ghost

the morning comes quickly. san pushes the door with his shoulder, setting a tin cup of water on the floor, averting his eyes. "it's clean water, drink," he says, leaving without another word.

there's a rhythm to the days after that. every evening, someone brings you stew from the communal pot, and you eat it alone, in silence. yunho works nearby most afternoons, glancing at you when you're outside, but always keeping to himself. wooyoung mutters dry jokes that make the others snort, shaking their heads.

mingi always keeps his distance, leaning in the doorways with his arms crossed over his chest, or standing at the fence watching the horses. his eyes always follow you when you walk by, and you always feel the weight of his stare.

one evening, you watch as san brings in a foal rescued from a raid. the animal startles at every sound, but san moves slowly, rubbing its neck and shoulders until it relaxes. the kid in the gang, no older than fifteen, carries heavy buckets of water for the little foal, arms trembling under the weight.

the newspapers home called them animals, but to you, they look like tired men just trying to stay alive.

mingi finds you in the corner of the main room after supper. he leans on the wall, shirt open at the collar to ward off the heat. "you're quiet tonight," he comments after a minute.

"watching," you answer, trying to keep your voice even.

he nods slowly, "see anything worth running back to tell your daddy?"

"not what i expected," you mutter as you shake your head.

mingi stays there for a while longer before he pushes off the wall, walking off toward the perimeter of their camp, boots crunching softly.

a rain storm hits later in the week, heavy enough to make water leak through the thin roof. you help the members move crates and grain sacks to a drier corner, and mingi works right beside you, lifting the heavier loads.

he reaches past you for another sack before his arm brushes yours, his skin touching your skin for a brief second, sending a jolt through your body. you carry on, and neither of you mention it, but you feel flustered for the rest of the day.

that evening, the gang gathers around the fire, telling stories from old raids and encounters. you sit on the edge of circle, knees drawn up under your dress as you feel the fire warm your face and shins.

mingi sits a few steps away, passing you a cup of warm coffee, his fingers brushing yours for longer than necessary, enough for you to feel the calluses against your skin.

"warm your hands," he says matter-of-fact, turning back to the fire.

the metal heats your palms quickly as you sip slowly, tasting the bitter grounds at the bottom of the cup.

the days begin to blur after that, and you begin to notice small habits more often. san drinks his coffee unnecessarily strong, strong enough that you can smell it from across the room. yunho hums the same song whenever he works on cleaning guns, his fingers careful when cleaning the cylinders and triggers. mingi tends to check on old pocket watch, despite the hands never moving, thumb rubbing the worn case.

you catch him watching you more too. he stares at you as you braid your hair in the lantern light, his gaze dropping to the curve of your neck where the loose strands fall. his hand twitches to reach out to yours whenever you pass him in the halls, almost like instinct.

"your father still think we're all devils out here?" mingi asks after dropping down next to you, the fire crackling steadily.

you look into the flames, feeling the heat on your cheeks, "he doesn't know the half of it."

"guess not," mingi chuckles, letting out a short breath.

later in the week, the gang leaves on a normal supply run, leaving you to watch the younger members and the injured. you help feed the horses, carrying hay that pricks your arms, and you haul water buckets until your shoulders burn.

when the group finally rides back, you notice the dark patch of blood blooming at mingi's shoulder. he sits down on a crate near the fire, jaw tight with pain as yunho starts tending to him.

"i can do it," you murmur before your mind can catch up, stepping toward mingi.

his eyes meet yours for a long second before he nods, letting you kneel in front of him and peel the fabric back slowly. the graze on his shoulder is a mess, blood still oozing and making your fingers sticky. you clean it carefully with the basin of water someone brings, pressing the cloth firm to stop the bleeding. you eyes wander to the older scars littering his chest and ribs, the lines pale and raised against his skin. one of mingi's hands rests on his thigh, fingers opening and closing as you continue to work. the others move off, giving the two of you space to work in silence. you wrap a fresh cloth around his shoulder, tying it snug, letting your hands stay on his skin a moment longer than they need to.

"why haven't you touched me?" you ask, voice barely audible over the fire.

mingi meets your eyes again, his own eyes darkening and sharp, "because i want to. every damn day since i put you on that horse."

your heart beats loud in your ears as you lean in, letting your lips touch his softly, pulling a groan from his throat. his hand comes up to the back of your neck, fingers sliding into your hair as he deepens the kiss.

his tongue moves against yours as he stands, lifting you from the ground without breaking the kiss. your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you the short distance to the back room, kicking the door shut behind him.

mingi sets you down on the edge of the cot before pulling his shirt all the way off, letting you run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscle and raised lines of old scars under your palms.

he undresses you next, tugging your dress up and over your head, letting his palms fall to your breasts, thumbs brushing over the peaks slowly. he leans down, taking one nipple into his mouth, letting his tongue move in slow circles before switching to the other one.

your fingers thread into his hair as his free hand slides down your stomach, slipping under the waist of your panties. two fingers slip inside you with easily, curling to find that sensitive spot inside you while his thumb rubs circles into your clit.

the dual stimulation builds pressure embarrassingly fast, your thighs shaking as you cum all over his fingers with a whimper as you rock against his hand.

mingi pulls back to finish undressing, letting his cock spring free, the head already slick with precum. you wrap your hand around him without thinking, stroking from base to tip, feeling the veins pulse under your fingers.

he groans quietly, catching your wrist after a few strokes, "need to be inside you."

he lays you back on the cot, pushing your thighs apart. the head of his cock presses against your entrance before he sinks in slowly, the stretch burning as he fills you up completely. mingi stays still, hips flush to yours as he lets his forehead fall against yours, breathing hard through his nose.

"tell me if it's too much," he murmurs.

you shake your head, hands gripping his shoulders, "move.. please."

the cot creaks under you as he starts to move slowly, and you wrap your legs around his waist, letting your heels dig into his back. his hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together and pinning it above your head. his other hand slips between you, thumb finding your clit against and rubbing firm circles while he fucks you steadily.

it's enough to push you over the edge again, your face burying into his neck as you moan into his skin, walls fluttering hard around his cock.

mingi pulls out, sitting back on his heels and pulling you up into his lap. you sink back onto him, and you rock your hips, hands bracing on his shoulders. his palms grip your ass, guiding you up and down as the wet sound of your bodies meeting fills the room.

he leans in and kisses you messily, sliding his tongue against yours as he forces you to ride him harder. "feel so good," he murmurs through kisses, "so wet for me."

mingi's rhythm gets messier, hips snapping faster as he chases his own release. he buries himself all the way, cumming with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as he spills inside you, grinding until he's empty.

he eases out slowly, feeling his cum leak out of you and down your thigh. mingi pulls you down beside him, arm wrapping around your waist, tracing little patterns in your skin.

"didn't plan on any of this," he says against your skin, voice rough from groaning.

you run your fingers through his damp hair, a few strands sticking to your hand. you close your eyes and press closer to his chest, listening to his heartbeat settle.

mingi shifts after a while, propping himself up on one elbow, fingers tracing the curve of your hip, "you okay?" he asks, voice just above a whisper.

you nod, turning your head to look at him. "yeah.. sore but i'm okay."

he leans down to press a kiss to your shoulder before getitng up, finding a clean rag and wetting it with water from the basin. he kneels beside the cot, wiping you down between your legs before cleaning himself.

mingi lies back down, pulling you against his chest, slotting your head under his chin. one of his hands stroke up and down your back, his other hand rubbing small circles in the soft skin of your thigh.

'never thought it would be like this," he says after a while, trying to fill the silence, "i took you to hurt him.. but now i want you here.."

"i know.. i feel the same way," you murmur, playing with the fingers on your thigh as you begin to drift off.

the morning light wakes you first, feeling the weight of mingi's arm draped over you as he stirs awake. "morning," he mumbles, voice gravelly with sleep.

he kisses you slowly, running a thumb over your cheek, "you don't have to decide anything right now.. but if you want to go back.. i'll figure out how to get you there safe."

you think about your father, the gallows, the way he chose to kill a man despite promising a fair trial. you think about the quiet mornings at the camp, the way the men look out for each other, the way mingi looked at you last night.

"i want to stay," you say, looking up at him, "with you.. here.."

the entire lot goes dead silent, tools clattering to the floor as heads turn. they know yeosang's bike is basically sacred and off-limits, and they were waiting for the explosion.

you hear boots crunch on the gravel, and you don't need to look up to know it's yeosang.

he stops right in front of the bike, and you finally meet his eyes. he scans your body, the way your legs part over the seat, skirt riding up slightly.

yeosang steps closer, long fingers sliding over yours, adjusting your grips on the handlebars, pressing your palms into the right spots as his thumbs brush over your knuckles.

"comfy?" he asks, voice low and deep, sending sparks straight between your legs. some prospects let out low whistles, as the two of you remain in your bubble.

your cheeks burn as you nod, biting your lip, "yeah.. it's really comfortable."

a faint smirk falls on his lips as he swings a leg over the bike behind you, his chest pressing to your back and his arms cage you in, gripping the handlebars outside your hands.

"good," he murmurs against your ear, breath warm, "you look good on my bike."

the engine roars to life beneath the two of you, making a gasp fall from your lips as yeosang revs it once. he pulls out of the lot, keeping you tucked tightly against him, the wind making your eyes water.

yeosang pulls around to the back roads, down a dirt path lined with trees, slowing at a small clearing. he kills the engine, hands resting over yours again, stroking your knuckles softly.

"did you think i'd get mad at you?" he asks, chuckling softly.

you turn your head slightly, observing his side profile, "i mean.. you get mad at everyone else.."

"they're not you," he whispers, brushing his lips against your jaw. one hand leaves the handlebars to slide down your side, gripping your hip to pull you back harder against him and you can already feel him hardening through his jeans. "nobody touches her.. but you can ride anything of mine you want."

you shift on the seat, pressing back into him, pulling a groan from his throat as he nips at your neck before he kisses the spot he bit, soothing it with his tongue. his free hand slips under the hem of your skirt, fingers tracing up your inner thigh until they brush the edge of your panties.

your breath hitches as he presses two fingers against your clothed slit, rubbing firm circles in the fabric, making a whimper fall from your lips.

yeosang lifts you effortlessly, turning you around so you're facing him, pulling your legs over his thighs on the stationary bike. his hands grip your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he pulls you against the bulge in his jeans. you grind against him instinctively, the rough denim dragging over your damp panties.

his mouth crashes into yours, tongue sliding in easily, causing you to moan into the kiss. your hands thread through his hair, tugging enough to pull a growl from his chest. he breaks away to trail bites down your throat, sucking marks into your skin so everyone knows you're his.

"been thinking about fucking you since i saw you on her," he admits, voice gravelly as one hand pushes your panties aside, fingers gliding through your slick folds, "so wet already. all from sitting on my bike with me?"

"yes," you breathe, rocking against his hand. yeosang slips two fingers inside you without warning, curling them to hit that spot inside you that makes your vision blur.

he pumps them slowly, thumb circling your clit in teasing little circles. yeosang's other hand works open his belt and jeans, freeing his cock, hard and leaking. you wrap your hand around him, stroking him from base to head, enough to make yeosang hiss and buck into your fist.

"on the bike," he commands, lifting you higher to line himself up with your entrance, the head of cock nudging against it, "ride me right here."

you sink down onto him inch by inch, stretching you open until your ass meets his thighs, groans falling from both your lips.

yeosang's hands grip your hips hard enough to bruise as he grinds against you, "fuck.. so tight.. made for me."

his hand guides you up and down on his cock, and he thrusts up to meet your rhythm. he yanks your top down, mouth latching onto one nipple and sucking hard while the other pinches the other. you arch into him, allowing his cock to slip deeper into you.

"yeosang- oh god, right there-" you whimper, grinding into him.

he switches sides, biting gently before soothing with his tongue. one hand slides back to your ass, spreading you wider as he fucks into you harder. the other slips between you, rubbing your clit in time with is thrusts.

"cum on my cock," he growls against your skin, "let me feel you."

you shatter with a cry, walls pulsing around him as you soak his lap and the leather seat of his bike. yeosang keeps thrusting through it, chasing his own release.

he flips you suddenly, bending you over the tank of the bike, your chest pressing against the metal as he slams into you from behind. one hand fists in your hair, the other reaching around to rub your clit again, pushing you toward a second orgasm.

you clench around him as he buries himself to the hilt, cumming with a guttural groan, filling you up in hot ropes. yeosang falls over you, chest pressing to your back as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder.

"easy, baby," he murmurs against your neck, one hand stroking up your thigh as the other smooths your skirt down, "you did so good for me."

you sigh as you melt into him, head tipping back onto his shoulder. yeosang reaches into his jacket, pulling out a small cloth, wiping between your legs where his cum is starting to leak out.

"still comfy?" he asks with a faint smile, adjusting you so you're nestled against him again, legs draped over his.

he slides in behind you on the mattress, arms wrapping around your waist from the back, chin resting on your shoulder. "they cancel again?" he murmurs, his breath warm against your neck, "you were really looking forward to that coffee meetup, weren't you?"

you lean back into him, nodding, "yeah.. it's been happening a lot lately.."

"they did seem a little annoyed with everything.. maybe they're just busy," he hums, fingers tracing circles on your stomach softly.

weeks become months after that, the seed continuing the grow.

one evening, your friend group chat blows up with excuses for missing your birthday, and hongjoong pulls you onto his lap on the couch.

"didn't they forget your birthday last year too?" he asks, voice gentle as his hands settle on your hips, "i remember how excited you were.. it's okay baby, i've got you.."

you swallow hard, blinking back the tears, "i guess.. they just got caught up with stuff."

"mm," he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple, "they do.. but i'm always right here."

another time, after a call with one of your best friends ends abruptly because she has other things to do, hongjoong watches you from the kitchen where he's pouring wine.

"she sounded distracted.. everything okay?" he inquires as he hands you the glass, eyes soft.

it all falls out: the ignored texts, last minute cancellations, conversations with them only lasting a few minutes. so you start to decline invites yourself, because it feels better that way.

the drift apart naturally happens after that. your group chat dies out, your friends rarely call you, and you tell yourself everyone is just growing apart.

hongjoong holds you tight every night, telling you how proud he is for prioritizing what matters: him.

"it's just us now, isn't it?" he says softly, thumb stroking your cheek as his eyes gleam with something dark, "you don't need them anyways. i hate seeing you hurt."

you nod, leaning in to kiss him softly. his mouth moves against yours, tongue slipping in with ease, making you melt into him.

"let me show you how much better this is. how you only need me," he murmurs, pulling you towards the bedroom.

he lays you down on the bed, fingers trace down your sides as he peels away your clothes layer by layer. hongjoong's gaze darkens as his eyes rake over your body, "so perfect," he mutters, "mine."

you reach for him, but he catches your wrists gently, pinning them above your head with one hand.

"let me take care of you tonight," he murmurs as his free hand explores your body, thumb circling your nipple until it pebbles. he leans down, mouth following the path of his hand, teeth grazing your skin, sending sparks down your spine.

he releases your wrists, body hovering over your as he kisses down your stomach, nipping at the skin of your hips and leaving faint marks. he spreads your thighs, settling between them on his knees, his breath fanning over your pussy, making you shiver and clench around nothing.

"look at you," he whispers, voice going ragged, "already dripping for me.. so needy."

he licks a slow stripe up your folds, humming at the taste of you. you gasp, fingers threading into his hair and tugging lightly.

his tongue circles your clit teasingly, building up to your orgasm before easing off, kissing your inner thighs. two fingers replace his mouth, sliding into you and curling to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars. he pumps his fingers steadily, stretching you open while his mouth returns to your clit.

the pleasure builds, but he edges you again, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue. "not yet, baby," he whispers when he pulls away, "want you desperate."

his fingers return, thrusting faster while his thumb rubs circles on your clit. your thighs shake, hips grinding against his face, making him hold you down with his free arm.

hongjoong finally lets you tip over the edge, your orgasm crashes over you harshly, a rush of wetness coating his hand as you cry out.

he stands, shedding his clothes quickly, revealing the hard length of his cock, leaking precum at the tip. you reach for it instinctively, wrapping your fingers around him and stroking slowly, pulling a growl from his lips before he guides your hand away gently, "tonight's all about you. no one else can have you like i can."

he positions himself at your entrance, rubbing the head through your folds and teasing your clit until you whimper softly. he pushes in inch by inch, stretching you open.

hongjoong buries his face in your neck, groaning as he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, "fuck.. so tight. you were made for me, weren't you?"

he starts thrusting, hips rolling into your slowly, hitting the perfect angle inside you. one hand grips your hip hard enough to bruise, the other braced by your head so he can watch your face. you wrap your legs around his waist, causing him to shift and hook one of your legs over his shoulder, pounding even deeper inside you.

"say you're mine," he demands softly, sweat dripping from his hair onto your chest, "tell me you'll never leave. no one- nothing compares to this."

"i'm yours," you moan loudly, nails raking down his back in red trails, "only yours, hongjoong- ah, fuck, right there-!"

he rewards you with a brutal thrust, grinding his hips into yours as he buries to the hilt. his hand slips between your bodies, thumb finding your swollen clit and rubbing in fast circles to match his rhythm.

the stimulation sends you to your second orgasm, your vision whiting out as you clench around him.

hongjoong fucks you through it, pace relentless as he chases his own release. he flips you onto your stomach, re-entering you in one thrust as his hand fists into your hair. he pounds into you harder, the slap of his hips against your ass echoing in the room.

"look at you taking me so well," he pants, "you don't need anyone else. mine to keep safe. mine to fuck like this every night."

you push back against him, chasing the next orgasm building in you, your whole body shaking. hongjoong holds you up, arms wrapped around your waist as you fall over the edge. he follows moments later, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you, thick ropes of cum filling you until it leaks out around his cock.

you catch your breath as he lowers you both to the bed, settling in behind you with his arms locked tight around your body, his lips pressing soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

it was raining, and the warehouse smelled sour with a metallic tang of rust. you only ducked in to avoid the tail you thought you had, which was standard protocol.

you turn past some crates and your eyes fall on yeosang, your quiet teammate. he's sliding a small black drive into the gloved hand of a man who you've seen on practically every wanted board in your agency.

he was the enemy.

yeosang's fingers lingered for half a second before his gaze lifted, landing on you.

and for the first time in years of missions together, you see his composure crack: his eyes widening just a fraction, jaw tightening.

"you shouldn't have seen that," he murmurs, voice low and gentle in an obviously fake way. you took a step back while yeosang closes the distance, the enemy contact melting back into the shadows before you can even blink.

"yeosang-" you whisper, your hand going for the gun at your hip out of pure reflex, but yeosang is faster.

the barrel of his own pistol presses under your chin before you can even process, the cold metal of the weapon pressing into the soft skin.

"shh," he sounds out, "don't."

your back hits the wall of a shipping container, the clang ringing through the empty warehouse. his free hand comes up slowly, plucking your weapon from its holster with ease before tucking it into the back of his waistband before returning his palm to your throat.

"you were never here," he murmurs, thumb stroking the side of your neck with fake softness, "and now you're gonna forget what you saw.. or i'm gonna make you forget."

your heart hammers against your ribcage, hard enough that you can feel it in your teeth, "you're the mole.. all this time-"

"quiet," he snaps, nudging the gun higher and forcing your chin up another inch, "i said don't."

yeosang steps closer until his chest brushes yours, the scent of expensive cologne overwhelming your senses.

"choice doesn't matter anymore, sweetheart," he murmurs, thumb soothing the pulse point in your neck, "you can cry, you can fight, you can beg. doesn't change what's about to happen to you."

yeosang holsters his gun while keeping one hand pinned on your throat, his free hand yanks your belt open, the buckle clattering as he shoves your pants down.

cold air overwhelms your skin, causing you to jerk, but yeosang pushes you harder against the wall, his thigh shoving between yours to keep you spread.

"yeosang- stop-"

"you don't get to tell me to stop. especially after you walked here like a lost little puppy needing help," he laughs humorlessly, mouth brushing your ear.

two fingers push inside you without warning, pulling a gasp from your throat at the intrusion. yeosang curls them immediately, finding that sensitive spot inside you with ease.

"already wet," he observes, "figures. you always did like it when i got mean."

you try to shove him away, but yeosang only catches your wrist, twisting it behind your back and pinning it. he presses his hip into yours, letting you feel the grip of his holstered gun, the cold metal making goosebumps rise on your skin.

"please-"

"begging already?" he nips at your earlobe, "pathetic."

yeosang spins you around, pressing your cheek into the cold wall, gathering your wrists in one hand and locking them in place.

the sound of his zipper fills the warehouse before the head of his cock is pushing against your entrance, making you cry out at the stretch. yeosang groans quietly as he gives you little time to adjust, snapping his hips forward and burying himself to the hilt in one push.

"fuck," he breathes against the back of your neck, "so tight for me.. i thought you were scared?"

he fucks you brutally, the strokes punching the air out of your lungs as his free hand unholsters his gun, pressing the barrel to the side of your head, right at your temple.

"you're gonna cum on my cock," he orders, voice still steady despite his hips snapping, "and you're gonna walk out here like nothing happened.. or i'll put a bullet in that pretty head and leave you to the rats. it's your choice."

his fingers find your clit, rubbing in fast circles until your body betrays you, your orgasm crashing over you violently. yeosang hisses through his teeth as he fucks you through it before slamming deep inside you, filling you with hot pulses of cum until it drips down your thighs.

yeosang stills for a second before pulling out of you slowly, tucking himself away and letting your wrists go. you slide down the wall on wobbly legs, cum leaking out of you and hitting the cold floor.

yeosang crouches in front of you, gun pointing at you as it's resting on his thigh, and his thumb reaches up to your face, brushing a tear off with faux softness.

loud, high-pitched moans come from down the hall, the exaggerated kind from hentai, coupled with the sounds of cartoonish slaps and gasps.

your stomach drops as you walk closer, yunho's bedroom door is cracked open just a little, like he figured you'd be gone for hours. you stop right in the doorway, breath catching in your throat.

yunho is slouched at his desk, pants shoved down to his thighs. his hand moves slowly over his cock, slick with spit or lube, the wet sounds echoing in the room alongside the video.

the girl from the hentai has your hair color, eye color, and even a similar face shape, and she's bent over, getting fucked hard.

yunho's eyes are glued to it, lips parted in breathy groans as he strokes himself. the muscles in his forearm flex with every pull, veins standing out on his soft skin.

you should back away and pretend you didn't see, but your feet stick to the floor, heat pooling in your belly as you watch him.

the floor creaks under you when you try to shift away, causing yunho's head to snap up, eyes widening for a second as they lock on you. his hand freezes mid-stroke, the moans from the hentai continuing to play behind him.

"fuck," he mutters, but his tone doesn't sound panicked. his gaze drags down your body before snapping back to your face, "you're home early.."

you swallow, throat dry, "yeah.. boss let us go early.. what the hell, yunho?"

he pumps himself slowly as he looks back at the video, "you see her?" he nods at the screen, locking eyes with you again. "looks just like you.. been thinking about doing that to you for months.."

your pulse hammers in your ears, the room suddenly feeling ten degrees warmer as you step inside fully, closing the door behind you. "you're jerking off to porn that looks like me? with the volume all the way up?" you question, hands fidgeting behind your back.

yunho lets out a breathy chuckle, shifting in his chair, letting the shiny tip of his cock catch the light. "couldn't help it.. just kept thinking about how you'd sound if i had you like that," he murmurs, patting his thigh, "come here.. or you can tell me to fuck off.. your choice."

you hesitate for a few seconds before dropping your bag on the floor, walking over to where he's seated.

he reaches out, fingers grazing your wrist and pulling you into his lap. your attention is pulled to the computer screen, the hentai girl getting fucked faster, but yunho turns it off with one hand, shifting his attention to you.

"tell me what you want," he says, breath warm against your neck as he leans in. his fingers slip up your arm, thumb rubbing small circles in the skin.

you turn your head, lips almost touching his, "touch me like you've always imagined."

yunho's mouth crashes into yours, tongue sliding against yours with a hungry groan. his hand moves over your thigh, pushing your skirt up, his calloused palms rubbing over your bare skin as he pulls you closer, making you straddle him.

his cock presses against your panties, causing you to rock against him to feeling every inch of him sliding along you. yunho's hands grip you ass, guiding your movement and making your grind down faster on him.

"so fucking wet already," he murmurs against your lips, nipping at the bottom one, "been wanting this pussy for so long.."

he tugs your blouse open, buttons popping as he exposes your bra. his mouth trails down your neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point before he moves lower.

his teeth graze your collarbone, down to your breasts, tongue flicking over one nipple until it hardens. he switches sides, sucking harder as one hand kneads the other.

you reach down between you, wrapping your figers around him. you stroke him softly, twisting your hand at the head, pulling a groan from his throat as his hips buck up into your hand.

"shit, just like that," he pants as he bunches your skirt around your waist, fingers hooking into your panties and yanking them aside. two fingers slide through your wetness before pushing inside you, curling to hit that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

you continue stroking him, smearing the precum that leaks from his tip and matching your strokes to the rhythm of his fingers. the chair creaks under you both as you ride fingers, chasing your release.

yunho pulls his fingers out suddently, bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean.

"taste so good.. need to be inside you," he murmurs as he lifts you slightly, lining his cock up with your entrance and rubbing his head through your wetness.

he pulls you down inch by inch until you're seated flush against him, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth as your head falls to his shoulder. he gives you a moment, hand stroking your back softly.

yunho starts thrusting slowly, hips rolling deep into yours as your arms wrap around his neck. the room fills with the sound of skin on skin, your arousal coating his cock and thighs as you kiss him messily.

one of his hands slips between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing in small circles.

your breath hitches, the coil in your belly tightening further. "yunho," you gasp against his mouth, "don't stop- please-"

"not stopping," he growls, picking you up and setting you on the mattress behind his setup. your legs wrap around his waist as he drives into you deeper, the frame of his bed knocking against the wall.

your nails dig into his back, leaving red marks under his shirt, pulling a groan from his throat.

"come on," he urges, thumb coming back to your clit, "let me feel you cum around me."

your orgasm hits you hard, your pussy clenching tight around him as he thrusts through it, chasing his own release. his rhythm stutters, hips slamming deep into yours as he cums with a groan, spilling hot inside you.

he stays buried inside you, rocking gently as you both catch your breath. after a minute, he pulls out slowly, cum leaking down your thigh. he collapses beside you, arm pulling your against his chest as his fingers trace patterns on your arm.

yunho shifts a little, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head before brushing a strand of hair from your face, "you okay?" you nod against him, legs still loosely tangled with his.

he reaches over for his water bottle on the nightstand, popping it open and holding it to your lips. you take a few sips, the liquid sliding down and soothing your throat, yunho takes a few sips himself before setting it back on the nightstand.

you lean back in your chair, trying to keep your expression neutral as you continue to notice the little cracks in his unbreakable mask as pack captain.

you glance at the clock before smoothly interjecting, "we've covered the important stuff. everything else can wait until tomorrow, hongjoong's got a prior commitment i scheduled. let's wrap this up."

hongjoong shoots you a look, but you can see the relief flickering in his eyes for a split second before he masks it again.

the pack members murmur in agreement as they gather papers and file out, leaving you and hongjoong alone.

he exhales sharply, pressing his palms flat on the table as his hands tremor again. "i had it handled," he mutters, pushing himself to stand, the tiny sway in his wobbly knees selling him out.

you rise, crossing to him slowly, "i know you did, but you don't have to right now, puppy."

he smolders, "don't baby me. i'm not some weak-"

you cut him off with a hand on his wrist, thumb brushing his pulse point, "never said you were. but your heat's starting, joong. i need to get you home."

he huffs as he lets you guide him out towards your shared apartment, his scent beginning to smell sweeter with every step closer to his nest. by the time you get home, he's already stripping his layers, his movements jerky.

"i can handle the first waves alone," hongjoong insists, turning away to fuss with the nest he's been building in secret: your hoodies, some of his own clothes, your favorite blanket all arranged in a messy cocoon on the bed, "you have things to-"

you step closer, pressing your chest to his back, arms sliding around his waist to let your scent envelope him, "no puppy, i'm here."

"fuck you," he shivers, a soft whine escaping his lips.

you smile against his hair, "later. when you earn it."

his heat crashes over him with haste, turning hongjoong into a live wire: bratty and pushing every button he can find. he's naked, skin feverish and glistening with sweat as his cock stands hard and leaking against his stomach and into his nest.

his thighs tremble, pretty pink hole clenching around nothing as slick drips down his skin in shiny trails, soaking into the blankets.

"get over here," hongjoong demands, reaching for your belt with shaky fingers. you catch his wrist, pinning above his head with ease, pulling a snarl from his throat, "what the fuck? i need you-"

"you need to behave," you reply cooly, free hand trailing down his chest and playing with his nipples, a broken gasp leaving his lips.

choose your own adventure!

you slide two fingers down to his dripping hole, circling the tight rim before pushing in, his hole immediately sucking your fingers deeper greedily.

"you don't get to be a brat, even when you're in heat. not if you want this fat knot stretching them open," you mutter, thrusting your fingers slowly.

hongjoong's eyes flash with defiance as another wave of heat washes over him, making him push back onto your fingers.

you add a third, scissoring and curling them against his prostate with ease. his cock leaks steadily, the clear slick leaking down his shaft, pooling on his skin.

you lean in, sucking one nipple into your mouth while fucking him with your fingers, tongue flicking until he can't hold back his whimpers.

"please- fuck, alpha, i'm right there- don't stop-"

you pull your fingers out right as his thighs start to shake harder, making him whine angrily, chasing your hand. "you're evil. i hate you so much right now," he mutters, pout evident on his lips.

"liar," you murmur as you strip slowly, starting with your shirt, then your pants and underwear, your own slick glistening on your thighs. your knot is already swelling at the base as you push him onto his back, spreading his legs wide and hooking them over your shoulders.

you work him open again with four fingers, pumping them deep as your free hand strokes his cock in slow strokes. his balls tighten as his hole flutters, signaling his incoming orgasm, causing you to stop completely. hongjoong thrashes, tears slipping down his temples.

"alpha- please, i need to cum.. please- look at what you're doing to me," he begs, voice cracking as more slick gushes around your fingers. he sobs more, hips bucking as you continue to stroke him slowly.

"say it nicely. tell me what a good omega you can be," you whisper, slowing your strokes even more.

"make me," he growls through the haze of his heat.

you fuck him with your fingers until they're drenched before switching to your tongue, sucking and licking until he's writhing. his scent is overwhelming as you grind your cunt against the bed for relief, leaving wet streaks on the fabric.

you continue to edge him mercilessly, your fist pumping his cock tightly as your fingers grind against his prostate, enough for his bratty act to drop.

"alpha- please, i'll be good, i'll listen- i'll stop being a brat, just please knot me- fill me up- please breed me, pleasepleaseplease-"

you reward him, pulling your fingers free and replacing it with your cock, thrusting into the hilt in one stroke. hongjoong wails, back arching off the bed as his walls clamp down on you tightly.

you set a brutal pace, hips snapping hard as you fuck him deeper, your hand finding his cock to stroke in time with your thrusts. the wet slap of skin on skin fills the room, broken up by the wet sounds of his slick and broken moans.

"that's it. take your alpha's cock like the needy omega you are," you growl, angling your hips to hit his prostate, making his eyes roll back.

you feel your knot swelling fast, catching on his rim with every thrust, and you slow down just enough to torture him, "beg for it properly, puppy."

"knot me- fuck, alpha, please knot me- stuff me full, i'm yours- i'm sorry for being a brat- please just lock inside me and cum, breed me-"

you thrust forward roughly, your knot popping past his tight ring and inflating fully, locking you together. hongjoong screams in pleasure, cumming in powerful ropes across his own chest and stomach, his hole milking your knot.

you follow right after, snarling as you pump rope and rope of hot cum deep inside him, your knot pulsing as you flood his belly until it swells.

you collapse over his, rolling you both to your sides as you stay locked, chest pressed to his back, one arm wrapped around his waist while the other strokes his spent cock slowly.

"good boy," you whisper as you press soft kisses along his shoulder, nuzzling his scent gland.

he huffs a tired laugh, pressing back against your knot with a whimper, "still hate looking weak.. but thank you for making me feel good.."

you strip down slowly, your own cunt slick and throbbing from the scent of his heat, your nipples tightening. you lie back in his nest, spreading your legs as you watch him with heavy-lidded eyes.

"get over here and fuck me then," you say, voice commanding.

hongjoong crawls to you immediately. "don't tell me what to do," he snaps, his hands shaking as he grips your thighs, spreading you wider.

his cock slides against your soaked folds, pulling a whine from his own throat as his hips twitch uncontrollably.

you reach down, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance, "take what you need, omega. or are you gonna keep being a whiny little mess?"

he pushes in with a quiet whine, your cunt swallowing him with ease. "fuck- so wet, so fucking warm-" he gasps, bottoming out and grinding. his face buries in your neck, breathing growing ragged as he thrusts slowly.

he picks up the pace, chasing the pleasure of your warm heat, whimpers slipping out between his teeth, "hate how much i need this.. need you so bad.."

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as you claw down his back. his rhythm falters, cock throbbing as slick gushes between the two of you, and you clench around him, making him keen and stutter.

"alpha- please, let me knot you- i'm so close already," he begs, voice breaking into a whine, "stop squeezing like that or i'll- fuck, i'll cum too soon-!"

you roll your hips up to meet his, taking control of the rhythm, "then earn it, puppy. fuck me properly and maybe i'll let that pretty knot stretch me open."

he growls against your skin, nipping at your collarbone as his hips snap in a punishing rhythm. "you're so mean.. please.. hurts.. need to lock inside you- fill you up until it leaks," he whimpers loudly, cock twitching as your walls flutter.

you flip suddenly, straddling him and sinking back down onto his cock, riding him hard as your slick coats his balls and thighs. hongjoong's hands fly to your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise as his head falls back into his soft nest.

"ride me, alpha- please use me," he babbles, tears slipping from his eyes as his cock swells at the base. his knot starts to inflate, catching on your entrance with every thrust, "i'm sorry for being a brat, please- just let me knot, pleaseplease, i'll be good, i swear- need to breed you so bad-"

you slow your pace, grinding in slow circles as his knot threatens to pop, edging him while he's buried in you.

"alpha- don't stop, please- 'm so full it aches, please let me lock in you- wanna pump you so full," he sobs loudly, hips bucking desperately as he chases the stretch.

you lean down, biting right over his scent gland as you slam yourself down hard, his knot finally popping inside you. it swells rapidly and locks deep, pulling a wail from hongjoong's throat as he cums, endless ropes of cum flooding you as his knot pulses.

"thank you- fuck, thank you- squeezing my knot so tight-!" he whines, nipping at your jaw, "please don't pull off, want you to stay locked forever, need more-!"

you rock gently to milk every spurt, pushing you to your own orgasm as his knot rubs your sensitive spot. your cunt spasms around him, drawing more cum out of him as you ride out the aftershocks.

"again.. when it goes down- wanna knot you again.. please alpha-"

he leans in, mouth brushing your ear, "just the tip, baby. wanna feel how wet you get for me.." his breath sends shivers down your spine, causing you to whimper softly in agreement.

wooyoung kisses you, letting his tongue slip past your lips as his hands roam, cupping your breasts through your top before he tugs it off. his thumbs play with your nipples until they pebble, and you arch your back into him as he pinches one teasingly.

he pushes you back onto the mattress, crawling over you and settling between your spread legs. his fingers hook into your panties, sliding them down your thighs slowly.

wooyoung runs two fingers through your folds, a groan falling from his lips when he feels your wetness, "fuck, look at you.. dripping for me and i've barely touched you.."

you reach for his waistband, tugging his sweatpants down enough to free his cock. he's hard, flushed and leaking at the tip. a hiss escapes him as you wrap your hand around him, stroking him slowly before he catches your wrist.

"ah-ah. just the tip, remember?" he smirks as he lines himself up, rubbing the head of his cock against your entrance, coating himself in your slick.

the thick head stretches you open, pulling a moan from your lips as your thighs tremble. wooyoung rocks shallowly, your walls fluttering around as you beg for more.

"feel that? so tight.. sucking me in even though i'm barely inside you," he pants, eyes locked on where your bodies connect.

he rocks a little more, his tip popping out and pressing against your clit, making you whine softly.

"wooyoung.. please," you beg, voice breathy with need.

he leans down, capturing your lips as he keeps up his torturous movements, sweat beading on his forehead.

he angles his hips different, pressing the tip against your entrance, causing you to cry out and clench around him.

"shit- baby, you're gonna make me lose it," he growls, his free hand sliding up your body, tracing your collarbone before wrapping it around your throat.

he squeezes gently, restricting your airway enough to make your head spin, eyes fluttering shut.

"that's my good girl," he praises, thumb stroking the side of your neck before applying more pressure.

your vision blurs at the edges, pushing you closer to the edge as wooyoung snaps his hips a little harder, pushing himself deeper unintentionally, halfway inside you.

he freezes, eyes widening at the feeling of your walls gripping him, ripping a broken moan from his throat, "fuck- i didn't mean to- shit, you feel too good-"

you gasp at the sudden fullness, and wooyoung thrusts harder, seating himself fully inside you, his hips flush against yours.

"fuck, i can't stop now," he admits, his hand tightening on your throat as he starts moving, every roll of his cock sending sparks through you.

you claw at his shoulders, gasping for breath when he loosens his grip for a moment before tightening again. tears prick your eyes from the sensation as wooyoung buries his face in your neck, teeth grazing your skin as his hips snap relentlessly.

"taking me so well, fuck-" he pants against your ear, his free hand sliding between your and rubbing your clit in tight circles.

your orgasm crashes over you without warning, vision whiting out as you shake under him, walls pulsing around him. wooyoung curses, hand coming back to your throat as he chases his own release. he buries himself deep, cumming with a guttural groan, filling you with hot pulses.

he collapses on top of you, hand sliding off your throat and cradling your face softly. wooyoung kisses you softly, whispering apologies and praises.

"little mouse," he murmurs, voice smooth, "you came."

your heart stutters seeing how much bigger he is than you, even when seated. you swallow, stepping closer as a shiver races down your spine.

"i shouldn't have," you whisper, your feet carrying you forward.

yeosang rises slowly, closing the distance between you slowly. his hand lifts to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip.

"yet here you are," he says, leaning down until his breath ghosts your ear, "walking into the den of your own volition. brave. or foolish."

his other hand settles on your waist, pulling your flush against him. your hands press against his chest as you tilt your head up, meeting his glowing eyes, "maybe both."

a low chuckle vibrates through him as he dips his head, lips brushing your temple, down to your cheek. his fangs graze your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

"i've watched you," he confesses against your throat, tongue tracing your pulse, "small thing like you, surrounded by monsters, but you never flinch. it makes make want to ruin you."

one hand slips down to grip your ass, lifting you effortlessly while the other threads into your hair, tilting your head back. he kisses you slowly, tongue sliding in slowly to taste you.

you moan into his mouth, fangs nipping at your lip until you taste the metallic tang of blood, and yeosang licks it away with a satisfied groan.

he walks you backward until you hit a wall, caging you with his body. his thigh presses between your legs, forcing them apart, and your hips roll against the muscle instinctively.

"so eager," he murmurs, breaking the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck, "my pretty little human."

his cool fingers slip under your shirt, pushing it off with ease. he palms your breasts, squeezing gently and letting his thumbs circle your nipples into tight peaks.

"look at you," he says, voice turning rough, "fitting so perfectly in my hands. i could break you without trying."

yeosang sinks to his knees, tugging your pants down, taking your underwear with them. his shoulders spread your thighs as he hooks one leg over his arm, his tongue licks a slow stripe up your slit, causing you to cry out.

his tongue circles your clit, dipping inside and fucking you with it while his nose presses against you. two fingers join his tongue, stretching you open and curling against that spot that makes you see stars.

"tight," he growls against your thighs, fangs scraping lightly, "so fucking tight for me. you'll take my cock though, won't you? every inch."

you nod frantically as your hips buck against him, and he sucks your clit between his lips. it's enough to make you cum hard on his tongue and fingers, thighs trembling around his head.

yeosang stands, lifting you with ease, making your legs wrap around his waist as he carries you to the couch. he strips, pushing his pants down last and letting his cock spring free, thick and flushed at the tip, leaking steadily.

he sits back on the couch, pulling you into his lap and making you straddle him as his hands grip your hips gently. the head of his cock nudges your entrance, slick with your wetness and his precum.

"slow," he commands, voice straining with need, "i want to feel every bit of you around me."

you sink down inch by inch, the stretch burning as his girth forces your walls apart, filling you to your limit.

you gasp, forehead pressed to his chest as your nails dig into his shoulders.

"that's it," he praises, one hand stroking your back while the other holds you steady, "good girl.. look at how your pretty pussy swallows my cock."

your ass finally meets his thighs, the bulge in your lower belly visible, making yeosang press a hand there. "fuck, you're so small.. can see myself in you," he groans, stroking the protrusion.

he starts to thrust slowly, his body enveloping yours as his arms wrap around you, mouthing at your neck and sucking bruises into the skin.

you ride him as best you can, but he takes over, lifting you and slamming you back down with power. the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the room as sweat beads on your skin.

yeosang's fangs sink into your shoulder, drinking you enough to make you lightheaded. his venom heightens your senses, pushing you over the edge, your walls clenching as you cum around him.

he pulls his fangs free, licking the wound shut before flipping you into the couch. one hand braces beside your head while the other hikes your leg over his hip, the new angle deeper than before as he pounds into you with long strokes.

"mine," he growls, eyes glowing bright red, "this tight little cunt is mine."

you nod, babbling his name as he reaches between you, thumb circling your clit in time with his thrusts.

"cum for me again," he demands, "wanna feel you milk my cock when i fill you up."

you shatter for a third time, walls fluttering around his thick length. he follows moments later, burying himself inside you and letting his hot cum flood you. it leaks out around his cock, dripping down your thighs as he grinds through the aftershocks.

yeosang wraps his arms you, pulling you against his chest as he settles into the couch. his cold fingers trace your spine, his cock still twitching inside you.

minutes later, a strong hand wraps around your wrist, tugging you away from the crowd. jongho's grip is almost bruising as he pulls you down the hallway, pushing you into a dimly lit bedroom.

"what the fuck was that?" he questions harshly as he backs you against a wall, caging you in with his body. "flirting with him right in front of me? you trying to piss me off, princess?"

you tilt your chin up, heart racing, "maybe i am. you never do anything about it jongho. you're always holding back because of mingi."

his eyes darken. "you think you can tease me like that and walk away?" he snaps, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him, "you're mine. even if we can't say it out loud."

jongho brings his lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth as his hands slide down to grip your hips. you moan into him, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer.

"turn around," he growls against your lips, spinning you to face the mirror. your hands brace on the dresser in front of it, and jongho presses up behind you, his chest against your back. "watch. see what happens when you flirt with that idiot."

his hands yank your dress up over your hips, fingers hooking in your panties and shoving them down your thighs. jongho frees himself from his pants, rubbing the head of his cock against your already soaked folds.

"so wet already," he murmurs, "all that teasing and you're still dripping for me.. such a bad girl."

he pushes in slowly, his eyes never leaving the mirror as your mouth falls open in a silent moan, and he brings a hand up around your throat.

jongho bottoms out, his hips flush against your ass as a low groan escapes his lips. "fuck.. look at us," he mutters as he stars moving, one hand on your hip while the other slides between your legs to play with your clit, "this is what you wanted, isn't it? my cock ruining you while your brother's downstairs?"

you whimper, trying to push back against him as his cock hits that spot inside you, making your legs shake. "harder, jongho- please," you gasp.

his pace turns punishing, fingers digging into your hip and pulling you back onto him, the angle hitting deeper inside you, making it harder to contain your moans.

"shh, baby," he whispers against your ear, biting the lobe, "can't let anyone hear you taking your brother's best friend's cock," he teases as tugs your dress down, pinching your nipple as he watches your reflection closely.

"gonna cum- jongho-!" you whimper as his fingers circle your clit relentlessly, his cock dragging against your walls.

"cum for me," he orders, voice ragged, "let me feel it. show me who you belong to."

your orgasm hits you hard, thighs trembling as you clench around him, crying out his name, and jongho thrusts a few more times before he spills inside you with a low groan.

he stays inside you, arms wrapping around your waist as he presses soft kisses to your shoulder.

"this can't keep happening," you whisper as you lean back into him.

jongho meets your eyes in the mirror, a smirk playing on his lips. "too late for that. you're stuck with me."