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“yuma?” you look at the man in front of you, his eyes dark, just staring at you. yuma’s eyes held a haunting gaze. he sneaks closer, and with each step he took forward, you took one back. “yuma,” you state more sternly, raising your chin and he stops.

“i need you.” his voice rough. “we need you.” a pain like a sharp knife twisted in his gut, his eyes welled up.

“yuma, what’s wrong?” your chest tightened with fear, worry gnawing within you.

yuma gasped for air, taste of blood filling within his throat.

before you could respond, you were standing alone in the woods behind the house. dirt, turned mud, beneath your feet. you looked around, surrounded by quiet and gray skies. enveloped by fog, you were barely able to breath, unable to see the world in front of you.

it felt odd. it felt, off. you were being watched, but unknown by what or whom. you don’t say a word. you stand there, letting the woods talk to you. letting nature talk to you. letting the scents cloud your nostrils.

fire, sage, metallic. decay.

it’s here. the enemy. be careful. she’s after you.

she.

she.

you awoke gasping for air. you laid back in the dirt, looking up at the night sky which was filled with stars. you finally sit up, mouth set in a hard line. you hung your head, feeling weak, feeling exhausted.

your body stiffens when you hear footsteps crunch the leaves beneath them, your eyes sharp and shifty. a burst of pain ripped through your stomach, a silent cry painted on your face. you felt paralyzed for a moment, until you could smell the familiar musk of two wolves.

turning to the side, you see it was yuma and maki, emerging from the shadows behind.

“huh, that’s weird.” maki studies the few trees and bushes in the distance. they had boomed beautifully, even in the crisp cool air.

you begin to sit up to a stand, stumbling over your body weight, but maki and yuma both are by your side to help you in an instant. “careful there. we need you in one piece.” maki smiles revealing his dimple.

“are the enhypen clan known to be around any women?” you ask, using the men to hold yourself up.

“not that i know of.” yuma’s jaw tightens. “why? what’s going on with you?” color draining from his face.

yuma and maki both noticed your dull eyes, the way your heart thudded against your chest.

however, neither asked further. maki bends down, yuma helping you get on maki’s back for a piggyback ride.

you laid against maki’s back comfortably, cheek rested against his warmth as your thoughts overwhelmed you.

yuma looking lifeless to you in your dream; like he was looking through you, at you. the way he had doubled over, telling you that he needed you. that they needed you.

and my goodness, when yuma began coughing up blood? your eyes became blurry just remembering it, although yuma was currently walking upright and fine in front of maki.

and then there was a she. she? there was something more to fear than the enhypen clan, you believed. and she may be more dangerous than they believe—the enhypen clan themselves.

the woods, earth, dirt. all was warning you. then, it all hit you like a brick. you were a green witch. your powers came from the earth. that’s how you were able to wrap vines around yuma—which he still hasn’t forgiven you for even though it’s been 2 days.

“i’m a green witch.” you blink, a neutral tone coming from you.

“what was that?” yuma asks, turning around and walking backwards.

you speak louder and bland, “i was able to attack you with the vines because i am a green witch. that’s why i keep sleep walking into the woods, into nature. the earth is wanting me to listen.”

maki hums, “that makes sense. we need to tell the others immediately.”

“no.” your nose crinkles, your voice strained. “not yet. i need to make sure i am 100% correct.”

“don’t want to embarrass yourself?” yuma snickers.

you narrow your eyes at him. he smirks at you. “can i please throw a brick at him?” you ask no one in particular.

“be careful; if you really are a green witch like you say, the earth is listening and will grant your wishes.” maki warns. yuma rolls his eyes turning back around to face the front, leading maki with you on his back back to the house.

what you all hadn’t noticed was the tree branches moving, ready to attack at your command.

this time you hadn’t ventured too far away from the main house, as maki and yuma reached it quickly.

“who were you sleeping with?” maki asks, setting you down on the porch outside the house.

“euijoo and nico. but if i go back, i’ll have to shower and euijoo would sure wake up and wonder what happened.” you explain. you look between yuma and maki. “yuma, can i sleep with you?”

maki’s annoyance flares. “him? really? he’s nothing but mean to you.” he whines.

you smile softly, cupping maki’s cheek. “don’t worry, i promise you’ll get your turn soon.”

maki rolls his eyes with a huff. “fine,” he crosses his arms over his chest. “i’ll be patient this time. but my wolf wants to bond.” he pouts.

“we can have a movie date tomorrow.” you poke his chest.

yuma makes a gagging sound. “disgusting.”

“you won’t be saying that when you’re begging to fuck me, yuma.” you tease with a smile and walk into the house, the two wolves behind you, mouths wide open.

then you hear the deep chuckle of maki’s laugh and some teasing words leaving his mouth to yuma.

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you roll over in the bed, stretching wide, but realized there was a heavy weight hovering over you.

with a sleepy groan, you peek an eye open, seeing yuma hovering over your body, eyes dark. he wore a cold expression, emotionless, a deep growl emerging from his chest.

“yuma?” you squeak softly, when his nose buries itself in the left of your neck, inhaling your scent as if you would disappear at any moment.

his left knee rested between your thighs, angling towards your core, not touching just yet—which was ready and pulsing for him with need.

you look to the right seeing jo and harua both were no longer in their beds. after your shower and falling asleep with yuma, they each must’ve left sometime between then and now.

yuma lifts his nose from your neck, and your head angles back towards yuma, taking in the sight of him. he was shirtless, wearing only boxers, once again.

he presses his knee against your core, your head thrown back with a low moan leaving your lips.

his nose tickles your neck again, tracing down the curve of it, to your collarbones, then up the column of your neck. when his lips ghost over yours, you whimper with need, bucking your hips up.

“yuma—,”

“tell me you want me. beg for it.” yuma says, a smirk growing on his face. he was throwing your words back at you. ‘you won’t be saying that when you’re begging to fuck me, yuma.’

you swallow, heat creeping up your neck. “please, yuma.”

“please what, kitten?”

“touch me.” you buck your hips up again, yuma teasingly tracing figures up your arm.

“i am.”

you groan in frustration. “you know what i mean, yuma!” your hands twists in fists, hitting against the bed below your body.

“don’t think i do, kit. i’m not a mind reader.” yuma kisses your lips ever so softly, wet lips kissing your right, then left cheek. then your chin, and finally your forehead.

“please make me feel good yuma; please fuck me!” you beg, your body hot with need. your back arches, your pussy pulsing around nothing, and gushing just from yuma’s scent itself.

yuma’s own body was hot as well, his wolf beneath begging to breed you. but he wouldn’t do that, no. you trust him, and he wanted to honor that. out loud he wouldn’t say how much he wanted you, but he honors his needs. his wishes.

if any of the older ones found out what was going through his head—oh he’d be in much trouble. but he couldn’t trouble himself to be apart from you.

“if i hurt you—,”

you quickly cut him off, grabbing his face in your hands, “you won’t yuma, i know you won’t.”

he removes one of your hands from his face, intertwining his fingers with yours. “but if i do,” he sucks in a breath with hesitation, “you scream, you yell, you fight.” his eyes bore into yours, wanting you to understand he was serious about this and you did.

you nodded, “i will yuma.” you’ve never seen him so tore up. your yuma that’s always wearing a smirk, and teasing you or sassing you. this version was vulnerable, and concerned about you. what he may or may not do to you.

yuma inhales, leaning down carefully, inching his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, both his arms moving to wrap themselves underneath your body. “so soft, kitten.” he exhales against your lips.

you take his chin in your fingers, bringing him back down for a less than gentle kiss, wanting to taste him completely. his arms wrapped around your torso more tightly, your arms embracing around his neck, pulling him as close to your body as possible. your legs lock around his waist, rutting your core against his clothed cock.

you wanted yuma quickly inside you; foreplay and teasing begone. yuma rolls his hips against you next, moaning into your mouth, trying to pace himself so that his wolf wouldn’t emerge too soon.

however, you were making that hard for him. the way you rolled your hips, your tongue searching for his, your hands roaming his body, attempting to tug his boxers off.

you only wore one of his shirts, nothing underneath. so when you failed at getting his boxers off, you pulled the hem of the shirt up above your waist, your slick running down your thighs, as if it was crying for need for yuma. you tug the shirt higher up your body, your finger tips teasing the hem up your body.

“please yuma, i need you,” you whine, even in a tone foreign to you. you felt like a bitch in heat—literally. but you were 100% human, so it had to be your bond with him that was intensifying, since his wolf was also aging physically and sexually.

yuma swallows, lifting his hips just a bit so you could pull down the band of his boxers finally, freeing his thick cock, your mouth watering at the sight.

you smirk, yuma’s chest rising and falling with quick breaths, as he worked to control himself. “you’re gonna ride me, kit. you set the pace.”

yuma moves quickly on the bed so that he was laying on his back, after unwrapping himself from your body. he helps you straddle his hips, deciding to finally toss the shirt to the side, your complete bare body on display for him.

yuma licks his lips, wanting to devour you.

you nod but also pout, “kinda was hoping you would take me as you please.” you smile, kissing the corner of his lips, “but i guess i can ride,” you lift your hips, aligning his cock with your wet entrance and quickly slide down his length, so that your thighs met his within a quick thrust.

you both groan at the feeling, his more coming out as a growl, yours a whimper at how full you felt as yuma stretched you.

yuma throws his head back, breathing through his nose. hands rested on your hips, nails digging into your skin, leaving marks. he had to pace himself he told his brain.

you began lifting your body up and down in slow movements, your hands on his chest for balance. yuma was laid out on his bed, you on top, legs straddling either side of his legs as you rode him up and down, angling your hips so that your clit rubbed against his pelvis.

you got wetter in the process, your body overwhelmed with yuma, and your bond. almost like your body wanted him to stay buried within you. you look down, meeting his eyes, mouth agape, yuma licking his lips at the sight above him.

you chant his name like a silent prayer, speeding up your thrusts, your thighs meeting his for a louder contact. if anyone walked by, they would know for sure what the two of you were up to.

and for once, you hoped no one knew. because if they did—they would probably stop him. your mission was to come and milk yuma dry. you had to before anyone of the guys ruined this.

your whole body burned, feeling as if it was on fire, your hormones askew. your body got sloppy as you rode and rocked against him, chasing your orgasm—the first one of the night.

“mhm,” you squeal with a squirm against his hips.

you lean over, meeting yuma’s lips as, he flipped you over with ease, hovering above you to take over. “you still want me to use you as i please?”

you nod frantically, “yes please yuma. use me. i want to come again around your cock. i want you to come in me, please.”

yuma pulls out to the head of his cock, and thrusts back in with so much power, the bed rocks, headboard hitting the wall behind you two.

so long to being discreet.

yuma keeps up that pace. your legs wrapped around his shoulders has he pounded into your pussy, squelching against his cock, your juices continuing to run down your thighs, down his, around his cock.

“hear that? pussy gushing for me. begging for me to breed you.”

you could only continue to nod frantically, head thrown back, back arched, sweat rolling down your chest. yuma keeping the ever so faintest grip around your neck.

your breasts rubbed against his chest, nipples hard and stiff.

yuma tucks his head in your neck, biting you gently, not to break skin, but enough to leave an imprint of his teeth. it only encourages you on, pussy clamping around his cock.

yuma ups his thrusts, and slightly changes his position. he laying closer to your body, legs being held up by the crooks of his arms, nearly folding you in half.

“fuck yuma, fuck!” you moan out loud and long. yuma is literally drilling his cock into you. “yuma, i won’t—last long in this position.”

“wimp.” he teases, pulling out only for a second to turn you on your arms and knees, doggy style, and just quickly inserts his cock back into you, your prerelease leaking onto the sheets below.

he continues to drive into your cunt, one hand tightly gripping your hip, the other around your body to use two fingers to rub against your clit.

yuma pushes your head into the pillow to silence your screams and squeals as you begin to come around his cock for the second time, yuma not letting up.

one second you’re creaming around his cock, the next you’re squirting around it, while he continues to drive his cock in and out at a ruthless pace, not letting you lift your head to breath properly or moan loudly.

overstimulation hits you quickly as tears rimmed your eyes, snot beginning to form. you turn your head just the slightest so you could breathe, as you continued to squirt on his cock, yuma not stopping or slowing down.

he feels your walls tighten around him again, moving his fingers from your clit to your breast giving it a tight squeeze before his hand goes further up and wraps around your neck, this time, putting slight pressure on your windpipe.

your eyes roll back and you’re coming around yuma once again, your body growing weak. you literally turn to jello as you finish coming and yuma begins sloppily thrusting.

breed. breed. breed, his own wolf chanted in his head. he gripped your hips so tight, chasing his orgasm so close to the end. he pulls out before coming and releases on your ass and backside.

you whine at the loss of his cock inside you—wishing he did come inside you. wanting him to.

if he was to have came inside you—his wolf would 100% become territorial since it would be the first time you both bonded through sex and he was at his strongest as he was shifting completely to his adult wolf soon.

next time though, he should be able to come inside you with no issue.

yuma collapsed on your backside, ignoring that your back was sticky with his come, that now most likely transferred to him.

yuma is breathing hard, a smile tugging on his lips, as you laid their motionless, only breathing ever so slightly to catch up your stamina and mind.

yuma peppers kisses on your shoulder, on the nape of your neck, to your cheek, using his hand to move your head back and angled enough so he could kiss you in the lips with a smile.

“please can we do that again?” yuma asks through a laugh.

“i am literal jello right now, yum.” you say, trying to laugh through the pain.

yuma moves off of you, on his side, moving hair out of your face, checking on you. your cheeks were rosy against your skin, the hotness of your body cooling off. you stare at yuma with a drunken smile. “thank you for trusting me.”

“thank you for trusting me.” he repeats, emphasis on you and me. he kisses your forehead. “don’t think any of the older boys will be happy about it.”

“eh, i can make sure they get over it.” you say. “just gotta recover first.”

yuma laughs deeply. he stares at you with so much awe, and happiness that they found you. or well, that you found them. “let’s get you in a bath.”

“didn’t know you knew how to care for a girl after ruining her.”

“i read books!” he gasps, as if you had wounded him. with ease and carefulness, yuma carries you in his arms to the bathroom, sitting you on the down toilet seat as he ran a warm bath for you both.

“do you think they heard us?”

“if not us directly, they at least definitely heard the bed, kit.” yuma blushes himself and leaves a few kisses across your skin, you smiling as it kind of tickled with his feather like kisses.

once he was satisfied with leaving you kisses (and hickies), the water temp, and after you used the bathroom, he eased you into the warm tub, yuma getting in behind you.

you lean into his chest, closing your eyes to relax. “seriously thank you for trusting me, kit. i believe you might just have made my shifting just a bit easier when the time comes.”

you nod against his chest, relaxing into his arms, as he rubbed soft touches up and down your soapy skin.

almost falling asleep, you heard a knock to the bathroom door. you kept your eyes closed as yuma groaned in annoyance but mumbled for the person to come in.

you heard the footsteps, then the voice of fuma. “when you both are done, come to the office.”

you feel yuma’s heart beat quicker within his chest. “am i in trouble?” he asks like he was a kid caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to.

fuma sighs, “no. our girl was right. her being around you and jo during this time is probably for the best rather than shackling you all away.”

yuma relaxed underneath you. “we’re almost done. we’ll be down in about twenty.”

“make it thirty. take your time with her.” fuma says and leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

“they definitely heard us.” yuma says and you couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh.

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yuma and you walk down to the office quietly, to avoid any snooping eyes and snickers. his hand on your lower back for comfort, he guided you two to the office, and knocked on the door which had been shut.

it opened seconds later, fuma on the other side with a smile. you smile at fuma, giving him a quick kiss on the lips as a greeting. fuma was surprised to know yuma didn’t growl or that his wolf didn’t feel threatened at the gesture.

you and yuma stepped inside, fuma shutting the door behind you. jo was sitting nervously on the couch, euijoo sitting on his desk, long legs stretched in front of them.

“where’s nico and k?” you ask. usually them two were also in the office it seems for meetings like this.

“babysitting the others out on a run.” fuma jokes.

euijoo is eyeing you carefully, observing, as he tosses his baseball back and forth. you can feel his stare, and swallow nervously, not liking the way he was watching you.

“jo, when did you sneak out of the room? and harua?” you ask looking to jo instead.

“harua left when he heard the shower running.” jo answers, “i um—i went to bunk with k, because,” jo was stumbling over his words, and scratched his eyebrow. “i left because i could smell your scent.”

“my scent?”

“you’re arousal sweetheart.” euijoo says and was now holding the baseball in his hand. “your body was begging for their bond.”

“did you feel hot or warm at all yesterday?”

you nod slowly. “i mean throughout the day yeah. but it wasn’t until late last night i really felt hot, and then yuma—,”

yuma clasps his hand over your mouth, “they get the picture.”

euijoo stands fully now, “we warned you what could have happened, and you ignored that order.” euijoo wasn’t looking at yuma, he was looking at you.

you scoff. “you didn’t order me to do shit. and i was right, yuma didn’t hurt me, i knew that he wouldn’t.” you sneered, arms crossed.

euijoo didn’t back down or off. “he could’ve killed you.”

“and he didn’t.” you responded quickly.

in a blink of an eye, euijoo had you pushed you against the wall, his hand against your throat.

what the hell? “euijoo, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“i don’t like to be disrespected as an alpha, sweetheart.” he grits through his teeth. he gets nose to nose with you, growling in his throat. “you’re gonna need to learn how to listen.”

“euijoo—,” yuma begins but fuma holds him back easily.

“get your filthy paws off of me!”

euijoo laughs. “you weren’t saying that the other day.” he smiles with a tease.

your breath shook with fear, but every other muscle knotted with rage. “let. me. go.” you say emphasizing each syllable, but euijoo didn’t move.

no one in the room did. until the plant on the window seal moved, and was somehow thrown from the other corner of the room to beside euijoo’s head with a smash.

on the ground, the leaves of the plant grew fuller, the stems rising from the dirt up the wall.

euijoo lets you go with a smile. “there it is.”

“what?” you were confused. “what just—,”

“call the plant off sweetheart. i won’t hurt you.” euijoo backs down. you relax your fists, and your breathing. the plant suddenly melts back downward to the dirty.

“what just happened?”

“did you all just use me as a pawn to make her mad?” yuma says, hands pointing towards him, you, and then the plant.

“maki warned us she may know what her powers are tied to.” fuma says from by the door. “he added in you were hesitant to tell us.”

your lip turns upward, huffing out, “im gonna kill him.” you mumble.

“no need for that.” euijoo says, his palm resting against your cheek now in comfort. “sorry to have acted that way towards you. but it seems since you can’t control your powers yet, the only way to confirm was to piss you off.”

you close your eyes, calming your rage. when your eyes open back up, euijoo is looking at you softly with his round eyes. you smile. “you should let that side come out more often. that was pretty hot.” you smile, tugging on the collar of his shirt.

euijoo clears his throat, cheeks and ears burning red, while the other men in the room chuckle or fail to hold back their laughter.

“ok, next topic—,” he begins quickly changing the subject, “your bonding with yuma. im glad you both trusted each other. fuma and i were talking, and what you had said previously had us do some research and ask bangchan and his crew.”

“since you’re already fated to be with us as a mate, bangchan and felix believe that by taking you and jo away, it could cause more harm than good.” fuma explains. “if they’re able to control themselves with and around you, especially during the first sexual bonding experience, then their full first official adult shift will be less painful.”

you look at yuma and jo wide eyed with excitement. yuma smiles, and jo is playing with his fingers nervously. he would have to bond with you sexually, and control himself.

he’s been having trouble controlling himself around you with you in clothes. how is he going to do when the sex bonding comes?

“you okay jo?” yuma asks, observing how nervous his friend was.

“yeah just—,” jo hesitates again, “i had to leave the room because i could smell her arousal so well i was scared i would hurt her.”

“that’s another thing,” euijoo sighs, leaning back against the wall. yuma pulls you in between him and jo on the couch, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “i think with fuma, myself, and some of the others being so nervous from past experiences, we have put it in your heads that you’ll hurt her.”

“jo, you say you had to leave because you were scared. not because your wolf had done anything.” fuma adds. “yuma, what was the most violent thought you had while bonding sexually with her?”

you scrunch your face in embarrassment, yuma choking, being caught off guard by the question. “oh, to um, breed her.” yuma says out with a broken tone.

you look at yuma weirdly, “that’s the violent thought you had? not throwing me against the wall? or slapping me?” so many violent scenarios run through your mind, and yuma goes with, breeding.

“did you—,”

“no, i didn’t come in her,” yuma rolls his eyes to euijoo, “i did pay attention when you told us the first sexual bonding experience will make us territorial if we actually do come inside our mate with the intent to breed.”

so that’s why when you asked him too he still didn’t. you pouted, “and here i thought you just didn’t want to listen to me.” yuma flicks your pouted lower lip and then kisses you. “funny, my body was begging for you to come inside—like it wanted you to put a baby in me.”

“that’s the bonding experience for you!” fuma laughs. “the first sexual one, especially with a made wolf becoming a full adult, or a born wolf having sex for the first time, it can be dangerous. your hormones are amplified, and—,”

you quickly stand, “is that how it was with naomi?” you get chills just by saying her name.

fuma stumbles, dumbfounded at your words and sudden outburst, brining up naomi; whom he hasn’t thought of since meeting you. “where is this coming from?”

“did you get all hot and bothered wanting to breed her?”

“why are you only attacking me for having sex before meeting you? what about nico, euijoo, or k?”

“because im specifically mated to you fuma. the other 8 are back ups.”

“excuse you.” yuma scoffs, and you turn to him giving him a sad smile. you quickly lean down giving him a kiss on his now pouty lips.

euijoo laughs. “she’s getting territorial.”

“i’m yours, only yours,” he says pulling you closer to him, hands on your shoulders. you relax just a bit in his embrace.

you pull back with a big smile and turn to jo, “so jojo, are you ready for your first sexual bonding experience?”

jo didn’t have time to respond when the rest of the 5 boys came back, bursting through the door. maki and nico walks in the office, maki kidnapping you and threw you over his shoulder.

“she’s mine for the rest of the evening boys!” he says holding up a peace sign, walking down to the theater room. “your promised me a movie marathon date.”

you giggle. “well of course, maki.” thankfully he wasn’t sweaty from his run, if that’s what they did.

he sits you on the couch, already having snacks set up, and a movie pulled up on the screen. he pulls you into his lap, so that your legs were stretched in front of you, as you sat sideways in maki’s lap, head leaning on his chest.

“i’m the one who found you and took care of you while you were at the cabin, and im always the last one to spend time with you, no matter how much i beg.”

you look up to maki who although wore a masked expression, you knew it really bothered him.

you sit up, straddling maki’s lap and kiss his forehead. “i’m sorry i haven’t paid much attention to you, maki. i’ll try to be more attentive.” you play with his hair.

he smiles, whining at your fingers scratching his scalp. “mhm, i can fall asleep with you doing that.”

“then why don’t we nap?” you suggest and maki nods. “we can save the movie marathon for another time.”

maki picks you up with ease as you were still straddled on his lap, a squeal leaving your lips. he carries you to his room, and lays you on the bed, immediately getting in behind you.

both facing each other, he pulled you into closer to his body, spooning you, his chin resting on top of your head. “thank you.” he whispers.

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“help! someone help!” you scream at the top of your lungs. your abdomen was bleeding, your hand covered in your own blood trying to hold pressure to the infected wound.

you look in your lap, eyes filled with tears as taki lays almost motionless. “taki don’t you dare!” you growl and slap his cheek.

you scream again. “fuma!”

“fuma can’t help you now, witch.” the voice spat nasty, almost like you were a disease spreading around.

you look up, a light haired woman standing in the front of you two, with a scowl on her face.

fuma then comes into view behind her. you’re thinking he’s there to save you both. but instead, he hugs the woman from behind and kisses her cheek.

“fuma,” you gasp through sobs, “fuma—,”

“you’re not really his mate; none of theirs actually. you were just a pawn for your powers to take over the world.”

“how could you,” you shake your head in disbelief.

“how could he not? did you not take through that thick skull of yours what ni-ki had told you? you’re just a fuck toy to their game. they don’t care about you. they don’t love you. bet they never told you that either.”

this time, blood filled your lungs, and you began coughing up blood, moving away from taki so that you wouldn’t get any on him.

you’ve been betrayed. betrayed by the men you thought you could trust. your mom told you to keep going and you didn’t.

mom.

where’s your mom? you needed her more than ever right now.

“mom.” you cough, with more blood filing up your body, killing you quickly. the last thing in your vision that you saw before you closed your eyes was your mom. standing in the woods behind the two figures in front of you.

“don’t believe.” she chanted. “don’t believe; you recognize the truth. danger lies beneath the those who have told tales.”

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sitting up frantically, you start coughing, breathing labored as you gasped for fresh air.

your hands immediately went to your chest and your stomach, your skin intact.

maki wakes up slowly beside you on the bed, pulling you closer to him. “what’s wrong?” he asks, turning on the lamp beside his bed.

you look over to the occupied bed across the room. taki was asleep soundly. and safe.

you look back to maki, tears filling your eyes. you didn’t hold back. you told him about the dream. the blood, taki, fuma, and the mystery woman.

“maki,” you whisper, and he rubs your back soothingly.

“what is it?”

“does fuma,” you tilt your head in thought, “do you all believe that naomi is actually dead?”

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the woods called for you. one step, two step, three. barefeet meeting the soft grass beneath. you looked straight ahead to the bundles of trees who seem to part to make a path for you.

at the edge of the woods, you found a tree. your right hand reach out, palm resting against the bark, the indents of the carved wood like braille to you. you took in a deep breath letting the woods speak to you.

noose. witch. hanging. fire. red eyes, fangs. staring into your soul. you gasp jumping back from the bark as if it had electrocuted you.

‘good to know you’re dreaming of me little one. or shall i call you little witch?’

that voice; deep, husky, taunting. familiar. you searched around above the trees, nothing to be seen.

‘show yourself you coward!’ you commanded. the green robe wrapped around your body, moving with the wind.

a deep chuckle came out. ‘fiesty little witch.’

a gust of wind felt behind your back, you whirled around meeting face to face with the man haunting your dreams.

‘ni-ki,’ you gasp. ‘what could you possibly want with me?’

he steps closer, threatening. ‘you know what i want.’ he charges at you, knocking you to the ground. hands wrapped around your throat, eyes turning red with hunger. ‘always wanted to know what the most powerful witch tasted like,’

ni-ki leans down, sharp fangs piercing your skin, a loud cry leaving your lips.

you shake awake, your face and stomach flat against—dirt?

“what the?” you ask yourself, sitting up on your knees, your shirt and sweats covered in dirt. you pick a leaf from your hair while standing to your feet, looking around.

you were in the woods. at the cabin. it sat still and quiet in front of you. you crept slowly towards the cabin while turning in a circle.

the trees rustled behind you. you stood still, sharp inhale of air as you waited for the vampire to pounce.

only it wasn’t a vampire, it was a werewolf. yuma.

“yuma?” you ask, narrowing your eyes, stepping forward to him. “how did i get here? did you bring me out here you jerk!” you screech accusing yuma of the worse possible scenario. maybe he wanted to get rid of you. maybe he had took you from the bed you were sleeping in to abandon you out here.

“calm down kit,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “no i didn’t bring you out here. i followed you.” yuma looked exhausted.

“followed me?” you choke, “you’re telling me i walked out here on my own? wearing this, while barefoot?” you look down to your attire then back up to yuma.

yuma nods. “yes, thats exactly what i’m saying. i got up to get some water and as i was walking down the hall and back to my room you walked past me. quietly. i knew something was wrong. you walked right by me, to the front door. i tried to wake you, but you were staring off into space.”

you furrow your eyebrows in thought, “i slept walked here?”

“have you ever slept walked before?” yuma asks.

you shake your head, but then nod, “i mean yes, but not since i was like, 16.”

yuma hums in thought. “you mean the age a witch usually comes to her powers?”

you shrug. “i guess?”

“i have a theory, but let’s get you back home. once they find you missing they’ll order a search party for you.”

“but they’ll notice you’re missing too, yum.” you point out. “maybe they’d think i just went out with you.”

yuma laughs. “they wouldn’t think you came out with me willingly, kit. with my wolf becoming a full blown adult, they’re worried i’ll hurt you.” yuma’s voice softens with a frown.

you reach up to cup yuma’s cheek, thumb caressing his soft skin. “i know you wouldn’t hurt me yuma. at least not knowingly.”

yuma sighs in content with your skin contact, leaning more into the touch of of your palm. he kisses it softly, eyes locked on yours. “my wolf is slowly becoming sexually aggressive, wanting to mate soon. and since your scent drives us crazy,” yuma takes in a deep breath, “you might not see me for a while.”

you whine, “why?” you shake your head. “i won’t allow that.”

“euijoo and fuma have already talked about it, kit. they don’t want to risk anything.”

“then i will unchange their minds!” you stubbornly say, taking your palm off of yuma’s cheek, a soft whimper leaving his lips. you smirk, knowing how to get yuma under control whenever he becomes bratty with to you.

“good luck with that kit.” he says, clearing his throat, embarrassed he showed his vulnerable side to you. yuma turns around and bends down. “hop on.”

you jump with a clap, “oh em gee, is mr attitude giving me a piggy back ride?” you tease.

yuma rolls his eyes, “hop on before i change my mind.”

you giggle, climbing on his back, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist. “why do you call me kit?”

“short for kitten. you’re small but feisty. kinda reminds me of a little kitten. you can be vocal when you want something.”

yuma begins the long walk through the woods, you comfortably resting against his back. “when did you become a werewolf? or how? how did you meet the rest of the boys?”

“most wolves are born not made. however i was made. jo was too. that’s why everyone is worried about our wolves becoming full adults. our genes aren’t meant to handle the change.”

“but you’ve shifted before?”

“yes; when someone is turned, it takes about a week for them to turn. and it’s absolutely painful. it becomes less painful for made wolves around that adult age—20 to 22.”

“how did you handle your first change?”

“not well. i cried for 12 hours straight.” he says and you gasp. “remember, our bones are literally changing. we’re growing fur. it’s not supposed to be pleasant.”

“who turned you?”

“so many questions, kit.”

“i’m curious and we have a long trip ahead of us, yuma.” you say, ruffling his hair quickly.

he huffs, “fuma is the one who changed me. k changed jo. i was 11, near the brink of death. both my parents had died in a car accident. i was supposed to die too that night.”

“oh i’m so sorry yuma.”

“no need. sometimes i think my dad was having a rough time since he just lost his job. i think we were in so much financial debt that he wanted to not only end his suffering, but all of ours.”

you held tighter to yuma, kissing his neck, feeling his body visibly shudder. “thanks for telling me.” you say whispering in his ear.

yuma snorts, “like i had a choice in the matter.” he teases and you laugh.

the rest of the way, you and yuma remain in a comfortable silence until you fell asleep halfway through the trip. yuma used his fingers to lightly pinch you awake.

“kitten, we’re home.” he announces. you nod against his back, not wanting to let go. yuma opens the front door, seeing all 8 of the remaining werewolves either pacing or sitting in the foyer.

“it’s 4 in the morning! where have you both been!” euijoo scolds. “we’ve been worried sick!”

“too loud juju.” you whine from behind yuma, waving your hand. you lift your head, chin resting on yuma. “i slept walked out of the house and yuma followed me to ensure i was safe.” you smile and hide your face back into yuma’s neck.

yuma swallows. “i should’ve woken one of you up, i know—,”

fuma holds his hand up stopping yuma. “no need to apologize or explain. the good thing is you both are safe. we hadn’t felt her in any danger, so that’s good.”

yuma nods with a smile. “where should i put her?”

fuma smirks. “your bed.”

k, euijoo, and nicholas protest. even maki does.

“what?”

“her sleep with yuma?”

“no way!”

“awe come on! he’s been nothing but mean to her, while i’ve been nice!”

“maki you will get your turn.” fuma chuckles. “it seems she’s already wrapped tightly around yuma, i don’t think we have an option.” fuma nods his head to yuma, towards upstairs. “we’ll talk more about this in the morning.”

yuma nods and walks to the stairs to his shared bedroom with jo and harua upstairs. the bedroom was big enough to fit three double beds.

they lost their bunk bed privileges when yuma broke one of the bunk beds out of anger.

he lays you in his bed near the window. they each also had up a divider to maintain some privacy.

the mansion itself had 7 bedrooms, 9 bathrooms. however, two bedrooms were occupied with junk the leaders really needed to go through. or at least convert the basement into separate bedrooms rather than a giant movie room with extra space filled with game machines they barely used.

yuma sits you on his bed, and quickly goes to the hem of your shirt, which woke you up and you slapped his hand away. “excuse you.”

“you’re not sleeping in my bed covered in dirt. you need a shower and new pajamas.” yuma says.

you tiredly roll your eyes but nod. you sleepily walk to the bathroom, stripping out of your clothes on the way there. yuma clears his throat, following you into the bathroom only when he knew the coast was clear and you were under the running water.

he leaves a shirt of his and shorts in the bathroom, shutting the door back to lay on his back on his bed. harua and jo would either bunk with one of the other pack members or come in later once they knew you both were asleep.

he was close to dozing off when he felt his bed dip beside him, your warm body immediately wrapping around his. leg thrown over his waist, head snug in his side, breath evening out.

yuma sighed, one part of him wanting to push you off, the other wanting to pull your body on top of his and just have you sleep that way. but he left it alone.

he kind of regrets wearing just boxers to sleep and being shirtless now as your cool hand rested against his chest. you felt his heart thumping, and smile to yourself knowing you could make him feel this way.

he may be a brat, but yuma was also a big softie.

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when you awoke, yuma was behind you, softly snoring into your neck. his leg wrapped with yours, arm draped over your waist. you smiled at the fact yuma was literally spooning you.

you relax into his hold, and it was then your eyes went wide, feeling his very obvious morning wood. you swallow, not daring to move. you didn’t want to provoke him. no not yet. you both had a good flow going on, you couldn’t ruin that right now.

you slowly and carefully try to move out of his hold, but yuma just grumbles pulling you back to his body, kissing the back of your neck. “not yet.” he groans.

“yuma—i, uh, have to pee.”

“hold it in.”

“yuma, i can’t—,”

“yes you can. especially since you actually don’t have to pee.” he chuckles, his breath fanning against your skin, goosebumps rising.

“yuma—,” you begin but are cut off when yuma rolls his hips and and you let out an embarrassing moan.

“does my morning wood make you nervous, kit?” yuma teases.

“no it doesn’t. i couldn’t even feel it.” you say back.

yuma growls, and in an instant has you pinned on your back on his bed, him hovering over you. yuma is smirking, hips rolling into you once again, you biting your lip to repress a moan but fail as it slips and you roll your eyes.

“couldn’t feel it, huh?” yuma smiles. he takes your hand, tracing down his chest, abs, down to his v line, where the band of his boxers were. “why don’t you feel it then?”

should you? what if you both start something that can’t be finished?

you swallow, staring into yuma’s eyes who had a teasing smirk permanent on his face. “knew it, kit. you’re too scared.”

“no i’m not.” you say breathlessly, as yuma removes your hand from his body and sits up next to you on the bed. “i’m not scared yuma, not of you.”

you sit up on your knees, tugging yuma’s chin so that he looks at you. you lean forward capturing his lips with yours, and yuma immediately kisses back, tongue search for yours.

you move so you were straddling him, leaning further into the kiss, hands snaking up his bare chest to rest on his shoulders. yuma uses one of his hand on your back to hold you against him while the other hand roams your body freely.

you rock your hips against him this time, a low moan leaving yuma’s lips. “we—we can’t have sex; not yet, kit,” he says removing his lips but you just chase them.

you giggle, “who says we have to have sex yuma?” you lean back a bit, one of his hands still on your back, the other on your hip. you bite your lip, looking down at his chest, “you know, sex is overrated.” you kiss his lips, and lean down to whisper in his ear, “i think the real fun comes from a good make out and hump session.”

fuma grabs your face in his hand, eyes turning dark before clashing his lips with yours, slapping your ass. “get to riding.”

you smirk in the kiss, and begin moving your hips along his. his boxers you wore becoming stained with your arousal, his own boxers becoming stained with his. your folds rested perfect against his hard length, he leaned his head back for a moment to let out a low moan.

“so good yuma.” you say, moving your hips a little faster, “knew i could shut you up.”

he slaps your ass cheek again. “careful kit.” he smiles and leans in for another kiss.

and that’s how you both were for the next few or so minutes. breathing hard in each others mouths, sweat forming against the forehead, yuma helping you keep the pace against his cock, while adding pressure.

yuma grips your ass as you chase your orgasm, coming into his boxer shorts and he soon releases in his.

your foreheads come together, catching your breaths, smiles plastered on your faces. you kiss his lips, both hands cupping his face.

yuma pulls away, pupils blown. he smiles, “don’t think this means i’ll be nice to you.”

you laugh, “that’s fine. i know how to get you to behave now.” you say, your thumb tracing his jaw line.

“we should freshen up and get ready for breakfast.”

you nod in agreement. “sorry i ruined your boxers.” you say shyly, finger tracing his collarbones.

“no worries, i’ll make use of them.”

you slap his chest. “yuma!” he laughs and easily gets out of bed while holding onto you. “are we showering together?”

“only if you want, kit.” he says placing you on the bathroom counter. he walks to the shower to start it, hand reaching out under to test the water.

when yuma turns around, you are pulling down his boxer shorts you wore, the shirt already discarded. he rushes over to you, standing between your legs, the boxers you wore now hanging off a foot.

yuma’s nose touches yours. “maybe we should shower separately.” he says, trying to control himself. his hands grip the counter edges beside you.

you shake your head, brining him in for a quick kiss. “i trust you.” you wrap your arm around his neck. “let’s get cleaned up.”

the shower was quick, yuma helping you wash up, and you helping him. although you really wanted yuma in more ways than one, you held back, respecting his boundaries.

he was scared. he didn’t want to show it, but he was actually afraid of hurting you. there must be a reason. and not just because the boys say so.

with giggles, yuma wraps you in a fluffy towel, wrapping one on his waist. on his bed laid out an outfit for you. jeans, and a dark green sweater. you eye it suspiciously, eyebrow raised at yuma.

“we might be expecting guests if they want you covered up.”

you swallow, “do you think it’s—,”

yuma shakes his head, “if it was the vampires, we would’ve been warned and they probably wouldn’t have you join us.”

you and yuma both get dressed, and afterwards, yuma escorted you to the dining room. the fancy one.

it was a long wooden table, decorated with fine pieces of art, decorative pieces, and porcelain plates. the table was big enough to fit 14 people.

“do you all use this table often?” you ask yuma who stood behind you.

“not much. only rarely since euijoo and fuma are very selective on who we invite into our home.”

maki walks into the room holding some food to set on the table. maki smiles, “there you two are! euijoo wants to see you both in his office before our guests arrive.”

soon harua and jo walk in assisting maki in setting the table for brunch.

yuma intertwined your fingers, and pulls you to euijoo’s office. euijoo sat behind the desk, nico sitting on the empty couch in the corner.

“you wanted to see us?” yuma asks, and euijoo looks down to your adjoined hands, then smirks.

“nice to see you two finally get along.”

you hush euijoo. “if you point it out he gets scared!”

yuma rolls his eyes. “im just being on my best behavior since we have guests coming it seems.”

nico snorts, then covers it up by his hand. euijoo adds in, “that hasn’t stopped you before.”

“anyway—,” you say to get the attention off yuma before his mood goes south, “who are these guests?”

“madam jan, the lady we met at the shop. and she’s bringing in two of the asepa sisters,” euijoo explains.

“aespa sisters?” you ask confused.

nico nods from the couch, “aespa sisters are four powerful witches. they all of course have insane powers, but also a speciality. karina holds the power of reality warping, winter holds the power of the elementals, giselle holds power of memory altering, ningning holds the power of telekinesis.”

“like all witches on top of their speciality so to say, their main powers come from their key colors they associate with.” euijoo adds, “and they can explain it more, okay?”

“which witch is coming from the aespa sisters? as long as it’s not giselle; last time she promised to curse me.” yuma says.

you look at him with a pointed look, “and what did you do or say to her, hmm?”

“that doesn’t matter,” yuma waves off.

“he put wasabi in her food.” nico answers.

“she called me a dumb dog!” yuma defends.

you couldn’t help but laugh, yuma removing his hand from your hold. “whatever.” he says and walks out of the office. euijoo and nico shake in laughter.

the doorbell rings, and you suddenly feel nervous. you can sense the power that comes from the other side of that door, anxiously waiting to meet them.

euijoo grabs your hand, and pulls you towards the front door, nico not far behind.

the rest of the 7 werewolves are in the foyer, dressed nicely unlike their usual comfortable, sports attire. fuma also walks to the front door, opening it.

behind the door was madam jan whom you recognized, and two other women around your age, who you didn’t know, but for some reason they seemed familiar.

you heard taki groan in disappointment from behind, “aw man! i wanted to see what curse giselle would put on yuma!”

all of you bow, euijoo greeting the three women, “madam jan, karina, winter, thank you for coming.”

“of course! it’s great to see davina again!” madam jan gushes. the boys who weren’t at the shop looked confused.

“uh, davina is my witch name,” you answer to the confusion of the boys, looking around.

harua steps forward, “brunch is fresh and ready.”

“let’s eat!” taki says excitedly bouncing into the kitchen.

“good to know he’s still a ball of energy.” karina coos. she looks over to k, “please make sure he never changes.”

k smiles and nods politely. “don’t think he ever will.”

“sadly.” yuma sighs from beside you and you elbow him.

“wish you would change.” karina narrows her eyes, “i had to almost tie up giselle so she wouldn’t come. i don’t think she would curse you—she’d probably kill you.”

karina walks forward with madam jan and winter, while you held back with yuma and euijoo.

“does giselle not like spice?”

“she’s allergic.” euijoo sighs. “and she had a date that night.”

yuma laughs. “she blew up like a pufferfish.”

you remove your hold from euijoo, and step in front of yuma, “that was mean.”

yuma frowns. “well i wasn’t doing it to be nice?”

“you’re such an asshole.” you scoff and turn to walk to the dining room.

there were 13 of you total out of the 14 seats. on one side of the table from left to right was: fuma, you, k, karina, harua, and maki.

the other side from left to right was: euijoo, winter, nicholas, yuma, jo, and taki.

madam jan sat at the head of the table to fuma’s right, and euijoo’s left, while the other end of the head table seat was empty.

you all started eating first, before madam jan, karina, and winter spoke more about themselves as a witch. they confirmed there are colors most witches are tied to, where there powers usually originate from.

yellow (fire), green (earth), blue (water), white (stone), red (sex/fire). black witches dabble in dark magic.

but not every witch associates themselves with a color. most times the colors are used in witching schools to keep the students who powers are similar in the same dorms and classes.

“i heard someone here has a theory on something?” karina asks looking around the table and yuma sighs.

yuma begins to explain how he followed you as you slept walked. “she says she hasn’t done it since she was about 16. 16 is when most witches come with their powers. my theory is her mom has placed a spell on her that is slowly fading away which could be the cause for her sleepwalking again. it could also be the reason she hasn’t been able to tap into her powers.”

“didn’t know you had a brain on you.” karina jokes, yuma narrows his eyes.

madam jan cuts in, “what a wonderful observation, yuma.” she praises. “that could be very well the case, and since she isn’t around her mom, the spell or curse is weakening.”

you swallow. “what happens when the spell completely wears off?”

“your powers may either come slowly or all at once which can overwhelm you.” madam jan says, “either way be careful and be aware of yourself.”

“could i potentially hurt them or myself?” you question, pointing around the room.

“that is a possibility, yes,” winter says, “but if you’re one of the most powerful witches like madam jan says, then you’ll quickly learn how to use those powers and put no one in harms way.”

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the rest of the brunch went well, yuma quiet, but on his best behavior. you could tell something was up, but didn’t bring it up in front of anyone.

after brunch, yuma and jo excused themselves, going out for a run, taki and fuma joining them.

karina, winter, and madam jan said goodbyes, and that they would keep in touch, and for you to reach out with any needs.

you laid quietly in the media room, a movie playing on the screen but you weren’t paying attention. harua sat to your right, maki on your left.

“what’s bothering you?” maki whispers.

you look up to him. he had his arm wrapped around you, his fingers tracing lines under your sweater on your shoulder.

you shake your head with a sigh. “nothing, just—,” you hesitate, “i’m worried about yuma.”

harua pauses the movie. “what about yuma?”

“he’s really scared to even be near me at times, it seems. like he’ll just lose control at any moment.”

“he’s just scared of hurting you. his wolf is becoming—,”

“i know that, but what proof is there, maki? he can be a brat, yeah, but not once has he ever showed any proof that he would hurt me. i think telling him he would be aggressive is making him worry.”

maki and harua sit in silence for a while. harua speaks up first, “the four oldest are just—careful, okay? there has been past times when a werewolf who is made becomes aggressive both physically and sexually when they’re attracted to someone, aka their mate.”

you swallow. “yuma is different, so is jo.” you defend.

maki tilts your chin so that you were looking at him. “you may think that, but remember, we are still beasts.”

“what’s going to happen to them?” you pout. maki traces your bottom lip oh his thumb.

“euijoo and fuma already planned to have them somewhere away from you so they won’t risk anything.”

“but where?”

“i can’t tell you that.” maki shakes his head. you cross your arms still pouting. you look over to harua, but he shakes his head as well.

“fine, i will ask taki when he returns!”

maki laughs. “good luck with that; they made sure to not tell him about the plan.”

you groan, and with a roll of your eyes, begin to walk out the media room, up the stairs to the main floor. “stupid boys.” you mumble.

“what are you mumbling about now?” euijoo asks as you reach the top of the steps. he must’ve just came out of the kitchen.

“juju, what’s going to happen to yuma and jo?”

“ahh,” euijoo chuckles, “not telling you that.”

“but—,”

“no buts.” euijoo cuts you off. he begins to walk to his office, water and snacks in hand. you follow him, hot on his trail, or shall you say, tail, and shut the door behind you.

“why won’t anyone tell me?” you throw your hands in frustration.

“we got to know you quickly; you’ll do whatever it takes to make sure those two aren’t shackled away.”

you gasp, “they’re going to be shackled!”

euijoo rubs his brow and sits in his chair, motioning for you to come next to him. you do, standing in front of him, as he grabs your hands after setting his snacks down.

“i can promise you, they will be fine, okay? this is not only for your safety, but theirs too.” euijoo explains softly. “i will make sure you can say bye to them before they go off.”

“how long will they be gone?”

“just a few days, okay? and they’ll be watched over carefully. bangchan and his crew will help. they assist with made werewolves all the time.”

euijoo rubs the back of your hands softly, holding you close. he pulls you into his lap in his chair so that you sat down, your legs dangling over one side.

“no more pouting, okay? i don’t like seeing you upset.” he kisses your cheek which causes you to smile.

“thanks juju.” you say in return, and lean down to kiss his lips. he groans into it with a smile, wrapping his arms around your waist. you pull away, “you know, i’ve always wanted to be fucked against a desk.” you smirk.

euijoo laughs. “mhm, are you asking me to fuck you against my desk?”

“mhm, maybe,” you bite your lip seductively, playing with his shirt. “it’s been a while since you’d had me,”

euijoo holds you closer, but frowns, “i don’t want you to think we’re just using your for sex, darling. i know what ni-ki told you. that’s far from the truth.”

you cup his cheek in your left palm, “if i didn’t want it, i wouldn’t have asked.” you kiss euijoo lips once more, lips trailing down his jaw line, to his neck, before he whimpered from a soft spot, and your lips attached and began sucking to mark him.

euijoo leans his head back so that you had better access and was more comfortable. one arm was wrapped around your back for balance, the other tangled in your hair.

after feeling successful that you’ve marked him, you gave him a quick bite before pulling back, smirking at the deep, purple-ish mark. you kiss it tenderly, before pulling back.

“ah-ah, not so fast,” euijoo says as you go to stand, but euijoo pulls you back in his lap, so that you were straddling him. there, you felt the bulge in his pants.

you giggle and lean back down to kiss him. you quickly sink to your knees, unzipping his pants, and all euijoo could do was stare at you with a smile on his face, as you took him out of his pants.

you kiss his tip, before sticking out your tongue, licking up under his shaft, not breaking eye contact. you finally take him in your mouth, as much as you could. for euijoo, it was his length you had trouble accommodating. you took him as far as you could before your gag reflex kicked in, drool and slobber forming at the sides of your mouth.

euijoo once again wrapped his hand in your hair, a low groan leaving his lips. “so good for me. so glad you’re ours. only ours.” he growls. you work your mouth faster against his length, relaxing your jaw as much as possible.

euijoo assisted with the pace, but pulled you up when he felt himself coming close to coming in your mouth.

you whine at the loss, euijoo breathing heavily with a quick laugh, “no worries darling. i’m just not coming in that pretty mouth of yours.”

euijoo stands, pulling you up in a standing position, and sitting you on his desk, so that his cock was in perfect position to be aligned with your cunt.

he leans in for a hot kiss, quickly unbuttoning your pants this time, unzipping the zipper, and pulling them down your thighs and legs all without breaking the kiss.

his tongue searched for yours, his right hand ripping the pants from your legs, his left hand hooked under your knees to pull you closer to the edge of the desk.

he pulled your underwear to the side, your glistening cunt on display for him.

he gets down to his own knees, nose rubbing against your clit, before flattening his tongue through your folds. “so yummy.” he sighs in content, before his tongue poking through your hole, licking you up for what all you offered.

your head fell back, left hand going to grip euijoo’s soft dark hair, your thighs tightening around his head. euijoo continued to lick you clean, nose occasionally rubbing against your clit, two of his fingers easing into your cunt, a loud moan leaving your lips followed by a whine.

euijoo has long fingers that perfectly reached within your walls, and where you needed him most to get you to come.

while his fingers continued to work in you, he lifted his head, looking at you like you were a fallen angel. “darling, do you want to come on my fingers or cock?”

“co—cock, please euijoo.” you begged.

euijoo stood up, not removing his fingers, kissing you so that you could taste yourself. he removed his fingers, you looking down to where his mushroom tip now rested heavily against your clit, covering himself it’s your wetness.

he slowly pushed in, breaking the barrier, pushing within your walls, your thighs now tightening around his waist. “mhm, soooo long juju.” you sigh out. you pull him down to attach your lips, and he wastes no time to begin to rock his hips against yours. pelvis meeting each other, you removed your lips, and went to the other side of his neck to begin to mark that side. euijoo tucked his head into your neck, sighs and whines leaving his lips, being caught into your neck.

he pulled you as close to him as possible, bodies rocking against the wooden desk, slight creaking sound to be made, but mostly to be heard within the office walls was breathing, skin on skin, and occasionally the squelch of your cunt around his cock.

“juju—,” you whimper removing your lips from his neck.

“i know baby. go ahead and come for me.” he whispers in your ear. his thumb snuck between your bodies, rubbing quick circles against your clit, and soon you were gushing around euijoo’s cock, euijoo releasing quickly inside you as well.

you let out the filthiest moan mixed with small scream, your thighs shaking around euijoo’s waist.

euijoo slows down his thrusts, and when he pulls out, both of you whimpering at the lost of feeling. just a small bit of his come leaks out of you, you both smiling in relief. he tilts your chin up, kissing you on the lips.

you both jump when a knock is heard on the office door. “is it safe to come in, or shall i return later?” nicholas says from the other side of the door, and you could hear the teasing smirk behind his lips.

you both laugh. euijoo pulls up his boxers and pants and helps you with your underwear and pants.

“come on in nico,” euijoo says, and nico carefully opens the door, peeking in first, before coming inside the office and shutting the door in the process behind him.

he looks over you two with a smirk. “next time, i want to be invited.” you blush, hiding your face in euijoo’s shoulder. euijoo’s chest rumbles with laughter and he kisses the top of your head.

“maybe one day, nico.” euijoo says.

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you were sleeping between euijoo and nico when you sat up in bed unknowingly. nico and euijoo both remained deep asleep, as you maneuvered around their bodies.

your feet took you down the hall, and down the steps to the front door.

“not again.” a voice says, but goes unnoticed by you. yuma watched you carefully as you opened the door, and made your way to the woods like last time.

yuma follows you from behind quietly, to not startle you awake. chills combed his body as he watched you with ease walking through the woods, over tree stumps, avoiding any poisonous flowers.

miles later, you stopped in a different spot. in the middle of the tree-line, there seemed to be a circle outlined with dirt. you sat down in the middle on your knees.

yuma was confused, but again, didn’t try to wake you. he was curious to see what you would do this time. last time you hugged a tree.

your hands dig in the dirt, whispers of chants leaving your lips. yuma had no idea what words were leaving your mouth. but as soon as you finished, the vines from the trees moved.

they moved.

and the snuck around your body as if this time they were giving you a hug.

before yuma could react, a vine came up from behind him, snaked around his ankle, hauling him upside down.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” he screeched and the vines from around you unwrapped themselves from you, you awaking from the sleep walk.

you look around confused, until you heard a familiar voice.

“WILL YOU HELP ME!”

you look up, seeing yuma tied upside down. “yuma? what are you doing?” you ask standing up from the dirt.

“oh you know, just, hanging around.” he huffs, crossing his arms. “can you just get me down!”

you look around, following the lines of the vine, before seeing where it was wrapped around a tree branch.

you easily unwrapped it, and heard a thud in an instant. yuma now laid on his back, staring up at the dark sky.

you walk closer to him, leaning over. “uh, sorry?”

“you will be.”

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euijoo and nicho ran out in the woods in their human form, in search for fuma. he was either in his wolf form to run out all his anger or in his human form after he’s calmed down.

they found him at the edge of their territory, sitting on a cliff overlooking the water below.

fuma turned slightly so the two knew he was aware of their presence. “i didn’t mean to hurt her.” he says softly.

“we know.” euijoo replies. he and nicho come up to sit on either side of him. “she’ll be okay.”

fuma looked up to the night sky, counting the stars. “i was hoping i would be over the hate for humans by now.”

nicholas soothingly rubbed fuma’s knee. “we understand. they were your parents. even if not biologically.”

fuma didn’t have good past relationships with humans. humans who killed the only two people he knew has parents—family. and nearly killed his mate—best friend.

the mate that was killed by a vampire.

fuma swallowed. how does he explain to them that it’s you who has a pull on him? that he smells your sweet vanilla scent, with a hint of cinnamon. that your smell awakened something in him.

but that couldn’t be right. his bestfriend from childhood, naomi, was supposed to be his mate. she had told him that since they were 15. but at the coming of age, he never felt the pull like she said she did.

“how was she after i left?” fuma asks, looking over at the blue water below.

“some neck marks, but she didn’t seem too shaken up. yuma is right, she’s feisty.” euijoo laughs.

“did k really bring a human hook up to the compound?” fuma asks, now looking at euijoo.

euijoo shakes his head. “from what i know, no hook ups happening. it’s a long story me and nicho can explain on our way back.”

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you laid in the dark silently beside k. you stared at the wall, as k slept beside you—once again, half naked.

you thought about your interaction with fuma. and how even though he nearly tried to kill you, you just felt comfort with him.

seriously—what the fuck is wrong with you? fuma just tried to choke the shit out of you and you wanted more?

your thighs clenched together at the thought.

you felt a heavy arm wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to a warm body. yeah no wonder he slept half naked, this man’s body was warm.

“go to sleep princess,” k huffs in your ear, his voice deep and raspy. it sent chills down your body. “you’re moving too much.”

in a snarky tone you replied, “well excuse me for just being choked out by one of your friends? how am i supposed to go sleep after that?”

k’s hand now rested on your thigh from your waist. “don’t pretend you didn’t like it.” he sighs.

your eyes widened. how did he know that? you cleared your throat, “i didn’t.” you said through gritted teeth. you pushed him off of you. “you’re hot, stay on that side of the bed.”

k laughs. “good to know you think i’m hot.”

you sit up in the bed, “i meant your body temperature!” you squeal. “you are impossible!”

you get out of his bed, and he sits up. “where do you think you’re going?”

“i’m going to find maki, and bunk with him. at least he’s less annoying.”

“get back in the bed,” he says. you almost ignored him until he said your name in his deep tone as a command. “now.” he added after your name.

from your spot of standing, you turned to look at k, he was leaning up on his elbow, eyes focused on you. although it was dark in his room, and you were sure he could only see your outline, you had a feeling he could see all of you.

you huff, sitting back on the bed, arms crossed. “im only getting back in this bed because it’s comfortable and i’m tired.”

“and you like being bossed around.” k teases. he pulls you back into his bare chest, your head now laying on it. you could hear his heartbeat, and suddenly you’re eyes felt heavy. “goodnight princess.”

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it was near 11 am when you awoke the next day. you sat up rubbing your eyes, when you caught a figure standing in the doorway.

fuma.

you could see him better now. he was definitely one of the thickest of them all—muscular wise—like maki. he was handsome as hell, and seemed to have been watching you while you slept.

when he saw you were completely awake, he made no move to leave. he just stood there and watched you closely.

you looked up at him, exhaustion written on your face, and your hair a tangled mess.

what caught you off guard was when he came into the room and was suddenly hovering over you, trapping you underneath this arms.

goodness he smelled good. you swallow, looking up at him with your eyes, “hi—,” you whisper out, scared that anything you do or say would set him off.

he seemed to just stare at you. trying to get a read on you, until he suddenly pulled away, standing up straight. your eyes took in his toned body, dressed in jeans and a tank.

“fum—,”

“they’re waiting for you downstairs.” he says and walks out of k’s room, but stalls in the threshold and looks back at you, “put some actual clothes on. not just a shirt and boxers. the last thing you need is nine horny men eyeing you when you’re half dressed.”

that left you speechless, but you obliged. you got out of k’s bed to quickly get ready, seeing your clothes and some other women’s clothes were folded neatly in his closet.

after changing, you had on some comfortable leggings and an oversized sweater. not only did they keep it cold in this damn house, but winter would be coming soon.

you found your way back down the steps, and into the kitchen. this time, taki had joined k at the stove.

taki noticed you first. “princess! you’re awake!” he grinned ear to ear. “we heard you were finally up, we are making you some breakfast.”

you smiled with a blush, “thanks, taki.”

k scoffs, “and what about me, princess?”

you roll your eyes. “thank you, k.”

jo and maki join you all in the kitchen, jo holding your mom’s journal.

you looked up at the tall—quiet man. “did you figure out anything?”

jo nods. “the first thing mentioned a lot is a city that we’ve never heard of. when i asked euijoo or fuma of it, they seemed to recognize it instantly.”

“well where is it?” you ask.

jo hesitated, “they wouldn’t say.”

you scrunched your face, annoyed. “well, what else did you find out from the journal?”

“i was able to make out some phrases and words, but again they make no sense.”

“just a bunch of gibberish.” you sigh. “maybe my mom was off her rockers and there is nothing for me to be running from.” you rest your forehead on the table with a thud.

“i wouldn’t say that.” jo says softly, but you hadn’t heard him. k and taki look at him with a raised brow, but he shakes his head.

“euijoo, haura and nicholas went to the said city to try and figure some things out.” maki informs.

k and taki work on plating your food. “and fuma?” you ask.

“him and yuma went for a run.” jo answers.

“you all really like your runs.” you say, chin rested on your hand as a plate of food is placed in front of you.

“it keeps us in shape.” maki says.

“i can tell.” you agreed, eyeing each of the 4 men in front of you. you picked at your plate, as the four talked amongst themselves, you half listening.

could your mom have really told you to run for no reason? but if that’s so, then what about the men that had found you at the motel? you sigh. you wish you had questioned your mom more intentionally. what was the reason?

“you okay?” maki whispers in your ear, startling you a bit. you look up at him, his brown eyes on you, eyebrows drawn together.

fuck why were all these men handsome and why were you so damn horny.

you swallowed, and turned your head away from his intense gaze, “yeah, i’m fine.” your voice cracked.

“you’re lying.” taki says with a a smile.

you stab your plate. “i’m. fine.”

k comes around the counter to grab the fork out of your hand. “maybe it’s you who needs a run to cool off.”

“or maybe just throw her in the pool.” taki suggested.

“im seriously fine, okay?” you huff. “my mom is a nutcase and i believed her.”

“i don’t think your mom is a nutcase. her journal means something, we just don’t know what yet.” jo explains softly. “if she truly was worried for your safety, then of course her journal would be hard to read.”

jo was so soft spoken, almost to the point sometimes you couldn’t hear him. his aura was calming, even more so than how you felt with the others. you looked up at him, taking in his features, especially his small mole near his eyes.

“do you truly believe that?” you challenged.

jo nodded. “i do. i can feel the emotions that your mom put into this journal. it’s intense.”

“you can feel the emotions she wrote down?” you asked confused.

“i mean by the way she wrote the words. like how hard the pen was pressed to the paper.” jo covered, looking over to the other three.

you nodded.

“finish your breakfast,” k says, handing you back the fork, “after that you can decide what you want to do.”

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fuma and yuma were the first to return to the house, then euijoo, nicho and haura.

you were sitting in their hidden theater room that was down in the basement along with some other games usually found in arcades.

maki got comfortable on your left, and had pulled your legs to drape against his lap. k was to your right, your head resting on his lap.

how did you even get in this position? you weren’t sure. and why haven’t you moved? again; not sure.

taki was laid out on one sofa, jo on the other.

the first to come into the theater room was fuma and yuma.

“not fair! i didn’t know it was cuddle time.” yuma exclaims. maki pauses the movie.

that’s when you were aware of the position you were in. “oh, um,” you whisper, and sit up from k’s lap, removing your legs from maki’s hold.

k and maki both let out a sound of disapproval of you moving. “we were comfortable and enjoying the peace and quiet!” k groans.

you had sat up, resting your legs beneath your body. biting your lip, you look over to both fuma and yuma. yuma had walked down the steps of the theater room, taking a seat next to taki, taking his snacks.

fuma stood there, staring at you and the two men beside you, arms crossed. you looked over to him, meeting his eyes. trying to avoid eyeing his biceps.

you cleared your throat, “do you want to join, fuma?”

fuma got chills down his spine hearing you say his name in such a cute, small voice. unsure of yourself. scared that he’d choke you again.

“no.” he gruffs and walks away.

“don’t mind him, he’s probably just going to play some video games.” maki says, running a hand over your head.

you don’t know why you seemed disappointed that fuma blew you off.

after fuma left, haura, euijoo, and nicho came down and joined you all.

euijoo raised a brow at your position between the youngest and oldest but didn’t say anything.

“i’m going to make more popcorn and get more snacks.” maki says, and gets up from his spot before you all start another movie. taki and jo got up to help maki. then you were left with k, euijoo, nicho, yuma and haura.

euijoo took maki’s now empty seat next to you, and you absentmindedly leaned into his side. euijoo froze for a second before relaxing, looking over to k.

him and k seemed to share a quiet interaction that went unnoticed by you.

euijoo felt the pull to you as well. he wondered who else felt it. euijoo wrapped his arm around your shoulder as k took your feet on his lap.

“what movie next?” asks haura.

you smile. “i know what you did last summer.”

upstairs, maki, taki, and jo were gathering the snacks, when fuma walked in. suddenly the three youngest went quiet.

“you all don’t have to walk on eggshells around me.” fuma says with a roll of his eyes. “im over the fact you all brought a human into our territory.”

“technically she found us first.” taki holds up a finger.

“don’t make this worse.” maki sighs, closing his eyes.

“whatever, just keep her out of my room.”

“don’t worry, we’ll make sure she stays away from your pokemon plushies.” taki teases.

“be lucky i find you cute or else you’d be buried.” fuma crosses his arms. fuma hesitates with his next question, scared of the reactions or answers he’ll get. “by the way, does she happened to be any of your guys’ mate? im only asking because of the way yall have acted towards her.” he was trying to be nonchalant about the question.

the three shrug. “she’s cute.” taki says.

“i feel a pull—but it’s hard to explain.” jo adds.

“from the first time i saw her, not only did i feel a pull, but a need to protect her. it was weird.”

“what does she smell like to you all?” fuma asks.

“vanilla,” both taki and jo says.

“with a small hint of cinnamon.” maki finishes. “why?”

they smell the same thing he did, which isn’t uncommon, but absolutely weird. fuma shakes his head. “no reason.”

“you smell it too—and the draw to her.” jo mentions.

“so what is this? we’re all attracted to her? is this some polygamy type shit?” taki says and maki slaps the back of his head.

“it’s not unheard of that the same men in a pack are attracted to the same girl—especially a human.” jo recites. “but there has to be a reason.”

fuma thought about it. “i need to figure out what euijoo found in the city.”

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you found your head laying on the lap of someone, and your legs stretched out.

leaning up carefully, you noticed you had fallen asleep, and so has maki and haura. your head had been on maki’s lap, your feet stretched on haura’s lap. none of the others seemed to be around.

getting up from the couch, and with soft footsteps, you walked up the stairs to the main house, wanting a snack and to find a bed to sleep in. maybe k’s? or maybe you’d sleep in maki’s empty bed—but then that meant you’d bunk with taki.

you were deep in thought you hadn’t heard anyone come in the kitchen. “are you lost?”

you jumped at the sudden deep voice, but visibly relaxed when you saw it wasn’t fuma. but also felt, disappointment. that damn disappointed again.

you looked at nicho, unable to get a read on this man. although his outer shell screams ‘scary,’ his pink hair and smile says another story.

“i got uncomfortable laying on maki and haura.” you say. “i was going to go up to k’s room.” you add quietly.

nicho raised his brow at your answer. “do you want to go back to his room?”

no and yes, you thought. nicho did a bold move and intertwined his fingers with yours. he lead you upstairs and to a different door than k’s.

opening it, you saw two queen beds in the room, euijoo in one, sleeping.

nicho went to sit down on the bed, pulling you in between his legs as you stood. “is this okay?” he asks softly and you nod.

you suddenly felt heat on your back, and a kiss to the top of your head. euijoo’s hand gripped your waist. “let’s get some sleep.”

you thought you would be pulled to euijoos bed since he’s the one who gripped your waist.

instead, nicho pulled you into the bed, and euijoo followed in behind you.

“wait—,”

“sleep.” nicho says kissing your forehead.

what have you found yourself in? did you unknowingly stumble upon a polygamy type of arrangement? were nine men are looking for one wife?

your eyes felt heavy with the two warm bodies you were sandwiched between. and like the night on k’s chest, you found yourself falling asleep quickly.

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“do you think they had a threesome?”

“it doesn’t reek of sex.”

“nah it’s too soon for that.”

“we’ve thought that before. and was wrong.”

“i’m surprised she hasn’t woke up throwing a fit.”

you stirred awake, groaning with a stretch, feeling hot. a hand gripped tightly on your waist, and you was pulled into a bare chest.

this one felt different from k’s. then you remembered last night. you had fallen asleep on maki and haura. going up to the kitchen, and following nicho back to the room.

you peeped an eye open, and saw euijoo in front of you, laying on his back, asleep.

“morning baby.” a deep, raspy voice said from behind you.

nicho.

you shoot up in a sitting position on the bed. you look down seeing nicho on one side, euijoo on the other.

you look up seeing the door cracked, and movement on the other side, like rushed footsteps.

nicho laughs. “im pretty sure they think we had a threesome.” one arm thrown over his face, only his nose and lips on display.

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🜼 k — he’s a runner he’s a track star

🜼 fuma — pokémon nerd, gym buff?

🜼 nicholas — looks like he could kill you, but a cinnamon roll

🜼 ej — looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll

🜼 yuma — menace

🜼 jo — shy boy and talented artist (and good at basketball)

🜼 harua

🜼 taki