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you laid on jo’s bed as he sat at the desk in his room, the pencil scratching along the notepad in front of him smoothly. he wouldn’t tell you what he was working onc other than that you needed to stay still as possible on the bed.
you opted to watch an anime while he did his work. occasionally looking over at him, his tongue poking out between his lips as he concentrated on the lines he drew.
“at least make me cute.” you had told him.
“you’re always cute, though.”
you groan after over an hour of sitting still, wanting nothing more than to just be by jo. “jooooooo,” you whine out his name.
he laughs from the desk. “im almost done.” he says. his voice was always so soft, smooth, a tone so deep. he’s started wearing his hair up too, showing off his forehead, giving him bit more of a mature look.
you pout, throwing your head back on the pillow dramatically. you cross your arms, closing your eyes. it’s not long afterwards that you feel the bed dip.
it’s jo coming over with his sketch.
your eyes shoot open, a smile on your face, as he looks at you with the softest eyes, and the proudest smile. “i hope you like it”
he hands you a piece of paper, and he’s drawn the most perfect piece of art. you, in the middle, dressed as a witch (but cuter, sexier), and nine wolves behind you. you can’t even describe it, because no amount of words would be able to.
“jo, this is,” you’re breathless, taking it all in, “this is so gorgeous.” you turn your head on the pillow, giving him a big smile. he grins in return, acting bashful.
“it’s nothing really.” he tries to die down his work, but you wasn’t going to let that happen.
you pull him down, so his head is on your chest, the hand grabbing the paper up above your head, the other hand moving to wrap around his neck. you lock in his body with your legs around his waist.
you both laugh.
“don’t ever put down your drawing skills, jo, i mean it. you’re talented and it deserves every ounce and second of recognition.”
“yes ma’am.” he mumbles from your chest. he tries his best to look up at you. “can we get in a more comfortable position, perhaps?”
you let go of him, placing the drawing on the nightstand beside the bed. he moves further up the bed, so his body is parallel to yours.
this time, you roll yourself into him, tucking your own body into his side. his arm tucks under you, his fingers dancing along your back.
he’s in a grey tank, sweats, his body radiating heat. you’re wearing a matching red pajama set.
just a while later, his heartbeat and warmth rocks you to sleep. your eyes close, and when you awake, you’re in the middle of a field.
or so you thought. you’re still dreaming. men stand around you. men you have never seen before. but you get the feeling, a not so good one.
these are the rogue wolves and vampires. they’re staring at you. even asleep, you try to take in the environment around you.
the field, is green. no trace of snow to be seen. it’s an unfamiliar field. it’s an open field, you can barely make out the trees in the far distance.
what’s freaking you out is that they’re not saying anything. you try to speak, but nothing comes out.
and that’s it. when you actually awake, you’ve become the big spoon, tucked in jo’s back, as he faced away from you. you breathe against his back, and slowly roll away.
looking into the darkness of the room, the dream leaves you wondering. about these rogues. one thing is for sure, they were getting close, and you needed to find your powers.
sneaking out of bed, you make it out of jo’s room and bed, and down the stairs. walking slowly to the window overlooking the front of the lake house and the lake itself, you take in the white blanket of snow in front of you.
“can’t sleep?” fuma’s voice is heard from behind you and you jump.
“shit.” your hand is on your chest, calming your racing heartbeat. you turn around to face fuma, who to no surprise was in his pokemon pajamas.
“sorry.” fuma’s voice chuckles deeply. “but, are you okay?” he asks stepping towards you.
you nod, hugging yourself. “just a dream that woke me up.” you say quietly.
“want to talk about it?” he asks.
“that’s the weird thing, i’m not sure there is anything to talk about. im sure it was the rogues; but we were in a field of grass and they were just staring at me.” you get chills over your body again. you shake your head, “i need to figure out my powers, fuma.”
fuma intertwines your hands and pulls you towards the kitchen. he goes to the kettle, and turns it on for some hot tea. he picks you up with ease, placing you on the counter top, and he hops up beside you.
“before you tell euijoo, want to tell me what you and ni-ki talked about?” he asks.
you both are sitting side by side on the counter top, the kettle on the stove to fuma’s right. two empty mugs are between you both, the only objects putting distance between the two of you.
“ni-ki has this idea that my mom is lying to me,” you begin. fuma doesn’t interrupt. you tell fuma how ni-ki believes your mom is hiding something from you, lying to you all about know what spell is keeping your powers at bay. you also tell fuma how ni-ki believes in you.
“we all believe in you,” fuma agrees softly, rubbing your back for a quick moment. the kettle begins to whistle, so he hurriedly takes it off the stove to pour into the mugs.
you grab your mug now filled with hot tea, playing with the bag of the tea, using the string to duck the bag in and out of the water.
you’re lost in thought, you almost didn’t hear fuma. “want to tell me what’s going on between you and yuma?”
you turn your head rapidly to fuma, eyes wide. “what do you mean?”
fuma sighs. “i know the look of a wolf longing for his true mate. he’s your own true mate. yes, get we all are your mates, but yuma is the one you’re truly mated to.”
you hesitate. “fuma—,” you put the mug down carefully, as your voice cracks.
fuma grabs your chin in his free hand. he leans in and kisses you softly. “honey, whatever you’re thinking, leave it. you haven’t hurt me, you haven’t betrayed me. you’re still mine, but you and yuma share a deeper bond, and that’s okay.”
you look into fuma’s brown eyes. “it’s just, i don’t want you to be disappointed—,”
fuma shakes his head, “you could never disappoint me.” he says and he means it. your chin is still held still in his hand. “does yuma know?”
“i don’t think so.” you say, shoulders sagging. “my mom is the one who told me when she came to visit.”
“makes sense. now that i think about it, ever since your last accident, yuma has been extra overbearing of you, overprotective.”
“and needy.” you mutter.
“yeah, he’s going to want to bond with you more often, and we’ll have to keep an eye out on him during the full moon—even more so since it seems his bond to you is becoming stronger.” fuma explains.
you groan, leaning your head on fuma’s shoulder. “why are you all so horny?”
next morning you wake with jo, who has no idea of you leaving in the middle of the night and unable to sleep. you expected a calm morning with jo.
but you didn’t expect jo’s head to be found between your legs.
“you had a dream; i could smell it.” he says when he lifts his head up, covered by his blanket.
his lips are glistening, and you’re throbbing, close to coming. you only nod with a “mhm,” pushing jo’s head back between your legs.
you came seconds later, legs wrapped around his shoulders.
“well that’s one way to wake up.” you laugh drunkenly.
jo smiles, “i hope that was okay?”
you nod, “that was more than okay, jojo. wake me like that whenever.”
jo kisses you softly, and gets on his knees to get out of bed. you try and protest, but jo grabs you by your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed.
“it’s almost 10 am, if we wait any longer i am not sure who will try to end my life first. taki, harua, or maki.”
you wave off his worries. “if they have anything to say about it, i’ll take care of it.” you sit up, your palms behind you. you’re about to ask jo for round two, when knocks are heard at the door.
“hurry up! it’s our turn!” you hear maki announce on the other side. you and jo both begin to laugh, jo walking to the door to open it.
maki stands in the doorway, taki looking over his shoulder. “good, you’re both not naked.” you hear taki say.
maki walks into jo’s room, and another surprise of the morning, throws you over his shoulder. you let out a yelp in surprise, “excuse you!”
“we need you to eat so we can go out in the snow again.” taki says, following behind maki, like a dog prancing. you grin, your arms resting against the younger one’s back.
“taki, you look like a puppy ready to go out for a walk.” you comment, and he only widens his smile.
“thank you.” he takes it as a compliment.
maki bounds down the steps, taki and now jo, behind. “you know, your shoulder is digging into my ribs.” you say, annoyed. “it’s like sitting on a rock.”
“more like boulder.” maki replies and you feel him flex his arms under you.
“twerp.” you grumble, patting his butt.
in the kitchen, it’s just fuma and euijoo. fuma is at the stove, probably making another soup for the day. maki sets you down in an empty seat next euijoo.
euijoo brightly smiles, placing his arm around your shoulder for a quick but firm side hug. “morning.” he whispers against your ear and kisses your temple.
taki tsks, “remember, she’s ours during the day.”
“can i not say good morning to her?” euijoo wittily remarks. he’s still smiling though, his soon to be faded orange hair covering his forehead.
taki just rolls his eyes. “im going to play games downstairs; let me know when it’s time for snow sledding.” taki quickly turns to go down to the basement with some of the others.
maki takes a seat across from you and euijoo. “do you think chan has some snowboards, skis, or something around here?”
euijoo thinks, his arm still around your shoulder, “mhm, probably. he seems to have everything on hand. let me text and ask him.”
with his free hand, euijoo sends a text to chan asking about the gear. he knows chan has been in back to back meetings the last few days so it might be a little while before he replies.
fuma is stirring at the stove, when two wolves come up from the basement. nico and yuma.
yuma makes eye contact with you, and you swear you can see his eyes light up. he smiles, almost skipping to your side, kissing the top of your head.
nico stares at yuma with a look of surprise, his kith turned down, brows furrowed. he looks like a child skipping to get the last piece of candy.
nico makes eye contact with euijoo and maki who also are looking a bit confused, but fuma is smiling knowingly. but no one says anything.
yuma takes the other empty seat next to you, pulling you closer to his body by gripping the bottom of your chair. his chin rests on your shoulder, a goofy grin on his face.
you ignore him, with a teasing roll of your eyes. it feels so, natural. maki bites his lower lip, trying to hold back a laugh from himself.
nico breaks the silence they’ve been wanting to ask, “why have you been so clingy to her lately, yum?”
yuma’s eyes widened in confusion, and moves his chin from your shoulder. he leans back in his chair. “don’t know what you mean.” yuma grabs your leg closest to him, and places it over his lap.
nico looks to fuma. fuma shakes his head, very softly. it almost goes unnoticed.
“you don’t need to butter up to her. you’ll get your turn with her tonight.” maki scoffs. fuma places some bacon and other foods on the table, maki immediately grabbing a piece.
“i don’t need to butter up to her. not when im her favorite anyway.” yuma teases in a snarky tone.
maki, nico, euijoo, and fuma all protest now.
“she’s never said who’s her favorite!” euijoo gasps from beside you.
“it’s definitely not you!” nico says, nose scrunching.
“who is your favorite?” maki asks, now worried.
“yeah who is your favorite?” fuma smiles at you, playing into the antics.
you groan. “i don’t have a favorite.”
“bullshit,” yuma mumbles, pinching your thigh, “you have a favorite. anyone would have a favorite.”
“it’s hard to choose, i can’t choose.” you whine. “you all rotate on a daily basis depending on who’s gotten on my nerves less that day.”
“and so far today that is?” maki leans in, eyebrow raised.
“still too early to decide.” you smirk, thanking fuma as he places a plate of food in front of you.
yuma is staring at the side of your face, mouth set in a thin line, eyes unblinking. “fine,” yuma begins, “who’s your favorite in bed?”
you nearly choke on your food. “i really wish you’d think before you speak!” you say, patting your chest, euijoo patting your back, reaching for a cup of water in front of you.
“nah, i want to know too.” nico smirks, leaning against the counter. “who’s your favorite to fuck?” his tongue clicks the roof of his mouth.
“ugh, such pouty mouths!” you scold. “i’m not answering that.” when yuma and nico pout, you smirk yourself, “you know, if you have to ask yourselves who’s my favorite, then maybe you should re-evaluate your bed skills.”
silence. fuma and maki bother are trying not to laugh, euijoo pursued his lips, nico is stunned silent, and yuma’s eye is twitching.
you look over to yuma with a smile, batting your eyelashes innocently, “isn’t that right, yum?”
chan indeed have both snowboarding and skiing equipment. when maki opened the front door, there was plenty of equipment on the front porch, delivered by minho, hyunjin, and jeongin.
“oh shit, this is awesome!” maki shrills. taki is thrilled as well. harua has a devilish smirk on his face, so no telling what he was planning.
the rest of the crew ends up joining you all outside, all in human form this time. taki and maki both reinforce that you still were theirs for the day time, and to not try and sneak you off anywhere.
your body covered in goosebumps—not from a chill, but from a deathly stare of a wolf. yuma. you quickly advert your gaze when your eyes meet. he licks his lips in annoyance, but anticipating.
he remembers the cat and mouse game from the full moon. you liked it. and he was going to make sure you had the experience again.
“with halloween coming up in two weeks, we urge residents to be vigilant around their surroundings. last year, more then four innocent lives were taken by an unknown killer. the only lead investigators have is that the killer, was wearing a ghost face mask.”
“innocent can be debated.” your coworker laughs, then scoffs. she rolls her eyes at the television.
“can you turn that off?” you ask, voice shaking. not sure why your voice was shaking.
she pops her gum. “why? can’t handle a little spooky—,”
“just turn it off.” you grip the rag in your hand. your coworker gives you a look of concern for your well being, but ends up turning it off anyway. she tosses the remote to an empty space behind the counter.
you continue grabbing the supplies needed for cleaning off the tables, getting close to the ending shift.
“isn’t your mom like one of the investigators on the case?” your coworker asks, again, popping her gum, it getting stuck to her upper lip. she rests her chin in her palm, elbow resting on the tile counter.
you nod. “she is.” your mom has been on the case since the first killing. and a year later, they team has been working overtime in hopes to find the killer before he strikes again.
“what has she told you? has she told you anything? do they even know anything?” your coworker rants. her eyes are wide and full of excitement.
you don’t know much about her, other than her name is sarah and she’s a psychology student. you think she’s the same age as you.
“she doesn’t really involve me in her work.” you say with a shrug. “her work can get pretty gruesome. plus most of it is confidential.”
your coworker’s smile fades into a frown. “that sucks,” she mumbles, and thankfully goes back to her own work.
with a breath of relief, you also go to your own work. you get busy cleaning the tables of the empty booths around the diner, as only a few customers remain.
your shift ends at 11 pm, with you closing and preparing for the opening shift for breakfast who comes in at 3 am.
daisy’s diner was pretty small and local, but stayed in great business. it was the best restaurant in town for someone on a budget, or just looking for a simple, greasy meal. it was just less than a 20 minute walk from campus.
you were in college studying almost the same thing your mom was doing for her career. while she was a criminal investigator, interviewing the living, you were in forensic investigating, wanting to interview the dead. basically.
the living talked a lot, but so did the dead. you just had to be patient enough to read the clues they left you. living people had egos bigger than their mouths more often than none.
plus the thought of interviewing a big, bulky, man who possibly killed 30 women scared you nearly to death. although, it was never the big, bulky, man, was it?
you were cleaning a table next to a group of boys, who were laughing and joking with one other. you recognized them. who wouldn’t—as each were popular on campus for different reasons.
there’s only four today, when in the whole group there’s nine. today it’s only euijoo, k, harua, and maki. you want to ask and wonder where the others are, but that means you have to admit you pay attention and care.
euijoo flags you down, with a wave of two of his fingers. you go to him with your best customer service smile. “yes?”
“can we get a refill before we go?” he asks, with that polite smile of his. he lifts the empty cup.
“sure. would you all like that in a to go cup, or these glasses?” you asks, hoping they would choose the first option.
“the glasses will do.” euijoo answers, and maki uses his nail to tap against the glass with a smirk. he’s staring at you.
“be right up.” you say quickly, and walk to the back of the counter where the drink machine was.
“aren’t they so hot?” your coworker smiles in a daze, basically drooling over the men in the booth. her chin was still resting in her palm, as she overlooked the diner, mainly watching the only customers left.
you look over to the four who were back in their own conversations. “i guess they’re nice looking.” you say, quickly getting two pitchers filled of the drink they ordered to refill. thankful enough, three of them had the same soda, while one just had water.
“nice looking?” your coworker scoffs as if she’s been wounded. “nice looking is like the opposite of a compliment to them. for them, actually.”
you roll your eyes, and go back to their booth to refill their drinks. as you focus on not spilling, they’re focused on you. you can feel their eyes staring at you, intently.
your hand remains steady, as you work fine under pressure and being watched. that doesn’t bother you. you’re just not sure why they are watching you so closely.
did you have something on your face? in your teeth? you subconsciously rub your lip after you finish pouring, holding the now empty pitchers in one hand.
“can i get you boys anything else before we close?” you ask almost robotically, but your voice goes cracks at the end. maki smiles, but you intercept, “anything that doesn’t involve a pick up line on me?”
you’ve had a great amount of men trying to woo you while you just wanted to work. it was a habit at this point.
euijoo laughs next and shake his head. “no, that will be all,” euijoo tilts his head looking at the name tag, “claire.”
you smile and walk away, holding the pitchers close to your chest. your name wasn’t claire. you just happened to pick up claire’s apron when you ran in for your shift almost 20 minutes late. it felt nice knowing that they didn’t actually know your name.
at the booth away from your ears, k smacks his lips, “her name isn’t claire, euijoo, and you know that.”
“but she doesn’t know that.” euijoo says with a frown, the polite smile no longer on his face. his hat is backwards, so he has to be cautious of his facial expressions in public. “if i was to thank her with her name, how’d that make us look? we’ve never had an actual interaction with her other than in quick passing.”
maki snaps his fingers, “that’s right. only jo and yuma have spoken with her, right?”
euijoo nods. “they’re in a class together—art reconstruction, or whatever.” euijoo takes a gulp from his cup.
they watch you for a moment. you quickly get back to work, wanting to finish cleaning and close the diner on time, maybe even early. it was getting close to 10:30, so the boys knew you and your coworker would start pushing customers, them, out.
each four observe, noticing the vast difference between you both. she was loud, you were quiet. she was bright, full of energy. you were the calm, adding a bit of warmth. you both looked alike though. just a bit. it was a reach, but you all had the same face shape and hair color.
the coworker was about a few inches taller with lighter eyes than you, however that didn’t matter. it never did.
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“scream for me.”
the haunting words enter your mind, and never leave. you’re awake, a cup of water in your hand, as you mindlessly stare out in the back yard of your house. your mom was sleeping soundly on the other side of the house, finally able to rest, even for a couple of hours.
those words. three words. you’ve heard them before. you have had to hear them before. that’s the only way you’re able to have nightmares regarding the phrase. but where have you’ve heard it?
your eyes are dry as you just stare into nothing, casually wondering who the next victim would be.
you shouldn’t think like that, but you couldn’t help it. it could be literally anyone. it could be you.
there’s a pattern: all women, the youngest 22, oldest 29, median age 24. dark hair—although one was a natural light head and went dark. the killer seemed to not like that, cutting off all her hair. it was the only time he went of his usual mo. they all had different color eyes, but wore contacts. all between five feet and five foot five.
it’s possible the killer isn’t that tall for targeting smaller women. the killer—definitely a man, could be between five foot seven inches and five foot nine inches. but that wasn’t definite.
you remember your mom saying to someone on the phone that the women had consensual sex with a man prior. each man had an airtight alibi.
you sip your water. everything you know you have overheard your mom talk about sitting at the kitchen table, her papers all spread out.
she never went into detail on the actual killings on the phone and you never saw the photos. the news only mentioned ‘ruthless killings,’ never stating how they were killed. you also didn’t know where they were found other than on or near campus. whoever found each body found, remained anonymous.
it made you wonder if it was the same person reporting the bodies. if the person reporting was the one committing the murders.
“goddamn, peanut, what are you doing up?” your mom scolds, her house shoes scraping against the floor.
“can’t sleep.” you reply quietly. peanut—the nickname she used for you since you were a toddler.
“do you need one of my sleeping pills?” she asks with a yawn. “i have plenty.”
“no. i am okay.” you shake your head with your own tired smile. “i was just about to go back to bed.”
she smiles tirelessly. “don’t worry about the upcoming weeks, okay?” she says, referring to the killings more than likely. “no one has been found,”
“yet,”
“no one has been found,” she says again, “and last year they started at the beginning of october. nothing on the horizon yet.”
you swallow. “why is the news talking about it, and saying we need to be vigilant?”
“to put fear in the community.” she states. your mom always thought news crews were absolutely shit holes, and no help to investigations. they always made things worse. “the police department will make an official statement tomorrow.”
“any new leads?” you ask, turning to her away from the window finally. you were becoming creeped out by the blackness of the night. and you swore you saw the outline of something. or someone.
you needed sleep. you haven’t properly slept in three days.
your mom hesitates, “i’ll tell you this, then it’s back to bed for the both of us.” she says, like she was telling six year old you that you could have one cookie then it’s back to bed.
your mom steps closer to you, “for all we know, there is a main target, a main woman they’re after, but we’re aren’t sure who yet. each girl has had some difference, which means they’re dumping them because of it. the girl they want is almost unreachable.”
“why unreachable?” you ask, curious.
“the main target could already be dead.”
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just a little something that’s been in my drafts, sitting, and something on my creative brain lately.
if u all want me to continue let me know, show it some love!
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you’re laying on your bed, one foot resting on the bed, the other leg resting over your knee. in your lap is a book you’ve finally been able to read in peace.
or so you thought.
you’re able to read a few chapters, when you hear your name being called, and heavy footsteps inching closer.
your heart sped up, thumping loudly in your chest. your thumb holds the spot in your book, as you reach for your bookmark.
your door opens, and maki stands there with a smile and body builder pose. you laugh, placing the bookmark in your book, and then setting your book aside.
he moves from his pose, and walks to you, beside your bed. “it’s time for your attention to be on me!” he says, and bends to lift you in his arms. arms underneath your knees, and behind your back, you giggle as he walks you to his room down the hall and steps.
he carried you with ease, all the way down the steps to his room in the basement, ignoring the looks and snickering from yuma and fuma.
you believe you hear yuma let out a sigh of distress under his breath with a few curse words. “you’ll get your turn soon, yuma!” you say over maki’s shoulder.
maki stops and turns around so you can look at yuma and fuma who are sitting on the couch in the basement playing a video game.
yuma whines, “yeah, but i have you,” he points to maki, “and three others to get through.”
you chuckle. “your time will come sooner than you think.”
“even if we went from older to youngest, you’re technically still in the middle, yuma.” maki jokes. he turns back around and walks you into his room, placing you on his bed.
“maki, i didn’t even get to change into some comfy clothes.” you say. he smiles, pulling some clothes out from his drawer.
he hands them to you. “you can shower, change, i’ll get snacks for our movie night.”
you grab the clothes with a genuine, happy grin. “look forward to it, maki.”
not even an hour later, you’re curled up with maki on his bed, a movie on his television, as you both absentmindedly eat snacks he prepared. he kisses you at random times; your forehead, nose, cheek, even your chin.
“maki,” you giggle when he kisses your lips quickly. “are you needy?”
he looks down to you, with a pout and wide eyes. “maybe. my wolf wants you closer, but i didn’t want you uncomfortable.”
you shake your head with a smile, moving your leg over maki’s hip, straddling him. he moves the snacks aside, now forgotten. his big hands rest on your hips, his thumbs rubbing back and forth gently.
“you can never make me uncomfortable by wanting me closer, maki.” you whisper, leaning down attaching your lips to his for a quick, deep, peck. “if you want me, just let me know, okay?”
“i just don’t want you to think that’s the only reason why i want you. why we want you. speaking for myself, i love just being around you. holding your hand, hugging you, small kisses.” maki speaks as his eyes glisten.
your hand cradles his sharp jaw, “maki, i know sex is not the only thing you all want me for, okay? i love just being close to you all, being around you all. don’t ever be afraid to tell me what you need.” you look deeply into his eyes. “tell me what you need now.”
maki breaths deeply. “honestly, i am not sure. my wolf just wants you as close as possible.”
your thumb traces the bottom of his lip. you lean closer, connecting your lips together again. this time, you kiss him slow, with meaning, maki’s eyebrows drawing together in concentration on your lips. your skin. the way you feel under his finger tips.
his lips lightly trace your bottom lip and you allow him in to taste him, still taking it slow. you were going to let maki pace this. you’ll give him what he wants. he couldn’t scare you off, but you didn’t want to scare him off by acting too soon on your need and want for him.
maki lowly groans into the kiss, his hands gripping your waist tighter, before his hands trail over your hips, to the curve of your ass giving a squeeze. underneath you can feel maki get a tent in his pants, and you slowly roll your hips, testing his limits.
he growls, and accidentally bites your lower lip in the process. “so—sorry,” he apologizes through a whimper pulling away. he rubs your lip, wiping away the blood.
he had broke skin.
“didn’t mean to break skin.”
you give a reassuring smile. “it’s okay, maki.” you stare into his eyes full of need. he wanted you, but he was nervous. not scared, not afraid, just nervous.
you slowly get off of him, “should we continue the movie, yeah?”
he nods with a big grin, and releases a sigh of relief. “yes.”
you’re not sure when, but you and maki fell asleep after the third movie of the night. you awoke around 3 am, maki’s arm draped over your waist, his boner digging deep into your ass. this time you sigh in need, but slowly move away from him.
sitting up on the bed, you look behind you, maki still deep asleep. you slowly and quietly get up from the bed, and walk out of his room, to the small bar that was in the basement area to get some water.
chan really did either buy or get this build thinking of everything. you grab a mini water turning the lid, feeling something, or someone behind you.
turning around, the bottle to your lips, you raise your eyebrow at yma, who’s sharp eyes where narrowed on you. you wore some basket ball shorts from maki, and a very oversized shirt. your hair probably a mess on your head.
you remove the bottle from your lips. “yes yuma?”
yuma moves with lightening speed, trapping you against the counter behind you, his lips quickly finding yours, hands gripping your waist, nails digging into your skin.
“i need you,” he sighs into your lips. “please.”
one arm wraps around his neck, the other going to pull down the shorts and your underwear. yuma quickly removes his own shorts and boxers, letting his thick and dripping cock from the confinement of clothing.
no prep, no warning, he slides into your already wet and ready cunt, in one thrust. you let out a soft moan, wrapping your other arm around his neck, holding him close.
he holds you against the counter, one leg draped up over his hip for better leverage and a better angle.
yuma fucked deep and slow, wanting to kiss your cervix at every chance he got with the tip of his cock. “feels so warm, baby.” he moans, whispering against your lips.
your stomach flutters, and so does your chest. “yuma,” you moan breathlessly, “not going to last,” you sigh just as two of yuma’s fingers start to rub circles along your clit.
“come for me pretty. going to fill you up so much.” he says, and kisses your cheek. you grip his shoulders, head thrown back trying to stay quiet. it’s been way too long since you’ve let any of them touch you like this. way too long.
not long after you were coming around yuma, and he stills inside of you, filling you up. “yuma,” you whine, again holding him close.
“don’t even deprive me that long ever again, pretty.” he says out of breath against your forehead. you just nod, resting your head on his shoulder.
you don’t even remember yuma removing himself from you, or helping you get redressed. you don’t remember finding yourself back in maki’s bed, in his arms.
waking up, your leg was draped over maki’s thick thigh, maki sprawled on his back, limbs stretched. thankfully he slept in a shirt.
you smile, chin resting against his chest, looking up at him with honey dripped eyes. he smiles with moan from his sleepy voice. “why are you staring?” he sounds embarrassed and you giggle.
you use a finger and tap his nose, “because you’re cute.” maki’s grin only grows, then he pouts. “why the pout?”
“although he’s in the same pack, i can still smell yuma on you.” he says sounding betrayed.
you pout yourself. leaning up forward closer to his face, you grip his chin, making him look at you with a tilt of his head. “i came back to you, didn’t i?”
“you did.” maki cheese, puckering his lips. you give him what he wants, a kiss. “now, can we shower so i can get you to smell like me?”
you raise your eyebrow, “and how are you going to do that, maki?”
maki belly laughs, “with my body wash, of course.” he slaps your butt. “get your head out of the gutter!”
he sits up with you protesting, and gets out of bed, immediately cradling you and walking you to the bathroom. he sits you on the cold countertop, starting the shower.
maki had the overhead lights up, only warm night-lights glowing in the darkness of the bathroom.
“trying to set the mood for someone?” you tease and maki ducks his head, pink tinting his cheeks.
soon enough you both were naked and under the warm water. for a moment, you just stood with your head on his chest. hearing his heartbeat. feeling his warmth. hearing the hum of his voice.
the skin on skin was healing. maki kisses the top of your head. “this is what we’re here for, honey. anytime you need to recharge or be reminded of our love for you,” you smile, as maki gently rubs your back.
you don’t want to end this time with maki, but the other eight were probably raging over their turns. especially yuma. you sigh. “guess we might as well get the day started.”
“i have an idea.” it’s of course yuma who says this when you and maki join the others at the table for breakfast. surprisingly everyone is awake—even nico and k, who tend to sleep in.
“this can’t be good.” taki mumbles.
“it’s wonderful,” yuma says. “since maki, taki, and harua really don’t want her for romping,”
“romping?” its jo that asks confused, so quiet it almost goes unheard.
“fine, sex,” yuma corrected, “why don’t they just get their time during the day and we,” he says motioning to the others including him, “get her during the night?”
“that might work.” nico nods.
“ok, wait a minute,” taki holds up his hands, “how is that fair?”
“it’s fair in the sense you all get her during the day, like a 12 hour shift, we get her during the night.” yuma explains.
you’re deep in thought next to yuma who demanded you sat next to him. fuma sat quietly on the other side of you.
“it might also work because there’s nine of us; it’ll take forever—,”
“not forever,” taki points,
nico narrows his eyes, “not forever, but long enough.” k, fuma, and even euijoo nods at nico’s answer.
“what do you think pretty?” yuma asks, squeezing your shoulder once and kisses it. you look at him, his dark eyes focused on you, and you only.
you smile politely, “i mean,” you shrug, “it makes sense.” you nod.
“fine.” taki rolls his eyes.
“if that’s the case, you all do not interrupt our time with her.” harua adds.
maki agrees. “i agree! no pulling her away for quickies, included.” some of the boys protest quietly. “if she’s ours during the day, she’s ours.”
you nod in agreement. “and i agree with that. it’s only fair.” you smile. “glad no furniture was broken.”
“that only happens when euijoo’s alpha is out of control.” nico waves, and euijoo hangs his head.
“moving on,” euijoo begins, “bangchan has a meeting today, no training today. the weather outside has finally chilled out, but the snow definitely has piled higher.”
maki pumps his fist in the air, along with taki at the same time. “snow sledding!” they yell in unison, finishing their last bite before leaving the table.
you stand quickly, “dress appropriately this time!” you yell. you sit back down slowly, yuma inhaling your neck. you get goosebumps and actually move away just a bit. “what the hell is wrong with you?” you tease.
again, yuma just stares. he bites his lip. his fuma that gets you to look away. his eyes are saying something you can’t read.
“you really want to bare the snow with those three?” you look back and see harua has went to get changed too.
not even an hour later and the three boys had you rolling around the snow with them.
maki, taki, and harua decided to play in the snow in their wolf form. that way, anytime you got a chill, they could warm you up quicker than their human form could.
they would take turns pulling you on a sled, and even try to fit their wolf form on a sled and have the other pull.
harua was the smallest of them all, maki, the biggest. and to think he still had time to grow. it makes you think of your time at the cabin and befriending maki as a wolf. he always held that gentle aura, making anyone feel safe.
harua tackles you in the thick, fluffy snow, and you laugh, your cheeks turning rosy against your skin.
you’re laughing, the wolves howling and chasing one another when you feel someone watching. the wolves stop, and look over towards the white covered forest.
ni-ki stands there in all dark clothing. the boys growl. “no worries,” you say, “let me go talk to him.”
taki steps forward almost with a whine. you look back at him, “we’re all on the same team, remember? i will be okay, i promise. you all can follow, just stay a few feet back.”
all three follow you towards the forest, ni-ki still as a board waiting for you to join him.
you’re in front of him now, your wolves about ten feet back. ni-ki looks behind you at them, and smiles. “at least it’s not the alphas.”
you look over him, and notice how different he looks. not only the hair color, but he looks thinner. “why the blonde?”
ni-ki runs his hand through his hair. “i didn’t choose it.” he gruffs, annoyed.
you tease, “what? jake put bleach in your shampoo?”
“more like i woke up like this.” he scoffs, avoiding your eye contact.
“wait,” it comes together what he said, “you woke up and your hair was blonde?”
ni-ki nods. “just like how i woke up and my black hair had a silver streak. not my idea.”
you hesitate, switching between your feet, “any idea?” ni-ki shakes his head. silence fills between you both for a moment. “any reason you’re watching us play in the snow?” you finally ask.
“good to know you have time to chill and play while i have to figure out how to save the world for the both of us until you figure out your power issues.”
you grimace. the boys growl noticing your uncomfort, but you quickly turn to them, giving them a reassuring smile.
you turn to ni-ki, “again, i’m sorry about that ni-ki, i am not sure—,”
ni-ki hurriedly cuts you off, finally meeting your eyes, “are you sure your mom doesn’t remember the spell she used?”
“what?”
“it’s just,” he hesitates himself, licking his lips, “once someone gets a taste of what it feels like to be bad, in a way, that bad stays with them.”
“are you telling me my mom is lying to me?”
“i’m suggesting to you, that your mom may be lying to you.” he corrects. “there’s a difference.”
“my mom wouldn’t do that. if she knew what was keeping me for channeling my powers, she would tell us by now.”
“are you sure? she was so keen on you not knowing who you really were until you were basically thrown into this world and had no choice.”
you swallow. “thats different.”
“how?” ni-ki challenges, but you don’t have a factual answer. how is it different other than your age and situation?
you cross your arms. “i’ll ask her.”
“and how do you know she’ll tell you the truth?”
your lips come together quickly and you shrug. “i guess i’ll have a—,”
“—a what, a feeling?” ni-ki’s tone deepens. not mocking, but it reminds you of how your boys treated you for the whole believing naomi was alive and not dead situation.
“just forget it.” you say deflecting, and go to turn around, but ni-ki grabs your hand turning you back to him, ignoring the warning noises from the three wolves behind you.
“i’ll be quick, but just know, i trust you.” ni-ki says. you look up at him, tears leaving your eyes, but you believe his words. ni-ki has never lied to you. maybe fibbed, but never flat out lied.
“i trust you too, ni-ki.” you say with a nod, moving your hand away from his, using your sleeve to wipe away your tears.
“no more crying, no more doubting yourself. seriously, it’s not the damn time with these rogue vampires and wolves circling in on us.”
“do you know anymore about them?” you ask and once again ni-ki shakes his head, disappointed. your breath catches in your throat, “what about heeseung? how is he?” you whisper the last part.
“still not well.” is all ni-ki answers to. “i should get going, jay is expecting me to go meet with his father.”
ni-ki offers a smile, and turns to walk away, and disappears into the forest. you watch him disappear, and when he’s no longer in sight, you turn around seeing harua, maki, and taki all staring at you.
“let’s get back to sledding, yeah?” you smile, and begin running in the snow back to the house, as the three ran alongside you.
when it was time to come inside, the three wolves had to go through the back and have their fur be towel dried prior to them switching back to human form.
fuma met you at the front door with a smile. “there’s soup being made, and hot tea waiting for you.” you wrap your arms around his lower torso, holding him tight.
“thank you, fum.” you mumble against his chest, and he chuckles warmly, leading you into the kitchen.
after your tea was done, and everyone had some soup, harua, maki, and taki had some how in between zonked out on the couch.
“what did you do to them?” k looks over in disbelief. he’s never seen them so worn out.
“they just needed their energy worn out. believe it or not, you all are dogs.” you smirk at the last word knowing none of them liked it.
the all groan, fuma gripping the back of your neck in a teasing manner. “watch it.”
euijoo leans against the kitchen counter, over looking the table. “maki told me you talked to ni-ki.” he says.
you close your eyes with a sigh, and open them back with a plead. “can we talk about it tomorrow, please? i promise to tell you all what we discussed, i’m just, tired.”
euijoo nods. “of course.” he smiles, he didn’t want it to come off as he needed to know right then and there what you both talked about, but that’s exactly what it was.
at the same time, euijoo wanted to still give you space; remembering he trusts you. you’ll tell them when you’re ready. he just hopes it’s not too late on what you have to tell them.
“does it involve any life saving or altering matters?” nico asks from beside euijoo.
you shake your head. “no, none of that.” nico nods.
jo is still eating his rice with another bowl of soup when yuma claps him on the back of his shoulders. “jojo, looks like it’s your turn to spend time with our lovely lady.”
you smile, as jo’s cheeks become red. “oh, yeah, i—i don’t need to,”
“oh you hear that?” yuma begins excitedly but you quickly shut him down.
“no jo, it’s your turn. it’s only fair. we don’t need to do anything, okay? it’s just a chance to spend time with me and bond.” you grab jo’s hand in yours as he nods in understanding.
yuma is pouting, but you’re not noticing. but fuma is. fuma has noticed a lot. and he has his own conversations he wants to have with you.
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