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Knotting~ Yeosang {1,4k♤ Werewolf Au♤}

Verbal Instruction ~ Seonghwa & Yunho {2,6k♡ Pirate Au♡}

Temperature Play~ Jongho {1.3k◇ Non Idol Au◇}

Voyeurism ~ Mingi & Wooyoung {1,6k♧ Dungeon Crawling♧}

Dumbification~ Yeosang & Jongho

Tentacle Sex~ Hongjoong {1,7k♤ Hybrid Au♤}

Somnophilia~ San

Threesome ~ Mingi & Jongho

Pegging~ Hongjoong

Predator/Prey~ Wooyoung

Spit Kink~ Yeosang

Public Sex~ Yunho

Deepthroating~ Seonghwa

Dubcon ~ San & Hongjoong

Cuckolding ~ Wooyoung & Yeosang

Hate Fucking~ Jongho

Gun/Knife play~ Mingi

Pervert Kink~ San

Shower Sex~ Yunho

Breeding Kink~ Hongjoong

Sensory deprivation~ Seonghwa

Edging~ Mingi

Pussy slapping~ San

Creampie~ Wooyoung

Double penetration ~ Hongjoong & Yunho

Free Use ~ Seonghwa & San 

Choking Kink~ Mingi

Corruption Kink~ Jongho

Restraints~ Wooyoung 

Sex with no penetration~ Yeosang

Aphrodisiacs~ Yunho

“Hongjoong!” You call out for your best friend.

You may be landlocked as a human, but that didn’t stop you from making fast friends with the octopus hybrid. He’s curious by nature, which got you two into a few troubles growing up. But you hadn't seen him in a few days, and you were starting to worry.

“I made grilled fish! I promise the edges aren’t too burnt this time!” You cup your hands to your mouth to make your voice louder. When you don’t see a reddish hair bursting through the small waves in the setting sun, your shoulders fall. “Where are you?” You lament.

Still, you meander along the ocean’s edge, further down the shore, hoping that Hongjoong would pop up sooner rather than later. There’s a part of the shore where the land drops, creating a dark fissure into the ocean water. You sit at the edge of the rocks and dangle your legs. You pick up stray rocks and drop them one by one into the dark abyss.

“I miss you,” You speak your sadness into the air.

You're too focused on your worries, and the rocks that you don’t notice as a tentacle creeps out of the water. It gently taps your foot, and when it recognizes the rubber sole, it slowly wraps around your leg. You sigh heavily, and another tentacle wraps around your opposite leg. Your attention isn’t stolen until both tentacles yank your legs apart abruptly. You gasp in shock and then relax when you see the red-haired hybrid you had been searching after.

“Hongjoong!” You cry out his name. “I’ve been looking all over for you! Where have you been?”

A slight pout clings to Hongjoong’s lips, his eyes looking dark in the setting sun’s rays. “I was hiding from you. Why didn’t you stay away?”

Your heart aches at his harsh words. “Why?”

Hongjoong barks out a harsh, bitter laugh. “Why? Why?!” His voice raises with hysteria. “Because it’s mating season!”

The air gets caught in your throat as his admission takes you by surprise. “But don’t you usually go further out to sea when this happens? Why didn’t you just tell me you were leaving! You don’t have to break my heart!” You push back.

Hongjoong’s mouth pushes into the side of his cheek in discontent. “I lost track of time. I was having too much fun with you this summer.”

A small, happy smile pulls at the corner of your lips. “I was having fun too.”

“And this is why I hid!” Hongjoong gets worked up again. “I get so confused.”

“What’s confusing, huh?!” You demand. “I said I had fun!”

Hongjoong slaps his hand to his chest. “You’re confusing my heart!”

“Well my heart isn’t confused!” You shout back.

Hongjoong blinks rapidly. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

You turn your head stubbornly. “Nothing.”

The tentacles around your legs tighten, pulling you closer until Hongjoong’s nose to nose with you now. “I’m not in a place to be patient with you. I told you it’s mating season. Do you know what male octopus does? We wait and hide and grab females to mate with them. What are we doing right now?”

You swallow dryly. “You grabbed me from the shadows.”

Another tentacle of Hongjoong’s comes out of the water, tenderly flicking along your cheek. “Exactly.”

“Does this mean you want to mate with me?” You whisper.

“Hongjoong makes a noise of frustration. “What do you think?!”

“Then do it,” You say.

Hongjoong freezes. “What did you just say?”

“Do it,” You repeat immediately.

Hongjoong shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re asking!” His head is turned, but his eyes slid back towards you. “It’s not like humans.”

“So what?” You challenge him, lifting your chin stubbornly. “You’re my best friend. I feel comfortable with you. Didn’t you just touch me with your tentacles? Did I flinch?”

“No,” Hongjoong agrees, still hesitant. “What if you say this now but it gets weird?”

You cup the tentacle against your cheek, practically nuzzling into it. The slippery side slides along your skin, the suction cups gently attaching to your palm. “It’s not going to get weird,” you reassure him.

Hongjoong presses his lips to yours, a little cold from when he had been submerged in the ocean’s depths. Still, they’re gentle and curious as they press against yours. Squeezing the tentacle in your one hand, your other falls to the nape of his neck to encourage him. His tongue slides along the seam of your mouth, and you drop your jaw so he can explore your mouth.

During the distraction of the kiss, Hongjoong’s tentacles go full-send. Two slip under your t-shirt and wrap around your breasts, squeezing them. Two others work at undoing your pants, while the stronger ones hold your legs apart still. You can’t help but smile into the kiss. Hongjoong isn’t being sneaky. He is obviously still thinking you need to be distracted by his tentacles, but he is dead wrong.

You break the kiss to speak. “Hongjoong, I want all of your tentacles.” To prove your point, you bring the tentacle in your hand up to your mouth and place a kiss on it. “I want all of you.”

Hongjoong lets out a small sigh of contentment, a little silly smile on his face. He looks a little love-drunk if you are being honest, but you don’t want to point it out, just in case all of this is too much for your best friend. One step at a time is the best advice.

The two strong tentacles hold your body up so the more versatile ones can pull your pants down. Once they are down far enough, the stronger tentacles unwrap from your legs, and the others manage to take off your pants completely. The stronger ones then rip open your shirt, the buttons scattering to the rocks around you. That is when the nimble ones that had been squeezing your breasts begin to flick across your nipples.

You let out a loud moan at the stimulation, and it is off to the races. The tentacle that you had kissed plunge into your mouth and start to work in and out of your mouth. He tastes like salt, and you moan louder.

Hongjoong’s strong arms flex as palms down, he anchors himself to the land. As his two stronger tentacles wrap around your thighs, holding them apart, the two nimble ones that had undone your pants work together. Each swirl around in your wetness, one to move towards your clit to flick your nub and the other to plunge into your cunt.

Your mouth is stuffed, but you still manage to muffle Hongjoong’s name. There’s still one crucial tentacle that’s missing, and you know it.

“So eager for my mating tentacle, are you?” Hongjoong chuckles huskily. You nod, and he laughs, the belly laugh making your heart light with adoration. “Then I shouldn’t disappoint you, hmmm?”

The final tentacle is shorter than the rest. It is lighter at its tip and gets darker the closer to Hongjoong’s body. The tip is spade shaped, as if it is made to part your folds. Suction cups follow the underbelly, a sweet bronze that mimics his lovely sun-kissed skin. Hongjoong plays with his head with his hand, swallowing down a groan. “Is this what you want, sweetheart?”

You make a noise of affirmation, and that’s all that it takes. The smaller tentacles recede from your lower half and make room for the main event. The tip of Hongjoong’s mating tentacle slips inside of you. The further it moves inside, the further it splits you apart, getting wider the closer to the base of it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head with the pleasure of it all.

“Do you like it?” Hongjoong speaks out loud, a small part of hesitation in his voice.

Your hand wraps around the tentacle in your mouth, and he allows you to pull it out. “Hongjoong,” you can’t help but whine. “It feels so good.”

Hongjoong’s eyes manage to get even darker. An impish grin fills his features, and the remainder of his anxiety is banished. “Then I’ll give you all of me.”

The two tentacles playing with your tits begin to use their suction cups to pop on and off your nipples, causing the most loveliest sensation. Another small tentacle does the same with your clit. That, accompanied with the way that his mating tentacle is sliding in and out of you, the textured ridges of the underbelly twisting and rubbing against that spongey part of you, has you moaning Hongjoong’s name again.

“Fuck me,” You whine, as if Hongjoong isn’t doing exactly that. You elicit another husky chuckle from him so it makes it all worth it. “Harder!”

One of his stronger tentacles unwraps from your thighs. You moan at the suction-cup marks he leaves on your skin. It scooches behind your ass and lower back to pull you even closer to him. That’s when his hips truly begin to work their magic. He fucks you deeper, and harder, just like you asked for. It sends you over the edge beautifully.

Amidst your own climax, Hongjoong works towards his own. His cries begin to get breathy, and his rhythm is messy as he searches for his own. “You’re so fucking warm and wet. I bet you have the most perfect womb for my seed. I’m going to fill you up,” he rapid-fires.

Your cheeks heat up at the breeding mention as you come down but it’s quickly blanketed by the way Hongjoong hypnotizes you with his cum face. His nose scrunches and his drawnout ‘uh!’ makes your breath catch in your throat. You’ve never seen him like this; he was your best friend after all. But after this, you’ll never see him the same way again.

Hongjoong slightly collapses against your shoulder, sweaty forehead braced so that he can come down. You run a hand up and down his back, and he shivers with sensitivity. “It was okay?” Hongjoong checks in even though it’s clear he’s the one that needs the comfort.

“It was amazing, Hongjoong,” you say, kissing his neck and making him squeal, perhaps even more sensitive since he just had sex.

All of his tentacles wiggle a little in glee in their respective places, causing you to gasp and giggle. “Good,” Hongjoong sighs in relief again.

“And Hongjoong?” You say his name to keep his attention on you.

“Mmmm?” He hums, clearly content where he was, in your arms.

“I don’t think you need to leave for mating season ever again.”

Have you ever heard of curiosity killing the cat? Wooyoung was familiar with it. Or, rather, several choices had previously led him down the path where he was down at least three lives. But he still had six left, right?

Tonight, however, he was only going to have five left.

His rogue abilities aided him in strolling through the dark halls of the dungeon where you were currently camping. He had the unfortunate dice roll of taking the first watch. That was fine. He was still pumped on adrenaline from the several levels you had delved into the dungeon to go to sleep immediately anyway. There were only so many times he could circle the camp he had made with Mingi and you; he could only study the reliefs of the old architecture before the lure of some cooking food drew him towards the fire where you and Mingi had gathered.

“We only have to push through these many levels and then we can get to the monster that’s been terrorizing this area,” Mingi points out with his fingers with the map he had constructed with his magic.

You crack your knuckles enthusiastically. “I can’t wait. That fucker has it coming to them. The villages around here are filled with soft creatures who just want to make good food and share their happiness.”

Mingi chuckles lowly, knocking his shoulder against yours, his magical map disappearing. “You know, for a barbarian, you’re such a softie.”

You sent Mingi a level look. “I fight so others don’t have to.” Mingi returns a look to you like he knows better. You break into a grin. “Well, that, and I’ve got a natural blood lust. Both can be true.”

Wooyoung scans his surroundings. There’s a natural arc high up on the same side as where you and Mingi had made your fire in the dungeon. He scales the wall easily and then settles into the side of said arc. He’s got a perfect view of the surrounding area and you and Mingi. With a sharp tug of his hood, enacting his powers to cover himself in shadows as a precaution, he continues to spy on his party.

Mingi shakes his head, sharing a grin with you. “I think you just have lust. How much money did you spend before we left on this quest on dick alone?”

You fold your arms behind your head, your previous grin getting wider, and your eyes vacant as you recall the threesome you had ordered before you had accepted this quest. “I always make sure I’m full of cock before I go on a four star quest. You never know when your last night on Halazia might be.”

Mingi appears thoughtful. “You’re not wrong. I made sure to put in extra time to study some scrolls and acquire some useful spells before we went.”

Your eyes slant towards Mingi and Wooyoung feels his cock stir in his loose pants, and a little bit of jealousy, if he’s being honest. Wooyoung had spent most of the time showing off for you and flirting with you, but it was Mingi that was getting your full attention right now. Maybe it was unfortunate he was the one who had to take the first watch. Would you be about to hit on him instead of Mingi right now?

“Kind of similar to tonight, if you think about it,” you say. “We don’t know if this monster might kill us or not.”

“No, I’ve got the perfect spell, I’m telling you. I’ve studied all the reports of this monster. There’s a strategy we can put in effect and--”

“Mingi, you’re beautiful and smart and very powerful, but sometimes you can be very stupid,” you interrupt him.

Mingi looks a little offended. “What kind of back-handed compliment is that?”

Your eyes scan around the area, and Wooyoung freezes in his spot, even though he’s certain you can’t see him. Your eyes pass right over him, and then zero in on Mingi. “Let me spell it out for you, Spellcaster. I’m trying to fuck you right now.”

Your warrior-bluntness slaps Mingi in the face. He visibly moves backward from it. Wooyoung runs a hand over his face and has to swallow a moan. If only Wooyoung could trade places! He’d already have his cock inside of you right now.

“Oh,” is all the Mingi can offer.

You peer curiously at the magic-user. “Oh? Does that mean no?”

Mingi’s head whips around his shoulder. It’s as if he can sense Wooyoung if he doesn't see him. “Wooyoung is around here somewhere. Wouldn’t that be impractical?"

Your smirk makes Wooyoung even harder. “What’s a free show for a rogue? I’m sure it wouldn’t be his first time.” And you were right. Wooyoung’s heart does a tiny skip. So you did notice him.

Mingi bites down on his lower lip in thought. “I don’t suppose it would hurt. My stamina is back to full now.”

“Good. I was hoping you’d say that.”

The first thing you do is unbuckle your breast plate. Wooyoung’s mouth starts to water, seeing your simple breast band barely holding back your luscious tits. Wooyoung wishes you were one of those showy barbarians that wore barely-there armor. Maybe he could goad you into it for the next mission. After all, weren’t you good enough to not need armor anyway?

Mingi moans quietly as your breasts jiggle from the motion. His hands inch towards them to squeeze them when you slap his hand. “Cast us an infertility spell first, Mingi, the gods bless us. No one needs the story that they were conceived in a dungeon.”

Mingi sends you a dopey smile and then mutters in a deep, guttural tongue that honestly has Wooyoung reaching for the waistband of his bands and lifting his ass up so he can tug them down. Mingi’s hair flutters, and his clothes appear as if they're being tugged by an invisible wind. Then it stops just like that. “Done,” Mingi confirms.

With a firm hand against Mingi’s chest, you push him to the ground. “I’ll repay the favor then. Spells cost a lot, don’t they, Mingi?”

“Oh no, that was only a fraction of my--” Mingi realizes your flirting with him when your hand goes to his cock to rub him through his robes. “--oh, yes, quite a lot, actually. What did you have in mind?"

“Ride you until you fill me up, I suppose. What else do I have to offer other than my body?” You purr.

Wooyoung wraps a hand around his aching cock, spits onto it and then begins to rub one out just as you sheath Mingi inside of you after removing your pants and pushing Mingi’s robe up. The slow winding of your hips speaks volumes on Mingi’s cock. Either you were looking to enjoy every moment of him inside of you or you were working hard on getting him inside of you. Whatever the case may be, you brought Mingi’s hands to cup both of your breasts and Wooyoung squeezed the base of his cock in response.

“Oh, gods,” Mingi groans. “You feel so damn good.”

Wooyoung normally would close his eyes and pretend that his hand was you clenching around him, but he finds the visuals you’re providing are much better than anything he can conjure up. Your tits start to bounce as you take Mingi deeper inside of you.

“Yeah?” You say with the strain of doing all the work. “I’m always going to have a tight little cunt despite the fucking around I do. I even train my pussy muscles.”

Wooyoung is going to die. His other hand becomes a fist at his thigh. Why were you doing all the work?! If Wooyoung was down there, his hips would be moving upwards to meet your ass. He knows he could fuck you good! Mingi must have bespelled the dice so that he could get the opportunity to fuck you.

“What are you--?” Mingi’s eyes roll into the back of his head. “That feels amazing.”

“I told you,” You smirk. “Even the pussy muscles are trained.”

It’s not long before you climax, biting down on your lips to keep your loud groan in. Mingi’s hands encompass your hips as he sinks deep into you, unable to resist your pussy walls. And Wooyoung? He comes all over his fist, his own throaty groan the only noise in the camp.

Your head whips around to exactly where Wooyoung isn’t appearing. “I knew it, you little shit.”

Mingi frowns heavily. “Wooyoung, you are supposed to be watching out for danger, not us!”

Wooyoung, after licking his cum off his hands and pulling up his trousers, takes down his hood and comes into view. He nimbly climbs down and shrugs his shoulders as he lands. “I was still keeping watch. Nobody is in danger. Why not have a free show?”

“Might as well get some food then,” you offer. You lift yourself off of Mingi, and the two of you busy yourselves with cleaning up.

Wooyoung sits across from you by the fire. “It was a good show.”

You meet Wooyoung’s eyes as you serve up the stew in the pot. “Was it, Rogue?”

“Made me come, didn’t it?” Wooyoung counters, deftly taking the bowl from your reach.

“If I had known you really were watching, I would have put in a bit more effort,” you respond, serving up Mingi next.

“Hey!” Mingi protests, his eyebrows furrowing. “Does that mean I didn’t get your best?”

You move the bowl out of the way before Mingi can take it. You grip his jaw harshly with your other hand. “I always fuck at the best of my abilities. The same as I fight.”

Wooyoung whimpers, spoon in his mouth already, and you chuckle. “Is someone feeling left out?”

Wooyoung swallows what was in his mouth and nods enthusiastically. “This time, Mingi should watch.”

“Fuck, it’s hot,” Jongho complains, leaning out of the balcony of your shared apartment. Not that the fresh air was doing anything to relieve the humidity of the day.

Biting your lip down in anticipation, you creep up on your boyfriend. You’ve got a cup of ice cubes that you planned on sucking on to keep cool, but now you have another idea. You fish an ice cube out of the cup, and just as you approach Jongho’s broad back, you run an ice cup along the back of his neck.

“What the hell!” Jongho shouts, scrunching up his shoulders in defense immediately. When he turns around and sees the ice cube in your fingers and scowls at you. “Really?”

“You said it was hot,” You tease him.

The gears in Jongho’s head turn for a moment, but you know you’re in trouble as soon as he comes to a conclusion. With a squeal, you turn to run back into your apartment. Not that it does you any good. Jongho’s arms wrap around your waist and lift you off your feet. You giggle with adrenaline, which causes him to laugh in harmony with you.

“You little devil,” Jongho curses half-heartedly under his breath, but still smacking a loud kiss on the crown of your head.

“You know,” You say as you turn around in his embrace. “We could use these ice cubes for some more fun.”

“You’re not putting another ice cube on me,” Jongho deadpans.

“Oh, come on, Jongho!” You pursue your new, bright idea. “Your skin is so sensitive, it’ll be fun!”

Jongho closes his eyes and shivers. “No,” he says firmly.

“Fine,” you say clippedly. You flounce towards the couch with determination. “If you won’t have fun with me, then I guess I’ll just have to have some fun with myself.”

“With yourself?!” Jongho demands.

You feel his heavy gaze on you as you fish another ice cube from your cup and run it along your neck and collarbone. You moan at the feeling of the cool touch. Honestly, with the way your apartment is heated up, it was a good relief. But that wasn’t the fun you were talking about.

Next, you run the ice cube down your cleavage and along your teeny tiny tank top. You don’t have a bra on, so your nipple puckers immediately to the cold, dripping ice cube. It makes a wet spot on one nipple and so you bring it to the next one.

It’s not long before Jongho’s stealing the cup of ice cubes from you. His eyes are blown as he kneels in front of you. “For the record,” he grumbles as he grabs two ice cubes. “If you had offered to let me play with ice cubes on your tits, I would have said yes.”

You push your chest out so that Jongho can run the ice cubes along the swell of your breasts and upper chest. Your skin is pebbled with goosebumps by now, but your lower half couldn't be hotter. Especially when Jongho pulls your tits over the neckline of your tank top, holds an ice cube between his lips, and moves to run the ice cube over your perked nipples. It’s not long before your fingers dig into the silkiness of his hair, encouraging him to ditch the ice cube and suck on your nipples. The shock of his hot mouth after the iciness of the cubes causes you to gasp and then moan.

“Fine!” Jongho says suddenly. He flops onto the couch beside you but refuses to make eye contact with you. “You can use it on me. Just a little bit, though.” He bites down on his lip. “Be gentle with me.”

With a completely satisfied smile, you pop an ice cube into your mouth and then press your lips against your boyfriends. The two of you exchange the ice cube until it melts completely between your mouths. Next, you push up his baggy t-shirt and trace his pecs and sternum and stomach with the ice cube until it’s gone, and now you’re in between his legs.

A devilish grin pulls at your lips, and Jongho shakes his head. “No. Absolutely not. You are not allowed to put anything cold there.”

You pout. “Jongho!”

“Nope.” Jongho’s hands go beneath your arms, and he lifts you up onto his lap. Your legs spread to straddle his lap, and your hands brace yourself against his shoulder.

“I would have let you try it on me first,” You say.

“Even so,” Jongho shudders at his thoughts. “Not happening.”

You sigh in disappointment. Still, you grab an ice cube and run it along Jongho’s sensitive neck. He cranes it, at least, to allow you to play with him. “Can we fuck with them?” You try again.

Jongho’s lips twist into a frown. “You are in a mood tonight.”

“Please!” You cry out. “I really want you to fuck me while you play an ice cube around my nipples.”

“Oh.” Jongho gets a dopey smile on his face. The kind where his eyes scrunch up and his teeth show. “Why didn’t you lead with that?”

You slap Jongho’s chest, and he giggles. “You’re in a mood too, Mister Choi.”

“I prefer, Sir,” Jongho says in a slightly lower octave, eyes becoming hooded.

“Can you please fuck me, Sir,” You correct yourself.

“Only because you asked so nicely,” Jongho says.

You get exactly what you want. You’re sitting against the couch now, panties lazily pushed to the side, as Jongho fucks you good. His forearm and bicep bulge nicely as he braces himself against the back of the couch. His eyes are glued to where his cock continues to disappear inside your wet cunt.

“Jongho!” You whine at the lack of ice cubes.

“Oh, they’re almost melted anyways, you big baby,” Jongho teases.

Nonetheless, your boyfriend reaches for the cup and finds the leftovers. His fingers push the little nub of ice cup along your breast, circling your nipple only a few times before it’s simply wetness he’s smearing.

You push your chest out invitingly. “More!”

“How did I end up doing all the work,” Jongho grumbles, looking for more ice cubes at the bottom of the cup.

“You’re the one who wouldn’t let me touch an ice cube to your dick!” You remind him.

“Sir,” Jongho enunciates. “You’re getting a little too bratty for my liking.”

“You wouldn’t let me torture your cockhead with an ice cube. Sir.”

Jongho grips the cup and dumps whatever is left in it over your torso. You squeal at the splash of water. “The couch!” You can’t help but laugh a little at the absurdity of the situation.

Jongho chucks the cup to the floor and firmly grips your hips. “Fuck the couch, I want to hear you scream my name, you brat."

You wrap your legs around Jongho’s waist, digging your heels into his ass, and cheekily say, “Yes, Sir.”

It doesn’t take much for Jongho’s fat cock to bring you to climax when he puts his mind to it. The man knows how to move his hips and have you coming undone around his cock. You moan his name loudly and he rewards you with a kiss. He moans into your mouth as your walls push him towards his climax and he unloads into you.

“Guess we still ended up sweaty,” You giggle.

Jongho groans at the inevitability of the moment. You yelp in surprise as he lifts you up with determination. “We’re taking a cold shower.”

“So you did like the temperature play,” You say.

Jongho squeezes you so that you squeal, the air rushing out of your lungs with his strength. “I’ll show you temperature play,” he growls playfully.

“Really?” You say in excitement. “I’ve always wanted to try hot wax!”

Jongho’s shoulders shake with amusement but he rolls his eyes. “You’ll be the end of me, I swear.”

Seonghwa drops a jewelry box full of coins and jewels, and you send him a glare that would have had anyone else wincing in fear, but for Seonghwa, it simply shot straight to his dick. He turns towards the dropped jewelry box, fixing himself in his pants before crouching on the balls of his feet to pick up everything that had spilled to the floor.

You run an admiring finger along a pair of sapphire-embedded twin daggers. This cave was a treasure trove. Your ship had been attacked and sunk. You and Seonghwa had been the only survivors upon this isolated island. Discovering the cave had been an accident as well. You had been hunting a wild pig before you fell through the corroded earth. The cave previously had only been approachable by the sea.

“What if they come back?” Seonghwa asks suddenly.

“Then we kill them and steal their ship,” You dismiss Seonghwa’s worries immediately.

The cave was not only well hidden from the sea, it had a series of bobby traps and mechanisms to make this a pirate stronghold. There were also plenty of supplies to keep you and Seonghwa well fed until said someone did come back. You had a plan. Everything would work out. For what other reason would you have ended up here?

“Is that the plan?”

That wasn’t Seonghwa’s voice. You pick up the daggers you had been admiring and throw them consecutively towards the new voice. Two loud shots are heard, one for each gun in the newcomers' hands. He deflicts each dagger with the bullets and lowers the smoking muskets. The fancy, feathered hat tilts in curiousity. “Have we met before?”

“Seonghwa!” You hiss. “Do something!”

Your partner in crime and last remaining crew member looks around wildly for something to help you with. Seonghwa grabs a goblet and chucks it at the man, and it clonks comedically off the man’s chest.

You sigh heavily in defeat. You raise your hand when the man drops his pistols and unsheathes his cutlass. “I’m assuming you’re the owner of this fine place?”

A confident smile tugs at his lips. “So you’re the brains, I see.”

Your eyes shoot over to Seonghwa, the supposed brawns, who was slowly creeping up towards the man. “He’s got a sword, Seonghwa. What are you going to do?"

Seonghwa’s eyes are solidly locked on the man. “It’s two against one.”

“Aye,” the man chuckles. “You’re missing one important detail, however.”

“And what’s that?” Seonghwa sneers.

“Magic.”

Your eyes widen in surprise when Yunho points his sword at you, and something that appears like a mix between blue mist and black smoke travels through the air until it hits you square in the forehead. “I believe your most absolute desire right now is to wrap your body around your partner.”

The reaction to his words is almost instant. Your eyes become hooded and you stalk towards Seonghwa. His eyes can’t seem to decide whether he wants to keep an eye on the man with the magical sword or you. “What are you doing?” Seonghwa asks.

“I need to feel your lean body against mine, Seonghwa. What does it look like?” You purr. Your arms wind behind Seonghwa’s neck, and you press your body against his. “Is that amenable to you?”

“I…” Seonghwa’s eyes are still shaky, an evident state of panic. “But you…”

“Why look a gifted horse in the mouth, friend?” The man behind you wonders. “Kiss her.”

Seonghwa’s lips slant against yours. He kisses you like he’s got all the time in the world to enjoy a smooch. They’re soft and pliant, and you can’t help but moan into them.

“There. That’s much better.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see the man pace around you, sheathing his sword. “I suppose introductions are in order. My name is Jeong Yunho. You may know me as the Scourge of the Auroran Sea. Captain of the Horizon.”

You gasp into Seonghwa’s kiss, which only allows your partner to slip his tongue into your mouth and entangle your own in a dance. Seonghwa holds your head in place between his hands. Between the two of you, intertwined body and mouths, Yunho has the floor to speak as he wishes.

“You’ve discovered my secret stash, it seems. You must have survived from the sinking of your ship. When I heard the Ghost was no more, and the rumors of its whereabouts when it had encountered the Inception, I knew I had to double check. Lucky for me, my instincts have saved me more times than I can count.”

The infamous pirate continues to circle you and Seonghwa. You can’t seem to let go of Seonghwa, and he can’t seem to stop kissing you, even though you can see Seonghwa’s eyes following Yunho’s path around the two of you.

“Now, you might be asking yourselves how the hell do I have a magical sword? Well, that’s a long story that you two certainly have time to hear, but it’s been a long voyage from my last location to here, and I’m feeling like relieving myself with you two.”

You can see Seonghwa’s eyes swirl with the same colors as the mist/smoke mixture as Yunho murmurs about the kissing coming to a halt. You’re breathing heavily, puffs of air hitting Seonghwa’s now-moist lips. Seonghwa’s forehead presses against yours, seemingly unable to move far from you.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?” Seonghwa whispers.

“Aye,” You growl. “Do you know how long I’ve known that you eye fuck me when you think I’m not looking?”

“Now now, you two,” Yunho scolds. “You were so adorable kissing each other. Why the fight?”

Your own orders have not been rescinded, so you are stuck with keeping your body up against Seonghwa’s. “Seonghwa’s the reason why we’re here in the first place! If he hadn't fallen asleep at the wheel, we wouldn’t have crashed into the Inception, and they wouldn’t have taken that as an all-out attack!”

“Why must you always try to take me down a peg every time you open your mouth?” Seonghwa shoots back.

Yunho taps his lips with his gloved index finger for a moment. “Hmmm, how can we fix this, I wonder?”

“You wouldn’t have much to say if your mouth was filled with my cock,” Seonghwa grumbles under his breath.

“I doubt it’s a mouthful,” you scoff.

“Ouch,” Yunho winces. “She really doesn’t like you, friend. Let’s fix that, yeah?”

Yunho’s sword comes back out, and before you can protest, he’s using its magic to bring you to your knees. Literally. You’re staring up at Seonghwa. You can see his length is pressed up against his pants.

“This is the only way this would ever happen, I hope you understand this,” you spit. “I would never willingly take you into my body. Ever. Over my dead body.”

“Untrue.” Yunho argues. “The magic in my sword simply releases inhibitions. You want Seonghwa enough to want to do this.”

A slow, crooked smile pulls at Seonghwa’s lips. You hate it. “Is that so, friend?”

“Why are you two so fucking chummy?” You demand.

Yunho drapes himself along Seonghwa’s back. The infamous pirate is just tall enough to do so with your lean crewmate. “We’re brothers in arms, he and I. I’m helping out a fellow man getting exactly what he wants.”

“And what do you get out of this?” You ask further.

Yunho’s eyes darken. “I get off.” Yunho’s lips brush against the shell of Seonghwa’s ears. “It’s time to fill that dirty mouth with something, don’t you think?”

Seonghwa shivers, whether from what Yunho said or how he said it, you’ll never truly know. Regardless, he doesn’t need the magic to encourage him to undo his belt. His pants fall to his thighs and his cock quivers at attention.

Yunho whistles. “Now that’s going to be a challenge, love.”

All moisture has left your mouth. “Wait a minute, Seonghwa. Think about this. Why are you taking his side when you should be on mine?”

Seonghwa grips his cock at the base, squeezing once before pushing it downwards, towards your mouth. “I’m on my own side.”

Yunho wraps his hand around the sheath of his sword and pops it up slightly with his thumb. “Time for you to suck Seonghwa off like his cock is the Fountain of Youth and immortality is just a swallow away, love.”

Seonghwa’s cockhead barely touches your lips before you’re descending down his length. Seonghwa moans loudly, his head falling back on Yunho’s shoulder. You bob up and down Seonghwa. The urge to make him come so that you can drink him down is all-consuming. Surely if you drank enough, you’d live forever, right?

Yunho releases Seonghwa and moves around you two once again. It’s like he’s a sculptor admiring the statue he’s carved up. “What else are we missing, hmmm? There are too many clothes, I think.” The sword drops back into his sheath and then is propped up once again. “Time to remove your top, love. Let’s see those sweet tits you’re hiding under the blouse and vest.”

Your fingers deftly undo the buttons to your vest and pull at the ties of your shirt to loosen it up. You’ve stopped moving up and down on Seonghwa’s length but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your mouth. His cockhead hits the soft inside of your cheek and he is almost feral for the feeling. You push your top off your shoulders and your shirt sinks down to your waist.

“Nothing prettier than a woman on her knees, taking you in her mouth, while her breasts sway in rhythm, right friend?”

“She feels so…good,” Seonghwa groans.

“Fuck that mouth,” Yunho purrs, his eyes watching as Seonghwa’s length continues to disappear into your lips. “That’s it.” The pirate sweeps off his hat and begins to remove his embroidered jacket. “You’re both getting me riled up. Exactly what I want.”

“I’m gonna--!” Seonghwa shoves harsher into your mouth, but suddenly Yunho’s sword whips out.

“Ah ah ah! You can’t come until I tell you that you can.”

Seonghwa pants, his eyes rolling wildly. “Oh, sweet seven seas, this is torture. It feels like I’m going to come, but I’m unable to!”

Yunho chuckles. “I can’t have you having a party before I can join.” Next, Yunho points his sword at you. “Lay on that beautiful chaise lounge over there, love. On your back, mind you. And take the rest of your clothes off as well. You’re much too overdressed for what I want right now.”

Your body has a mind of its own as it does exactly as Yunho commands. Despite your frustrated groan, you arrive at the chaise lounge on top of a pile of coins, and you lean against it to take off your pants, shedding the shirt as well. You were as naked as the day you were born as you laid out on the soft velvet of the furniture.

Yunho cast a companionable arm around Seonghwa’s shoulder. “Now there’s a treasure, friend. Shall we plunder it?”

Seonghwa’s head turns to see the hand on his shoulder, and then he turns the other way to meet Yunho’s eyes. “Can I have her mouth again?”

Yunho casts his head back in a belly laugh. “Aye, and you can come as well. But not until I do. Not that you can fight it regardless, but I wouldn’t want you to miss out on the best part, would I?”

Seonghwa nods resolutely. He stumbles on a few coins on his way to you on the chaise lounge, but he makes his way regardless. “It never had to be this way,” he whispers. “We could have kept each other warm during the nights on the Ghost, if only you had let your pride get out of the way.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way right now, if only you’d let your own ego go,” you counter.

Seonghwa shakes his head, leaning over you, already angling his cock for your mouth. “You wanted this whether the magic helps you or not, he said. You’re the fool, despite naming me one.”

Yunho kneels between your legs, lowering his pants and muttering to himself. His sword is still at his hip, ready for the next order. A long finger swipes through your slit, finding you wet. “And here I was thinking I’d have to give you another command.”

You make a noise of protest, for that’s all you can manage with your mouth full of Seonghwa’s cock. Seonghwa’s hips pump but his eyes are on the finger that is covered in your wetness.

“Ah, what the nine hells, you should have the first taste, friend.” Yunho pushes his finger past Seonghwa’s plump lips and Seonghwa moans.

Your noises of protest quickly evolve into one of pleasure because Yunho slips into your wetness without resistance. “I would have thought that you were holding back because you were a virgin, but as it turns out, you’re a well-used pirate,” Yunho muses out loud.

Seonghwa pops off Yunho’s finger and makes a face of discontent. “She’ll fuck the prettiest man-whores at the brotherl but she won’t take comfort in any of her crewmates.”

“Not any more,” Yunho says confidently. “I’ll take you two onto my crew. How does that sound, friend? A new ship, a generous captain, and the hole you’ve been lusting over.”

Seonghwa’s palm slaps against Yunho’s in a quick promise. “Deal.”

You’ve got no thoughts in your head except for the two cocks that are fucking you. You want to hold onto your rage, your pride, but it slowly is overcome with the pleasure you’re feeling. Yunho’s got your legs bent up against your chest, as he fucks into your cunt. Seonghwa’s hands are on the back of your head, holding you in place so he can fuck himself into your mouth. With the new angle, your voice begins a high crescendo.

“Coming already? Am I hitting that good spot inside of you, love?” Yunho teases. Seonghwa’s own voice becomes a higher octave as well, and Yunho smirks. “You too? Well, who am I to deny my two new crewmates a good time?”

Yunho braces forward, a necklace of a metal feather swinging in front of your face. He works himself in and out of you, determined to come first. It doesn’t take long, with your cunt clenching around him. Yunho lets out a long, drawn out groan as he fills you. His hand finds the hilt of his sword, snapping it out of its sheath and commands you and Seonghwa to come. You cry out together, as if in harmony, finding your pleasure because of both of Yunho’s swords.

The cave is full of the three of you coming down from all the pleasure to be plundered in the cave full of treasure. Yunho pulls out of your sopping hole to admire his handiwork drip out of you while Seonghwa’s seed leaves your mouth unbiddingly as you catch your breath.

“There, was that so hard?” Yunho prompts.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and whistle in annoyance. You suddenly find the two daggers that you had been admiring and thrown at Yunho, magically appearing in your hands.

Seonghwa’s eyes widen and he slowly backs away. “That’s not good.”

Yunho cocks his head. “Didn’t see that coming. Now, love, be good and never use those on the two cocks that just gave you a climax.”

“Only one did,” You correct Yunho. Your eyes narrow down at Seonghwa in anger and his cock twitches in response.

Yunho’s belly laugh is back. “Oh, we are going to have so much fun.”

You know you’re in trouble the minute you spot Kang Yeosang across the backyard BBQ. There’s a perma-slight-smile on his face and his jawline is cutting into your psyche.

It hits you, first in the face, your mind reeling at how gorgeous he is. Then, your heart skips a beat when his eyes slowly turn towards you and he quirks an eyebrow at you in question. Lastly, your thighs squeeze together and you swear wetness splurts out of your cunt in an eagerness that you should not be oozing at a backyard BBQ.

Using his pinky to push a strand of hair out of his face, Yeosang raises the can of beer he’s been nursing and takes a long sip. His Adam’s apple bobs with each swallow and you’re pretty sure you’ve just become a puddle on the freshly-cut lawn.

Anticipation seizes your throat as you take a step towards Yeosang. You know him, or rather, you know of him. You’ve probably exchanged polite words here or there, you are a part of the same pack after all, but you’ve never actually possessed the courage to speak to him directly. He always seemed like he was cut from a different cloth than you.

It’s that intriguing, mysterious, never-leaves-his-face tiny smile that has one foot in front of the other, moving you closer to the other wolf. Your wolf might as well be sniffing the ground, curious as to what this wolf had to offer.

He will make beautiful cubs, your inner wolf decides to interject. Like you hadn't considered that.

It takes a pack to raise cubs, and the fathers don’t stick around usually, so you had to pick a partner that would provide you with the good genes and not necessarily focus on if he’d be a good mate or not. Were you looking to get pregnant? Absolutely not. Did your instincts scream at you for Yeosang to plug you up this very moment? Fuck yes.

“Enjoying yourself?” Yeosang wonders when you at last come within conversation distance.

You shrug your shoulders. “It’s a mandatory pack gathering.”

Yeosang nods. “One of the solitary wolves then, hmm?”

You cock your head in consideration. “I prefer my inner pack small, more like it.”

“Touche,” Yeosang raises his beer and drains it. “Should I grab you something?” he offers.

What’s the play? Was Yeosang trying to politely remove himself and this was your chance to let him go? Or was he looking to play the potential wolf partner and provide?

Yeosang frowns slightly when you don’t answer. “Or are you the ‘play hard to get’ type? I can provide, you know. I may not work the hard jobs like some of the other pack members do but my income is on the higher scale.”

You can’t help but laugh quietly at Yeosang’s mental leap. Maybe he wasn’t that much different from you. “I’d like a drink, please.”

A moment of excitement passes over his face before he schools his features and nods sagely. “I’ll be right back.”

The two of you spend the next few hours laughing and talking over drinks and burgers once the pack’s alpha dishes them up. Your natural attraction to Yeosang blooms into something akin to affection as you understand how warm Yeosang is compared to his somewhat aloof appearance.

There is one instinct you’ve been fighting, however, and it gets the better of you. Your hand reaches up and plays with the ponytail Yeosang is sporting. His eyes widen in surprise. “Do you like it?”

Your mind hyperfocuses on the silk running between your fingers. “I love it.”

Yeosang scans the backyard. “Do you want to--?”

“We’ll crash a car if we try to make it anywhere else,” You interrupt him. “We need to find a room here.”

Yeosang chuckles, somewhat in anxiety. “In the alpha’s house?”

Your eyes meet his. “Yes.”

Yeosang concedes to your clear direction. “After you, then.”

After a quick sniff, you discover one room lacking any scents embedded within and decide that’ll do. Your arms wrap behind Yeosang’s neck, fingers finding his hair once again.

“Have you felt anything like this before?” You ask in a moment of vulnerability.

“Like my wolf is howling at me for not taking you in the backyard?” Yeosang laughs at himself. “No, not really.”

Your fingertips tease the nape of Yeosang’s neck. “Imagine that,” you can’t help but think. “Would you have bent me over the picnic table? Growled at any others that take a step towards us? Would you have ripped my shirt to watch my tits swing? Do you want the others to want to be you or do you want to shield me from their vision?”

Yeosang’s eyes unfocus. “I want them to watch. I want them to want but can’t touch.”

Your body presses further into Yeosang’s. He’s hard, everywhere. His chest is sculpted, his stomach is taunt, and his cock is like a searing instrument against you. “Would you fuck me harder?”

A low, warning snarl leaves Yeosang’s lips. “I’m going to do it right now. I want them to hear us.”

Lips come crashing together in a rush that was almost akin to a fight. Neither is searching for dominance, you simply want to crawl into Yeosang and feel him everywhere. His tongue skims the roof of your mouth, before licking the corner of your lips and then he’s pulling your lower lip gently.

You whine and Yeosang breaks the kiss. He’s already panting for air. It’s a pleasure to watch his shoulders shake. “My knot… it’s slow.”

Your eyes almost disappear into the back of your head forever at his words. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Hurt flashes briefly through Yeosang’s eyes before it’s gone as quickly as it appears. “It’s been a problem before.”

You shake your head. “Those bitches. They wouldn’t know a good partner if it bit them in the ass.” To prove your commitment to this moment, you cup Yeosang through his jeans. “That just means I get to enjoy you a lot longer.”

Relief paints Yeosang’s features, along with a little pain at the fact that you’re touching him but there’s still clothing between you two. That’s easily remedied. You pop the button to his jeans and the zipper moves down as you shove your hand under his boxer briefs. Your hand immediately circles the base of his cock. True to Yeosang’s word, his knot has yet to even swell. You squeeze him in reassurance and then begin to slowly pump him under his pants and underwear. Yeosang’s long lashes flutter against his cheekbones, revelling in your touch. “That’s nice,” he murmurs.

It leaves you to wonder if anyone has enjoyed his cock truly. Yes, as wolves, it’s all about the copulation, but by the way that Yeosang curves against your palm, you’re aware that there’s so many more ways to appreciate Kang Yeosang and his cock.

You drop to your knees, pulling his pants and boxer briefs down to his thick thighs. You don’t give Yeosang another moment to think as you lick a long strip up his length and then encompass the head of his cock into your willing mouth. You lick his slit, gathering his precum along your tongue and smear it further. You suck and play with the head of his cock, enjoying his noises of pleasure as you give him a little piece of yourself.

Both of Yeosang’s extremely large hands encompass your head. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth, a simple gesture showing that the wetness of your mouth is doing it for him. “I--” Yeosang swallows loudly. “I…”

You pop off Yeosang and begin to place slow, wet, open mouth-ed kisses along his trembling length. “What do you need?”

“Maybe it wasn’t my knot that was the problem,” Yeosang says. You glance down and indeed, Yeosang’s knot is beginning to swell. “Maybe I just needed the right partner.”

You can’t help but preen at the praise. “I like the sound of that.”

“That means, however…” Yeosang’s hands fall on your shoulders and attempt to tug you upwards. “I need to be inside of you sooner rather than later.”

You shake your head. “I want to feel your knot pop in my mouth.”

Yeosang’s eyes are blown. He’s clearly beyond surprised. “You do?”

Without another word, you go back to admiring the slowly swelling knot. The slight bulge at the base of his cock makes your instincts go into overdrive. All you want to do is pay homage to his knot. You lick and suck, causing Yeosang to moan lowly. You have to hold onto his hips, his Adonis belt under your palms, as his cock searches for more stimulation.

The beauty of using your mouth as his vice is that his knot pushes out enough for you to want to take it to the next level. Your mouth descends down his length, causing Yeosang to choke. You struggle at first, his cockhead hitting the back of your throat. But soon you relax your neck muscles and are able to slowly fuck him down your throat, all the while moving closer to your goal.

When your lips are able to seal against Yeosang’s pelvis, his knot securely settled behind your lips, you hum contently. Yeosang cries out suddenly, and you feel liquid rush down your throat. Still, you swallow it all. What an honor to have a wolf’s knot in your mouth and make him feel such pleasure that he can’t help but come.

Yeosang whines above you, his teeth capturing his bottom lip. “I don’t know…what…came over…me,” he pants.

You lean backwards, letting Yeosang’s cock naturally fall from your lips. You use your thumb to remove some of his cum from the corners of your lips and you suck on the moisture gathered there. “Me,” you reply simply.

A barking, sudden laughter escapes Yeosang’s mouth and you can’t help but quirk a smile back up at him. “You seem to be the factor that’s been escaping me.”

You eye his cock. His knot seems smaller but he’s still as hard as when you first felt him through his pants. “I think I could wiggle you into me like that,” You suggest.

Yeosang groans. “Take mercy on me, I just came!”

You shake your head, humming with a teasing smile. “I don’t think so.”

@anyamaris - im dedicating this to you Babe. Cant do oral and yeosang without mentioning you