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CLEANERS.

ENJIN loves doggy style

he loves watching the way your back flexes, bonus points if you have any tattoos of sorts. but his ultimate favorite part of it is when his chest is against your back, he can feel everything, your heartbeat, your spine, and your ribs. it feels extremely intimate, like this is truly the closest you can be with someone.

his arms drape over yours, intertwining your fingers with his as his hips move in slow, gentle movements. he can feel your breathing pattern, feeling the way your breath hitches as he hits that sweet spot inside you. your face is buried into the pillow, enjin's fingers running over your own as he whispers praises into your ear.

“you're so fuckin' gorgeous, you know that? I feel like the luckiest man on the Ground when I'm with you.” his lips hover over your skin, kissing your shoulders, your back, the nape of your neck. it's nights like these, where you truly never want it to end.

ZANKA's favorite is cowgirl

watching the way you grind against him, his hands cuffed to the headboard, he's so desperate to touch you, to feel your skin against his as the squelching noise connecting you two floods his mind.

his upper teeth bite down on to his bottom lip, a feeble attempt to silence his noises. enjin is in the room next to him, and he can't be hearing how you make him beg so prettily. your hand reaches up to cup zanka's cheek, wiping the tears that stained his skin.

“can i— can i touch you? please?” he tugs on the cuffs, gaze turning to watch the way you swallow him up with each bounce of your hips, a whimper squeaking from his throat. “i've been s' good, been a good boy, wanna touch you so bad...” he sobs, shaking his head as you increase in pace. he's trying so hard to keep his noises down, but it's nearly impossible, you're squeezing him too fucking good.

“m' gonna— gonna come! oh my god! oh m' god!” zanka throws his head back, hips stuttering up as he releases inside you, going cross-eyed and hiccuping as he slowly comes down from his orgasm.

TAMSY adores any sort of standing position.

he loves how flexible you are, your knee over his shoulder, your other leg keeping you standing up. warm water runs down the both of you, the splashing keeping tamsy's moans hidden. his hand grips your knee, the other holding your hip to keep his own self steady.

beige hair sticks to his forehead, his body leaning in to press his lips against you, the position change making him hit against your g-spot with every thrust. “y' so good t' me, love you so much...” he mumbles against your lips, biting down on your bottom lip before pulling away and burying himself into the crook of your neck.

“m' gonna come, gonna come inside you, please!” he doesn't know what he's begging for, the pleasure going to his head as his hips stutter, sinking himself deeper into you, filling you up as his eyes roll back before he slowly calms down, allowing the warm shower water to wash over him.

BRO appreciates missionary

he loves being able to see your body, loves the way your face twists as he fucks so gently into you. it's been such a long day, taking care of trash beasts plus babysitting both dear and guita puts a toll on you.

so when bro fucks you all gentle like this, you know it's gonna escalate soon enough. your legs are holstered up on to bro's shoulders, his hands gripping your thighs firmly as his pace increases. fuck, it feels like heaven, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each slap of his hips against your own.

it's not long now before the need to come overwhelms you, one hand desperately reaching out before bro grabs it, his thumb rubbing against your palm as he spills right into your womb.

CORVUS loves any angle that shows your face

whether it's you on top of him, underneath, corvus appreciates all the angles that he can see your face from. but his most favorite is you between his legs, his cock in your mouth as your eyes never leave his.

he's impossible to take fully, so you have to jerk off whatever is unable to fit into your mouth. his hands are gentle, one grabbing the back of your head while the other cups your cheek. fuck, you're so fucking wet it's impossible to keep your noises down. but when he needs to, corvus can get a little rough on accident.

as his orgasm nears, his eyebrows furrow together, the hand on the back of your head pulling you nearly all the way down his dick, gagging on his length as he comes directly down your throat, but don't worry, he makes up for it by eating you out on his desk later.

GRIS is a simple man, who likes simple things

often you find yourself on top of gris, whether it's riding him or him eating you out like a man starved, gris prefers positions where you're above him. pegging him will have him biting the pillow, while riding him has him covering his mouth so the others don't hear him.

his hands grip the sheets tightly, knuckles turning white as your strap hits that exact spot that sends shivers down his spine. his hands soon reaching for his thighs to expose himself for you more, the grip he has on your dildo is near astronomical. “m' gonna come... if you keep hitting me there...” and that's enough to motivate you. you lean forward, hand curling through his hair to push his face right into the pillow, your hips slamming against his, abusing his prostate with each thrust. “oh— oh shit, oh m' god! that's... that's it baby, that's the spot— fuuuckkkk!”

his hands mindlessly wave before gripping your hips, and one final thrust has him squirming like a bug, heavy gasps escaping him as he comes all over the sheets. “so fuckin good baby...” you lean down, wiping the drool that ran down his chin.

AUGUST really loves having you in a mating press

it's his favorite because he loves how close the both of you are. his lips pepper kisses all over your jaw—hips pressing against your own as your feet are locked around his neck. august may be loud and proud outside the bedroom, but inside? he's nothing but a softie.

his hands run up and down your sides, like he's assessing every detail of your body. his fingers trail the scars that littered your skin, memorizing how each one was deeper than the last. he slowly pulls away from your neck, face hovering above yours as his hair becomes a makeshift curtain between the two of you.

“yer' goddamn gorgeous baby, you know that right?” you giggle, but it's quickly replaced into a soft moan, your fingers coming up to curl into august's hair as his hips gently brush against yours. “august...” your voice interrupts the silence, snapping august out of his daydream. you don't need to say anymore, it's like he knows you already, he practically knows you like the back of his hand.

FOLLO prefers positions with you in charge

a line of drool leaks from his lips as his hands attempt to grip at nothing. you've been fucking him for god knows how long, having him stuck in a full nelson, a mirror set in front of him to make him watch you fuck him stupid.

“please—please... need more... want more...” he mindlessly babbles, gaze turning to the mirror to watch your cock slam into him at full force. god he's so fucking dizzy. cock leaking and still sensitive from his earlier orgasms. “slow...” follo tries to speak, but it comes out as nothing more than a desperate whine, his fingers digging into his thighs to keep himself spread open.

“you treat me... s' good, love you so much.” follo whines, his toes curling as you slam against his prostate. “wanna come f' you, lemme... come..." with a loud whine, follo arches his back up, hips stuttering as his cum spurts on to the floor, painting the floor white before slumping back against your chest.

RAIDERS.

JABBER loves EVERYTHING.

he absolutely loves when you manhandle him, but his favorite is when he's on top of you, your tongue plunging right into his hole.

“shit mamas— fuck! so warm inside me...” he giggles, hips grinding against your mouth as his fingers grip your hair, pulling you in closer. his cock twitches between his legs, pre-cum dripping between your cheek and the bed beneath you. “fuckin' me so good, gimmie more.” jabber throws his head back, legs shaking as he struggles to keep himself up.

“fuck meeee... can I touch myself? please?” at your nod of approval, jabber is immediate to grab his cock, jerking off in time with the thrusts of your tongue. “y' make me feel so good, i'd kill to feel this every damn day.”

it's not long before jabber begins to get desperate, his orgasm closing in by the second, mankira cold against his heated skin before his hips buck up, spilling on to both the floor and your face.

FU doesn't have any favorites, he likes what you like

so when you fold him into an amazon, he's left a whimpering mess. you're so very mean, your hands gripping fu's ankles to give yourself a better angle, plunging yourself on to him with each bounce of your hips.

“s—stop! my legs can't bend... that far...” his hands desperately grab at anything, before landing on the sheets beneath him, gripping so hard that his poor knuckles turn white. “shut up.” and shut up he does, only little whimpers and gasps leaving him.

“I... I feel weird, ah— don't stop...!” fu throws his head back, hands lifting to grab your thighs as he stills himself, eyes lidded and breathing uneven.

BUNDUS loves spooning

he's a bit too big to really do anything, so having you cupped against his chest, one hand keeping your leg up as the other fondles your tits, it's like heaven to him.

“goddamn baby, dunno how much longer I can keep up.” his thick accent interrupts your thoughts, hips stuttering as he plunges straight into you, drinking in the soft groans that left his lips.

the hand on your thigh slowly snakes down to your stomach, feeling himself inside you. it's near enough to bring him over the edge. “I love ya' so much, y'know that sweetheart?” his voice cracks, craving you more and more before his hips thrust up one last time, coating your insides white with a loud moan.

ZODYL is into anything you're into

but his absolute favorite is cowgirl, he loves watching you straddle him, your hands grabbing his wrists to pin him to the mattress, your hair covering the both of you. he's not exactly loud either, soft wheezes and a few small groans, but he prefers to hear your voice over his, although if you ask, he'll be louder.

zodyl grunts as you slowly grind against him, dark grey streaks of hair against his forehead. you've been going at it for what feels like forever, zodyl's cock an oversensitive mess. he refuses to make eye contact, instead settling on the way you rubbed against his cock, not fully inside him, but simply rutting your cunt against him.

feels like hell, he wants to come, wants to pull away at the same time. his breathing's heavy, and he finally courages to look up at you, that confident smirk you wear makes him twitch, pre oozing out his slit. “my poor zodie... you wanna come?”

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Because what else could it have been? He loved you, but he did not love you more than he cared for his reputation. Sacrificing his probably greatest love for a comfortable love.

He didn't have the heart to say that he regretted it since San was still his partner, but there would always be a tiny part of him that looked at San and wondered what would have happened if he had picked you. If he had not ruined everything, even your friendship.

"You are spiraling," the voice of his partner said as a finger poked between his crunched eyebrows. Wooyoung sighed, opening his eyes and looking at San from where he laid on the bed.

San put his hands on his hips and tilted his head in question, "Is there anything that would make you feel better? We're supposed to be on vacation."

Wooyoung let guilt permeate his veins. San was right here, and they were on a couple's vacation to the city. Wooyoung had told San that he wanted to explore and take pictures, and San surprised him with a fully planned week in an Airbnb apartment.

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung said, smiling wearily at his partner, "Maybe I should do some grocery shopping to clear my head."

San smiled, "Okay. Do you know what you want to make for dinner tonight?"

Wooyoung distracted himself, if at least for a moment, by reciting the groceries he needed to make dinner out loud to San while San wrote it down. Wooyoung could have typed it into his phone, but this was more fun.

"Do you want me to come with you?" San asked, and Wooyoung waved him off, "No, I'm okay. I just need to clear my head. I'll be back."

The grocery store wasn't far, just about a block and a half away. The air was cool, but not enough that he could see his breath. He actually would have preferred to celebrate the holidays in the city as opposed to this spontaneous weekend, but he was still excited for the rest of the week.

When he stepped into the grocery store, it wasn't that crowded, to his surprise. A worker greeted him, and he returned it, making his way through the aisles. The sound of a little girl laughing, her footsteps indicating that she was running made Wooyoung smile.

Daughters.

He bit his lip again. He wanted kids with San, sure, but not at the risk of them being daughters. Daughters were for you. He couldn't think of daughters without imagining their shining eyes and bright smiles being identical to yours.

Kids wouldn't happen any time soon.

He had been especially melancholy these days. He didn't know why. Something in him told him to be alert, his hairs standing on end for no apparent reason. It had gotten especially bad since coming to the city.

He let out a sigh, going into the next aisle to grab ramen when he suddenly froze. There was a voice. It kind of sounded like yours. He was surely mistaken, though. He'd been thinking about you so much that he was now hallucinating, he would have concluded...

...if you had not been standing right there.

You had a shopping basket hanging in the crook of your elbow as you looked at the ramen packages. He noticed the ones already in the basket, your favorite brand. His heart clenched to know that it hadn't changed.

But you. You had changed.

You were glowing. Happy. It was radiating off of you in waves like it never had before, not even while you were with him. What had changed in your life for you it to manifest physically on you like this?

He didn't realize he was staring until he heard your gasp. He refocused his eyes to find that you were looking right back at him, frozen just as he was.

You don't know how long you stood there, looking at the ghost from your past look at you like he saw a ghost. You didn't know whether to pretend you didn't know him, although that would be hard considering the eye contact you were maintaining right now, or say hello. He was a part of your past, a dark part. Even though you were over it, moved on from him for a long time now, the ugliest memories in your mind still came forth, making old wrong feelings resurface.

Wooyoung would never let you think it, but you did anyway. I wasn't worth it to you.

"Y/n!" he suddenly said, shaking and breathy, a pacifying smile on his face. You didn't move as he approached you tentatively. He wanted to be civil. He didn't deserve to be anything more or less than that.

You still didn't say anything, but he didn't let how much that bothered him show on his face, "It's- it's been a long time... how are you...?"

Your irises shook as you figured out what you wanted to say to him. You'd thought about it for so long, countless nights, before and after Seonghwa, thinking about everything you'd spit at him about how he had betrayed you, all the things you were too emotional to say that final night.

But you found that you were just as emotional now, unable to string the words you wanted to say together.

Wooyoung tried hard not to frown as he said again, "You look happy."

That prompted you to say something, giving way for a smile on your face that took Wooyoung's breath away. "I am...so happy." You would never pass up the opportunity to tell someone how grateful you were for the life you lived.

"That's good," Wooyoung said, his own happy facade wavering. "Um, your favorite ramen is the same."

"Oh. Yeah," you mumbled, looking down at your basket. This interaction was awkward. Once upon a time you never could have imagined this kind of tension with Wooyoung. It was awful and you both hated it, but while Wooyoung wanted the atmosphere to improve, you wanted to avoid it entirely.

You could see that he was trying to reconcile, but you didn't want to reconcile. He could see that, too, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

"I- Can I just tell you how sorry I am-?" "We're in the middle of a grocery store," you cut him off, "I hardly think this is the place where we should put aside our differences and become friends again, not that that was an option in the first place."

Wooyoung's heart sank, "Y/n-" You cut him off with a sigh, rubbing your temples with your middle fingers making Wooyoung feel pathetic. "I don't want to be angry or rude," you said softly, "But I don't think I can be anything else to you."

"I know," he was quick to say, "And you have every right to." "I don't need you to tell me that."

You were short with him, and that made him want to cry.

"Y/n, please," he whispered, "I love you."

"You don't get to say that to me," you chuckled helplessly in disbelief at what you were hearing.

"I never stopped," he tried to convince you, his hand grabbing the fabric of his shirt right above where his heart was beating so hard he thought he had some kind of arrhythmia, "I was wrong, I know, but you have to see where I was coming from back then."

"I do see that," You said, lips pressed into a thin like as you looked at him with no remorse, "But ruining my entire life didn't have to be a part of that."

"I was scared," He whispered ashamed, "You know I was scared."

"You didn't ever tell me that," you replied bluntly, "You were the one who played around too much and got us caught, yet I was the one blamed. Blamed for something that you used to reassure me over and over again wasn't wrong."

Sparks flew in a dangerous way, akin to lightning, between the two of you: two heartbroken people broken by the same person. Wooyoung broke your heart and his along with it. This was all his fault and he knew it.

"You know Yuna ended up with one of the other dance teachers in the school," he said, trying to make conversation, "An omega. They're getting married in-"

"Why did you think that would make me feel better?" You asked him, genuinely baffled at his gall. He gulped, "Our town is progressing... you... I'm sure if you came back you'd be welcomed with open arms."

You shook your head, a helpless smile coming to your face, "I'm happy here."

"Come on, y/n, please-" "What happened to San?" you suddenly asked. He stilled and let guilt eat him again. You got your answer, disappointment etched across your face.

"He knows that I love you," Wooyoung tried to defend, though San didn't know that he still loved you and thought about you and wished he was with you-

"What do you want me to do?" you asked, exasperated. "Forgive me!" he said desperately, "Forgive me and come back."

"Wooyoung," You scoffed, your chest welling up with emotion, "You- I was a dirty little secret to you. You never loved me proudly while I would have- I would have fought everyone who spoke ill of you just for loving me, but you ruined not only what we had, but my life. I lost my job, my parents..."

Wooyoung did realize the gravity of his accusations against you after you had moved out, whispers of you being wrong continuing even after you left. At the time, even though he felt guilty, it still relieved him to know that he avoided being talked about like that, only to realize that it wasn't the fact that you liked omegas that they thought was wrong. It was the fact that they thought you'd forced yourself on him. When in reality, you could consider it the other way around.

He'd went to your parents to try and clear your name, at least to them. They told him that he didn't have to defend his abuser, and he yelled at them that you were nothing of the sort. They only looked at him with pity. "Whatever the case may be, it was embarrassing for us to tell people she couldn't keep an alpha, and it was worse when everyone found out that she liked omegas. Really, it's better for everyone that she's gone. Even her."

Your father's words had been so callous, Wooyoung wondered what he must have said to you, when this was supposed to be considered him being polite. His heart continually ached for you.

But he persisted, even though he didn't deserve to. "I was wrong!" he pleaded, "But I- I can be better now-"

"I don't want that," you whispered, eyes closed as you attempted to control the wobble of your lower lip, "I don't need you to be better now, not when it's easier for you. I needed you when times were hard. I needed you to be proud to love me and stand in the face of everyone who tried to hurt us. But you hurt me instead. Instead of being proud to love me, you were ashamed of me. You lied when you told me you didn't think it was wrong, and you proved that when you threw it away for what was easy."

Wooyoung finally let the tears spill, and you let one out, too, the emotion in your voice raising into your throat, "I needed you to love me proudly. Now, I have-"

The giggles Wooyoung had heard earlier were suddenly right next to him as a toddler pushed passed him, barreling into your legs.

"Hwayoung!" a man with beautiful hair and a sharp nose, scolded the child, "You can't do that!" He grabbed her by the sides of her jacket, pulling her toward him as she protested, and Wooyoung smiled at the man politely. "Beautiful kid."

"Thank you." But the man didn't say it.

Wooyoung's head turned to you as his neck was a rusted door hinge. You said it. It took him a minute to process why you said thank you, before he looked at the man, again: Seonghwa, who was now looking between you and him, confused.

Wooyoung took the man in. He was much taller, his features sharp, but yet delicate, his hands cradling his child against his chest. Beautiful. He was beautiful, and he was yours.

And he was an omega.

And this was your-

"This is my daughter," you said, fondness dripping from your voice despite the situation as you addressed your child that had clearly become the new elephant in the room, "Hwayoung."

Daughter. Daughters. Your daughter.

Daughters. Daughters. Daughters.

It rang in his head like an incurable tinnitus as he eyes were blown wide, looking at your beautiful little girl again.

You did have daughters. Just not with me.

He took a deep breath, and you realized the extend of Wooyoung's shock at this new revelation.

You put a hand on Seonghwa's arm, "Can you do the rest of the shopping? I'll be right with you."

"Of course," he said quietly, looking warily at Wooyoung who was still in a concerning state of shock, "Did you get the ramen?"

"I got mine, and yours-" The one she had been holding in her hand had been for Seonghwa. Wooyoung didn't notice that it had been different from what was already in the basket. Wooyoung's heart clenched further.

"I didn't get Hwayoung's, though. I'll find it and bring it to you when I'm done here."

When you're done here. Wooyoung was now a temporary fixture in your life. Worse than temporary. Fleeting. Ephemeral. Unimportant.

"Okay," he said, kissing your cheek: an unintentional but clear sign that you were his that did not fly over you or Wooyoung's heads. It made you swoon, and it made Wooyoung want to throw up.

"I confided in you... I told you that no one had ever felt right before you-" "Well was that because it was me or was it just because I'm an omega?" "It's because of you and you are an omega!" You exclaimed, "We- we talked about daughters, Wooyoung-"

"Y/n- that was never going to happen," he said, making your stomach drop, "We're omegas, I'm- you're not- you're not an alpha. I love you, but you're not an alpha. It was never gonna-"

"I was never serious to you."

He was the one who considered you almost as a fling. Even though your hearts were intertwined as friends for longer than he could remember knowing how to walk, somehow he thought he would ever be able to let you go.

But the reality was that he was the one that was only a momentary stepping stone for you.

You had moved on, but Wooyoung could never forget you.

"Okay," Seonghwa said, eyeing Wooyoung one more time, "Don't stress out too much, okay? It's not good for the baby."

Another arrow to his heart. Was he finally dead now? Could he finally be at peace?

Of course not, and he didn't deserve to be.

Wooyoung's breath left his throat shakily and you patted Seonghwa's arm for him to leave. "Bye, uncle!" your extraverted daughter said sweetly with a wave behind Seonghwa's back, and Wooyoung could only wave back with the saddest smile you'd ever seen on him.

"Daughters," he whispered, "You had daughters... with someone else."

You looked at him pained. You weren't pained by him, but for him. It seemed that he really had been affected by your "break up" if you could even call it that, than you had assumed, but you were still angry.

"I thought we-, we talked about daughters." You let out the coldest laugh you'd ever produced. "That didn't stop you all that time ago," you spat, blood rushing to your head.

"Y/n-" "I wanted daughters with someone who'd love me proudly," you said, not caring much for your volume anymore, allowing Seonghwa to hear your conversation from wherever he was in the store. His heart broke for you. So this is Wooyoung.

"You fooled me into thinking that you would, but I wasn't fooled again," you cried, "Now I have that. I have another omega who loves me without fear."

"It can't have been that easy," Wooyoung tried to say, but you shook your head. "It's never easy, even if it's societally acceptable," you said, "But he went against everything he thought was normal, everything he was used to, just to be with me. I was more important to him."

Wooyoung shoved his teeth into his bottom lip, looking down.

"I'm sorry that you still love me," you choked, "But it was never fair to me that you only loved me behind closed doors. I- Once upon a time, I thought I was just born wrong, but it turned out that I just deserved better."

Wooyoung let out quiet sobs.

"And I found it." And it's not you, Wooyoung.

Wooyoung wiped his tears, nodding in reluctant acceptance. "Right," he sniffed.

He looked at you one more time, taking in your beautiful form. He took in all the parts of you that he didn't get to watch form. He imagined that under your shirt, there were stretch marks that was proof of your motherhood. He saw the happy weight you'd gained in your face. He saw the ever so small curve of your tummy, indicating the second child he knew you hoped was another daughter, but would be just as happy with a son.

"Congratulations," he whispered. "Thank you," you said in the same tone.

He gave one last assured nod and turned away. You watched his back until he turned into the other aisle. You didn't know that he had immediately put his shopping basket down and walked straight out of the store, struggling to contain himself until he got outside, sobs choking as he mourned.

This was the life he had wanted with you.

He loved San, but this was his dream, and he let it go. Achieving dreams were never easy. He shouldn't have expected himself to be satisfied taking the easy way out.

San could smell the reason why Wooyoung had come back so soon, breaking down further than he seemed to already have in his arms. You.

San never thought ill of you. He felt almost worse than Wooyoung knowing that he'd hurt you so terribly. You were a good partner to him once upon a time, he just knew that he wasn't what you wanted, even though you desperately tried to make him feel like you did. He appreciated that, but he knew you were putting yourself into a box that you didn't fit into. He didn't want you to hurt yourself anymore.

He didn't realize that it'd result in the box you'd ended up fitting in crushing you. And it seemed that now it was crushing Wooyoung.

"I messed up," Wooyoung blubbered, "She's in love, and she has a daughter, and she's pregnant, and she's happy."

San rubbed Wooyoung's hair comfortingly. "I already know you asked for her to take you back."

"I'm sorry," Wooyoung whimpered. San sighed, "We'll get through it, but this... we wished her the best, didn't we?"

Wooyoung nodded, heaving his breaths, "It still hurts, though. To see what I lost."

San put his hand on Wooyoung's cheek, smiling reassuringly, "Lost one thing to experience another. There's no time to regret me. Now we have all the time in the world to make a life that makes you just as happy."

I don't think I'll ever get to that point. But he would. Life moves on, and even if it hurt, he would move on, too.

Just like you did.

Seonghwa looked at you, worried as you came back to him with a pack of chicken ramen with a low spice level for your daughter, a blank look on your face.

"Are you okay, my love?" he asked, putting Hwayoung down who immediately gravitated towards her mother. You picked her up and put the ramen in Seonghwa's basket. You didn't answer.

"Amma~," Hwayoung cooed, "That uncle handsome." There were stars in her little eyes, and you couldn't help but chuckle, wiping the hair out of her face to admire her eyes that looked just like her father's.

"He is handsome, huh?" you entertained with a chuckle. "Was he your friend?" "He was," You murmured, "But not anymore."

"Aw," she said with a pout, but didn't complain, squirming out of your hold.

"If Amma puts you down and you start running again, I'm putting the sweets you wanted back on the shelf," Seonghwa threatened and she gasped, looking at you to defend her.

Your mood instantly lifted, looking at Seonghwa with faux rage as you pressed your cheek against your baby's.

"How dare you!? My princess gets all the sweets she wants!"

Seonghwa smirked at the playfulness that you both knew would get you in trouble later. You weren't supposed to disagree with Seonghwa in front of Hwayoung, but you couldn't help but tease him sometimes.

"Well, if she doesn't run away, then she does! Simple," Seonghwa said, raising a brow at his daughter.

She pouted, crossing her arms. You put her down and found that she was pouting too hard to think about running again making both you and Seonghwa chuckle. Your husband looked at you again, "I asked you a question."

"I don't know," you replied instantly. Am I feeling okay? Was that cathartic or do I regret not forgiving him?

You didn't have the patience to think about it while you were supposed to be getting groceries. "Can I give you a better answer after I go home, shower, lay in bed and see if I cry?"

Seonghwa knew the answer already, drawing you in for a hug and letting you dig your nose into the fabric of his coat. He instinctually grabbed the hood of Hwayoung's own coat as he could sense her about to dart away while he wasn't looking.

"I'm sorry," your voice was muffled. You pulled away to look at him as your arms snaked around his waist, "Look at me getting upset over an ex."

"He was your best friend," Seonghwa said, putting the basket down to cup your cheek, "Your feelings for him are much more complicated than just your ex."

"I know," you murmured, closing your eyes, "But my feelings for you transcend all of that, so I shouldn't still be feeling hurt by him. My feelings shouldn't be complicated anymore. I hate him."

"You don't hate him," Seonghwa rationalized, "You hate what he did."

"And I can't forgive him," You said tightly and he nodded, "And that's okay. You told him what you needed to. The best revenge is a life well lived."

"And I got the perfect life that I wanted," You whispered, making Seonghwa smile, his expression filled with his love for you.

"Exactly," he returned, giving you a light kiss on the lips.

He pulled away, looking around to see if anyone had noticed your PDA, but it seemed as though you two had gone undetected.

You grinned, "Are you embarrassed by me?" It was a tease, but his eyes widened as you playfully accused him of the very thing you had angrily accused Wooyoung of only moments prior.

"Of course not-!" "I know," you reassured, rubbing your nose against his, "I know you don't like PDA, but I love when people see us."

You pressed your lips to his earlobe as you whispered, "When they see me love on you."

"Okay, that's enough," he said with a satisfied grin, "At this rate we're going to make you double pregnant in the dairy section."

You giggled, looking back down at Hwayoung. "You can let her go, if you grab the rest of the stuff, I'll keep an eye on her."

"Do you think we can get Yeosang or Jongho to watch the baby tonight?" Seonghwa asked, eyes glinting with mischief, but you shook your head, "Jongho's studying for his final exams, and Yeosang has a date. Hongjoong?"

"Hongjoong would fall asleep with the stove on," Seonghwa scoffed, "I am never leaving our baby in a room alone with him. Supervised only."

You laughed, pushing him back slightly, "Then whatever you're planning in your head to distract me isn't exactly going to work then is it?"

"Maybe," he sighed, pouting the same way his daughter was. You kissed his lips one more time before slapping his hand away from Hwayoung's hood, releasing your little puppy back into the store. Seonghwa sighed, watching after her as you reassured him you had her under control, and you took off after her.

She had just gone back to the ramen section, staring in awe at all the colorful packages.

"I want that," she said, pointing at a red packet of 2x Spicy Buldak Ramen. You chuckled, "That's too spicy. I got your favorite one, Hwayoungie, when you're big and like spicy food then I'll get you that one."

Hwayoung pouted again and looked at you, "But you'll but two eggs on my ramen today, right?"

You smiled down at her, ruffling her hair that was done up in two pigtails, curtesy of your darling husband, "Of course~ but appa might get jealous."

"You have to give him three eggs!" You chuckled, holding out two of your fingers to hold as you walked with her through some other aisles, pointing at colorful foods and objects to distract her from how long she had to wait for Seonghwa to finish grabbing what was left on the shopping list.

Turns out it wasn't long; Seonghwa had gotten everything and come to find you to leave before you knew it.

You took some bags from him to take to the car while Hwayoung motioned for him to lean down so she could tell him a secret. "I told amma to give you three eggs!"

Seonghwa gasped, eyes shining, "Really!? Thank you, Hwayoungie!"

She giggled.

At the house, Seonghwa took the liberty of putting all the groceries away while you off Hwayoung's coat and left her to her toys so you could get started on the Ramen.

Seonghwa deliberately brushed past you every time he passed by in order to tease you even though you both knew he had enough room.

When he was done with the groceries, he went to the bedroom to chance, coming back to take over the ramen so that you could do the same.

"It doesn't need that much attention, my love, it's just ramen," he chuckled, kissing your cheek and patting your butt as he dismissed you.

You passed by your calendar on the way to the bedroom when something caught your eye. You gaped. Time had escaped you, and you were surprised Seonghwa hadn't seen it.

"Seonghwa!" you called. "Yeah?" "I think we forgot something!"

Seonghwa turned off the stove before he even got to fry any eggs to come to you, paying attention to whatever it was you were looking at. He, too, gaped.

"How did I forget," he murmured, blush coating his cheeks. "I guess we're going to have to ask someone to watch her for the next week," you chuckled, your hand instinctually reaching underneath your husband's loose pajama shirt to touch the skin of his abdomen, making him shiver in delight.

You smiled at him, "You didn't feel the pre-heat?" Seonghwa chewed on his bottom lip, a little nervous, "No..."

That meant this heat was going to come hard. "I cant even make the baby, why do I have go through heat," Seonghwa whined and you laughed, going back into the bedroom, "At least we don't have to worry about two simultaneous heat cycles until this one is born." You patted your swollen tummy making Seonghwa warm up with love.

"Yeah because not working two weeks out of the month because we have to take care of each other isn't exactly the most practical thing," he sighed, "I wish we'd just sync up already. Like that last time."

Your heats didn't often coincide, but when they did... You shivered at the memory.

"After dinner, I'll call amma," you said, referring to Seonghwa's mother who had become like your own after welcoming you as her son's omega, despite what she knew was normal.

Seonghwa's omega. And Seonghwa was your omega.

It always made you giddy to think about.

"Call her now," Seonghwa mumbled, attaching himself to your back to suck on your neck. He wasn't in heat yet, but all that talk of it had him a little antsy.

He helped you change into house clothes before going back to the kitchen. "Say goodbye to Hwayoung," you whispered, "Because you won't be seeing her until you get me double pregnant in the dairy section."

"Stop it," he laughed, before doing as told. He played with your daughter until the ramen was ready. You'd called your mother-in-law while you fried the eggs, and she agreed to come pick up Hwayoung after she fell asleep.

Hwayoung hated leaving her father, so even sleepovers with her halmoni were like covert transport operations.

You put the ramen bowls with their respectful fried eggs and toppings your lover and daughter's liking before putting on a movie. Hwayoung's eyes were glued to the screen, her mouth being prompted to open every so often as Seonghwa fed her some noodles, cooing at her cute little slurping sounds.

She'd eaten fast, not having finished the ramen, of course, as she was only three years old and the portion was too big for her. You grinned at Seonghwa as he, ever the eater, finished it for her.

You yawned, rubbing your eyes while Seonghwa gathered Hwayoung into his arms. "Go to bed. I'll situate her and wait for my mother then join you."

You nodded, getting up with him, kissing him on the cheek as you grabbed the bowls to just put them in the sink before heading to bed.

You wished you could say bye to Hwayoung, but you couldn't give her any indication that she'd be spending the night anywhere other than home if you were going to get her to go to grandma's house, so you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, you felt your husband's bare chest, sweaty against the thin fabric on the back of your shirt.

"Already," you chuckled, turning around to look at him. Your hands tingled as you put your hands on his warm chest. He was still sleeping, which was good. You didn't have to take care of him until his body started writhing with the desperation to release.

But did you want to wait until that point? What's the harm in relieving him a little early?

You looked at his peaceful face. Well, I guess the harm would be in how little sleep he's going to get in the next few days. Might as well let him rest now.

You sighed, impatient. You could try getting yourself off, but you weren't in heat, so you weren't insatiable. You had to save your libido for him. You forced yourself to go back to sleep.

You were happily surprised when you regained consciousness.

The familiar feeling of a gentle touch between your thighs had you sighing out in satisfaction, even before being touched properly.

Normally, Seonghwa would speak to you gently, "You woke up? My sweet baby?" But right now, he had a one-track mind.

It wasn't his hands that glided along your skin beneath the blanket, it was his nose.

You felt him breath you in through your panties that you'd worn knowing that he'd wake you up like this.

You heard him groan at the smell of you from beneath the sheets and laughed, pushing them down a little to see his tuft of hair peaking out.

You small small sounds as he indulged himself in your pussy, trying hard not to get worked up too quickly. This was for him. You'd last for as long as he needed it. You saw his head move with the action of him licking you through the fabric and closed your eyes in content.

He discarded your underwear pretty quickly, his tongue making direct contact with your clit as you clenched around nothing.

Your arms raised against the pillows on the bed, reveling in the feeling of your husband tasting you for his own pleasure.

He wasn't satiated until your body reached its peak from the consistent movement of his mouth on your slit, your body shaking gently from the orgasm that had built up over who knows how long at that point.

He breathed, satisfied as he kissed up your stomach, tasting the light sheen of sweat that had resulted in your body warming up with desire. He pushed your shirt up until your breasts were released, moving up to admire them for a moment.

Yes, he was in a sex-needy haze, but he was also needy to breed you. His brain only told him he wanted more offspring, and the sight of your tits which would soon be filled with milk to feed them riled him up to no end.

He licked one of your nipples before taking it in his mouth. He would take his time before his body forced him to fuck the life out of you. Even though you were trying to be calm, he wanted you to enjoy it too. To him, his heat wasn't just for him, but for you as well. A period of time where you'd get to enjoy him insatiably touching you, the same way you were with him during your heat.

You wrapping your hands around his head loosely as he gave attention to your chest.

"I can't wait for them to be filled again," he murmured against your skin, "For them... but for me, too."

You smiled down at him, your body heating up further. An omega's favorite activity. Well, at least yours. Feeling your omega feed from you the milk your body made for his children was a visceral experience. You couldn't explain it. The vulnerability that came with both feeding and being fed. It was a uniquely omega relationship experience.

After the first time he'd experienced it, Seonghwa realized why alphas were just not an option for you. He couldn't imagine anything he loved more than this, than you.

He leaned up to kiss you softly, pouring every beautiful feeling that you'd created in him into your lips.

You moaned, feeling his covered hips instinctually roll against you at a slow pace.

"Are you sure you're in heat?" you mumbled against his lips, teasing.

It was obvious he was. He was sweating head to toe and barely speaking. He was usually so vocal with you, telling you how much he loved you, needed you, etc.

Seonghwa didn't answer, kissing down from your lips to your neck. Your back arched wantonly as his presence consumed you. This was love.

"Stop teasing," you breathed, "Please." He didn't object, pulling down his sleep pants just enough to release his member that hit your pelvis as he released it making you bite your lip.

You sucked a deep breath in when he entered you. He couldn't hold himself up, chest collapsing on top of yours as your arms tightened around his head and his wrapped around arching waist.

Once he was in you, he lost himself, rutting into you desperately, mercilessly. Your bodies were pressed so close together that you couldn't tell where he started and you ended. Your breathy whines spurred him on, his own whimpers continuously leaving him.

"Come Seonghwa, my love. My perfect omega," you breathed urgently. "I love you," he grunted out tightly, "Pretty, pretty girl."

His words were a little jumbled, indicating his mental state. He needed to come, so you rolled your hips as much as you could manage along with him.

He propped himself up just slightly in order to be able to make a little more movement that greatly helped as you could sense him about to release.

You pulled him up to your face for a kiss and he moaned, that would have sounded painful if not for the context, right into your mouth as you licked into his.

His lips came to a slow stop, but he didn't pull out, collapsing once again as he breathed heavily.

You giggled, running your hands through his hair, "This isn't how your heat starts."

"It hasn't started fully yet, it's still pre-heat," he murmured, kissing your chest where he laid, "It was still for me, but... I just felt like being gentle with you."

You pulled his face up so that his chin was leaning on your chest to look at you as you gave him a questioning gaze, "Why? There's no need for that during your heat. It's all about you."

"Just 'cause of yesterday," he said, a little shy.

You wracked your brain for what happened yesterday before the lightbulb went off in your head. "Oh. Wooyoung."

"Yeah," he murmured, moving up to lay his head to look at you from the side, half his body still covering yours. You rubbed his side as you looked at the ceiling thoughtfully, a smile on your face.

"Huh... I totally forgot about it."

You looked at Seonghwa with a glittering smile on your face prompting Seonghwa to return it. You were so happy. Wooyoung was the last thing on your mind, and nothing he said could sway you. He had no power over you anymore.

"You seemed so distraught yesterday, though," he said. I shook my head, "I think it was just because it was so sudden, but I haven't been thinking about...anything he said. Not from before, not yesterday... I haven't even been fantasizing about putting him in his place... since, you know, I already did it yesterday."

Seonghwa breathed in relief, happy that this part of you that he knew affected you so horribly had come to a closure. "Well," he joked, "You can fantasize about and act on putting me in my place any day."

You chuckled at him, pressing one more kiss to his lips.

You wished the best for Wooyoung. And if he had really wished the best for you, then you would thank him and hope that your well wishes would do the same for him.

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Jisung:

“You don’t fucking get it Y/N!” Jisung exclaimed for the umpteenth time since you both had walked through the door. “What is there to get? All this could have been avoided if you would have just told me it was supposed to be boys night. I feel bad for ruining that for you guys especially since I wasn’t informed. You didn’t have to have an attitude all night you could have asked me to leave” you retort as you pull your heels off. “Do you really think I could have said Oh you’re not welcome to come? You would have lost your shit and gotten all clingy and annoying like you always fucking do and it’s ridiculous how much you cling to me!” His words spew like venom, you stare at him in utter shock. “Fine I’m sorry I imposed myself on your night with your friends. It won’t happen again can we please not do this right now Ji. It’s stupid we love each other and we shouldn’t be fighting over something that’s not even important” you plead grabbing at his wrist softly, placing your cheek on his shoulder. A habit you’ve become accustomed to since this was a great calming technique when it came to your boyfriend. Typically you’d both sit silently with your head on his shoulder as you both just caught your breath and actually communicated; which is why you were so surprised when you felt him shove you roughly off him. “Don’t fucking touch me seriously can you be any more annoying tonight?!” He growls.

Struggling to catch yourself, you hit your side on the corner of the counter a sharp gasp is released from your throat as your had instinctively caressed the area. “Ow!” You cry, you stare at him in shock “what the hell is wrong with you?” Hurt is laced in your angry tone. His eyes are wide with surprise and guilt. “My love I didn’t realize—I’m so sorry” he apologized profusely, his hand caressing the small of your back making you flinch. A whimper is released from his throat “Im seriously so sorry baby I don’t know why I—just don’t touch me please just leave me alone” you cut him off moving away from him slightly. You see the reality setting in on his face as tears form in his eyes. “I really didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry” he gasps out “please don’t make me leave I-I can fix this..” his pleas fall on deaf ears as you gesture him to leave. His hands wrap around your wrists and he holds them to his chest. “Jisung seriously, let me go and leave I don’t want you here.” You snap, knowing your words were quite harsh yet you didn’t care. You didn’t care that he looked like his entire world was crumbling around him. You didn’t care that he was sorry. if him pushing you was the only reason you were doing this you would have had your resolve broken by the way he had pushed you; but his words prior also continued to ring in your head. “Babe I’m begging you please don’t make me leave. I’m sorry I hurt you I am so fucking sorry I hurt you but it won’t ever happen again I promise you that. I can fix this…I don’t want to break up please don’t break up with me.. even if you need space I can give you that I-I can…—sigh—I can be better for you okay? I didn’t mean to genuinely I didn’t mean to.” He pleads. The pain that’s radiating through your back is being less burdensome than the pain in your heart at his words. But your mind is set “please leave Jisung…” you mutter under your breath before you pull your hands from his and make your way into the bedroom locking the door behind you. You heard heavy sobs and profanities coming from your living room for a while before the sound of the front door opening reaches your ears. You hear him cry out to you one more time begging for you to call him when you’ve figured out how you feel before the door is closed behind him.

Felix:

Tears form in your eyes as you stare meekly at your hands placed in your lap at the fourth joke about the dress you chose to wear. And while you did believe it hugged your body and curves in a modest yet sexy way apparently, your boyfriend and his friends found it a lot more arousing than you had intended. With the alcohol that had flowed consistently throughout dinner had sent all inhibitions out the window with the drunk boys. You felt embarrassed as Felix laughed along with the rest of his members. You felt disgusting and objectified. A look of disgust was plastered on Chans girlfriends face as she stared at her boyfriend for his latest comment. You could feel the other girls eyes on you making your growing embarrassment worse. “I-I’m going to see you guys later, j-just text me what I owe you guys for my portion” you croak as you lift yourself from your seat, ignoring Felix’s confused pleading pout. The girls giving you a sympathetic smile telling you to text them when you got home, you give them a small wave and make your way out of the restaurant allowing the tears to flow freely. Honestly you didn’t know what you were thinking wearing something like that, you and the girls went shopping and they thought it would help you gain a little bit of confidence yet now that plan had backfired and you were a laughing stock. And with Felix just laughing along like you, his girlfriend, weren’t objectified and then to make a sexual joke about you himself had you seething and utterly destroyed. A pair of arms clumsily the smell of soju and a familiar cologne fills your nostrils. You bite your bottom lip looking away from your boyfriend. “Ughh come on babe what’s up? What’s wrong?” He whines as he tries to cuddle into you.

“You’re kidding me right?” You snap, pulling away from him “no seriously what’s your problem? Everyone was having fun and you just took things way too personal they aren’t into you like that babe” he offhandedly sighed as he pulled you closer to his frame placing wet kisses along your shoulder “but I am, so please don’t be mad I can’t help but be all over you right now you look so fucking good” he groans his arms firmly wrapping around your waist. “Felix seriously get off me!” You growl trying to pull his hands from around your waist “why are you being such a fucking bitch! “ He snaps releasing his hold on you “I’m sorry I don’t enjoy being objectified by 8 different men!” You retort. A sarcastic laugh rings through the air before Felix’s eyes are locked on you. A darkness takes over his expression “you shouldn’t have just sat there and just allowed it to happen if it was such a problem…I bet it’s what you wanted when you dressed like such a slut.” He snaps his hands wrapping around your shoulders shoving you back against the brick wall roughly.

You stare at him in shock, your mouth hung open as he got in your face his hand grabbing at your chin forcing you to look at him. “Felix you’re drunk let me go!” You argue trying to remove his aggressive hold on you. A conflicted look is planted on his face “you’re such a fucking bitch Y/N!” He exclaims “why do you have to be so fucking annoying right now all I wanted was to have fun with my friends and you had to go and ruin my fucking night! Honestly don’t dress like a whore if you don’t want to be treated like one.” His expression still wearing that unfamiliar darkness which makes your stomach turn. You’ve never seen this side of him, and now that you have you were absolutely terrified. “I never told you to leave you could have had fun with them Lix it would have been fine I just felt uncomfortable so I left I never asked you to leave with me you chose that. And you can chose to go back because I don’t want to be around you” you mutter your eyes drifting to the ground. “Fucking pathetic bitch..” he states under his breath “fine whatever then, bye” his tone is full of sarcasm and anger. You nod softly as you go to make your way around Felix. “Don’t expect me to call your prude ass later though…” he quips. You stare at him with disgust “don’t worry I won’t. Honestly you should expect to get a call or text from me tomorrow when all your shit is packed and on my porch” you growl, shoving him back before ripping the necklace he got you off and tossing it at him. His expression drops, “c-come on, your kidding right?” Panic fills his tone. You shake your head as you walk away from him. “Y-Y/N, wait come on let’s just talk about this..” he begs his hand reaching out to grab you. “No Felix we’re done. There’s nothing else to talk about you can go fuck yourself. Tonight told me what kind of guys you and your friends are and honestly it’s absolutely fucking disgusting. I don’t want to see you again I genuinely hate you especially since you wanted to call me a whore and put your hands on me I’m done with you I don’t ever want to see you again so don’t bother coming to see me when you sober up. Don’t call don’t text I just don’t exist to you anymore; I hope you understand this now because I won’t be entertaining this conversation again” you state stoically before walking away.

Seungmin:

“You had no right!” Seungmin shouted as he stormed into your practice room. Your eyebrows raise in amusement “what do I have no right to do?” You challenge placing your hands on your hips defiantly. A bored expression placed on your face. His jaw clenches as he releases a heavy sigh “Why’d you do that to Soohee?” You roll your eyes “oh my god! What the hell did she tell you? I literally told her to either actually learn the choreography or at least pretend better! Is there something wrong with me as a trainee about to debut scolding my lacking member; who already doesn’t put much effort in because she’s your friend?” You argue. “Min I’m not doing this with you right now as you know I’m busy right now and I’ll apologize to Soohee when she comes back okay? I have to figure this choreography out right now because the choreographer just changed it again because of Soohee. Why don’t you tell your friend to take this more seriously since JYP is ready to shelf us already since we can’t seem to get it together because Soohee won’t put any effort in.” Your steady your breathing as you make your way back over to your phone to run through your dance again. Suddenly, you feel a sharp grasp on your arm forcing you back toward your boyfriend. “You need to leave her alone Y/N! I get your jealousy but she is trying she is putting in effort—just because you’re fucking her and you think no one knows doesn’t mean you need to defend her every time she genuinely does something wrong. She’s my group member that’s why I’ve just left things alone but honestly I don’t even care if I debut anymore because I can’t be in a group with her anymore and I honestly can’t deal with you anymore.” You cut him off forcing his hand off you.

“Why do you have to act like a fucking child?! I’m not cheating on you Y/N I haven’t done anything with Soohee.” He snaps “I don’t care anymore Seungmin that’s the thing you’ve made it clear that in your eyes Soohee is absolutely gold and will always be right. I’m done being second choice to my boyfriends friend. Someone who, mind you, let me know that you guys are indeed sleeping together and also earlier today showed me pictures of you two in bed together! So I don’t care how you feel about Soohee nor do I care about how you feel about me anymore” you state boldly. You can see the conflict in Seungmin’s eyes, you can see that he believes you but he doesn’t want to. He wants to continue to hold his childhood friend in high regard but he knew you were serious. “She’s lying, those pictures are really old before I met you. Nothing happened between us even then I promise you that! I can’t lose you over this please I believe you.. I’ll talk to Soohee and things can get figured out.” He begged his hands grasping at yours trying to pull you into him. Your eyes refusing to meet his, in his panic his hands encase your face “please look at me! I can fix this” he pleas. “No honestly Seungmin just leave” you counter. His eyebrows scrunch together as he throws his phone in your direction “Fuck!” you feel it whip past your head smacking against the mirror behind you. Both of your eyes widen in shock within seconds Seungmin’s arms are around you “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to do that—please get out” you cut him off “w-what no please I’m really sorry” he drops to his knees “GET OUT!!” You scream his eyes watering locked on you with a pleading expression as he shakes his head “no please don’t make me leave I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to I wasn’t looking I wasn’t thinking please I’m sorry” you scoff as you pull yourself from his grasp “I don’t want to see you again” you explain as you walk out of the door.

Jeongin:

“Why are you such a fucking slut?!” Jeongin exclaims. “Jeongin! Thats literally an over exaggeration. I went to lunch with my coworker I wasn’t on a date with him it was literally everyone in my department!” You explain your anger growing in your stomach as your boyfriend continued his tirade. “You’ve been fucking him for months behind my back haven’t you?!” He shouts his hand grabbing at the lamp on the end table and throwing it toward you. The loud crash behind you making you recoil in fear. “No it’s seriously not like that! I haven’t done anything wrong!” You argue with your hands over your ears. You see him lifting the picture of you two from your first anniversary before he threw it at your feet the glass crashing and cracking as it made contact with the ground “you’re a fucking whore! And you say you didn’t do anything wrong? Is fucking your coworker not wrong in your eyes?!” He storms over to you his hand grabbing at your hair pulling your face toward his “you wanna rethink what you just fucking said?” He challenges. Fear flowed through your veins, he was going to hurt you. He was going to seriously hurt you…and you were absolutely terrified. He’s never acted like this before. “Please I’m sorry I’ll leave I won’t bother you again if that’s what you believe but I want to go home I’m scared please let me go home” you pleaded through your sobs. “Fuck!” He growls as he throws you back your head hitting the wall before you land on the broken remnants of the lamps. You can feel the cuts forming on your hands but all you could think was this was your chance. And you dash toward the door. Your legs carrying you at a record breaking speed.

It’s dark. The kind of dark that isn’t just seen but felt. The kind of dark that seeps into your skin, wraps its cold fingers around your veins and travels through your veins. The kind of dark that makes a home of the deepest corners within you and steals the warmth from your soul. The kind of dark that hardens your heart and refuses to let go.

It’s dark and you don’t know if you can find the light again.

You’re the last to leave. Again. It doesn’t surprise anyone anymore. You’ve been leaving later and later with every passing week.

The sun had set long ago by the time you leave work and start the walk home. 

A walk that you shouldn’t really take. The way is dimly lit, the neighbourhood too old for modern security cameras to be commonplace.

It’s dark and not safe. You know this. You had been scared about this when you moved here all those months back. Back when you used to get lifts home from colleagues who worried for your safety too. Back before you lied about being okay to walk home alone.

Something changed. You don’t know what it is, but something in you isn’t the same as it was then. You don’t know if you miss it. 

It’s dark and you’re walking home the same route you take every night after work. Far too late into the night. 

A cool breeze flutters your hair, presses against your back urging you onwards. Closer to home. Closer to the darkness waiting for you. 

An empty house, no one to come home to. No one to wait up and scold you for being so late and reckless, yet relieved to see you home safe. No life within the walls until you return. No one. Just the dark.

It’s a calm night. Like the world has decided to take a break and let the nightcrawlers go about their business with nothing to disturb them. It’s nice. Soothing almost.

You take a deep breath, let the night air chill your lungs, send prickles over the back of your neck. 

You almost pause as you realise the shiver running its fingers up your spine isn’t from the lungful of cool air. But you don’t dare.

You know something is watching you. Something is always watching you as you pass the opening to the deep old woods near your home. The only companion you know on these nights. 

It used to scare you; cause your heart to race and your lungs to shudder in your chest, expand and deflate erratically and leave no room for anything else. But now. Now there’s something else in your chest, spreading and winding around every inch of you, filling all the gaps and limiting how your lungs expand, forcing them to behave. 

It used to scare you; it doesn’t any more.

Still, you don’t dare slow, you don’t dare look because you know with everything in you, you know that the moment you show weakness, show interest, whatever is lurking in the dark will be upon you and you will be helpless to stop it.

It’s dark and cold and…soft. The world is cold around you, burrowing under your skin and spilling ice into your heart, but there is softness underfoot. It’s a little damp and something small tickles over your bare skin, but it’s soft underfoot. 

It’s soft and it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

When you open your eyes on a new day, the curtains are pulled open allowing the morning sun to stream into your bedroom. You remember closing them last night before climbing into bed. You remember locking the window securely. 

There’s a gentle breeze against your face, birdsong reaching your ears. 

You’re not surprised to find the window open when you look over.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join us?” One of your co-workers, a friendly young man who seems to light up any room he enters checks, even as others call for him to hurry. 

“I’m sure, I’m not much of a drinker,” you assure, smiling at him in a way that you hope is assuring. Really, you just want him to leave. You used to like him, when you first met you thought he was the kind of man you would love to have by your side in any capacity, but especially as a romantic partner. But now. Now his sunshine hurts your eyes and makes the fire burn cold at the back of your neck.

“Okay,” he agrees, though he looks disappointed and very bad at hiding it. You pretend not to notice and turn your focus back to your work, tilting your head down in a clear sign of dismissal. 

“Come on, Seokmin!” One of your colleagues yells.

“Alright!” He calls back yet hovers a moment longer before abruptly grabbing a pen from the pot and leaning over to take your left hand and scrawl numbers down on your skin. “If you change your mind, here’s my number, I’ll keep my phone on loud. Or if you want someone to walk you home, I’m happy to! It scares me thinking about you walking-” 

“There are post-it notes right there,” you comment, looking between his phone number written hastily against your skin and the little stack of bright yellow squares of paper. They’re impossible to miss. 

“Oh, right, sorry.” He quickly puts the pen down and backs up with an embarrassed, apologetic smile when you raise your eyes to look at him. “I just-” 

“Seokmin!” The loudest of the group almost screeches impatiently, making Seokmin jolt and look at them. “Flirt on company time, not mine!” 

“I’m not flirting!” Seokmin shrieks, whirling around to look at you with wide eyes of alarm. “I-I’m not flirting!” 

“You should go because they drag you,” you suggest, raising an amused eyebrow. 

Seokmin opens his mouth to respond yet just closes it again and nods rapidly before turning and rushing off, zipping his coat as he goes. 

You hear him whispering madly, sternly to his friends when he reaches them but you don’t care to discern the words. You’re already looking at the numbers on your hand and wondering if he purposely picked the permanent marker to stain your skin with.

It’s dark, and cold, and soft, and you’re not alone. The ground is still damp and soft under your bare feet, the gentle breeze cool against your skin and you can’t see. But there’s something against your left hand that feels almost tender. 

A touch. An icy finger tracing over your skin. Admiring.

Until it’s not. 

The gentle touch turns sharp, a piercing burn in a purposeful line across your skin. Warmth spills out, trickling over your skin, dripping off your fingers to the soft ground you stand on. 

Your breath catches as your lips press together firmly. You want to cry out, but there is something telling you not to open your mouth. You can’t let the dark spill onto your tongue and slip down your throat. 

There’s a sound, something you don’t understand. Something that rattles the very core of you, something indescribable even if you were to try. But it feels old, it feels powerful. And it’s talking to you.

You don’t know what it’s saying but it’s talking to you, voice vibrating in your bones for only a few seconds yet it feels like those few seconds have changed you irreversibly. 

Something wet touches your hand. The icy touch of slender fingers hold your palm, leading it closer to the soft wetness. It’s almost warm, but not quite. 

The cool wet traces over the warm trails that spilled your hand. 

A tongue. Whatever is with you is tracing its tongue over the trail of your spilled blood. 

There’s a sound, it sounds pleased. 

The tongue passes over the back of your hand. It burns.

You want to cry out.

You keep your mouth shut.

“What happened?” One of your colleagues asks, eyeing the bandage wrapped around your left hand as you take your mug from the coffee machine. 

“Just wasn’t paying attention,” you reply with a lighthearted little laugh and shrug. She accepts your words just like that and starts to prattle on about something as she puts her mug where yours was moments before and places a fresh pod into the machine. 

Your gaze slides to the white gauze hiding the raised line of a fresh wound on your hand, cutting straight through the stained ink you couldn’t scrub off before bed.

“Did you hear?” Another colleague walks in, his hands holding his oversized empty mug ready to refill, and his eyes are wide.

“Be more specific, Seungkwan, you catch so much gossip it’s impossible to know what you’re talking about at any given time,” the woman on your right scoffs, rolling her eyes but her lips are turned up a little in amusement. 

You glance at her and suddenly wonder why you don’t know her name. Have you ever known it? Surely. You must’ve. But you can’t for the life of you remember what it is. 

You look at Seungkwan as he moves closer and you realise that you had forgotten his name until the woman spoke it. You wonder what else you’ve forgotten lately; you get the feeling it’s a lot. Yet you find that you don’t care, not really. It’s all meaningless.

“You know how Seokmin didn’t turn up today, right?” Seungkwan whispers as he leans closer to yourself and the nameless woman. 

You didn’t ask to be included in this and you almost walk away, but he’s half blocking you in and you don’t really want to go back to your desk and stare at a screen that hurts your eyes even with the brightness turned down. So you remain and just watch the conversation happen as you sip your drink.

“Hungover, he went out with Mingyu and Soonyoung last night and you know how those three get,” the woman muses, plucking her mug from the machine and turning to lean back against the counter and leave space for Seungkwan to access the machine if he wants to. But he doesn’t and continues to clutch his empty mug with wide eyes.

“We all thought that too but he didn’t answer anyone’s texts or calls and you know he’s too nice to do that.” The woman hums in agreement. You don’t have any input yourself but nod a little when Seungkwan looks at you. 

It seems right for Seokmin’s character at least, to never intentionally avoid others like that. He always seems too…warm. 

Your nose turns up a little at the thought of that warmth. You used to like it. But now. Now even the thought feels suffocating.

“Exactly,” Seungkwan continues, entirely missing your unimpressed turn of expression. “So Mingyu went around there on lunch break to check on him and he’s not there.” 

“What?” 

“Seokmin isn’t there.” 

“Then where is he?” 

“Nobody knows. They’re trying to find out. It’s not like Seokmin to do this. They’re worried something happened to him.” 

It’s dark, and cold, and soft underfoot and you’re not alone. It’s dark and there’s a cold trail of a gentle touch over your cheek. 

There’s that sound, that noise you know means that whatever is with you is talking to you. You don’t understand, but you think you’re starting to.

It’s dark and you’re not alone anymore. You’re not sure you ever were. 

There’s a pile of dirty dishes in the sink, a hamper of unwashed clothes in the bathroom. None of it matters. It’s all meaningless.

You’re waiting. Though you’re not sure what for. 

But you think you’re starting to understand. Every morning you wake with a breeze on your skin and you think you understand more. 

You feel it in you. 

Whatever it is, it’s almost ready.

A gasp of your name makes you look up from the display of apples before you. You know the approaching man, he’s familiar. You work with him.

He gets closer, plastic disposable coffee cup in hand and he’s already talking away, gossiping. You lift your eyes from his cup and to his face. He always has a cup. You know that. But you don’t know his name. It doesn’t matter. 

“It’s so sad, isn’t it?” The man finishes, frowning at you as if he truly is upset by whatever he had just said to you. You blink at him, not sure what was said but willing to agree to be left in peace already. “About Seokmin?” 

You don’t know who Seokmin is. You think you should know, but you don’t. You don’t care either. 

“Were you listening?” He frowns further and reaches out towards you. You take a step back out of his reach before his palm can touch your forehead. “Are you okay? You look pale, you feel cold.” 

“I’m fine,” you assure. It’s the truth. You are fine. He’s the one emanating a disturbing amount of warmth. 

“You’ve been strange lately. Not yourself.” 

“I’m fine.” 

“Right.” Genuine concern twists his mouth as he curls his hand back around his cup. “You should text Seokmin, let him know that you’re thinking about him, it’ll cheer him up.” 

“I have groceries to buy,” you point out. He opens his mouth to say something but you’re already turning and walking away with your basket in hand. 

Those apples didn’t seem fresh enough to you anyway.

There’s a man standing on the path as you walk home, a grocery bag swinging from your hand and guided by the gentle moonlight. He’s not moving, just standing, staring into the dark of the woods transfixed. 

You know better than that. 

As you near the man-shaped obstacle in the path you make an attempt to give him a wide berth but suddenly he turns to face you with wide eyes void of any light. You recognise him, even without his normal warmth. 

“Come for a walk with me,” he speaks to you in a voice layered with sounds you can’t describe. Though there is his natural voice and another one there, one you don’t know by ear but you know it. Whatever is in your chest knows it. 

You almost falter in your steps but remain steady. You ignore him and walk around his form to continue on your walk.

“You can’t avoid it forever. He’s waiting for you,” he calls after you.

“Go home, Seokmin!” you reply yet don’t look back. 

You don’t see him take a step off of the path. You don’t see him slink off into the woods, drawn by something that has its cold fingers too deep in his chest for him to ever be free of again.

It’s dark, until it isn’t. No light comes yet shapes start to form in front of your eyes. Pale thin fingers reaching for you, tipped with short pointed nails. The sharpness of which you have proof of under the bandage on your hand.

A gentle caress on your cheek.

A blink of your eyes and a face appears. Or perhaps it was always there. You just didn’t see it before. 

It looks human, yet doesn’t. Too beautiful, too ghastly. A contradiction you are unable to remove your gaze from. You don’t want to remove your gaze from.

Dark wisps of hair fall over an even darker eye as its head tilts a little. To the left then to the right. 

Pretty lips stained red stretch wide, too wide. Sharp teeth put on display. Too many teeth. But so pretty. Dangerous. And beautiful. 

It’s smiling, eyes swirling with twisted pleasure as it stares at you, a cold, gentle thumb rubbing a tender pattern against your cheek. The smile grows as you tilt ever so slightly into the touch.

Teeth rescind before your eyes. They remain sharp yet fewer appear and are smaller than before. Leaving space for sounds to slip through. You catch sight of a pale tongue moving within its mouth as it forms sounds. Words. 

But you don’t understand. You don’t know the ancient language it speaks. 

Yet.

A soft touch to your bottom lip and your mouth falls open at the request of this horrifyingly beautiful creature before you. 

It smiles widely, pleased by your willing obedience as darkness spills onto your tongue and slips down your throat.

It’s dark when you open your eyes, no light streaming in from your window. The breeze is still on your face where you lay. 

It’s soft under your back, soft and cold and damp. 

“Welcome to your new life, little one.” You’ve never heard the voice before, not on its own, only blended with the man on the path. It’s velvet smooth yet crackles at the edge with a cold fire. Comfort and danger in one. You know the owner even without looking over. 

Still, you look.

Beauty and horror rolled into one haunting creature resembling a human male, yet far from it. 

He’s sitting on the damp forest ground a little to your right, smiling at you with those sharp teeth on show, his dark, dangerous eyes which hold no light or warmth locked on you. And yet you feel…adored. 

“What’s your name?” You ask, voice soft and calm, at peace here laid on the bed of moss beside the being that could tear you apart and swallow you whole if he so desired. You think he once wanted to. But now. Now you think he still might. But only to carry you with him always. 

You think you would let him, if he asked. 

“My name?” He repeats, leaning forward. You nod and then suddenly he’s slinking over the ground, crawling in a manner that should not be possible, his bones should not move in such a way if he were human. 

But he’s not. 

“Names hold power here, little one, do you think I would give a mere human power over me?” He taunts, placing each of his bony hands either side of your head as he leans over you, head tilting too far to the right for a human neck. 

“I don’t feel human anymore.” You reply and lift your hand to feather your fingers over his cheek. Perfectly smooth and cold, yet still soft. 

“I suppose you are not.” He chuckles and dips down to brush the tip of his nose over your neck, to breathe the scent of you in.

“What am I now?” 

“Mine.” Sharp teeth pierce your delicate skin, not deeply, just enough to draw blood that a cold, wet tongue laps up greedily. 

“Then tell me your name. If I’m yours, I will never want to do you harm.” 

He leans up. Peers at you as he licks blood stained teeth and swallows every drop. 

“You are mine.” He repeats.

“I am yours.”

“Prove it, let me have you.” 

“I am yours.” You repeat firmly, tugging him down to taste your blood on his tongue.

It’s dark, and cold, and soft under your bare back, and you are not alone. 

“My name is Jeonghan.” 

It’s dark and you don’t want to find the light again.

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⟡ HE'D GET YOU A BELLY RING WITH EITHER A CHERRY OR HEART ON IT!!! HERE YE HERE YE! ⟡ I just know this man drools at the thought of a belly piercing on his partner and them wearing something that represents him?!?!?! Bricked up.

YOU CAN'T TELL ME I'M WRONG! CAN YOU SEE THE VISION?

JEONGHAN ⟡ This man likes understated pieces on himself ⟡ So he LOVES understated pieces on you, especially "couple" related items! ⟡ If you like to go all out and are flashy with your personal jewelry he doesn't mind but he likes the idea of all the relationship stuff being just for you and him ⟡HE KNOWS he's got you wrapped around his finger (bc it's Jeonghan obvi) so he doesn't need to show off with anything fancy ⟡ His opinion is, "Well who are they coming home to? That's right, me." ⟡ He'd get you a simple bracelet or necklace, something that would go with every outfit ⟡ Obsessed with the idea that he would get you an anklet though!! ⟡ It's not visible every day but he knows it's there...whew~ (Lemme indulge in this crazy fantasy too) ⟡ Permanent jewelry. ⟡ Once he knows you're the one, he would gift you some permanent jewelry. ⟡ It's essentially a simple chain, usually a bracelet or anklet, that is welded on and can't be taken off without tools ⟡ Hehehe he's so crazy for this one ⟡ Lowkey I think he would like this idea more than wedding rings for y'all

(I go feral for the idea of lowkey possessive Jeonghannie)

JOSHUA ⟡ We all know it's true...bracelets. ⟡ Adores seeing you in anything he buys really ⟡ But bracelets take this man out! ⟡ Especially if they're ones he designed or made ⟡ Like the ones he showed off on live forever ago ⟡ Totally the type of guy to get you a Pandora bracelet and get you new charms for birthdays or special occasions ⟡ Overall I think customizable things that can grow with your relationship are very much Josh's vibe ⟡ Because what's more sentimental than something that you create together? ⟡ Plus. no one but you guys has to know the meaning and that's a point of pride for him ⟡ Seeing you explain what they mean or even seeing you refuse to explain what they mean, just knowing that whatever he buys you is going to remind you of him makes his entire heart melt into a puddle ⟡ I have a heavy fantasy about this man touring and picking up a charm every place he goes and gifting you a bracelet (or two) of all of them once he gets back or for your anniversary! ⟡ Certified sweetheart, certified sentimental man (when it comes to you)

(Quick someone write a fic about him making a bracelet for his S/O!)

A/N: Teehee, just some headcanons to fill the space between things atm (I am very obsessed with all of these tho...like an unhealthy amount of imagining going on here) Hope y'all like it though! And have a great week lovelies! Please Reblog and Comment if you enjoyed ! (They act as power-ups for me)

jun:

paegei #1 jun boob enthusiast. his tit pic collection SKYROCKETED after your new piercing. man is feral. his thinking about them while sleeping, while singing, while dancing. his brain has become consumed by the sight. somehow loves cumming on your tits even more, who would've thought ?

soonyoung:

this dude is down bad, are we shocked at how crazy he went over them ??????????? seriously guys, act surprised. again, constantly playing with your boobs. not even in a sexual context. he'll be showing you a video of his latest performance, and his hand just creeps up your shirt. can't blame him though, boobs are boobs.

wonwoo:

be prepared, him playing with your jewellery is definitely becoming his new go-to punishment. he will not move on from your tits till you are shaking and crying (even then he might not move on just yet...) also plays with your nips like he's using his controller IM SORRY.

jihoon:

his jaw drops FOR SURE. tries his damn hardest to not gawk but you can tell how much it affects him from the flush peaking up his neck. in his subby moments, loves suckling on them. twirling the bar in with his tongue, writing his name with the movements LAWD.

minghao:

two words. tit. fucking. HE LOVES TIT FUCKING !!!!! like yeah, he liked it before you got the piercings, but the sight of looking down ???? seeing the jewellery jingling ???? with the movement of his thrusts ????? man loses ALLLLLL of his cool.

mingyu:

like soonyoung, bros hands are LATCHED on. complains if you wear a bra or even a shirt. don't hide his babies from him ??? don't you love him ????? immedietly notices if you change the stud. like im talking the SLIGHTEST change. bro is locked in on the honkers.

seokmin:

bro is ecstatic. jumping for joy kinda ecstatic. definitely pouts when he has to wait for them to heal, but then is always ON TOP of that care. the day he got the all clear to play with your boobs, he was on the verge of tears.

seungkwan:

listen, as much as kwan loves the sight, he is more interested in what you decide to adorn you nipples with. after he gets a taste of what sort of jewellery you take a liking to, he is constantly surprising you with even more. also definitely dropped to his knees when you showed him, the drama queen he is.

vernon:

dude did not think boobs could get any better. titty fucking to the MAX. just twists and flicks at the bar every now and then, just to see what would happen (what did he expect ?). honestly, would not be that shocked if he suddenly wanted to get his done too. vernon likes the looks of it what can he say.

chan:

the second your shirt is off, his eyes are BUGGING out of their sockets. borderline cartoon character ass reaction. you guys will simply be cuddling on the couch and he suddenly remembers you got your nipples pierced and just immediately shoves his head under your shirt and gets to town. bros got a mission.

not proof-read ! lmk if there's any mistakes (づ￣ 3￣)づ

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you were always plenty willing and eager whenever jeonghan came home and told you he wanted you on his lap. that was a given, especially when your boyfriend looks like that, as gorgeous as he is.

but tonight after he’d told you that he has a surprise to show you, you can’t seem to get on him fast enough, stripping your clothes away and leaving you in nothing but his favorite pair of lingerie, straddling his lap on the couch.

quickly settling into what’s become an almost nightly routine between the two of you, you begin to trace your fingers along his tight white t-shirt, dragging your fingers down his chest. but when you get to his nipples, something feels… different. you narrow your eyes at him questioningly, and he nods his head at you to continue, the corner of his mouth lifting into a grin.

jeonghan smirks as you tug his shirt up and over his head, a little gasp leaving your lips at the sight in front of you. the usual thin silver chain that rests around his neck is now accompanied by shiny round studs that sit on either side of each of his nipples, connected by a bar through the center.

“mm… these are new.” you reach out tentatively, eyeing him as you lay your hands softly against his pecs. he sits back against the couch with a grin, leaning his head back as if giving you permission.

“thought you’d like them,” he says with a cocky smile as you run your thumbs over the cold metal adorning his nipples, making him shiver at your touch.

he spreads his legs wider apart as you adjust your position on his lap, pushing your knee between his legs and sinking down to straddle his thigh. you lift your arms as he yanks your shirt off, your hands quickly finding their way back to his chest.

you tug on the metal bars experimentally, breaking out into a grin when his cocky expression falls and a whimper leaves his lips.

“what d’you think, angel?” he says, his voice husky as you continue to toy with them gently.

you run your fingers across his chest, pausing as you trace slow circles around his piercings with your thumbs. “do they hurt?” you ask almost in a whisper.

he grins wickedly, grabbing your hands to guide them back up to his chest. “not at all. feels so fucking good… ‘specially when you touch them.” he holds your hands in place against his chest, your fingers brushing lightly against the metal studs and sending a shiver down his spine. “go on, baby.”

at his coaxing you slide your hands down his torso, coming to rest firmly on his slender waist as you lean closer to him. you push your face into his chest and lift your eyes to look at him through your lashes, a smile playing on your lips.

“can i…?” you ask in a low voice, blinking innocently up at him, though your intentions are anything but.

he smirks again and nods, and without hesitating you carefully wrap your lips around one of his nipples. he moans when you swirl your tongue around the metal, sucking it gently into your mouth between your teeth.

his hands fall to grab at your hips in an attempt to ground himself, knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you as he continues to groan at your touch. he kneads the skin of your thighs, pulling your legs closer to him and letting his hands wander over your ass, squeezing roughly.

your mouth leaves his nipple with a wet pop, using your fingers to continue twirling the piercing as you move to his other. eventually your lips begin to wander, your fingers twisting and toying with them as you suck deep marks into his chest, dark bruises beginning to bloom immediately across his skin.

by the time you feel jeonghan thread his fingers in your hair and yank your head away from his chest, you’re out of breath and he’s completely soaked. now coated in your spit, the metal piercings sparkle in the light even more than before. the chain around his neck that’s always driving you crazy seems almost dull in comparison to the shiny new studs, and you briefly wonder what it would be like to have him hovering over you with both the chain and his piercings dangling in your face as he pounds you into the bed.

but it seems you’ll have plenty of time to experiment with that later, because suddenly you feel his long fingers sliding down between your bodies, tracing circles around your clit before roughly pinching it much like you’d done to his piercings earlier. you gasp and push your hips down hard, putting all of your weight onto his thigh as he begins to bounce his leg in a way that has your cunt clenching uncontrollably.

you let out a whine as he continues to push and pull at your hips, guiding your clothed pussy over his leg. you’re already so far gone that you don’t even have the brainpower to fuck yourself on his thigh, letting him do all the work as you keep your hands firmly planted on his shoulders, your thumbs flicking his piercings every so often and relishing in the high-pitched whines that escape his throat.

you squeeze your eyes shut as you struggle to ride out the waves of pleasure suddenly searing through you, weakly grinding your hips down against his thigh. your mind goes blank when you feel jeonghan pressing his lips desperately against yours, pulling your body as close to his chest as possible so that you can feel his piercings pressing into your skin. you moan into his kiss, arching your back to feel the cold metal bars against your own hardened nipples.

as soon as the breath returns to your lungs and the clouds in your vision start to clear, you grab his shoulders and push him roughly down against the couch, filled with newfound energy as you lay him flat on his back.

he grins and shoves at his pants to help you, the wet stain smeared across one pantleg lying visible on the floor. he fists his cock and starts to jerk his hand a couple times to prepare himself for you, but you reach down to stop him and he narrows his eyes in confusion.

you pull his hand away from his cock and crawl further past his hips, grinning as you sit straddling his waist just above his belly button. “i’m not done with you yet, angel,” you lean down to whisper against his ear as you plant your hips down, smirking as you use the nickname he usually calls you.

his nostrils flare in excitement, easily giving in and letting you do what you please. you press your palms flat against his chest, pushing down hard to give yourself more leverage to drag your pussy across his stomach. 

your wetness leaks through your panties, pooling in the ridges of his abs as you glide across him. your fingers lay splayed out across his pecs, your nails pressing into his skin as you ride him. each time you lean your hips back you can feel his cock brushing against your ass, and you smile at the knowledge that he must be painfully hard by now. 

“please, baby—” he whines, confirming your thoughts. his voice comes out strained and breathy, unable to even finish a sentence from how badly he needs to feel himself inside you, desperate to have you around his cock.

you shake your head and tsk as you look down at him, eyeing the chain that rests in the divot between his collarbones and watching the way it moves every time he moans for you. “uh uh, baby. this is your punishment for going out and getting these—” you trace your fingers across his nipples, pinching lightly but just hard enough to draw another whimper out of him, “—without telling me. i get to have my fun with you first, since you’ve been such a selfish little brat.”

sweat-drenched strands of blond hair stick to his forehead as he moans breathlessly. he grips onto your waist practically for dear life, but his arms make no efforts to move your hips for you. unlike earlier when he had you on his thigh, this time you’re in control. 

“mmph— got them for you, baby,” he rasps, practically pleading with you. “knew you’d like them. all for you, angel. wanted to make you happy.”

you can’t pretend that you aren’t pleased with his surprise, and you can already feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge much quicker than usual. satisfied with his response, you give in, grazing your fingers over his chest once more before you lean forward, struggling to get a better angle to grind against his abs. your hands grip his shoulders, fingernails digging into his collarbones, and jeonghan knows you well enough to know that sometimes you just need a little extra help.

he reaches up and squeezes your ass, pulling your hips down against his abdomen and spreading your legs further apart, still giving you that stupid cocky grin even as he’s so close to falling apart himself. “one more time for me, baby, please. make a mess all over me, show me how good i am for you.”

and your body instantly complies. you bury your head in his chest one more time, sinking your teeth into his shoulder as you let out a string of whimper matching his own. your head is spinning as your cunt spasms, walls fluttering around nothing as you cum a second time.

you don’t catch the barely audible “fuck…” that falls from jeonghan’s lips in the heat of the moment, but you immediately feel the hot, sticky ropes that shoot across your ass and back and the way his hips jerk up against you before you’ve even had time to come down from your own orgasm.

once you’ve regained enough of your composure you push yourself to sit up with a shaky sigh, your pussy throbbing in oversensitivity yet still frustrated from going so long being empty. you swing your legs around and move down his body to sit between his legs, watching as his cock continues to twitch from the aftershocks of his orgasm. you wipe your thumb across his stomach, smearing the trail of white drops across his abs and mixing it with your own wetness.

jeonghan’s eyes are lidded and heavy as your hand snakes back up to his chest, pinching one nipple between your fingers while your other hand moves lower to press roughly against his cock. you trace the veins that cover his shaft with a fingertip, already feeling him beginning to harden again. you finally wrap your hand around his cock, holding his length between your legs and slowly tightening your grip until he lets out a ragged moan.

“so… when are you gonna get this pierced, too?” 

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