Noon 20+

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who could seem so dominant in his demeanor but is a complete one-eighty in the bedroom.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who loves giving you attitude when you boss him around. he'll bite back at your words and sass you, but cowers down when you threaten him.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who is so polite when he really, really wants something. he'll beg and beg until you let him cum.

"oh, baby, i'm so close, so fucking close," he whimpers, his eyes as the feeling of your lubricated hand slides up and down his thick cock. his mouth letting out the most beautiful sounds as he gets closer to the edge.

he's juuuuust about to cum when you suddenly pull your hands away. "w-what?" he stutters out, his eyes watering up. "what?" you answer back. "did you really think you were about to come so early?" he throws his head against the pillow, a sob fighting to escape him.

he shook his head, "no, of course not." his voice small as his breathing got heavier. the high of the orgasm escaping him as your hand squeezed the base of his cock.

"mm, good boy." you smiled into the words, lowering your head to take his tip into your mouth.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who has such sensitive nipples. a simple graze or blow on them is enough to make his whole body shudder and a whimper leave his mouth.

maki was leaned against the couch as you rode him, your hips dangerous against his as he moaned your name repeatedly.

your hands were rested on the head of the couch behind him before you got your idea. silently, you brought a hand down to makis chest, your fingers scratching and rolling and pinching his nipples.

he shook his head, the sudden excess pleasure messing with his head. he whined shamelessly into the empty living room, his eyes squeezed shut as he did his best to fight off his early oncoming orgasm.

"why're you doing this to me, y/n." his voice was heavy and wet when he spoke, his hands having a tight and bruising grip on your waist.

"I wanna hear you, baby. why else would I?" you spoke against his ear, biting his earlobe as you continued your actions.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who loves your ass. in a sexual and non-sexual way. any moment he can, he'll have his hands resting on it. sometimes when you two are just laying together, he'll have a hand squeezing and pinching it for fun.

one of his favorite positions is doggy. purely because he gets to have an eyeful of your behind and he gets to give you all the pleasure, allowing you to relax and take it all in.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who has a love-hate relationship with cockwarming. he loves doing it after you had sex, the feeling of his cum seeping down between you two is so addicting to him. but he hates when you do it to tease or punish him.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who is the best service top. like I said before, he loves doggy, and any position that allows him to have that false feeling of dominance, because even though he's on top, slamming his hips into you, he knows that he'll listen to any word you said to him.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who nearly cums on the spot when he notices his cock bulging from your stomach. his chest swelling with pride at the thought his well trained cock pleasing you so well and it being big enough to show from the outside.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who's face flushes red when he accidently moaned out "mommy" one time during sex.

you were on your back, makis hips thrusting into you at a brutal pace. his face was smushed into your neck, biting it as he did his best to quiet his sounds.

"keep going, baby, you feel so good in me." you praised him, one hand clawing at his back as the other switched between softly scratched his scalp and tugged on his hair.

everything was overstimulating him in the best way possible. your praises, your hands on him, the feeling of your warm tight cunt wrapped around him. gripping him like a vice.

he nodded his head in the crook of your neck, "you feel so good too, mommy." his mind was dumb from the pleasure, he wasn't even registering what was coming out of his mouth.

"fuck, I never wanna pull out." he whimpered against your skin. a smile etched its way onto your face. "what did you just call me?"

that seemed to get him out of trance. what just happened in the last minute suddenly dawned on him. his whole head and neck turned red, unable to get a word out of his mouth. "n-nothing.."

your hand grabbed his hip, a sudden pressure meant for him to pause his movements. "you know I don't like liars, maki." you pouted, bringing your hand to hold his chin. "so, come on, what did you say."

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who fucking loves when you do a mix of praise and degradation towards him. your harsh tone and words being mixed with his favorite pet names and praises makes his stomach flutter and his cock throb.

.ೃ࿔*:･ sub!maki who loves you to bits and pieces, he gives the best aftercare. no matter how spent he is, he'll always remember to take care of you <3

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Although he’s busy, he tries his hardest to make that time for you. He adores you, he worships the ground you walk on, you are his everything and more (if that’s even possible). Even if they’re small things or just staying at home, he finds a way to spend alone time with you. He loves going on long walks with you, laying in bed together with some dumb flick on just so he can hold you in his arms, and he will always cook for you.

One of his favorite things recently has been finding new recipes and trying them out with you. He’s actually quite the chef and you absolutely adore this about him.

But, as of recently, you can tell he has been very stressed out. He is much busier these days with the upcoming Thailand trip and the constant prerecording for every single Sidemen channel as well as side plus. Hell, the charity match was just about the straw that broke the camel's back. Now you find him up most nights planning and even recording at least some kind of content.

At this point, he's barely living. The reality is, the only thing grounding him back to some sense of normalcy is you.

So when your friends invited you out for drinks, you begged him to go. Eventually he agreed but that wasn’t without putting up a fight and for you to agree to some other kind of alone time activities later (which you had no problem with at all).

The night had been going along well, you were having a great time- laughing with friends, drinking delicious, fruity drinks, dancing and singing your little heart out.

It was all great until you noticed just how much the stress had gotten to Harry. You noticed how much he had been drinking all night. Of course, he loves a good bev every now and then but he was throwing them back like nothing along with random shots all night.

His cheeks were red, his messy hair was even messier, his shirt was sopping wet somehow- he was absolutely battered. You were getting worried, you didn't want to boss him around and you know he deserves a night out but this was going to get out of hand really fast.

He just finished his eighth pint, his eyes were bloodshot red, his speech was slurred, he could barely stand upright.

“I think that's enough now bog.” Ethan began, placing a hand on Harry's shoulder which he shoved off aggressively.

“Nah mate, I've just started to relax. Get off my back.” He responded with a tone of annoyance and anger. Ethan exchanged a look with you, one filled with concern. You nodded knowing that you were going to have to do something.

“Honey, I think we should go back home now.” You said delicately snaking an arm around his neck.

“Darling, come here.” Harry slurred patting his lap. You hesitated for a moment but sat down anyways. He rested his head in the crook of your neck wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you back into him.

“You're the most precious thing in the world to me, my sweet. I don't think I could do this without you.” He drunkenly whispered in your ear. “Please let me have just one more pint my love.” His tone was soft, delicate. The way he talks to only you as if you were a dandelion that would blow away with one swift gust of wind.

You dropped your shoulders in defeat as you nodded.

“Okay Harry, just one.”

The night dragged on, at some point you grew distracted by the enjoyment of being out with good company that you forgot to ‘watch’ Harry.

“Mate I'm not gonna lie, you need to act your age and settle down already.” You overheard Harry say. You looked over to see a not so happy Chris and a blabbering Harry.

“Bog.” You heard Ethan warn.

“What!? It's the truth. At least you've settled down, she's a bit-”

“Harry, don't.” Ethan warned again, trying to stop Harry from saying something he'd regret, this time with a more authoritative and threatening tone.

You knew he was about to say something negative about Ethan's relationship. You knew this was the time to end the night here.

Harry was wasted and when he gets like this, he gets mean, he will say things that cut deep. You've only seen him like this once before but you've been warned about a hundred times.

You walked up next to him lightly tugging at the side of his jumper. His cocky, determined expression dropped quickly at the sight of you. His eyes softened and you saw his body relax.

“You alright princess?” He asked quietly wrapping a protective arm around you. “Can we go home please, I'm tired.” You lied.

“Of course love, whatever you need.” He said placing a soft kiss on the top of your head. He smelled of beer and vodka and you could tell he was clammy under his hoodie.

“Right lads, we're heading out. Let's do this again soon!” He announced to your party. Everyone said bye to him enthusiastically but gave you a look of gratitude. You threw them a warm, apologetic smile as you walked out of the pub with Harry's arm still wrapped around your shoulder.

The ride home was quiet. He was falling asleep, his head dipping down then up when he would startle awake. Finally you reached around and placed his head on your shoulder, immediately making him comfortable.

He wasn't fully asleep but he was a few seconds from it.

“I love you darling. You're my everything.” He mumbled sleepily, your delightful scent making him snuggle deeper into your body.

“I love you too bog. I wouldn't trade you for anything.” You replied quietly, placing the palm of your hand on his cheek.

The flat was quiet, the soft sound of dragging footsteps and the light hum of the fridge were the only noises heard.

You pulled Harry into bed, pulling off his trousers and hoodie, getting him as comfortable as you can. You placed a fluffy pillow under his head and pulled the duvet partially over his body.

You did your own nighttime routine before joining him.

You looked over at him as you slipped under the covers. He looked so peaceful now, a stark contrast from an hour and a half ago.

His mouth was slightly open, his cheeks were still flushed red, his hair was matted down against his forehead.

He wasn't perfect but neither were you. You absolutely would never trade him for anything else in the world.

Your pet store was your pride and joy. It was small, but it was staying afloat, and that's what mattered.

You'd been passionate about reptiles and amphibians since you were a little kid. You learned everything you knew from your uncle, who also raised snakes and lizards. Anything you didn't know, you read books or watched videos about.

So after finishing university, with a zoology major (focused on herpetology) and a business minor, your goal had always been to own your own shop. You’d been working at a local pet store during school and for a few months after graduation, too. 

That was, until a perfect little part of a building came open for rent. 

It was small, cozy even, but it’s exactly what you had in mind when you thought about your future store.

Your uncle ended up giving you a late “graduation gift” to help you with the downpayment for the location and the stuff you’d need within it.

It had taken months to build it up to what you wanted it to be, and honestly it still didn’t feel fully finished, but you finally felt secure enough to open it.

You’d named it “Tales of Scales” and it was your pride and joy. 

Well, next to Croissant of course.

You blinked, pulling yourself out of your reminiscing. You couldn’t believe it’d been a full year since you’d fully opened and you were still here.

It had been a bit of a slow day so far, but it usually was in the middle of the week. Some part of you still debated if you should even be open as often as you were, but considering you only had one other employee and half the power had to stay on anyway when you weren’t here to keep all the tanks warm and running, it really didn’t make much of a difference.

Plus, you’d have to come in anyway to clean the tanks and feed the animals who needed it, so why not just be open while you were at it?

Croissant, your bearded dragon, was currently resting on your shoulder. He had a perch on the main check out counter with a pathway that led back to his main enclosure, located just behind the desk. He loved the attention he got when customers came in. If he could spend all day sun bathing or being petted, he would.

You hummed softly to yourself as you looked back at your computer screen, double checking your inventory for the upcoming month. There were some new snake treats you’d seen advertised on Instagram recently, and you were debating if you should add them to your shelves or not.

The soft sound of the door opening pulled you away from the computer screen. You glanced up and saw two men, about your age if you had to guess, enter.

You gave them a small smile and bow. “Hello, welcome in. Let me know if you need help with anything.”

They both gave you a quiet greeting in return before talking to each other as they browsed through the shelves near the entrance.

You glanced back at your computer, glancing up at them periodically to make sure they were still doing well. Croissant was still vibing on your shoulder, completely content snuggled into your body heat.

The two eventually made their way to some of the enclosures near you. You were very particular about the selection of live animals you had available at your store. You made sure they were always healthy and had plenty of room to be happy. Most of them you acquired from breeders who you had connections with, normally when they had excess that weren’t already claimed for. You also weren’t afraid to help connect customers to the right person if they were looking for a critter that you didn’t currently have in person.

“Oh!” You heard one of them exclaim softly. You glanced over and saw they were standing in front of one of the gecko’s cases. 

The one who’d spoken was the excited one who gave you the urge to pinch his cheeks. He was smiling at the other boy as he pointed at the enclosure. “This one is like the one I’m getting!”

“Is that how big they get?” The other asked, bending over just slightly so he could peer through the glass easier.

“That one’s full grown,” you piped up, causing both men to look at you. “She’s pretty average size, so that’s about what you can expect.”

The excited one nodded eagerly, glancing at the other man. “Perfect size, right?”

“So you’re getting a crested gecko?” You asked curiously.

He looked back at you and you swore you saw a slight blush dusting his cheeks. “Uh, yeah! I’ve always liked lizards and stuff and so I decided to finally get one.”

You nodded. “I get it, I also like lizards and stuff,” you teased lightly.

The other boy snorted and the excited one’s blush grew exponentially. You decided to take it easy on him, though. You didn’t want to scare off a potential long-term customer.

“What all have you bought for them so far?” You prompted gently.

He brightened up at that. “Oh! I have the tank at home and a heating lamp for it already. I wanted to buy some of the decor in person though, so I looked up stores near me and I found this one!” He smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t even know this place existed or I would’ve come here sooner, I think.”

The other boy raised an eyebrow. “This is practically your cat cafe Sung-ah.”

The excited one (Sung?) looked like he was about to protest when he looked at you and his eyes widened.

Oh he finally spotted Croissant.

“Oh my gosh,” he breathed, eyes full of wonder. “On your shoulder- is that a bearded dragon?”

You gave a small shrug to gesture to him. “Yes it is. This is Croissant, the unofficial, official store mascot.” You glanced back at the boys. “You can come hold him if you want.”

You didn’t offer Croissant to everyone. There was a sign under his perch, actually, that gave strict instructions to not lift him up without an employee’s permission followed by an explanation of how to pet him safely (with one to two fingers, down his back, and to not poke his face).

“Seriously?” He asked near reverently. 

You nodded. “He’s a chill guy. He won’t mind.”

The guy scurried over and stopped in front of you. If he was a dog, though he gave off squirrel vibes honestly, he’d be vibrating with excitement.

“What’s his name?” He asked.

You slowly moved your hands up to scoop up Croissant and hold him out to the boy, who gently held his hands out. “This is Croissant. He’s 8 years old.”

Croissant huffed as he was moved off of his warm perch. He looked up at the man holding him and blinked before shifting to start crawling up his arm, deciding he wanted to be on someone’s shoulder, even if it wasn’t yours.

The guy yelped, but thankfully didn’t flail. You laughed. “Sorry about him. He’s very stubborn. He just wants to sit on your shoulder like he was on mine.”

The guy watched him with wide eye wonder, not even looking at you as he replied breathlessly. “Yeah, no, that’s fine. He can do whatever he wants.”

“Are all… lizards this friendly?” The other guy asked, clearly trying to remember what you’d called Croissant but giving up.

You shrugged. “Yes and no, depends on their parents’ personalities a little bit, and species does matter some, too. Bearded dragons are generally a very friendly option for people. I recommend them for those who have kids because they’re also a bit bigger, too, which makes them a little sturdier.

“Just like other pets, though, socialization is important if you’re getting a young reptile. The more often they have positive interactions with people, the less stressed they’ll be and many will even enjoy being around people,” you explained.

“I’m gonna have everyone come and hold her when I get her,” the excited one said, looking at the other guy.

The other guy laughed. “Maybe she could come to the studio with you.”

The excited one gasped. “Oh my god, do you think she could? I bet she could fit in my pocket!”

“You could maybe harness train her,” you suggested.

The excited, future-reptile owner looked at you. “What’s that?”

You leaned down behind the counter to grab Croissant’s harness. You placed it on the counter to show him. “We don’t carry a ton of these in stock, because not a lot of average reptile owners want them, but I do have a source if you’re interested.” You gestured toward the door where a sign was hanging by the entrance. “All friendly reptiles are welcome in our store as long as they’re safely contained in some way, and that includes being attached to a harness. This one is Croissant’s.”

“And he wears it?” The other boy asked.

You nodded. “I mean, he was unsure at first, but what pet isn't?” You shrugged. “Now he puts it on no fuss. He likes going on walks.”

“Should I get one now then?” The excited one asked. His eyes reminded you of boba with how wide and innocent they looked. “Or should I wait until she's full grown? Is it ever too late to train them for it?”

“When are you getting her?” You asked, tilting your head.

“In a little over a week,” he replied.

“Just bring her in then and I can help you out if you want,” you suggested. “Not right away, if you want to give her time to settle in first. I promise she doesn't need to be in a harness day one, or even month one, in order to eventually get used to one.”

He nodded along, still looking at you with his wide, excited eyes.

“So,” you said, stepping out from behind the counter, “want to get some stuff for her enclosure?”

“Yeah!” He replied eagerly. 

“Great, how big is the tank?” You asked as you started walking towards one of the shelves.

“Oh- um, will Croissant be okay like this?” He asked, still rooted in place.

You nodded. “Yeah I walk around with him on my shoulder all the time,” you turned to keep walking, “but if at any point he makes you uncomfortable, or you just want to be relieved of your perch duties, let me know.”

“I don't mind,” he replied softly before scurrying to catch up with you.

So as it turned out, the future gecko owner's name was Jisung and the friend he had with him was Minho. He ended up purchasing two nice branches for her to climb on, a dome shelter, a water dish, and a starter plant for his tank. You walked him through basic setup and even gave him one of the pamphlets you had printed out for all new reptile owners.

“I'm sure you know some of this already, but I always find having a reference to double check myself makes me feel better when I'm doing something new,” you explained as you slipped it into his bag.

“No, yeah, I appreciate it,” Jisung said, his adorable blush coming back.

“I want to see her once you get her,” you told him as you put his receipt into the bag. “Even if it's just you coming in and showing me a picture.”

“I'll be back, I promise,” he said as he scooped up the bag. “Thanks for all your help today.”

You smiled. “It's my pleasure. I'm always happy to help a new reptile owner. Sounds like you're gonna give her a good home.”

God his cheeks looked so cute when he blushed. “That's the goal. She deserves to be spoiled like any other pet would be.”

You grinned, glancing down at where Croissant was now happily laying on his perch. “I agree.”

When the two of them said their goodbyes, with Jisung thanking you once again for all your help, you were pretty sure he'd be back.

There was a chance he wouldn’t. He could just order his food online or go to a big name store, but the fact that he came in in the first place gave you some hope. 

You expected it wouldn't be immediately, though, and while you weren't in the habit of memorizing the faces of first time customers, something about him was sticking in your mind.

So you were a little surprised when, exactly a week later, he came back through the door.

You'd been stocking one of the shelves when you heard the familiar sound. “Welcome in,” you called out, finishing what you were doing before turning around. “If you need any help just let me know- oh, Jisung! Hi!”

Jisung blinked. “You remember my name?”

You shrugged. “Of course, why wouldn't I? Did you get your gecko early?”

He blinked, a blush immediately rising to his cheeks. “I didn't think you'd remember that either- um, I mean, I'm picking her up today and I realized I wasn't sure if she'd have a good carrying container? Then I wasn't sure what even was a safe way to transport a gecko, so I figured I'd stop by here since you probably would know.”

You smiled. “I mean, whoever you’re getting her from probably has her in a safe travel container already. If you don’t mind me asking, where are you getting her from?”

Jisung quickly explained and you nodded along as he did. “Yeah, they’re a good one. They’ll definitely have you hooked up, but-” You turned towards the shelves, “if you want to be extra sure, I can definitely help you out.”

Jisung nodded, smiling bashfully. “Yes please. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

You led him around your small store, hooking him up with Croissant’s favorite treats, a small travel container, and a misting bottle.

“I mean, she probably won’t need it for the short trip,” you reassured him as you helped him check out, “but, they do like humid environments. I bet she’ll already have a damp towel at the bottom of the container she’s in when you get her, though.”

Jisung continued to nod along to everything you said. Keeping his gaze on you as he tapped his card against the terminal. “Thank you for all of your help.”

“You clearly did a lot of research too, I’m sure you would’ve figured it out without me,” you told him seriously, “but I’m still happy I could help even a little bit.”

“No, no, you helped a lot,” he reassured. “I mean, I did research a lot but,” that lovely blush comes back onto his face, “I second guess myself a lot, so having someone who clearly knows what they’re talking about tell me I’m doing it right means a lot.”

You beamed. “Well then I’m doubly happy I could help.” You reached out, playfully nudging his shoulder. “You got this. You’re gonna give her a great home.”

“Thanks,” he breathed softly. He looked at you for a moment longer, before blinking, breaking the moment.

He leaned back away from the check out counter, laughing slightly. “But, um, yeah, hah, thanks for your help. I should probably get going.”

You nodded, fingers twitching on the counter. “Yeah, of course. Next time I see you, you’ll hopefully have a name for her, yeah?”

He laughed more genuinely this time. “For sure.”

The rest of your day went by normally. The flow of customers was fairly slow, so you managed to get some cleaning done, including deep cleaning Croissant’s tank.

As you were closing up your store that evening, Jisung kept popping up in your head. You knew why. He was cute, charming, and also had a soft spot for reptiles, which was always a huge plus in your book.

Plus, he seemed so dedicated to making sure he was about to give his new gecko a good home. Considering it was his first reptile pet, you were super impressed by his dedication.

You assumed it’d be a few more days until you saw him again. He probably had work, and he really didn’t have a reason to come in immediately. He’d bought plenty of supplies from your store already, and more from online retailers as well.

So imagine your surprise as you started to walk home after locking up the shop, when you spotted his face on a large sign on a building.

Well, it wasn’t just his face, Minho was there, too, as well as six other men.

Holy shit. He was a k-pop idol??

You knew of Stray Kids. You listened to music of all kinds, you just rarely looked up the artists to memorize their faces. Plenty of your friends and customers had mentioned their love for random k-pop groups, including naming some of their pets after them. Stray Kids was one that had come up more than once.

And you’d had two of them in your store. One of them twice now.

There was a part of you that felt you needed to do something with this information. What if Han expected that you knew who he was? Should you look him up? 

You ended up throwing on some of their music as you made dinner that evening, thoughts still racing around your head. Out of curiosity, you did look up the group, to see if there was something glaring you needed to know.

You read a basic bio of the members, mainly their names and the roles they played. Jisung was apparently one of the main rappers and was also part of their production group known as 3Racha.

And then… you just closed the tabs. It felt wrong to read more, even if the information was right there and thousands, if not millions of people knew more about Jisung and his likes and dislikes than you did.

But did you really need to know?

By the next morning, your mind had settled. Sure the guy in your shop was probably fairly rich, travelled the world, and had millions of fans. So what?

He was also clearly passionate about reptiles, got a bit nervous talking to strangers, and looked adorable when he blushed.

And you kinda wanted to squish his face.

And his eyes looked so pretty when he got excited.

… And you really hoped he'd come back to your store sometime.

As much as you tried to distract yourself, Jisung kept lingering in your mind over the next couple of days.

Your store was open on Saturdays, but you gave yourself Sunday and Monday off instead. At least working at the store helped keep you mostly distracted, but over the weekend, not so much.

Croissant was surely tired of your attempts at keeping busy by Monday, so you made yourself leave the house and take Croissant to the park for a bit. You also drafted up a few posts for your store's socials and updated the website with promotions for your new inventory you were getting in next week.

Come Tuesday, you were itching to get into the store, anything to give you less time to fight the urge to check Jisung's socials.

Had pick gone well with his lizard? How did she do on the ride back to his place? Had he shared her with the world? If so, what did they think? What had he decided to name her? How did her enclosure look now that she was in it?

Croissant shifted on her perch, causing you to snap out of your thoughts. You glanced over and saw her staring at you, unimpressed.

“What?” You asked her. 

Croissant blinked at you.

“You don't even know what I'm thinking,” you pointed out.

Her tail flicked. 

You groaned. “I know, it's stupid to be crushing on a guy I barely know, but you saw his big eyes right? And how excited he was about everything in here? That's like my biggest weakness.”

Despite remaining silent, Croissant was clearly judging you. 

You'd had a steady flow of customers that day, maybe above average for a Tuesday but nothing wildly busy. 

It was about 30 minutes before closing and the store was peacefully quiet. You were finishing cleaning one of the cages when you heard the door open. 

“Welcome in,” you called out. “If you need any help, I’ll be with you in a moment.”

You finished refilling the water dishes and setting everything back into place before getting the snake who had been residing in there out of his temporary box and back into his home.

He settled back in easily and you smiled, closing up the top and finally stepping away to look for the customer that had come in.

He was easy to spot, a familiar silhouette hanging out by the register. He was gently petting Croissant, who was leaning into his touch, eyes closed in contentment. 

You felt your steps stutter for half a second before you composed yourself, taking a soft, but deep breath.

“Hey Jisung,” you greeted, walking over to the counter.

Jisung jumped slightly and you had to resist the urge to giggle. 

“Hey!” He greeted, standing up straighter, though his hand didn’t leave Croissant. “I, um, I was worried I was going to make it before you closed.” A blush crept slowly up his cheeks as he spoke. “I tried to come yesterday, but I didn’t realize you guys were closed on Mondays, which was totally my fault for not checking. I know being open every day of the week is unreasonable anyway so like, it’s not a big deal you were closed or anything I just uh-” 

You smiled at him, leaning against the counter. “You’re all good. We’re open on Saturdays, and since supposedly a ‘work life balance’ is healthy or something," you made air quotes teasingly as you said it, “I decided I should probably still have two days off a week.”

Jisung licked his lips, cheeks still a dusty pink. “I honestly hadn’t thought about the fact that I’ve only ever seen you here before. Does anyone else work here?”

You shrugged. “It’s mostly me. I have one part-time employee who comes in a couple evenings a week, mainly Fridays and Saturdays because they’re our busiest days, but also stock day, too.”

Jisung nodded along as you spoke, his tongue peeking out for a moment, distracting you momentarily.

“So, um,” you said, regaining your train of thought. “Did you need something on Monday?”

He perked up. “Oh, um, not necessarily,” he admitted sheepishly. “I know you wanted to see picture of Richard once I got her, and I know it’s too soon to bring her, but I wanted to show you pictures. I was freer yesterday than today, so I almost didn’t make it. I know it could’ve waited but-”

“No, I’m glad you came,” you replied softly. “Come on then, show me. I want to see her.”

Jisung beamed, immediately whipping his phone out. Croissant grumbled as he lost access to his chin scratcher.

He would live.

“She did great on the car ride home, and she started being curious about her tank super quickly,” he started saying excitedly as he turned his phone for you to see. “A few of the memb- my friends have already come over to meet her. She’s so cute, too.”

You nodded, cooing at the photos. “She’s super cute. I’m excited to meet her.” You glanced over at him. “So, Richard?”

He laughed. “Um, yeah. It’s sort of an English joke but also, because Richard and lizard sound similar, you know?”

You snorted, which evolved into a laugh. “Oh my gosh, that’s hilarious. Perfect name for her. How did you think of that?”

“I can’t take all of the credit,” he shrugged, still smiling. “Honestly my friend Changbin is the one who suggested it.”

“Well I’m excited when you finally bring her by,” you said. 

Jisung nodded, suddenly looking more nervous. He glanced over at Croissant, fiddling with one of the sleeves on his jacket. “So, um, uh, have you heard about the dinosaur cafe downtown?”

You nodded, eyes lighting up. “Yeah, I think I saw that on Instagram. It just opened recently, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah it did,” he replied. “Would you- uh… maybe want to go? Together?”

Your heart fluttered but you tried not to get your hopes up. “As friends..?”

“No- I mean, unless that’s what you’d prefer!” He quickly said. “But, um, I’d like it to be a date if you would also like that. For it to be a date, that is.”

You felt a blush crawl up your own cheeks now. “I mean, I would like that, too.”

Jisung beamed, his shoulders relaxing. “Okay, cool, great.”

“I do have to admit something, though,” you said in a bit of a rush. Jisung blinked at you, waiting, so you continued. “I do know that you're, like, a big k-pop idol. I saw your face on my way home the other night on a big screen. I didn't know before then, but I felt like you should know that.”

He looked hesitant when you first started but then he relaxed again and nodded. “I mean, I was pretty sure you didn't know me, at first at least. I can't always read people, but usually I can tell.” He shrugs. “You would've found out eventually, but… are you okay with that?”

You shrugged too. “A job is a job. I've heard some of your guys' music before. It's really good.”

He blushed. “Well, thanks. I'm really proud of what we do. What we have done.”

“Then I'd really like to hear more about it,” you told him honestly. “Do I need to sign like, an NDA or something to go on a date with you then?”

Jisung spluttered and you laughed playfully. “Uh, Skigji would probably prefer that. Not that I don't trust you, but-”

You waved a hand. “No, you're fine. It'd be like a whole liability probably.” You tilted your head to the side. “How much could someone reasonably sell your phone number for?”

Jisung laughed. “Oh gosh, tens of thousands at least. Some Stay are pretty determined when it comes to stuff like that.” He licked his lips, looking mildly more confident now. “You'd need to have my number first in order to sell it though, so.” He put out a hand and winked at you.

You laughed but couldn't stop the blush from spreading as you placed your phone in his hand. “Smooth.”

He shrugged nonchalantly as he typed into your phone. “I try, sometimes.” He handed the phone back to you. 

“So,” you shot him a text, signing it with your name, “now that I have your number, and you have mine… when do you want to go on this date?”

He blinked rapidly, his cool act quickly diminishing. “Oh! Um, are you available maybe tomorrow evening?”

You giggled. “Yeah, I think my calendar’s clear then.”

“Great!” He beamed. “I can pick you up here at 5?”

You nodded. “That works.”

“Cool, cool,” he nodded. “Um… I guess I’ll get out of your hair then, let you close up the shop and all.”

You shrugged. “I don’t mind, you’re certainly not a bother.”

He beamed. “Well, I could help if you want?”

You laughed. “I mean, sure. How do you feel about sweeping?”

You switched the sign to closed as Jisung began sweeping the floor. Even though you’d closed with your employee a few times, doing it with Jisung felt different. It was still so easy to talk to him, and even though he needed some guidance with your closing tasks, it was honestly fun.

As you locked up the store, Croissant safely tucked away for the journey home, Jisung lingered nearby, shifting from foot to foot.

“Um, I could walk you home if you’d like?” He offered. 

“I’m sure it’s out of your way,” you countered.

He shrugged. “I don’t mind… I like spending time with you.”

“And you're not worried about being spotted or something?”

He slipped a face mask on and put his hood up. “People don’t usually notice me when I’m by myself.”

“Then sure,” you smiled, “I wouldn’t mind the company. Especially when they’re cute.”

He spluttered, and even with the mask on you could see the blush on his face. “Not as cute as you.”

You blushed in return. "Up for debate."

“Well we can debate then, on our date tomorrow,” Jisung offered.

You laughed. “I’m looking forward to it.”

The Case Begins

You leaned back in your chair, eyes scanning the board in front of you. Photos, notes, and newspaper clippings were pinned in a chaotic display across the corkboard. All centered around a string of unsolved murders that had been haunting the city for months now.

It wasn’t just the brutality of the killings that had made headlines—it was the precision. Each crime scene, so meticulously staged, so calculated. There was something almost… personal about the way they were set up. Like the killer wanted to leave a message—one that was too complex to decipher.

You rubbed your temple, frustration mounting. You knew you were close, but the pieces weren’t fitting. You could feel it in your gut. Every time you thought you were one step away, the trail seemed to fade just out of reach.

It was around that time that you noticed him—a figure who had become a familiar face in the case. Tall, with dark, brooding eyes. He’d been attending every one of the briefings, standing in the back of the room, barely saying a word but always watching. You couldn’t help but feel a strange pull whenever his gaze landed on you. It unsettled you in a way you couldn’t explain, and you weren’t sure if it was because he was involved or if it was just his presence that had an unnerving quality to it.

His name was Johnny—a former detective turned consultant for the department. He was there on his own terms, never explaining much about what he was working on, just offering his insight when the higher-ups requested it.

You’d found yourself alone in the office late one evening when he approached your desk. His steps were soft, but his presence was impossible to ignore.

"Still working on the case?" His voice was low, calm.

You glanced up, offering a tight smile. "Yeah. I can’t shake the feeling I’m missing something. But I’m not sure what it is yet."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing with curiosity. "You think you’ll figure it out? Or do you think the killer will get away with it?"

There was a sharpness in his voice, a coldness that sent a slight shiver down your spine. You met his gaze, trying to assess the man in front of you. "I don’t believe in giving up," you said firmly. "I’ll catch him."

Johnny didn’t speak for a moment. He simply stared at you, his gaze unreadable. Then, with a small, almost imperceptible smile, he turned and walked away.

But you couldn’t shake the feeling that his words weren’t just about the case. They felt like a warning—something that lingered, hanging in the air long after he was gone.

Tension Rising

Over the next few days, Johnny’s presence became harder to ignore. He would appear in the background of your meetings, always just out of reach. Every time you caught his gaze, there was something intense behind his eyes—something dangerous. It was as if he knew more than he was letting on.

One evening, as you worked late again, Johnny was the only other person left in the building. You had expected him to leave, but when you looked up, he was standing in the doorway of your office, watching you.

"You don’t give up, do you?" His voice was low, almost a whisper.

You felt a tightening in your chest as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him. "I don’t. I need to finish this." Your tone was firm, but you couldn’t deny the slight nervousness creeping in.

Johnny walked closer, his movements fluid and controlled. "I admire that. But sometimes… the answer isn’t what you expect."

He was standing a few feet away now, his gaze fixed on you. There was something about the way he looked at you that sent a chill through your body.

"What are you saying?" you asked, voice low.

Johnny stepped closer, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. "I’m saying you should be careful, detective. Some things are better left uncovered."

You swallowed hard, a knot forming in your stomach. There was a heavy silence between you, broken only by the sound of your breathing.

And then, before you could react, he was right in front of you, his hand brushing against your arm. The contact was electric, and you felt a pulse of heat shoot through you. You looked up into his eyes, searching for any sign of his intentions.

Johnny’s lips quirked into a small, almost knowing smile. "You think you can catch me, don’t you?"

You didn’t answer. You didn’t have to.

The slow burn of tension between you and Johnny continued, like a thread that was growing tighter with each passing moment. You didn’t know why you couldn’t stop thinking about him. But every time he came near, that simmering unease—along with something else—pulsed between you.

And somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn’t shake the thought: What if he was the one you were chasing all along?

Only You Saw Me

The kiss deepened until it wasn’t a kiss anymore — it was a confession of everything you both had buried.

Johnny lifted you like you weighed nothing, setting you on the old wooden table in the center of the room, his hands firm but reverent on your waist. The tension between you snapped the moment your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him in close. His mouth dragged down your jaw to your throat, kissing with teeth, tongue, and heat.

"You don’t know," he rasped, pulling your shirt over your head, "how long I’ve needed this. Needed you."

Your fingers fumbled at his jeans, breath hitching as you felt him — big, hard, pulsing against your thigh.

He hissed as your hand brushed him, voice gravel in your ear. "You’ll ruin me."

His mouth found your breast, hot and open, tongue circling, sucking hard until you arched into him. Then he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one hand, the other slipping past your waistband.

He found you soaked, panting, clenching at nothing.

"Already like this?" he growled. "All for me?"

You could barely speak. You nodded, gasping, body burning.

He yanked your pants down roughly, guiding himself to your entrance. "Eyes on me."

And when he pushed in — slow, thick, deliberate — your breath broke entirely.

You clawed at his shoulders. He groaned into your neck. "So damn tight," he gritted. "You’re mine now. You know that, right?"

You nodded frantically, crying out when he began to move. Fast, punishing thrusts that made the table creak beneath you. The slap of skin, the grip of his hands, the sting of every breath — it was rough but intoxicating. The way he bit your shoulder, licked over it, told you he was lost too.

He pulled out and spun you around over the table, tugging your hips back and sinking in again from behind with a loud groan. This time deeper, harder — you cried out his name, fingers scrabbling at the worn wood. He fisted your hair, pulling your head back as he snapped his hips into you with wild hunger.

"You take me so damn good," he grunted. "No one else. Only you."

Your legs trembled. The pleasure was overwhelming — and when he leaned over, hand sliding to your throat with just enough pressure to tilt your chin up, it pushed you to the edge. You came shaking around him, gasping like you’d been starved.

But he wasn’t done.

He turned you again, lifted you up onto him, and fucked you standing. Your back hit the wall, arms wrapped around his neck as you rode out his rhythm, overstimulated but too far gone to stop. His hands gripped your ass, bouncing you harder, faster, until he groaned like he couldn’t hold it in anymore.

"Where do you want it, baby?" he asked, desperate.

You kissed him. "Inside."

He came with a loud moan into your neck, trembling, buried deep inside you as his body shook. You clung to him like gravity had disappeared.

Then he held you.

He sank to the floor with you still in his arms, your body limp against his, his hand brushing your hair off your sweaty forehead. He kissed your temple, his chest rising and falling in sync with yours.

"You okay?" he whispered.

You nodded, burying your face into his neck.

He cleaned you gently with his shirt, whispering praise like prayer. “So good for me… so beautiful, even now.”

His thumb brushed your cheekbone. His voice softened.

“I’ve done terrible things. But this—" he kissed your lips, slow, honest, “—this was the only thing that’s ever felt real.”

You hadn’t moved from his lap.

Johnny sat back against the wall with you curled into him, the early morning light creeping through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. His hand had never stopped stroking your back, like he feared you might vanish if he let go.

You didn’t speak. You couldn't. Your body ached in every delicious way imaginable, but your mind was at war.

He was a killer. You were a detective.

And you had just made love — no, fucked — like it was the only thing keeping you alive.

“I should arrest you,” you whispered.

Johnny laughed softly, but there was no mockery in it. “You should’ve done that the moment I had you against that table.”

You looked up, and his face was calm. Like a man who’d made peace with something, even if the world burned around him.

“You’re not afraid?”

He shrugged. “I’ve been running my whole life. I wasn’t afraid of dying. I was afraid of you seeing who I was.”

You swallowed, throat tight.

“But you did,” he continued, brushing his fingers across your lower lip, “and you stayed.”

The words hit harder than any bullet.

“I don’t know what to do,” you said honestly. “You make me forget who I am.”

“No,” he murmured, kissing your temple. “I make you remember who you really are.”

You stared at him, the man with blood on his hands and a heart that beat like it belonged to you. His touch was still gentle. Reverent. You realized his crimes weren’t just sins — they were shields. Walls he built around something soft.

You should’ve left.

Instead, you kissed him again — slow, searching, like maybe the truth lived somewhere between your lips.

The End.

When you heard thunder rumbling in the distance earlier, you didn’t think anything of it. You’d be done before the rain comes! Nope. You scramble to gather all of the books you laid out at your stand, getting them under the surface so they won’t get damaged. A giant flash of light followed closely by clap of thunder startles you, and you bleat, your long furry ears pressing back against your hair. Your short tail under your hanbok twitches, slightly rustling the fabric it lays under. Once all of the books you’re selling are safe, you grab the sseugaechima you have and sling it over your head, stepping back toward the building you’re in front of. It’s some kind of accessories shop, but the roof awning is quite short and so you’re barely able to hide from the downfall underneath it. People scramble on the street to flee to rain, and the few of them that have coverings continue on their way normally. You peek out from under your own covering, observing the sky best you can. It’s clearly not going to end anytime soon; it’s just that time of the year. You have no idea how you’re going to get all the books back to your house. Your father doesn’t mind you working to copy and sell books for the local seller, but he won’t let you establish your own business. The seller you work for also doesn’t have a store front himself and so the two of you sell at stalls in the market.

You decide to wait just a bit longer, wondering if the shop owner of the building behind you will let you store the books for a bit. The street has more or less cleared out, but you watch a nobleman come closer. His clothes are nice, even nicer than yours, so his status is probably much higher. The gat he wears is adorned with a silk strap and the beading is clearly finely made as well. As you look over him, the belt tying his hanbok accentuates his narrow waist and wide shoulders. Your eyes travel up to his face and he’s stunning. But also…he has tiger ears. As he gets closer, you catch a glimpse of his long tail. Definitely a tiger. It’s incredibly likely that the guy is not just nobility, he’s possibly one of the princes. There are like eight of them so that isn’t too unlikely. Despite the downfall, he’s simply strolling down the street, almost likes there isn’t any rain. Since you’re one of the few people still outside, he stops in front of your seemingly empty stall. He lifts his head, and his eyes meet yours and you feel them widen. Instinct flares to life, your deer-like genes screaming at the sight of the predatory gaze. It isn’t that he’s trying to scare or threaten you, he just simply is a predator hybrid, and you a prey.

"Have you nowhere to go to escape the rain?" He’s definitely of high status, with not just tone but the exact words he uses. You nod dumbly, back pressing to the stone foundation of the building behind you. The sseugaechima over your head covers your deer-like ears and your tail is completely hidden by your hanbok.

"I-I have books to sell, and I don’t want them to get wet." You point under the stall, and at the crate that holds your wares. He makes an 'ah' of acknowledgement. You wonder why he feels the need to stop at an empty stall.

"You might have to wait a while for the rain to stop." He looks up at the sky. You sigh, knowing he’s right.

"Do you want me to help?" He offers and you flinch. Really?

"If you wish, my lord." You bow a bit, and he huffs.

"Shh. Pretend I'm not that important." His smile is much softer than you expected from a tiger. You nod, not able to speak and he comes around and you drag the crate out, ready to use the sseugaechima to cover it.

"Use this." He corrects, taking the cloth that you’d laid out on the wooden stall, and you wonder how frazzled you are that you forgot about it. He tucks the edges of the fabric over the books and easily lifts the crate. You move around him so you can start to lead him home and you feel tense the whole time. Negating that he’s a tiger and you a deer, he’s clearly a nobleman, and he’s doing physical work…Then again, you’re technically a noble yourself, and a female at that. Finally getting to the entrance for your family's estate, the gate is open already and you wave for one of your father's guards to come and help. The guard takes the crate from the tiger, bowing deep in respect and then dashes off to put your wares in your quarters.

"Thank you, my lord." You bow again, sseugaechima still covering your head.

"San." he adds, and your brow furrows trying to wonder why he’s talking about a mountain. Then it hits you, it’s his name, he is one of the princes!

"Oh, yes, your highness. (Y/N)." You introduce yourself as well, staying bowed and making sure not to look at his face.

"Get inside and out of the rain Lady (Y/N)." He smiles and your eyes flit to his gorgeous face. You bow deeper then dash further into the courtyard and book it to your quarters.

 ~θωθ~

Looking up at the clear blue sky, you squint at the tiny white cloud you can see. It had rained for nearly four days straight and therefore you couldn’t set up your stall for that long. You don’t really have need for money since your father is…well, rich, but he doesn’t just give you pocket money to buy stuff for yourself. It’s because you want books that aren’t normally what noble women would read, you know, like things you can actually learn from. You’ve read more than your fair share of romances and adventures from copying them. After you’ve set out the final pile of books, you look at your hand and rub your finger over the callus you got from holding the brush. Yes, it’s painstaking, but you’re extremely glad that you can use hangul, it would take ten times longer if you had to use hanja. Right as you get done setting up, two women stroll up and you continue your day.

~

About an hour before you’d get ready to go home, you note that you’ve done well for the day and have only about six books left, each a different one. Since it had slowed, you’re sitting on a stool, people watching the few that are wandering around. It’s nearing the evening mealtime, and you can smell the food from the restaurant down the road on the corner. Your stomach rumbles and you sigh deeply, ears drooping. You start to zone out a bit, watching some birds on the ground, not looking up when someone stops.

"What is this one like?" the man asks, and you finally look up so you can see which book he’s pointing to.

"Hm, something about a servant seducing a nobleman's son…" You sniff and look up at the guy and startle. It’s that prince from before! Even if you hadn't carved his face into your memory, it’s a bit obvious from his tiger ears right under the brim of his gat. You immediately stand and bow, and he looks around quickly.

"It's fine, I'm trying to lay low." He waves you off and your eyes catch sight of the black claw-like nails on the end of each finger. You risk glancing up at his face and he’s smiling, dimples indenting his cheeks, your eyes focus on his large canine teeth. You feel your tail flick a few times, your skirt ruffling a bit. You feel his eyes moving over your face and your ear flicks at well, nervous under the gaze of his golden colored eyes. You freeze when his arm moves, hand coming up and your eyes follow the movement till you can’t see, and you feel a little tug on your earring.

"These aren't real." He makes note of it, and you cringe. You had wanted real jade earrings, but you didn’t have enough money, and so you had to settle with those instead. Your father might have bought those for you, but you really wanted them right then and there. You aren’t even sure what they’re actually made of.

"N-no." You bow your head, and he lets them go.

"When do you leave?" His question startle you and your ear flicks again.

"In about an hour."

"Don't leave till I get back." He tells you and he heads off further down the market road, back the way he came. You blink after him, eyes wide, wondering what the heck that was all about.

~

You do as he asked though and wait for him to return. Glancing up at the sky, you have another ten minutes or so and he still isn’t back. If you didn’t know he was one of the princes, you’d have left, but he told you to stay. You still hadn't sold the rest of your books despite a few people stopping by, and so you start to put them in the crate. Looking down into the mostly empty container, you look to the side and see him coming. Even at a distance you can see his smile when he notices you’re still there, and he jogs to meets you sooner.

"You stayed."

"Well, you said to." You shrug, not looking at his face. Part of it’s because of his status, but it’s also because he’s so handsome. Too handsome, actually. You wonder if all the princes are so. You watch as he pulls something out from the interior pocket of his jeogori, a small but detailed wooden box coming out. He holds it out to you, and you hesitated to grab it.

"Go ahead." He waves his arm a bit and you gently take it with both hands, lifting the hinged lid. You gasp, looking at the earrings inside. They look nearly identical to yours, but they’re obviously real jade.

"W-what?" You have to look at his face then, see what his expression is for some sort of explanation. His cheeks are a tiny bit red, and his own ear flicks some and you can see his long striped-tail swaying behind him.

"Your Lord Bak's daughter, from the Saseum Clan?"

"Y-yes?" He smiles a bit bashfully, looking down as he swings his leg around, drawing a circle with his foot.

"Can you take me to talk to him?" You nod jerkily, a little shocked at the request. Before you can grab the crate, he takes it, and you ball up the cloth from the stall and shove it on top of the books. You walk next to him as you head toward your home, feeling a bit weird, like you should be following him. You’ve never directly interacted with a prince before him, but you still know the basic rules. Don't look at his face, walk behind him, don't be physically higher than him, speak formally… Yes, he’s trying to lay low, but that doesn’t change who he is. You wonder who is genuinely ignorant enough to not know who he is though since he’s so obviously a tiger hybrid. When you show up to the house with the same man carrying your book crate as the time before, your father's guard is a little skeptical. He still takes the crate from the prince- San, his name is San, you remember.

"Can you please get Lord Bak?" He asks and the guard's gaze flicks to you, and you give a short nod. As he goes to do so, you stand with the prince awkwardly, swaying just a bit so your skirt twirls a bit around you. Your ears are twitching so much that your old, fake earring jingles. Your arm twist around your back so your hand can tug on the end of your braid, a nervous habit.

"(Y/N)? Who is this?" Your father comes around the corner, strolling down the stone-paved path toward both of you. He glances at San, and you cringe slightly at how much smaller your father is than him. His jeongjagwan is modified to fit around his antlers, only that puts him at the same height as the prince.

"I am Prince San, Lord Bak. I have come to ask permission to court your daughter for marriage." You balk at this, turning to gape at him directly. Your head turns back to your father whose gaze has sharpened. You know that there’s a lot of noblemen that have brought their sons as potential suitors, and your parents have turned down every single one. Will San be different? You’re lucky that your parents do takes into consideration your opinion on most things.

"You are the fifth eldest, no?"

"Yes."

"Are your parents aware of your request?"

"Not yet, though I have been given more freedom since I am far down in the line of succession." It seems the men are having another conversation through their eyes.

"Is that why you’d be allowed to marry a prey hybrid?" The prince falters for a reply, it seems he hadn’t even taken that part into consideration.

"I will need to request an audience with his highness." Your father answers and San seems to deflate.

"What do you think of this?" Your father turns to look at you and you cast a nervous glance at the tiger next to you. You know that you’ll have very little say in reality, and you wish you lived about a thousand years earlier. You know, before Confucianism ruined feminism. Though, the prince seems to be very sweet, and he’s extremely attractive. It could be way worse.

"If my lord finds it auspicious." You bow your head a bit and your father hums.

"Why don't you go back inside, (Y/N)?" The request is more of a command than a suggestion and you scurry off to do so. As you enter, your mother comes down the hall and you meet her.

"Geez, mother…" You lead her to spin around, and she does, though with a confused look. Adjusting her binyeo so it’s setting in her bun evenly, she then turns back to face you.

"Were you speaking with someone?" She peeks around you so she can look out the window, but she can’t see.

"A suitor…" You tell her and her long, furry ears perk up.

"I shall see then," she nudges past you and goes to go out and you huff a sigh, heading back to your room.

~

"(Y/N), your father requests your presence in the courtyard." A handmaiden comes to summon you, and you get up from your floor desk to follow her out. Your father is not alone, Prince San standing with him. It was only three days prior that your father had an audience with the king, and since the prince is there…

"Yes, father?" You come out and stop before them, bowing at the waist some.

"It seems that it is auspicious…" Your father tosses a glance at the prince, and you look up at both of them. Your gaze going to the tiger's handsome face, and he’s beaming.

~^ω^~

The next few weeks are a blur and before you know it you’ve gone through the marriage ceremony, and you’re moved into his own little palace that belongs to the greater palace grounds. Since he’s one of the younger princes you share a palace, whereas the queen and the crown princess have their own places. There’s a place as well for any consorts that the royals might have as well, but it seems San requested you to live with him. Honestly, you think it quite impersonal for a husband and wife not to share a room and bed each night, but that seems to be the norm for royalty. When you learn that even princes sometimes have consorts, you got a little insecure. What if you alone aren’t enough?

"What's wrong, (Y/N)?" San's voice catches your attention, and you turn to him as he enters. You’ve been standing in the middle of the room, just looking over everything, the room fairly barren compared to the overall size.

“I was just…” You stop, trying to think of how to word it. He hums for you to continues.

“I was just trying to soak in everything I’ve been told to learn.” You lie, not ready to bring the subject up quite yet. Your head is pounding from all the new information you’ve been pumped full with and you’re nervous about messing up. Luckily since you were a noble already, you knew most of the rules and practices, but you’re going to be under a bit harsher scrutiny. Not a bit, a lot. Your head feels strange, having your long braid looped up into a chignon braid, the jade binyeo holding it up making it feel heavier. The cheopji sitting on the middle of the top of your head is heavy as well, since it’s gold. Your hanbok is of much higher quality and you feel nervous about getting it messy or torn somehow.

"(Y/N)?" He calls your name again and you snap out of your tumbling thoughts.

"Why did your eldest brother step down as heir?" You finally remember the question you’ve been wanting to ask him, before your insecurities start to spiral. You’d heard some of the other women talking about it but don’t want to rely on gossip.

"Hm. The woman he fell in love with was too low in status. He abdicated so he could marry her. That's why Hongjoong is the crown prince."

"I see. The eldest is Seonghwa, yes?" San hums and you sigh, racking your brain for all the names you’ve learned. There are too many. Finally, you look over San…your husband. Just the thought makes you a bit giddy. Even though it hasn't been very long since you two met, maybe about two months, you have endeared to each other. He’s so sweet, contrasted greatly with the normal thoughts of how tigers are. Then again, he’s a hybrid, not a full tiger. He’s in a much different ensemble than what you met him in, more princely clothes. He doesn’t have any kind of headwear on then, just his manggeon and you can see the streak of orange and white in his hair to the right of the center of his head.

"Are you nervous?" he asks and your ears flick. Not really sure what he’s talking about, you just nod. You are, but you aren’t for sure in what way he means. He steps forward and his hands find your waist, your own landing on his chest. San pulls you closer and your ears press back against your head. Your nervous habit of tugging on your braid is going to have to be replaced since it’s no longer hanging down your back. You let out a noise similar to a bleat when he hauls you even closer, his nose nuzzling against your ear.

"We get to make it official." he whispers and what he’s getting at finally hits you. The consummation of the marriage. You’re nervous, and a bit worried as well. You were told that predators have a much more aggressive…mating process. Plus, apparently, tiger hybrids are much likes real tigers, and have 'barbs' on their… You’re in your own thoughts; you can say whatever; they have barbs on their cocks. Plus, you’re a good 30 centimeters shorter than your husband and he’s just big overall. Your hands on his chest fist, digging your fingers into the fabric and you squeak when the claws on his hands dig into your own clothes enough you feel them against your hips. You shudder as his slightly rough tongue runs up the side of your throat. Your heart rate spikes, nearly taking your breath away, some primal part inside of you freaking out.

"Your high-"

"It's just us, call me San."

"San, I-"

"Your highness!" A eunuch calls from the other side of the door, and you pull back. He reluctantly lets you remove yourself from him and you turn away from the door as he turns toward it. He allows the servant in, and you’re informed that the bathing chambers are ready. After the eunuch steps out and the handmaidens are waiting outside patiently, San goes back to you.

"Why don't we be efficient and take a bath together?" He wraps his arms around you from behind and you’re sure he feels your tail wag nervously even through the layers of fabric you both have on.

"C-can we?"

"Hm. I don't see why not. Not exactly traditional, but…I can get away with a lot." He chuckles and you feel it rumble through his chest pressed to your back. When he finally pulls back, you turn to him, face warm and he grins.

"So cute." He nuzzles your ear again and then comes back, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours. It’s your first kiss as a married couple, not that you haven't stolen a few leading up to that point. This one is different though and he nearly growls as he deepens the kiss. You squeak, it’s like he’s trying to eat you, and the obvious comparison is not lost on you. His tongue is rough against yours when it wiggles into your mouth and your head swims when his large canines clacked against your much smaller ones. When his lips let yours go, a trail of saliva connects your mouths, and you let out a shaky breath.

"Go with the handmaidens and get ready, I'll join after." San presses another kiss to your cheek and allows you to leave his embrace. You stop in front of the door, looking back at him again as the servant on the other side opens the door. He smiles warmly and you bite your lip giddily and then follow the maids to the bathing chamber. They carefully remove your garments and take your hair down, so it’s still just in a braid, you don’t need to wash it yet. You’re left in a simple white sokchima, not ready to be fully disrobed since San is still to come in. You hear his own servants getting him ready in the adjoining room and as soon as your maids leave, the side door opens. He steps in, closing it behind him and you gasp, eyes widening. Speaking of wide…his shoulders are so broad, especially compared to his waist. It’s fairly obvious even when he’s clothed, but right then he only has a pair of white sokbaji. His torso is toned as well and your mouth, still hanging open, starts to water. Well, not really, but you’re close. Feeling very small and delicate under his intense gaze, it softens when he notices your shoulders are tense.

"Come here." San coos, coming to meet you halfway and you let him hug you again, not able to help yourself placing your hands on his bare chest. His skin is smooth, and his muscles are hard and your thighs clench as you practically stroke him. He chuckles and your eyes flit up to his, ears flopping they’re twitching so hard. His tail is sticking out the back of his pants, swaying slightly, his ears drooping just a bit.

"Can I take this off, (Y/N)?" The prince's voice is quiet but deep in your ear and his hands grip the back of your sokchima.

"Y-yes." You do feel the amount of clothes is fairly unequal, but your final garment being removed will leave you completely bare. Shivering a tad as he pulls the tie open, the straps of the undergarment fall from your shoulders, then the rest of the fabric onto the floor. Your arms go to cover yourself, but his hands stop you. Your face is hot, almost on fire and you can’t meet his gaze, ears no longer twitching but pressed back hard against your head. Your short tail is waving back and forth quickly, no longer impeded by any fabric over it.

"You're beautiful." San tells you as he makes sure you won’t cover yourself and he steps back a tad, fingers going to the tie of his sokbaji. Your tongue runs nervously over your bottom lip, eyes immediately zooming in on his hands. He notices your gaze's direction and he huffs a laugh but continues with his task. Your arm wraps around your back, tugging on the end of your braid, now free of the pin holding it up that shows your wedded status. It’s like time slows down as he lifts the waistband up and over his half-hard cock and the fabric pools on the floor as well and your eyes widen almost comically. You’ve never seem a man naked in person, only having seen what are basically medical diagrams in books. All you know is that they probably aren’t all that big, and he isn’t even fully hard. The little spines at the base and head of his cock aren’t quite like you’d imagined; unlike the barbed end of a fishhook you thought. Your cunt clenches hard, and you swallow hard as he steps closer.

"Here." He grabs your hand with his and brings it toward him. You both gasp when your small, warm hand wraps around his cock, and you bite your lip as you pump up with your fingers wrapped around him. You wonder if it’ll hurt with how thick he is, your fingers not even meeting, and you ponder what the flesh would feel like on your tongue.

"(Y/N)?" His amused voice pulls you from your thoughts and your head has to tip back to look him in the eye with how close you are. A drop splats onto the floor, and you realize what it is when your slick thighs rub against each other. A rumble rises in San's chest and his nose nuzzles over your ear again, then down your throat and he inhales deeply. The rumble pick up and his warm spiced scent grows stronger, and you feel his cock harden fully in your grip.

"Let's get in." You whine a bit in disappointment when he pulls back, but he takes your hand and leads you down the little steps into the water. It’s nice and hot, but not too much so, flower petals floating in the water and carrying with them their sweet aroma. He sits on the bench that sits inside the large wooden tub, and he hauls you into his lap, legs straddling him. You watch the wavy image of his tail through the water, your tail not able to wag as hard with the water resistance. As you rest on his lap, his hard cock presses to your tummy and you press into it more, making him groan.

"You need to stop doing that if we're going to wait." His tone is a bit harder, his brow furrowing after your next press closer to him.

"Wait for what?" You give him a coy look. You know it would be "proper" to wait till you’re actually in a bed to…bed each other, but…

"(Y/N), love, don't you want your first time to be-" He grunts when you lean in, your breasts pressing into his chest, and he has to close his eyes to think.

"San, I don't care if you take me here, now, or in that bed. What matters is it's you." You rest your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzling his neck, your head feeling foggy as you breathe in his scent. You hear the water sloshing before you feel anything, but his strong arms wrap around you, lifting you up a bit. His lips crash to yours as he maneuvers you, only pulling away so he can flip you around. Your back pressed to his chest and he has you rest your knees over his so he can hold your legs open. Even with the water of the bath, your slick is still stuck to your folds, and he groans as he runs two fingers over you. Your entire body jerks, thighs twitching at the little bit of friction, already sensitive. San's arm holds you to him as his index finger breaches your entrance, your slick easily letting him in. You had noticed earlier that he filed his claw-like nails down to blunt them, and now you know why. You had expected a bit of a sting at his finger's entrance, but you only feel pleasure. You have…tested on yourself before, but his fingers are longer and thicker, and your head falls back over his shoulder as a second joins the first. He grins, watching your cunt swallow his fingers, his tail sliding through the water to wrap over your thigh, holding it to his. San grinds the palm of his hand against your clit and your gummy walls clench around the digits inside and he hears you whine right into his ear. Under normal circumstances, your flitting ears and tail would tickle, but he can use them to tell just how you’re reacting.

"S-San!" You gasp, the pleasure he’s bringing over you rising fast and your blunt nails dig lightly into his arm where you grip it.

"Good girl, (Y/N). Fall apart for me." His prompting words leads you to your climax and he rumbles as your cunt clenches and pulses as your orgasm hits. When the little twitches finally die, your body slumps into his, he removes his fingers and helps move you once more. You face him again and your nails dig harder into his shoulders as he holds you over him, the head of his cock rubbing through your folds.

"Ready, princess?" He smirks a bit at the pet-name, though it’s completely and officially accurate now.

"Please." You lean down and kisses the corner of his mouth and down his neck. San grunts and your grip on him tightens as he presses you down, fat cock finally breaching your entrance. It stings, burning in the best way though, the rubbery spines of his cock flicking against your clit as he finally gets the head all the way in. The rest of his dick follows a bit easier, but each little increment deeper, the spines rub against the ridges of your cunt. He’s only halfway in when you throw your head back, breath harsh, chest heaving at the sensation of him splitting you open. Your cunt spasms and pulses, you’re already close, heat pooling and growing in your groin and lower stomach. Your flowery scent fills the air even more than the petals in the water, the pleasure and pheromones your husband are letting off spurring you into a semi-heat. Immediately, your cunt slicks even further, the thick wet not able to be washed away by the water. As he starts to bottom out, the spines at the base of his cock flicks over your clit and against the folds of your pussy and you shudder hard as your groin meets his. San barely shifts and that’s all it takes, your second orgasm hitting quicker and harder than the first. His growl rumbles through his chest, you and the room as your cunt clenches hard around him.

"Fuck-" You swear softly and hearing the vulgar word leave your soft, sweet lips makes him groan.

"Are you okay, love?"

"J-just give me a second." You’re still shuddering in his arms, tiny waves still pulsing through your cunt.

"I can't last much longer." He warns and you shift once yourself, pressing your knees harder into the bench of the bath and you nod jerkily. You’re prepared…well, you think you are. San's arms around you tighten, almost to hold you in place, and he lifts you off his cock some, then pumps up his hips, fucking back into you deep. Your head flies back so hard he’s a bit concerned, but he continues his thrusts, not even pulling out halfway before filling you once more. The water sloshes around you, your tail wagging hard through the water, his own wrapped around your right thigh.

"Shit-" He grunts, pressing you to him and standing. You yelp at his movement but then he lightly rests you against the rounded edge of the wooden tub. He reaches past your head for a towel and bunches it under your head.

"San?" You don’t get an answer to your prompting tone, and your breath hitches as he hauls your legs up to wrap around his narrow waist. One hand rests against your thigh to hold your leg up, the other taking your hand from his shoulder and lifting it up above your head. His fingers linking with yours, holding your hand tightly as his lips hover over yours.

"Hold on, princess." He more or less warns, and your other hand flies to the narrow wooden column near you, barely getting a hold on it before he snaps his hips, relentlessly barreling his cock into you, head battering your back walls. You let out a choking sound, followed by unintelligible whimpers and babbles, your next orgasm rising already. With each thrust, he grinds his hips down, the spines at the base of his cock teasing your clit and he doesn’t even slow down as your third orgasm crashes over you. If anything, it makes him go harder, the water around his legs sloshing hard. He’s full-on growling at this point, tongue running over his long canines, a drop of saliva falling past his lips and into your mouth, gaping open, drool dripping from the side. Your eyes roll back as his pace seems to pick up, the thrusts somewhat shallower but even harder.

"Fucking hell, love, you're taking me so well." San rumbles, watching his fat cock split you open, the shine of your slick and cum on his cock makes his head swim.

"Want me to cum inside? Fuck my cub into you?" He laughs cockily; eyes fixed on the joining of your bodies. You both aren’t even sure how easy it’ll be for you to conceive, and he honestly doesn’t care if you can’t. He’s so far down the line of succession himself, let alone his kids. Though, if it is harder, that just means he can try all the harder.

"Please! San, want your cum!" You whimper, neither of you caring anymore if the servants hear the filth spilling from your mouths.

"Gonna make you my mate too, my wife…" He growls and his thrusts grow unsteady, his nose nuzzles your neck again and your breath hitches as the sharp ends of his canines meet your skin. Your blunt nails dig into the wood of the column, hand gripping his hard as he finally falls over the edge himself. His teeth sink in as he cums, white, hot spurts of cum coating your walls and filling your womb. Your orgasm helps him ride out his, core gripping him hard, eagerly drinking in his seed. You almost feel like you’re going to pass out, brain clearing some as he stops, licking over the bite wound in your shoulder. He pulls back enough to look down at your worn-out body, face red and splotchy but still so cute, so pretty. And you’re all his.

The next few minutes pass with a blur; all of the servants are called to leave the hallway leading from the bath to your bedchambers. You only realize you have changed location when the still-wet skin of your back hits the silk sheets, and San is filling you back up. You have nothing to hold onto, so you white knuckle the sheet of the futon under you. Your legs are thrown over San’s wide shoulders, ankles by his ears, and animalistic noises are leaving him. He’s salivating like a hungry…well, tiger, growls turning into near roars. You aren’t sure how many more orgasms he fucked out of you before he fills your womb with even more of his seed. Your mind is nearly gone, only little squeaks leaving you as he flips you over, hips raised in the air, chest pressing to the bed below. His giant cock, with all those blasted spines, carves into you, and your cunt clenches hard, molding to him. You’re both a mess already, the bath having been nearly negated. Sweat drips from his brow onto your bare back, a thick mix of your releases coating both your thighs and forming a puddle below. A dark stain from the tears caused by the overwhelming sensations and drool forms below your cheek. Even with his claws blunted, they tear into the bedding some as he leans over you, hips pumping hard, the slap of skin muffled by his grunts.

“One more for me, princess. Gonna get you pregnant, keep you stuffed full till you do.” He chuckles, pace stuttering, and your vision spots as he cums once more, squirts and sprays of your own release soaking his groin further. Soon, all that can be heard is both of your panting breaths and you’re having trouble staying awake, all strength leaving your body. That’s when something terrifying hits you…he’s still hard.

hanbok - traditional/historical clothing, most people think of women's dresses, but men's clothes were called this as well. sseugaechima - this is the extra-skirt looking garment women would wear over the heads. gat - this is the hat that noblemen would wear, more specifically the ones that were black and made of mesh. jeogori - the top/shirt part of a hanbok. hangul - the Korean alphabet we use today. hanja - the old Korean characters derived from Chinese used prior to Hangul's creation. jeongjagwan - a type of gat that noblemen would wear, it looks much like a pagoda. binyeo - the long pin that would hold a woman's bun up, mostly used for married women. cheopji - a hair accessory worn by women, looks similar to a headband with a clip or pin in the middle. manggeon - the mesh-like headband men wore to hold their hair in place sokchima - basically a dress/skirt like under-garment. sokbaji - pants-like undergarment, mostly worn by women under their chima

At the front lines, it's all fun and games until an Undead touches you. “Touches you” isn't quite the right term.

“Did it bite you?” Jongho demands with gritted teeth.

Yeosang in tiger form snarls as he launches himself at said Undead. I’ll maul him to death, his quiet tone echoes in your mind through your bond.

The Undead loses its head as Yeosang’s powerful jaw descends over it and wretches it off.

Two three story slabs slam and grind together as a group of lesser Undead become…

“Zombie ground meat?” You pose to your earth Elemental.

Yunho tosses his head back as a belly laugh escapes him. “That’s a good one, Pretty.”

Mingi sends a wounded look, one minute in Limbo the world of dreams, and the next snapping into existence by your side. He grabs your arm and exhales. “How dare you let anyone harm your beautiful limb?”

Only I’m allowed to bite you, Yeosang reminds you.

“Can we focus on the task at hand, please?” Jongho barks.

His fingers darken with his necromancy as he pulls life from nearby plants and dark tendrils race across the battlefield. A lake pools around more Undead and they are shredded to pieces in an instant. 

Mingi pulls you to his body tightly. “Close your eyes, Dream,” He whispers. 

Travelling through Limbo makes anyone other than an incubus or succubus mad. You gladly push your head against Mingi’s chest, close your eyes, and your match transports you away from the battle to a more advantageous spot.

“Be my good little keeper and maintain our battle strategy from up here, ‘kay?” And with a gratuitous wink, Mingi flings his arms wide and falls backwards from the clifftop he had transported you to.

You run to the lip of the cliff just in time to see Mingi wink out of existence and back to where your other matches were. 

“Show off,” Yunho rolls his eyes.

“Can we all focus on ruining the Undead so we can go home?” Jongho barks. 

Sir, yes, Sir, Yeosang says sassily before he’s snarling and launching himself at another Undead, ripping this one's arm off first this time. 

You send a hex that gathers a few Undead together like catching fish in a net. Except the net cuts through all their flesh and leaves them in perfectly symmetrical cubes. 

“Much better,” Jongho says with satisfaction. Several Undead are simply undone as the necromancer unravels the threads of their existence. 

Yunho’s eyes swing towards your high-ground position. “That’s because our Keeper is perfection on legs.”

Mingi smirks. “I prefer those legs around my head.”

Jongho laughs in embarrassment. “Focus!” he yells instead. 

Mingi sighs, sweeps some hair off his forehead and then begins to pull Undead into Limbo, one by one, teleporting to a high height, only for the Undead to drop and crumble with a bone-crunching noise. 

The faster we finish, the faster you’ll finish, you send to your entire quintet. 

Suddenly, the battlefield is a fury of men killing, with even more fervor than before. Yunho is creating sinkholes that swallow legions whole. Jongho controls the Undead and they rip into each other. Yeosang is using his claws to slice through sinew to disable the Undead, growling with fierceness. 

All with the exception of Mingi. His eye is on the prize. Your incubus match appears at your side once again. His shirt’s lost an extra button--no, scratch that--he’s got no buttons, only the fabric tucked against his stomach holding it from flying open in a light breeze. 

“Like what you see?” Mingi flirts with you. “I’d say take a picture but those don’t do me justice.”

You wrap your arms behind Mingi’s neck, drawing him closer to you. “Why are you here and not taking out more Undead, Dreameater?”

Mingi shudders delicately at your petname. “You know I fade into nothing without kisses from my Keeper.”

“The only sustenance you require are dreams, Mingi.”

“That’s not true!” Mingi protests, eyebrows furrowed slightly. “I also need your cu--”

“Mingi, you son of a nightmare!” Jongho shouts from his place on the battlefield. “Why do you always play dirty?”

He plays to win, Yeosang replies solemnly. The tiger shifter launches himself from rock to rock, arriving second to your spot on the clifftop. He shifts back to his human form, nary a stitch of clothing on him of course. His muscles gleam in the moonlight. “As do I,” he finishes. 

Yunho forces the ground to spring him upwards to bring his body to the top of the cliff as well. “Just finish the rest off and join us, Jongho,” the earth elemental yells cheekily over his shoulder. 

You laugh silently as Jongho curses loudly, the last to join. Shadows flow almost like an escalator until he steps lightly to the top of the cliff. “You are all dicks,” He sniffs, insulted that he's the last man standing. “I should report you.”

You gently break out of Mingi’s hold and move to console Jongho. “Don’t be angry, love.”

Jongho melts at your words but then his eyes sharpen down at the bite mark still on your arm. “Why didn’t you heal yourself?!”

“Oops.” With a wave of your hand, green magic emanates from your fingers and soon the bite mark fades away. 

Jongho crosses his arms over his generous chest. “You’re going to pay for that.”

You squirm slightly. Yunho laughs at the sight. “I think she likes the thought of that.”

Jongho wipes his face tiredly. “Brat.”

Yeosang pulls your arm up and huffs at it, smelling no rot or infection. He promptly licks your arm, eyes rolled up to watch your reaction. He groans when he smells your arousal instead. “Heart,” he says, his voice tight. 

“I’m thinking of that tongue in other places.” You press your lips inwardly. 

“Teleport us out of here, Heart, before I take you in the battlefield,” Yeosang growls. 

“That wouldn’t be the worse place we’ve fucked,” Yunho shrugs. Jongho eyes him in disbelief. “What? It wouldn’t be! Remember, there was the blood-drenched castle full of vampire traitors we killed and then Mingi--”

“I want a bed, please,” You beg with your eyes as well. All your matches smile benevolently. Each grabs onto each other, and you teleport everyone back to the cottage you call home. 

Your quintet has been posted near the Divide to battle everything the Entity spits out from time to time. You fight to keep the humans safe and the other Legacies enjoy their comfy life. Luckily for the five of you, you all enjoy a good battle, so it’s your pleasure to do so. 

But if you’re not busy wiping the Undead from the mortal plane, you’re usually fucking each other’s brains out. 

It’s not long before Mingi’s proving his point, licking your cunt like he requires it to remain alive. Jongho’s stroking his cock in time with Mingi’s tongue, eyes hooded and taking in every shake of your thigh and gasp that escapes your lips. Not that you’ve got a lot of room to gasp because Mingi suddenly moves up your body to exchange a kiss. 

Do you taste yourself on my tongue? Mingi sends through your bond. You’re so fucking sweet. 

Yeosang takes Mingi’s place, replacing tongue with cock. Your head tosses back as Yeosang enters you. “So fucking wet, gods, I don’t even have to fight your sweet cunt for room,” Yeosang’s eyes roll into the back of his head. 

Yunho pulls off your nipple, leaving it covered in his saliva. “Pretty, are you going to come around Yeosang’s cock?”

You swallow hard and nod down at Yunho. He smiles happily and then descends on your other nipple to cover it in his spit and tease it into a stiff peak. 

“Don't let her come yet--!” Jongho moans loudly and you get to see the necromancer come all over his fist. His jaw is on display and his chest heaves, thighs spread comfortably. 

Mingi releases your lips to frown at Jongho. “Did you really just come before our Keeper?”

Jongho’s face heats up and he avoids Mingi’s accusing gaze. “How am I supposed to hold back when I’ve got that bounty to view?”

“Shit, Yunho, you should--”

Without another word from Yeosang, Yunho sucks on his fingers and presses two onto your clit. “Squeeze Sangie for all he’s worth, okay, Pretty? He's having a hard time holding back.”

Yeosang sends an unfriendly look to the earth elemental before he makes the most beautiful cum face you have ever had the honor of beholding. 

“You’re beautiful,” you say in awe.

“No, Heart,” Yeosang breathes shakily through his come-down. “You’re the beautiful one.”

Yeosang pulls back, only for Yunho to gently turn you around, so you’re on your hands and knees now. He pushes Yeosang’s cum back into you as his cock enters you from behind. “Nothing’s better than this cunt once she’s been used and abused. So warm and wet after you’ve been fucked well.”

You bury your face into your arm, partly from embarrassment at Yunho’s dirty talk and partly because you’re trying to endure your sensitivity.

“It’s too much!” you whine. 

Mingi draws your upper body so that your arms straighten up and you’re no longer head down ass up. His large hands cup your face tenderly. “You can take us both, right? I know you love your oversensitivity, don’t lie, Dream.”

Like a good, obedient Keeper, you open your mouth and Mingi slips his cock against your tongue. You savour the weight of it as it slides along your tongue and then pushes at your tender throat. 

Mingi lifts an eyebrow in question towards Yunho. “Slow down, Loverboy. I want to fuck her face. She can’t focus on her breathing if you’re rearranging her guts.”

Yunho’s grip on your hips lessons as his pace moves to treacherous pace. “Whatever, just make sure she doesn't choke this time. Yeosang almost killed you when you brought her to tears.”

“But her tears are just so pretty,” Mingi coos mockingly down at you. 

Please fuck my throat, you plead. Your entire quintet groans loudly as you send that through your entire bond by accident. 

“Fuck, Dream, you know I’ll give you exactly what you want, you don’t have to ask,” Mingi says gruffly before gripping your head between both of his palms and does as you command. 

Yunho fucks you without any care in the world, caressing your ass, hips and lower back as Mingi roughly face-fucks you. For a time, the only noise in the room is the wet noises of your throat being fucked before Mingi is crying out and spending his seed down your throat. 

Mingi falls back, ringed hands running absentmindedly over his chest. “Fuck, Dream, you’re always exactly that. My type of dream.”

Yunho draws your upper body so that your back is flush with his chest. “Pretty, you know I can’t come unless you squeeze me tight,” he murmurs against your shoulder, placing an open-mouthed kiss there. 

“I don’t think I can,” you admit.

Yunho pretends to gasp in insult. “You don’t think you can come because of my cock rubbing against the one spot no one else can reach? Is that really how you feel?”

Your eyes search out Jongho's. He's cleaned up now, in soft pajamas, waiting for Yunho. His arms are bent behind his head. His mouth is in a hard line and it doesn’t bode well for you.

“Can I come, please, Sir?” 

Yeosang has put on a pair of boxers for the sake of the rest of the quintet. Not your preference, for your tiger shifter is beautiful naked. “Come on, Jongho. She's lasted this long. She's been a good girl.”

The praise and “good girl” comment makes you clench down on Yunho, who thrusts roughly into you from behind with a grunt. You beseech silently to your necromancer match.

“I can't fill up our Keeper without her having a mind-blowing orgasm, Jongho. You know she's my kink.” Yunho's chuckles rumble through his chest and warms your heart.

“You can be my cuddle buddy when we sleep tonight,” you offer as a last ditch offer.

Jongho sends a quiet prayer to the ceiling. “Fine.” 

“Such a softie,” Mingi teases, blinking to lie on his side on the other side of the bed to watch the final show.

“Shut up, you nightmare slut,” Jongho snaps.

Mingi winks at you. “A nightmare to most, but a slut for only one.”

The tips of Yunho’s fingers play with your lower lip before you open up to take him into your mouth. You moan around his fingers and feel at peace.

“That's right, Babe, suck down on my fingers,” Yunho says huskily.

His hips start back up, slowly rolling against your ass at first, all the while his fingers pressing gently down on your tongue. You begin to push your hips backwards against Yunho’s thrusts, finally with permission to come. Your eyes are locked with Jongho’s, panting with your pending orgasm. It’s only when he says “Come, you damn brat,” that your pleasure unlocks and then you’re screaming around Yunho’s fingers as you come. 

You squeeze around Yunho. The earth elemental grips your hips harshly and you know there’s going to be bruises later. He moans loudly and unloads into you, the third load you’ve taken today. He pulls his fingers from your mouth as you both catch your breath, Yunho’s forehead taking refuge on your shoulder. 

“Shower,” Jongho announces immediately, swooping you up and taking you to the bathroom. 

“Hurry up!” Mingi shouts after you. “I want to give her wet dreams so I can feed off them. I’m starving!”

Jongho rubs his cheek against the top of your head, easily balancing you in his arms and turning on the shower. “You’re going to do better next time and not get yourself harmed with our next run.”

Your fingers skim his strong jaw and he leans into the touch. “Yes, Jongho.”

Jongho smiles like a fool in love and then shakes his head. “That’s Sir, to you, Brat.”

You open your eyes, lids heavy and slightly swollen. You blink a couple of times to adjust to the light of the living room, before checking the time on your phone.

2.56am

Not quite believing the time, you rub your eyes, but when you look again, the screen doesn’t lie. You sit up from the couch, slowly, your limbs sluggish with uncomfortable sleep.

Yunho is nowhere to be found, though you have a feeling he’s still in his office, gaming the night away. You turn the lights off, dragging your heavy feet to his door. His grunts become louder and louder the closer you get.

You knock lightly, barely any energy in you to move at this hour. He doesn’t respond, probably unable to hear through his headphones, so you open the door lightly.

“Baby?” Your voice sounds groggy, not having been used for hours.

He turns his head to you, eyes flickering between you and his screen. “What is it Beautiful?”

You turn your phone on and show him the time, squinting one eye to try and shield yourself from the flashing of his game. “I’m going to bed.”

He does a double take on the time, eyes wide in disbelief. He pauses his game quickly, not even bothering to let his friends know.

“Damn, have I actually been playing for this long?” You nod your head slightly.

He takes all of you in as you lean against his doorframe. His t-shirt falling to your thighs, letting the hem of your shorts peek through, your adorable frilly socks at mismatched heights on your ankles. Your hair is slightly dishevelled, and he can see the faint line of the couch pillow on your cheek.

“You fell asleep on the couch didn’t you?” He turns his chair towards you fully now, the game long forgotten. “You should’ve come to get me, why didn’t you say anything?”

You shrug lightly. “It’s your day off, you’ve had a packed schedule recently - I didn’t wanna bother you when you were unwinding.”

He lightly pats his thighs, indicating for you to come sit. You walk up to him, straddling your legs on either side of his thighs.

“Beautiful, you know I’d rather spend time with you than gaming, right? Sure, I love my games, but you’re my priority. I can’t believe you let me go on for so long!”

You scoff. “To be fair I fell asleep for a few hours, it wasn’t exactly on purpose.”

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you into him. Your hands meet behind his neck, face nuzzled into his chest. You inhale, almost on impulse, letting out a soft hum as the faint trace of woodsy jasmine and cedar hit your nose. His fingers glide under your top, rubbing soothing circles on your back, whilst his other hand rests on your head, playing with a strand of hair.

You could stay here for hours, the late time of night only an afterthought now. You shift a little, adjusting your position to melt into him deeper, not realising you rubbed against a certain spot. You sigh again, content, the noise going straight to his head.

“Y/n?” His low voice rumbles against your forehead.

You look up at him, eyelids growing heavier as his warmth settles around you. “Baby?”

When you look at him like that, it makes it harder for him to not think about what area of you is pressed against his length.

“You need to stop moving like that,” he mutters. “You’re - you’re pressing…” His ears are turning a little red.

“Oh!” You sit up, unknowingly rubbing against his rapidly growing length again. “Sorry.” Your cheeks starting to match the tips of his ears. “I should go to bed, it’s late.”

You put your hand on his chest to help yourself up but he grabs it to stop you.

“Wait.”

“Yuyu I-”

“Please.” He whispers, stopping your protests in their tracks. “I haven’t spent any time with you today. Let me make up for it.”

His almost whiny tone settles low in your stomach, but you hesitate. You don’t have work tomorrow, but isn’t it too late for this?

He kisses the inside of your wrist, his other hand on your hip to hold you close to him. “Please, Beautiful.” His lips continue peppering your skin, moving further up your arm. “Please.”

Your eyes fall shut at his begging, unable to resist.

Each kiss brings you closer to him, pulling you like gravity, until he reaches your shoulder, your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, and finally, your lips.

He doesn’t rush, following the same rhythm he used on the rest of you. Every kiss feels like an apology, one for every minute he left you alone. Your hands find their way up his abdomen, fingers grazing at the ripples of tensing muscles, only for him to grip your hip tighter, like he’s afraid you might disappear.

The tip of his tongue swipes on your bottom lip, silently beckoning for you to let him in. You do without hesitation, your tongues entwining and tangling into a dizzying dance, mimicking the way your limbs are searching for each other.

His hand has settled on your cheek, cupping it softly, like holding you too tightly might break you. Your own has made its way to his hair, tugging lightly at the roots. He moans into your mouth and you can feel it travelling through you until it gathers in the pit of your stomach.

You hear him rustling for something and you pull away, your chest rising and falling quicker now. You track his hand and see him rolling a spare hoodie to lay it against the edge of his desk.

“Lay down.” He orders softly. You do as you’re told, placing your back on the previously sharp furniture.

His eyes follow your every move, devouring you from afar. Even in your pyjamas and tired eyes, you look more beautiful than anything he’s ever seen. Sometimes, he questions whether you’re real, or if his mind created the most perfect woman he could think of, just so real life couldn’t disappoint him.

He takes his time, gliding his hands and your shirt up from your hips to your stomach, tracing every freckle, every stretch mark, every curve of your body.

The look in his eyes alone makes you moan.

His eyebrows are slightly drawn together like he’s seeing you for the first time, every time. There’s a sparkle in them as he watches your stomach rise and fall with every pant, a result of his intoxicating touch.

“Yunho…” you whisper, barely audible, your head falling back.

His breath brushes your stomach as he places light kisses on your skin, creating goosebumps that send shivers through your entire body.

“Beautiful…” he murmurs, continuing his path of kisses, covering every inch of your skin. “I’m sorry-” another kiss, “for leaving you-” another, “alone.”

You bite your lip, his words and his touch creating a fog in your head.

“It’s okay…” you breathe, voice unsteady.

He shakes his head, nose grazing against your skin and you gasp. “No, it’s not.” He looks up at you, hands delicately kneading your skin, digging his fingers into your sides in quiet possession. “How could I do this to my favourite girl?”

Your hand reaches out to grab his face, caressing your thumb on his soft cheek. He turns his head slightly to kiss your palm before his hand drops to your shorts, playing with the hem.

You whimper at the sensuality of the touch, so simple yet so charged with expectations. You squirm, craving more, friction dragging against his lap, and he sucks in a sharp breath.

“Please stop moving Beautiful, or I won’t be able to hold out.” he grunts between gritted teeth.

You can’t help it, your hips circling again in defiance.

He pulls you off of him in one swell move, sitting you on the edge of his desk.

“I said-” he grunts, pulling your shorts down to pool at your ankles, “Let me make up for it.”

Your centre throbs at his proximity, the sight before you making your chest swell: he’s looking up at you on his knees, an evident tent in his sweats, tongue swiping against his bottom lip in hunger.

He grabs your knees gently, spreading them apart, giving him an unobstructed view of your soaked panties. His long finger traces the wet patch, making you twitch and whimper.

He doesn’t take his eyes off of it as he whispers under his breath, “How can I ever even leave you alone when you look so fucking good?”

You squirm again, desperate for more, your knuckles white as you grip the edge of the desk. He already knows he’s driving you wild and chooses to not prolong the torture, sliding your panties down your legs until you’re bared for him - folds glistening in the faint screen light.

His lips find your clit in an instant, hunger devouring you as your knees falter, your senses heightened at his long awaited touch. He laps you up, your arousal coating his lips and chin with every pass and flick of his tongue.

Your breathy moans and whimpers only seem to fuel his desire more.

He stands up, slowly, replacing his tongue with his fingers. His eyes are now glancing down at you in adoration, forehead pressed against yours, admiring the shape of your mouth as his fingers circle your sensitive nub. The cadence is slow, the pressure delectable.

All thoughts of your tiredness have now vanished, replaced by the all consuming feeling of his presence on you.

You crave his proximity, pulling him down until his wet lips meet yours, his middle finger pushing into your entrance at the same time. You cry out into his mouth, the sensation overwhelming.

He inserts another finger, the squelching produced by his curling inside your dripping cunt echoing inside the silent room. Your moans are getting louder and louder. You’re close - he can sense it by how your walls are clenching around his fingers.

Your hand travels down to the warmth in his joggers, palming him, getting a delicious moan out of him. You continue to rub him over his clothes before sliding into his boxers - your cool hand on his burning cock makes him buck, his fingers hooking harshly into you.

Your whimpers are mixing in with each other’s now, and you’re both about to lose control.

You let go of him, tugging his shirt up as he devours you with his lips. He pulls his fingers out. You cry out at the loss, but seeing him shed his t-shirt and reveal his beautiful smooth skin makes you forget all about it. You run your hands along the ridges of his skin.

There’s never a day where you don’t marvel at his beauty, and he knows it.

“Like what you see Beautiful?” He teases, running his thumb along your bottom lip.

You grab his hand and kiss the tip of one of his fingers. “Baby, please, just fuck me.”

His eyes grow dark. He grabs your waist, pulling you to him in a feverish kiss as he pushes his bottoms a little lower, freeing his leaking cock. He lines you up to him, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Breathe.” He huffs out, and you do, feeling him push into you slowly.

Your head falls back as you feel him filling you up. You’ve never been quite wide enough for him and it takes a minute for you to adjust. He swears he could burst just from seeing your gorgeous slightly fucked out face and feeling how tightly your walls hug him.

Once he’s bottomed out, he takes a second for you to breathe, making sure you feel comfortable the whole time. But you can’t wait anymore - you roll your hip into him, capturing his mouth into yours, giving him the signal.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

He moves against you, slow and deliberate, shaking slightly at how tightly you’re wrapped around him. Every muscle in his body is locked tight, not from lack of want, but from the effort of holding back just long enough to do this right.

One hand on your back, one on the wall behind you, he’s anchoring the both of you whilst driving into you - pouring all his love into every move. Every thrust hits that sweet spot inside of you, butterflies erupting in your entire body.

Your cries are louder now, neighbours be damned.

“Do you forgive me?” he pants, sweat beading on his forehead and chest.

“I d-do Yun - ah… fuck!”

The roll of his hips is ecstasy, his lips on your neck euphoria.

You know he’s holding back by how taut his muscles are. He’s trying to make sure you cum - hard. He takes your leg, hooking it over his arm and holding the back of your neck, knowing full well this is the one position that will leave you replaying this moment in your head for days.

“Let go Beautiful.” He grunts between thrusts. “Let go for m-me.”

He crashes into you once more, his lips devouring yours, pleading for you to release your tension. And you try to hold out, you really do, because it feels so good and you never want it to stop. But the pressure is too great.

The desk shakes with the force of both of your orgasms, and you don’t even realise what’s going on until you feel how wet your thighs are. Only then do you understand what just happened - you just squirted all over your boyfriend.

You blush, still shaking, not entirely sure how to process it as your brain is still hazy.

“Yun- s-sorr…” you say through the tweaks and jerks of your body.

He looks at you, incredulous. “Oh Beautiful” he cooes, caressing your face, “it’s more than okay. I… I can’t believe you did that, it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He’s wearing one of those lopsided smiles that always makes your heart swoon, and it’s the first thing you can see clearly when you finally come down from the high.

“Are you okay?” The slightly worried undertone in his voice makes you smile.

“I think so…” You run your hand through your hair, still in disbelief.

He pulls out of you slowly - you hadn’t realised you were still linked to each other.

“I’m gonna get a towel, you wait right here.”

He kisses your forehead, leaving the room momentarily before returning with clean joggers, a towel and fresh underwear. Slowly and carefully, he wipes your skin and the desk clean, before sliding your still slightly numb legs into your underwear. With his hands around your waist, he pulls you off the table, making sure you’re okay to stand. He takes out his phone, checking the time, and showing it to you with a smirk.

4.07am

“Maybe now we should really go to bed, what do you think?”

You peck his lips lightly. “I think you can play your games whenever you want Baby, I’m more than happy to fall asleep on the couch again.”

And with that, you walk to the bedroom on shaky legs, leaving him behind, phone in one hand, wet towel in the other, with a completely bewildered and enamoured look on his face.

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They didn't hear the door open. Oscar had her folded in half, hips grinding into hers, his mouth on her chest, her legs trembling from a second orgasm she hadn't even come down from yet.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, cock buried deep. "You're so wet-so tight-"

Her nails scratched down his back.

"Please please, Oscar-don't stop-"

He didn't.

Of course he didn't.

He was fucking her like he meant it, slow, deep thrusts, sweat on his brow, moaning low and soft every time her cunt clenched around him.

And that was the scene Lando walked in on. Hotel suite. Bedroom. Door open. And them, tangled in the middle of the bed, her legs over Oscar's shoulders, Oscar fucking into her like he'd die if he stopped.

"Oh-fuck-sorry," Lando choked out, stepping back.

But neither of them moved. Oscar looked up, eyes low, sweat-slicked, glowing. And said, "Don't leave."

Lando froze. She turned her head, dazed, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy. "He can stay?" she breathed, voice wrecked.

"If he wants to," Oscar said. "Do you want him to?"

Her lips parted. Then she nodded. Lando didn't speak. Just stared. Watched.

His gaze dropped to where their bodies were joined, the wet sounds, the slow grind of Oscar's hips, the look on her face when Oscar whispered, "You're gonna come again with him watching."

Lando's cock twitched. Oscar smiled. "Come here."

Lando stepped forward. Oscar didn't stop moving, fucking her through another tremor, slow and brutal, the kind that made her whimper.

"Take her hand," Oscar said.

Lando did. She squeezed his fingers.

Oscar moaned. "Good girl. Let him see how good you are."

She was crying again. From the pressure. From the heat.

From how filthy it was, fucking her boyfriend while his teammate sat beside them, stroking her hand, watching her like a movie.

"You want to kiss him?" Oscar murmured.

She nodded fast.

Lando blinked. "Are you-?"

"Yes," Oscar said.

And so Lando leaned down, slow, hesitant, and pressed his mouth to hers.

She moaned into it. Oscar groaned. "You're fucking soaked."

She cried, "I can't-Oscar-I'm gonna-"

"Do it."

She came. Hard. Shaking under both of them, clenching around Oscar, whimpering into Lando's mouth. And then? Oscar pulled out. Let her fall back into the pillows, ruined and panting.

Lando looked stunned. Until Oscar turned to him and said: "Your turn." 

Lando was panting before he even touched her. Not just from the heat in the room, the sweat on her body, the flushed look on Oscar's face, but from how it felt to be given permission.

To fuck Oscar's girl. To watch him pull out, shift to the side, and say calmly: "She's ready for you."

Her eyes were already closed. Fucked out. Beautiful. Lando crawled between her legs, one hand sliding down her thigh, the other stroking his cock in slow, shallow pumps.

"Fuck," he whispered. "She's still warm."

"She's perfect," Oscar said, sitting beside her now, one hand in her hair. "Go slow. She's sensitive."

Lando nodded. Lined up. And slid in. Her body arched. The stretch, even after Oscar, still made her gasp, and Lando groaned low in his throat as he bottomed out in one slow, heavy thrust.

"Oh my-fuck-"

She whimpered.

Lando leaned over her. "Too much?"

She shook her head frantically. "Don't stop."

Oscar smiled. "Told you," he murmured. "She can take it."

And Lando fucked her.

Not rough, not yet. Just deep, thick, devastating strokes. Every thrust dragged a cry from her lips. Every time she clenched around him, Lando moaned like he was going to lose it.

Oscar was beside them, watching, stroking her cheek, whispering in her ear. "You're doing so well," he murmured. "Taking Lando so good, baby. You look so pretty like this."

Lando's rhythm stuttered. "I'm not gonna last."

Oscar laughed softly. "You haven't even seen what she's like when she comes with your cock inside her."

And that, that was enough to make Lando lose it. He leaned in harder, grabbed her hips, slammed into her once, twice, and she screamed.

Oscar caught her face. "Eyes on me," he said. "I want to see you break."

She looked at him and came. Loud. Shaking. Falling apart with Lando still inside her, cock twitching, body heaving.

Lando groaned as she clenched around him, so tight, so fucking wet, and came too, pulsing deep inside her, head falling to her shoulder.

Silence. Breath. Bliss. Until Oscar leaned in, kissed her temple, and whispered: "You still with me, baby?"

She nodded, trembling. Oscar kissed her lips. Then said, "Sit up."

"What-"

"I want you on my lap."

Lando blinked. "You're going again?"

Oscar just smiled. "She can take it." And she could.

She crawled into his lap, already dripping, thighs sticky, eyes glassy, and Oscar guided his cock into her like coming home.

She moaned, weak, soft. Oscar wrapped his arms around her, cradling her back, and began to grind up into her. Lando sat beside them, watching. Mouth open. Eyes wide. Because it was beautiful.

The way she rode Oscar. The way Oscar held her close. The way her tears mixed with her moans as she whispered, "Don't stop, Osc-please-don't stop."

Oscar didn't stop. He fucked her deep and slow. Lando stroked her thigh.

Oscar kissed her cheek. "You're ours now," he whispered. "For tonight."

"For always," Lando added.

And when she came again, slow, quiet, full-body devastation, they held her through it.