take me home

San smiles and you melt under his warmth.

But you are serious. He gasps as you lead him to your cot and he watches you impatiently remove your blouse, letting your pretty tits free.

"Oh, you really mean it" He smiles again, but this time is not sweet. Now, he hungers.

"You´ve been thinking about this all day, today´s hunt must have been hell." you giggle as San moves quickly to kneel between your legs. He kisses you. The warmth of his arms got nothing compared to his lips. Hands go immediately to the soft curves of your tits, squeezing and feeling their weight.

You were absolutely right. He couldn´t stop thinking about them all day, and how sweet they would taste.

"That, that feels so good, San."

He groans, soft lips over your nipples. His hooded eyes look up, and he licks one of them sweetly, before moving to the other.

"You taste so good, time or not, it´s never enough."

♤Master List ~ Next Day: Seonghwa & Yunho {Verbal Instruction}

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.”

How the fuck did you get here?

That was the question, the answer one you would need to be open-minded to understand. More open minded than socially acceptable at least.

Because there was no way that they were human. Or that you were on earth. Not your earth at least. Not your realm.

How else do you explain the living walls that moved if you stared too long. How else do you explain this… pressure in the air that felt like it was seeping your soul out from your pores? How else do you explain… him.

You could almost write it off as some models or actors playing some sick and twisted game. Some method acting on an extreme scale. But there was just too much other-worldly for it to be true. There was probably even more that your human brain just couldn't comprehend right now. Maybe it never will.

The man—thing— on the throne was plenty of reason not to focus on anything else. You had been dragged to this stone like podium by 6 others, the red chains pinned to it, and then they stood equally on either side of the man on the throne. Black leathers and furs with chains and jewels of monochrome nature. Black smokey makeup like charcoal around his eyes and a cross on his lips to make him even more intimidating.

Well, the long black horns protruding from his temple and curved back much like his dark ash hair was another give away this man was not human.

He did not have to be staring you down and licking his lip like you were prey of his next meal. Or like you insulted his ancestors and was ready to skin you alive for it. Dramatic? Perhaps, but a situation for this called for dramatic thoughts.

A tall gorgeous man stood behind him peering down his nose at you with disdain, also in black leathers and furs. He had only one horn, smaller in size and almost dainty with how it swished back. The rest of his hair was pushed to the other side to accommodate the horn. It was that man that had found you, bleeding and lost in the most horrific forest you had been in.

Forest- much like the forest you had been in before coming here. But the old forests in Europe on the hiking trails that were supposedly save should not have led you here.

The supposed witch's spell book that you had been reading during a break… okay maybe that would have been the cause for this. That's on you for believing the it was just a fake tourist book in an old shop in one of the oldest most history ridden parts of the continent.

Also proves cursing your ex with the passage you read was more than just blowing off steam and appeasing your desire for revenge long enough to continue your supposedly wholesome hike.

While that might be the answer to how you got from one forest to the next, you never believed in magic or demons or whatever the fuck these men were so how could simply wishing harm for someone with an old book have you tumbling through that horrific black forest?

The man(thing) that had found you running through the black gooey vines and plants and choking on miasma(if you could call it that) leaned over to say something to the man on the throne. The other six hadn't moved a muscle, not even blinked, from their positions lining the stairs.

Whatever they were, the throne was pretty self explanatory. And for who sits on it. This man(thing) was a king of something. And you were probably his responsibility to handle.

You knew better than to think about asking for mercy. They did not seem like the type of people—or place— where mercy was a concept. It was probably laughable. If you looked like the devil incarnate, you probably would laugh in the face of a pitiful human asking for mercy too. Like looking at a cockroach squirming in chemicals as it's life is pitifully torn from it.

To your utter surprise, the first words spoken to you have nothing to do with death or mercy. "Who did you seek revenge on so deeply?"

Blinking owlish at the tall man that had spoke, your eyes were immediately drawn to the one on the throne who was now leaning forward, twisting his head as if he was trying to figure you out or like he was looking for the best angle to devour you. The look on his face implied the later. What sort of person grins like that? Like a madman who could tell things were about to get to his level of interesting. Chaotic.

Even if the one behind him spoke, you knew it was him that you were to reply to. By some… odd intuition. "Someone who deserves it."

"That's not for you to decide." One of the men(things) on the stairs barked out, narrowing their already fierce eyes on you. He was taller than the others, only equal in height to the man directly across from him, neither standing on the stairs but just before.

You glared back, your ire burning hot as you thought of the same people you considered friends take *his( side as if he hadn't done anything wrong. "That's not for you to decide either. I am the one wounded by him, not you."

"You insolent-"

"That's enough Mingi." The man on the throne spoke, silencing the room, even their breathing. "How did he hurt you? I see no scars deserving of what you wished."

"My scars-" you started, turning your burning gaze on the demon on the throne "-are of the heart and ego. A betrayal worth everything I wished upon him."

His grin somehow turned more wicked and wider, teeth growing sharp before your very eyes. "You were loyal to him?" You nodded. "But he was not loyal to you? Words, Darling, I want to hear the emotion in your voice as you recount his misdeeds."

And you did.

It was jarring how easily you opened up about your ex fiance. The man you gave much to. So many years of your life, promising your body, heart, and loyalty when you were still too naive to understand how much weight those carry. How his lies you dismissed because he, and your friends, all said it wasn't as you said. Their word against yours. How he made you believe yourself mad, that you were lucky a man like him loved you.

It took only one weekend for you to realize how much of a fool you had been. How you ignored stranger's concerns eventually because your pride demanded that after all this time, after all you had given him, that walking away would be the worst mistake of your life. It took just one weekend to realize that staying was your biggest mistake.

"The wedding was about a week out. One of my bridesmaids bragged while she thought I was drunk that she was pregnant with his kid, and that the money he made through me as my trophy husband would support that kid. And if I ever tried to stop it, that would just make me a horrible person for denying a child food." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "I called the wedding off the next morning. Racked him with what debt I could of the event even though I paid for most of it. I was hiking through Europe since I booked it all as our honeymoon. Just me, felt like a waste.

"The real waste was all I gave him. I might be the fool who fell for it, but he's the fucking bastard that willing manipulated me. For that, he does deserve the things I curse him with. I can't get that time, that money, my dignity and self-respect back. I get to carry the scars of the wounds he left on my heart, the self-doubt he taught me is only mine to break. To make sure he never amounts to anything, that he loses all he cares for and suffers any time he starts to have hope, seems like a fair exchange. Doesn't it?"

You ended your long winded tirade with a matching tilt of your head to the demon on the throne. Because that's what he had to be. There were flashes, brief moments where the perfect pixie visage of his features distorted to one of horror. Bone and shadow.

He seemed to be feeding on your anguish over your ex. Seemed to devour your ire, maybe even encourage it with the way he leaned forward and motioned with two fingers for more.

Why you indulged it all was beyond you. If it was just because they were demons, that could be it. But you suspected it was because your pride was so hurt that you just wanted someone to be angry with you. Wanted someone to believe you when you said this man needed to be castrated and eat the detached junk. That he should vomit at the taste and choke on it.

"I like that imagery." The man on the throne said, pushing himself off the throne and making his way to you. You realized he was on the smaller side(compared to the others) and yet the energy rolling off him filled the room. Larger than life. "Let me offer it to you, your revenge."

He held his ring clad hand out, the tips of his fingers dainty but as if they were soaked in charcoal. You realized the chains that had bound you were no more, leaving you to take his hand should you wish.

Hesitating, you stared up at him with a look of skepticism. "What is the payment? I have given him much of my life that he does not deserve. I refuse to give more of myself in regards to him."

"Of course, he has given you plenty of reasons to doubt an offered hand. If I say that I will simply give you the tools to torture him for an eternity and all I ask is to watch? Would you believe me?" He tilted his head inquisitively.

You shook yours. "I need a how. Devil is in the details isn't it?"

He laughed, like a maniac giggle more than anything, almost cute in it's pitch. "Oh I really like you. Very well, we can argue the details later. How about we start with letting you enjoy a few days here for rest. After all, it is my fault you are here. I just liked the way your conviction tasted so much I couldn't help myself. It's so rare a witch's emotions entice me so deeply, or even reach me at all.

"Witch?" "Oh… I have so much to teach you Darling. Come. You're on vacation. Enjoy it."

So you took his hand, letting him haul you up and against his chest. He was sturdy and soft, smelling like a sweet wine with just enough aged musk to be intoxicating. He chuckled as you unintentionally breath him in. "My name is Hongjoong by the way, and I am the lord of this realm."

"What realm is that?" You asked, watching as he brought your wounded palm to his lips, a pointed tongue flicking up to lick at the blood and wounds. You flinched at first contact, just to shiver at the feeling of his tongue between your fingers.

"One of the many demon realms you could say." He replied, voice suddenly heavy with something heated and husky.

It distraced you only for a moment before it hit: you were now "vacationing" in a demon realm. Huh. What a way to have a solo honeymoon.

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.”

Yeosang pulls the hood of his cape over his head more securely. He glances at the sandstone building, but that was the only part of it that was nondescript. The large neon sign that proclaimed it was a brothel was gaudy enough. 

The Jedi Knight’s lips tighten in determination. His mission this evening, in the light of a tiny crescent double moon, was to retrieve a civilian from the brothel. They had been kidnapped and sold into slavery. As a woman, an easy way for her to pay for her cost was to put her on her back and work for it. The true problem lay in the fact that said person was tied to his future in some way. All he knows from the brief echo the force has gifted him with is that you need to be removed from the brothel for him to fulfill his destiny. 

But Yeosang isn’t about to enter the front door and announce his presence. With a small smirk, a quirk of his lips really, he bends his knees and Force Jumps to a third floor cullis. His hands grasp the metalwork and hauls himself through the open window. 

Yeosang had acquired the information from a Rodian earlier by using the Force that this was your room. He knows he’s proven right when the Force whispers into his mind. His eyes quickly adjust to the darkness of your room and find your form.

At first Yeosang believes that you’re slumbering but when he leans over the bed you're lounging in, he realizes you’re simply in a state of drugged out. Yeosang sighs sympathetically. He’s not sure if it's a blessing that you’re barely aware of your surroundings. It was typical that the Pyke’s give their whores enough Spice to allow them to be pliant for their paying clientele. 

Yeosang views the lovebites and bruises on your body. You’ve certainly been used in this scenario. Yeosang hovers his hand over your forehead and focuses on your inner thoughts. They’re disjumbled and he has to pinpoint his inner peace to maintain his sanity. Luckily, he gets you lucid enough so that you can understand the situation.

“I’m here to rescue you,” Yeosang's deep voice rumbles from his chest.

Your eyes widen at your moment of clarity. “What?”

Yeosang licks his lips. “There is no time. I am a Jedi Knight. I need you to follow my every command.” His eyes steel straight into yours with determination. “I will get you out of here tonight.”

All you can do is nod, biting down on your lip. His sideprofile is lit up by the sliver of moonlight. You believe this is a dream your subconscious has cooked up. Because how could a Jedi be that beautiful and be sent here to save your sorry ass?

A Pyke guard bumbles into the room. “Who are you? This whore isn’t slated for any client right now.”

Yeosang waves his hand. “I have paid for the entire night with this client.”

The Pyke guard frowns. He pulls out a pad and double checks. “No, this one is slated to be downstairs entertainment at this hour.”

Yeosang’s face remained calm. The Pykes had been trained to resist Jedi Mind Tricks. This was about to make his mission infinitely harder. He smiles sweetly. “Of course. I just wanted a sneak peak at what I was enjoying this evening,” he says smoothly. 

The Pyke guard doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll be escorting her downstairs then…” He scoots around Yeosang. He grips your arm tightly and shakes you. “Come, slave, it’s time for you to make some money.”

You sway in his hold. Yeosang remains calm but he does not appreciate the way you’re treated like an object. He follows the guard down to the ground floor of the brothel. There is a seat elevated at the back of the room, fit for a king. A Pyke is sitting there already. He must be the leader he had been debriefed about. 

“Who is this?” The Pyke leader demands.

“I found him in her room,” The guard reveals. He throws your body onto the raised platform in the middle of the room.

The Pyke leader narrows his eyes at Yeosang. “What is your purpose here?”

“It’s a brothel, isn’t it?” Yeosang replies evenly. “I believe my purpose is self-evident.”

“You’re not like the regular locals,” The leader persists. His eyes rake over Yeosang’s dressing. “In fact, you appear like a Jedi.”

Yeosang bent his neck in deference. “Indeed, I am not a local. But I am no Jedi. Would a Jedi visit a brothel? Surely they are trained that passion is not a virtue as Jedi.”

The Jedi Knight watches as the gears in the Pyke Leader’s head turn and turn. He’s formulating a plan to test the Jedi. Yeosang knows not to underestimate this particular leader. There was a reason why he was one of the best at smuggling Spice through the galaxy. 

“Prove it. Fuck the girl.”

Yeosang’s feet move towards his mission’s objective. It behooves his mission to convince the Pyke leader that he is just a foreigner looking for some relief after some deep space travelling. “If you’re offering her up, why not?”

The guard moves to swat Yeosang for his cheeky words but the leader holds up his hand. “I’ll allow it. If he’s a Jedi, he shouldn’t be swayed by a soft body and wet cunt.”

Yeosang loosens his hold on his discipline of his body. You moan softly on the dias, turning slightly, as if every shift of your scant clothing is stimulation. You are a temptation that typically wouldn’t rouse Yeosang but his body stirs at the sight of you, pliant and willing. 

The small amount of clarity that Yeosang had gifted you allowed you to be more aware of your surroundings but it did nothing for the way the drug kept you wet and turned on. You hear the Pyke Leader commanding the Jedi to fuck you and it had caused you to moan. He was a statue that came to life.

You push your upper body to a sitting position and crawl across the dais to meet Yeosang as he steps onto it. You tip your head back to look up at the Jedi and you moan softly again. His body is carved into perfection. The way his hair is lifted off his beautiful features makes your heart skip a beat. His eyes are brown and soulful. 

Yeosang looks down at you with dispassionate eyes. His hand gently grips your hair, guiding you towards his cock. “Get me hard and wet, slave. Do your job.”

Your mouth practically salivates at the thought of him in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You’re not sure if it’s the Spice talking or if it’s your own libido, but it’s much better than the slim, three fingered Pykes fucking you from behind like animals. 

“She drips on the dias,” The Pyke leader muses.

There is indeed a puddle under your pussy. But you have no shame in this moment, only eyes for the Jedi with the thick cock pressing up against his baggy pants. 

“That’s because she recognizes who her true master is,” Yeosang says without a drip of malice. He’s cold, so cold. It only makes you drip even more.

You quickly pull his pants down to his thighs and engulf his length into your mouth. bob up and down, struggling a little with his girth, but doing your best. Drool pools past the corners of your mouth, as you cough and gag. It’s a messing blow job at best but Yeosang is twitching against your tongue, so you take that as a sign that you’re doing well. 

The Pyke leader seems to get bored easily. “Do you only deign to defile her mouth?”

Yeosang continues to fuck your mouth as his eyes bore into the Pyke. “Do you simply rut inside of her? Are you even able to fill her up? Do you not know how to enjoy a whore?”

The Pyke raises his head stubbornly. His mask hides whatever derision he feels but his voice doesn’t. “Continue.”

Yeosang pulls out of your mouth and you let out a whine. You wanted to feel his hot seed as he came down your throat. Stupid Pykes.

Yeosang plays a thumb over your cheekbone, brushing tears you hadn't realized you had shed while you sucked him. “Be a good girl for me,” Yeosang says, low enough for your ears only. “And when this is all over, we’ll get out of here none the worse for wear.”

You nod, eager to say yes to anything the handsome Jedi tells you. You know he’s here to pull you out of this hell but all your spice-addled mind can think about is those muscles being used on you. 

Yeosang maneuvers you to your back, bending you in half. His large hands press on the back of your thighs to keep you in place. His cock is in his other hand, prodding your wet folds. “Forgive me but this must be as real as possible. Do not let this taint your thoughts of the Jedi.”

You frown in confusion for only a moment before Yeosang grunts as your cunt clenches around him. Then, he’s proving to the Pyke’s that the only reason he’s here is to fuck you within an inch of your life. 

The moan you let out as Yeosang’s cock digs deep into your cunt echoes throughout the room. His sharp but accurate thrusts have you moving your hips upwards, seeking out the pleasure he was doling out. Being bent in half allowed Yeosang’s cock to reach places inside of you that had never been stroked. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” Yeosang whispers, a slight strain on his voice. 

The way his hips are working against your ass is almost as much of a delight as the way his muscles strain above you, as he holds his honed body aloft of you. It’s a pleasure to watch his his muscles bulge and release as he fucks you.

Your hands move to grip his biceps but Yeosang doesn’t allow that. He grabs both of your hands with one hand and pins them above your head. It brings his head closer to you, lips so achingly close. 

But one doesn’t kiss the pleasure slave one is fucking. Especially a Jedi Knight.

The sweet denial only adds to the moment. You clench down hard around Yeosang once again. You whimper as he stirs pleasure deep inside of you. You open your mouth but all that manages to come out is a cry of pleasure.

“Once I fill you up, this will be all over,” Yeosang promises.

You press your lips together and nod. Yeosang had no idea but there was no way that you could live the rest of your life not making it up to him that he had saved you. And showed you pleasure beyond your scope of imagination. 

Yeosang changes his angle, somehow fucking you deeper, and you lose all sense of self except for the feeling of him inside of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your pleasure begins to crest. 

“He’s fucking her dumb,” someone whispers behind a hand. 

“Probably so desperate for any cunt he can acquire,” The Pyke leader dismisses. “Hurry up and unload your balls in her. She’s empty anyways.”

Your cries of pleasure echo throughout the room as Yeosang’s skin slaps against yours. You come and almost black out from the climax. You’re not even sure you’re breathing still. You feel like you’ve just died and gone to heaven. 

The show's not over yet, however. As your walls tighten around him, he grunts, scrunching up his nose and coming inside of you. It’s almost an animalistic snarl and you sigh in happiness. 

Yeosang pulls out and your legs descend shakily. He puts himself back behind the confines of his pants and adjusts his cloak to cover his body again. “What do I owe you for the whore?” He asks, his mask back up again. 

“Please,” The Pyke leader waves away Yeosang’s words. “You’ve provided entertainment for us all. You owe us nothing. Let us drink and enjoy the night, since you are not a Jedi like we suspected.”

You ache from the way that Yeosang has fucked you but you count your lucky stars regardless. All you can do is have faith that the Jedi will come through on his promise and save you from this hell hole.

The guard abandons his post and you’re left to lounge, forgotten by the night of drinking. The Pykes offer Spice as well. You watch as Yeosang manages to ditch the drink and drugs almost artistically and completely under the radar . Still, the Jedi acts as if he’s full of both, inebriated as the rest of the Pyke’s in the brothel.

Yeosang grunts and throws his thumb towards your form. “Let me pay for this one and a room. She was good. For a whore.”

The Pyke leader claps Yeosang’s back companionably. “Only the best for my new favorite client.”

Yeosang sweeps up your form easily in his arms and climbs the stairs back to your room. You throw your arms around the Jedi’s neck and snuggle to his well-formed chest. 

“Hold on tight,” He whispers to you. 

For as soon as he enters the room and closes the door, he’s striding towards your open window and launches himself from the third-story. You close your eyes tightly, trapping a shriek between your lips. You brace for pain but you never experience it. In fact, a breeze gently tugs at your hair and when you raise your head, you realize that Yeosang is jumping distances inhumanly possible across the rooftops. 

“You’re really saving me,” You say in awe of the Jedi who holds you in his arms.

Yeosang doesn’t look down at you, his eyes too busy scanning the rooftops, mind on the mission. Still, he responds to you. “Did you doubt me?”

“I doubted my situation,” You tell him.

“I will help you get the Spice out of your system. We’ll clean you up in no time and return you to…” His Adam’s Apple bobs, the only sign that he’s hesitant to say the next part. “...you will not be living a normal life.”

The Spice is still in your system, despite the fresh air. You giggle eagerly. “I don’t think it would be a normal life with you,” You say. 

You are doing your evening rounds of cleaning when you hear a crash coming from one of the major suites. Knocking politely, you open the door to make sure everything is alright in the room you hear the abrupt noise from. 

Immediately, your olfactory senses are overloaded with a strong smell of dark chocolate and sweet blood orange. Your eyes widen as you realize you’ve just stumbled onto an Alpha going into a rut.

“My lord, my apologies, I will go send for an Omega for you.” You curtsy without raising your head. 

There were few rules in this castle, in this pack you belonged to. As a Beta, you knew how to survive, and one of them was to never let an Alpha believe you’re challenging them and that involved not meeting their gaze. 

“Wa-wait…” Panting fills the air as you keep your eyes on the floor. Your name is whimpered and you can’t help but look up. 

Lord Jeong, known as Yunho to his friends, Baron of  the Ghost district, shreds his bed with his partially shifted claws. 

“My lord.” You wait for him to further instruct you. Perhaps he’d prefer to go hunting to work through his rut. Not every Alpha wanted to fuck through it. Violence came easily to an Alpha.

“You clean my rooms, don’t you?” Yunho says in a strained voice. He wobbles to his feet. He’s sweating profusely. 

“My lord, I do my best to keep my smell off of everything. Please allow me to leave you to this.” You begin to tremble. Yunho had a quiet rage that you feared over the louder version of Lord Park. 

“You mistake my intent,” Yunho clarifies. “I recognize your smell.”

You rub your lips together. “I do use the soap that is given to all Betas. My apologies, I will do better.”

Yunho shakes his head, rubbing his face and laughing softly. “It’s a good smell, little one.”

Your spine becomes ramrod straight. “My lord, this is improper. You know the rules.”

“I do,” Yunho’s raspy voice caresses places inside of you that no sound should be able to touch. “I also know that my word is law in my domain. And this room is my domain upon the commencement of a rut.”

“Of course, my lord, but--”

Yunho’s hand descends on your shoulder. “Do I repulse you, Beta?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, my lord, of course not.”

“Yunho,” The Baron corrects you, wishing to disburse all of the civilities. This did not bode well.

“Yunho, if I may be frank--”

“--if your boldness is followed by a declination to my unspoken proposal, I do wish you would lie sweetly to my face, little one.”

A whine builds in the back of your throat. In fact, you tilt your head, begging for forgiveness. “Please, my lor--Yunho. I mean no disrespect.”

Yunho’s hand travels up your shoulder and thumbs the scent gland on your neck. You may be a Beta and not secret the same way an Omega or Alpha does, but you are still a wolf. “Then don’t disrespect me,” Yunho murmurs, his tone low and with an edge of rasp. 

You lower your head further. “Yes, my lord.”

Yunho’s hand fully cups your neck, and he uses his thumb to push your head up so that you’ll meet his eyes. His eyes are hooded, and his lips plump. “That’s much better. Now drop the ‘my lord’ part, and you’ll be perfect for me.”

Your lips part in surprise. “Yunho, an Omega is much better suited for your rut. Shouldn’t you enjoy--”

You squeak as Yunho’s hand squeezes your throat in warning. “My wolf says that you’re what it wants, Beta.” Yunho leans in to whisper against the shell of your ear. “Shall I seduce you some more.” Yunho’s thumb moves with the bob of your Adam’s Apple. He chuckles darkly at the motion. 

“No, Yunho,” you whisper back. 

You’re surrounded by the bitter smell of dark chocolate and the sweet tartness of a blood orange. It’s intoxicating. It’s invigorating. It’s capable of making you wet between your legs with a single, swift, sniff. Your wolf wants to posture itself, nose down, ass up. Your submission is apparent in your body language. You almost melt against the Alpha. 

Yunho’s nostrils flair. His pupils are blown. And his lips descend upon yours. He’s licking at the seam of your lips and then chasing your tongue with his own. The slow, wet kisses excite you in the way that chased smooches in the nooks of the castle never had. He moans deeply into your mouth. 

Your back finds the door as Yunho searches for a surface to push you against. His body is tight and ready, the rut hitting him with waves of lust. You’re surprised you’re not already naked at his insistence. 

His other free hand pulls at the ties of the front of your dress, and soon your breasts are spilling from your loose top. His hand cups your breast just from underneath, avoiding your nipple. Your skin pebbles from the temperature difference of the cool castle air and Yunho’s overheated palm. 

“I need more,” Yunho murmurs into your kisses. 

“Of course, my lord.”

Yunho growls at the formal sentence. His eyes sharpen down on you. “Little one, are you trying to distance yourself from me? Because I will be so deep inside of you, you won’t know where I end and you begin.”

“Old habits die hard, m--Yunho, I’m sorry. Please, give me a chance to--” 

Yunho’s hand begins to lift your skirts quickly. His claws are gone, but that doesn’t take away from his long, nimble fingers that have no trouble finding the patch of hair between your legs. He strokes the strip almost reverently before sliding down further. 

“You’re wet. Good.” Yunho says. 

You whine at the statement. You feel your face getting heated. This was embarrassing. You weren’t usually this eager. Your body wasn’t made to take an Alpha in a rut; you weren’t an Omega with built-in slickness.

Yunho goes back to kissing you, feasting on your lips like your oxygen is what he needs specifically. In the meantime, he wets his finger with your cum and slowly rubs your clit between two pads of his fingers. 

He smirks against your lips as your hips cant towards his touches. “Do you want this, little one?”

It’s now you who are panting against Yunho’s lips. You adjust your stance, allowing for better access for Yunho’s fingers. His chest rumbles under your hand, an inbetween of a purr and a growl. “I asked you a question? Or are you already scent-drunk?”

Your head swims, and you lick your lips. Your hands make a fist against Yunho’s flowing shirt. “Yunho, I--”

Yunho knocks his head against yours. “You can do it, Beta.”

“It feels good,” you whine. 

Yunho’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he bites down on his lip. “I don’t think I can hold it back any longer.”

“I… I can take it.”

Yunho’s reserve crumbles at your words. He hefts you over his shoulder and then tosses you like a bag of potatoes onto his goose-down bed. His body covers yours immediately, pausing only a moment to remove his shirt over his head. Then he’s pressing down against you once again. The next is his pants, the buttons popping off at his quick insistentness and shoved down to his thighs. 

You spread your legs, pulling your skirts up for Yunho, but it seems like he does not want to take you face to face. He’s got a hand on your hip and flips you to your front. With your nose against his sheets, you realize you’re in the position your wolf had endeavored for. 

Yunho’s hands tremble over the globes of your ass. “You smell so good, little one.”

You’d have liked to respond, eager to know what exactly you smell like for him, but the words are stolen from your throat as you feel Yunho’s cock rubbing against your wet folds. You push backwards instinctively and Yunho groans. 

His voice wobbles as he swallows somewhat dryly. “I need to be in your tight heat. I need it so badly. The tight coil in my stomach demands it, Beta.”

You’re not sure if Yunho is asking or demanding, but you’re certain he is desperate for it. You reach between your legs and spread your outer lips invitingly. “It’s okay, my lord. I can do it.”

Yunho’s cockhead doesn’t flirt with your hole. He pushes into you without further adieu and you both moan loudly in unison. He’s thick and nothing could have prepared you for the stretch. Yunho does his best to allow shallow thrusts, working into you, but the grip on your hips tells you that he’s not going to be able to hold that for very long.

“Little one,” Yunho moans with a deep tone. “You’re squeezing me.”

“Nay, my lord, you’re the one that’s pushing against every inch of my walls,” you decline with a tight throat.

You whine as he pushes in even deeper, this time slipping further than just a little bit in one quick, fluid motion. He’s not at the end of you yet, but with one long pull out, suddenly he’s kissing your cervix. 

“M-my lord,” You cry out, hands searching for purchase. 

Heat encompasses your back as Yunho covers you with his long body. His hands intertwine with your hands, squeezing you back. 

“I’m here, little one, I’m here.” At this angle, Yunho isn’t able to pull back as much as he was before. His subtle thrusts, whoever, begin to rub against a part of you that makes you whine. 

“Are you still holding back?” You whisper.

“You are so tiny beneath me,” Yunho purrs this time. 

You whimper at the thought of Yunho enjoying how much smaller you are to him. “Still. I am confident I can take you. If you hold back too much with the rut, you know it will come back ten times harder. Please, my lord--”

“Beta, are you determined to push my buttons?” Yunho says in a hushed tone. “Say my name.”

“Yunho, Yunho, please,” you beg. “Fuck me.”

With a growl, Yunho’s heat leaves your back slick with sweat. His hands grip your hips in a bruised promise, and then he begins to thrust into you at a tempo that steals your breath away. You become non-verbal, unable to focus on anything other than the cock that was pushing against your inner walls. 

“Beta, Beta, you’re so good for me.” Yunho sounds a little drunk himself, although surely his version was drunk in his own rut. Instinct overtaking sound thought. “This tight little heat of yours is taking care of me so well. Your soft curves make me feel like I should protect you. You’re making my wolf want to sing into the night.”

“Yu-yu-yu!” You’re not even able to finish his name, his thrusts making your words choppily fall from your lips. You whine instead, the only noise being able to encapsulate just how good you feel in this moment. 

“My knot--oh, please be a good girl and take my knot,” Yunho begs. “Can you? Can you take my knot?”

Your breathing isn’t coming out in measured steps any longer. “I want--I can--my lord, are you going to knot me?”

There’s a part of your brain, the one that is so squeezed against the side of your skull, with only room for the feeling of Yunho’s cock fucking you so damn good. You know that an Alpha should not be knotting you. He’s fully capable of filling you up with his seed--not that you’re very fruitful but still--it was not a celebrated pup, one born from an Alpha and a Beta. 

“It’s perfect for you, I promise. It’ll make you feel so good,” Yunho whines. 

You feel the starting of his swelling knot at your entrance as Yunho somehow finds even more room inside of you. “Yu-Yunho, are you sure?”

“Please take my knot, little one. I wanna hear your breathy whine when it stretches you,” Yunho whispers almost reverently into the air, like knotting was sacred to him. 

You can’t quite say no to that. You can refuse it, certainly, but your lower body tightens at the temptation. You’ve never felt a knot before, but you’ve overheard an Omega or two gossiping about the ones they’ve taken with sweet sighs. 

“Please,” you acquiesce, and Yunho moans in response. 

“It’ll be so good for you,” Yunho insists. “My knot will treat you so well.”

At that point, Yunho’s flipping you to your back. Being face to face with him is a whole other scenario. His hair is simply plastered to his head. His ears and cheeks and chest are red with his heat and pleasure. He won’t stop biting down on his plush lips. You didn’t even realize that the Alpha hadn't even removed himself from inside of you, slyly keeping you locked down on his cock as he switched positions. 

“I want to see your face when you take it,” Yunho admits. “We’ll be locked together for hours.”

You nod almost imperceptively. “Okay.”

With Yunho’s large hands palm down on your thighs, he puts his all into helping you take his knot. It swells to a size that makes you moan again. Each measured thrust has it pushing against your walls, further and further. The play against that good spot inside of you has you wondering what exactly you’re in for. You take it inch by slow inch until suddenly it pops inside of you. 

You scream with pleasure as the pressure of the knot against your spongey spot sends you over the moon. You come and come, and whine, and come some more. Your walls tease and tempt Yunho, and with a loud, lusty groan, the Alpha spills himself inside of you. Even with the plug, the amount of cum is a lot. You both watch in confusion and wonder as your belly swells briefly, for the cum has nowhere to spill out. 

The tip of Yunho’s fingers tentatively explores the bump. “You took me so well, little one. Look at how you swell with my seed.”

You squirm slightly. “It’s--”

Yunho’s panting above you, slowly coming down from his high. His rut isn’t over--one orgasm wasn’t going to satisfy it--but in between waves, his eyebrows furrow in concern. 

“Yo’ure not hurt, are you?”

You send him a tired smile. “No, my lord.”

Yunho pushes his lips out. “Still?”

“Yunho,” you say softly. “When you wake up tomorrow, you shouldn’t feel guilty.”

“No?” Yunho wonders somewhat hesitantly. 

“No,” You shake your head. “Will you sleep now?”

Yunho covers a yawn at your prompting. “I am a little worn around the edges.” 

The large Alpha slouches against your body, covering you completely, as if filling you wasn’t enough. He smacks his lips tiredly and tucks his face into the crook of your neck. His lips briefly kiss your scent gland before murmuring something about you smelling like air-dried laundry on a sunny day. 

Seonghwa’s eyes immediately zoom in on the sliver of skin between your baggy sleep shirt and shorts. Oh, how he loves to run the pads of his fingers over the soft flesh when you cannot move an inch. He can’t help it, he’s addicted to you. His index finger slips under the waistband and he immediately gasps and pulls back. 

The sleep paralysis demon’s gaze descends to your ample thighs that are on display for him with your blankets practically kicked off. His hands squeeze and massage the skin there. There’s plenty for him to touch, pushing one leg a little upwards so he can feel the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

Seonghwa has to stop, he knows he does. He’s only ever admired your soft skin, he’s never gone beyond a touch in your innocent areas. 

But tonight, you let out the tiniest whimper. It’s barely there in the night air before it’s gone, but Seonghwa fucking heard it.

In an instant, Seonghwa’s straddling your body on the bed, hands pushing up your shirt, both palms sliding up your ribs. He stops just barely under your breasts, before he can cup you. He breathes in deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he attempts to get himself under control.

You’re his beautiful dark angel and temptation itself. Typically, he’d be fine terrifying the shit out of you, or anyone for that matter. But one of these nights he had caught the whiff of arousal from you and it had intrigued him. Had you gotten off in an attempt to fall into a deeper sleep and avoid him? 

Or… he allowed himself the thought that he was the object of your desire. Imagine if during the tiny moments of shadows clinging to him, his eyes white pinpricks in the otherwise dark room, you were rubbing one out to him?!

Seonghwa swallows loudly and his hands creep that half an inch until he’s carefully bouncing your tits in his palms. He licks his lips at the thought of your nipples. He’s yet to touch or see them and he’s almost drooling for the chance. 

“Did you really think a silly dreamcatcher was going to keep me away, hmmm?” Seonghwa hums mockingly. “I’m much more powerful than a trinket.”

With an almost petty push, Seonghwa shoves your shirt upwards. His thumb flicks your soft nipples, making them pert with the touch. It’s not long before Seonghwa’s extended his lanky body along yours, all thoughts of holding back gone. His tongue is wrapped around your nipple, sucking greedily. His fingers have finally shoved under your waistband and have been teasing and tempting your outer and inner lips with brief touches. 

Your breathing has quickened at the pleasure that Seonghwa offers. You can’t move as the paralysis demon takes advantage of the moment that he haunts you. You’re wet and Seonghwa smirks to himself. His beautiful dark angel is enjoying what he’s doling out. 

He pops off your nipple to watch your face as he finally, treacherously, circles your clit with his middle finger. Your eyes race behind your lids and your eyebrows faintly furrow at the tease. 

“Do you like that, Angel?” Seonghwa murmurs into the shell of your ear, eyes hooded in lust for you. 

The paralysis demon becomes addicted to the way your hips twitch upwards as he edges you with brief touches to your clit, every so often moving back to your hole to sweep up some more wetness and to go back to circling your clit. It’s slowly rising from its hood, and your breathing is getting faster. 

Your quiet noises escalate to something a little bit more louder, a little bit more fearful. Seonghwa feels the tendrils of your horror feeding him and his eyes snap upwards to your face. That moment that used to be when he fed from you came without his knowledge. Your eyes were open and fully capable of seeing him touching you in such a taboo manner.

Before Seonghwa can control his powers, he snaps out of existence, a pure instinctual reaction to his worry. For he had not intended to feed on your fear that evening, while touching you so intimately.

You sit up and gasp, bringing a hand to your chest, clearly to calm your beating heart. “What the hell?” You cry out, unsure exactly what that had been all about.

Your eyes find the broken dreamcatcher beside your pillow and you whimper for a different reason. Seonghwa can’t help but close his eyes and breathe in your delicious terror. You fed him quite well, even though it wasn’t the normal quiet build up of fear. 

“Seriously, what the fuck?” You shout louder, throwing the broken dreamcatcher. “Am I broken too?”

Seonghwa chuckles to himself, not like you could hear him regardless, but it’s the quiet kind of chuckle that only comes from a man that’s satisfied with a bewildered but turned on partner. 

“You’re perfect for me, not broken, angel,” He says in the mirror to your world that is the demon realm. 

You gather your blankets around yourself and with a huff, close your eyes tight and attempt to go back to sleep. But your heart is still beating wildly. Seonghwa can feel it pulsating. You definitely weren’t feeding him anymore, which meant…

Seonghwa leans forward, over the bed, and hears a soft gasp come from you. Were you…? 

A diabolical grin pulls at the sleep paralysis demon’s face. You were finishing what he started. He leaves your room with a newfound confidence. Tomorrow night would be a whole different story. 

When your sleep paralysis demon visits you next, excitement thrums through his veins. He’s always excited to see his beautiful dark angel but this time, knowing that you crave him like he craves you, brings newness to his visit. 

He smells the air and then laughs condescendingly. “Sage? Really, Angel?” He sees the circle of salt around your bed as well. Why were you playing hard to get when you got so wet at his inquiring touches? Seonghwa clucks his tongue at you. You deserve punishment for trying to stop him. 

This time, as he crawls on the bed, he pinches your nipple roughly through your shirt in passing and then begins to undo the belt to his pants. He’s imagined pushing his cock into your pliant mouth a million and one times. He feels himself get hard as the anticipation gets to him.

“There’s my girl,” He coos at you, smearing his cockhead against your lips. 

Capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, he drops your jaw and pushes past your precum smothered lips. His roll into the back of his head as your warm and wet mouth encompasses his length. His eagerness to fit himself entirely into you causes you to choke, having shoved too deeply into your mouth. He lets out a desperate cry. The feeling of your throat desperately trying to swallow him has his heart speeding up as well. 

He can’t help himself, really, as his pelvis presses flush with your lips. The sweet, wet, choking noise you continue to make becomes music to his ears. Spit is starting to spill out of the corner of your lips and the blowjob is only getting messier. Seonghwa has to reign himself back in before he explodes in your mouth. That’s not how he wants his first time with you to go. 

“Such a temptation, Angel,” He murmurs, lovingly wiping the mixture of his precum and your spit from your chin. 

Your eyes are open now and Seonghwa grins wildly. “There you are. Just in time. I want you to watch while I take your body exactly where you want to go.”

You make weak noises of distress and Seonghwa is fed with your fear. He closes his eyes and drinks in your offerings. “I’ll repay the favor, don’t you worry.”

Seonghwa removes your sleep shorts and thumbs your clit through your underwear. He barely touches you but a wet spot appears through your grey panties. “Did you get wet from taking me so well in your mouth? Ugh, you’re so perfect,” Seonghwa whispers reverently. 

Your breath is coming out in short, panicked spurts. Seonghwa licks his lips lazily. “I know what you did after I touched you last night, Angel. You liked how I played with you while you slept and while you couldn't move.”

You let out another noise, this one of clear disagreement, which causes Seonghwa to chuckle. “Of course you did. Why else would I be drawn to you, to feed from your fear?”

Your sleep paralysis demon pushes aside your panties and ruts his cock along your wet folds. He doesn’t need to coat himself in anything, your mouth having done a damn good job, but he likes the way your breath hitches and your thighs clench with your restricted movement. 

“Your throat took me so well, I’m sure your pussy will as well,” Seonghwa hums in contentment. 

You both let out a moan in unison as he enters your sopping cunt. The stretch is something for you, and you clench down on his length. 

“Oh yes,” Seonghwa hisses, feeling your walls fight his girth. “I’ll fuck you for every inch.”

His hips rock forward, opening you up for him. Seonghwa leans forward, running a finger down your cheek. “So good for me. I’ll make sure you come this time, Angel. I promise.”

You let out a whine. Seonghwa can’t help but press his body against yours, leaving all his weight on you. He likes the way your soft curves feel against him. You let out more distressed noises. 

“You’re going to come so hard, angel. Breath restriction’s a bit of my area of expertise,” Seonghwa chuckles. 

Seonghwa continues to thrust into you and this time, the noises you make are tiny little cries of pleasure. “You gonna come? You gonna come for me?” He leans so that he can whisper the next part against the shell of your ear. “Come apart for me, Angel.”

You let out a long, drawn out moan as your climax hits you like an avalanche. It takes your breath away. You can’t close your eyes as it sweeps Seonghwa away as well. He lets out a loud cry, back arching as he unloads directly into you. Those terrifying pinpricks of light disappear but the darkness continues to consume you. Your vision starts to dim and you make a panicked screech.

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa curses, and he lifts himself off of you. 

You suck in greedy breaths of air as the weight of your chest is lifted. In through your nose and out. You whine and whimper at the terrifying experience.

But all Seonghwa can focus on is the dark, viscous fluid that’s leaking from your pretty cunt. His lips part in awe. “My cum looks so good dripping from your pussy, Angel.”

Then suddenly, your sleep paralysis demon is gone. You can move now but the first thing you do is groan and put your head in your hands. Had you actually enjoyed that?! You let out a yelp, as sitting up has encouraged the foreign fluid in between your legs to gush out even more. 

“What the fuck?” is still the only thing you can manage. Because seriously, what the fuck was going on right now?

Your sleep paralysis demon had fucked you. You had come because of it. You shudder and you're not sure what's the cause: excitement or terror. Or maybe it's a little bit of both.

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