agree, falling asleep almost instantly, only to be woken up by a nightmare a few hours later.

The bedroom is dark and quiet except for your breathing. The dream felt so real and after your argument with Yongguk it hit really close to home. You can barely remember what happened, but you know that it was related to the argument the two of you had and you remember seeing Yongguk with a woman in your bed. Tears run down your cheek and you sit up to walk to the bathroom and calm yourself down. Unfortunately the strong arms are so tightly wrapped around your body, that Yongguk wakes up as soon as you move. “It’s not time to wake up babe.” His rough sleepy voice would usually make you melt into a puddle, but now it  makes you shiver and drives tears  to your eyes, because the thought of one day, waking up without him, breaks you. “Babe?” Yongguk is immediately wide awake and sits up, looking at your face, illuminated by the dim light of the alarm clocks on your night stands – two, because the two of you wake up at different times – and presses you into his body. It happened before – you, waking up due to nightmares after having arguments, but this is the worst is has ever been. “Nightmare?” Yongguk whispers and you nod into his chest. You start seeking his touch and straddle him, kissing his lips and running your hands into his hair. Yongguk kisses you back softly and quickly detaches his lips from yours, rubbing his nose against yours. “Are you sore?” he asks, nuzzling your neck softly. You nod and press your body into him, sneaking your fingers between the two of you and touch his soft member. “Not when you are sore.” He says softly. It’s something he made up in his mind. He wouldn’t sleep with you when you were sore. “Please” you beg and keep massaging his now erected member as you press your lips to his. His walls crumble and you feel it, resulting in you raising your hips to align his erection with your entrance and you lowered yourself onto him, carefully moving on him. Yongguk moans and showers every part of your body he could reach with kisses, whispering how much he loves you. When the two of you cum, you lay back down and fall back asleep.

“Babe, wake up.” You open your eyes and see Yongguk in a pair of snug boxer shorts. You stretch and look at your alarm clock. It’s Saturday and you are off work, but usually Yongguk should have left for the studio two hours ago. “Why are you here?” you look at Yongguk and see that he is your big, cuddly bear again. “I didn’t want to leave you. Not after tonight. Not after what happened yesterday.” He looks away, clearly ashamed by what he said last night. “I ran you a bath. While you’re in there I’ll go and get breakfast.” He brushes your hair out of your face. “You could just wait and I’d make breakfast” He shakes his head and kisses you. “I already showered and told them to prepare it. I’ll go get dressed and get it now.” You stand up and flinch because of the sore feeling between your legs. “Take your time.” He says and takes a pair of pants as soon as you entered the bathroom. You saw roses everywhere and lower yourself into the warm bathtub, wincing when the warm water hits your sensitive core and the pain makes you remember what he did to you last night, making you blush. You stay in the tub for half an hour and then wash your hair and body, then dry yourself off and dress yourself. “Babe?” Yongguk calls as he enters the apartment. You walk down the hallway while drying your hair. He raises multiple bags and smiles at you with his huge, gummy smile.

You don’t fight. Usually, but this time, you did. However, this fight wouldn’t break you. It only made you relationship stronger.

A/N:Do you guys know that some of my titles are lyrics translated into English? without consulting google, can anyone guess where this title is from?

[kpopchangedme]

To tease you, Yongguk decides to claim that the main character of your popular online Pirates!AU Fanfiction is inspired by him. Little does he know…

Protagonists: Bang Yongguk & You

Word Count: 8.8k

Genre: FicWriter!Au - Friends to lovers - Romance - Smut - Pirates!AU - (Kind of a Fic-ception?)

Rating: NC-17 - NSFW - *Explicit Sex* - *Swearing* - *Violence*

Snippet: “If he is your ruin then so be it. You don’t care, you want it all. You will become his everything and him yours; even if you must vanish into each other tonight. “Please, Guk… Stay…””

Lyz’ note: I was tasked by Santa’s elves to create for the magnificent @yehet-me-up as part of the KpopTrashNet’s Holiday Haul! Here it goes Sarah, I really hope you enjoy this. You’re often using our weaknesses to wreck us and this is my revenge. Also: I’m sorry this took is so long, tell me what you think!  HO. HO. HO.

M A S T E R L I S T

 The dim light is drawing shadows on the dark stranger’s face, hiding most of his emotions, but you already know he’s unhappy. His breathing is deeper, gaze heavy when he slowly approaches you. To keep your fingers from shaking, you grab the edge of your corset. If there’s a thing your father taught you about pirates it’s that although they abide no laws, they usually respect courage and determination. Sadly, you know you lack both of those qualities. It’s okay though, you just need to make them believe you are strong. The tall man finally comes to a stop when his face is a few centimeters from yours, studying you.

“This doesn’t look anything like a muskets shipment.” Although his gaze is still boring into yours, it’s clear he’s talking to the small and stocky built man that brought you here.

“The w-weapons were gone, Cap’n!” There’s fear in his voice and you try to not think too much about why he seems to be so afraid of the man in front of you. “Somebody t-tip them off… We took her instead; she’s the d-daughter of the Gov’nor.”

At this revelation, the Captain’s face pales and his eyes leave yours to briefly glance the man’s way.

“Leave us.” His order is immediately obeyed and the door slams when the pirate hurriedly exits the cabin.

You know you promised yourself that you’d stay strong, but the perspective of being left alone in the Captain’s room makes you panic. Without really meaning to, you try to take a step back, only to be stopped by a piece of furniture.

“Is it true?” The stranger leans in too close, not bothered the slightest by your evident display of fear. He smells of rum, salt and sweat.

“Yes.” You force yourself to roll back your shoulders, proudly. “I am y/n, daughter of the Governor of this holy land and coast.” You raise your chin, braving his glare again and you’re surprised when he smirks, amused by your change of attitude.

“Not that. I don’t care who your father is; I’m not into hostage trading.” He tilts his head and licks his lips, letting his words sink in. “How did your father hear about our little raid?”

Not into hostage trading. Meaning you’re not getting off this ship, at least not alive. Incapable of stopping your panicked train of thoughts, your eyes flutter to the Captain’s unmade bed. Dead or maybe even worse.

Annoyed by your lack of response, the dark man follows your gaze. When he realizes what you’re thinking; he takes a fast step back and you turn your attention to him, surprised by his actions yet again. He’s now leaning against a low table, his fingers leisurely toying with a beautiful feather. He’s avoiding to look your way.

“I… I am not into rape either.” This time his voice is striped from the coldness it held earlier. “You will not be touched as long as you are under my guard. This is my ship and the men here abide by my rules. You can trust me when I say that you are safe… As long as you stay-”

“Why should I trust your words?” You don’t know why you spoke and immediately after it leaves your mouth, you regret everything. The Captain eyebrows shoot up and he bites his lips, refraining from laughing.

“You’re right; if I were you I would not trust me…” He shrugs and studies your reaction. “You are feisty, I like that.” He smiles widely; the gesture transforming his traits into a softer, almost reassuring, expression. “It’s strange, now I feel like convincing you!” The man shakes his head as he stands up and walks towards the door. “Don’t try to leave this cabin, you’re way safer inside… And don’t worry…” He pauses to look at you one last time, an arrogant smirk plastered on his face. “I’ll come back when I have an answer to give you!”

Kicking open the door, he disappears in-

“Don’t!” Your fingers freeze over the keyboard. “I’m writing do not read above my shoulder, you know I hate that!” Yongguk lets out a hollow chuckle, moving aside to drop on the chair next to you.

“Don’t be so mean Austen, I come bearing gifts!” You wince at the nickname, but as if he hasn’t done anything wrong, your friend slides a new cup of coffee next to your laptop. He rests his chin in the palm of his hand, waiting for you to take a sip, before opening his mouth again. “I’m glad I ran into you, Daehyun wanted me to make sure you are coming to his house-warming party tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, it depends on how it goes. I’m busy with this week’s update.” You vaguely gesture your laptop and Yongguk laughs again.

“I know, I’m happy to discover that they actually meet in the 3rd chapter! I’ve been reading it too…”

“You really have?” You ask, tentatively taking a second sip of the coffee he brought you. It’s perfect, mixed just like you love it. “Why? It makes me nervous if you say you’re reading my work…”

“Hundreds of strangers read it, why should I make you more nervous?” Your old friend shrugs and you stare as he mindlessly licks the foam his own latte left on his lips. “Is it because it’s about me?” He tears his eyes away from the wooden table he was staring at to meet your gaze and grins mischievously.

“No! Why would you say that?” You snap your head in direction of your laptop screen; anywhere but him.

“Here.” He points to the last paragraph on the screen. “I’ve said that. You asked why you should trust a guy like me and that was my answer. Those were my exact words. You were so mad back then.”

Annoyed, you roll your eyes back and slam your laptop shut, nearly catching his finger. It’s true; you drew inspiration from the first time you two met back in college, still, it doesn’t mean that he is the character.

“Fine, I wrote that because you used to be kinda cool.” Yongguk’s smile widens almost inhumanly at your statement and you know you better add something to deflate him. “Are you a mysterious lonely pirate? The smooth Captain of a ship full of blood-thirsty hoodlums?” He shakes his head negatively but continues to stare at you with his amused expression. “See? He, is not you: are you a sensual corsair looking for love?”

“I mean…” Yongguk tilts his head to the side, hesitating about something. “… I could be.” He leans closer, reaching to push your hair behind your ear, the tips of his fingers linger, voluntarily grazing your cheek. You freeze, completely lost and blushing at his sudden proximity. You realize your lips parted slightly by reflex when you catch him glancing at your mouth and you move slightly away. “Is this smooth enough for a lonely corsair?” Going back to his usual self, he blinks coyly. “You see? Aren’t I still cool? I still got it!” He ends up beaming again when it becomes clear you won’t answer his questions.

You both used to fool around. Partied too much together when you were younger and occasionally ended up making out in dark alleys in the middle of the night. None of you ever pushed it further though, nor ever brought it up. That’s why his move surprised you and took you back to those fleeting memories. Except it’s the middle of the day, years later and you’re both way too sober to be remembering that.

“So, Daehyun?” You clear your throat to regain control and he nods.

“I could text you his new address, but he moved into my building… Except not on my floor, thankfully.”

“It’s so weird that he’s out of the dorm, I wonder how the guys feel…” Yongguk shrugs; he was the first to move out almost a year ago. “It seems like only yesterday I was helping you all to move in together…”

“And Himchan was mad at you for almost a year because of that scratch on his table.” You laugh but wince almost immediately at the memory.

“Ugh, happier days, when we ignored he could be that frightening!” Yongguk scoffs, eyebrows raising up.

“You; used to ignore Himchan could be scary. I was never that naive!” Saying that he stands up on his feet. “I need to get going. I saw you by chance from outside the coffee shop, but I was actually on my way to the hospital.”

“Ah! You see, that’s why you can’t be my pirate! You’re all motherhood and apple pie; cool corsairs don’t volunteer at children’ hospitals on their free days!” He chuckles and fakes to think about it.

“Are you absolutely sure? I’ll ask the next time I meet a mysterious and sensual pirate…” Laughing, you watch him grab the messenger bag he dropped under your table earlier. “Oh, by the way, y/n?”

“Yes?” You open your laptop, already thinking about the rest of this week’s chapter.

“What’s his name, your pirate? Because you haven’t mentioned it in the previous chapters and I am pretty sure that… Captain Bang sounds about right!” He playfully winks at you and walks away without waiting to hear your protestations.

Maybe he was right. Perhaps you should stay in that cabin but after 8 days of captivity you just have to, at least, do something. When you first hear the screams and muskets firing, you directly assume that the Royal Navy is attacking the pirates. You’re relieved, they probably found the ship at your father’s request and are trying to get you back. That’s why you try to peek outside. In front of the door, the darkened corridor is completely empty. The boy responsible for your meals, your personal jailor, isn’t even guarding it anymore. You assume he left to murder poor soldiers of his Majesty on deck with his companions and without thinking twice, you make a run for it.

It’s annoying, now that you’re finally leaving that damn room, you can’t help but think back to the words the Captain said to you the first day of your kidnapping about your safety. You don’t want to ponder on them now. You have no idea where you should go or what you should be doing, you’re just running in direction of the deck. Finding and throwing yourself in front of the first man in a uniform would probably be the most efficient method to be rescued. You follow the sound of the screams in hopes of finding someone. You barely have time to register that you’re emerging on deck when the reality of the situation hits you.

“Bloody hell” You swear, a rare occurrence, as you witness the slaughter in front of you.

No, this is definitely not the Royal Navy. Too bad, it’s too late. You grasp the next bribes of information through impossibly short impressions rather than logical thinking; the omnipresent smell of gunpowder in the air, the main mast burning, the sun dipping low on the horizon and sounds of sword fights and gun firing everywhere around you. Your luxurious jail now seems like a safe haven. You turn back; how did you even get so far on deck? You’re a few meters away from the entrance you came from. It would have been smarter to take a peak before running out, but you were just too focused on getting rescued. In your haste, you slip on the wooden floor and fall on something soft; someone.

You push the body away, scared, but when you look, you recognize him: Jihun, that’s his name, your jailor, although he inappropriately called himself your bodyguard. When he presented himself, the first night of your captivity he tried to give you a dirty handkerchief to wipe your tears, but you ignored him. Now that he’s lying there, in front of you, holding his own guts with both hands, it’s impossible to do the same thing. Forgetting where you are, you stare in horror at the blood slowly spilling out of his torn abdomen. The boy can’t be much older than your youngest brother, around 17. You press your shaking hands on his bloody ones, seemingly waking him up from his daze.

Jihun stares at you for a few seconds in amazement before remembering his surroundings. He tries to push your hands away, but you fight back to help him, tears stinging the corner of your eyes. You hate to admit it, but he was nothing but decent with you and nobody this young deserves something like this. Jihun renounces and reaches for something on his right instead. You feel a cold object getting pressed in your palm; his pistol.

It’s clear that the boy is dying right here, on the dirty deck of this vessel, where he won’t get a proper burial, not even a single prayer. He opens his mouth, but blood spills out instead of the words he intended to speak. The dark sanguine fluid contrasts with the pallor of his skin. It hits you how he already looks like a corpse although his body is still warm, he must not have a lot longer to live. Jihun’s gaze grows glassy, distant, but he still presses his pistol into your hand and motions for you to leave with one finger.

The boy is dying, he knows this, but still, he’s trying to make sure you make it back to safety.

When your fingers finally stop the pressure on his open wound and grasp the cross of the metal gun, his lips curl shyly upward.

He is gone now.

Shaking, you rise to your feet and turn in direction of the corridor leading to the Captain’s cabin. You need to go back now before it’s too late and you end up like your young bodyguard.

You make a run for it. Holding your heavy skirts in one hand and the pistol in the other; you race. It’s curious how nobody seems to notice you, they’re all busy fighting for their lives, close, yet so far away. You’ve almost made it to safety when you’re suddenly yanked into the opening and unceremoniously pinned against the wall.

Captain Bang is staring back at you, enraged.

You lean back in your chair, satisfied. Stretching your arms above your head, you let out a loud yawn. If somebody dies in the chapter, should I put an additional warning for the readers? You rub your eyes and glance at your phone’s lockscreen.

1:16am

Maybe you should go to sleep and wake up early tomorrow morning to finish that chapter. You need to upload it before Daehyun’s party if you don’t want to wake up to passive aggressive update requests Sunday morning.

You stare for a second at the last sentence on the screen before saving and shutting off the laptop. Captain Bang, you scoff. It does seem rather fitting for a pirate. At first, you thought it would be a fun way to get back at Yongguk, but the more you think about it, the more you fall for the name.

Only now, it is impossible to not picture him as the love interest in your story. You bite your lips, imagining your friend in the Captain’s tight hide trousers and loose white shirt. What a bad idea. Yongguk shouldn’t have joked about this sort of thing. Ever since you coincidentally met him this morning, you haven’t been able to keep this image out of your mind. It’s true you drew inspiration from your first meeting, but the pirate character was born of a fantasy, something that had nothing to do with him. Well, a fantasy that used to have nothing to do with him… It’s not surprising that when you finally fall asleep that night, you dream of your first meeting.

It’s officially 2:00pm and he isn’t here. You scribble the word “LATE.” on the corner of your notebook. You were annoyed, but now you are straight up pissed. This only confirms the suspicions you had when you were paired with the tall dark man in the back of the class. Your friends were all jealous, but you immediately knew it meant that you’d have to do the bigger part of the project all alone. You weren’t a fan of the good-looking-guy-often-skipping-class types, but maybe if you carefully kept track of his whereabouts, the teacher would understand and reduce his note consequently.

At 2:20pm, you’re still sitting all alone in the coffee shop, so you find yourself stalking his Facebook profile.

Bang Yongguk. Status: single. Born in March 1990.

You scoff, the man’s so late, of course; he’s an Aries! He’s making you wait and he’s actually younger than you by a few months.

His description box catches your attention and you roll your eyes: “"Do what you like and love what you do“ - Ray Bradbury”

Moving on, you scroll down on his wall, looking for something interesting about your assigned partner. Not much is public, but after a few memes posted by his friends, you find a single photo with his brother, a twin, paired with a curious caption: “Flashing Lights. Hip Hop for life. Proud bro.” You’re not sure what it means, but you know he’s a music major, so maybe he’s into rap or that sort of thing. Studying the picture, you take a sip of your coffee. The girls in your class were right; the man’s gorgeous.

“Are you stalking me?” You almost drop the hot liquid on your lap when you hear a low voice above your shoulder. He smirks when he sits in the chair in front of you and opens his bag. “Hi, y/n, I believe you already know my name, enchanted.” There’s something more to his voice, a small shyness you wouldn’t have guessed. You blush from embarrassment, but then remember that you’re mad at him.

“You’re 30 minutes late, I have to start my shift here at 3pm!” You sigh and he freezes, his arm mid-way out of his bag.

“Sorry, I’ll forget to tease you about the stalking if you let my tardiness go?” He glances up with a timid smile before carefully placing his laptop on the table between you two.

“Let it go? Are you always going to be late like that?” The shy curl of his lips disappears completely and you would feel sorry about it if you weren’t so fed up with people using you for college projects.

“Sorry.” He blinks, expressionless.

“I was looking you up to see if you had an accident. I was about to research about spontaneous human combustion!” You cross your arms and he struggles to hide his amusement.

“Actually I was just volunt-”

“Scratch that. I’m sorry if I’m being an asshole, but if you weren’t dying, rescuing kittens from a house fire or saving children’ lives, I actually don’t want to hear it.” This time Yongguk can’t help himself. You’re surprised because he laughs hollowly like you’ve said something incredibly funny like he’s aware of something you ignore. “Look, I just want to finish the project. We only have two weeks and after that, we won’t ever have to see each other again. Let’s just divide the work, I know you’re in music and this class probably isn’t serious to you, but I don’t want to carry you as a dead weight.” He freezes again before starting to pack his things back in. You bite your lips, perhaps you were too harsh, but you’ve met many students like him.

“I have no idea what you think you know about me, but you’re wrong. I won’t let you do the work alone and I didn’t choose this literature class to half-ass it. It’s one of my favourite subjects.” When he zips his bag, you open your mouth to try to protest, but he continues: “We could just exchange emails, but instead, I’d prefer to meet you here before your shifts to discuss. Do you mind?”

“Euh, no?”

“Perfect. Just bother worrying about your part, I’m quite an exigent partner! You can trust me to do mine just fine!” Your part? You roll your eyes, annoyed at his insinuations.

“Why should I trust you? We are just forced to be teammates, sorry to point that out-” You gesture him vaguely with your hand; his long black floppy hair and loose Hip Hop t-shirt. “But you’re not the type of person I trust blindly! Plus; you just arrived, but you’re already leaving! So why would I ever trust you?”

“Why trust me? You need a reason?” He grins with all his teeth, clearly enjoying your little confrontation. His smile is breathtaking and your mind goes blank, betraying you. “You said you have to work! But don’t worry, I’ll come back when I have an answer to give you!”

With that, he is gone and you’re left alone in the half-empty coffee shop. You scoff thinking back of the man’s arrogance. It’s weird, for a second, you were almost sure he was a bit shy. You bring your palm to your burning cheek; you can’t deny the effect his words had on you. Annoyingly enough, you feel like you don’t really need an answer to your question anymore.

Waiting is pure torture. You were able to clean your bloody hands in the water bassinet kept in the cabin, but somehow they still feel stained. You had never seen somebody die of a violent death before today. Or was it yesterday? You don’t know, you can’t sleep. You heard of the violence committed by pirates as scary stories, they attack, gut and take women all for the sake of gain, but you had never seen it. Jihun’s face haunts you; his last smile. The Captain was furious when he dragged you back to the cabin, but since then he hasn’t come back. Nobody has. Your shock passed, the echoes of the fight faded, but still, no one came. Perhaps they’re all dead, this thought may be scary, but getting out again to find out is even scarier, so you stay hidden. Like he ordered you to.

He finally comes at night. When he does, he enters in silence and drops on the chair at the desk, his desk. This is his room you remember that fact and blush, despite the situation, you’re actually lying on a man’s bed. You never witnessed a man’s intimacy before your kidnapping, let alone live in a man’s room. The Captain’s eyes are closed, he hasn’t even looked your way. You know it’s wrong, but you find yourself really wanting him to.

“Well…” You clear your throat, sitting up. “I don’t think I need an answer to my question anymore…”

“I thought you were sleeping.” If he’s surprised, he doesn’t let it show. He still keeps his eyes closed and his head rests on the chair back. The unique oil lamp in the room is placed on the desk, lighting his features and his raven hair. Resting like that he doesn’t seem so scary, his presence is strangely comforting to you. You prefer staying here rather than switch captors, you already accepted this reality; you really do trust him now. “You can stop watching me, I won’t bother you. I just came to rest away from my men.”

“I wasn’t-” You bite your cheek. “That’s not what I…” You stop talking and blush even darker, the truth wouldn’t be less embarrassing than his assumptions. The man opens his eyes and turns your way.

“Is it because you have questions?” His jaw tightens and the veins of his neck swell. “Jihun and many more are dead, but we won, so you don’t have to worry anymore.” Jihun. Without realizing, you wipe a fugitive tear on your cheek. The Captain silently watches as you cry, you wonder what he’s thinking, but that’s not what you want to ask.

“Were they also pirates?”

“Mercenaries…” He gives you a curious look.

“Mercenaries? Why?” He turns his head away and you think it must be a silly question to ask, probably for weapons or treasures.

“You.” His voice is even lower this time, almost inaudible. “Somebody paid a lot of money to get you….”

“My father?” His words make you nauseous, those people died because of you.

“Yes… Your father sent the Royal Navy, but they couldn’t catch up to us.” He smirks at that, but his face falls when he notices that you started to cry again.  “Probably angered the Governor… They asked nicely and we told them that we weren’t going to sell you…” The man frowns this time, standing up to sit on the edge of the bed. “Are you alright? Why are you crying? I told you about that already.”

“W-What?”

“That I don’t trade hostages; I told you I’d keep you safe until I find a solution! Those scumbags… Well, you probably wouldn’t have a private room on their ship. It doesn’t matter how much your father is paying…” You wipe your cheeks again; it’s weird how you thought you should trick the pirates into believing you were courageous. All you ever do here, since your first day, is be a cry baby. “So… Please don’t cry anymore, okay? I’ll find a way to get you home somehow… You just need to stay here.”

“Jihun… He was just a kid.”

“Jihun was a good pirate, not a kid. He knew what the ocean life meant…”

“He died because of me…” The Captain turns to stone, his body a mere meter away from you.

“No…” You can hear the tension in his voice and you raise your eyes, only to discover distress on his face. “I did it.” He brings the back of his hand to delicately wipe one of your stained cheeks. You wonder if the gesture is even more comforting to him than it is to you. “Don’t cry anymore, I’m the only one bearing that.”

After that night, the Captain starts to visit you almost every evening. When you complain that you are bored, he brings you books; stories of adventures and passionate love affairs that make you blush, stuff you wouldn’t have known existed before.  When you say you feel lonely, he jokes about his company not being entertaining enough for a lady. He starts playing cards and dice games with you and some of his men. When you tentatively mention feeling stuffy, he brings you out for a walk on the deck at night and teaches you about his favourite constellations. When the day comes where he mentions that the ship is almost back to your father’s harbour, you realise you’re more scared of what you used to call home than a vessel full of pirates.

The day after this announcement, he comes in abruptly. He doesn’t even knock, he just enters and walks in, slightly unsteady.

“Jesus Christ! Guk, are you hurt!?” He drops himself on the bed and you follow with concern. You stop in front of him; he brings one of his fingers to your mouth. The hot contact on your lips spreads goosebumps all over your body.

“Shhh- Don’t swear, feisty lady!” You wince at the bad nickname and he raises his eyes to meet yours, a strange look on his face. “Would you really care if I hurt?”

“Yes…” You’re breath hitches when his fingers move down under your chin. “Are you drunk?”

“I am hurt.” Ignoring your question, he whines. “Why do you hurt so much?” You stiffen at his words, not sure to understand what he means.

“W-what?” Neglecting to answer once again, he encircles your waist and buries his face in your clothes.

“I didn’t know it would be that painful…” Without really knowing why, you find yourself shielding him in your arms and toying with his black hair.

“Me neither…” Slowly, you sit next to him on the bed and he sighs into you. You both stay like this for a moment that feels like everything, until he pulls away. His face is close to yours, so much so, that you are lost in the softness of his brown irises. Somehow, his right hand has found its way to your lower back. He’s using it to draw small circles with his palm; the warm sensation is waking something entirely new in your stomach. Weirdly, the foreign tingling doesn’t scare you but seems to be pulling you even closer.

“I don’t think I can keep you safe anymore.” His breath on your cheek makes you shiver in anticipation and you watch as he licks his lips.

“Then don’t.” When the words leave your mouth, you see a hint of incertitude on his face, but you close your eyes and lean in.

At first, the Captain doesn’t react much, then he lets the desire take over. His lips move against yours, eager and you fight back. The kiss is messy and needy. His lips taste like what you believed heaven would and when he begins exploring your mouth, you discover his tongue is as sweet as rum. You suck it and he moans, leaning even more into you. His hands explore your body, playing with your hair, then with the ribbon of your loose corset. He tries to pull back, but you hold on, fingers intertwined in his hair. If feels as though you don’t need to breathe; together you are one and if you must die, then you want him to consume you. Your whole body is burning, the sensations are devouring you. You’ve been aware of your own feelings for a few weeks now; he is your end, you won’t ever need to leave this ship. Suddenly, he pulls back, panting.

“I think I’m the thing threatening you tonight… I should go…” You don’t hesitate when he tries to stand up and you grab his shirt to keep him close.

If he is your ruin then so be it. You don’t care, you want it all. You will become his everything and him yours; even if you must vanish into each other tonight.

“Please, Guk… Stay…”

You nailed it, the new chapter was uploaded this afternoon. Now you can just relax and enjoy Daehyun’s party, even if it means avoiding Yongguk. It seems like an easy task; he’s nowhere to be seen until 11pm and even then, he disappears with a man to discuss something about his music. You’re glad that he doesn’t try to talk to you at all, perhaps he didn’t even have time to read the chapter. You’re overreacting, but you shouldn’t have named the Captain after him. You knew one hour after the upload that it was a mistake. Not because you were anticipating your friends’ reactions, but because you grew anxious and scared of his opinion. Even now, you’re not quite sure if you want him to like or hate it. You probably wouldn’t mind it as much if you hadn’t spent the last 36 hours fantasizing non-stop about your best friend. Like a jerk.

“Y/n, do you want another glass of wine?” Hana, Daehyun’s girlfriend, turns to you like a saviour.

“Yes, thank you!” You grab the glass, looking once more around the room to make sure that Yongguk is not mingling in the kitchen. You catch Hana staring at you and you exchange smiles. She’s way more reserved than the rest of the group of friends, which has always been kind of intimidating to you. You never know what to say to people like that, you’re good at conversations that keep going back and forth. Talking with a silent introvert has a history of turning you into a rambling mess, Yongguk is no exception to that rule.

“Are you looking for Yongguk?” You almost choke on your sip of wine at her question and shake your head vehemently. “He’s talking with Jinyoung in the living room.”

“No, I wasn’t- Why would I be looking for him?” She gives you a puzzled look and shrugs. You’re usually hanging with him during those events, after all, he’s the one who introduced you to the boys. “Ah, actually, I’ll go talk to him sometimes… later…” Hana nods, unconvinced, but if she’s curious she doesn’t let it show. You feel a strong arm wrap around your neck and freeze, relieved when Youngjae speaks with his usual cheery tone.

“Have you asked her about it yet?!” You wince, it’s not like you didn’t know this would come up tonight. It’s a chance that the person of interest isn’t here right now. “Because we want answers!”

“Ask me what?” You play dumb and Daehyun who appeared at the same time as his partner in crime laughs knowingly.

“About your story!” Youngjae giggles in your ear and you wiggle out of his hug, while Hana shoots you a sorry look.

“Hana told me that the sexy pirate AND love interest of your current story has sort of a familiar feel-OUCH!” Dae whines after his wife elbow him. She may be on the quiet side, but she definitely knows how to handle her extra lover.

“I didn’t tell him…” Hana looks at you with sincerity before turning to Daehyun who still is rubbing his ribs. “He just doesn’t want to say he reads it himself!” Youngjae squeals, hitting both of his friend shoulders excitedly.

“HEY! Nonononononono- It’s because of that dance practice after care one!” He pushes Youngjae back.

“My Show Me Everything smut?” You crinkle your nose at the thought of your friends enjoying your erotic stories. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been doing this, you can’t help but still find it a bit cringe-worthy.

“Yes, Hana made me read that one! It all started because she really wanted to try som-”

“SHUT UP!” Everybody in the kitchen stops to look at Hana when she screams. Even Youngjae doesn’t dare to push his curiosity further when he sees the cute girl with her face covered by her hands. The tips of her ears are bright red and she slaps her husband’s hand away when he reaches for her cheek

“Glad to know you read me Dae” You poke his arm teasingly and he grimaces. “But don’t overshare or I’ll use it and-”

“You’ll what?” Youngjae cuts you off, onto something. “Name a sex beast character after him?” While both Daehyun and he burst out laughing, Hana risks looking up at you to see your reaction.

“Sex beast?!” You roll your eyes dramatically. “Are you sure you read that story, there’s no sex!”

“Yet… No sex yet!” Everybody freezes when Yongguk makes his entrance, an amused smirk on his lips. “Can I talk to you, outside?” Here it comes; the moment you were dreading all night. He tilts his head to the side, curious when you say nothing back. It’s Youngjae who wakes you up from your daze with his usual teasing.

“ARRR!” He grunts, offering you all his best pirate impression and Daehyun laughs loudly, encouraging him. “Fancy a glass of grog tonigh’ Cap’n?” Shoving past them, you grab Yongguk’s sleeve to get away. You hear him laugh too when Daehyun yells “YO HO HO!” as you pass by, but you ignore them.

Zelo, who’s in deep conversation with a girl in a corner, catches your gaze as you exit the room. He winks your way and raises his index finger in front of him, curving it like a hook. Great, everybody’s in on it!

Yongguk leads you down the corridor to one of the bedrooms that’s left empty by the guests of Daehyun and Hana’s housewarming party. Not only is the newlyweds’ apartment in his building, it’s also the exact same disposition as his place. He pauses to see you’re following him before going inside the darkened room. None of you turns the light on, so the room stays dim lit, most of the lighting coming in through the cracked open door. You’re growing even more anxious. Earlier, he didn’t seem angry or annoyed, but he avoided you all night too and he never acted like that before.

“So…” You breathe out because he’s staring at you in silence and it’s very intimidating.  “What do you want to talk about?”

“That kiss!” He sounds still amused by all this and you frown, uncertain. You assumed he would want to discuss the name of the main character, his name, not the storyline.

“What about it? That is a love story, Yongguk… Haven’t you read the preface?”

“You made our characters kiss…” Ignoring your question, he takes a step closer and you back up against a wall, feeling trapped.

“I already told you…” Somehow, you’re troubled by his demeanour. He always had moments like this; ones where you were absolutely unable to tell what he was thinking, but it’s been a long time. “That pirate. Is. Not. You…” He scoffs at this and you feel his breath on your face. He’s way too close, what is he doing?

“Or so you keep claiming, but you named him after me.” Yongguk brings his hand above your head, towering over you. “So tell me, again. Tell me you weren’t thinking of me, at all, when you wrote that.”

“Wow, you’re so full of yourself!” He smirks at this, you sound less than convincing and he knows it very well. “What are you doing? We aren’t kids anymore…”

“I want to know what happens next…” He ignores you again and your breath hitches when he licks his lips, gazing down at you through his lashes.

“A-are you into spoilers, Bang?”

“Yes…” He gulps, getting closer. Suddenly, you flashback to those drunk nights out in college, those very dark alleys… “Will you humour me?” You don’t know when it happened, but his other hand is now rubbing small circles down your lower back. Just like you wrote, just like you imagined he would do; you close your eyes, knowing what comes next. His lips are soft and warm on yours, nothing but a delicate touch. It’s just the same as when you were young, the calm before… Something entirely different…

“Are you drunk?” You pull back, worried of letting it go too far and his eyes widen in surprise, shining in the darkness.

“Do you think I have to be drunk to kiss you?” You nod and he shakes his head, annoyed. “I didn’t get a single drink tonight, you were in the kitchen. I couldn’t possibly go there without seeing you, without wanting to…” He brings his fingers under your chin, softly pecking your lips again. “That.” He smiles his usual smile, the one you used to believe was full of shyness when in fact it’s just pure sincerity. “I can’t stop thinking about that, you shouldn’t be allowed to write things like this.”

It’s your turn to ignore him, you pull on his collar, lowering him to kiss you again. After all, you wrote about that scene and couldn’t stop thinking about it either. That new kiss isn’t soft like the other ones. He opens your mouth and pushes himself inside, exploring with his tongue and you grip his hair to keep him close. Yongguk traps your body against the wall, pressing himself on you. You toy with his lips, sucking and nibbling, making him grunt in your mouth. His hands roam your body, riding up your dress to give himself access to your ass. This is new, you think, this is great; he never did that before. You moan loudly when his hands massage your thighs, climbing up and he chuckles, pleased. You both want it and need this, you roll your exposed hips and Yongguk moans.

“-and this room is the guest bedroom and my own personal stud- OH SHIT!” It’s like time is frozen when Daehyun flicks the light open. You and Yongguk both stop and tear apart, but it’s clear the intruders had a great view of your body. You’re eyes meet Jongup’s, who’s accompanying Dae, and he turns away, burning red.

“Gentlemen…” Yongguk grabs your hand, leaving the room with a nod when you pass the boys. “Sorry, we’re leaving so soon!” He drags you along towards the front door and you follow, too happy to care about what your friends are thinking.

Somewhere down the corridor, Youngjae stretches his neck to see what the commotion is: “I KNEW IT!” He screams, earning himself a slap across the chest from Hana.

Yongguk’s place is two floors lower, that’s where he takes you. When you make it, his hands immediately continue their exploration. He guides you to his room, not slowing down a bit when you begin to speak

“It’s funny, earlier, you just said you wanted to talk.” You turn to face him, pecking down his neck and trying to tug his shirt above his head. “I love how you talk about things.”

“You know I’m not a big talker.” He chuckles, helping you with his shirt and immediately attacking his belt to get rid of his pants. ”Tell me what happens in the next chapter, we can discuss things even more.” You sit down on his bed, not sure what he means.

“What? My story?”

“Yes…” He sits next to you, half-naked, sliding his hand in your lower back to rub small circles again. “What do they do after that kiss? After she asks the Captain to stay, I want to know about that.”

“Spoilers?” You gulp nervously. You’re so comfortable with Yongguk, that you haven’t thought twice about what is happening between you, yet. You have no idea where the story is going. “I don’t know, it’s not written yet…”

“Do you want me to tell you then?” He pushes you on the bed and climbs over, eyes beaming. “He could tell her about how he has been wanting her ever since they first met…”  Yongguk begins to suck your right earlobe and hums against your skin. You feel him getting hard on your leg and he presses on you, grinding almost subconsciously. “Forget that! Even before their first meeting; he was missing her. He could say he wants to give himself to her, ask if she’s willing to be his everything.” He pauses, hesitating. “Say he wants to fall asleep next to her every night…” Your heartbeat dangerously accelerates at his words you bite your lips to stay calm.

“Guk?” He grunts in response. “Nobody wants to read about that kind of sickeningly sweet romance…” He sits back between your legs, a mysterious look on his face.

“What’s wrong about fluff?” You shrug, too busy admiring his torso instead of actually thinking of an answer. “Well, then I have a few other ideas that could help you…” He rolls up your dress up until your panties are exposed, throwing it over your shoulders. You raise your eyes to meet his again, now he’s got your full attention. “I bet the pirate likes it hard, don’t you think so?” Your eyes widen and he slides a hand to your panties, his thumb brushing over the wetness of your already apparent arousal. He chuckles, tilting his head to the side. “Or is he into teasing?” He presses harder, rubbing the soft fabric and you curl, craving fiction.

“Guk… N-no teasing…” He takes his hand off, licking his lips with a skeptic look.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what the next chapter is all about, though…” You lift yourself on your elbows to protest, but your words turn into moans when he resumes his misdemeanours. Yongguk hooks his fingers to your panties, sliding them off your legs. You try to cover yourself, embarrassed, but he grabs your hands, holding onto to them as he drops kisses on the inside of your thighs. “You say you don’t want to be teased, but you’ve been tormenting me for way longer… I think it’s just fair game. ” He freezes, inches away from your core to stare at you and you sigh deeply, head hanging low, defeated. He blows on your core and you wiggle, miffed. He can’t help but laugh at your evident frustration.

“For fuck sake’s Yongguk, I already capitulated!”

“Did you?” He quirks a questioning brow, his voice is even lower than usual, sinful.

“I do now! Stop teasing!”

“I haven’t done anything yet! Besides, haven’t you heard my policy?” You sigh, irritated and bite your lips to keep from answering something you’d regret. Yongguk gently bites the interior of your leg to make you squeal cutely. You raise again on your elbows to glare at him. “No quarter!”

That’s the moment he chooses to give in to you when you’re busy laughing at his bad pirate joke, that’s when he leans in to finally taste you. Yongguk runs his tongue on your slit. He goes slowly at first, although he knows you’re more than ready; he wants to savour the moment. He wishes this to be the first time of many more, so it should be right. He flattens his tongue, running it everywhere on your folds. Your hands grip his hair tightly, intertwining your fingers with his curls messily, but none of you care. Your moans get louder and louder as he goes. When he sucks on your clit, you can’t help but grind on him in ecstasy. He lets you do it, pleased he has this effect on you. He wants to make you come like this, know what you feel like when you orgasm, delight at your everything in his mouth, but you pull him higher.

“G-Guk” You peck his lips, tasting yourself on them. “Just…”

“You want me inside you?” You nod and sigh, a bit overwhelmed. He reaches in his nightstand for protection and you stare at the ceiling of his room. You and Yongguk. Yongguk and you. In more ways than one, it makes perfect sense. You sit and wrap your arms around his shoulders, resting your head in the crook of his neck.

“What is it?” He turns to you, concerned, and pushes a strand of your messy hair behind your ear.

“Nothing… I’m just-”

“A bit nervous?” You bite your lips and nod, making him chuckle knowingly. It’s not fair how he can guess you so well when you can’t figure out what’s on his mind half of the time. “We can wait if you want t-”

“Oh hell no!” You bite on his shoulder in frustration and he laughs. “I’m not waiting for anything any longer Bang Yongguk!”

“Then do you want my answer now?” He raises an eyebrow and you immediately know he’s being a little tease again, but you just have to ask.

“What answer?”

“The why-you-should-trust-me one.”

“I trust you.” He smiles at your instant reply.

“I know, but I never told you what answer I came up with…” You blink, waiting for him to go on. “I like you. Trust me, because I like you and I’ll never deceive you. I’ve been liking you since the second you were an ass to me in that coffee shop.”

“That’s a weird way to fall for someone!” You bury your face in his neck, embarrassed. “You’re so cheesy, why are you telling this to me now?”

“I thought your story was lacking…” You scoff and roll your eyes. “I think my character needs to come up with an answer, you know, to bring a culmination point to their romantic story.” Slyly, you slide your fingers to his length, grabbing him in your hand.

“Isn’t this a good enough conclusion? Closure of some sort?” You stroke him and he drops his head back on your shoulder, melting.

“That’s not romance-” He grunts, getting lost in your touch. “That’s just development, a twist…” You nibble on his ear, toying with his cock and rubbing his tip. “It needs an end, sex isn’t completion…”

“No? So we need a denouement right, Mr. Writer?” He grunts approving and you smirk. “Then can you come over here?” He whines, needy when your hands ghost him and watches as you move to straddle him.

“You want to ride me?” Yongguk helps you get on him, strong arms catching your thighs.

“You said we needed a climax, Mr. Writer…” You lower your hips to meet his, languidly, taking him inside you and he grunts in response.

“Oh shit.” You bob on him, keeping a slow pace and his hands find your boobs. “I have to say-” He inhales, sharply, throwing his head back. “-I, um- Love your work ethics!”

“Yongguk…”You smirk, grinding harder and digging your fingernails in his shoulders. “Will you just shut up already?”

He nods in approval and brings his forehead against yours to gaze at you. His eyes are full of lust and softness and you stare back at him,  forgetting everything about being embarrassed at his scrutiny. Your pants fill the room and before your thighs tired, Yongguk flips you both, to sink deeper into you. He drops his head in your neck, burying himself into your core relentlessly. You feel the apex of sensations come closer again, only this time you don’t stop it, you wait for it to wash over you. The knot in your stomach tightens, building up and all at once, you can’t hold it anymore. You let loose, reaching a new peak of pure delight. Your orgasm washes over you through waves of bliss and Yongguk comes soon after, feeling your spasms around him.

After you’re both done, he falls on the bed. He wraps your shoulder in his strong arms and pulls you against his chest. You’re still lost in contentment when he chuckles lightly, not able to conceal his happiness.

“What?” You snuggle closer, curious and brush your nose against his jaw.

“I wonder what the guests upstairs are talking about…”

“Oh god…” You grimace, finally remembering you’re exposure from earlier tonight. “We’ll never hear the end of this, right? Not in a million years…”

He shakes his head, still laughing, not caring at all what everybody thinks of this.

Raising your eyes above your laptop, you catch Yongguk walking through the living room. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What?” He throws his hands to the sides, an innocent look plastered on his perfect face. “I’m just gonna go grab a glass of water” You wave a hand his way for him to get out and lean back again on the couch.

This chapter, the finale, needs to go up tonight. It’s your deadline; chapter 20. Well, it could be up tomorrow but Daehyun might come bursting through the front door, freaking out because of the wait. Afterall, he knows where you live. You take a deep breath and rub your temples, tired. When you open your eyes, your boyfriend’s strolling through the room again, humming the melody he’s currently working on.

“Hum? Mind you? You’re distracting me…”

“I forgot to bring the cookies…” He shrugs and you giggle as he leaves.

You try to write for several more minutes, erasing words and going back to change a sentence. The pirate’s bride needs to defeat the traitor and free the Captain, but somehow it isn’t working as it should. You sigh and surely enough, Yongguk appears out of his studio’s door. He just can’t help bothering you today.

“Are you done?”

“Do I sound like I’m done, Guk?” You throw your hands to the sides, exasperated and he grimaces. “Are you done?”

“No, I’m hitting a dry spot…” He takes a step into the living room, studying your reaction to see if he’s in enemy territory.

“I really really need to write this, I can’t talk right now!” You warn him, but he gets closer, a look you know too well on his face. He stops in front of you, lowering just enough to brush your lips with his. He smiles when he feels you’re giving in, slightly opening your mouth, inviting. “We need to work…”

“I know, let’s do a quicky then!” Without warning, he shoves his t-shirt above his head, revealing his chocolate abs.

“Yongguk…” He throws your own shirt across the room, leaving you topless on the couch. He smirks proudly at the sight and kisses you again, this time deeply.

“Let’s be clear…” He pulls back, suddenly serious. “This is purely professional. I’m just doing this for you. I’m sacrificing myself right now!”

“What?” You frown and he nods with all his fake conviction.

“Everybody knows I’m your muse… I’m just doing this to help you with the story, you know; for inspiration.”

“Wow, that’s dedication! Come here Bang, I need insight right now…” You tug his sweatpants down, grinning playfully. “And I need it fast and good!”

“Please… Call me Captain.” He laughs, ignoring your warning glare.

M A S T E R L I S T 

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Makeup Sex Is The Best Sex {Bang Yongguk} ~Naughty November~

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Prompt: Makeup sex with Yongguk (FROM MY ROSE ANON!!) -Thank you babes!

Pairing: Yongguk x Reader

Word count: 1.4k

Warning: None~

Make-up sex was the best sex. It was passionate, fiery, hands were everywhere. The kisses were sloppy, tongues fighting against one another, teeth clashing.

Yongguk ran his hands up your sides, moving them around your back. He smiles into your kiss, fingers unhooking the bra. You step away from him, pulling your shirt over your head, straightening your arms to let it fall from your form. Yongguk's lips curl into a gummy smile, his hands reaching out to pull you back into him. You hit him. Hard and he stumbles back a little, back landing against the door with a thud. "I hope that hurt," You mumble against his lips, giggling as you slowly wrap your arms around his shoulders, lips gently pressing against his again.

"I know, I know...you hate me!" He whispers, nails digging into your hips. You hiss, tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck. "Just-just let me fuck it out of you, let me make it up to you." His face dropped into the crook of your neck, "You know what they say about makeup sex." He chuckles, placing a wet, open-mouthed kiss to the base of your neck. "It is the best...." His fingers are quick and nimble as they unbutton your jeans, pulling the jeans down your legs. He sinks to his knees, having to hold back a giggle at the panties you had chosen to wear. "I got you these on Valentine's day." They were white, littered with hearts, golden arrows through them. "They're cute, you're cute. Did you wear these on purpose?" He smirks up at you, slapping your ass, the sting making you stretch on your tiptoes.

"Ouch!" You glare down at him and he wags his brows, before standing back to his feet, his eyes on yours the entire time.

"Stop your complaining!" He scolds and slaps your ass again, he spins you around and gives you a slight push toward the bed, "Now, lay down and spread those legs, I'm hungry." You turn to face him when you reach the foot of the bed and turn to face him. You fall to the bed and scoot up a few inches, eyes lowering to Yongguk's bulge in his sweats as you spread your legs, his falling to in-between your legs. "Honestly? I've missed your taste over the last two months-" He takes a step forward, slouching his shoulders- he tried to not make himself seem too eager, or excited as he took another step forward, his eyes never leaving your glistening core. He slowly ran his tongue over his bottom lip, thinking of sucking on your clit, thinking of how tight your walls were around his fingers. He takes his last step, and drops to his knees, only then do his eyes move up to your face. His hands grip your thighs, nails digging into the tender skin. He props his feet up on the mattress, exposing you to his eyes more. He took a deep whiff and slowly leaned in, sticking his tongue out, laying his tongue flat. He digs into your clit, tilting his head down, stopping his tongue at your leaking entrance.

"Hmm, Gukkie! You're teasing-" He shushes you, pushing his tongue into you tight walls, moaning at the way you accept him. You lean back on your elbows, eyes growing heavier as he curls his tongue into your g-spot. You clench around him, the balls of your feet digging into the bed. One of your hands come down and run through his black locks, tugging them a little harder than he was used to. He groans into your core, before pulling away. He slowly drags his tongue up your slit, eyes locking with yours as he dug his tongue into your clit. "Shit!" You gasp, legs closing, your knees touching. "Oh, oh, oh," You moan, thighs quivering in excitement, fingers tugging harder. "If you keep that up  I'm going to cum," You warn him, throwing your head back, letting out a long draw of his name.

Yongguk quickly pulls away giving you a knowing grin. He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, collecting your juices. He pops his thumb in your mouth, moving around it. He flicks his tongue against it, slowly pulling it out of his mouth, letting it go with a pop. "I had to stop-I didn't want you cumming too early," He stands up, looking down his nose at you.  He tugs his sweats and briefs down, kicking them to the side. He wraps his hand around his length, running his thumb over his leaking slit, eyes watching you, watch him. Your hair was frizzled and your eyes were wide, hating to have your orgasm snatched from you so fast.

"Gukkie!" He shushes you and motions for you to scoot up the bed. You do as he asks, eyes falling to his cock, your mouth watering. "I want to be on top," You whisper, rolling over to the side, walking around the bed, coming up behind him. You turn him around and push him onto the bed.  He complies with a grin, scooting back on the bed a little. You move to straddle him, hand reaching down to grab his cock. You run his tip along your slick slit, stopping at your entrance. You wink at him, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth-before sinking down on him. Yongguk's jaw locks and his eyes lull close, his hands fly to your hips, blunt nails digging into your skin. You smile at the reaction, arms hanging over his shoulders, your walls squeezing around his length, a delicate moan leaving your lips. "Fuck, I missed you!" You moan, slowly moving up and down. Yongguk can feel your juices soaking his shaft.

"Just-just let me." He forces you to stop, wrapping an arm around your waist, the other moving to cradle the back of your head. You furrow your brows at him, your mouth forming the perfect 'o' when he slams up into you. "I just need to fuck the shit out of you, I just need to feel every inch of you, I need to go at my own pace." He plants his feet on the floor, holding onto you tighter, fucking into you harder. You press your forehead against his, hands desperately scratching at his shoulders, the only thing coming out of your mouth being loud moans of his name.

"Oh, fuck, Gukkie!" You cry out, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!" He chuckles at your pleas and moves his hand from the back of your hand to reach in-between your thighs, thumb rubbing harshly against your clit. "You feel so good-pounding into my pussy-" Your voice comes out in a high whine, your thighs trapping his form between them.

"You going to cum for me princess?" You quickly nod your head, throwing it back, letting out a deep groan. "I can feel you, tightening around me, your walls almost desperate as you accept me."  He spits, quickening the pace of his thumb against your throbbing bud. "Cum for me baby, cum for Gukkie." You head falls again and you look him in the eyes as you cum around his cock, a strangled sound of his name falling from your lips. His lips curl into that infamous gummy smile as he watches you crumble above him. His smug sheet doesn't last for long before his twitching inside of you, filling you with his cum. The feeling makes you twitch,

"Did you really just cum inside of me?" He leans back on his palms, softly nodding his head,

"I'm sorry but when you look like that when you're cumming, I'm going to make a mother out of you..." You giggle, dismounting his lap.

"You know what they say about makeup sex-" You stand up from the bed, legs feeling like they had fallen asleep.

"Yeah, I do..." He watches you ass as you walk to the joint bathroom, "But do you know what I say?" He doesn't wait for an answer, instead he gets up following you into the bathroom. "There's always more than one round." He smirks, shutting the bathroom door.