1. In Your Fantasy 🔥- ot8 obsessed with y/n; free use; twist on the daddy kink; dom/sub; fingering; eating out; dp; overstimulation; aftercare; BDSM (gagging, binds, blindfold, toys); breath play; cock and ball torture, public play, brat taming; dubcon; voyeurism; depression; cock warming; aftercare
2. Petals ☁️- y/n is dating all of the members; cute dates with each of them; kissing
Hongjoong
1. Rush 🔥💛- bottom hj/top male reader; alcohol and drug use; drug use; degradation; size shaming; dom/sub; restraining; public sex
2. Only One Seat 🔥- boss x employee; self-pleasure; sex; accidental stimulation
Seonghwa
1. Fairytale 🔥- princess y/n x swordsman seonghwa; class disparity; sword fight; sex
Yunho
1. Healing 🔥☁️- reader has previous trauma from sa; yunho is trying to help her heal; sex; panic attack
3. Writers & Readers 🔥☁️- fluffy relationship; softie sex; hand holding and kissing
4. Voices ☁️- miscommunication trope; fluffy; first kiss
5. Don’t Say Goodbye ☁️☔️- last night before yunho’s military service; sad; fluffy
6. Matched 🔥⚓️- dom yunho/sub soobin; degradation; dumbification; sex
7. Fire & Ice 🔥🧛🏻🐺🕊️- vampire yunho and werewolf mingi clam y/n after finding her in the woods; dddne
8. Staff 🔥- yunho and mingi fuck a staff member after saving her from a douchy online date; sex; toys; shared
Yeosang
1. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
San
1. I’ll Call 🔥- enemies to lovers; coercion; slight dub-con; sex
2. Business Casual 🔥- boss x employee; y/n almost sa by random man at conference; violence; sex
3. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
4. MUA 🔥⚓️- woosan x reader; she’s desperate for woo; shared by both of them; knife play; dom woo
5. Creep Part 1 🔥 😈- demon san x religious female reader, corruption kink, oral sex, fingering, sex, overstimulation, blood, knife play, sadist, masochist, dacryphilia (if you look closely, bondage, dubcon (kinda), murder…kinda
6. Creep Part 2 🔥😈- demon san x religious female reader, dubcon, blowjob, orgasm denial, fingering, dom/sub vibes
7. One More Night 🔥- ex needy san x tipsy reader; sex; cockwarming; breeding kink
Mingi
1. Party’s Not Over 🔥- size kink; tiny reader x big mingi; one night stand; sex; fingering
2. He’s a Father ☔️- mingi loses his wife to cancer and struggles with his grief while caring for their child
3. Fire & Ice 🔥🧛🏻🐺🕊️- vampire yunho and werewolf mingi clam y/n after finding her in the woods; dddne
4. All of Me ☁️🏳️⚧️- mingi x ftm reader; engaged; looking at photos of pre-transitioned self
5. Focus on Me 🔥- needy mingi eating out reader
6. Staff 🔥- yunho and mingi fuck a staff member after saving her from a douchy online date; sex; toys; shared
7. Pinky Promise 🔥☁️- mingi x assistant; fluffy; clumsy gentle giant; blood from an accidental injury; sex; oral sex; dom/sub; sub-space
Wooyoung
1. Room for 3 🔥⚓️- dom san x bratty sub woo x verse yeosang; cuckhold san; voyeurism; sex
2. MUA 🔥⚓️- woosan x reader; she’s desperate for woo; shared by both of them; knife play; dom woo
3. Woojin🔥⚓️- jealous bratty wooyoung x cocky hyunjin; sex
Jongho
1. Deluded Part 1 🔥🕊️- jongho x crazed fan; cnc; rough sex; degradation
2. Deluded Part 2 🔥🕊️- jongho x crazed fan; cnc; humiliation; rough sex
Seventeen
Mingyu
1. Neighborly 🔥- enemies to lovers; douchy gym bro mingyu / sexually frustrated neighbor y/n; eats her out
Vernon
1. Lucky 🔥- slightly insecure & chubby female reader; some shitty men body shame and degrade her; fingering; squirting; body worship
Stray Kids
Chan
1. Lonely St 🔥🕊️🧛🏻🐺- wolf chan & vampire lee know; drunk reader; sex; biting; coercion; kinda non-con; dddne
2. Mango 🔥- reader shared by chan and lee know; toys; public play; sex in a car; sex in a house; dp
3. Fly High ☔️- chan takes care of a child after his spouse passes away
4. All In ☁️☔️- y/n believed chan is leaving her; miscommunication trope
5. Leave the Light Off 🔥- makeup sex; reader is jealous of chan’s bubble messages to fans being flirty
6. Teacher Part 1 🔥- chan teaches seungmin how to fuck a woman; sex; cuckhold chan
7. What Happens in Vegas Part 1 🔥- sex; degrading language; eating out
8. What Happens in Vegas Part 2 🔥- bratty reader; punished; orgasm denial; sex; tied up; pinned by stranger
9. What Happens in Vegas Part 3 🔥- overstimulation; praise kink; degradation; multiple penetration; toy usage
10. What Happens in Vegas Part 4 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; foreplay for part 5; overstimulation via vibrator in panties in public
11. What Happens in Vegas Part 5 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; strip game; eating out; praise kink
12. What Happens in Vegas Part 6 🔥- dom lee know x dom bratty reader x sub chan; praise kink; multiple penetration; threesome
13. What Happens in Vegas Part 7 🔥- sub chan x dom reader; sex; possessive chan
14. What Happens in Vegas Part 8 🔥- dom chan x sub reader; praise kink; soft sex
15. What Happens in Vegas Part 9 🔥- needy reader; fisting and fingering in a car
16. What Happens in Vegas Part 10 ☁️- reader freaks out thinking chan is going to propose
17. What Happens in Vegas Part 11 🔥- chan helps reader with panic attack; praise kink; making love
Lee Know
1. Lonely St 🔥🕊️🧛🏻🐺- wolf chan & vampire lee know; drunk reader; sex; biting; coercion; kinda non-con; dddne
2. Mango 🔥- reader shared by chan and lee know; toys; public play; sex in a car; sex in a house; dp
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and han teach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
5. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
6. The Tortoise & The Hare 🔥- lee know & han both want reader; drinking; sex; aftercare
7. Mess Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know fucks hyunjn because han needs things to be equal between them; top hyunjin / bottom lee know; kind sad; not really their choice
8. Shower 🔥⚓️- minsung shower sex; lee know let’s han top
9. Show Me More 🔥☁️☔️- y/n is body shamed; bikini forcibly removed; protective lee know; sex; brother’s friend
10. What Happens in Vegas Part 4 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; foreplay for part 5; overstimulation via vibrator in panties in public
11. What Happens in Vegas Part 5 🔥- chan x lee know x reader; strip game; eating out; praise kink
12. What Happens in Vegas Part 6 🔥- dom lee know x dom bratty reader x sub chan; praise kink; multiple penetration; threesome
Changbin
1. Ex 🔥- ex changbin & reader; trapped in a basement; hate sex; enemies to lovers
Hyunjin
1. Icy ☁️⚓️- enemies to lovers; ice skater felix/hockey player hyunjin
2. Mess Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know fucks hyunjn because han needs things to be equal between them; top hyunjin / bottom lee know; kind sad; not really their choice
3. Woojin 🔥⚓️- jealous bratty wooyoung x cocky hyunjin; sex
Han
1. He’s a Father ☔️- han helps his child deal with ocd & bullying
2. Vampire 🔥🧛🏻- enemies to lovers; vampire han / vampire hunter y/n; hate sex
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and hanteach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
5. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
6. The Tortoise & The Hare 🔥- lee know & han both want reader; drinking; sex; aftercare
7. Safe Space 🔥☁️- reader has previous trauma from sa; han is trying to help her heal; sex; panic attack
8. Mess Part 1 🔥⚓️- han fucks felix to get back at lee know for fucking hyunjin; sad; bottom felix/top han
9. Shower 🔥⚓️- minsung shower sex; lee know let’s han top
Felix
1. Lilies Part 1 ☁️- y/n spouse death (not felix); grief; hints of former abuse; felix is soft
2. Lilies Part 2 🔥☁️- felix and y/n date; pregnancy; hintd of former abuse; lactation; sex
3. Icy ☁️⚓️- enemies to lovers; ice skater felix/hockey player hyunjin
4. Mess Part 1 🔥⚓️- han fucks felix to get back at lee know for fucking hyunjin; sad; bottom felix/top han
Seungmin
1. As We Are ☁️- fluffy seungmin & family celebrating song release
2. Teacher Part 1 🔥- chan teaches seungmin how to fuck a woman; sex; cuckhold chan
3. Teacher Part 2 🔥⚓️- lee know and han teach seungmin how to have anal; bottom han
4. Teacher Part 3 🔥- seungmin goes down on his gf and fucks her using his new skills; admits he cheated
5. Teacher Part 4 🔥⚓️- dom lee know x bottom han x verse seungmin; blowjobs; double penetration; sex
6. Teacher Part 5 🔥⚓️- top seungmin x bottom lee know x needy han; dp; blowjobs; sex
7. Heart on My Hand ☁️- soulmate AU; fluff
8. Miss You 🔥☁️- needy, quirky reader x sub seungmin; sex
I.N.
1. Stalker ❌- y/n is obsessed with jeongin and believes him to be her soulmate; y/n stalker
2. His Toy Pt 1 🔥- owned by i.n.; free use; tied up; breeding; wax play; dom/sub
TXT
Soobin
1. Matched 🔥⚓️- dom yunho/sub soobin; degradation; dumbification; sex
Taehyun
1. Do It Like That 🔥- dom taehyun/sub reader; spanking as punishment; grinding
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There's a chance, remote and unlikely, but technically possible, that one day the world will forget about the Troublemaker performance. But you know who'll never forget it? And not being part of it? Yunho.
Also, Seonghwa is the real chicken compared to Mingi 🐤
content warning: ftm reader x bestie chan x crush felix
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You were sitting in Chan's room, legs sprawled out as you lost to him in some video game for the eighth time. You weren't really there to play, so you didn't care about the score. You had gone over to his place to talk.
So far, all you'd managed to get out was that you couldn't be with Felix.
"Why?" Chan asked as he shoved a handful of Dorito crumbs into his mouth. He'd already started game number 9 and it was looking like yet another easy win.
"Because I don't even know how to have that conversation," you complained as you leaned back to stare at the ceiling.
Chan paused the game as if you had any chance of winning and fell to the ground beside you. "Felix is bi, you know that, right?"
"Bi doesn't mean that he'll be comfortable with me being a guy with a body that doesn't fully match yet," you sighed as tears began to well in your eyes.
Chan hated it when you cried... he hated it when anyone cried. Not only was he too empathetic to fight back his own tears, but he was also incredibly awkward around the sobbers of the world. Tears made him panic, so you wiped them away before he became useless at giving advice.
"What would you say if you were me?" you asked, hoping he could at least help you start the conversation.
Chan stared at you for a few seconds, his expression twisting as he tried to imagine himself in your position. "I'd probably just say it," he answered with a shrug.
You blinked at him in disbelief. "Just say it?"
"Yeah." He doubled-down. "Like, 'Hey, Felix, I like you, and I'm trans.'"
The shock must've shown on your face.
"What?" he asked, glancing between you and the abandoned controllers. "Is that bad?"
"I'm not ordering a pizza, Chan."
"I know that."
"Do you?" you bit, sounding harsher than intended.
His mouth opened, but nothing came out.
You sighed and dragged your hands over your face. You hadn't expected him to produce some perfect speech, but you had hoped he would at least understand why the thought of telling Felix made your stomach feel like it was trying to consume itself.
"I'm not just telling him a fun-fact about me," you explained. "I'll be waiting to see what happens to his face afterward to assess if he feels the same way. I'll be watching his eyes, wondering if I just changed the way he sees me."
"It won't," Chan promised.
"You don't know that."
"I know Felix."
"You know him as your friend. You don't know how he'd feel once he knew everything."
Chan frowned. The distinction seemed to frustrate him, as though you were creating a problem where he couldn't see one. "But he already likes you."
Your head snapped toward him. "What?"
Chan immediately looked guilty. It wasn't subtle either. His eyes widened, his shoulders stiffened, and he suddenly became very interested in the orange dust coating his fingers as he sucked on his thumb.
"I said he already likes you as a person," he lied, answering nearly half a minute later.
"No, you didn't."
"That's what I meant."
"Chan," you pleaded, wishing he'd just come clean.
He wiped his hands on his sweatpants and reached for the controller again. "We should finish the game."
You snatched it before he could. "Does Felix like me?"
"I don't know."
"You just said he did."
"I say loads of things. Especially when I'm fed junk food."
"You're a terrible liar, Chan," you said as you rolled your eyes.
"I'm actually an excellent liar," he countered.
"You cried at my surprise party because you had to pretend you forgot what day it was."
"That was different. Cake was involved," he argued.
"Cake could be involved here too," you joked beneath your breath.
"What?" Chan asked.
"Nothing," you lied hurriedly. "I just want to know what you know, Chan. Does he like me?"
"I can't tell you what Felix has said to me in private," he groaned.
Your heart began pounding so hard that you could feel it in your throat. "So he said something."
"I didn't say that," Chan muttered, eager to correct his slip.
"You literally just did."
Chan cursed under his breath and dropped his head back against the side of the bed. "I'm trying to be supportive (Y/N), but..."
"You can support me by telling me whether I'm about to humiliate myself," you begged. You had liked Felix for as long as you could remember and Chan was holding the answers hostage on the tip of his tongue.
He let out an exhale and seemed to beg Felix for forgiveness before finally admitting what he knew. "You wouldn't be humiliating yourself."
You pulled your knees toward your chest and wrapped your arms around them, almost too scared to hope. "Has he explicitly said that he likes me?" you asked again, quieter this time.
"Remember when you ditched us last week because the trailer to the movie freaked you out?"
"Yeah," you answered, wondering what that had to do with Felix liking you or not.
"Well, he showed up and asked me to convince you to come like ten times at dinner. And when I didn’t text you, he was in a terrible mood all night. Have you ever seen Felix in a bad mood?"
"Yeah. That time April when showed up to a party. He kicked her out, remember?”
"April ...April who bullied you," Chan reminded you.
You let the realization settle over you that Felix's mood could be ruined by your absence or the presence of people who hurt you. "Maybe he was just looking out for me as a friend."
Chan glanced behind him at the open door and leaned in closer. "I didn't tell you this, got it? If you tell him I told you, I will gaslight the fuck out of both of you."
"Okay, okay. I promise. I won't say a word," you replied eagerly.
"He wants to ask you out, but he's afraid you'll say no," Chan confessed.
You simply stared at Chan. There had to be a catch. Maybe he'd misunderstood something Felix had said. Maybe he was trying to make you feel better. Maybe...
"Oh my God," Chan groaned as if he could read your mind, dragging both hands down his face. "You're both so annoying."
Your brows pinched together. "I finally tell you, and you don't even believe me."
"It's just..." You shook your head, still trying to wrap your mind around it. "I don't get it."
"You don't get what?"
"Why he'd be afraid."
Chan blinked.
"I mean..." You laughed at the ridiculousness of the mere notion of Felix worried about rejection. "He's Felix."
That should've been explanation enough. Felix was effortlessly charming. He was beautiful without trying...the kind of person people noticed the second he walked into a room.
Meanwhile, you had spent fifteen minutes the other day debating whether texting "Sounds good!" came across as too enthusiastic.
Chan snorted. "See? This is exactly the problem. You've got him on this giant pedestal."
"Because he belongs there."
"He'd disagree."
You rolled your eyes.
Chan leaned back against the bed, crossing his arms. "Every time your name comes up, he starts second-guessing himself."
Your expression softened.
"He thinks you're funnier than he is. Smarter than he is. Cooler than he is." Chan shrugged. "From his perspective, he's the one trying to work up the courage to ask out someone who's out of his league."
You let out a quiet laugh. "That's insane."
"So is you thinking he'd never like you, (Y/N)," Chan answered earnestly.
The room fell silent again as you picked absentmindedly at a loose thread on your sleeve.
"...It's not the same. He doesn't know about me yet."
Chan hugged your shoulder. "I'm not saying it isn't scary." His voice was gentler now. "I'm just saying...don't reject yourself before he gets the chance to make up his own mind."
You let him hold you for a few minutes as you debated what to do next. Chan's phone buzzing broke through the thoughts swirling in your head.
Felix: here :)
You hadn't meant to look at Chan's phone, but when you did you nearly threw up. "You did not invite him," you eyed him anxiously as he texted Felix the entry code for the door.
Chan didn't even have the decency to look guilty. "I did."
Your stomach dropped. For the past twenty minutes he'd been encouraging you to confess your feelings, all while apparently knowing Felix was already on his way over.
"Christopher Bang."
"What?" he asked innocently, though the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth ruined the act.
"You set me up."
"I prefer the term 'created an opportunity'."
"I am actively reconsidering our friendship."
"I get that a lot."
You groaned and buried your face in your arms.
The timing couldn't have been worse. Your heart was still trying to recover from everything Chan had just told you. One minute you were convinced confessing to Felix would end in rejection, and the next you were being told the feeling was mutual.
Now Felix was outside. Actually outside.
Your mind immediately began cycling through escape plans.
You could climb out the window.
But we're on the third floor.
...Never mind.
A knock echoed through the apartment before you could think of another option.
Chan pushed himself off the floor with a grunt, stretching as though he hadn't just thrown you into the most stressful situation of your life.
"You'll be fine."
"I don't think I've ever been less fine."
He only laughed before disappearing into the hallway. You could hear the front door unlock.
"Dude, sorry I'm late," Felix's voice drifted through the apartment. "Traffic was awful."
"No worries," Chan replied easily. "Come on in."
The conversation continued too quietly for you to make anything out, leaving you alone with the sound of your own heartbeat.
You rubbed your sweaty palms against your jeans, suddenly hyperaware of every little thing about yourself. Were you sitting weird? Had you been crying? Did your hair look stupid?
It was too late to fix any of it.
Felix appeared in the doorway a second later wearing an apologetic smile. "Hey."
"Hey," you managed, hoping your voice sounded calmer than you felt.
His attention drifted almost immediately to the nearly empty family-sized bag of Doritos lying on the carpet. "Did Chan seriously eat almost the whole bag without me?"
"I may have gotten carried away," Chan joked.
"It's a family-sized bag," Felix gawked.
Without a word, Chan slowly lifted his hand, sucked the orange Dorito dust from his middle finger with an obnoxiously loud pop, then held the same finger toward Felix.
Felix recoiled. "You're actually disgusting."
A grin spread across Chan's face. "I think that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me."
Chan looked down at his saliva-and-orange-dust-stained hands before grimacing. "Actually, I'm gonna go wash these before I touch anything else."
Scooping up the empty bag, he jerked his thumb toward the kitchen. "I think we've got another one in the pantry. It's on the top shelf so it might take me a while to get it down," he added before taking off down the hall.
Neither of you stopped him.
The apartment seemed strangely quiet after he disappeared around the corner, leaving you and Felix standing in the awkward silence he'd so obviously engineered.
Felix shifted his weight from one foot to the other before glancing back at you with a sheepish smile.
"So..."
Felix let the word trail off as he glanced toward the hallway where Chan had disappeared. He had abandoned the two of you with the confidence of someone who believed he had just solved a problem, completely unconcerned that he had actually made your heart feel like it was trying to escape through your ribs.
Felix seemed to reach the same conclusion. A quiet laugh left him as he shook his head and lowered himself onto the carpet beside the bed, taking the spot Chan had occupied a few minutes earlier. He didn't sit directly beside you, but he didn't put much distance between you either. It was the kind of space he always left when the three of you hung out...close enough that your knees would occasionally bump when one of you shifted, but far enough that neither of you had ever been forced to acknowledge how aware you were of the other.
"He definitely did that on purpose," Felix decided, his voice carrying more amusement than irritation.
You looked toward the hallway and listened for any sign that Chan was actually searching for another bag of Doritos. The apartment remained suspiciously quiet. There was no pantry door opening, no cabinets being searched, and no running water from the sink he had supposedly gone to use. He was probably standing around the corner with his ear pressed against the wall, proud of himself for creating the exact situation you had spent months avoiding.
"He thinks he's subtle," you muttered.
"He's as subtle as a brick crashing through a window," Felix laughed, his smile lighting up his face.
Normally, his smile would have made you relax. Tonight, it only reminded you of what Chan had confessed before he arrived. Felix wanted to ask you out.
The thought had been impossible to believe when Chan first said it. Now he was sitting a few feet away, looking almost as nervous as you felt, and suddenly it seemed less impossible. That should have made everything easier. Instead, it made the truth sitting in your throat feel heavier.
Felix glanced at you again, and the amusement faded from his expression. He had always been good at noticing changes in people, especially when they tried to hide them.
"You okay?" he asked.
You almost told him you were fine. The lie was already prepared, sitting at the tip of your tongue out of habit. You could have blamed Chan for embarrassing you or claimed you were tired. Felix probably would have known you were lying, but he wouldn't have forced the truth out of you.
That was part of what made telling him so frightening. Felix had never made you feel trapped. He had always given you space, and now you were terrified that once you filled that space with the truth, he might decide he didn't want it anymore.
"I don't know," you admitted.
"I've been worried about you," he said after a moment.
Your gaze lifted immediately. "Why?"
The question came out sharper than you intended, not because you were upset with him, but because the idea of Felix spending time worrying about you made guilt press against your chest. You had been so focused on protecting yourself from what might happen that you hadn't considered what your distance looked like from his side.
Felix didn't seem offended by your tone. He rubbed his palms against his jeans before answering, a nervous habit you had seen from him before but never paid enough attention to until now.
"You've been avoiding being alone with me," he explained. "At first I thought I was imagining it, but then you left movie night before I got there, and last weekend you asked Chan to come with us after we'd already made plans."
Hearing Felix list them made the pattern impossible to deny. "I wasn't trying to hurt you," you said quietly.
"I know," Felix answered quickly, not wanting you to mistake his honesty for an accusation. His expression softened again before he continued. "I just kept wondering if I'd done something wrong."
The irony almost made you laugh. Felix was sitting there worried that he had done something to offend you, while you had spent weeks convinced that simply telling him who you were would destroy whatever existed between you.
"You didn't do anything," you promised.
Relief passed over his face so openly that it made your stomach twist. He had genuinely been afraid of losing you, too. Chan hadn't exaggerated that part, at least.
Felix leaned back against the side of the bed, appearing slightly less tense now that he knew he hadn't unknowingly upset you. He didn't ask the obvious next question. He didn't demand to know why you had been avoiding him if it wasn't his fault. He simply waited, giving you the choice to continue.
That patience was what finally broke through the last of your resistance. "There is something I need to tell you," you began.
Felix straightened again. "Okay."
You had rehearsed the conversation dozens of times. Sometimes you imagined saying it casually, as though it were no more significant than telling him your favorite color. Other times you pictured sitting him down and explaining every detail of your life until there was nothing left for him to misunderstand. None of those rehearsals had included the reality of Felix sitting in front of you, waiting with the same gentle concern he always showed you.
Your mouth opened, but the words refused to come.
Felix watched you struggle for a few seconds before speaking. "You don't have to tell me tonight if you're not ready."
The offer almost made you take it.
But if you let him leave without telling him, you knew you would spend another week avoiding him. You would analyze every interaction, wonder when he planned to ask you out, and dread the moment you would have to stop him because he still didn't know.
"No," you said, more to yourself than to him. "I need to."
Felix nodded and became quiet again.
You dragged in a breath that felt too shallow to be useful. "Before I say it, I need you to know I wasn't keeping it from you because I don't trust you."
His brows drew together, but he didn't interrupt.
"I just didn't know how to tell you," you continued. "And the longer I waited, the harder it became because I kept thinking about what might happen afterward."
Felix's expression changed slightly at that. He seemed to realize that whatever you were about to say had less to do with the information itself and more to do with what you feared it would cost you. He reached for your hand, holding it reassuringly as if to tell you that whatever it was wouldn't change anything.
You looked at his face one last time before forcing the words out.
"I'm trans."
You hated that you looked for him to be angry.
He blinked, surprise lifting his brows before he could hide it. His lips parted as though he had been prepared to respond to several possibilities and this wasn't one of them.
The silence lasted only a few seconds, but it felt much longer.
"I know I should've told you sooner," you rushed out. The words came faster as your panic grew, each sentence tripping over the next. "I just didn't know if you'd still feel the same once you knew everything, and I didn't want you to think I was hiding it to trick you or..."
"Hey." Felix's reassuring voice cut gently through your rambling. His hand squeezed yours.
You stopped, but your breathing remained uneven.
He moved slightly closer. His surprise had faded, replaced by concern as he realized how quickly you had interpreted his silence.
"That wasn't a bad reaction," he explained. "I was just surprised."
You swallowed and forced yourself to look at him again. "Surprised is usually bad."
"Not always." Felix gave you a small, uncertain smile, as though he was trying to choose his words carefully without making them sound rehearsed. "If you told me Chan had secretly eaten another family-sized bag of Doritos, I'd be surprised. I wouldn't stop being friends with him."
The comparison was ridiculous enough to pull a weak laugh from you. Felix relaxed slightly when he heard it, relieved that he had managed to reach you through the panic. "I know that's not the same," he added quickly. "I'm just saying my face did something because I wasn't expecting it. Not because I'm upset."
The honesty in his explanation mattered more than a perfect response would have. He wasn't pretending the information hadn't surprised him. He was making sure you understood that surprise and rejection weren't the same thing.
You looked down at your hands. "I kept thinking you'd look at me differently."
You could see him working through the meaning behind your fears instead of reaching for the first reassurance that came to mind. "I probably do know you differently now," he admitted.
Your stomach dropped before he continued.
"But not in the way you mean."
Felix shifted until one of his knees brushed lightly against yours. The contact was accidental, but neither of you moved away.
"I know something important about you now that you were scared to tell me," he explained. "That doesn't make you less of who you were five minutes ago. It just means I understand more about why you've been pulling away."
You stared at him, trying to decide whether the relief building in your chest was safe to trust.
Felix's eyes softened as he watched you struggle to believe him. "You're still you, (Y/N)."
Your throat tightened. "I was afraid you wouldn't want me anymore," you whispered.
The confession slipped out before you could reconsider it. You hadn't meant to reveal that much. Telling Felix you were trans had already made you feel exposed, but admitting that you wanted him to want you left nothing between your feelings and his response.
Felix went completely still. The silence that followed felt different from the first one. This time, there was no surprise over what you had told him.
"You thought I wanted you?" he asked.
His tone wasn't mocking. If anything, he sounded stunned that you had noticed when he had tried so hard to hide it.
Heat climbed into your face. "Chan has a big mouth."
Understanding flashed across Felix's expression, followed almost immediately by burning cheeks. "I'm going to kill him."
The frustration in his voice finally made you laugh properly. It was the first sound you had made all evening that didn't feel forced.
Felix looked at you again when he heard it, and the embarrassment on his face softened into a smile.
"He told me you wanted to ask me out," you admitted. "He also said you thought I'd say no."
Felix dragged one hand over his face, clearly regretting every private conversation he had ever trusted Chan with. When he lowered it again, though, he didn't deny anything. "I did think that," he began.
The certainty of the answer made your heartbeat stumble.
Felix looked down at your connected hands between you before continuing, his confidence disappearing now that the conversation had turned toward his own feelings. "I still think that, actually.”
You waited for him to say more, but he seemed to need the same patience he had given you. His fingers picked absently at a worn spot on the knee of his jeans while he tried to decide how honest he could be without making the moment harder for you.
"I didn't come here planning to tell you tonight," Felix explained eventually. "I asked Chan if he thought I had a chance, and apparently he decided that meant he should trap us in a room together."
You glanced toward the hallway again. There was still no sign of Chan, though you were now certain he was listening.
Felix followed your gaze and smiled faintly before turning back to you. "I was scared because I like you enough as a friend that losing what we already have would hurt. But I was more scared that I would regret saying nothing.”
Your eyes burned again, but this time the emotion behind the tears was harder to name. "And me being trans doesn't change that?" you asked.
Felix shook his head. "Of course not."
He answered quickly, but not carelessly. The question had a simple answer for him.
"I might have questions eventually," he added, his voice becoming more cautious. "Not because I think there's something wrong with you. I just don't want to assume anything or say something stupid."
The honesty made you smile through the tightness in your throat. Felix looked relieved when he saw it. "You'll definitely say something stupid," you teased him.
"I know." He smiled a little wider. "That's why I'm planning ahead."
Felix looked down at your hands again, this time brushing his thumb across yours.
"I like you," he confessed. "I liked you before I walked into this room. I liked you before Chan decided to betray every secret I've ever told him. And I still like you now."
The fear that had followed you for months didn't disappear completely. One conversation couldn't undo every insecurity you had built around yourself, and Felix's acceptance didn't erase the possibility that other people might react differently.
But Felix wasn't other people.
He was sitting beside you, holding your hand, and looking at you exactly the way you had always hoped he would. "I like you too," you confessed.
Felix's smile appeared slowly, first at the corners of his mouth before spreading across his entire face. It was the same bright smile that had made you fall for him in the first place, but this time it was meant entirely for you.
"Fuck yes!" Chan cheered outside in what he thought was a whisper.
You tightened your fingers around his and smiled toward the doorway before whispering, "I think we should make him stay out there a little longer."
Felix laughed and shifted closer until your shoulders rested against each other. "Me too," he agreed. His eyes dipped briefly toward your mouth before returning to your eyes. He closed his eyes nervously before asking in a soft voice, “Can I kiss you?"
You had spent months fearing the question would never come. Now that it had, and the answer felt easier than anything else you'd said that night.
"Please."
Felix leaned in and gave you what would become the first of many kisses.
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When you awoke, body stiff and energy drained, it became clear that the previous night had not been a dream. You opened your eyes to find a mirror above the bed and by tilting your head to the side, you confirmed you had definitely been bitten.
Your neck was sore to the touch, and the rest of your body ached from fucking Yunho. As you recalled the eyes of the humans that had watched, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed for losing control. You were normally so reserved...so logical. Fucking a vampire in a club was the exact opposite of that.
"Your pet is awake," a voice suddenly called out. It was deeper than Yunho's...raspier. You turned to look for the source but spotted Yunho in the doorway instead.
"Good morning, bunny," he smirked as he eyed the two pricks on your neck. "How did you sleep?"
"Umm...good, I think," you answered uncertainly. You couldn't remember sleeping...or how you got there. "I think I blacked out."
"You didn't," he said simply as he settled onto the edge of the bed. "I just drank a lot of your blood, and you passed out."
Without another word, he peeled the comforter back, exposing your bare body. New bite marks littered your skin, dozens of them scattered from your ankles to your neck. Leaning down, he traced a lazy trail of kisses over each bruise he'd left behind, savoring the sight of them as much as the taste he'd stolen during the night.
His fingertips skimmed over the purpled skin, admiring his work. "You taste even better in your sleep," he murmured, a devious smile tugging at his lips. "You don't squirm nearly as much."
Your stomach dropped. Only now, seeing the bruises marking nearly every set of punctures, did you realize just how little control he'd exercised. Your body ached from the sheer number of bites, every sore spot a reminder that he'd fed on you for hours while you lay unconscious beside him.
A chill crawled up your spine. If he could drain you so casually while you slept you must’ve been in danger. You quickly began searching the room for a way out.
"Shhh,” he soothed when he heard your beating heart. “I just couldn't help myself," he added, almost fondly.
Before you could pull away, his fangs found your neck again. You gasped and shoved at his chest, but he barely noticed. His arm tightened around your waist as he continued to drink, indifferent to how much he was taking.
Your thoughts blurred around the edges, panic dissolving into warmth. The fear that had gripped you only moments ago slipped further and further away until you couldn't quite remember why you'd been struggling in the first place.
By the time he finally released you, your body had gone completely limp in his arms.
"There we are," he murmured, brushing his thumb across your flushed cheek. "Now...you want to be a good bunny, don't you?"
Your unfocused eyes found his, whatever fight had been left in you drowned beneath the high his bite had left behind. "I'm a good bunny," you echoed softly.
His lips curled into a satisfied smile. "I have a friend who's been wanting to meet you," he explained while gently brushing your hair away from your face. "He caught your scent on my sheets last night and insisted on meeting the little bunny I brought home."
His crimson eyes searched yours with unmistakable excitement. "You'll let him have a taste, won't you?"
You smiled without hesitation, eager to make him happy. "Of course."
A quiet chuckle drifted from the shadows. "She really is sweet," the unfamiliar man observed as he stepped into the dim light.
Yunho's grin only widened. "Just wait until you taste her."
Your cheeks warmed at the praise. If Yunho was that excited to share you, then your blood must really be something special. The thought filled you with a strange sense of pride, and you found yourself smiling back at him, happy that something about you could make him so eager to keep you.
"This is Mingi," Yunho told you as his large friend settled beside you. You supposed it should've been strange to meet someone while naked, but Mingi and Yunho were naked, too. Maybe it was how vampires preferred to live.
"Hi," you greeted him warmly as you took in his muscular frame and large cock. You were curious if he'd fuck you when he bit you the same way that Yunho had.
“You’re so dumb, aren’t you, bunny?” Mingi cooed, cupping your cheek as he studied your unfocused expression.
You frowned and turned to Yunho, hoping he’d defend you. “I’m not dumb.”
Yunho chuckled beside you. “He doesn’t mean that you’re stupid, bunny,” he assured you, brushing a thumb across your jaw. “Humans fill their heads with so many useless thoughts. That’s why you’re such a good bunny when you’re bitten…your mind is so busy being a good bunny that nothing else matters.”
Relief softened your face. “Your bite makes all my thoughts disappear,” you explained proudly.
Mingi laughed. “Fuck,” he said, glancing at Yunho. “You weren’t exaggerating.”
Yunho looked impossibly pleased, his hand slipping to graze down your side. "I told you," he said, sounding almost smug when you shuddered. "She's the sweetest little bunny. Why do you think I kept her?"
You instinctively leaned into Yunho, seeking out his lips. He met you halfway, smiling into the kiss before wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you firmly against him. With an effortless tug, he guided your leg over his hip, holding you there as though the thought of even an inch of distance annoyed him.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you felt like you should’ve minded how tightly he held you. Instead, all you felt was warmth from his lips…even from his skin.
He wanted you close. He liked having you in his arms. Every touch seemed to tell you the same thing…that you belonged exactly where you were, tucked against his chest.
When he pulled back from the kiss, you were breathless. Your heart raced in your chest and he eyed it as he listened, enjoying how quick it had gotten.
"Are you nervous," Mingi asked as he held you from behind. His hand wrapped around your hip and his chest pressed against your back. He was as cold as Yunho had felt when you first met him. It seemed the more Yunho drank the warmer he became.
"I'm not nervous," you promised, voice steady. "I'm excited that Yunho wants to share me."
Yunho smiled at that and kissed you again before sliding his length up and down your slick pussy. You whimpered against him, desperate to feel him fill you again.
"I'm going to share you in lots of ways, bunny. You want that don't you?" he asked as he tapped his cock against your clit.
"Yes," you sighed, voice growing higher as you grew more turned on.
Mingi inhaled deeply behind you as if sensing how horny you were, and you could feel his cock grow even bigger. "Yu, I need a taste. Now," Mingi whined as he began palming your chest.
"Go on," he permitted. "She wants it."
Yunho slid into your cunt just as Mingi latched on the same sore bite mark on your neck. He groaned as he sipped your blood, tasting the sweetness that Yunho had bragged about.
You held Mingi's neck to keep him there and began rolling your hips against Yunho's as he was stilled inside you. His cock was perfection...icy, veiny, lengthy perfection.
"More," you begged, needing both of them to share you as promised. Mingi's desperate moans reverberated through you, sending waves of pleasure to the tips of your toes.
You suddenly felt a finger probe your bum, and you instinctively pulled away from Mingi to lean against Yunho, concerned about the strange feeling. He kissed you reassuringly while settling you back between them where Mingi circled your hole again.
You whimpered and felt the skin go numb until eventually his touch felt like air. “Mingi wants to be inside you, too,” Yunho explained in a whisper. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”
“Yeah, bunny. We promise,” Mingi added before sinking into your ass. You'd never done anal before, but it didn’t hurt at all. There was a lot of stretch to make him fit, but with his bite, every feeling felt heightened. You were dizzied by the idea that both men were so deep that their cocks were rubbing one another through thin walls.
“My venom made it feel good, didn’t it bunny?” Mingi asked as he began to thrust sharply. Your body shook from the force of it and Yunho matched his pace.
“More. Bite me, please,” you begged, eager to feel the high again.
“Aww she even has manners,” Mingi teased before sinking his fangs into your neck. You gasped and rolled your hips back and forth, meeting each of their eager thrusts while eyeing Yunho desperately.
“Please, Yunho. Please bite me,” you whined while pulling him closer.
Instead, he kissed you. His lips attacked yours in a feverish bliss as your bodies rocked together to send the headboard against the wall. You heard it splinter but nobody seemed to care. Their cocks only drove deeper, drove harder into you until the orgasmic high hit.
Just like last time, you never fell. You went up and up and up as you spilled around Yunho’s cock, body shaking from the strength of it.
“Perfect little bunny,” Yunho praised as he pulled back from the kiss. He briefly gazed at the euphoric daze on your face before taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down.
Moans filled the air from both of them as you sank deeper and deeper into the darkness. You weren’t sure how much blood was left, but you were happy to offer them every last drop.
“Fuck I’m close,” Mingi grunted as he picked up pace. His hands squeezed your tits, and he bit you again in the same spot, determined to empty more than your mind.
It was Yunho that came first. His cock released in thick spurts, the rush too much for him to keep his fangs latched on. He pulled away with heavy breaths while running his hands over every last bruise he’d left until Mingi released, too.
Between them both you smiled softly, body limp from how much you gave them. Mingi kissed his mark and Yunho kissed his, both rocking their hips lazily as they finished emptying into you.
They seemed pleased with how well you’d done, and rewarded you with soft nibbles, their venom keeping your mind free from the unnecessary human thoughts.
“What a perfect little pet,” Mingi hummed. His body was sweaty behind you, his skin warmer than it had been when you started. “Her heartbeat’s slowing,” Mingi observed, pressing one last kiss against your shoulder.
Yunho smiled as though he’d been hoping to hear exactly that. “She’s comfortable,” he corrected softly, stroking your back. “She likes being fed on.”
You couldn’t find the energy to answer. All you could do was nuzzle deeper into his chest with a contented sigh.
Mingi laughed as he pulled out, his cum drilling down your thighs. “Is she really cuddling you?”
Yunho’s smile turned almost smug. “Don’t mock her,” he murmured, resting his chin lightly against your head. “She’s just a little dumb right now, aren’t you bunny?”
Your eyes fluttered shut, but you offered a weak nod before drifting back to sleep in his arms.
“5…4…3…2…1!”Chan shouted to let you know he was coming to find you.
You were still within earshot and giggled behind your hands as he circled the trees nearby. Chan had already sniffed you out, but he didn’t want you to lose that easily. He liked when you tried to escape and beat him. That was when you laughed the loudest.
He rounded a tree a few feet away and waited until you looked at him before taking off to catch you. You squealed and took off as he chased you, dodging roots and branches. The first time Chan had brought you to the woods you had tripped a lot— he was pleased to see that you’d improved so much as it meant you wouldn’t get hurt.
Chan decided he was ready to hug you, so he began running at full speed. You glanced behind to see how far he was and seemed to slow down as if you were ready for a hug too. He wrapped his arms around your waist and declared that he caught you.
“You always catch me!” you pointed out. You didn’t sound upset but rather appreciative of the consistency. He was reliable which was something that you needed with a father who was unstable.
“Want to try being the seeker?” he offered.
“No,” you answered breathlessly as he released you. “I like hiding better.”
Chan nodded with a grin. You may not have known it yet, but you were showing behaviors of omega wolves without even knowing it.
“I’ll count down from 20 again,” he said as he turned his back to you.
He could smell you as you took off towards the house, near the tree line. He especially liked when you hid there because it was usually when you wanted it to be the last game, and he always gave you a piggy back ride to the house.
“3…2…1!” he shouted, making sure to raise his voice a little since you’d gone so far away.
He turned to begin walking towards you, taking his time so you’d think you were winning. He zig-zagged through trees confidently as he spent a lot of time in the woods, but when the breeze shifted, he smelled another person nearby…your father.
Chan had only just turned to find him when a bullet whizzed by, hitting the tree to the right of him. He snarled and went to find your father and take the gun away, but he stepped out from his hiding place less than 30 feet away with his rifle aimed.
“My daughter will not be a wolf’s plaything,” he bit as he pulled the trigger again. This time the bullet grazed his arm, and Chan whimpered before turning into his wolf. He needed to hunt you down faster to get you out of the woods and away from your crazy father.
He ran as fast as his legs would take him, and he screamed at you through the bond to start heading to the house. You could sense his fear through the bond, and even though he wanted you to go home, you needed to make sure he was safe first.
You started seeking Chan out in the woods, looking in the trees since he liked to climb. Chan spotted you a few feet away and kept going at full force, stopping only when he was right in front of you.
He breathed a sigh of relief and crouched so you could get on top of him. He could sense how confused you were, but when another shot rang out you fearfully hopped on and let him take you back to safety.
He bolted into the house and brought you all the way up stairs to his room before he moved to the closet to change. The bullet had only grazed him so he quickly wiped it down with a towel before hurrying back to your side. Your breathing was erratic, so he held you in the hopes you’d calm down. You hated loud noises…especially violent ones.
“It was just a hunter,” Chan lied. He didn’t want you to know how horrible your father was. He was certain he’d win him over eventually, and when that day came, he didn’t want you to hate him for trying to shoot him.
“On pack lands?” you fretted. Hunters weren’t allowed past the border as they couldn’t tell a werewolf from an animal wolf. If one was on pack lands, they could hurt a lot of people you cared about.
“My father is taking care of it. Don’t worry,” he promised as he looked around his room for something to distract you. “Want to play scrabble instead?”
You shook your head, your lip quivering as tears fell at the thought of Chan’s dad facing a mean hunter. “Can we go downstairs and wait for Alpha to get back?” you asked. You loved Chan’s dad. You wanted to be there to greet him when he got back.
“Of course,” Chan agreed. He held your hand as you walked down the steps, and he let you lean against him on the couch as he listened in to his father going off on yours through the pack link.
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Present
Chan was curled against your chest, sound asleep. You combed your fingers through his hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead, relieved that he was finally getting the rest he deserved after taking such good care of you during your heat.
Every so often, he’d let out a sleepy hum and pull you a little closer, breathing you in as though your scent was the only thing anchoring him to the world. You could have stayed there forever.
Instead, the relentless ringing of the doorbell shattered the quiet.
With a sigh, you carefully eased yourself out of bed. Changbin and Jeongin still weren’t allowed back at the house, leaving you the only one who could answer it.
“I’ll be right back,” you promised.
Chan only nuzzled deeper into your pillow, replacing you with it as you slipped into a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before hurrying downstairs.
The bell rang another five times before you reached the front door.
“I’m coming!” you called before throwing it open.
Your father stood on the porch; the sharp smell of whiskey and cigarettes hit you immediately.
His jaw was clenched so tightly you thought he might crack a tooth. His eyes swept over you in silence until they landed on the fresh bite at your neck. Whatever little restraint he’d arrived with vanished.
You instinctively raised a hand to cover the mark, but he ripped it away and shoved past you into the house.
“Dad, what are you doing?” you asked worriedly. He’d not stepped foot in Chan’s house in years.
He didn’t answer. His grip around your wrist was bruising you as he dragged you into the kitchen. You fought to pull free, but he barely seemed to notice. One by one, he yanked open drawers until he found what he was looking for.
A knife.
Before you could react, he kicked your legs out from under you so suddenly that you hit your knees hard against the tile.
“No daughter of mine is going to be a wolf’s plaything,” he seethed.
You had never seen him like this. He had always hated Chan…hates what he was, but he’d never laid a hand on you.
You struggled wildly, trying to crawl backward, but he knocked you flat onto the floor and pinned your arms beneath his knees.
Panic consumed you. You had no idea how far he’d take it with how threatening he was acting. You shoved desperately against him, doing anything to keep the knife away, only to realize he wasn’t aiming for your throat. He was aiming for the mark.
“No!” you screamed, terror ripping through your voice. “Stop! Dad, stop!”
The tip of the blade touched your skin, erupting it in flames.
The instant it pressed into the bite, agony tore through your neck. It wasn’t just the sharpness of the knife that hurt. It felt as though he was carving away a piece of your soul, burning away the mark Chan had left behind.
Already, the pain was so overwhelming you were certain it would kill you. Your body convulsed beneath him as darkness crept into the edges of your vision.
He’d only been working for minutes when the metal clattered to the floor.
Your head fell limply against the cold tile. Your eyes squeezed shut as your ears filled with the deafening thud of your own heartbeat, each pulse rattling through your skull.
The first thing you felt was Chan’s gentle hands gathering you into his arms.
The first thing you heard was his voice, over and over again.
“I’m so sorry, little mate.”
He brought you back to bed where he began working to lick the mark. Wolves’ saliva could heal, and he was determined to get rid of the fire burning your skin.
It took longer than normal since the mark was so fresh, but eventually you could open your eyes again. The pain haunted your mark, but you could tell it would fully heal soon. You looked around his room from your father…listened for him to see if he was coming after you again, but there wasn’t any sign of him.
But there was blood on Chan’s shirt. Not much. Just enough to stain the pale fabric across his chest. His knuckles were scraped raw, a fresh cut split across one of them, and his breathing was heavier than usual.
Your eyes slowly lifted to his.
“…Chan?”
He didn’t answer right away, so your heart began to pound.
You analyzed every inch of him in seconds before your gaze drifted back to the blood. It wasn’t his.
“What happened?”
He swallowed hard. “(Y/N)…”
“No.” You shook your head before he could continue, tears already beginning to sting your eyes. “Chan…”
His expression crumpled. “He’s gone, little mate. I had to.”
For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You knew Chan wouldn’t have hurt him unless there had been no other choice. You knew your father had earned whatever fate had found him. But he had still been your father.
A broken sob escaped you as you collapsed into Chan’s chest, mourning the man you’d really lost the day you’d met your mate…the father who had once tucked you into bed, encouraged every dream you’d ever had, and promised you that you could become anything you wanted.
Apparently…anything except a wolf’s mate.
“I kept hoping…” you whispered through your tears, your fingers twisting into his bloodstained shirt. “I thought…if he met our child someday…maybe he’d finally understand. Maybe he’d see how beautiful this is.”
Chan rested his cheek against your hair, holding you tighter. “He hated the pups in the pack too, little mate,” he confessed quietly. “He tried to hunt me when I was just a kid.”
Your head snapped up, the news new to you. “He…he hunted you?”
Chan closed his eyes for a brief moment before finally speaking the truth he’d hidden for years.
“The hunter we ran into in the woods that day…” His jaw clenched. “That was your father.”
Your stomach turned. You felt sick that you could be related to someone so hateful.
“He nearly shot both of us just to keep us apart.”
Every memory of your father and Chan standing in the same room came rushing back.
Every dinner.
Every holiday.
Every conversation where Chan had remained respectful despite knowing the man sitting across from him wanted him dead. He had stared into the eyes of his would-be killer time and time again, not because he had to, but because he’d hoped that one day your father might choose you over his hatred.
“Our pups wouldn’t have been safe around him,” Chan murmured, resting a gentle hand against your stomach.
You covered it with your own. You imagined a tiny wolf pup with Chan’s dimples racing through the pack house on clumsy little paws.
Then your father’s face flashed into your mind. The thought of someone so innocent becoming his target made your blood run cold.
“We need to tell my mom,” you whispered. “She stayed with him through everything. Twenty-five years…” Your voice cracked. “It’s going to destroy her.”
Chan gently brushed his thumb over your mating mark.
“We don’t have to tell her the truth, little mate. We can tell her he crashed his car while he was drunk. She can remember the man she loved…instead of the monster who attacked you.”
His thumb continued its slow, soothing strokes as he pressed a soft kiss against your neck. After a long silence, you gave a small nod.
Your mother had already lost enough. She deserved to remember the husband she’d fallen in love with…not the man whose hatred had grown so deep he would have murdered children simply because they were wolves.
And maybe, someday, she’d find someone kind, someone gentle. Someone like Chan.
You hoped that not knowing the full truth about your father would make it just a little easier for her heart to heal.
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It had started a few days earlier while you were collecting Mingi's costumes after a show. He was getting dressed for send-off as you vented about yet another terrible date.
It was just the latest in a long line of men who wanted something far too serious, far too quickly. You weren't against the idea of a real relationship someday, but right now you were touring with the boys. Every morning meant a different city, every day a packed schedule. You weren't going to meet Mr. Right in Dallas when you'd be waking up in Nashville tomorrow.
At the moment, all you wanted was sex.
"Then fuck me," Mingi had suggested casually as he pulled on his jeans.
"Very funny, Mingi," you'd laughed, dismissing the idea immediately. Sleeping with him felt so far outside the realm of possibility that you couldn't imagine he meant it as anything other than a joke.
"I'm serious," he insisted, crouching beside you to help pack away his shoes. "Don't you think I have needs like that too?"
"Isn't that what send-off is for?" you asked. "To pick someone to hook up with?"
Mingi rolled his eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh as he’d already given you his opinion on that a hundred times before. "You know I don't do that. An NDA is just a piece of paper. It won't stop someone from telling the entire world what happened."
"And what would stop me?" you taunted.
"I'm pretty sure if you were planning to tell the world my dick size you would've by now," he teased as he put the now boxed-up shoes in his costume container.
You shook your head with a laugh and packed the last of his things away. You were about to move the container to the flatbed cart outside his door when he reached for your hand and pulled you to stand in front of him. Your breath caught in your throat as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and gazed at you so softly your heart melted. You wondered if he would try to kiss you…and you were almost disappointed that he didn’t.
"Just promise me you'll think about it, okay?"
You swallowed the flurry of nerves and nodded before watching him lift the container and set it onto the cart with ease. You slapped him playfully as you walked by to head to the charter bus outside.
"What was that for?" he teased.
"For watching me struggle to lift that container like a thousand times and not even offering to help," you called out.
"I'm offering to help now and you aren't accepting it," he taunted with a wink before you disappeared onto the bus.
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You tossed and turned in bed after yet another disastrous date. This one had shown up with yellowed teeth and reeking of cigarettes. You hadn't even been lying when you claimed you suddenly felt sick.
The moment you made it back to the hotel, you tried to get yourself off, but it was hopeless. You wanted to be kissed...to be touched. It had been far too long, and Mingi's words from a few days ago refused to leave your mind.
"Then fuck me."
You groaned into your pillow, rolling onto your back for what felt like the hundredth time. Getting involved with the idol you were assigned to was an objectively terrible idea.
Best-case scenario, you'd get to come.
Worst-case scenario, you'd get fired... without getting to come.
God... what if he was bad?
Despite every reason not to, you let out a frustrated sigh, threw on your robe and slippers, crossed the hallway, and knocked on his door.
When he didn't answer, you almost turned around, deciding his silence was a sign that this was, without question, the dumbest idea you'd ever had.
Just as you started to leave, the door cracked open.
Mingi stood on the other side with tousled hair and sleepy eyes. A pair of striped pajama pants hung low on his hips. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and despite having seen him shirtless...and even completely naked...more times than you could count, it suddenly felt different.
"Hey," he rasped, greeting you with a sleepy grin that made his dimples appear. His voice was so deep it barely sounded human, rough from sleep as he yawned and stretched, the movement just enough to reveal the waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers.
"Fuck... were you in bed?" you asked awkwardly, doing your best to look anywhere except the faint happy trail on his stomach.
"It's three in the morning," he chuckled. "Of course I was asleep."
"Oh, shit!" you blurted, slapping a hand over your mouth. "I'm sorry. Shit... I didn't realize it was that late. I should've texted first or checked the time. I'll just go back to my..."
"Would you like to come in?" he asked with a laugh, stepping aside and holding the door open.
You knew the smart thing to do was apologize for waking him, mumble some excuse about making sure he'd returned his jewelry to the costume bin, and head back to your room.
Instead, like an idiot, you nodded.
Mingi closed the door quietly behind you.
Too nervous to look at him, you let your eyes wander around the suite instead. It was nicer than yours, as expected, with a full kitchen, a living area, and enough space that it felt more like an apartment than a hotel room.
"That lamp is cool," you said, pointing to the corner.
A breathy laugh escaped him. "I guess it is."
When you finally glanced over, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees, watching you with an amused smile as you examined every object in the room rather than admitting what had dragged you out of bed at three in the morning.
"I don't know what I'm doing here," you confessed. You began to pace back and forth in front of him, trying to reconcile with your annoyingly needy body and your brain…although it apparently had gone on vacation.
"Why don't you come sit with me," he suggested, patting the spot beside him on the bed. "Then start by telling me why you're not here." He looked so calm, so completely at ease, that it only made you more nervous.
Still, you found yourself agreeing. Apparently, somewhere in the last three days, you'd completely misplaced your common sense.
With your eyes fixed on the floor, you sat and started listing all the reasons you had not come knocking on his hotel room door at three in the morning.
"I don't need anything work-related from you," you began, staring off with something simple.
"So..." Mingi tilted his head innocently. "You didn't notice that I stole another ring?"
You whipped your head toward him, already preparing to scold him and conduct a search of his jewelry collection, but he threw both hands up in surrender.
"Kidding!" he laughed. "What else didn't bring you here?"
"I don't want to play any video games or watch a movie."
"No?" Mingi asked as he put his arm around you and began working on guiding the robe down your arms. "Maybe we can watch a show," he suggested, pressing a kiss to the first bit of bare skin on your shoulder.
You couldn't help but whimper at the feeling of his lips, but thankfully he didn't say anything about it. "I didn't come here for that either," you sighed, head lolling back when he pulled open the bow. You knew you had nothing on beneath the thin robe and could feel your heart race as you debated whether or not to run back across the hall, and yet you did nothing to stop him. The satin slipped down to your elbows, exposing you to him in ways he'd never seen before.
You avoided his gaze for as long as you could out of fear that he would realize how bad of an idea this was now that you were nude, but eventually he grew impatient and tilted your head to look at him. He was biting his lip and hungrily trailing his gaze from your mouth to your tits and back again. His eyes lingered for just a second too long on the rise and fall of your chest before climbing back to your anxious stare. You shuddered beneath his intensity, unsure how much longer you'd last in this sexual purgatory.
"What else did you not come here for?" he asked as he cupped your cheek. You melted against him with a contented hum and moved a little closer so that his body heat enveloped you.
"I didn't come here to talk," you confessed, nearly cumming at the sound of his low, craving moan.
"Then let's stop talking," he muttered before pressing his lips to yours.
Right away, you moved along with him as if a fire had been lit. You hadn’t been kissed in so long, and you forgot how good something so simple could feel. His lips were soft and feverish, his hands tracing skin.
He was so eager that it wasn’t long before he pulled your thigh over his lap so you could feel more of him. He didn't hold back how pleased he was to have you in his bed, your bare chest against his as your hands explored his back
He moved higher on the bed, pulling you with him until he was leaning against the headboard. His greedy hands found your hips and he began encouraging you to ride him, and since your brain was turned off, that's exactly what you did.
Mingi's moans became breathy as his clothed cock hardened beneath your core. He kissed you harder and palmed your chest. It had been so long since you’d been touched like that, and yet you still needed more.
You rose your hips just enough to tug his pants and boxers down. Mingi unashamedly whimpered when he felt your hand wrap around his cock, and he pulled back to watch as you sank down.
“Fuck,” he groaned as you buried him deep inside you. He was a lot bigger than anyone you’d fucked before, and you fell into his lips for a kiss as you stretched around him.
He reciprocated but began urging you to ride him with firm hands. You listened because you wanted to please him just as much as you wanted to please yourself.
“That’s right baby. Ride my dick just like that,” he hissed as he guided you to move faster.
His words had your cheeks glowing red, and he held your face in his massive hand as though he found it endearing.
“Came over here in just a skimpy robe,” he recalled, his voice thick as sin. “Woke me up from a nice little dream about you.”
You moaned and kissed him through his praises. You couldn’t think straight, let alone speak.
“Wanna know what it was about?” he asked mindlessly as he bit his lip and stared at your dripping pussy.
“Mings,” you squeaked out in response as you held him closer and buried your face against his neck.
“Fuck you sound even better than I imagined,” he groaned as he suddenly changed positions and pushed you beneath him.
The new angle made every thrust sharper. You could feel him in your stomach, could taste the desire to cum on his lips. He sucked on your tongue and trailed kisses to your ear where he left a purple mark.
The thought briefly crossed your mind that someone might notice it tomorrow, but the hot, uneven huffs of his breath against your skin as he moved into you even harder stole away your ability to care.
“I was dreaming about fucking you just like this,” he moaned as his cock thrashed into you. “Dreamt about how perfect your pussy would feel throbbing around me…oh fuck, just like that,” he praised as his voice became higher with need.
“Mings, I’m close,” you whined. You kissed along his shoulder and left tiny marks of your own, careful to stay where his costumes could conceal.
“Of course you’re close, baby,” he cooed. He kissed you softer now, his lips matching his pace that slowed to a gentle roll of his hips that somehow felt even better. “You needed this as badly as I did. And it feels so fucking good being inside you.”
“Mhm,” you agreed mindlessly as your desperation grew tenfold. You matched your pace to his, pressing your hips up each time he fucked down into you. The syncing of your bodies only amplified the burning desire to come.
Mingi grunted as he chased his end, his force slamming the headboard against the wall. You wrapped your legs around his back and held on tight as he drove into you over and over. You’d never been with someone so good at hitting that spot deep inside you that made you want to unravel.
“You’re going to cum baby. I can feel it. Just…fuck…just let go for me,” he begged, sucking your ear between his teeth until finally everything went white.
You crashed against him with a deafening cry. At the same time, Mingi’s cock flooded inside you while his hips stuttered. He kissed your shoulder and neck and ear…anywhere he could with you squeezing him so tight.
The orgasmic high lasted so much longer than you were used to, but eventually your muscles grew weak and your grip loosened. Mingi pulled away just a bit to look down at you with an adorable, dimpled smile.
You gazed up with flushed cheeks, wondering how stupid it would be to suggest that he fuck you again.
When he began rocking into you again your jaw fell open. You’d seen him thrust on stage a million times and had never let yourself wonder what it would feel like to be on the receiving end of his rolling hips.
“Mings,” you breathed as your eyes pinched shut. You were already so sensitive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop him when it felt so good.
He sighed and kissed your jaw and cheeks softly, savoring the way you permitted him to be with you. “I’m not ready to let you go yet,” he admitted. He was only half-hard, but it was enough to keep you on that perfect euphoric edge.
“If you let me go now, then we can do this again tomorrow,” you bargained despite making no attempts to move. You were more than happy to lie beneath him, caged in by his perfectly sculpted arms and thudding chest.
“How about, I keep you here, and fuck you tomorrow?” he suggested with a smirk.
He cocked his brow and pushed into you harder. “There’s nothing serious about this. Just two very attractive people fucking…every day…and every night.”
“Just sex?” you checked, tilting your head to interrupt the map of hickeys he was leaving on your collarbone.
“Just sex,” he agreed with a kiss. “Great sex.”
You smiled into the kiss and pushed him beneath you which seemed to catch him off guard. “If we’re fucking again, I’m on top,” you taunted before guiding your hips along his length.
this was initially a whole story that i got 42k words into and abandoned lol
word count: 4968
As the only water fairy-human hybrid in existence, your human mind could sense things no full fairy ever could...including the location of the hidden lake where the First Waters still flowed. Legends claimed its magic had the power to transform any hybrid into a full fairy.
In the wrong hands, it would become a weapon. The Fairy King intended to use its power to create an endless workforce, stripping fairy-human hybrids of the lives they'd built and forcing them into servitude.
As long as you remained a hybrid, your human instincts could be used to lead him to the lake.
You knew of only one way to ensure that never happened. Become a full fairy yourself. Once your human mind disappeared, so would the only path to the lake. The secret would die with the version of you that existed as part-human.
All you had to do was get through the transformation.
Seungmin carefully uncorked the small glass vial before placing it in your trembling hands. Inside, the potion shimmered like liquid sunlight, threads of iridescent blue and silver swirling together as though it were alive. It was both beautiful and terrifying.
Once you drank it, there would be no turning back.
"First," Seungmin explained gently, watching your expression for any signs of hesitation. He was worried you'd regret your decision to leave behind your humanity. "...your ears will come in. That should happen almost immediately. I've heard it's just uncomfortable rather than painful. After that, your eyes will become brighter, and your skin will grow much more sensitive. It will feel as though you've suddenly developed a thousand new nerve endings. Fairy cells are smaller than human ones, so we're far more attuned to the world around us...and to our element."
You stared down at the shimmering liquid, your fingers tightening around the vial. The last thing you would ever do as a human is taste the glistening drink. You drew in a slow, unsteady breath before lifting the potion to your lips. You closed your eyes and without allowing yourself a second to hesitate, you tipped the vial back and swallowed every last drop.
The potion tasted impossibly sweet, like spring water infused with honey and wildflowers. Warmth spread down your throat and settled deep within your chest, as though magic itself had taken root inside you.
"And then the wings?" you asked quietly, urging him to continue if only to distract yourself from over analyzing every little spark inside you.
He took the empty vial as you tried not to think about the screams you'd heard echo through the castle when the other hybrids had transformed. He gave a solemn nod. "Then the wings."
"Is that...everything?" you asked.
Your legs carried you to the nearest chair before you could stop them. You sank into it, your knee bouncing with nervous energy. Without a word, Seungmin knelt in front of you and rested a reassuring hand on your leg, his thumb slowly brushing back and forth in soothing strokes.
"At some point," he continued, "the soulmate bond will click into place. When it does, you'll be able to hear my thoughts just as I've been able to hear yours."
So much had happened that you'd completely forgotten about the bond. You'd been so consumed by the idea of becoming a fairy that the thought of becoming his soulmate had somehow slipped your mind.
A small, amused smile tugged at Seungmin's lips. Beneath it, you caught something more fragile...hope, maybe.
"See?" he asked softly. "Being my soulmate isn't so bad, is it?"
You let out a quiet, humorless laugh. "When the alternative is the death of thousands of hybrids?" you replied. "No, Seungmin. Being your soulmate isn't so bad."
The words came out sharper than you'd intended, and regret flickered across your face. Your anger wasn't really directed at him anymore...not entirely.
It was directed at everything.
At the Fairy King.
At fate.
At the impossible choice that had forced you to give up your humanity.
And yet, every time you looked at Seungmin, you couldn't help but remember the boy you'd first met in the woods. The one who'd followed you home and stolen you away from your family and unknowingly delivered you straight into his father's plans.
You knew he'd changed, and you knew he'd never forgive himself for what he'd done, but forgiveness wasn't something that happened all at once. It was something you had to choose over and over again.
Before either of you could speak again, a sharp tugging sensation rippled through your ears. You flinched, gripping the edges of your chair as pressure stretched beneath your skin. It wasn't painful...not really...but it felt as though your body was hurriedly reshaping itself from the inside out.
Seungmin kept his hand on your leg, grounding you as he gently tucked your hair behind your ears to get a better look.
"You're okay," he murmured, his voice gentle as he examined them. "They're done already."
You blinked in surprise and reached up to touch them yourself, fingers trailing over the pointy tips. He was right. The discomfort had lasted only a few seconds, fading almost as quickly as it had begun. In the end, it had hurt little more than a sharp pinch.
You drew in a shaky breath in anticipation of what was next. It wasn't long before a violent wave of prickling heat swept across your entire body.
Your eyes squeezed shut as your nails raked desperately over your arms, your neck, your legs, itching anywhere you could reach. It felt as though your skin had been left beneath a scorching sun for days before someone had poured boiling water over every inch of it. Every nerve ending screamed at once.
The instant the thought crossed your mind, Seungmin pulled away.
You stayed curled in on yourself, forcing slow, steady breaths through the lingering ache until the hypersensitivity finally dulled enough for you to open your eyes.
Your gaze immediately found Seungmin again.
At some point, he'd removed the glamour hiding his true appearance, and through your newly awakened fairy eyes, you could finally see him as he truly was.
His skin wasn't glossy or shimmering. Instead, it held a soft, dewy glow that made him look almost unreal, as if he'd been sculpted from light itself.
He was beautiful.
Almost without realizing it, you lifted a tentative hand toward him, your fingertips aching to know what his luminous skin would feel like beneath your touch.
Just as your fingertips were about to brush against him, something else caught your attention. You looked down at your own arm, your breath catching as you realized your pale skin had transformed into a soft blush pink. When you slowly turned your hand over, the light danced across it in delicate iridescent shimmers that hadn't existed moments before.
Beautiful.
"What?" you murmured as you lifted your gaze to Seungmin.
The moment your eyes met his, your heart stilled.
You blinked several times, convinced your newly transformed vision was playing tricks on you, but the sight never faded. A faint golden halo surrounded him, as though the universe itself had decided you might somehow overlook your soulmate if it didn't intervene.
"This one," it seemed to call out. "He's right here. He's yours."
I think she can feel it, Seungmin thought.
The voice echoed clearly in your mind despite his lips never moving.
It should have startled you, but somehow it didn't. Instead, you smiled and reached out, gently resting your hand over his where it lay on your knee.
The moment your skin met his, the halo surrounding him faded away. You no longer needed the universe to point him out. Your heart could be your compass now.
Hi, you thought, smiling up at him.
A shy grin spread across Seungmin's face. Hi.
Your fingers instinctively slipped between his, and you found yourself staring at your joined hands. They fit together so naturally, as though they'd always been meant to. You wondered how you'd never noticed before.
"How are you feeling?" Seungmin asked, studying your face for any sign of discomfort.
"I'm good."
With your free hand, you reached up to cup his cheek. His features were elegantly sculpted, all sharp lines softened by impossibly smooth skin. The moment your thumb brushed across his cheekbone, he leaned into your touch with a quiet sigh, melting beneath your gentle caress.
A fond smile tugged at your lips.
"Let's move to the floor, okay?" he instructed softly. "I don't want you to fall when..."
Before he could finish, a blinding pain erupted across your back.
You doubled over with a cry as it felt like something was tearing through your skin from the inside out. The agony stole the air from your lungs, and before you could collapse completely, Seungmin caught you in his arms and carefully lowered you to the floor.
Your body writhed helplessly against the hardwood as every muscle in your back burned and stretched beyond what should have been possible.
"It's okay," he promised, kneeling beside you.
I shouldn't have let her do this. His guilt echoed through your mind just as clearly as his voice.
"It'll be over soon," he promised, though the uncertainty buried beneath his calm words made your heart ache almost as much as your body.
She's in so much pain...and it's all my fault.
You blindly searched for him until your hand found his, gripping it with every ounce of strength you had as something beneath your skin pushed outward.
The first wing broke through.
A scream tore from your throat.
"Seungmin..." you sobbed, your breaths coming in short, panicked gasps. "Please...please make it stop."
Your eyes squeezed shut as your back stretched around the new limb. Every muscle strained and shifted to accommodate something your body had never been meant to carry, and the sensation was so foreign, so unbearably wrong, that it stole every coherent thought from your mind.
Unable to stay upright, you collapsed into his lap, trembling through sobs.
Somewhere beneath the haze of pain, you tried to remind yourself that you knew this was supposed to happen. You'd watched countless hybrids endure the same transformation, and unlike them, you'd made this choice for yourself.
It didn't bring you any sense of peace. Nothing could have prepared you for what it actually felt like.
"You're okay," Seungmin repeated, stroking your hair with a trembling hand. "Just one more."
I wish there were something...anything...I could do to take this away from her.
"Take a deep breath," Seungmin urged, his voice steady despite the panic flooding your shared bond.
You did your best to obey, dragging in a shaky breath that dissolved into a strangled cry as the second wing tore through your back.
Your entire body arched off the floor, every muscle seizing as your spine shifted to support the unfamiliar weight. It felt as though your bones were rearranging themselves, your body desperately trying to make room for limbs that had never existed before.
Tears streamed down your face.
Seungmin gently stroked your hair, his touch impossibly tender against the overwhelming pain. His heart ached as he watched you suffer, knowing there was nothing he could do except stay beside you until it was over.
"I'm so sorry," he croaked, his voice cracking with guilt.
I'm so sorry.
A fresh wave of nausea rolled through you as the torn skin along your back slowly knitted itself back together around the base of your wings. The sensation was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, a strange, crawling pull that made your stomach lurch. Beneath the surface, you could feel muscles repairing themselves and new ones forming, weaving into your body as it adapted to the weight and movement of wings that had never existed before.
"Slow, deep breaths," Seungmin reminded you gently.
You clung to his voice, forcing yourself to inhale...then exhale. With every breath, the pain eased a little more. The final sensation was oddly gentle compared to everything that had come before, as if an invisible zipper were slowly sealing the last of your wounds. A high-pitched ringing filled your ears before the world abruptly fell silent.
"It's over," Seungmin whispered, his fingers continuing to comb soothingly through your hair.
You stayed curled against him, letting the silence settle around you as the pain slowly ebbed into a dull, lingering ache.
He didn't rush you or ask if you were alright. He already knew.
Every thought that screamed through your mind echoed across the soulmate bond, leaving nothing for you to explain. Instead, he simply continued running his long, graceful fingers through your hair in slow, soothing strokes. The gentle rhythm gave you something to focus on besides the throbbing in your back, grounding you until your breathing finally evened out.
Gradually, the sharp, stabbing pain around the base of your wings faded into a manageable soreness. When you felt confident enough to move, you carefully pushed yourself upright. The unfamiliar weight behind you threw off your balance, and you wobbled for a moment before adjusting to your new center of gravity.
You shuffled closer until you were kneeling directly in front of him, bringing the two of you eye to eye.
"Hey," Seungmin greeted softly, a relieved smile spreading across his face as he looked you over. He could tell the worst of the pain had finally passed.
His fingertips brushed your cheek with impossible tenderness, and the moment they did, your newly formed wings fluttered behind you of their own accord. Heat rushed to your face, and you hid your head in his neck out of embarrassment.
A quiet laugh escaped him. "You're beautiful, (Y/N)." he murmured, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. "So unbelievably beautiful. And...I'm so sorry I put you through that."
Your heart skipped. The soulmate bond was unlike anything you'd ever imagined. It hadn't erased your memories or excused what had happened, but somehow it had washed away every trace of resentment you'd held toward him. Whenever you looked into his eyes now, all you could feel was warmth, comfort...love.
"Say my name again," you whispered.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as though he'd been hoping you'd ask. "(Y/N)."
The sound of your name on his tongue sent warmth cascading through your entire body. You found yourself smiling without meaning to, your gaze lingering on his soft pink lips before another thought slipped into your mind.
"Can I see your wings?"
"(Y/N)..." he sighed, and from his tone alone you already knew he was about to refuse.
You pouted, tilting your head ever so slightly. "Please?"
Seungmin let out a quiet sigh before slipping off his jacket.
Without another word, he turned his back to you and allowed his wings to unfurl."
Your breath caught. You hadn't realized fairy clothing had hidden slits sewn into the back, nor had you known their wings could retract at will. You'd always assumed he'd concealed them with the same glamour he'd once used to disguise his face.
Slowly, you rose to your feet, unable to tear your eyes away.
The wings shimmered with an almost holographic brilliance, refracting the light into shifting rainbows that danced across the room. Every delicate vein and intricate pattern seemed impossibly perfect, as though they'd been crafted from stained glass instead of flesh.
"They're beautiful..." you whispered.
Unable to resist, you reached toward them. Before your fingertips could make contact, the wings vanished behind his back.
Seungmin turned around to find you pouting. "Please let me touch them," you pleaded.
A slow smile spread across his face, equal parts amused and flustered. "You have no idea what you're asking."
"What do you mean?"
He opened his mouth to answer, but before a single word left his lips, the soulmate bond betrayed him. His thoughts spilled effortlessly into your mind.
You caught a glimpse of yourself brushing the back of your fingers along one of the delicate veins in his wing. The touch was barely there, but it was enough to make the imagined Seungmin's head fall back as a breathless, helpless moan escaped him. The sensation rippled through his entire body, his wings trembling uncontrollably beneath your hand.
The vision disappeared as quickly as it had come.
Your eyes widened in surprise, and when you looked back at the real Seungmin, his ears had flushed a brilliant shade of pink.
You blinked, still trying to process the vision you'd just witnessed. "So...wings..." you began slowly.
"Yes," Seungmin admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Heat flooded your cheeks, but your curiosity only grew. Looking into his adoring eyes, you asked once more, "Can I touch them?"
His wings gave another involuntary flutter, betraying him before he could answer. With a bashful smile, he reached forward and gently pulled you into his lap.
"Before we do that," he murmured, his own cheeks tinged pink, "I need to kiss you."
Your heart swelled. You shifted closer until your legs rested comfortably around his waist, your foreheads nearly brushing. "Then kiss me," you permitted.
For a long moment, Seungmin simply looked at you, his expression so full of affection that it made your chest ache. His fingertips traced slowly down your arm before gliding back to rest against your shoulder, each gentle caress sending pleasant shivers dancing beneath your skin.
You let out a quiet sigh, overwhelmed by how natural his touch felt.
It was almost impossible to imagine how he'd endured being so close to you all this time while carrying the soulmate bond alone. You'd only been connected for a matter of minutes, and already every instinct inside you urged you closer, making it feel as though no amount of proximity would ever be enough.
"It wasn't easy," Seungmin admitted, answering the thought you'd never spoken aloud.
His fingers tucked a loose strand of hair behind your newly pointed ear before lingering there, gently tracing its shape.
"But I knew you weren't ready," he continued. "If waiting meant we could have this one day..." A soft smile spread across his lips. "I would've waited years."
"Years?" you echoed, your eyes widening in disbelief.
"Years," he confirmed without hesitation. "Because ever since you came into my life, my heart has felt full."
A warmth blossomed in your chest. "I know what you mean," you whispered.
His hand drifted down until his thumb brushed over the ring resting on your finger. He smiled to himself as he absentmindedly turned it from side to side.
"I was afraid you'd hate me for putting this on you before the Gala," he admitted with a quiet laugh.
You'd almost forgotten you were even wearing it. Somehow, it no longer felt like a foreign object. It belonged on your hand as naturally as if it had always been there.
"Why did everyone keep looking at me like I was weird for wearing it?" you asked.
"Because fairies don't marry the way humans do," he explained.
As he spoke, your fingertips wandered across his face, tracing the elegant line of his jaw before gliding over the curve of his cheek. You couldn't seem to stop touching him.
"Fairies are either soulmates..." His gaze softened as it met yours. "...or they're not."
"You told me soulmate bonds were rare," you recalled.
"They are." Seungmin nodded. "Have you noticed that most fairies don't wear rings on this finger?" He gently lifted your hand, his thumb brushing over the gold and emerald stoned band. "It's tradition. Only soul-bonded fairies wear jewelry on their ring finger. Others can fall in love, choose one another, even spend their lives together...but they aren't truly bound."
Your eyes drifted to the ring. "So...even before I transformed..."
"Yes," he answered with a tender smile. "Even before you became a fairy your heart recognized me before your mind did. That's why the ring wouldn't come off."
You stared down at it, suddenly seeing it differently. It hadn't been a prison. It had been a promise. A pretty one at that.
"I'm relieved you thought it was pretty," he teased. "Being magically bound to a ring you hated would've been rather unfortunate."
You laughed softly, and he intertwined his fingers with yours before lifting your hand to his lips. His expression grew serious. "But we're bound forever." He pressed a gentle kiss against the ring, lingering just long enough for warmth to bloom beneath your skin.
You barely felt his lips brush against your skin, yet the kiss sent warmth blooming through your entire body. He'd been right...fairies experienced everything more intensely. Your wings fluttered excitedly behind you, and Seungmin's eyes flickered toward them, an adoring smile tugging at his lips.
"So that's what makes them move," he teased softly.
You laughed, unable to hide your smile. "Can you kiss me now?" you asked impatiently. You needed to know what it would be like.
His expression softened. "I'll kiss you every day for the rest of our lives," he promised. Then he closed the distance between you.
The moment your lips met, the rest of the world seemed to melt away until nothing existed beyond the steady rhythm of your synchronized heartbeats. His hand cradled your jaw with reverent care, his thumb brushing your cheek as though he were afraid you might disappear if he held you too tightly. The kiss was impossibly gentle, yet it swept through you like a tide, pulling you under until every thought, every breath, every feeling belonged to him.
When your lips parted just enough to breathe, a quiet, needy sound escaped him, and something deep inside you answered without hesitation.
For the first time in your life, you felt completely awake.
Your fingers slipped into his hair while your arms wrapped around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. No amount of closeness felt like enough. You wanted to lose yourself in the warmth of his embrace and stay there forever.
"Seungmin..." you breathed as his lips brushed teasingly against yours once more.
His forehead rested against yours as a breathless smile spread across his face. "I would've waited centuries just to hear you say my name like that."
Your heart was still racing when you finally pulled back for air. You blinked in confusion, only then realizing the room around you had changed. The living room was gone, and you were sitting on the edge of Seungmin's bed.
Your eyes widened. "How did we...?"
"We portaled," he answered with a soft smile, his lips trailing gentle kisses along your jaw.
You let out a quiet, breathless laugh. "I didn't even notice."
"I know," he murmured against your skin.
You'd been far too lost in him to care about anything else.
As he drew back, his wings unfurled once more behind him, catching the light in a breathtaking display of iridescent color. They were even more magnificent than before...large, crystalline, and almost holographic as countless tiny diamond-shaped patterns refracted the light into shifting rainbows.
Without thinking, you glanced over your shoulder.
Your own wings were just as beautiful, though their patterns were different. Where his were made of delicate diamonds, yours were adorned with graceful swirling designs that flowed across the translucent membranes like artwork painted in light.
Curiosity got the better of you.
You carefully reached back and brushed one of the circular swirls near the base of your wing with the tip of your finger. A shiver rippled through your entire body. Your breath caught as your wings quivered involuntarily behind you.
Seungmin immediately steadied you, resting both hands on your shoulders as an amused smile spread across his face. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying...and failing...to suppress a laugh.
"I..." Heat rushed to your cheeks as you realized you'd essentially just touched yourself in front of him. "I wasn't expecting that."
"Mmm." Seungmin bit his lip, a knowing smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Now you understand why I wouldn't let you touch them."
His wings remained extended behind him, almost as if he were deliberately keeping them just out of your reach.
"Can I...?" you asked quietly.
He answered with a gentle kiss before giving a reluctant nod. Slowly, he folded his wings forward until they hovered near his shoulders, offering them to you.
Despite how eager you were, your hand trembled as you reached toward them. You hesitated just before making contact, suddenly terrified of hurting him.
"It's okay," Seungmin reassured you, his voice soft and patient.
Taking a steadying breath, you brushed the back of your fingers against the outer edge of one wing.
The reaction was immediate. A breathless whimper escaped him as his head fell against your chest. His wings quivered beneath your touch, and his hands instinctively settled on your waist, holding on as though you were the only thing keeping him grounded.
You quickly withdrew your hand, concern replacing your curiosity.
"Was...was that okay?" you asked.
Okay? His incredulous thought drifted across the soulmate bond before he could stop it. A thousand fireworks just exploded through my body, and you're asking if it was okay?
Your laughter rang through the room like the chiming of tiny bells.
Unable to resist, you leaned forward to try again.
Before your fingers could reach him, however, Seungmin let out a shaky laugh and retracted his wings completely.
A frown immediately crossed your face.
"Was it not good?" you asked, your voice laced with worry.
His eyes fluttered open, still dazed as he searched for the words.
"No," he breathed with a helpless smile. "It was...far too good. I don't think I've ever felt anything like what you just made me feel."
"Then why pull them back?" you asked, worry creeping into your voice. "Did I do it wrong?"
Seungmin slowly shook his head, still looking completely dazed.
"I've never felt anything like that before," he admitted with a quiet laugh. "Nothing has ever felt as incredible as what you just did."
A proud smile spread across your face.
He reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear before letting his hand linger against your cheek. "But tonight," he said softly, "I just want to hold you."
His gaze searched yours, warm and affectionate. "And If I let you touch my wings again..." A shy smile tugged at his lips. "I'm not sure I'd have the self-control to stop us from going too far."
You tilted your head, unable to hide the playful smile that formed.
"And would that really be such a bad thing?"
An amused laugh escaped him. Before he could answer, an echo of your earlier kiss slipped across the soulmate bond...your breathless sighs, the way you'd whispered his name against his lips. The memory wasn't intentional, but it was enough to send heat rushing to your cheeks.
You buried your face against his shoulder with an embarrassed groan.
"For tonight," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, "let's just be together."
An image of the two of you naked and cuddling filled his mind. You wondered if laying together meant something different for fairies, but you were suddenly more than happy to forgo touching his wings.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
You nodded.
Seungmin smiled before capturing your lips in another lingering kiss. A gentle snap of his fingers echoed through the room, and the magic dissolved your clothes as effortlessly as a breeze lifting flower petals. When the kiss finally broke, neither of you could stop your eyes from wandering.
You'd once teased Seungmin for looking too slim to be strong. Now, you realized just how wrong you'd been.
His build was lean rather than bulky, every line of muscle defined beneath smooth skin. His shoulders were broader than you'd ever noticed, his frame graceful yet undeniably powerful. Your gaze drifted lower before your courage abandoned you, and you quickly looked back up at his face, your cheeks warming.
So...big, you thought before you could stop yourself.
A grin spread across Seungmin's lips. Thank you, he replied, thoroughly amused. Although...didn't you once tell me, "It's not the size of the wings...it's how someone uses them?"
A mortified groan escaped you. You'd completely forgotten he could hear every passing thought when you were human. Your face burned so brightly that Seungmin laughed and lifted the back of his fingers to brush them lightly across your chest. You whined and met his gaze just as he cupped your cheek.
"Cute," he murmured.
You huffed in embarrassment before looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer until there wasn't an inch of space left between you.
With a quiet thought, your wings folded away, disappearing beneath your skin. Seungmin's did the same before the two of you eased back onto the bed together, instinctively curling around one another as though you'd already spent a lifetime learning how you fit.
The room fell silent.
After everything that had happened, neither of you had the energy to speak. Wrapped safely in each other's arms, you simply listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat until your eyelids grew heavy.
Just as sleep began to claim you, his voice broke the silence.
"I love you."
The words weren't a confession. They were simply the truth. A truth your newly bonded heart had already known.
"I love you too," you whispered, nestling closer against his chest as sleep finally found you both.
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Your friends thought you were crazy for your curiosity about vampires, but you couldn't help it. How could you not wonder what made them immortal? How could you not imagine being bitten by one after the stories you'd heard of the pleasure it brought?
The bouncer checked your ID and gave you a red wristband before permitting entry. "Red is for humans, white is for vampires," he informed you as he opened the door.
You wanted to ask if it was red for blood and white for death but decided not to. The last thing you wanted was to accidentally offend a vampire before even making it inside. Instead, you nodded and took your first steps into the club.
The first thing you noticed was the darkness. You could barely see more than a few feet in front of you, forcing you to weave through the packed crowd before finally reaching the bar where the air was at least slightly easier to breathe.
The bartender looked up. "What can I get you?"
"A Bloody Mary," you answered, deciding it felt strangely appropriate for a vampire bar.
You weren't entirely sure he'd heard you over the pounding music, but he nodded without hesitation and immediately began mixing the drink.
When he returned he set down the Bloody Mary along with a shot. "First time here?" he asked, looking surprisingly human despite the white wristband that clung to his skin.
"That obvious?" you laughed as you sucked down some of the drink.
"You seem a little... tense," he observed, his eyes flicking to the white-knuckled grip you had on your bag.
You glanced down in surprise. You hadn't even realized how tightly you'd been clutching it. Embarrassed, you loosened your fingers and flexed your hand, wincing as your aching knuckles protested from being clenched for so long.
"I've never met a vampire before," you confessed. "My hometown is really small and close-minded about non-humans."
"But you're not," he pointed out.
You smiled that he'd noticed your willingness to give vampires a try. "You used to be human once, too. I just can't fathom thinking that you'd be so different that we couldn't just get along."
"We do drink blood, little human," he reminded you as you both turned to watch a man in the corner tilt his head to allow a vampire to drink from him.
You couldn't look away from it...
The man gasped and held the vampire closer, eyes falling back as she sucked from his neck with needy moans. She pulled away after only a few seconds, but the man hadn't had enough. He kissed her gently and exposed his throat again, urging her to take more which she happily did.
"The vamps won't bite you unless you want it," the bartender explained as he took away your empty glass.
"Why would anyone want to be bitten?" you questioned in awe.
He smirked and leaned in, eyes trailing from your chest to your throat in such a way that you couldn't help but feel the tension. "The better question is, why would anyone not want it," he whispered as he inched forward a little more. You impulsively moved towards him, briefly wondering if he would bite you, but just as the thought crossed your mind, he eased back with a cocky lift of his brow.
Your breath hastened and you dizzily thanked him before downing the shot and stepping into the crowd before he could see how embarrassed you were. You had come here primarily to observe vampires and maybe chat with one, but after just one conversation, you were shamefully turned on.
You danced your way into the crowd, eventually melting into it and becoming just another human enjoying the music. It felt mostly like being at a regular club except that couples were sucking each other's necks instead of making out.
One vampire, in particular, eventually caught your attention. His lips brushed against a woman's throat, lingering just above her pulse, but instead of sinking his fangs into her skin the way everyone else was with their human companions, he slowly traced the line of her neck with the tip of his tongue. Every movement was pure sex, and throughout it all, his firm gaze never left yours.
A slow smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he pressed a final kiss beneath the woman's ear and murmured something to her. She glanced back at him with a knowing smile, then turned to meet your eyes. Without a word, she started walking toward you.
You swallowed hard and looked around to see if she could be heading for anyone else, but all the other humans nearby were either wrapped up in their own conversations or tucked into the arms of vampires.
"Yunho would like to see you," she said simply as she passed before disappearing into the crowd.
Your eyes found him again almost instantly, and you realized he was still staring as if he'd never looked away. You hesitated for a second, but your feet began moving before you could fully decide whether it was a good idea to answer a vampire's call or not. You felt compelled to go to him.
When you finally reached him, the first thing you noticed was his height. He towered over you with an effortless sort of dominance, forcing you to tilt your head just to meet his eyes. Up close, he was devastatingly handsome in a way that felt almost unnatural...as though beauty itself had been sharpened into a weapon.
His skin was flawless porcelain, pale enough to make the dim lights of the club seem warm against it, while his lips were stained a rich crimson that looked permanently kissed by fresh blood. Every feature was impossibly precise: a sculpted jaw, high cheekbones, dark eyes that held the quiet promise of violence beneath their calm surface. You were entranced by him.
"I've never seen you here before," he pointed out, as if he had a catalogue of former patrons cycling through his mind.
Before you could answer, his cool fingers slid beneath your hair, sweeping it over one shoulder with effortless familiarity. The touch was gentle, yet it was clearly meant to keep you rooted in place. His gaze drifted slowly along the exposed line of your neck as his fingertips traced your skin, searching with practiced precision for that pulse point he was so familiar with. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth once he found it.
"You've never been bitten," he observed, sounding almost intrigued. "Not once."
"There are no vampires in my hometown," you told him. "I came here to find out what vampires were really like," you admitted, the words stumbling out far less confidently than you'd intended.
It was becoming difficult to think with his hands resting against your skin. His touch was impossibly cold, sending a chill racing down your spine. If not for the crush of bodies and the suffocating warmth of the crowded club, you were certain you would've shivered beneath his fingertips.
"We're just like you," he said dryly, the words dripping with sarcasm as he echoed the slogan the vampire delegate, Hongjoong, had repeated every time he appeared on television.
You caught the flicker of contempt that crossed his face before he could hide it. "You don't believe that," you realized.
A humorless smile ghosted across his lips. "We may have once been human," he said quietly, "but we've evolved into something far greater." As he spoke, his thumb traced a slow path along your neck before gliding beneath your jaw. The gentle pressure coaxed your chin upward before you even realized you'd moved. "It would be an insult to my kind to pretend we're equals with our prey." His gaze lingered on your face, a dark lust in his eyes. Then, after the briefest pause, the corner of his mouth lifted. "Even when our prey is as beautiful as you."
"Prey?" you echoed, swallowing hard as images of foxes chasing rabbits flashed through your mind.
"You sound surprised." Amusement flickered in his crimson eyes. "Surely you knew we drink blood."
"I do." You frowned. "But... aren't you supposed to bite and release now?"
The government's Bite and Release campaign had been impossible to escape. Every commercial, every billboard, every interview insisted the same thing: vampires fed responsibly, took only what they needed, and always let their donors walk away unharmed.
"Mhm," he answered lazily. "That is what we're supposed to do."
Every hair on your body stood on end, and you instinctively tried to pull away for fear of what he might do, but Yunho's grip remained firm. You whimpered as he tilted your head farther to the side, exposing more of your neck despite your futile attempts to resist. His razor-sharp fangs hovered just above your skin, and you squeezed your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the bite.
When his lips brushed your neck instead, a startled gasp escaped you as your fingers instinctively clutched the front of his shirt. A relief so overwhelming that it made your knees weak flooded through your body. It felt ridiculous that a simple kiss could bring such comfort after he'd spent the last minute convincing you he was about to sink his fangs into your throat, and yet that was exactly what had happened.
As you finally exhaled and caught your breath, Yunho inhaled deeply, his grip tightening around your waist as he pulled you flush against him.
"I want to fucking tear you apart," he rasped against your ear, his voice rough enough to send a chill down your spine. "I want to sink my fangs into your throat and drain every last drop from you while you beg someone to save you."
You couldn't speak. Every instinct told you to pull away, but you knew it would only make his grip tighten. He was stronger than you by an impossible margin, and if he truly wanted you dead, there wasn't a single thing you could do to stop him.
"I could throw you over my shoulder right now," he imagined, his voice low against your ear, "and have you back at my place before anyone even realized you were gone." His hold on your waist tightened as he let the thought linger between you. "No one would be able to stop me."
You choked on a breath.
"Fuck," he breathed. "You'd make a beautiful corpse to add to my collection."
You began to hyperventilate, body freezing against him. Yunho was a killer...the top of a fucked up food chain with only two species...vampire and human...predator and prey.
He slowly dragged his tongue along your throat, a low, satisfied sound escaping him as his fangs barely skimmed your skin. "Fear tastes good on you, bunny," he murmured.
"B...bunny?" you stuttered, curious where the name had come from.
"Mhm," he hummed, dragging his tongue along your throat once more before turning you to face the crowded room. His hands settled on your hips as he held you against him. "You're just a little, helpless prey," he murmured. "Like a bunny."
Your frantic gaze swept across the club, desperately searching for anyone who might notice the fear written across your face, but every person around you was lost in their own conversation, dance, or embrace. No one even spared you a second glance.
A breathy sigh escaped Yunho as he pressed closer from behind, one hand flattening against your stomach while he rocked his hips against you as if to simulate fucking you. "See, bunny?" he whispered near your ear. "No one's coming to save you. I can do whatever I want to you."
You began to tremble as your life flashed before your eyes. Your friends had been right all along about vampires. Your town had known better than to let them settle within its borders. You'd never have children, earn that promotion, or see the rest of the world.
You were going to die here. Yunho was going to kill you.
"But the bartender said..." you began, voice shaking so badly you barely recognized it. "He said you wouldn't bite me unless I wanted you to."
"I haven't bitten you yet, bunny. Have I?" he murmured as his hand slid over your chest to the curve of your throat.
A shaky gasp escaped your lips, and you quickly shook your head, tears spilled over despite yourself. Yunho brushed them away with gentle kisses, each one accompanied by a quiet hum of satisfaction.
"You don't have to pretend to be afraid, bunny," he whispered, the corners of his mouth curling into a knowing smile. "I can tell you're enjoying being played with."
"I'm not pretending," you insisted, your voice trembling despite the conviction behind your words.
"Mmm." A smug smile tugged at his lips. "Then why are you grinding against me, bunny?"
Your stomach dropped. Only then did you realize you'd been unconsciously matching the slow rhythm he'd set, your body responding on instinct while your mind had been consumed by panic. The moment you forced yourself still, Yunho let out a low chuckle.
"Aww did I embarrass you?" he teased. He released you just long enough for you to stumble forward before curling a hand around your wrist and leading you toward a secluded corner lined with leather booths. As he approached, the surrounding vampires and humans alike scattered as though it were a ritual for him to claim this exact booth for this exact reason.
"Are you tired of dancing?" you asked, lip quivering from the fear that this isolated corner was an even more dangerous place to be than the crowded dance floor.
A quiet laugh rumbled in his chest. "You're quite ignorant of the lack of limitations for vampires, aren't you, bunny?" His crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as you blinked back dumbfounded. "Vampires don't get tired," he added.
Before you could process that, his hands settled on your waist as he effortlessly lifted you, guiding one of your legs over his hip until you were perched against him.
You tried to sit taller if for no other reason than to avoid the embarrassment of him realizing you were wet, but he yanked you down and assisted in rolling your hips up and down his clothed length.
"Mmm. See?" A smug smile tugged at his lips as he felt the warmth your body had betrayed you with. "You're not afraid." His thumb traced a slow circle against your hip before his gaze lifted to yours. "Or maybe," he murmured, "fear is exactly what turns you on."
"I'd have to be really fucked up to be turned on right now," you breathed, your cheeks flushing despite yourself.
"And you are, aren't you?" he taunted as a devilish smile spread across his face. "Just a frightened little bunny that wandered straight into my trap."
His eyes never left yours as he reached for the button of his jeans, undoing it with a slow confidence before tugging the waistband lower.
"Someone will see," you warned, your voice barely above a whisper as you glanced behind you.
Amusement flickered across Yunho's face. "So you're not opposed to bouncing on my cock," he mused. "You're only opposed to doing it in public?"
Your face burned. Only after the words left his mouth did you realize what you'd actually implied. You hadn't told him no. You'd only told him not here.
"Besides," he continued as he adjusted his clothing and nudged your underwear aside, "vampire bars are very sex-forward."
Before you could think of a response, he guided you down onto his length with agonizing slowness, his gaze fixed on your face as he gradually buried himself inside you. He watched for every twitch of pleasure or pain, every breath held before a whine released.
Your head instinctively fell against his shoulder to muffle a louder moan threatening to escape, but Yunho caught your chin and gently tilted your face back, exposing your throat to him once more.
"I want every little pervy human in this room to watch you fuck me," he murmured. "And when you're finally ready to come..." His lips ghosted over the pulse in your neck where he inhaled deeply as if smelling your blood just beneath the surface. "You're going to beg me to bite you." His thumb lingered beneath your jaw, keeping your gaze where he wanted it. "Understood?"
You were too busy raising and dropping your hips to answer, but one firm grip of your hip had you replying in seconds. "Yes. Yes, I will beg," you conceded shamefully.
"Good, bunny," he murmured as he loosened his grip just enough to let you ride him.
Yunho leaned back against the booth and simply watched you, his crimson eyes never leaving your face. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your lips parted while every shaky breath betrayed just how overwhelmed you were. One hand remained wrapped around your waist, steadying you while he permitted you to control the pace, allowing you to decide how quickly or slowly you moved.
You started slow, achingly slow, but quickly built the pace up, listening for his words of approval which became motivation to keep going. He may have been a killer, but he was a killer you wanted to please.
The sound of approaching footsteps drew your attention, and you reluctantly opened your eyes. The same human whose throat he'd licked earlier had wandered over, wearing a hopeful smile as she started to slide into the booth beside him and reach for his bicep.
Before she could touch him, Yunho turned his head and let out a low, warning hiss.
You both froze at the unfamiliar sound, but then the woman let out a startled squeal before scrambling away into the crowd without another glance.
When Yunho turned back to you, the hardness in his expression had softened ever so slightly as his eyes searched your frightened face. For the briefest moment, you wondered if maybe he wasn't as terrifying as you'd convinced yourself he was.
The thought vanished the instant he hooked his fingers beneath the straps of your dress and plucked them down until the fabric pooled around your waist.
Your breath caught. Before, everyone could only assume what was happening inside the booth. Now he'd left you completely exposed.
"Yunho, I need clothes," you protested, instinctively trying to cover yourself.
"No," he replied with an unyielding smirk, catching your wrists before you could hide yourself from him. "I've lived for a hundred and seventy-six years, and you're the most beautiful human I've ever laid eyes on." His gaze lingered on you with shameless admiration. "If I want to watch your tits bounce while fucking me, I think that's a privilege I've earned."
"But..."
"Go on bunny. Hop," he teased as he thrust up and into you, earning a sharp whine.
You caught his shoulders for support and forced your aching legs to keep moving. Your thighs burned with exertion, and your throat had grown raw from the countless moans and breathless cries of his name. Even though he filled you more deeply than anyone ever had before, it wasn't the sensation of his cock drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
It was the anticipation of his bite.
His fingertips had already settled over the place he'd chosen on your neck, lazily tracing your pulse as though committing it to memory. Every gentle caress made your cunt throb around him, made you desperate to be used in the ways you'd heard about.
You tilted your head further, giving him more room and hoping he'd take the hint. Yunho noticed, but merely pressed his thumb deeper into your throat. "Beg."
Yunho's gaze drifted from your helpless face to the unsteady rise and fall of your chest before returning to your eyes, a frustratingly controlled smile playing at the corners of his lips.
In a raspy voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "Bite me."
"Was that a request," he taunted, "or a plea, bunny?" His thumb traced your pulse once more as he spoke. "Because if you remember, I told you to beg."
A quiet whimper escaped your lips. The desperation clawing at your chest embarrassed you almost as much as the realization that you wanted to give in.
His grip tightened just enough to draw you closer until your chest was pressed flush against his. He kissed slowly up the length of your neck, each lingering drag coaxing another shaky moan from your lips before he finally reached your ear.
"Beg, bunny," he urged, his voice barely a whisper; his words cool against your skin. "I know you can."
Your heart twisted painfully in your chest as your fingers slipped into his hair, holding him against the very spot you'd silently offered to him.
"Please, Yunho," you whispered, your voice breaking. "Please... bite me."
"What was that? I couldn't hear you over the music," he teased.
You grunted in frustration, and he spanked you for your defiance. With a yelp, you squeezed him closer until you were nearly swallowing his ear. "Bite me. Please, Yunho."
"I'd love to," he began, as you eagerly tilted your head more for him. "But I'm just not sure you want it badly enough."
You could've cried from how desperate you were. In fact, you did cry. Tears began to steam down your cheeks as you pleaded with him to give you the pleasure you'd earned...the pleasure he'd promised. "Yunho, please. Please you promised to bite me. Please bite me."
"Good bunny," he praised as he kissed your pulse point.
You drew in a sharp breath, instinctively bracing yourself as his lips pressed to you. The instant his fangs pierced your skin, a startled gasp tore from your lips, your fingers tightening around him as the unfamiliar sting stole the air from your lungs.
You could feel your pulse quicken beneath his lips, each heartbeat sending fresh warmth toward the wound as though your body had willingly surrendered itself to him. Soft, satisfied hums vibrated against your skin while he drank, the sound sending an unexpected shiver down your spine.
You weren't afraid anymore.
Instead, you wrapped your arms around him and held him as close as you could, silently urging him not to stop...not yet...not ever. If he wanted more, he could have it. In that moment, you would have given him every last drop.
It wasn't anything like the stories you'd read. The bite hurt like hell, yet the growing lightness spreading through your body left you strangely detached from the pain. As your thoughts blurred and you surrendered yourself to him, an intoxicating emptiness settled over your mind, making you crave the moment to last just a little longer.
Yunho began rolling his hips against yours, and you immediately realized that everything had changed. Every movement felt heightened, every brush of his length inside you sent a sharper sensation through your body. A breathless whine escaped your lips as your arms tightened around him, your body instinctively falling into the slow rhythm he set.
The orgasmic peak was unlike anything you'd ever experienced. It didn't hit all at once the way it usually did; rather, you were edged into a high that seemed to never end. You spilled onto Yunho and kept spilling over and over again. Your laps were soaked, and still, he continued to suck.
He sucked until you were breathless, until the music faded and the partygoers disappeared one by one. He sucked until you were limp in his arms, your body capable of little more than trembling with each lingering wave that rolled through you. He sucked until the bartender tapped his shoulder, and only then did he finally raise his gaze to find the room behind you completely empty.
Only then did he finally stop drinking.
He pressed a lingering kiss to the twin marks on your neck before trailing gentle kisses along your jaw until they found your lips. He tasted faintly of blood, and somehow he felt warmer than he had before... or perhaps it was you who had grown cold.
You kissed him back for as long as you could, but the little strength you had left quickly abandoned you. Your body gave in, and you slumped against his shoulder, too drained to hold yourself upright.
"I'm tired," you mumbled through a yawn as your arms slipped around his neck, instinctively seeking the comfort of his embrace.
Yunho's entire body went rigid, as though he'd never expected you to cling to him so willingly. The surprise lingered for only a moment before he relaxed, wrapping an arm securely around you as he rose to his feet. Your legs remained wrapped around his waist, and without another thought, you kissed his neck.
"Where are we going?" you murmured, your eyes never opening. You weren't sure you even cared where he was taking you, but the question escaped on impulse.
A quiet chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I nearly drank you dry because you tasted so good, bunny," he confessed, adjusting you higher against him. "Did you really think I was just going to let my perfect prey walk away?"
"You... you're keeping me?" you asked sleepily, more curious than frightened.
He nuzzled against your bite mark, kissing it gently before answering, "I have no intention of biting and releasing you, bunny. You're mine now."
“Yours?” you echoed, the idea sounding strange on your tongue.
“Mhm,” he hummed with a kiss to your temple as he lulled you to sleep.
“Another one for the collection, boss?” a familiar voice called as they held open the door for Yunho, though you were sure he could’ve gotten it himself.
“Not this one,” he replied quietly, as if not to disturb you from nearing sleep. “This one is going to be my pet,” he informed him before speeding off to take you to your new home.
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Your family vacation had started normal enough. Your dad had spent the day complaining about how hot it was, and your mom had gotten you ice cream to cool off. The chocolate was dripping down your hands, making them all sticky, but you didn't mind. It tasted better than any ice cream you'd ever had, and you thanked her for the treat as she snapped a photo of you with your face covered in your mess.
She laughed and told you about her plans to take you to the beach later, and you nodded along eagerly until the last bite of the cone was gone. "Why don't you go wash up before we leave?" she suggested.
You agreed and hopped out of your chair to run off to the bathroom. You'd just gotten tall enough to reach the faucet yourself, so you ran back and forth between the paper towel dispenser and the sink until no more ice cream was left.
"All clean!" you called as you pushed open the door, only to find a little boy standing outside waiting patiently for his turn. You stopped when you saw him staring, transfixed by his wide golden eyes that glowed like diamonds. He reached for your hand before you could even say hello, and you giggled happily at him because it tickled where he touched.
"Mate," he announced to anyone who could hear, smiling a dimpled smile at the sound of your laugh.
"I don't think I know that word," you confessed, eyeing him curiously. "I'm (Y/N)," you told him. "What's your name?"
"Chan," he answered. "I'm your mate."
"Like a pirate?" you asked, drawing the conclusion from the only place it made sense.
"No. Umm...my momma can explain it better than me. Come here," he urged as he pulled you towards her.
His mom was a kind-looking woman with soft features and a bright smile. She was wearing a pink shirt, and since pink was your favorite color, you liked her right away. When you approached, she crouched down to talk to Chan at his level. "Who do you have with you, honey?"
"My mate," he informed her just as he'd told you. "But umm...she doesn't know what that means."
She looked between the two of you in awe. "Chan, are you sure she's not just a friend?"
"Yes momma," he replied in certainty. "She's my mate."
"How do you know, honey?" she asked.
"Tickles when we touch," he answered as if it were the greatest thing he'd ever noticed.
"It tickles?" she repeated.
You nodded in agreement, not wanting her to think he was lying. "His hand makes my hand feel fuzzy," you explained as Chan nodded along.
"But momma, I don't know how to tell her what a mate is. Can you please help me?" he asked politely.
You both waited for her definition of the word, but your parents came over before she could tell you.
"Sweetheart, we've been looking everywhere for you!" your mom fretted as she pulled you into her arms and away from Chan.
He growled and yanked you back like some weird game of tug-of-war. Your mom looked afraid, but you didn't want your friend to scare her. "Say you're sorry to my mommy," you ordered him with a pout.
Chan took a deep breath and mumbled, "Sorry," with his head hung low.
You were pleased by that and turned back to his mom. "What's a mate?"
Your mom nearly choked at your question, and she tried to grab you away again. Chan nearly bit her, so you calmed him down by squeezing his hand tight. "It's okay. She's my mommy. She's nice," you assured him.
"I think we should have a talk," his mom suggested to yours. The grownups moved just far enough away that you couldn't hear them while Chan got you another ice cream using his allowance. He didn't get one for himself so you offered to share. He seemed happy with that and you took turns giving each other bites.
Every now and then your mom would look over with watery eyes while Chan's mother gently nodded. She held her hand, and you wondered if they were becoming friends too.
"Do you like to play?" Chan asked.
You turned to him with an excited smile, ready to share all of your favorite things. "Yes! I play swings at the park, and my mommy and I draw hopscotch outside."
"There's a park by my house with a tire swing! I can show you if you want," he offered.
"I can't," you told him. "My mommy is taking me to the beach later and then we have to go home tomorrow."
Chan wasn't happy with that answer. He was pouting with puppy dog eyes when he asked, "Where do you live?"
"I don't know," you answered honestly. "It's cold though, and we got here in a plane!"
Chan was even less pleased to know that you lived far away.
"Hi sweetie," your mom said as she approached the table. She knelt down just like Chan's mom did. "Do you like your new friend?" she asked while fighting back tears.
You nodded eagerly, happy that everyone was getting along now. Even Chan seemed okay with sharing your attention as long as he could hold your hand. "Chan is my best friend now! He got me ice cream!"
She sucked back another cry and went to talk to your father. Whatever she said didn't go over well, and he shouted about "interspecies relations" before storming in, and taking you away from Chan. He fought for you, but your dad ignored his claws on his calves and carried you outside.
"Let me go!" you begged, trying to squirm free. He ignored your pleas and buckled you into your seat before slamming the car door shut to take you away. Despite your mom begging him to listen, he roared the truck to life and took off.
You cried for Chan and turned to watch him disappear down the street as your father drove away, your chest aching the more he disappeared. Your mom shouted at your father to turn around, but he didn't listen...not until you passed out from the pain of being away from your mate.
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16 years later
Chan was like a heater behind you. Every night since you'd met him he'd refused to leave your side. When you were kids that meant separate sleeping bags and a chaperone, but now that you were adults he held you tight, refusing to allow even an inch of separation.
The meaning of mates changed over the years too.
At first you were told it meant you were destined to be best friends. When you became teenagers and the hormones hit, they finally told you it meant you were in love. When you both became adults, Chan finally confessed the truth...it meant all of those things and so much more.
"Channie," you sighed as you wrapped his arms closer around you. "Baby it's time to wake up."
"Mmm...5 more minutes," he groaned as he nuzzled against your neck. It tickled a lot when he kissed on that particular spot. He confessed why the same night he told you what being mates really meant. That sensitive place on your neck was meant to be marked when your heat came. It would signal to everyone that you were Chan's and that he was yours.
You'd laughed a little when he told you. The entire town already knew you as Chan's human since his family had to get special permission for you and your parents to live in the wolves' community. Many knew you as his mate even before learning your name. Still, the thought of being claimed by him in that way was enough to turn you on.
"Little mate, whatever you're thinking about..." he hissed through his teeth and kissed your throat. "I'm going to need you to think about something else unless you want the whole house smelling your sweetness."
"Sorry," you mumbled as you turned to face him. "I'm just so curious what it will be like."
"Mmm, you're thinking about your heat again?" he yawned as he kissed your forehead. You'd woken up most days lately curious about the unknown.
"Back in school, some of the girls said I couldn't have a heat because I'm a human," you reminded him, watching his features twist in frustration at your classmates for upsetting you. He'd already known what they had said, of course, since he'd noticed your mood shift no more than 5 seconds after he came to collect you from class.
"It's been studied for centuries, little mate. You'll have a heat because you're fated to be with an Alpha. It doesn't matter if you're human or wolf," he promised, soothing your nerves with his reassuring words.
"Maybe it'll come today," you mused eagerly.
Chan chuckled and stroked your back at the sight of your pout. "You'll show signs before it arrives, little mate, and so far you've done nothing out of the ordinary."
"Are you sure?" you asked with a disappointed sigh.
"Very," he answered confidently. "And when you show even the tiniest hint of your heat approaching I'm throwing I.N. and Changbin out. You deserve to be comfortable during your heat and free to do whatever you want."
"Whatever I want?" you hummed as you ran your hand down his chest towards his cock. You knew it was hard since you'd felt it earlier, but Chan stopped you from traveling too far south.
"We promised to have breakfast with your parents this morning," he reminded you.
You rolled over with an exaggerated groan. Not only had you forgotten about the meeting, but you also would've rather had breakfast with anyone other than your father. He hated Chan which made you want to protect him and that made Chan jump to protect you...it almost always ended in a fight.
"If you stay on your best behavior, maybe I'll reward you later," he teased as he hopped out of bed to get dressed, his cock pointing straight out.
"And if I'm bad?" you taunted as you bit your lip and crawled towards him, tongue already reaching out to lick up the little dribble of pre-cum on his tip.
He let you have it, and you made a big show of moaning at the taste and looking up at his flushed cheeks. It was a credit to his self-control that he pulled away before you could sink down on his dick. "If you're bad I'll have to punish you," he warned. You smirked as Chan often threatened such things, but had never acted on it.
He didn't even point out your disbelief in him. You both knew each other so well by now that whatever argument he came up with would've ended in a wrestling match with you pinned to the ground as he rocked into you...panting against your neck and licking your mating gland...
"Little mate," he huffed as he shook his head. He couldn't get his pants on since he was still hard...and he was still hard because you were still turned on.
"Is being horny all the time a sign that my heat is coming?" you asked as you tried to think about anything completely sexless.
Unsalted butter...
Tomato soup...
Eggs...
Fertilized...
Bred...
Fuck.
"It's not a sign of your heat," he promised. "It's just a sign that you've found your mate, and your body trusts me to take care of it."
"Well I found you over a decade ago and never felt like this until recently," you reminded him as you plopped onto the bed. You and Chan had been an anomaly in the wolf community...not only because you were a human, but because most mates didn't find each other until their hormones kicked in. You were already in the history books for being the youngest pair to ever find their match.
"It's normal to get like this when it's close, little mate," he muttered as he kissed your shoulder and sat beside you. You leaned into his chest to inhale his scent. It always calmed you down...just like the nickname he started calling you when you were just 13 years old when everyone grew a foot overnight except for you. Even for a human you were exceptionally short at 5'1".
You took a few deep breaths of his familiar scent and felt him zip his trousers shut once you'd calmed down. Your bodies were so intertwined by now that he was calm when you were calm and when you weren't, neither was he.
"I know you're stressed about this breakfast, little mate, but it'll be good for us. It may be your last time to see them before you're marked."
"My dad is going to be awful," you complained, though your feet were moving to the closet to pick out a dress.
"Probably," Chan agreed. "But your mom will be there."
"I guess so. At least that means we'll have cookies tonight," you said, trying to look on the bright side of this whole thing. Your mom always brought a fresh batch with her since baking was her favorite thing to do.
"I hope it's oatmeal," Chan joked as you appeared from the closet with your dress hanging off your shoulders and a look of disgust.
"Now who's on bad behavior?" you joked as you turned away to let him zip your dress up.
"Are you going to fix your hair?" he asked.
You ran your fingers through it and grabbed your purse off the wall. "Come on. Let's get this over with."
Chan laughed and took your hand to follow you down the steps. Changbin and I.N. were so invested in a video game that they didn't even notice you leave. Chan, as always, opened the car door for you, and you climbed in and buckled your seatbelt before he could give you another safety speech.
The diner was only a short drive away, and you arrived just on time despite stalling for as long as you could. "(Y/N)!" your mom called when you walked in. You turned with a genuine smile for her and extended your arms to hug her tight. It wasn't her fault your father was so racist against the wolves.
She turned to Chan to hug him too and admired how tall he'd gotten. "You must've grown 6 inches since Christmas!" she gawked.
"7," he shrugged bashfully. It was cute how he always wanted to impress your mom.
Your father still hadn't said a word and was looking over the menu with intense detail even though you'd eaten here many times. You sighed and sat down beside him before Chan could. He often tried to limit your contact with him to keep the peace.
"Once you two have babies they'll be as big as horses!" your mom joked.
You grinned and held Chan's hand. He'd always been so eager to have a family with you.
"She's not marked yet so they ain't having no fucking babies," your father mumbled, clearly drunk already.
"Dad," you snapped. Chan brushed his thumb across your hand, an obvious reminder to let it go, but you found it hard to put up with your father's obvious distaste for your soulmate.
"Larry, don't go starting with them already," your mother warned. "Chan has done nothing but protect our daughter and love her. There are many worse partners out there than a wolf."
Chan smiled softly at the way she always defended him. You took a deep breath, hoping the argument would be over. Unfortunately, your father wasn't in a mood to be civil.
"Yeah well they don't have to rub it in our face, do they? They walk around blasting their relationship to the world knowing that the only things humans know about wolves is how they fuck," he seethed as he looked at you and Chan then to your hands connected on the table. "I'm sick of pretending like I'm okay with my daughter being a moon whore. I'm going home."
Chan stood to follow him out, likely to smack him for saying such a thing, but your tears kept him in place. You always took priority over everything...even shitty fathers.
"He doesn't mean that, little mate," Chan murmured softly, desperate to calm you down.
"I'm sorry sweetheart. I thought he'd be ready this time," she apologized pitifully while watching your father stumble out the door and light up a cigarette. This exact interaction had taken place a dozen times before, and yet, each time hurt just as bad as the last.
"I don't think he'll ever respect us, Mom," you told her. You were sick of being put in a position to choose between going off on your dad or letting him tear apart your mate...or letting your mate tear into his throat. You knew Chan would win that fight.
"Why don't we make plans to do breakfast together next week?" Chan suggested. "Just us 3?"
Your mom smiled and nodded as she hugged him goodbye. You knew she had to get your father home before he pissed off a wolf without as much self-control.
"I love you, sweetheart. You too Chan," she said as she fought back tears. "You keep our girl safe," she added as she waved goodbye. "Oh and there are snickerdoodle cookies under my seat!" she called out.
Chan retrieved them and turned to thank her with a wave. "It's not oatmeal," he said.
You tried to put on a smile, but felt too drained. "Can we go home now?"
Chan nodded and you nearly ran from the restaurant to escape the nosy glances of the patrons who'd overheard everything in nearby booths. It wasn't like wolves were a secret, but your father had been right about one thing...
Humans only knew about their sex lives.
The wolves had tried time and time again to educate humans on more of their cultural norms, but insanely great sex was the only thing that stuck. Therefore, you preferred to be around the wolves instead of the humans. But since your father refused to step foot on pack lands now, you and Chan traveled just beyond the border to meet and accommodate him.
"I'm proud of you," Chan said just as he pulled into the driveway.
"For what?" you asked. The car ride home had been silent as you both replayed the words spoken by your father.
"You kept control of yourself instead of lashing out at him," Chan pointed out. "You didn't stoop to his level."
You supposed he was right about that. "I'm rewarding myself with a cookie for breakfast," you decided as you marched into the house.
Changbin and I.N. looked up right away, welcoming you home in unison. "Good morning, Luna."
"Are those cookies?" Changbin asked, eyeing them hungrily.
"Does that mean you saw your parents this morning?" I.N. realized.
"Yes and yes," you answered them as you popped open the container. "You can each have a couple but save me a few, okay? I earned them," you offered, watching in amusement as they hopped up from their gaming chairs to fight for first dibs.
Chan snagged one out of the tupperware, too, before sealing it shut much to their dismay. They whimpered like hungry puppies as they begged for more.
"You've had enough," Chan warned them in a low growl.
They backed away to return to their game while murmuring apologies. Once seated Chan turned back to wipe a bit of cinnamon off your chin. "I suppose you deserve a reward for your good behavior," he muttered as he leaned in for a kiss.
You kissed him gently, but backed away, suddenly not interested in sex. "Can we just take a nap instead?"
Chan looked at you curiously. This morning you'd been ready to fuck him in every which way, but now that didn't entice you at all. "Are you tired, little mate?"
You nodded and hugged yourself to his warm chest, nuzzling against his heart with a kiss. "I'm sleepy, Channie."
He rubbed your back for a bit and swayed with you in the kitchen until you nearly fell asleep standing up. You felt him sink down to swipe your legs out from under you, and you trusted that he'd catch you.
He cradled you all the way to bed and promised to return quickly. You reached for his hand and begged him to stay, so he did.
He kicked off his shoes and crawled into bed to allow you to snuggle him. Chan felt so cozy, and you found it easy to relax with his hand stroking your back. The door to the house shut and you briefly looked up through your lashes at him for an answer.
He kissed your forehead and answered softly, "I told Changbin and I.N. to leave for a bit."
You blinked slowly as the news caught up to your tired brain, but eventually you grinned lazily at him. "My heat?"
"Mhm," Chan hummed. "It makes you tired so you have the energy to make it better once it comes."
"And then what happens?" you pondered with another yawn as you sunk deeper into his embrace.
"Then, you'll nest which you've sort of been doing your whole life anyway," he teased. "You used to make our tree houses comfortable with a dozen pillows, and even though this was meant to be the Alpha's quarters, it's covered in floral pink curtains and fuzzy blankets."
You hadn't realized how much you'd done to make this your place, too, until he pointed it out. Everything from the scallop trim shelves to the orange zest scented potpourri on the nightstand. The entire place had your name on it.
"And after that?"
Chan smirked as he leaned forward, his words hit against your ear as he answered, "And then you'll have a desire to fuck so strong that only your mate can satiate you. You'll be horny for days, desperate to have my cum fill your sweet pussy...desperate to be bred."
"Chan," you whined as you squirmed from the need growing between your legs.
"And once you're begging for it, I'll give you my knot," he vowed as he took your earlobe between his teeth.
You gasped and clutched his chest, too tired to give in but too awake to put a stop to it. "Will it hurt?" you asked. You'd only been told that a knot was a huge bulb of his seed. The definition you'd been given was much more scientific than the sexy version Chan described.
"No, little mate. It won't hurt," he promised, much to your relief. "In fact," he continued, "it will feel so good that you won't be able to stop cumming. You'll be in pure bliss for hours, wishing it would never stop."
You smiled sleepily at the thought. "Maybe when I wake up, I'll finally be in heat," you imagined as you neared your dream state.
Chan exhaled, wrapping you in his familiar musk and brushing your hair from your face. "Maybe you will," he muttered just before you fell asleep.
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When you woke up, you realized that in your sleep you'd somehow ended up tangled with Chan. Your leg was hooked over his hip and he had one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand held you close to his chest. You inhaled deeply and whimpered as his familiar musky scent filled your lungs.
Chan had always smelled good to you, but this morning he was absolutely delicious. You spotted a sweet dribble of sweat on his neck, and licked it up before you could rationalize what you were doing.
"Channie," you whined as the flavor filled your taste buds, deepening the need for him.
"5 more minutes," he begged, as you tugged on his shirt, fighting to take it off. His hold on you was too strong, though, so you gave up and went back to kissing his neck and running your hands up his chest. Chan was so perfectly built. He was the ideal alpha, and the most suitable mate for any omega...and yet, he'd chosen you.
Love bloomed in your chest as you recalled the first moment you saw him. Chan had known right away that you were meant to be with him, and every day since had been a perfect whirlwind of adoration and gentleness. Chan supported you, and he challenged you. He never made you feel like a human among wolves. You were the future Luna, and he made sure everyone knew that.
"Baby, whatever you're thinking about is making you smell extra sweet this morning," he praised as his eyes fluttered open to your flushed cheeks and lips parted in gasps.
You hadn't even realized that you'd been riding his thigh until he squeezed your waist to try to get you to calm down. You couldn't though. It was like a match had been lit and the firework finally exploded.
You looked helplessly at him, words replaced only by lewd, desperate sounds as you came in your panties.
Chan inhaled deeply, taking in your scent perfuming the air with a satisfied hum that vibrated the entire bed. You trembled from the pleasure still coursing through you and tugged at his shirt again.
"You're in heat," he informed you as he laid you down beneath him while pulling his shirt over his head so you could access more of his dampened skin. Chan was hot already, and you held his sides while kissing his abs one by one before licking straight up his chest.
"You taste good, Channie," you praised as you sucked on his salty shoulder, leaving behind a sizable hickey.
"Your mind is so empty right now isn't it little mate?" he cooed as he discarded your dress and the rest of his clothes. Neither of you was in the mood to be patient. You'd waited long enough.
"Just want you Channie," you pleaded, catching sight of the sun filtering through the window. You realized you'd slept for an entire day, which meant you had ample energy to do with Chan as you pleased.
"How do you want me, little mate?" he rasped as he kissed along your mating gland to your ear, teasing you just to earn pretty gasps. "Do you want me rough? Do you want me to carry you around all week after I show you how hard I can fuck?"
You bit your lip and shook your head.
"No?" he cocked his brow as he kissed across your breasts. "Maybe you want me to tie you up and edge you so that when it hits, it's like a bomb going off in your pussy."
Your heart raced at the thought, but still, you shook your head.
"Maybe you want it doggy style, hmm? Want me to fuck you from behind like the wild animal I am?" he taunted, as he kissed across your thighs and spread them apart.
"Is that what you want baby? To feel like a real wolf?" he asked as he licked a stripe through your core.
"No," you squeaked out, hands twisting in his hair as your hips began to ride his face. His warm tongue was flat and eager to lick up all of your slick.
You almost complained when he replaced his mouth with his fingers, but you'd forgotten how amazing he was at using those. His claws dug into your thighs as two fingers fucked you, curling inside while the thumb flicked your clit.
You arched off the bed screaming for more and less all at once, but Chan never let up.
"I know my little mate so well," he promised as he sucked your clit, riding his tongue over the swollen bud. "Of course my little mate doesn't want it rough. She wants me to make love to her, to show her how happy I am to be fated to be hers," he began when your toes started to curl. "My mate wants to kiss me and look at me when I knot her for the first time," he continued when words abandoned you. "Because my little mate has my whole heart, and she deserves to know what that means," he muttered just as you came on his fingers, body relinquishing to him for the second time tonight.
Chan kissed back up your body, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever his lips lingered. All the while he kept his fingers working you through it, never letting you fully come down. You knew he could tell how high you were, though, when he gazed down with the softest smile.
"You look so beautiful," he praised before kissing you gently. You looped your arms around his neck and savored the way he loved you better than anyone had ever been loved before.
"My mate," he moaned against your lips when your cunt throbbed around his fingers again, already desperate for more. "Little mate," he groaned as he aligned his cock with your cunt.
Your hips rolled up and down his length, and Chan pulled back with his lips parted in a needy whimper to watch. You were desperate to feel him. It was as though this were the very first time.
Chan held your hand and brushed your palm back and forth, inhaling when it moved one direction and exhaling when his thumb moved to yours. You matched his breaths and opened your eyes to meet his loving gaze. He playfully brushed your noses together, smiling when yours wrinkled from the tickle on your skin.
"I love you so much," he vowed, pausing as if to ensure you were ready.
"I love you too, Channie," you promised just as he filled you.
Your jaw dropped as he sank in deeper than you'd ever felt him. Chan kissed your cheeks and temple as if to apologize, but the feeling only made your heat crave more.
With an inhuman strength, you pushed him beneath you and began to ride him. Chan was shocked and fumbled to get his hands back to your hips, as you bounced on his cock. You bit your lip and watched him crumble beneath you with sweat beading on his forehead.
He had a mini orgasm, but you knew it wasn't the end...it wasn't the knot that your heat desired. You rode him until your thighs ached, until every muscle in your body was pleading for a break.
Chan thrust up into you, probing your cervix each time and drawing pained cries from your lips. It hurt...but only because you weren't bred yet. It was a relief when you felt his knot first try to penetrate you.
"Oh fuck," Chan groaned as he threw his head back. The veins popped in his neck, and you found yourself wrapping your hand around his throat to get his attention again.
"Little mate, I need to...fuck I need to mark you," he reminded you in a breathless voice.
You'd nearly forgotten about the mark. You slowed your pace to a steady roll of your hips and allowed Chan to sit up against the headboard. You didn't even notice that it had splintered from how eager you'd been.
"When I mark you, the knot will fit," he promised as he kissed the same spot where he'd sworn to bite you. "You'll be mine."
"I've always been yours," you reminded him as you tilted your head to the side. "It was fated."
Chan smiled against your skin and sank his canines into your throat, seeping his sweet venom into your blood and marking you for all to see.
You squeezed him close, eyes falling back at the euphoria flooding through you. His bite was matched only by his knot which finally squeezed inside, stretching you more than you thought capable.
Chan tried to pull away, but you urged him to stay still as you bounced on him again. You couldn't move much with his knot inside, but it was enough to make him moan against your skin, vibrating you from the inside out.
You cursed but kept going. Chan began rubbing your clit as his other hand palmed your ass. Your heat was dulling, and you knew instinctively that it meant he was close.
You tore him from your neck and planted your lips against his, ignoring the taste of blood on his tongue in favor of his plump pillowy lips. He never let up on your clit, and he spanked you once and then twice, noticing the way you twitched each time.
You pulled back to catch your breath, and while pressing your forehead to his, both exhaling heavily from the effort, you finally came. His eyes locked onto yours and it was like every star in the sky shone inside you...every flower bloomed.
You kissed Chan the moment it hit, desperate to share the warmth with him. He groaned and guided you to lie down as his cock flooded through every crevice within you. You couldn't help but smile.
All you felt was joy.
Chan looked happy too.
He cupped your cheek and got lost in you the same way you got lost in him. You traced the features on his familiar face as if learning them for the first time, and when he kissed your fingers the tingles you'd learned to ignore over the years ignited again.
"Mate," you grinned, eyes sparkling in pride at the alpha before you.
"Little mate," he replied before kissing you again as love flowed through you.
"San! Fuck right there!" you screamed out. The bed was rocking beneath you, the headboard crashing against the wall.
"Fuck (Y/N)," he groaned. "You gonna come for me?"
"Yes, yes!" you shouted.
Outside, someone knocked on the door. You turned to San with wide eyes, and he quietly instructed you to take off your shirt. You listened and tossed it to the ground as he pulled his off too. He crawled beneath the sheets and pressed you beneath him, setting the scene up perfectly.
"I'm going to have to kiss you," he warned. "He won't believe we're having sex if we're not even kissing."
You bit your lip and eyed the door again, watching as the knob began to turn. You quickly pulled San in for a kiss, one hand holding his neck as the other intertwined with his fingers. San (while clothed) began grinding against your core beneath the sheets. It felt too good for what it was, and you moaned just as the door opened.
"Seriously (Y/N)?" Jay complained. At one point in your life, he'd been everything you wanted...until he cheated on you. Now, you were out for revenge...and that started with making him believe you were fucking the captain of the rival soccer team.
"Jay! Get out!" you screeched, trying to sound surprised at being caught.
"You're embarrassing yourself...you know that right? San is a fucking man whore and now everyone knows you're a slut who will give it up to the first guy who looks at you," he spat before slamming the door.
Your lip quivered as you took in his words, but San cupped your cheek and looked down so adoringly you almost mistook his kindness as genuine. "Don't listen to him."
You shook your head and pushed San away as the first tears fell. You didn't want him to see you cry. "He's right," you croaked out. "I was so worried about getting back at him that I didn't think about how I'd look to everyone else."
"What do you mean?" he asked as he redressed himself.
"San, you know you have a reputation for hooking up with lots of women and being a player. I should've known what people would think of me."
San didn't answer for a moment and instead handed you your shirt. Once dressed he pulled you to stand and took your hand. "Come on."
"I can't go out there, San. Everyone is probably talking about me."
"Do you trust me?" he asked softly, eyes pleading with you to believe in him.
You took a deep breath and nodded before letting him guide you out to the party where your ex's friends whispered behind your back while eyeing you like a joke. San's friends slapped him on the back and congratulated him on yet another conquest. You weren't sure which group was worse.
San pulled you to dance with him and you looped your arms around his neck while trying to avoid everyone's stares. You couldn't help but overhear a distasteful comment now and then, but San tilted your gaze back to him. "Eyes and ears on me, okay?"
You nodded and did your best to focus on him.
"We play their team tomorrow," he informed you in a low voice.
"So I guess this will all be over then," you realized. San only agreed to help you to get Jay off his game during the match.
"I wouldn't do that to you. You deserve more than to have everyone believing you're just another hook-up," he explained.
You furrowed your brows and tried to guess what he had in mind. It was impossible though because San didn't seem to be who you had thought he was at all. He was sensitive and thoughtful and not at all the playboy dick everyone perceived him to be.
"Wear my jersey to the game tomorrow," he suggested.
"To distract Jay?" you asked, wondering if it would be necessary with how thrown off he already was since he'd walked in on you two.
"No. To show everyone that you're mine," he breathed. "I've never let someone wear my jersey before. It'll show how serious we are...it will make sure nobody thinks poorly of you for having fucked me..." he smirked before adding, "...or fake fucked me."
Your stomach was a bundle of nerves at the thought of showing off his claim of you. What would people think?
"And then after we win, you can be my date to the victory party," he grinned cockily.
"And how do you know you'll win?" you laughed.
"Because I never lose," he answered cheekily before spotting something over your shoulder. A frown formed on his face, and he tried his best to hide his annoyance, but you noticed it too fast. You turned to see what had caught his attention and found Nikki grinding on Jay, his hand on her waist and his lips on her shoulder.
You turned back to San before you could make it evident how upset you were. Of all the people here he could've danced with, he chose the person he had used to cheat on you.
"He's just trying to repair his ego," San whispered. "He's hurt because he saw us together."
"I just don't get why I was never enough for him," you sobbed, hiding your face in San's chest so nobody could tell you were crying.
"Honestly, (Y/N), I think he felt like he wasn't enough."
You couldn't believe what he was saying. You wiped your face and pulled back to question how he could even justify something so ridiculous.
"He's the captain of a soccer team and has a thousand friends," you argued.
"And he's failing out of school and has no goals in life apart from winning whatever game is next," San reminded you. "He has his father's money to get him by for now, but what happens when he's cut off?"
"Well, I never even had money to begin with. And my friends are so great they fucked him the second they got the chance. Not to mention I'm about as athletic as a wet noodle," you fought. You'd felt so lucky to have Jay that you couldn't believe San only saw the bad in him.
"And yet you're top of the class," he reminded you with a proud smile. "You're fearless in standing up for people, and you have strength in your morals...which is something I admire. And as for your friends...they failed you, (Y/N), not the other way around...and so did Jay."
Your instincts were to fight back about how Jay was better, but San was making you realize that might not have been true. You held back the urge to combat his words and kissed his cheek instead.
San blushed and smiled down at you with adoring sparkles in his eyes. "What was that for?"
You shrugged shyly, unsure how to explain it. "For being the only friend to not fail me."
San understood exactly what you meant. He pulled you in closer and danced to some sappy slow song with you as others began leaving the party. None of the players wanted to stay out too late given that the game tomorrow would be a ruthless one.
"You have to get to bed soon, don't you?" you asked, realizing that only Jay and a few others remained.
"Not before walking you home," he offered.
You agreed.
"I'll be right back," he promised before hurrying up the steps to his room. You waited by the exit for him, nodding politely to other players as they left.
Jay pulled Nikki towards you with a firm grasp of her ass. She giggled and smacked his hand away as she stumbled outside. Jay stopped in the doorway and huffed out a laugh. "It's going to be fucking hilarious when the only thing San scores is my sloppy seconds."
Your cheeks burned and the tears stung again, but San was at your side in seconds with his arm flung over your shoulder protectively. "Sloppy seconds? Is that your new team name since you lost possession of the ball eight times in the last game?"
Jay clenched his jaw and looked so close to punching San that you prepared to pull him away. Instead, he got in his face and threatened him. "Watch your back tomorrow San. On and off the field."
He turned around to Nikki who was waiting by the steps for him. He yanked her in for an aggressive kiss before they staggered down the sidewalk together.
"You okay?" San asked, pulling your attention away from their fading silhouettes and towards his concerned gaze.
"Yeah," you lied, trying to ignore the curious glances from the rest of the partiers. "Can you take me home now?"
"Of course," he answered softly. He held your hand and walked quietly beside you. The night air was chilly, but his presence made you feel warm. Once out of sight of the party you tried to separate from his grasp, but he squeezed you tighter.
"You don't have to pretend anymore. Nobody's around to see," you reminded him.
He shrugged and whispered, "Just in case."
You couldn't ignore the way your heart raced this time. You'd set aside how attractive he was for so long, but it was impossible to pretend you didn't see it now...especially since it was night and he was walking so close while refusing to let go of your hand.
When you made it to your dorm, he finally handed over what he'd gone to retrieve...his practice jersey. The name Choi in the back was enough to make you anxious. Wearing this would mean showing off that you'd chosen San...even if it was all pretend to get back at Jay for cheating.
"Are you sure?" you asked him. San had only agreed to this arrangement to make Jay play badly. You couldn't understand why he'd sacrifice getting laid just to protect your reputation.
"It'll look better on you anyway," he grinned playfully. "I have to get to the field early to warm up, but I'll meet up with you after, okay?"
You forced a smile and nodded. Inside, you were a bundle of anxiety. You weren't sure what the outcome would be with such a dramatic move as wearing someone else's jersey. Then again, you could guess... Jay had always had a bit of a temper.
"Goodnight," San said before kissing your temple and stepping back to let you head inside.
You were dizzy trying to reconcile the campus playboy with the one who had spent the night making you feel better. You'd been told so many things about him and yet none of them appeared to be true. He was sweet, and he seemed like someone you would've tried to date for real under different circumstances.
You closed the door behind you and watched him linger in front of your building before ultimately deciding to head home.
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You got to the game early as you always did when you were with Jay. You liked getting to pick a spot right out front where he could see you cheering him on when things got rough. The biggest difference, though, was that Jay never gave you his jersey. You'd always begged him for it as all the other girlfriends wore their boyfriends', but he had been adamant that the tradition was stupid.
So when you got to the bleachers and saw Nikki in his jersey, it made you sick. His last name was spelled across her shoulders, and Jay was already there to catch the jealousy in your eye. Only, you weren't the jealous one. You may have been hurt that he hadn't let you wear his jersey the way he let Nikki, but you no longer cared about Jay at all. In fact, you were starting to see him for who he was... a lying, egotistical jerk who had thoughtlessly given the next girl something you'd begged for.
Jay's nose flared as he stormed over, glaring at you with an envious spite. He'd cheated on you, and yet he was the one angry you were there with San's name on your back.
"What the fuck are you wearing?" he shouted, catching the attention of everyone else on the field.
"San's jersey," you answered, your voice shaking in fear of what he'd do. Jay had never been very good at emotional regulation.
"What did you do, steal it? Wanted a jersey so bad you had to fucking take it out of his laundry?" he snarked.
Before you could answer, San approached to interrupt. "No, she didn't steal it. I gave it to her," he corrected, his tone cool and collected in the face of a scathing Jay.
Jay just laughed maniacally. "You expect me to believe you rolled over and gave your jersey to her because she let you hit it once? Does every girl on campus have one of your jerseys then?"
"It's not really any of your business why I gave it to her. Don't you remember that you cheated on her you pathetic piece of shit? And all you've done since then is insult her for moving on. So why don't you go back to your new girl and leave her the fuck alone."
Pride bloomed in your chest. San had stood up for you in a way you were never able to do for yourself. You didn't feel so awkward in his jersey anymore and instead stood tall. If anyone's name had to be on you, you were glad it was his.
"Maybe I wouldn't have cheated on her if she was a better lay," he bit, going for the low blow since all else had failed.
The words were like a slap in the face. San turned to catch the hurt in your face, and then twisted back to Jay with a clenched fist.
"San, no!" you shouted just as he tackled Jay to the ground. He punched him over and over again. The two brawled on the grass cursing the other out as San defended your honor and Jay fought to destroy it. It took both of their coaches to finally pull them apart. Jay stood with bloody gashes on both cheeks and his jaw, while San bled only from his busted knuckles.
"You two will be pulled out of the game if you keep this up, understood?" San's coach shouted.
He hung his head apologetically and mumbled, "Yes sir," as Jay spat the blood out of his mouth onto San's cleat.
San ground his teeth but didn't fight back. He knew the aggression would be better suited for the game. Jay's coach pulled him over to their bench to bandage him up while San leaned over the fence, trying to make up for the worry in your face.
"He deserved it," he said before taking off to do some practice shots. He ran backwards on his way there and called out with a dimpled smirk as if everything were magically better already, "Knew my jersey would look better on you."
Despite how nervous you'd been to see them fighting, you couldn't help but smile at the compliment. "Better make sure you win! I don't want to be wearing the losing team's jersey," you joked.
San laughed and kicked in a practice shot right to the upper corner. Jay gargled some water and spat it to the ground, still suffering from one of San's blows. Nikki tried to comfort him, but he shrugged her off and stormed away.
He never came back. Eventually, there were just ten minutes left until the game, so you decided to grab a snack from the concession stand. You'd only just walked over when you spotted Jay talking to a guy who clearly wasn't a player. They laughed together and Jay pulled out his phone and appeared to send a message or something to the guy who confirmed he'd gotten it.
It was really strange, but then again, Jay had a million friends. You assumed this was just another one of those people he never bothered to introduce you to and moved along to grab a soda and popcorn before heading back to your seat.
San flashed a winning smile at you when he saw you return to support him. You waved and laughed when he blew a kiss, feeling so happy to have someone so perfect representing you.
The ref blew a whistle to signal the beginning of the game, and all the starters joined him on the field. You recognized the ref right away as the guy Jay had been chatting with and watched them wink at each other.
Your blood ran cold.
Jay had warned San to be careful off and on the field...and you were sure he'd rigged it somehow to make him pay for being with you.
"San!" you shouted, your voice drowned out by the sound of cheers as the game began. Jay immediately slide-tackled San, going for his ankles rather than the ball. San got tripped up and fell but stood back up right away, urging the ref to call a foul.
"It was clean," he lied as Jay took off down the field. He attempted to score but missed, and San brushed off the hit by regaining control of the ball. He dribbled it all the way down the field as three of Jay's teammates went after him. He'd just kicked the ball in when someone shoved San to the ground. Another even kicked him once he was down.
This time San's coach called for a red card to be given, but again the ref declined any issue. You felt sick to your stomach. They weren't going to stop until he'd broken a leg or an ankle.
You were determined to find proof that Jay had rigged the game and began going through social media sites. On Instagram, you scrolled through his friends list but found nobody resembling the man. On TikTok, Jay only followed two people...Logan Paul and the Arsenal team page. On Facebook, you found no correlation between the two, and you began to wonder if you'd just been seeing things.
San scored again and you clapped wildly for him, determined to support him the way he deserved. He smiled your way as his teammates celebrated with him. You let yourself believe for a second that the complete adoration in his eyes was real.
"You can just Venmo me back later," someone behind you said as they sat down with a bunch of snacks, offering half of them to their friend.
It was as if something clicked and you pulled out your phone to check the app for Jay's recent history. It was there that you found proof of what you'd suspected...a payment from @JaytheGOAT to @WhistleBlower69 with a soccer emoji in the payment title. And sure enough, when you clicked the profile, the ref's image came up.
"Coach!" you called out. "Coach!"
He looked around in confusion as to why anyone would distract him during a game, but finally marched over when he saw the concern in your face. "You okay?"
"Coach! I think Jay rigged the game. He paid the ref to..."
San's yell took you both out of the conversation. He was lying on the ground holding his wrist as the game played on around him.
"Bring your phone down here," the coach called out while shouting for the ref to do something before ultimately calling for a timeout.
He ran out on the field to get San and tapped in Jisung to replace him for now.
"Me?" he asked in shock.
"Jisung get your ass out there before I change my mind," Coach warned him.
Jisung sprinted out to the field and joined right in as San settled on the bench holding his wrist to his chest.
Coach called over the medical services on site, and they began looking at San as he turned to you. "Now, what were you trying to show me?"
You explained to him the transaction you'd found, and the coach called yet another timeout. Jay's coach seemed frustrated by the constant intrusions, but then San's coach urged you to follow him across the field. You obeyed and marched right past Jay to his coach who awaited the news of the cheating taking place right under his nose.
"Jay!" his coach called upon seeing the proof.
"Yes sir?" he asked, pretending not to know about what had happened.
"Turn in your jersey. You're off the team."
"But coach..." he tried to argue, but the second he caught a glimpse of your screen he knew he was done for.
"And you'll be the one explaining to your teammates why they're having to forfeit the rival game this year," he spat as he blew his whistle to call everyone over.
"Fucking snitch," Jay cursed, but neither coach was up for dealing with his behavior. His coach called over security to escort him off the field before apologizing to you and San's coach.
They continued talking about a casual makeup game as you made your way back over to the bench where San was sitting with his wrist wrapped.
"Doc says it's just a sprain," he explained. "Care to tell me what happened out there?"
"Turns out Jay cheats at more than just his relationships," you sighed as you held his good hand. "I'm sorry you got hurt. I should've never involved you in my stupid revenge scheme."
"Hey...I was just as happy to fuck with Jay as you were. He deserves it," San reminded you. "But I hope you realize now that you deserve better than that."
"I do," you said quietly before turning to face him. Your heart was pounding and it felt like you'd turned into a pretzel inside but you still managed to tell him, "I think I deserve someone like you."
San's eyes twinkled as you spoke. It was as if he'd never heard anything better. "Yeah?"
"Yeah," you agreed as you inched closer to him.
Despite his hurt wrist he pulled you closer and pressed his forehead to yours. Usually, you weren't interested in public displays such as this, but San took away your ability to think clearly.
"I'm not the douchy man whore everyone thinks I am," he confessed. "It's a nice reputation to have as a guy leading a group of guys, but it's not me."
"I know," you told him. Even if you'd had no reason to believe that everyone was wrong, seeing how sincere he was made you doubt all the rumors.
"I let a few people stay in my dorm when they were too drunk to get home, and I was too drunk to get them back. I'd never..." He shook his head as if he couldn't believe people would think so lowly of him. "I'd never take advantage of anyone when they were fucked up."
"San," you cooed, brushing his cheek with your thumb. "I know you're different than everyone thinks."
He looked up through his lashes at you, eyes soft but surprised by how easily you'd believed him. "How?"
"I'm pretty sure a man whore would've tried to actually fuck me last night," you joked, recalling his smile as he jumped on the bed to make the springs bounce.
"I didn't want our first time to be during some petty revenge on Jay. I wanted it to be for us."
Your heart fluttered at his words. San was such a softie compared to the hard exterior so many saw. Maybe he just lowered his wall for you, or maybe they just needed him to be the stereotype that they expected him to be.
"I don't care about Jay anymore. He means nothing," you promised.
"And what about me?" he asked, awaiting an answer looking the most nervous you'd ever seen him.
"San...I think you could mean everything," you breathed as you crashed your lips to his.
San kissed you back right away, his hand tangling in your hair as you became more insistent that he keep going. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip, and you moaned while mentally preparing to straddle him. It wasn't until one of his teammates whistled, that you realized you were still in public.
You were breathless when you pulled away and a little embarrassed that you'd gotten so carried away. San, however, couldn't stop smiling.
"You still up to be my date tonight to the victory party?" he asked
"Depends...is it a real date or a fake one?," you began, feeling so happy that you had to hold his hand to stop yourself from floating away.
San laughed and stood to pull you along with him. "It's real baby. This is 100% real," he promised with another kiss.
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You were determined to make your house as unwelcoming as possible. Thermostat turned up to 26°C? Check! Belt thrown in the dryer to clank obnoxiously? Check! Salt used instead of sugar for the study snack, along with expired milk? Check and double-check!
You were just admiring your work and de-fluffing the pillows by jumping on them when the doorbell rang. "Coming!" you called... a lie, as you still had to put out the lukewarm water so he wouldn't bother asking for something better (like a lukewarm soda).
Changbin didn't ring again, and you hoped he'd just gone home, but when you opened the door, he was leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed to make his biceps larger, and on his face was a devious smirk. "Good evening, beautiful."
"Follow me," you demanded as you rolled your eyes and slammed your door in his face.
Changbin chuckled at the measly attempt to intrude his entrance and marched right in. He kicked off his shoes and followed you to the kitchen, where you had left the trash lid off, making it smell extremely unpleasant. He was completely unfazed, which made you wonder if he lived in filth all the time.
"Here," you ordered as you rammed the glasses into his hands. "If you're going to follow me around, the least you can do is carry something."
"Water? You shouldn't have," he praised as he took a sip.
You watched him in annoyance and cursed yourself for not adding vinegar or something to the glass to make it taste bad. You shoved past him to sit on the sofa, where you promptly pulled open your laptop. You'd already begun working on the presentation by picking a theme and setting up the title page in an effort to make the evening go by as quickly as possible, but you were sure he had the power to stop time somehow. Therefore, you let him watch you work and speed-read any notes he'd need to get by on the presentation part.
Changbin sat as close as humanly possible to you. Your thighs touched, and he leaned back and put his arm behind you on the couch cushion. If you leaned back at all, he'd basically be cuddling you.
"What's wrong, gorgeous? Don't trust me to help with the slide show?"
"Nope," you huffed as you began the slide on pheromones.
Pheromones, Heats & Ruts
"Sexy," Changbin teased as he leaned closer to your shoulder, his breath skating across your skin.
"You picked the topic, dumb ass," you mumbled under your breath.
"And I picked it because it's sexy," he rasped as he watched you type a very biological definition of a very emotional state.
1. Pheromones are chemical signals released through scent glands.
2. They become active during secondary puberty around the ages of 18-21.
3. Omegas experience heats while alphas experience ruts.
4. Heats and ruts temporarily increase pheromone production and fertility.
5. Their biological purpose is to encourage reproduction and pair bonding.
"Mmm, all of this talk about heat is making me thirsty," he hummed while sipping from the glass you'd given him. You bit your tongue and counted through the multitude of ways you could've messed with the water, getting all the way up to 17 before he snapped his hand in front of your zoned-out face.
"What?"
"You daydreaming about me, hot stuff?" he joked, hoping to get a rise out of you.
"If you were in it, then it would be a nightmare," you quipped. "What did you want?"
"You forgot to add a line about the compatibility between omegas and alphas," he corrected.
"No, I didn't," you replied with an eye roll. He had the mental understanding of the heat cycle of a middle schooler.
"Yes, you did...see," he argued as he pointed at the screen. "It's not there."
"It's not there because it's biologically incorrect," you snapped. "Alphas and omegas don't mate simply for their status. They mate when their pheromones present to ideal partners in a favorable way to produce the healthiest offspring."
Changbin stood there with his mouth open before shaking his head and leaning back again. "I can't believe you made heats and ruts sound so...un-sexy."
"Aww, sorry our biology project isn't sexy enough for you. Maybe I'll wear a mini skirt to present in to spice it up," you suggested sarcastically, wishing you could take it back the second he bit his lip and stared at you as if imagining it. You elbowed his side and continued typing.
"What now?"
"We should make a slide on myths vs facts since so many people seem to be confused with the basics," you scathed. Changbin pouted, unhappy with the notion that he wasn't as smart as you, but let you work on the slide in peace while glancing over your shoulder.
Myth vs. Fact
❌ Myth: You'll know your mate the moment you meet them.
✅ Fact: Most people experience attraction over time. Instant mate recognition is extremely rare, though it can indicate a likelihood of powerful offspring.
❌ Myth: Every omega is compatible with every alpha.
✅ Fact: Compatibility varies greatly, and many alpha–omega pairings have little to no attraction whatsoever.
"Like us," you added under your breath.
Changbin furrowed his brows at you, staring as if he couldn't believe you'd say such a thing. You continued typing before he could start a fight.
❌ Myth: Every rut results in knotting.
✅ Fact: Knotting is a physiological response that typically occurs only during arousal and isn't guaranteed in every encounter.
"Myth, (Y/N) knows everything and has never been wrong once in her life."
"Excuse me?" you scoffed.
"You forgot to include the caveat to the first point...omegas can't identify their mates at all until the first heat begins."
"Oh, sorry, I assumed our class was smart enough to know something we learned in the third grade," you snarked before adding the additional info so that everyone with Changbin's reading level could grasp the concept.
"Did I do something to upset you?" he asked, sounding more angry than upset.
"Oh wow, Changbin finally figures out to read the room," you retorted with a mocking clap.
"What's your problem? I haven't even done anything to you," he complained.
"You mean besides the fact that you call me couple-y nicknames all the time? You know I haven't been asked out once because everyone thinks we're dating," you informed him. "You request to be paired with me for every project, and the professors all listen since your father is the Alpha of the pack. You sit beside me during every class and even at lunch like a stalker, and then the one time I spoke to another guy in class this year, you interrupted the conversation."
Changbin sat back with a careless smirk as you described all of the ways he'd tormented you. "So?" he shrugged. "Every omega in class would be grateful for the attention of the future leader of our pack. Why aren't you?"
"For that exact reason," you laughed sarcastically before slamming your laptop shut. "Respect is earned, not given simply because of who your daddy is."
It was clear that Changbin didn't know how to answer that. He observed your crossed arms, and, considering you'd just closed your computer, it was clear you had no intention of continuing to work on the presentation... which was due tomorrow.
"Don't you want to practice how we'll present our slides?"
"No," you said definitively. "It's just a quick explanation of basic biology. If you need to practice, you can do so on your own time."
"But you have the presentation."
"And I added you to the doc when I first started working on it yesterday," you sighed as you collected the glasses to put into the dishwasher.
"Oh..." Changbin muttered as he stood from the couch, finally preparing to leave. "I guess I'll see you in class then."
"Yep."
Changbin glanced back one last time before heading out. You locked the door the second he was outside and fixed everything you'd set up to make your home hostile...not that he'd noticed or even commented on it. You'd put in all that work for nothing...your attitude alone had driven him away.
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You woke up sweating.
Your hair was drenched, and your head was pounding, and your stomach cramped so badly that you threw up. You glanced at the clock and realized you'd slept through your alarm, too. You only had 20 minutes to get ready for class.
You hopped in the shower to get rid of the stench of whatever nightmare had caused such a reaction (probably one to do with Changbin), and threw on some mascara before running out the door.
You walked into the room right as the bell rang and took your normal seat beside Changbin, who glanced at you in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, upon seeing your hair that was still wet when you were normally so put together.
"Yeah," you answered as you pulled out your laptop to have it ready for the presentation. Thankfully, your group was second, so all you had to do was sit through one measly assignment before giving your speech and cutting the rest of the day short because you were sick.
Chan and Jihyo presented first. You barely heard their scientific analysis of subconscious social rankings thanks to your cramps. It felt like you were being stabbed over and over, and it only numbed a little when you shifted your seat towards Changbin. He didn't breathe when he felt your arm graze his, and you let out a sigh of relief. You didn't need him to get all cocky about it.
Chan finished the presentation with a joke about betas, and before you knew it, Changbin was reaching for your hand. You snatched it away, of course.
"It's our turn," he whispered.
You snapped your head up to find everyone staring at you. With a groan, you stood and walked to the front of the class, unsure why a few students giggled.
While you connected your laptop, Changbin was off whispering with the teacher. She eyed you curiously and walked over to offer you the chance to present another day. "You don't look well, (Y/N)," she said.
"I'm fine," you assured her as you stood tall and prepared to address the class. In the back of your mind, you wondered why Changbin cared so much that you were sick... and then you felt another ache. You stepped closer to him and took a deep breath before beginning. "Pheromones, Heats, and Ruts," you announced as you read the title slide.
"How ironic," someone joked, only for the teacher to hush them as Changbin glared.
"I'll begin by defining what these things are before describing why they exist. Number 1...pheromones are chemical signals released through scent glands."
You nodded towards Changbin who read line 2. "Heats (experienced by omegas) and ruts (experienced by alphas) come to fruition during second puberty around the ages of 18-21.
"Heats are..." you began, when another ache made you stumble forward. You almost passed out from the strong, nauseating wave curling through you.
"(Y/N)," Changbin gasped as he reached out to catch you by your waist. The second his hand touched you, the dizziness vanished.
You didn't even move his hand this time since it was somehow helping whatever weird illness you'd contracted. "Heats are the point of an omega cycle in which their bodies encourage them to breed. Ruts act as the same for an alpha, though they are more likely to be driven by their omega's cycle."
Changbin turned to make sure he was meant to read line four, and you found yourself fixed on his lips as though he were talking in slow motion. "Heats and ruts temporarily increase pheromone production and..." He paused, noticing your gaze fixed on him. You couldn't look away even if you wanted to. It was as though you were under a spell. He smirked and added with a shy blush of his cheeks and delicious lick of his lips, "...fertility."
You moaned. You literally moaned in front of the entire class because of how he said the word. You tried to make up an excuse and blame it on the cramps by claiming it was from pain, but a wetness pooling at your core told another story.
One of the students whistled, and others started laughing at you. Some pointed, and others whispered to themselves, but you knew it was all regarding your embarrassing scent and inappropriate biological response to Changbin's stupid mouth.
Your teacher moved to calm the class and turned briefly to order Changbin to get you home. He nodded and rushed to collect your things, throwing both backpacks over one shoulder before taking your hand and pulling you from the room.
"Where are we going? Why are you taking me out of class?" you complained. You'd only gotten halfway through the presentation.
"You may be book smart, baby, but you haven't experienced much of the real world yet, have you?" he teased as he opened his car door for you.
"I drove myself to school..." you told him. "What about my car?"
"You shouldn't be driving in your...condition," he explained as he shut it and went to round the car.
In his absence, the feeling worsened. You winced and clutched your stomach to send the cramps away, but it did little to make the pain subside. The second Changbin hopped in, the ache dulled to a mere throb.
"I don't know what's happening to me," you cried as he began to drive. You couldn't understand why your body hurt so badly or why Changbin's presence was the only thing that calmed it down when you hated him so much.
"You'll be okay," he promised, placing his hand on your thigh.
Another moan left your lips.
Changbin looked over with wide eyes, the sound a shock to you both. "I...I'm sorry," you whined. The ache grew to a burning need, and you slid down the seat, inching his hand higher on your leg.
"(Y/N), just wait until we get to your place, okay?" Changbin pleaded. He seemed to have a lot more insight into what was going on than you did.
"Why does this feel so good?" you asked breathlessly, a desperate exhale leaving your lips.
Changbin squeezed your thigh to stop you from taking his hand too high, causing you to turn to him with a pout. "Not until we're home," he scolded.
"But Changbin," you complained while leaning closer to him. Your arm wrapped around his bicep, and your nose scooted towards his neck. He smelled so good...he felt so good... "Oh fuck!" you realized, backing away from him in disgust. "I'm in heat."
"No shit, hot stuff," he laughed as he pulled into your driveway. "Now...let's get inside."
"You can't be serious? There's no way you're coming in there with me."
"It hurts when I'm not next to you, doesn't it?" he pointed out.
You bit the inside of your cheek and pulled as far away from him as you could. The stabbing feeling in your stomach must've shown on your face, but you lied and shook your head anyway.
"We're mates, (Y/N). I've known it all year, so if you'll just get your butt in there, then we can finally..."
"No! It's just some weird alpha-omega thing. We aren't mates. I hate you," you argued...though the fact you hadn't left the car yet wasn't lost on him.
"You hate me?" he repeated with a mocking look. "If that were the case, you wouldn't have needed to stand so close to me today; you wouldn't have tried to make me touch you; and you certainly wouldn't have worn the mini skirt you'd teased me about yesterday."
"I'm not..." you began, but when you looked down, you realized he was right. "I don't remember putting this on."
"You woke up thinking about me because of your heat. You knew I could make it better even if you didn't want to admit it yet," he muttered, leaning in carefully to cup your cheek.
Again...you didn't pull away.
"You said so yourself that alphas and omegas aren't just attracted to each other based on social status alone. Our bodies crave one another (Y/N)," he breathed, his words crumbling the wall inside you that was meant to keep him out.
"But you're the alpha...not an alpha...but like, the main one," you complained. "And if you knew, why didn't you tell me?"
Changbin chuckled and moved even closer. His lips were barely hovering above yours, so close that the pain had gone silent. It knew you were in good hands now.
"I am the big, powerful alpha, and I was brought to my knees by my desire to do right by you. You weren't ready to know we were mates yet. You needed to come to me on your own. And now that you have, I can say it freely. You are my mate, (Y/N) like it or not," he said before crashing his lips to yours.
Just 12 hours earlier, the thought of being in the same room as him had set you on edge. You'd spent hours coming up with ways to annoy him and to make him uncomfortable. Now...all you wanted was more of him.
His lips moved in an all-encompassing pace, and your hands began to roam up his chest. Changbin was strong...really strong...and you wanted to be pinned down by him as he rammed his massive...
"Let's get inside before your scent lingers in my car for the next year."
You frowned, tears brimming in your eyes at his words. "Do you not like my scent?" You'd never felt so rejected before, despite his words not even being that harsh.
"Hey, (Y/N), hey," Changbin cooed as he offered you another kiss. "I love your scent. I just don't want everyone I hang out with to know what you smell like on your heat. That's only for me, okay?"
You wiped your cheeks and nodded before following him out of the car by hopping over the console and going through his door. You weren't interested in letting go of his hand.
"You don't seem to hate me very much," he pointed out as you unlocked the door.
"You're making up for it," you breathed as you pushed him back against the door to shut it. You pulled his hoodie off and flew your shirt over your head so that you could feel more of his skin on yours.
Changbin kicked off his shoes and surprised you by picking you up and cradling you all the way to your room. All the while, your lips never left his, and the pain never returned. It was satiated by his body against yours.
"You said that you knew we were mates already...how?" you asked between kisses.
"I felt drawn to you," he confessed as he lay you back, eyes drawn to your chest rising and falling as you fought to catch your breath. "First, it was the way you looked at me. I was curious why you didn't seem to care about my status," he explained as he tore off your bra. "And then I had dreams about your voice as if you were a siren calling me home," he added before unbuttoning his pants.
You tried not to look, but found yourself too curious. Your gaze fell, and you took in the sight of his hardened cock for the first time. "Oh god," you groaned. He was huge.
Changbin seemed pleased by your reaction.
"And I noticed that I would make little suggestions to you, and without meaning to follow orders, you'd obey," he smirked as he eyed the skirt one last time before yanking it off.
"It's just a skirt," you argued, inhaling in shock when his hands pressed to your bare thighs to hold you open.
"No...it's more than that. Even just this week, you could've changed partners and didn't. You could have opted for a different topic, but you went with what I wanted. You complained about adding the line to our Myths section, but included it anyway. The skirt was just my favorite part," he winked.
You tried to find excuses for why you'd done all of those things, but nothing made sense. He was right... You were genetically predisposed to please him... just as he was to please you.
Changbin let his thumb slide up and down your slick, his touch igniting you from the inside out. You could've screamed from how good it felt, and yet, he didn't stop. Not when you arched off the bed...not when your toes curled...not when you looked up at him with eyes so lustful you could've spilled over right then...and especially not when he collected both of your hands to pin them above your head.
He kissed your neck and jaw as your mouth was busy spilling whines, and he mumbled dirty words that made your heart race. "My little mate is all nice and wet for me. I'm going to be gentle since this is our first time, but next time I'm going to splay you out on my bed, and tie each limb to a different corner of my mattress."
"Binnie," you cried out, clit throbbing under his touch.
"Oh, you'll like that, won't you?" he realized when he felt your thighs constrict around his hand. You were getting too sensitive...too turned on. "You spent all year hating me, and now you get to see what it's like to be loved by me. You get to see how cruel I can be," he taunted as he removed his hand just before you came.
You fell back to the bed and let out a breathless, "Why?"
"You have to earn the right to come, my love," he explained as he aligned his cock with your cunt and tilted you to face him. "And the rules are simple...you can come once you admit that you're mine."
"I'm not..." you went to argue as you rolled your eyes, but Changbin slammed in, filling you and stretching you wide in one deep thrust.
"Funny," he teased before licking up your neck to your ear. "Your pussy feels like mine."
You hated the way his words made you feel. You were sweating and desperate and clung to him as he rocked into you while biting your lip. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing you moan for him.
"Is my mate denying me her pretty little moans?" he taunted.
"I'm not your mate. You were just the closest alpha to fuck," you spat back. Despite how good he felt, you couldn't imagine a life with someone so annoying.
"Mmm. And yet you walked right past Chan to get to the front of the class," he reminded you. "And yet it was my scent that pulled you in, wasn't it? My scent that made the pain fade away."
"The pain won't really be gone until you make me cum, which I'm sure you're incapable of doing, so..."
"Say what you want, little mate. Your pussy is throbbing around me right now," he hissed through clenched teeth.
"It's a...side effect of heats," you lied. "It's not any indication of how good you are...or bad."
Changbin smirked at your slip-up and increased his pace. The bed rocked beneath you, and the wall echoed from every hit of the headboard. Changbin leaned in to kiss you, only to rudely pull away right as your lips puckered, leaving you wanting more.
"I'll kiss you once you say it, baby. Just tell me you're my mate. Tell me you're mine," he begged as he kissed along your neck.
"Why do I have to be owned by you? Are you mine?" you asked, trying to reason with him.
"Of course I am," he muttered against your skin.
You weren't sure how to feel about that. He was so easily able to admit to being owned, and yet the idea of someone possessing you so finally terrified you.
"Just say it, (Y/N)," he urged. "Say it, and I'll claim you. Say it, and I'll give you more pleasure than you've ever experienced before."
The offer was too tempting to resist. You nuzzled your way back to his lips to kiss them softly before muttering, "I'm yours."
Changbin's face lit up in determination. You weren't sure if it was to do right by you or to finish you off, but he began with a bite. He sank his teeth into your neck, sending sparks of pleasure coursing through every ounce of your body.
It started at the mark and first ascended to your brain, which felt fuzzy and happy. The world looked and sounded brighter, especially Changbin's heavy breaths as he kept his pace strong. The light then moved to your heart, which sped up to match his pace. It inched towards your fingers and toes, making every single cell explode in adoration and sex, and just when you thought you couldn't take any more, it grew, doubling in size and begging to be shared with the one person who would understand how happy you were.
You kissed Changbin and released around him, giving him all of you just as he gave you all of him.
He let go of your hands so he could lovingly hold your cheek, brushing the flushed skin with his thumb as his hips stuttered. You'd never felt so whole before.
"You did so well for your first heat, my mate," he praised as he playfully kissed your nose and cheeks.
You yawned and curled into him. "And what was that thing you said about tying me up next time?"
"You're definitely mine," he chuckled as he wrapped his arms around you.
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Chan's lips stained your neck in kisses, and his breath was hot against your skin. He was greedily finger fucking you against the bathroom door while warning you to stay quiet with hushed reminders. Your friends were beyond the door just steps away.
"Couldn't wait for the party to end, could you?" he rasped as he nipped at your ear.
"Needed you now," you breathed shakily, chest arching against his.
He yanked your dress up even more so that it was around your waist and shoved your panties to the side again to add a third. You moaned so loudly that he rushed to cover your mouth. You both froze to see if anyone outside had heard.
You could hear your heart thumping in your ears as you both stayed silent. At first there wasn't any noise, but then someone took their turn in drunk Jenga and the tower collapsed causing chaos to erupt as they blamed Changbin for the mess. You sighed in relief and fell forward against his shoulder, biting down just to remain in control of yourself.
"Fuck baby. Are you going to cum for me?" he groaned when he felt you throb around his fingers, when he felt you close in on the seventh orgasm in the last three days.
You nodded breathlessly and clutched his shirt to remain upright. Everything felt so heightened with Chan...especially with the added fun of trying not to get caught.
He began rolling your clit with his thumb as he curled his fingers inside you. He'd learned this particular move would have you finishing in seconds and brought it out often.
When you finally collapsed, he rammed his lips against yours to capture every moan and every whimper, to prolong the perfect high only he could provide even if only for a few extra seconds.
"You're always so fucking needy (Y/N)," he praised while washing his slick hand in the sink and holding your waist against the counter with the other so he could keep kissing you.
"It's your fault," you complained with a lazy smile. "You spoil me by making it feel so good every time."
Chan laughed and let your dress fall to cover your thighs again, before drying off and leaning against the door with a playful glimmer. "See you soon," he grinned before leaving you alone in the bathroom. The plan was always the same...you'd wait four minutes and then return so that nobody would suspect you'd decided to take a sex break together.
You'd left your phone on the game table, so you did the mental math and headed out to the group to find them working hard to rebuild the tower. Nobody seemed to notice a thing except Lee Know who rolled his eyes. He was a germaphobe and less than pleased to know you two had been messing around in his bathroom...again.
You hadn't meant for anyone to find out, but the previous weekend you and Chan had gotten so caught up in each other that you'd forgotten to lock the door. Lee Know had walked right in mid-makeout to find a shirtless Chan pressing against you on the bathroom counter.
You were lucky that was all he saw...
"I'm sorry Lee Know," you told him, apologizing as you washed out the snack dishes he'd laid out. Everyone else had left, but you stayed behind to help him clean up...it was the least you could do.
"I don't get why you don't just tell people you're dating," he complained. "Then you wouldn't have to sneak off to my bathroom, and you could do whatever it is you want to do in the comfort of your own homes."
"We're not dating," you reminded him with an exaggerated huff. "And besides, Han doesn't need to know." Your roommate was part of the reason that you and Chan were forced to sneak around. The other part was his roommate, Jeongin. It would make everything awkward if they found out about your overly friendly hangouts.
"Whoa wait a minute? You two are sleeping together, right?" he asked.
"Right," you answered as you closed the overflowing dishwasher.
"But you're not dating?"
"Exactly," you said, unsure why he was confused.
"This is a recipe for disaster. I hope you know that," Lee Know warned just as Chan rounded the corner with a bucket, gloves, and a spray bottle of bleach.
"Your bathroom is spotless," Chan told him before opening the cabinet beneath the sink to restore his cleaning supplies. You hadn't even made a mess (except on Chan's fingers), but you knew he did it for Lee Know's peace of mind.
"Great," Lee Know answered in a monotone as he watched Chan wrap his arm around your waist and kiss your cheek. With just Lee Know there, he had no reason to hide anymore. "Chan, why aren't you two dating if you're sleeping around?"
"Simple," Chan shrugged as he held you. "We don't want to complicate it."
Lee Know snorted as if it were the most ridiculous thing he'd ever heard. "Right and sneaking behind everyone's backs is super easy."
Chan went to argue but you urged him not to. You didn't want to fight with Lee Know...not about this. "We'll stop using your bathroom as a refuge on game night, okay?" you offered.
Lee Know looked close to taking the deal but eventually shook his head. "No, it's fine. I don't want you guys to stop coming over just because I don't get whatever you're doing. Just...be careful, okay? I don't want to have to pick sides if things end badly."
You nodded, promising to do just that, and let Chan guide you outside to walk home. You were both a little tipsy from Changbin's punch, but it only made the summer night that much more alive. The stars seemed to glow, the grass seemed to sway, and all the while your hands stayed tight as smiles played on your lips.
Chan would glance at you with his adorable dimpled smirk, and you'd giggle shyly before trying to run away from him...unsuccessfully of course, because you never let go of his hand.
"This is me," you announced once in your driveway.
He twirled you into his chest, and you gasped in surprise. You kissed him when he leaned in, both of you smiling at the softness of it all. "Are you going to Hyunjin's tomorrow for movie night?" he asked, fingers tracing the curves of your cheeks.
"Mhm," you informed him. "Save me a seat?" you asked with a flutter of your lashes.
"Always," Chan promised before giving you one last kiss to release you to your home. You walked backwards for a bit, too infatuated to look away, before finally turning and sprinting through your lawn to your porch.
You'd just opened the door when a yelp left your lips. Han was standing there with wide eyes and a bowl of cereal in hand. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.
"Are you okay?" you asked him as you waved your hand in front of his face. He'd yet to move and seemed turned to stone.
One by one his muscles awoke until he was grinning at you like a cheshire cat, teeth exposed from ear to ear. "You're dating Chan?" he asked excitedly, nearly jumping up and down for joy.
"No I'm just..." you began but Han was already squeezing you tight. He'd wanted you to date him forever...even before you'd moved in with him.
"I need to call Lee Know!" he cheered. "And Changbin...Oh! and Jeongin...he owes me $20."
Han ran off before you could stop him, and truthfully you didn't care what he told them. You were too tipsy and feeling too good from your moment in the bathroom and that perfect goodnight kiss to scold Han for being a nosy gossip.
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You regretted letting Han text everyone the night before, and had asked him to take it back, but he refused. He said it was the best news he'd heard all year and that everyone else agreed.
All eyes were on you and Chan the second you got to movie night. He hadn't even had to save your seat because everyone else was eager to watch the two of you. 7 sets of eyes stared as you took the spot on the couch beside Chan that Felix had announced as 'your special seat'. Seungmin whistled from the next chair over and when Chan put his arm around you, Changbin made a kissy noise.
"So I take it Han saw us?" Chan realized, noticing right away how stressed you were to be observed like a cell under a microscope.
"Yeah," you answered, wiggling a little apart from him and placing your hands over the blanket so that they wouldn't assume you were touching him anywhere.
Chan furrowed his brows and scooted closer again until you were squished between the arm of the couch and his muscled form. Hyunjin winked at you, and that was the last straw. You pulled yourself up and excused yourself to go to the bathroom; a single set of footsteps followed you.
"What are you doing?" you asked Chan when he snuck his way into the bathroom with you.
"I thought that was code for 'Hey Chan, let's make out'. Is it not?" he teased, already trying to go in for a kiss.
You backed away and put your hand on his chest to hold him at an arm's distance.
"What? Not in the mood?" he frowned.
"They're all watching us, Chan," you told him, skin crawling at the idea of them imagining the two of you together.
"So?" Chan chuckled, completely unbothered by their attention.
"So I don't want to deal with the questions and having to overthink how to act in front of them or the jokes," you complained with crossed arms. "I wanted it to stay a secret."
"Me too...but it didn't, and honestly who cares? They're our friends. They're just happy that we're..."
"Dating?" you interjected, your voice like a whip. "They think we're dating Chan."
"Again...who cares?" he asked as he ran his hands down the sides of your folded arms. You were tense, and he was trying to unravel you.
You shrugged him off. "Maybe this was a mistake, Chan. I don't want to screw with the dynamics of our friend group by sleeping with you."
Chan pulled back right away with a pained look. If you didn't know better, you'd thought you punched him straight in the chest.
"Fine," Chan agreed with a clenched jaw. You could tell right away that you'd upset him, but you hadn't meant to. You simply wanted to be his friend again without all of the drama.
"Chan, I'm not trying to push you away, I just..."
"No, I get it. See you out there, friend."
The bathroom door slammed shut, and you followed him out only to find that he'd squeezed in between Lee Know and Han. You sat beside your roommate and stole a handful of popcorn to munch on as your frustration burned.
"Did you break up already?" Han whispered as the movie began.
You pretended not to hear him.
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Chan skipped the group workout the next day and dinner at Jeongin's the day after that. Even though Chan was meant to be one of the hosts, Jeongin claimed that he had a date, something that made you sick to your stomach to hear.
"A date?" you asked Jeongin again, unwilling to believe it.
"Yeah," he relayed the news gently. "A girl gave him her number at the coffee house a few weeks ago, but he was busy with you I guess."
You shoved a fry into your mouth, biting down on it angrily. The poor little fry never saw it coming.
You texted everyone to confirm attendance for the hangout at your place the next day. This was incredibly uncommon as everyone just assumed that everyone would be there, but you needed to know if Chan was coming. He'd ignored your texts and calls to talk through things for days, and if he was going to skip friend events, you needed to know why.
Han: Duh...I live there
Felix: have I ever missed the chance to beat you in video games? what are we playing tomorrow btw?
Seungmin: when have you ever beat anyone @felix lol
Seungmin: i'm bringing the good chips...han keeps buying store brand
Han: sorry not all of us are rich seungmin
Seungmin: tell that to your $900 sneakers han
Han: they were half off
The rest of them liked the message to confirm intention to show up...all except Chan.
You were busy prepping the breakfast bar that Han had requested for dinner when he shouted that he needed to run out to get blueberry syrup for Hyunjin's pancakes.
He slipped his shoes on and was out the door before you could even suggest that he just have Hyunjin grab some on his way. You'd just finished making the cinnamon batch when the first guest arrived with a knock at the door.
"Come in!" you shouted as you flipped the flapjack over.
"Han just ran out to grab..." you began as you whipped around only to find Chan standing there with a gallon of orange juice in hand.
"Hey," he muttered in a shameful voice.
"Hey," you replied, unsure of what to even say to your ex friends-with-benefits who had kept another girl in his back pocket the whole time.
"Anything I can do to help?" he asked, eyeing the containers of fruit like a godsend.
"You can dice," you permitted, watching as he set the juice down and washed his hands before taking the knife and beginning his task with the utmost seriousness. "Not slice. Dice. They have to fit in the pancake batter," you corrected when he started working on the first strawberry.
He nodded and worked silently as you continued making the pancakes, now onto the chocolate chip ones. You watched the clock on the stove tick by, first ten minutes and then twenty. Nobody else had shown up, and you were about to text Han to see where everyone was when another knock cut through the silence.
It was as though you and Chan had been holding your breath.
He left to get the door and returned a few seconds later with flowers in hand...and no second guest.
"Flowers?" he asked with a pout. "Did you have a date or something?"
You snatched them away with an eye roll and set them on the dining table. "No Chan. I didn't have a date. That was all you."
"I didn't have a date?" Chan scoffed at the mere idea of such a thing.
You were incredibly confused by everything going on and stole the card to see who had sent the roses.
Dear (Y/N) and Chan
You are both being stupid.
I told Chan you had a date, and he cried for like an hour. That's the real reason he skipped dinner.
"You did?" you frowned, turning to see his red face and nonchalant shrug.
I told (Y/N) that Chan had a date, and she nearly chipped a tooth from chewing her fries so hard.
"I did not," you answered out loud as Chan smiled in amusement while imagining it.
You both like each other, but you're both too stupid to say it, so I'm saying it. Be happy. Enjoy your date. Han and I invited everyone over to Lee Know's instead so you have the place to yourself (winky face).
-Jeongin (& Han)
You turned the card over in your hands in disbelief. You felt like you'd been stripped naked and forced to say your biggest fears out loud. You liked Chan...you maybe even loved him and despite doing everything in your power to convince yourself and everyone else that you didn't, they saw right through the act.
"So..." Chan began shyly.
"So..." you trailed off as you flicked the card down to the table.
"That's a lot of pancakes for two people," he teased, eying the mountain of flapjacks that had been meant to feed nine.
"I don't know, I've seen you eat," you joked back, glad that the note had made everything a little more normal between the two of you.
He smiled...he smiled his beautiful dimpled smile because of your ridiculously lame joke and for a second everything was still. You just stood there, staring at him as all the words you'd wanted to say escaped you.
"I'm really glad you didn't have a date," he confessed, the words the first indication that any of the note had been true.
"And I'm glad..." you began just as the fire alarm sounded off.
Chan glanced at the stovetop where chocolate chip pancake number 13 was burning to a crisp and grabbed the pan to carry it outside. He set it on the sidewalk and ran back in to grab a cup of water to toss at it as you watched in shock.
When he returned you burst into a fit of laughter...you couldn't help it. It was relief times a million to know he wasn't with anyone else and that the house hadn't burned down and (most of all) to know your feelings were mutual.
Chan laughed, too. He laughed on the walk from the doorway to the kitchen. He laughed as he lifted you to the counter. And he laughed as he stood between your legs for a smoky, messy kiss.
Jeongin was right...you both had been stupid...too stupid to show the other how stupidly in love you were until your friends forced your hand.
"Milky!" Connie shouted as she twirled her hand to make a sippy cup appear.
Seungmin plucked it out of the air before she could grab it, eyeing her playfully despite his serious tone. "What did daddy say about magic sweetheart?"
"To asks politely first," she mindlessly repeated the rule he'd recited to her a hundred times as she struggled to reach the cup in his hand.
"Can you use your nice words for me, Connie?"
Connie nodded eagerly, happy to show off her good manners. "Can I please have milky, daddy?"
"Of course you can," Seungmin told her as he set the sippy cup down and kissed her forehead.
She tossed it back right away, chugging as if it were the last drink in existence before waving her hand again. "Clean up!"
Seungmin wasn't in the mood to scold her for using a clean-up spell, especially when he wasn't in the mood to hand-wash a cup anyway. "Are you ready for preschool?" he asked as he packed her backpack.
Connie floated down from her highchair with a grin. "Yes! Teacher says we're doing hide and seek today!"
"Be sure to take it easy on the other kids," he reminded her. "Their magic isn't as developed as yours."
"Cause I'm special," she smiled, having heard her parents and teachers, and peers all praise her talents since birth. Connie was one of the few child witches who actually knew what spells she was casting. She rarely messed up, and it made people in awe of her as well as fearful.
"Yes sweetheart," Seungmin cooed as he slid her backpack over her shoulders. "Because you're special." She opened the door to head to the bus and was immediately met with a gust of wind that made her shiver, she held out her little hand and retrieved a jacket without any verbal command at all...something even adult witches struggled with.
"See you later Daddy!" she called as she ran to the bus. "Love you!"
"Love you too, Connie!" Seungmin shouted back, watching to make sure she made it on safely before closing the door. At this point, he was sure she could've teleported there, but it wasn't allowed until high school as it was perceived as an advanced skill...one she'd already been utilizing to win hide and seek at home. He'd use his magic to find her and by the time he opened the cabinet door and checked under the bed, she'd moved somewhere else. It was incredibly frustrating to be outsmarted by a toddler.
Seungmin snapped his fingers to get back to you, finding you exactly where he'd left you...in bed. You had a work trip in Greece for the week, so he played stay-at-home-dad whenever Connie was home, but when she wasn't...
"Did she get off to school okay?"
"Mhm," Seungmin hummed as he kissed across the hickeys he'd left on your shoulders a few hours before when Connie had been asleep. You could take them away with the blink of an eye but chose not to...at least not until your meeting that afternoon.
"Did she use magic to make breakfast again?"
"Of course," he answered. Connie had used magic to create food out of thin air ever since she could consume solids. It was perhaps the only rule she struggled with as she was impatient when she was hungry.
"And what is she learning in school today?" you wondered. She often indicated what the teacher had planned, but Seungmin hadn't told you.
"She's off to her magic school with her advanced magic spells, baby. She's safe. She's happy. And most importantly, she's not here," he reminded you as his hands began to explore your naked skin. It was a little sweaty from the evening's extracurriculars, but he didn't mind...in fact, he favored you like this.
"And why are we here in Greece? Hmm? It's 2am, baby," you reminded him as you began to let your instincts take over. "Haven't you always wanted to fuck me at the Eiffel Tower?" you moaned as you snapped your fingers and brought him to the secret apartment at the top of the monument.
"You remembered?" he smirked as he pinched his eyes shut to strip away his clothes. "How sweet," he taunted as he cocked his brows. The sheets became vines that wrapped around your wrist and calves. They held you up against the wall for him to examine like a portrait, eyes grazing across your tits and cunt, lip bitten as he decided what to do with you.
Seungmin could make you feel anything when he had you like this. He could animate a dildo to inflate within you so that your cunt became big enough to take both his fists. He could give himself centipede fingers that traced over your skin until you came from touch alone.
It was always a wonder how he came up with some of his ideas...and a high. He never failed to make every fuck an epic memory.
Seungmin pressed you against the wall and let the sheets fall back to the bed as he kissed you. His hands wrapped behind your thighs digging into your skin while he moaned between every breath and dart of his tongue over your bottom lip. You looped your arms around his neck and let your hands fall across his back, mapping every bruise and scar from the past week. He liked it rough...so did you.
"Get on all fours for me," he ordered with a spanking.
"Yes sir," you answered, obeying him just like always. You knew you could teleport from the room at any second and leave him hard and disappointed, but it only made you want to listen even more. Your power was in your submission.
Seungmin knelt in front of you, aligning his cock with your lips as a smirk played on his lips. "Help me out, won't you baby?" he asked as he tugged your hair back to make your lips part as a strangled gasp left your throat.
"Yes sir," you answered in a staggered voice before taking his tip and dragging your tongue through the slit.
Seungmin groaned and tangled his hand in your hair to push you further down his length. You didn't know if it was magic or if he was just naturally large, but Seungmin's cock was so long that it often slid down your esophagus. You choked before he pulled you off, saliva dripping down your chin. He wiped it away before letting you try to take him again.
"Ahhh. Good girl. Fuck," he rasped desperately when he felt your cheeks hollow out around him. Your core dampened at the feeling of his cock twitching, and you began bobbing up and down, determined to make him finish.
"Fuck you're soaked already, aren't you baby?" he asked, noticing your needy scent flooding the air.
"Mhm," you cried as you sank down as deep as you could while relaxing your throat. You couldn't help but gag a little, but he seemed to like the tears falling down your cheeks.
"I can help with that," he promised. You were even more determined to finish him now as it likely meant he'd fuck you until you were screaming, but you suddenly felt a cock slap against your cunt.
With a moan, you pulled away to glance back at Seungmin spreading your pussy open and spitting on his length to lubricate it for you. He slid in just as Seungmin pushed his cock back down your throat.
"Oh god," you whined as he filled you from both ends. Seungmin yanked your hair back to watch your expression as you realized why he'd wanted to come to Paris. He wanted to Eiffel Tower you in the Eiffel Tower.
"How do you like that baby? Huh? You're taking my dick so well, isn't she Seungmin?"
"Fuck yeah," Seungmin grunted. "She's throbbing on me. Fucking soaking me," he praised as he buried himself so deep you felt it in your stomach.
You let out a whimper, jaw aching when he mercilessly attacked your throat. His pace hastened behind you as one finger came to tease your clit. You arched and screamed around his cock as you fought the pleasure coursing through your veins. You'd never felt more overstimulated in your life.
"Feels like she's going to finish," Seungmin teased.
"Let her," Seungmin permitted. "But we're not stopping until she's swallowed my cum down her throat...until she's leaking my cum from her pussy. Isn't that right baby?"
You nodded through the pressure building in your core, and spilled around him with gasps for relief that he didn't allow. Seungmin bullied your pussy even faster, fucked your mouth so deep every thrust was met with a gag and more tears. Your thighs trembled and your throat ached and when he finally finished he high-fived himself while filling you.
Everywhere was warm and wet, and Seungmin snapped the sheets clean before transporting you back to the hotel to cuddle. One Seungmin settled in behind you and the other kissed you softly while praising you for being so good.
"You were perfect tonight, baby," he hummed as he deployed a towel between your legs with another cleaning spell. It wiped all the stickiness away so you could lie there comfortably.
"You were incredible Seungmin," you sighed with a kiss as the Seungmin behind you disappeared.
It was a text that pulled him away. He had to go to the school to manage an incident with Connie who had sealed a boy's mouth for saying he was smarter than her.
He left the other Seungmin to hold you, knowing you'd need it after something so intense. "Did she get in trouble again?" you asked him, knowing he was basically a clone of your husband. The real Seungmin would've been the one to check on Connie.
"They're just not used to someone so powerful," he sighed as he stroked your back softly. "She gets it from her mom," he teased.
"Maybe if I had kept practicing," you reminded him. "I mostly gave up on doing magic after..."
"I know," he hummed as he slid closer.
"It makes me feel disconnected from her sometimes," you confessed. "Like I'm not good enough to be her mom or to teach her the things she's worthy of since I gave up."
"(Y/N)," Seungmin frowned, eyeing you with that same pitiful look he always gave you when you said such things. "You're everything she needs and more. I can help her with the magic part until you're ready to do more than teleport me to Paris. But she needs you for other things too."
"She can mostly do everything herself," you argued.
"No, she can't," Seungmin fought...the real Seungmin. He'd appeared suddenly, sending the clone away with his arrival. He'd also clothed you which meant one thing.
"Mommy," Connie cried as she climbed onto the bed. "I got into trouble."
"For what sweetheart?" you asked as she settled into your lap and played with your necklace that always gave her comfort.
"A mean boy said he was smarter than me," she explained through sniffles. You listened intently as she told you how she'd silenced him, and how the teacher had written her up for the third time that month.
She was suspended, but neither of you cared.
"Why don't you go hand-make Mommy a glass of water, okay?"
"No magic?" she pouted. She wasn't used to acting like a regular human.
"No magic. Make it with love," Seungmin told her, using the words he often used to trick her into avoiding spells.
"Okay!" she agreed as she took off to the kitchen that your hotel room was fortunate enough to have.
"You're stronger than you think," Seungmin said as he put his arm around you and kissed your cheek.
"I know how strong I am," you muttered. "That's why I'm so afraid of my power. Two more seconds and I could've killed that doctor, Minnie," you reminded him. While giving birth to Connie you'd been in so much pain that your tenseness spread far beyond the normal husband hand squeezing. The magic wrapped around the doctor's throat, and you hadn't even noticed until he passed out from the lack of oxygen.
"It was an accident," he replied as he always did. "You'd never hurt someone intentionally."
You shrugged, unsure if you believed him just as Connie entered the room, carefully trying to keep the overfilled water from spilling down the sides of the cup.
"Thank you sweetheart," you praised as you took the glass.
"You're welcome, Mommy!" Connie answered as she climbed back onto the bed. She kicked her feet off the edge, and her normal cheeriness dimmed.
"What is it?" you asked, hoping there wasn't a second student she'd silenced that day.
"I heard you and Daddy," she confessed, watching as concern marked her features. You never wanted her to know why you'd stopped practicing. "I think I did a bad thing, Mommy."
"You didn't, sweetheart. You were standing up for yourself just like Daddy and I taught you," you assured her. Seungmin hugged her to his side, also assuring her that she wasn't in any trouble.
"The doctor...I hurt him," she admitted, making your chest tight.
"Connie, you didn't..."
"I couldn't fit, Mommy, so I tried to get the doctor to come help me by pulling him closer, but...I couldn't find his hand."
"How do you remember that?" Seungmin asked in shock. You knew she was gifted but this was beyond anything you'd ever heard of.
"I remember everything," she shrugged as if it were normal. "And I'm glad Mommy named me Connie. Your name was icky, Daddy."
You laughed through tears and eyed Seungmin who glanced at you worriedly before his features softened. You hadn't hurt anyone after all...and Connie hadn't known any better yet.
"Daddy is feeling a little outnumbered by the amount of strong women in this family," he teased as he lifted Connie to balance her on his hip.
Connie shrugged and held out her hand to make a juice box appear. "Girls are smarter than boys, Daddy."
"Yes they are," Seungmin grinned as you snapped everyone back to your house.
