#dovenet

💀Warnings: dubcon/noncon (lowkey readers kink but nothing is negotiated before hand), descriptions of nightmares

🍬Kinks: somnophilia, tentacles, fear kink, oral (m), unprotected sex, creampie, cumshot, facial, breast play, clit play, spitroating, upside down sex, oral (f), cum eating, vague implied mxm, the threat of sharp teeth against your vulnerable spots.

You stretch your arms above your head and yawn. It’s getting to be that time of night again. You despise it usually, but tonight you’re especially uneasy about it.

You’re house sitting for your parents while they’re away on a cruise in the Mediterranean. So that means sleeping in your old childhood bedroom. You shudder and whistle for your parent’s dog to follow you up to bed. 

When you were a child, you were often haunted by two monsters. Your parents, like all, just told you that they were your imagination; your young mind making shapes from the dark. But the nightmares were recurring, it never failed. Either one with a monstrous grin, with teeth stretched wide, and salivating to chomp on your limbs or another with more arms than you could count. Both seemed to be made of shadows and had red glowing eyes. 

Needless to say, you were beyond elated when moved from your parents house and grew up. The nightmares stopped and you couldn't have been happier. 

Except for now, where you were right back where you started. 

“Ridiculuos,” You grumbled under your breath, punching your pillow and trying to get comfortable in your old bed. 

Your parents had decorated it as a spare bedroom, you having long, long fled the coop. So no longer were there funky purple fur pillows or your favorite band posters hanging up. Now it was tasteful and not at all familiar. Maybe that would help with the nightmares.

You snuggled up in the bed and felt your eyes droop despite your apprehension of what could be your dreams. What you failed to notice was your dog whining and leaving the room as you drifted off the lalaland.

When next you gain consciousness, you’re convinced you’re dreaming because the sight to behold does not compute in your reality.

You’re upside, wrapped up in too many shadow tentacles to count. You can hear the wet noise of your wet cunt before you understand that there is something moving in and out of it. You let out a soft moan as the beginnings of pleasure lap at your nerves.

“Oh good, she’s awake,” the darkness grunts in front of you.

That’s when you realize it’s not the darkness, it’s another monster. You only realize that because of the toothy grin that splits its face.

Your heart begins to beat erratically when you realize that the two monsters from your childhood nightmares have now infected your very wet dreams. You start to struggle desperately, trying to figure out how to break this dream.

A dark chuckle from behind you makes you freeze. That noise has haunted you in your nightmare more times than you’d care to remember. “You can struggle all you want but you’re not going anywhere. Especially since the energy we’re getting off of you is so much better than your fear.”

You wet your lips nervously. “What are you talking about?”

The monster with the terrifying grin crouches down in front of you. “Awe, don’t you remember your two playmates from childhood? You used to have the yummiest nightmares.”

You whimper not-so-subtly. “Nononono,” You begin to chant.

“Yesyesyes,” The tentacled monster behind you mocks you. 

“We should formally introduce ourselves,” The grinning monster suggests. “My name is San. The tentacles behind you is Jongho. Pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Please don't eat me,” You whimper.

San rolls his eyes dramatically. “I don't remember her being this dumb when she was younger.”

“Maybe it's all the blood going to her head.” The tentacles shift so that you're being held right side up. “We're not planning on eating you. Although your fear is tempting, you were having a naughty dream, so we thought we'd take advantage of your much more delicious lust.”

To make a point, the tentacles around you move until two massage your breasts and another starts to rub your clit. You attempt to push your thighs together but it only adds to the amazing pressure on your clit.

“Maybe we need to tone down the monster part?” San suggests. The shadows immediately recede. San still has that terrifying grin with the razor-sharp teeth but his face is revealed to be handsome.

“Fine,” sighs Jongho. The tentacles still waver as shadows but you watch as flesh and blood hands smooth over your hips.

“See? Nothing to fear,” San grins and you swallow loudly. San cackles evilly. “Okay, maybe there is still something to fear. This mixture of fear and lust is killing me,” he groans.

“This is such a fucked up dream,” You moan pitifully.

“Human, this is no dream. This is reality,” Jongho growls. A tentacle wraps around your throat, somewhat threatening. “I'm going to fuck this face.”

San frowns deeply. “Well, what am I going to do?!”

“Tongue in cunt,” Jongho suggests gutterly.

“Oh god,” You squeal as you feel yourself literally dripping down your thighs. This wasn't exactly the dubcon kink realization you had ever imagined.

“Come on, Pretty, it's going to be so much fun,” San cackles again. 

The tentacles spin you upside down again. You're turned around, fave directly in front of Jongho’s pelvis. You cant believe whats in front of you right now. It's like a twist of tentacles, twirling around each other to form a phallus. 

San’s tongue, longer than life, sweeps at your folds. “Oh, I think she's excited for this.”

Jongho unceremoniously pushes into your mouth, so deep the tip of him brushes the back of your throat. You gag immediately and he pulls back. “Oh fuck.”

San hums in appreciation as his tongue wiggles deep inside of your cunt, deliberately fucking you. You cry out when the tip of his tongue finds your g-spot.

“I've changed my mind,” Jongho announces abruptly.

“Jongho, come on!” San whines.

The tentacles move you until you're horizontal, now facing San's pelvis. “I need to fuck her cunt.”

“I guess I get your mouth instead, Pretty,” San shrugs.

The two monsters spit roast you. You can feel Jongho's cock twirling and swirling inside of you. You moan around San's cockhead that was spade-shaped. He seems content fucking your lips.

“Such a good girl,” Jongho moans as he fucks you from behind, his other tentacles still playing with your breasts and clit. “You're taking us so well.”

“Much better than us eating you, right?” San giggles, making your heart spike with fear at the mention. 

“You think she's turned on more because her childhood monsters from the closet are fucking her?” San can't help but wonder out loud.

“Oh yeah.” You can hear the smirk in Jongho’s voice. The wet noise of your cunt is evidence enough.

San pushes past your lips and begins to fuck your mouth. He obscenely presses his cockhead against the inside of your cheek, moaning at the sensation.

San works the exact opposite of Jongho, who seems to not get enough of your cunt. Jongho’s human nails bluntly dig into your hip bones. “I'm gonna explode soon, fuck,” Jongho curses.

“Already?” San cackles. “If her cunt is that good, I have to give it a try.”

You feel Jongho unfurling inside of you and you begin to struggle again. The tentacled cock is practically widening your pussy as much as it can in preparation for Jongho’s climax. Then you feel Jongho’s true cock pressing against your cervix.

You make noises of worry around San's cock. The back of San's taloned finger runs along your cheek. “Jongho’s gonna fill you up, pretty. I bet you're going to look so good leaking monster cum.”

Jongho lets out a deep cry and you can feel as said monster cum pushes into you. Even after Jongho shallowly thrusts into you, enjoying his climax, and pulls out, you can feel that his cum is dripping out of you--no, not dripping, spurting like there’s not nearly enough room inside of you for it all. In fact, there’s so much that you feel it hotly hitting your backside. 

“Damn, you really did make a mess of her, didn’t you?” San teases his partner in crime.

You don’t know what’s exchanged between the two of them nonverbally, but the tentacles once again turn you upside down, even now as San’s still fucking the inside of your cheek. 

“Clean her up then,” Jongho roughly suggests.

“Well, seeing as how you didn’t satisfy her needs,” San giggles. 

Soon, San’s dick and tongue are fucking you in tandem. His cock is truly slipping against your tongue. Upside down, your drool falls up your face. You close your eyes but that only makes you focus on the feeling of San’s rough tongue inside of you even more. With how deep San’s tongue is inside of you, you feel the threat of his razor sharp teeth graze your ass and pelvis. 

The monsters were right, however. Your fear only seems to spur on your lust. In no time at all, both you and San are coming. Yours is an explosion of color behind your eyelids, your scream muffled from San’s cock that’s buried deep down your throat, cutting it off abruptly. 

The three of you collapse onto the floor of your childhood room. Your face is covered in San’s cum, so he is diligently licking that off too. You feel icky, covered in monster cum and monster saliva but you are satiated beyond belief.

“That was… a buffet,” San pants, rubbing his stomach like he had eaten a full meal.

“She fed the both of us, that is rare,” Jongho admits.

Once San is done cleaning you, Jongho’s tentacles situate you until he’s satisfied. Your head rests against his thick thigh and your ass is snuggled up to San’s body, where he absentmindedly strokes your sweat-covered body. 

“I’m too full. I won’t be able to try her cunt now,” San says forlornly.

“I’m here for a week,” You manage to utter.

Jongho’s thigh tenses under you, prompting for you to open your eyes. San’s nightmare-inducing grin splits his face eerily. “A whole entire week?”

You close your eyes and nod. “If someone could put me back into bed, that would be great.”

You don’t have the energy to appreciate how gently you’re tucked back into bed, nor anything left to fear for your life. Nor the brain cells to process that you’re about to get fucked like this every night until your parents come back. 

You’re passed out by the time San and Jongho leave, so you don’t get to see them opening your closet. Behind it is no longer the random items your parents stored there, but a factory-like setting. 

“We’re going to get paid such a big bonus,” San grins at Jongho, looking at the bottle filled with both your lust and fear. 

Jongho’s gaze lingers on your sleeping form in bed. “I think fucking her is a much better prize.”

💀Warnings: ⚠DEAD DOVE!!! ⚠ as in you've been warned, please go through the warnings and make yourself aware of what you're getting into= {reader is coerced into sexual acts with yunho}, death threats, descriptions of deaths with a knife, descriptions of fear and terror

🍬Kinks: hybristophilia (sexual interest in and attraction to those who commit crimes), fear kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dubcon/noncon, masturbation, bath sex, glove kink, knife play {handle of knife is used as dildo, no cutting with the blade occurs}, smidgeon of ddlg mentality, comparisons of sex and stabbing, cum eating

Yunho was the best employee your company had. He always dressed well enough to appear one with the crowd but not too well as to appear ostentatious. He bought coffees for his cubicle mates all the time. He let you jump the line for the photocopier. He always had a good morning ready even on a Monday. 

But no one realized that his bright smile was his mask.

The company paid for a getaway for the employees. They rented out the entire hotel and grounds, throwing a blow out, a paid vacation, for the stress of the year. It was a great way to release stress and you appreciated the sentiment. 

No one appreciated it more than Jeong Yunho, however.

The night before you were all due back to work, everyone had a good night of food and drinking. Your fellow coworkers hooted and shot back alcohol, enjoying themselves at the company’s expense. Yunho was at the centre of it all, singing drinking songs and pouring drinks. You stayed at the end of one table, quiet and drinking water. 

When it was socially acceptable to leave, and the night was winding down, you left the party to go back to your room. You were looking forward to settling into some pjs after a long shower and sleeping.

Easing off your shoes as you entered your hotel room, you had no idea what was occurring as you wound down. The rest of your coworkers were being hauled to their rooms, or arm in arm, continuing their drunken drinking songs. That’s when Yunho striked. 

With a knife in hand, he killed some silently as you disrobed in the bathroom. When you started up the hot water, one coworker noticed the beginnings of a trail of bodies and shouted. You were humming to yourself as you slipped into the hot stream of water as Yunho knifed down even more victims. You were so immersed in wetting your hair that you never heard the desperate pounding on your door, one of your cubicle mates searching for a safe haven. 

You applied your shampoo, as Yunho finished up his killing spree. You washed out the soap from your hair as the door to your hotel room opened with Yunho’s fabricated masterkey. You applied conditioner as he followed the sound of the running water to your bathroom. With your eyes closed you washed out the conditioner and never heard your bathroom door open. 

With your eyes closed, Yunho lifted his knife to stab into the shower curtain and ripped it free of the rings that held it to the bar above you. That was when you yelped, the sounds and change of lighting indicating that something was different. The blood-curling scream that followed as you took in the disturber of your shower would have made any final girl proud.

Yunho, in his suit, covered in blood, holding a butcher knife in his gloved hands, eyes cold and calculating as they took in your wet form.

“Why didn’t you drink tonight?” he asked emotionlessly.

“Wh-what?” You stutter. You cower in a corner of the tub-shower. 

“Everyone else was nice and drunk. It was easy to kill everyone. You’re the only hiccup in my plan.” A small twist of displeasure of his lips is the only emotion Yunho shows. 

“I don’t like being out of control of my body,” You whimper. 

Yunho cocks his head curiously. His eyes sweep over your form again and this time it makes you shiver. It's much akin to a predator sizing up their prey. “Stand up,” he commands.

“I…” You’re practically frozen in place, for fear of being Yunho’s final victim.

“Do you want to be a part of the victims or survivors list?” Yunho says coldly.

You stand up, slowly, hands fluttering, unsure of what to prioritize to cover. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Resume your shower.”

Your brain stutters once again, unable to comprehend the blunt commands. “You’re not going to kill me while I shower, are you?”

“If you ask me one more question, I just might.”

You can see the way there is no sympathy or empathy reflected back in Yunho’s eyes that he means business. Shakily, you reach for your loofah, if only to drop your body wash with the way you’re trembling. You bend to pick it up and you curse the fear coursing through you. 

What if this was your only chance in surviving this? All you had to do was follow Yunho’s commands and perhaps you’d make your way through this. Alive. 

You soap up the loofah, and after putting the container back down on the lip of the shower tub, you start to run the loofah over your body. Up and down your arms, scrubbing your armpits, and then you move to your chest. You move around your breasts and your back, waiting for Yunho to say something but he is as silent as an ever-judging statute. 

It’s only when you soap up your legs, that Yunho speaks up. “Use the loofah to get off.”

You drop the loofah, his deep voice piercing the silence. Quickly, you snatch it back up and clutch it to you. “You want me to masturbate with the loofah?”

One of Yunho’s eyebrows arches in question. His gloves creak as his fist tightens around the handle of the blade and with a quiet ‘eep’, you get to his orders.

Your mind oddly blanks. You keep repeating to yourself over and over that if you just follow Yunho’s orders, you’ll be fine. The rest of your brain turns off. You simply use the rough material of the loofah and run it back and forth between your folds. 

Unbeknownst to Yunho, he’s unlocked the submissive side of you. Or more importantly, the little side of you that just wanted someone to tell her what to do so she didn’t make a mistake. Knowing that as long as you rubbed the textured material across your slick pussy lips and made yourself come like a good girl, had you coming loose at the seams.

Your mouth opens into a small ‘o’ as your orgasm zooms through you. You pant and come down from your high, slowly your perspective on your world expanding from the simple command to the true situation you were in.

You had just masturbated for the pleasure of a serial killer. A little thrill travels through your spine.

You raise your eyes demurely, unsure where that leaves you now on Yunho’s scales.

Yunho is still wearing his emotionless mask but his eyes are dark, and they are burning with lust. “Very good,” he says. 

Your lower lip begins to tremble. “Now what?”

“Now? Now…” Yunho begins to tap the flat of the against his opposite gloved hand. “Now I fuck you.”

Your sharp intake of breath makes Yunho’s nostrils flare. 

You rid yourself of all the soap on your body and then turn off the hot water. The heat of your skin waifs in the air as plumes of steam. You go through the motions of drying yourself off, no longer worried about Yunho seeing every inch of your bare skin. Only…

“On your back for me, like a good girl,” Yunho almost coos. 

Fire burns in your stomach. You know you’re turned on, you can’t help it. Fear gives you goosebumps as you lie on your back for the serial killer, opening your legs, and exposing your most tender bits. Maybe this isn’t the best plan. But still, your body follows Yunho’s orders.

You look down your body and whimper as you feel the tip of Yunho’s gloved fingers prod your entrance. He silently slathers them with your wetness and then retreats. Your heart drops out of your ass when you see that he’s coating your cum along the handle of his knife.

Yunho notes your curiosity. “I can’t leave any DNA at the scene of the crime, no matter the urge.”

You nod like that’s completely reasonable. Licking your lips, you’re not sure if you’re more fearful that a blade is going to come that close to your pussy or you’re excited for the thrill of it all. 

You hold your breath as the blade handle slips inside of you. The warmth of Yunho’s leather gloves presses up against your outer pussy lips, indicating that you’re literally full hilt. 

“I won’t deny, my morbid sense of curiosity is wondering if it would be as satisfying pushing this knife in blade first into that warm, wet pussy of yours. It would be almost the same resolution, would it not? More wetness, just as easy to move in and out?”

“Puh-please. I’ve done everything you ask me. Fuck me with the handle. I-i-i like it.”

What the fuck did you just say?!

“You are a wonder,” Yunho mutters as he begins to move the handle of the knife in and out of your sopping wet pussy. “It seems we both lost our masks today.”

Your hips cock upwards, enjoying the feeling of the handle fucking your slowly. Yunho shifts over you, eyes solidly on where your outer pussy lips are coated with your wetness. “What else are your depraved thoughts?”

You almost miss the whisper because even though Yunho is not fucking the lights out of you, you find that you keep slipping into your head space of being a good girl for your daddy. But you know if you don’t keep Yunho completely enamored with this process, it's quite possible he will be fucking you with the sharp edge first.

“The blood splatter over your suit and face,” You whisper back, almost scared of giving voice to your own words. 

Yunho hums in acknowledgement. “The blood also makes me feel alive.”

“This is so fucked up,” You whimper. 

Yunho increases his pace, leaning a smidgeon closer. Now his dark eyes are drinking up all your microexpressions as the handle of the blade that had taken many lives this night fucks your pussy.

“Isn’t that why you’re so wet?”

You see a tiny flash of pink as the serial killer wets his lips. 

“Yes.”

“Are you going to cum around the handle of my knife?” Yunho prompts.

You clench around said weapon. He was actually going to make you cum like this. This was absolutely insane.

“Please,” You whine.

Yunho is breathing heavily, a strand of hair falling into his face. He’s almost as disheveled as you are at this moment. You’re both being unravelled at the realization that Yunho needs to fuck something after he kills and you need the jagged parts of him to actually feel alive.

You cry out, arching your back, as your climax steals your breath from you. You moan wantonly as pleasure laps at your nerves. You close your eyes but you can hear and feel Yunho pull the knife from your cunt. Your eyes fly open. If his blade wasn’t fucking you…

Yunho chuckles. You watch as his tongue licks your cum from the handle of the knife. “Don’t worry,” he says between licks. “You’re too interesting to kill now.”

Your heart is still beating out of your chest as Yunho gets to his feet and you watch his broad back as he leaves the hotel bathroom without another word.

Yunho leaves your hotel room and moves back into the hallway where his previous carnage surrounds him. Yunho breathes in deeply, completely satisfied.

 "I just...couldn't help myself,” Yunho mutters to himself, shaking his head. 

Then he casts his head back, and laughs a deep belly laugh that bounces off the blood-splattered walls. 

They’d have a description of him out amongst the public before too long, everyone on the lookout for the office serial killer. But they wouldn’t find him. Just like they hadn't found him the last time he had done this. And the time before that. 

The difference this time being that he had indulged another side of himself. 

He wasn’t sure if it was going to haunt him or you more.

15:18 // THE GYM, ATEEZ TRAINING FACILITIES, LOCATION UNKNOWN

“Shit!”

Falling to the floor of the ring, you spat out a little blood before staggering to a stand, taking on a more defensive position. Your opponent was bigger, stronger, and had been training for longer; this was in no way a fair fight. But the fixer didn’t care about fair fights, because in the field, there would be no fair fights. As you stood at attention this morning, in line with the other new recruits, he had made this exponentially clear to you all.

“This isn’t some fuckin’ movie, yeah? We’re not gonna be going against fairy princesses who don’t wanna break a nail, or stormtroopers who’re gonna miss every shot. When you are a member of this organisation, a target is placed on your back - you could be attacked at any minute by anyone.”

Stopping his pacing, the fixer leant down to look you in the eye, one of three women who had passed his rigorous testing so far. The other 50 or so recruits were men, and boy did they make it known to you.

“Because the underworld isn’t all pretty and pink, so don’t buy into that romanticised bullshit they try to sell you in the media. This is hard, dirty work that will ruin you - mind, body, and soul.”

Your face remained neutral, as did the majority of the recruits lined up with you. A few of them had shit-eating grins on their faces, eager to see the other two women singled out too. But the fixer merely looked you up and down before continuing to pace the line.

“When I pair you up for these matches, don’t come crying to me if you lose. Even if it’s an unfair fight, it’s fair on the basis that you simply weren’t good enough to win. In the field, succeeding isn’t just winning, it’s keeping your life for another day. Another hour, in some cases. Keep your guard up, keep your cool, and never fight fair.”

Wiping sweat from your face, you clenched your fists once again, facing your opponent. While he had winded you with his previous attack, the exertion left him slower than before. This was your chance to put yourself ahead. 

Before he could recover, you ran at your opponent and uppercutted him square in the jaw, delighting in the crack and grunt in response. He swayed for a second, almost seeming like he would fall, before steadying himself and delivering a sharp kick to your ribs. 

You gasped for air as you doubled over in pain, only for him to clasp his hands together and deliver a decisive hit to the back of your head. It flattened you to the ring floor, and suddenly the shouts and cheers of your fellow recruits seemed muffled. The referee came into the ring, and you glanced up at him with a hazy look before trying to struggle to your feet. You knew he was about to count you out, and you couldn’t let that happen.

“One! Two! Th-!”

“NO!”

Shouting out in pain, you ignored the pounding of your head and got on your hands and knees, panting as the room began to spin. You knew this couldn’t go on for long, but you couldn’t back out now, not when you had been so close. Just as you were about to stand and continue the fight, a hand was on your shoulder.

“Just accept it kid, you’re out. You can’t continue like this.”

The minute those words left the referee’s mouth, you collapsed to the floor, falling unconscious. You had been well and truly beaten, and there was no way of knowing your future now.

23:36 // THE MED BAY, ATEEZ TRAINING FACILITIES, LOCATION UNKNOWN 

Gasping awake, you sat up in the bed you had been left in, immediately gasping out in pain. Your head and ribs had been thoroughly bandaged, and an IV pumped fluids into your arm. Letting yourself fall backwards, the memories came flooding back, hitting you like a freight train. 

The fight, the uppercut, the blood, the shouts, the ref, the darkness.

Swinging your legs over the bed, you slowly pushed to a stand. It seemed that the doctor in charge had left for a smoke break, as he tended to do on fight nights. With one hand, you used the pole of your IV as a makeshift crutch, pushing the curtains away from your bay.

Holding your head gingerly, you glanced at the other beds, eyes examining your fellow patients. The med bay was quiet at this time of night. An array of ailments met your inquisitive gaze: broken arms, concussions, perhaps a cracked skull here and there. Nothing was too out of the ordinary until you came to the last patient; your opponent. His jaw had been wired shut, and he seemed to be completely unconscious. While you had done a number on him, it was confusing to see him in the med bay. Had you really uppercutted him that bad?

“The fixer knocked a good portion of that guy’s teeth out for what he did to you. Ended up finishing what you intended to do to his jaw as well.”

Your head whipped around, relaxing as you encountered a familiar face. Minho gave you a smile, patting you on the back and smirking when you winced. He nodded to the IV that you were dragging around with a proud grin.

“And don’t worry, I gave my favourite patient the good shit.”

“Thanks, Doc.”

He hummed in response, taking up a clipboard and doing his rounds. You watched quietly as he did so, until he eventually came to your opponent. As Minho tended to his wounds, your expression became confused.

“But Doc, why would the fixer do that? I haven’t seen him do that kinda thing before.”

Shrugging, Minho pumped the guy with a dose of morphine before turning to you, gesturing for you to sit at his table. You obliged, smiling excitedly when he brought out a tin of cookies. Your frequent trips to his med bay had left Minho familiar enough with you to share his secret stash of snacks. You eagerly took one when he offered the tin to you, with Minho taking one for himself before closing it and locking it back in his desk.

“I don’t know the ins and outs ‘cause I wasn’t there, but apparently he clocked him in the mouth as soon as you passed out. Then he went on some spiel about how fighting dirty doesn’t mean endangering lives in a training environment. While it’s not often shit like that happens, I’ve never seen him react instantaneously about it.”

Gritting your jaw, you nodded in response, running your tongue along your gums to check for any loose teeth. Finding none, you sighed and hung your head in shame.

“He probably did it cause I’m not a guy, right?”

Sighing, Minho took a bite of his cookie, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know, Y/N. All I can tell you is that these incidents are super dangerous, and you could’ve been really hurt. Regardless of gender, there should be punishment for intentionally attacking in a… life-threatening way. Maybe just don’t read into it too much, yeah?”

You fixed Minho with a glare, standing up defiantly, still holding onto the IV. Knowing you weren’t one to keep still, Minho didn’t chastise you for moving about so much.

“Don’t play dumb, Minho. I’m sure you’ve heard what those bastards say about me and the other two. They’re convinced we’re just getting basic training to become honeypots. Or worse.”

“Who gives a fuck what they say! They’re just idiots who don’t know how great you are.”

Scoffing, you trailed back to your bed and began collecting your belongings. Right now, you were convinced you’d be sent packing anyways, especially if the ultimatum was between prostitution or expulsion. 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if they were right after today. I embarrassed myself in front of the fixer. I’ll be lucky if he doesn’t straight drop me.”

Without turning around, you held your arm out for Minho to remove the IV. Footsteps were heard from behind, and soon enough a hand was on your arm. But you knew how Minho’s hands felt; soft and nimble from his work, and that wasn’t his. You turned around, only to be met with the fixer’s calloused hand on your arm, his expression neutral as he looked you over.

“You’re looking better.”

You looked behind the fixer to see Minho scurrying out with his pack of cigs, clearly wanting to stay out the way. While you wanted to curse out the spineless bastard, you understood his apprehension.

The fixer was extremely intimidating.

“Cat got your tongue, kid?”

Snapping out of it, you glared at the fixer before responding, trying to pull your arm away in the process.

“I’m not a kid, so-”

His grip tightened, and you stopped struggling as he pulled you closer.

“Then stop acting like one. If you really wanna storm off in a huff, at least let me remove your IV.”

Licking your lips nervously, you relaxed your arm as much as possible, watching as the fixer removed your IV with a surprisingly gentle touch. He gave you a half-smile, taking a small bandage and applying it to the tiny wound beginning to drip.

“There, much better. Now, can we talk in the training gym? I already put out a notice that it’s closed for the night, so there won’t be any unnecessary interruptions.”

When you gave the fixer a skeptical look, he let go of your arm with a smile. There was a surprising warmth to it that made trust begin to bloom within you.

“Feel free to tell Minho where we’re heading, if you’re nervous. But rest assured, I do not intend to cause you any harm.”

“I trust you.”

The fixer’s smile widened at this, and he gestured to the door. Figuring you’d probably be back to tell Minho anything that happens, you left your belongings with him, only pulling on a zip hoodie to cover your bandaged chest. When Minho peeked his head in, watching as you walked out, he mouthed you a ‘good luck’ with a cheeky thumbs up.

Hell, you probably needed all the luck you could get right now.

23:58 // THE GYM, ATEEZ TRAINING FACILITIES, LOCATION UNKNOWN

“So, I just wanted to talk about your fight today.”

You were sat in a chair that he’d insisted you rested in whilst he sat on the edge of the ring, now nursing your bruised ribs. It didn’t feel like they were cracked, so that was something.

“Yeah? What about it?”

He raised an eyebrow at your confrontational tone, but did not remark on it. Instead he sighed and cleared a few stray hairs from his line of sight.

“I wanted to apologise, kid.”

Gritting your jaw, you tried to keep your cool.

“There’s nothing to apologise about. You said it yourself; I simply wasn’t good enough to win.”

“Kid, look-“

Before you knew it, your hand slammed on the nearby table, shouting with pure vitriol.

“Stop fucking calling me that!”

The fixer fell silent, watching you with mild interest as you stood up, slowly approaching him. Your hand was still on your ribs, wincing with the residual pain as Minho’s meds began to fade.

“Everyone wants to act like I’m a fucking kid around here! Look, I may be smaller than a lot of you fucking guys, but that doesn’t make me a fucking child! You don’t get to infantilise me for being weaker, okay?! Because I can for damn sure put up a fight against you bastards!”

Chest heaving, you came face to face with the fixer, the flames within you only stoked by his impassive expression. Grabbing him by the collar, you leaned in with fire in your eyes.

“I’m not a kid, and I refuse to let you cunts keep treating me like one. Got it?”

His hand was on your wrist, easily pulling you off of him. Standing up, he leant closer until your faces were inches apart, and it then became very clear to you that the fixer was a man to fear. Yet, he let go of your wrist, and held out his own hand.

“Mingi.”

“…what?”

He gave you another smile, and it made the tension seep from your muscles.

“It’s nice to meet the real you, Y/N. So here’s the real me: I’m Song Mingi, also known as the fixer.”

You paused, sure he was pulling your leg before he faltered for a second, scratching his neck. You couldn’t help but chuckle at the awkward action, and took his hand with a smile.

“Nice to meet the real you too, Mingi.”

He nodded, and shook your hand firmly with a sheepish expression. It was certainly weird to see the fix- no, Mingi acting in this way, awkward and human rather than an infallible trainer, but it was nice to see. Nice to meet.

“And for the record, I didn’t doubt you for a second. You are by far the strongest woman- no, person I’ve ever met. It’s not fun being the underdog, I learned that early on too.”

You gave him a wide smile, stepping back to give him some space.

“I appreciate that, and right back at you.”

“I’m gonna make something out of you Y/N, something that no one expects of you. Because there’s a fire in you that shouldn’t be underestimated, that’s for damn sure.”

You had never felt more validated, and your heart soared with joy at the prospect. Behind your heart, a fire had started to kindle, and it only burned brighter when you looked at Mingi. 

This was truly the start of something special. 

21:21PM // THE MED BAY, ATEEZ TRAINING FACILITIES, LOCATION UNKNOWN

It didn’t take long for you to work up the ranks with Mingi’s support. Rumours inevitably spread about just how you’d become his protégé, but you paid them no mind. You weren’t the first he’d taken under his wing, nor would you be the last. Soon enough, you were a fairly high-ranking member of ATEEZ, though of course nowhere near Mingi’s position. He had respected your boundaries and made sure you weren’t put forward for honeypot training, which you were grateful for. The other two girls hadn’t been so lucky, but it was an inevitable truth to an underworld run by men.

With each passing day, the two of you became closer. You tried to ignore the way he made you feel, how much you enjoyed spending time with him. Whether it was mundane stock checks or high-risk missions, it was all fairly enjoyable with Mingi. He went out of his way to pair himself with you, and it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to  sit and talk in the gym way past its opening hours. 

Most of the recruits had graduated from the training facilities and moved on to other sectors, and yet you were still here. You couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge this nor question why, and Mingi acted as if he was none the wiser. The two of you continued to work together like a well-oiled machine, and always made sure to check in with each other when separated.

Currently, you had just stumbled into the med bay after a pretty rough day. You and two other members had encountered a rival gang, and it had gotten bloody. Not for you, of course, but you regardless went to Minho for a check up. One of the bastards had grabbed you and tried to rip your shirt, so you were fairly sure you had a few surface wounds there. Infections were not pretty, so it never hurt to be cautious.

Rolling his eyes, Minho gave you a once over before gesturing to his exam table. You sat down slowly on it, groaning from your bruised body. At least no one else was there to witness your suffering.

“Look, you’re cool n’ all Y/N, but can you stay the fuck out of my workspace for a day? This is getting toxic.”

You resisted the urge to swat him, removing your tattered shirt with a grunt and smirking at him.

“What, you don’t miss this pretty face? You should just reserve a bay for me, Minho; it’d make your life easier.”

Tutting, Minho put his glasses on and inspected your wounds, shaking his head before pulling out some antiseptic and cotton swabs.

“I’d much more appreciate you making my life easier by taking better care of yourself.”

“Now why would I do that? You’d have no one to- fuck- share your cookies with.”

Minho gave you a side eye as he dabbed at the cuts, muttering ‘baby’ under his breath, still concentrating on tending to you. 

“Well, at least these are superficial wounds. I’ll smack a few plasters on them and you can be on your way.”

Nodding, you watched quietly as Minho applied bandages to the wounds, giving you another once over before nodding back at you. As he tidied his supplies away, you shrugged your shirt back on with a sigh of relief.

“All done. Now, please kindly leave me the fuck-”

“Y/N!”

You quickly looked to the door, watching as Mingi stumbled into the med bay, red in the face and panting. Minho was quick to stand, approaching Mingi slowly.

“Is everything okay, Sir? Let me just fini-”

Completely ignoring Minho, Mingi pushed past him and ran up to you, holding you by the shoulders. His eyes were quick to scour your body, checking you for injuries. 

“Shit, you really are hurt. Is it painful?”

“Uh…yeah?”

You were completely confused, and Minho simply slumped over with a groan.

“Yeah, nevermind. I’m going for a cig.”

When the door swung shut behind Minho, you pushed Mingi back, only further confused by his hurt expression.

“Mingi, what the fuck is going on?”

Stumbling over his words, Mingi bit his lip before speaking.

“I heard from Hwang that you got attacked by a rival gang. He said that some bastard had tried to rip your clothes off, and hurt you in the process, so you’d come to the med bay!”

Mingi then came closer, holding your hand as his eyes went to the small patches on your chest. He was still catching his breath, and sputtered between words.

“I mean, fuck, I ran over here as soon as I heard! I was so worried, Y/N!” 

“Yeah, I can see that… but like, why? This is my job, Mingi. It’s kinda in the contract, you know what I mean?”

He stuttered for a second, turning more red with embarrassment as he scrambled to find an excuse. Landing on nothing, he simply stared at you like a deer in headlights.

“Uh.. I- well, you see… I was just-”

“You like me.”

Mingi’s jaw dropped, and his babbling slowly fizzled out. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, and suddenly became hyperaware of the fact he was still holding your hand. Dropping it, he coughed before scratching the back of his head.

“Um… no? No, I don’t.”

Standing up with a grunt, you turned on Mingi, quickly trapping him against the wall. Your arms were crossed, and at his height Mingi could easily escape, but he made no effort to do so. He simply stared meekly down at you, his expression miles away from the suave intimidating act he usually put on when interacting with other members of ATEEZ.

“You don’t sound so sure.”

Gaping like a gormless goldfish, Mingi still fumbled over his words, watching as you put a hand on his chest, slightly flinching at the contact.

“And your heart is beating crazy fast.”

When you looked up at him with a shit-eating grin, Mingi leant in before he lost his nerve. The weight of everything crashed down on the two of you as his lips met yours, and the fire engulfed your heart. It was messy at first, almost as if Mingi didn’t know quite what to do with himself, but he soon settled into a rhythm as you eagerly reciprocated. 

His arms were quick to wrap around you, turning you so that your back was against the wall. In his eagerness, Mingi wasn’t gentle, and you gasped into the embrace. Before he could pull away, you put a hand behind his head and pushed him closer, voraciously kissing him. He simply mumbled a ‘sorry’ against your lips while his hands roamed your sides, grabbing and squeezing what he’d been admiring for months. 

When your head began to swim, you finally pulled away, gulping down air like you had just resurfaced. Mingi wasn’t keen on pulling away, instead pressing insistent kisses to your neck and nape, sucking on the skin but not bruising it.

“Fuck, Min.”

Mingi’s hands roamed your body, mapping out every curve and contour with a reverence bordering on religious fervor. He cupped your breasts, thumbs teasing over the nipples until they pebbled beneath his touch.

“Yeah? Feels good baby?”

Nodding insistently, you pushed away for a second, chuckling at his instantaneous pout before you removed your top. In response, Mingi gulped, eyes lighting up like a kid in a candy store. His eyes fell to the bandages on your chest, tracing them with his eyes as you stood there expectantly, unsure of his next move.

With an unexpected impatience, he pulled at your bra until you breasts slipped from the cups, quick to fondle one whilst suckling on the other. Your back arched into his touch, fingers curling into his hair, pushing him that impossible inch closer. 

He lewdly licked and sucked at your skin, rotating between each breast until you had to pull him away again, holding him tenderly by the chin. He gave you the most pathetic puppy dog eyes known to mankind, and your pussy throbbed in delight at the sight.

One of the highest ranking men in ATEEZ looked like he’d cry if you didn’t let him touch you any longer.

“We haven’t got long until Minho’s back.”

Understanding, Mingi was quick to focus on the task at hand, straightening up as his hands fell to your hips. Eager with anticipation, you let him guide you to the nearby exam table, bracing yourself on it with a lick of your lips. The male made light work of your pants, unbuttoning them and exposing the smooth expanse of your thighs with bated breath. Satisfied with what he saw, he leant in closer, breath warm against your pussy as he looped a finger into your panties.

“Fuck Y/N, you look so good.”

Unable to control himself, Mingi lewdly sniffed the seat of your panties, parting his lips and allowing your damp fabric to rub against his eager mouth. His voice was thick with desire as he murmured against the panties, sending tremors through your body.

“You taste good too, baby girl.”

If you had been in any other state of mind, you probably would’ve found the man’s words patronising. But, quite frankly, there wasn’t much going on up there when Mingi began to suck gently on the fabric, his tongue darting out to lap at your juices. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the hem of your panties, his hot breath wafting against your most intimate area. Then, with a desperate moan that vibrated deliciously against your clit, he pulled away, fumbling hurriedly with his belt.

“When we’ve got more time, you’re gonna sit on my face.”

You simply nodded, almost delirious with desire at this point. Never had a man acted so desperate, so perverse with you - and you were enjoying every last fucking minute of it. Soon enough, the finger that was still looped in your panties was dragging them down your thighs, a hungry groan leaving Mingi’s mouth when he saw the string of arousal still connecting them to you.

Eager fingers swiped the arousal, collecting your juices on their tips before two were slowly pushed into your gummy walls. Your nails dug into the plush material of the examination table, and your arms shook from such an intrusion. Mingi’s fingers felt like they were splitting you open, almost as thick as some measly cocks you had taken before. 

“Mingi! S-so big!”

When he slowly scissored your tight cunt, his other hand preoccupied with groping your cheek and exposing your holes more for him, you swore you’d cum on the spot. But all too soon, his fingers were out, cleaned with a languid swipe of his tongue before finding their place on your hips. His thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your burning skin, and he groaned as he rubbed his cock up and down your slit.

“You gonna take this dick baby girl? Gonna take me like a good fucking girl?”

You nodded even more violently than before, scratching marks into Minho’s table as his tip prodded your pulsating entrance. Any minute now, this man was gonna rock your shit so intensely that you’d probably be wheeled out the med bay. But fuck, you were so ready for it. 

Only a bite of the lip stifled the scream that threatened to rip loose when Mingi finally pushed in, the stretch almost unbearable. You swore you almost saw stars, dizzy with pleasure as Mingi murmured sweet nothings to you. 

Nothing really made sense to you right now, his words danced and spun in your mind too quickly to make sense, but it only stoked the fire inside you. When his hips finally met the smooth curve of your ass, his nails dug into your sides with an impatient hiss.

“I’ll be quick, I promise.”

You weren’t exactly elated for a quickie with Mingi, but something was better than nothing. In fact, you weren’t sure how long you’d last when he finally started moving. His strokes were slow but powerful, his cock kissing your sweet spot with every lazy thrust. When you finally began to push back impatiently against him, Mingi picked up the pace.

He practically jackhammered into you, anchoring himself with your hips as he cursed quietly to himself. The examination table shook underneath you, and still managed to jump with each thrust despite being pressed up against the wall. It took everything within you not to scream with pleasure, so unused to such sheer power. Mingi wasn’t holding back at all, and his thrusts were almost inhumane. 

“Fuck, Min! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh shit! Oh my-!”

He clamped a hand around your mouth before any more profanities could flow, slowing slightly so he could lean over and kiss your upper back tenderly before murmuring in your ear. His usually soft voice (which he only reserved for when talking to you) was ragged with desire, tone deep enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Be a good girl and keep quiet for me, yeah?”

Thighs practically quaking, you gave him an obedient nod, biting back a whimper when he sucked a dark hickey onto your neck. You could tell he was close as he leant back, fingers now entangled in your hair as his thrusts grew sloppy. 

“Oh shit, Y/N.. oh my fucking god-”

Eager to get you to your high, his hand left your mouth and snuck between your thighs, rubbing rapid circles on your clit. Before you could even begin to process anything, you were cumming hard on his dick, eyes watery as the wave crashed over you.

It only took a few more thrusts and Mingi was spilling into you, leant over on top and panting breathlessly. He took a few deep breaths before pulling out, gulping as cum dripped out of your spent pussy. Unable to stay upright, you let yourself fall onto the table, hissing quietly as the cool air hit your pussy. 

“Holy fuck, that was intense.”

Mingi chuckled quietly before tugging up his pants and helping you with yours, pulling your clothes back into place. All that was left was your discarded t-shirt. Finally stabilising a little, you sat up on the table, whining at the feeling. But, you had a sated smile on your face, which Mingi returned before turning around to scoop up your top from the floor. 

Just as his fingertips touched the material, the doors to the med bay swung open. Minho shrugged off his coat, cigarettes in hand before turning around to put them back in his desk drawer. He paused for a second once his eyes landed on the two of you, gaze flitting from you to Mingi quickly before realisation dawned. He winced, took another cigarette and lit it before pushing at the door again, calling out behind him.

“Sterilise that table and get the fuck out of my med bay.”

Mingi stared sheepishly at you as the doors slammed, and you sighed with a roll of your eyes before sliding off the table, hiding the smile that threatened to break loose. Pacing to your side, Mingi handed you your shirt, trying to hide his pride as you leant on him for support. Scuff marks adorned the wall from the table crashing against it, and long scratches were now permanent features of the shiny plush cushioning of it. 

Minho would definitely be unhappy with all this destruction, but you sure as hell didn’t mind giving up your cookie privileges after this. A small price to pay for a slice of heaven.

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22:56  //  THE CORK AND SCREW, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

Sitting at the bar, your fingers drummed on the wooden bar top, the varnish long worn away in places, leaving the grain exposed and rough beneath your touch. Like most places of this nature, the surfaces were slightly sticky - whether from spilled liquor or something less identifiable, you didn’t care to know.

Usually you’d be disgusted, unwilling to linger in a place that smelled of stale beer and desperation, but tonight you’d make do. The lighting was mercifully dim, casting long shadows that softened the edges of the cracked leather barstools, the peeling wallpaper. Your dress was fairly flattering but muted, as you intended to disappear rather than stand out, blending into the gloom. 

Flashy would be a mistake here. Flashy got you noticed.

The few patrons scattered throughout the room had the look of people who didn’t want to be seen. Shoulders hunched, eyes down, nursing their drinks as if they might find answers at the bottom of their pints. No one would ask questions here; no one would care who you were. And that was exactly the point.

As the secretary to the current President of the Republic of Korea, you shouldn’t be granting yourself such luxuries. Just being sighted in a place like this could tarnish your reputation, but you were at your wits end. The job was demanding as usual, your husband had become apathetic towards you, and the home felt empty with your kids locked in their rooms for half the day. It felt like your life had come to its eventual close, the conclusions drawn as you’re thrusted into irrelevance by all that you hold dear. You were long past your prime, so of course you could blend in easily.

All the people you poured your soul into didn’t give a fuck, so why should anyone else?

As you sighed, nursing your drink with a rub of your temple, you failed to notice the man approaching you. In fact, it was only when he tapped the bar top lightly to alert you of his presence that you saw him, startling slightly. He raised his hands as a sign of peace, a warm smile spreading across his handsome features.

Fuck, he was fucking ethereal.

Tanned skin and rippling muscle was barely contained by a tight black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to accentuate his build. Fitted dress pants and shined shoes completed the look, with a simple cross hanging from his necklace. His skin had this sort of glimmer to it, as did his eyes as he ran a hand through his slicked-back hair.

“May I ask why you’re here all alone, Miss?”

His hands fell, and his expression was one of genuine kindness. In response, you merely scoffed and took a sip of your drink before responding, already over being starstruck.

“You and I know damn well I don’t look like a Miss, boy. I don’t have any money, so if you’re looking for a cougar you’re mistaken.”

A heavenly chuckle left his lips, and you tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered. He didn’t respond poorly to your blunt words, and instead slid himself onto the bar stool next to you, resting his head on his hand. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, which didn’t go unnoticed by the man. His lip twitched with the hint of a smirk, but he maintained his suave demeanour regardless.

“I’m sorry, I did not intend to offend you. I was just hoping that such a beautiful lady wasn’t waiting for a date in a shitty bar like this or something.”

You tried to ignore the heat rising on your face, shielding yourself with yet another sip of your drink and a turn of the head. The mysterious man gestured for the bartender to bring two more, and you caught yourself staring at how attractive his hands were. When the bartender set down the drinks, you finally replied.

“You’re a young, attractive boy. Why don’t you find a girl your age to play with?”

Finally releasing his smirk, the man grabbed your hand, thumb smoothing over the back of it before raising it.

“I don’t like playing around. I like refined, knowledgeable women…”

His lips brushed over your knuckles, looking you dead in the eyes as he mumbled onto your skin.

“Older, to cut to the chase.”

He had eventually managed to get a smile out of you, and you held his hand softly.

“And your plan was to come to a shitty bar to find your refined older woman? I don’t think you’re looking in the right places, boy.”

His hand tightened slightly around yours, and a fire blazed in his eyes. It resembled desire, but was intersecting with more darker emotions that danced in his glance.

“My name’s San. And I’m not a boy, i'm a man. If you’re doubting of that fact, I’ll happily show you.”

You raised an eyebrow at his indignant tone, but leaned in closer, intrigued by the man in front of you.

“Tell me San, did you have a present mother in your life? Was she a good one?”

He reciprocated, leaning in until your lips were inches from touching.

“I don’t have mommy issues, no. What I do have is a fucking hard on.”

He tilted his head in a way that resembled a cat, now so close that his lips brushed yours as he whispered.

“Wanna help me out, Mommy?”

You were passionately kissing him before you could recover your senses. Hands all over him, touching him like you couldn’t get enough. It was the truth, no amount of squeezes could do this man justice. In a haze, San’s arm wrapped around your waist as he nibbled on your lip for permission. You obliged, opening your mouth as his tongue dominated yours easily. His hands had now worked their way into your hair, holding you in place, teeth clashing in such a messy display of desire. He groaned into the kiss as you continued to grope his body, hands nearing a dangerous zone.

Just as you could feel yourself getting risqué, a slam was heard on the bar top. The two of you quickly broke away, only to see a disgruntled bartender clearing your glasses. You quickly wiped San’s spit from your face and reapplied your lipstick, the other taking the opportunity to catch his breath.

“Get a fucking room.”

Face burning with embarrassment, you quickly stood up and put a few notes on the bar top. Upon seeing a fairly generous tip, the bartender seemed satisfied. You quickly downed your final drink before grabbing San by the hand and pulling him out of the establishment. He seemed confused by the whole interaction, quickly coming to his senses and stopping as you pushed through the swing doors and was met with the cool night air. Looking you up and down, he bit his lip, watching you light a cigarette and take a shaky puff.

“Well, that was quick-”

You raised a hand before he could say anymore, still inhaling quick breaths. As your emotions began to stabilise, you turned to him, face businesslike and almost devoid of emotion.

“I’m gonna take you to a nice hotel, and I’m gonna pay for it. You’re gonna fuck me so good I can’t even remember my own name. I’ll then pay for our breakfast, we part ways, and we never speak again. Got it, boy?”

Stepping forward, San snatched the cigarette from your hand and took a long drag before throwing it to the floor and stamping it out. Before you could complain, his hands were on your body, and he was exhaling into your open mouth, mumbling into the embrace.

“You won’t even form a coherent sentence when I’m done with you.”

Pulling away, he blew the last of the cigarette smoke into the air, watching you intently for your reaction. He was almost convinced you’d short-circuited and gone catatonic, until you grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down an alley.

“Woah, what are we-“

“I’m not telling you my name, boy. All you need to know is mommy’s gonna treat you real good now and when we get to the hotel.”

He had no time to argue as you began to messily fumble with his belt buckle, fingers clumsy as the alcohol had begun to take effect. You eventually prised the clasp, impatiently pulling the belt apart and unbuttoning his pants. Your hand dipped inside the flimsy material, fondling his cock through his boxers. 

It only took this for him to already be resting his head on your shoulder, muffling moans into the fabric of your dress. He pressed sloppy kisses to the material, tonguing it and trying to maneuver around it to access your neck. With your free hand, you grabbed him by the hair, pulling him back slightly. 

“Watch yourself.”

He nodded, eyes already teary from pleasure. Anxious to see more, you hiked your dress, giving a quick glance around before dropping to your knees and tugging his dress pants to his thighs. Soon the boxers had joined, and his leaking red cock shamefully bounced up, irritated and erect. Smirking, you ran a finger along a prominent vein.

“My my, what a big surprise you were hiding from me, Sannie.”

As soon as the nickname rolled off your lips, San groaned quietly. Chuckling, you grasped his cock with one hand, nose trailing along the underside of his cock, the contact teasing and light. You relished in the way his body shook, sensitive to your touch. 

He was nothing like your husband. Fuck, you couldn’t even remember what that bastard was like in bed.

“Please, Mommy. I’ll be a good boy, I promise. I’ll be so fuckin’ good for you, just please suck me off.”

Gazing up at him, you took in the breathtaking view of him hunched over, expression strained as he continued to leak precum onto your cheek. Your hand slowly began to pump him, and he had to steady himself on the wall for support.

“Well, how could I say no to such a polite young man?”

He gasped quietly when your lips wrapped around his head, one of San’s hands quickly covering his mouth as the other weaved through your hair. In no way did he push or pull at it, simply resting it there in case he needed something to grip. Hence why you took him in slowly, eager to feel him squirm under your grasp. To make sure he couldn’t escape, you pinned his hips to the wall, inhaling through your nose as it finally came into contact with his pubic bone. San was already gasping and panting through his hand, so you paid him no mind, pulling back mostly and taking him again.

“M-mommy-!”

Pulling off immediately, you glared up at San as he whined, body still shaking. 

“You need to keep quiet boy, or someone’s gonna find us.”

Eyes beginning to water, San nodded helplessly. It made your glare soften, sighing quietly.

“Just be a good boy for Mommy, okay? You were doing so well, Sannie.”

A new resolve overtook his expression when you gave him a comforting smile before placing a tender kiss to his balls. He jumped at the feeling, but kept his hands firmly over his mouth, the back of his head smacking into the brick wall behind him. Then, you were taking him deep once more, his pubic hair tickling your face.

San gazed down in awe, eyes hazy with pleasure as your tongue roughly ran along the underside of his cock. You paid no mind to his fingers tightening in your hair, the man now having a firm grasp on your locks. In all honesty, you hadn’t felt the weight of a cock in your mouth for years, so you were already well and truly cockdrunk. It didn’t help that he was bigger than anything you had ever experienced, nor the fact that San was simply jaw dropping… and pantie-dropping. And leg-opening.

“F-fuck…”

You gulped down his breathy moan greedily, lavishing in the way he shook underneath you. When your nails began to dig into his hips, you felt him resist the urge to thrust forward into your warm mouth, and you smiled at the thought. As you resisted the urge to gag on his cock, it suddenly became extremely apparent that you did have a gag reflex, you simply had not met your match before San. There was no two ways about it; San had ruined you for any other man before he’d even stuffed his cock in your pussy. 

Growing impatient, San pulled slightly on your hair. While you had intended to take control over the young man, that one tug had you mewling around his cock, saliva dripping from your stretched lips. You looked up, teary-eyed and mascara running, to see San smirking down at you with an almost sinister intent. Your body shivered, yet he gave you no time to question his expression, thrusting sharply into your mouth. It was rough, and had you gasping for breath, knocking the wind straight out of you. 

“Shit, you’re such a fucking slut. Is your pussy even tight anymore, or are you too run through?”

He had settled into a fast pace now, his hips colliding with your chin as he forced himself down your throat. You hated it, and hated yourself even more for fucking loving it. Gone was the nice young gentleman who had entranced you - now you were simply at the whims of a monster.

“Still a whore even at your age, how disgusting.”

His breath was ragged, and he hissed when your nails dug into his bare thighs. Spit dripped from your abused mouth, coating his cock in cheap lipstick and drool. Your scalp burned with how hard San was pulling you up and down to meet his thrusts, and you swore your jaw would soon fall clean off if he continued. 

“Shit, you’re gonna take it all. You’re gonna swallow all my cum like a good little cockwhore, yeah? Every single fucking drop.”

Nodding, you braced yourself for it, still struggling to simply breathe with how rough he was being. But then, he faltered, and you knew what was coming. 

Warm cum flooded into your mouth and down your throat, and you tried to swallow it all with difficulty. San eventually gave you some reprieve, tugging you off his cock and watching with twisted pleasure as you sputtered cum down yourself, coating the front of your dress with his seed. Tears streamed, yet your mind was alight with pleasure as San tugged his pants back up with one hand.

“Say cheese, Mrs Y/N.”

Eyes widening with shock, you had no time to react as the flash of his phone lit up your soiled face. A flurry of questions flooded your brain: who was he? How did he know your name? What did he want with you? Why was he doing this? Before you spiralled however, it became suddenly apparent that you were in grave danger. 

Just as you opened your mouth to scream, the tip of a knife prodded the side of your nape. If it broke skin, San would be cutting into a major artery. You knew that, and so did he as he leant in with a gut-wrenching grin, shushing you quietly as you began to cry.

“Ah ah ah, don’t be too loud now. Wouldn’t want anyone finding us like this, right?”

Quaking with fear, you struggled to shake your head, tears steadily flowing as you looked up at your captor, lips pursed to quieten yourself. He pressed a few buttons on his phone before turning the screen towards you, allowing you to see the photo he had taken of you. It was extremely incriminating, and would ruin your reputation if ever seen. Just the sight of it made you cry harder, hugging his legs unashamedly.

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want! Please don’t post that, I-I have kids! You can’t! Please, San!”

Burying your face in his legs, you shook as San shushed you quietly, tucking his phone away and running his now-free hand through your hair. It was surprisingly comforting, and you relaxed into the touch of the man that could ruin your life with the press of a button.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay, Y/N. You’re gonna be a good girl and get in the car, yeah? We’ll get you all cleaned up, and then you can go home to your family.”

Looking up at him, eyes still watering, your voice trembled as you spoke, tone weak and broken as headlights flashed further down the alley.

“What do you want from me?”

Knife still in hand, San cupped you by the cheeks and forced his tongue into your mouth, hungrily licking each and every corner of it. His fingertips dug into the back of your neck, forcefully holding your neck in place. You moaned but didn’t reciprocate as he violated you further, delighting in the way you didn’t fight back. Eventually, he pulled away and held you tenderly by the chin, turning your face to press a kiss to your cum-stained cheek.

“Everything, darling. But don’t worry for now, I’ll be back soon. You’re gonna go back to your husband, and you’re not gonna say a word. Are we clear?”

As he spoke San helped you to your feet, pulling the skirt of your dress down and smoothing it out a little. You leant on him, shaking and light-headed as he guided you to the blacked-out SUV.

“Yes, San.”

Smirking, San gave your ass a squeeze, the action more a reminder of his control over you than demeaning.

“Good girl.”

23:29  //  THE BYUN RESIDENCE, SEOUL, SOUTH KOREA

Sitting at your desk, you sighed as you went over the document that needed to be finalised before midnight. Baekhyun and the kids were already in their retrospective rooms, leaving you to deal with the solitude alone. It had been years since you and your husband had shared a bed anyways, so you wouldn’t be missed. 

Your eyes burned, your fingers were seconds from cramping, and the words swirled across the screen nonsensically. When you were finally done with the document, you emailed it off to those who set such unreasonable deadlines, and turned off your computer. Before you could stand, however, a gloved hand rested on your shoulder. You knew it wasn’t your husband’s even before the leather-clad fingertips turned your chin gently.

“Hey darling, you miss me?”

Your blood ran cold as you recognised the dulce undertones of the intruder, and you resisted the urge to scream as his free hand clamped down on your other shoulder. San’s outfit was less seductive than when you’d first encountered him three months ago, yet the sight of his well-defined muscles through the material of his shirt still made your mind hazy. 

He had lulled you into a false sense of security, the fear of him returning dulling after months of no contact. While you had never fully forgotten the encounter (the feeling of his cock down your throat was too impactful to fade into the abyss) you had grown comfortable and complacent.

A grave mistake on your behalf.

“What do you want, San?”

Giving your shoulders a soft squeeze, San leant in and lewdly licked at your lobe, pushing the wet muscle into your ear with a smirk. You simply sat there, trying not to squirm uncomfortably as he touched you as he pleased. Pulling away, he hummed quietly before pressing a soft kiss to the shell of your ear, murmuring softly to you.

“The president’s itinerary for the next two months, and that document you were working on.”

“What? San I-”

Before you could even argue, San had his hand loosely around your throat, the threat of him squeezing tighter enough to quell any resistance. While you knew you should be scared, and trust me you were definitely scared shitless, you couldn’t help the way your pussy twitched in anticipation. As embarrassing as it was, you were already wetter than the Atlantic Ocean.

“I didn’t ask you a question, so there’s no need to answer. Just be a good girl and listen to me Y/N, hm?”

The irony of a younger man talking to you so patronisingly was not lost on you, but regardless it had an unusual effect. You bit your lip and nodded, fighting the urge to whimper when his thumb stroked your neck softly. San noticed your demeanor however, and smirked.

“Print it out, and I might just give you a little treat.”

You were quick to press print, sending it to your home printer and watching with bated breath as San stalked over and retrieved it. He gave them a glance over before nodding and folding them, slipping it into his back pocket. Then, he turned to you with a grin and swiped half your desk’s contents off the edge of the table. Licking his lips, San raised an eyebrow, looking at you expectantly as you gazed at the disarray in shock.

“What, something wrong? Hurry up and bend over.”

As soon as he began to unbuckle his belt, you finally clicked back to reality, standing up shakily. You gulped, eyes trained on San as he paced behind you. He gave you a sigh of mock-exasperation, grabbing you by the hips and pushing your ass straight onto his boner. The air felt thick as you struggled to breathe it in, one of his hands freely kneading your chest before tracing its way up to your shoulder. San was rasping onto your neck, breathing slightly elevated in anticipation. It was clear he was enjoying this.

“Ugh, you want me to do all the work? That’s real mean, Y/N.”

Regardless of his complaining, it didn’t take long for him to press on your shoulder, pushing you down to the wooden surface of your desk. His touch was surprisingly gentle, trailing slowly down your back before crawling inside your shirt. Cold fingertips met your warm skin, and you gasped quietly. You could practically smell the shit-eating grin on San’s face, hesitating for a second before drawing lazy patterns on your back. 

“S-San-”

“Shh baby, don’t worry. I’ll give you what you need, yeah?”

His other hand left your waist, grabbing the end of your skirt and flipping it up. Greedy hands melded the soft globes of your asscheeks, before an impatient finger ripped a hole in your pantyhose.

“What a wet little cunt you have, Mrs. Y/N. I think our arrangement will be quite… enjoyable for all involved.”

San had you and the desk rocking for the majority of that night, using you thoroughly before sending you off to bed, clambering out the window whilst you clambered into bed dripping with his cum. 

It was clear he had no intent of letting you go any time soon, but you weren’t exactly adverse to that prospect.

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NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE SERVICE KOREAN NATIONAL POLICE AGENCY CASE NUMBER: #1117 SUBJECT: Organized Crime Syndicate Investigation DATE: [REDACTED]

THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENT IS CLASSIFIED INFORMATION. THE SELLING, DISTRIBUTION, LEAKING, AND/OR DESTRUCTION OF THIS DOCUMENT IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED. OFFENDERS WILL SUFFER DIRE CONSEQUENCES UNDER CIVIL LAW AND THE REPUBLIC OF KOREA WILL PUSH FOR THE HARSHEST CHARGES POSSIBLE.

SUMMARY: This document pertains to an ongoing investigation into an identified criminal organization operating within Korea. The group, hereafter referred to as "ATEEZ," is believed to be involved in a wide range of illicit activities, including but not limited to: racketeering, extortion, money laundering, drug trafficking, and murder. ATEEZ’s operations span across multiple cities, with known affiliates and associates within various legitimate businesses, law enforcement agencies, and governmental sectors.

NIS surveillance and intelligence-gathering efforts have confirmed that ATEEZ is highly secretive and operates under an elaborate system of compartmentalization to avoid detection. Key figures within the organization remain unidentified, though several aliases have been linked to possible leadership roles. The group’s activities appear to be coordinated from Seoul, with direct involvement in [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. The organization has been linked to multiple high-profile cases, including [REDACTED], with credible sources indicating further criminal conduct of a similarly violent and strategic nature.

INVESTIGATIVE STATUS: This investigation is ongoing. Current efforts are focused on gathering actionable intelligence regarding the inner workings of ATEEZ, with particular emphasis on identifying the key players and methods of operation. Given the high risk and organized nature of the subject group, all agents involved are operating under heightened security protocols.

CURRENT KNOWLEDGE: No key players have been identified, but information and aliases are known to some extent by the NIS. This is detailed below.

KNOWN LEADER: ‘The Captain’

The Captain is infamous for his temper. Multiple sources confirm acts of treacherous violence against those both internal and external to his organisation. The Captain is described as having an interest in the arts, which fuels many of ATEEZ’s heists on respected institutions. Many well-known works are said to be in ATEEZ’s vault, regularly inspected by the Captain. Not much is known of his appearance, as his second-in-command handles the majority of interactions with lower ranks. The Captain only shows his face to his closest and most trusted members, the 7 in his inner circle. It is said that the Captain is unstable and prone to lashing out recklessly.

KNOWN SECOND-IN-COMMAND: ‘SH’

SH is supposedly the initials of ATEEZ’s de facto leader. While he is not considered to be in control, it is well-known that he handles the majority of ATEEZ’s decisions. He is described as cold, calculated, and apathetic. While physical descriptions vary, there seems to be a general consensus in the criminal world that SH has shoulder-length hair, which he tends to style in a bun. SH is said to be the Captain’s chief advisor, always acting on his orders yet quite often suggesting next steps himself. SH wears grills on occasion as a sign of wealth and power, and is not shy to spend on ATEEZ’s celebrations.

KNOWN ASSOCIATE: Jung Yunho

The NIS has been keeping tabs on Jung Yunho since his abrupt rise to power in December 2021. While there is no punishable connection between the businessman (nor his company, Jung Enterprises) and ATEEZ, Jung has been spotted near previous locations of interest. Jung’s company seems to be thriving despite its cryptic description of its purpose, to an extent that pushes the boundaries of usual business profits. It is possible that Jung Enterprises acts as a front for ATEEZ, simply working on a larger scale than what fronts tend to do. Jung is known to have a wife and a child, but also frequents clubs in his spare time. 

KNOWN ASSOCIATE: Kang Yeosang

In his time practicing law, Kang Yeosang has worked with members of ATEEZ on multiple occasions. While he is not directly affiliated, and in a democracy allowed to practice as he chooses, it is suspected that his firm is under ATEEZ’s control. While he is on retainer to them, he has been known to act as defense counsel for a number of high-profile cases, mostly of criminal nature. It is not known how many in his firm may work for ATEEZ, but it can be assumed that all are aware. He successfully won a RICO case for a smaller gang that is heavily affiliated with ATEEZ, known as ‘XIKERS’.

UNKNOWN ASSOCIATE: ‘The Rat’

The Rat is a member of NIS closely linked to ATEEZ. We suspect him to be a high-ranking official within our institution, hence why only those with platinum-level security clearance are privy to these documents. The Rat is suspected to be leaking information to ATEEZ to ensure they cannot be captured. While it is unknown whether the Rat has been blackmailed into serving ATEEZ, it is assumed the Rat is not actively trying to stop ATEEZ. Below is a list of suspected NIS members that could be the Rat:

Kim Jungwoo, Deputy Director of Domestic Counterintelligence 

Choi Yeonjun, Director in charge of North Korean and Foreign Intelligence

Jung Wooyoung, Head of the Planning and Communications Office 

Lee Yongbok/Lee Felix, Director of Cybersecurity & Science and Technology

UNKNOWN MEMBER: ‘MT’

MT is an elusive honey pot that seems to do the majority of ATEEZ’s dirty work that is sensationalised within the media. MT is known to seduce, blackmail, torture, and/or murder targets. MT’s gender is unknown, so for the purpose of this document we will be referring to MT as him. It is assumed that MT is highly unstable and impulsive, as quite frequently he partakes in non-utilitarian crime aside those in the benefit of ATEEZ. MT is described as absurdly attractive, inevitably functioning as a homme fatale who can lure anyone into his web of lies. MT is of high risk and must not be approached under any circumstances if his true identity is discovered.

UNKNOWN MEMBER: ‘The Fixer’

The Fixer is known to be a tall man with a significantly deep voice, who is in charge of training new recruits within ATEEZ. It is rumored that his alias is not derived from his current work, but from his previous role as an assassin for ATEEZ. The Fixer is said to have retired after suffering a severe injury, impeding his ability to function in the field. Multiple sources confirm he was underground for a period of time, with ATEEZ functioning without him, so he could return to good health. The Fixer now ensures new recruits are adequate, culling the weak. His tactics are said to be extremely effective, bolstering the rise of ATEEZ within the criminal underworld in the past year. The Fixer is said to be a formidable foe, even past his peak.

UNKNOWN MEMBER: ‘Strike’

Strike is considered to be one of the most prolific assassins on the global stage. While Strike is known to be a man-for-hire, the majority of his hits are for ATEEZ. It is rumoured that he was trained by the Fixer after he returned to train new recruits, so it can be assumed that he is the Fixer’s protégé and rose through the ranks of ATEEZ. Strike gained his alias for his clean sheet, known throughout the underworld for his impeccable ability. A total of twenty three NIS agents and/or partner agencies (both domestic and foreign) have been assassinated by him, confirmed by the hand-engraved bullets used. When completing hits for ATEEZ, Strike uses bullets with their insignia on it.

CONCLUSIONS:

ATEEZ are a formidable foe that threaten the entire stability of our country. The NIS must proceed with caution before we take action to ensure the complete and utter destruction of this syndicate.

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You could feel Jongho’s eyes on your skin, practically burning into your flesh as you panted and mewled. Consumed in the fuzzy depths of pleasure, almost every sense of yours was heightened. Sweat coated your tired body, aching muscles screaming for a break, yet it was of no use. Your brain was fucked out, broken even, as you continued riding like your life was on the line. It felt too good to stop, too good to pause, too good to think.

“Fuck baby, I think Yunho broke you.”

Grunting beneath you was Jongho’s friend, Jung Yunho. A friend you had admired since your boyfriend introduced you to his group. A friend that made your mouth water with every ripple of muscle, every small sliver of skin he exposed for you. You had often thought of this exact moment, just how good he’d feel fucking you dumb, stuffing you full again and again until you were overflowing with his cum.

Luckily, Jongho was on the same wavelength.

Jongho didn’t mind sharing, encouraged it even, and Yunho had been glad to take advantage of you two’s liberal approach to your relationship. He honestly had his eye on you the second Jongho had walked through the door with you - as many of the others had too. But he had been the lucky man picked to satisfy your lewd fantasies, and Yunho couldn’t have been happier.

“Kiss him.”

You looked towards Jongho, eyes raking over him, taking in the way he pumped his cock hurriedly. A camcorder was set up on a stand next to him, and he made sure to zoom in as Yunho grabbed your chin and shoved his tongue in your mouth. His fingers pressed into your spine, making you keen into his touch. Yunho’s kiss was wet and messy, and it was clear he himself was hazy from desire. You were needy and pliant, easy for him to meld and manhandle however he pleased. 

“Fuck her harder, Yun. She doesn’t look cockdrunk yet.”

Mewling pathetically, your nails dug into Yunho’s shoulders, drawing a hiss out of the giant. You could feel his grip tighten on your lips, leaving you no wiggle room as he bounced you on his cock. His hips were meeting yours halfway, and you genuinely couldn’t fathom how he moved you like you were nothing. Your broken pants and whines had Yunho on edge himself, especially with the way your cunt squeezed his pulsing cock. Satisfied grunts were also heard from Jongho’s direction, though you couldn’t focus much on him.

Close and unsteady, you let yourself fall into Yunho’s chest, eyes hazy as you looked towards your boyfriend. He looked so hot right now, his usual stoic demeanour replaced with raw desire. Sweat congealed his fringe into spiky tips, and he let a long dribble of spit fall to his cock before fucking his hand harder. He was outpacing Yunho’s thrusts, the elder having already orgasmed twice, and showed his fist no mercy.

“Fuck, so hot baby. Such a good slut, letting my friends share your sweet little cunt. Ain’t she sweet, Yunho?”

Yunho’s breath was ragged, coming out in short pants as you felt him tense underneath.

“Ngh- So sweet, J-Jongho. Think I’m gonna- I-I’m gonna-”

Jongho’s response was apathetic and curt - “Hold it.”

Yunho let out a small protest, almost akin to a whimper, yet nodded regardless. The combination of your pussy practically milking him and your wanton moans was driving him crazy, and it was taking everything in him to hold it in. Looking down at you, a pang of jealousy hit him when he saw your entire attention was on Jongho, watching intently as he worked himself to his high. 

He was the one fucking you, the one you were dripping all over, yet he had a niggling feeling that you weren’t dripping because of him. It only encouraged him to fuck you harder, to fuck you until all you could think about was him.

“C’mere.”

Yunho snaked his fingers into your hair and gently tugged you to his level, smushing his lips against yours. He was more forceful in this kiss, too consumed with his own thoughts. His tongue was rough against your skin, and he smirked when you clenched and whimpered softly. Dribble escaped the corner of your swollen lips as he sucked on your tongue, devouring you heartily. 

“So sweet,” he murmured, snaking his way from your lips to your nape, licking his way back up lewdly to lock lips again. Brain swirling with desire, you began to drown in everything Yunho, noting the way his hips had picked up the pace, shallow and hasty.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Just like that, Yunho.” Jongho took the camera off its stand and approached with it, slowing his other hand so he could limit the shakiness. He settled down onto the bed, just shy from where Yunho was practically abusing your pussy, watching in awe as he pistoned into you. 

“Shit…” he cursed quietly, letting go of his weeping cock to spread your cheeks, practically salivating at the ring of white forming where you and Yunho met. Collecting his spit in his mouth, Jongho leant in and spat on your arsehole, zeroing in as it slowly trailed down to meet the aforementioned white. You squirmed at the sensation, turning around to find your boyfriend inches from your ass, camera trained dutifully. You were so overwhelmed that you didn’t even notice the way Yunho groaned in protest, nails digging harder into your sides.

“Jjong- ba-baby, what are you- hngh!- doing?!”

“Just shut up and take it.”

You did as you were told, lips pursed together as Jongho made his camera debut, inching closer until he was just shy of your jolting asscheeks. Still spreading them, he flattened his tongue below, and dragged it up past your puckering hole with agonising slowness. 

This unexpected stimulation was too much to bear, and soon enough you were digging your nails into Yunho’s shoulders and throwing your head back in ecstasy, crying out to a god ashamed of such gluttonous lust. 

“Oh, god! I’m gonna fuckin’ come!”

Yunho wasn’t prepared for you practically clamping on him like a vice, hissing a strangled moan before tugging himself out and promptly ejaculating. Jongho wasn’t quick enough to get himself out of the splash zone, leading to both him and the lens being coated with cum, as well as your ass also being spittled with the substance. 

Your boyfriend sat there, dazed beyond comprehension as you and Yunho tried to catch your breath, slumped against each other. Bringing a hand to his brow, he mopped his face before sitting upright, biting his lip softly. 

“That was… something.”

Yunho grunted as you slid yourself off of him, shakily crawling across the mattress to Jongho and straddling him. Jongho gave a lazy side glance to Yunho, almost as if he was gloating, before softly grabbing you by the neck and swallowing your gasp with a greedy kiss. 

All Yunho could do is watch, his jealousy festering with the added sensuality of you sloppily kissing and licking his cum off of your boyfriend’s face. He watched everything happen with morbid curiosity, his hand itching to palm at his twitching semi-hard cock. 

Jongho muttered sweet nothings to you, praising you as his hands roamed freely over your body. Inevitably, Jongho’s touch returned to your cheeks, palming them roughly and squeezing them like stress toys, mouth falling open in a little ‘oh’ as you softly ground against him.

When you had finished cleaning him off, Jongho pushed you off his lap and let you fall to the mattress, tossing the still-recording camera at Yunho, who barely caught it.

“Get my good side, yeah?” Jongho said, smirking as he pushed your back into an arch before letting his hand slide down to your neck, touch soft yet firm.

“Be a good girl and keep your eyes on Yunho, baby. Can you do that for me?”

Nodding helplessly, you tried to focus on the words coming out of his mouth rather than the way he traced his fat tip around your pulsating hole. Pushing your hips back would only prolong the torture, so you obediently maintained your position, ass in the air for him, staring at Yunho. 

A twisted pleasure overcame you at the sight of Yunho completely flushed, his tip as red and shiny as his sweating face. Jongho smacked your ass - once, twice - and then finally gave you what you wanted. 

He slid slowly into you, empowered by the way your body instantly tensed, tiny whimpers falling from your parted lips as he continued to press deeper, stretching you out. He wasn’t as long as Yunho, not by a long shot, but my god he was girthy. 

Yunho watched intently as your face contorted with the pleasure-pain wracking your already-spent body, all your might being channelled into maintaining eye contact. The fire engulfing his body only worsened, and Yunho quickly changed hands so he could start pleasuring himself. 

Jongho was on top of you, weighing you down, pinning you in place with his muscle. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t talk - all you could do was whine and cry out helplessly, pussy weeping as he bullied inside your cunt, unforgiving. You could barely see Yunho through the tears cascading, yet you still dutifully kept your eyes on him, watching through your blurry vision as he huffed and grunted at the sight before him. Unamused, Jongho tsked before glaring at Yunho, tilting his head to the side slightly.

“Don’t corrupt the audio, Yunho.”

Yunho nodded and pursed his lips, eyes trained on your fucked-out expression, babbling nonsensically under your boyfriend. 

Fuck, he wished it was him. He wished he could bury deep inside you and flood you with his cum, fill you to the brim and watch it overflow back onto his cock.

But for now? For now he’d have to be content with jerking himself off, relishing in the way his semen still stained your skin as Jongho pinned you and fucked you like a rabid animal.

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In a vast theatre, where the remnants of velvet curtains still cling to the wings of the stage, a young man is pulled onto the stage. He struggles weakly against his bonds. The vampires in the theatre seats cheer, hoot and cat call. The vampires that had dragged the human on stage, laugh mockingly. It’s a fair for food, and that human isn’t going anywhere.

The announcer smiles broadly to his audience. “As you can see here, we have prime real estate with this one.” 

A thug vampire pulls forwards the young man’s bound hands until his inner arms are on display. Two screens on opposite sides of the stage, where there used to be opera seats for the upper class have been repurposed for close ups of the selling product. On his inner arms, visible veins can be seen. The crowd goes wild for the view.

The announcer draws a finger down the line of the young man’s arms. “He was practically made for vampire fodder.”

The thug next pulls back the strong neck of the vulnerable young man, who whimpers at the angle his head is yanked to. A camera zooms in on the pulse of the human’s artery and some of the crowd rushes the stage. More thugs stand in front of the stage to hold back the throng. 

“Now now,” The announcer walks forward. “Be good children and go back to your seats. We will start our bidding as soon as you all behave.”

Jay crosses one foot of the other, rattling the seat ahead of him in the balcony. “This is stupid.”

“We don’t have any jobs,” Jake reasons. “You know how Heeseung gets when he’s bored.”

Heeseung sits so forward on his seat, eyes glued to the screen where they keep flashing the veins of the human there. Sunghoon sighs and puts a hand on Heeseung’s shoulder. “We don’t have enough money for him.”

Jay snorts. “Yeah, and who’s fault is that?”

Heeseung turns his head slowly, an eerie grin pulling at his lips. “Worth it.”

“Listen, we should go to where the dredges are being sold,” Jake announces.

Sunghoon sends a look of regret towards the stage before standing up. He kicks Jay’s rude feet off the seat in front of him. “Let's go.”

They fall in line with each other, Jake shooting forward to walk beside Sunghoon as Heeseung and Jay fall behind them. Bad combination.

“Seriously,” Jay starts back up again, aiming his poison towards Heeseung. “Do you have to be such a psychopath? If you had just held back a little bit, we would be drowning in money. But nooooooo, you just had to go straight for the jugular and hold your mouth over the spray like a dog with a fire hydrant.”

“Drop it, Jay,” Sunghoon says over his shoulder.

Heeseung simply shrugs, pulling his knife. “How could I resist?”

Jay’s lips pull into a sneer. “Easy. Think about the many others we could have bought and tortured and enjoyed.”

Heeseung’s shoulders droop in disappointment. Then he licks his knife. Jay makes a look of disgust as a line of blood shows, black along Heeseung’s tongue. “Why’d we get stuck with the true psychopath?”

Jake flashes a giddy smile, laughing at his companions. “Just lucky I guess.”

The lobby of the old theatre features body hawkers, selling humans for a low price. These humans aren’t as tantalizing as the prime piece that had been on stage but they still pumped blood, and thus, are appealing. 

Sunghoon’s eye trails over the offerings. “What are we looking for today?”

“I think…” Jake puts a finger to his lips in thought. 

“Someone who will put up more of a fight than the last one,” Jay mutters under his breath.

“Heard that,” Sunghoon frowns at Jay, who is clearly in one of his moods. 

Heeseung’s eyes zero in on a human across the room. All the others have given up, huddling on themselves, either hoping they don’t get sold on this day, or their eyes stare lifelessly at nothing. But this one stares defiantly. Her chin is stubbornly held at an angle, as if to dare anyone to buy her. She looked like she would fight tooth and nail. 

Heeseung points at her. “That one.”

“Oh?” Jake curiously follows Heeseung’s finger.

“Seriously?” Jay questions immediately. “You want to take the choice of the one that will just bleed her dry immediately?”

Sunghoon cocks his head. He can see where Heeseung might be tempted. Breaking the humans of their will is a great pastime. So the even-keeled vampire meanders towards the body hawker clearly in charge of this female that’s pulled at Heeseung, and now Sunghoon.

“How much for that one?” Sunghoon inquires.

The body hawker looks derisively at the female who chooses the same moment to spit on Heeseung. “I haven’t broken her in yet, I shouldn’t have brought her to market.”

Heeseung thumbs the spit on his cheek and then brings it to his mouth, sucking down on it. The female tsks loudly. Heeseung begins to giggle.

Jake leans on the body hawker companionably. “You should give us a good deal then. We’ll take her off your hands, since she’s such a problem.”

The body hawker eyes up Jake uncertainly. “You won’t complain to the association that I sold you bad goods?”

“Course not,” Jake pats the body hawker in reassurance. “Now, what kind of coin are we talking about?”

Jay shakes his finger in front of Heeseung’s face. “I don’t care how much we pay for her, you don’t kill her before the month’s up, at least.”

“Jay,” Sunghoon warns the other vampire. “You know he’ll only put up with so much of your shit.”

Heeseung crouches in front of the female. “We’re going to have a lot of fun, you and I, I can tell.”

“I’d rather run into traffic,” the female snarls.

Heeseung casts his head back and laughs whole heartedly. Sunghoon is on guard. The more jovial Heeseung acts, the more off the deep end he actually is. 

Jay moves his hand to grip her chin roughly in his hands, turning her head from side to side. “She’s small. Starved. Not much of a meal.”

Jake makes a face of agreement towards the body hawker. “He’s got a point.”

The body hawker grumbles. He comes to a price with Jake, handing over blood enhancement products to make the human healthier quickly. “That’s my final price. Take it or go.”

“Done,” Jake slaps his hand, with the coin, against the palm of the body hawker and shakes it eagerly. “Happy to do business with you.”

Sunghoon grabs the rope that binds the female and pulls her upwards effortlessly. “Come on now.”

She pulls back immediately. Fear flashes through her eyes but she doesn’t dare show it on her face. “No.”

Jay sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “She’s going to be like chewing tough meat.”

Heeseung is smiling like he’s a kid just given the go ahead to buy the candy he’s been whining for. “Chewing isn’t bad.”

Sunghoon throws the female over his shoulder with a grunt. “Whatever. Let’s just get out of here.”

Heeseung follows closely at Sunghoon’s heels, head turning any way that lets him make contact with the female. “What’s your name?”

“Fuck you,” She curses, squirming in Sunghoon’s hold.

Jake strolls beside Heeseung with his hands in his pockets. “What do you wanna name her, Heeseung? You found her. You get dibs.”

Jay rolls his eyes. “Yes, let the psychopath name the blood bag.”

Heeseung announces with a deep breath. “Sweetheart.”

Jake throws his head back in belly laughter. “Oh, that’s brilliant.”

Jay shakes his head. “What did I ever do to get stuck with all of you?!”

“Alright, Sweetheart,” Sunghoon says. “It’s light’s out for you.”

“Excuse me?!” Sweetheart says with barely withheld fury.

“Night night,” Heeseung whispers before Jake knocks her out.

“You really worried about her making a run for it, like Heeseung isn’t going to kill her quickly?” Jay says in disbelief.

“No one knows how to get to our lair, them’s the rules,” Jake says with a know-it-all look.

Jay rolls his eyes. “Can’t believe you let the psychopath name our blood bag.”

Sunghoon hefts Sweetheart higher on his shoulder. “Let’s go.”

***

A light humming tugs at your senses. It slowly but surely pulls you out of your subconsciousness and into reality. Your eyes flutter open and then the humming stops.

“There you are,” the same, melodic voice washes over you.

You blink blearily and realize it’s the vampire that chose you to be purchased leaning over you. You purse your lips, unimpressed. “I’m surprised I even woke up.”

Heeseung sports a small, knowing smile. “Where’s the fun in biting you when you’re out cold?”

You bank the curl of fear that surrounds your heart. You know better than anyone not to show any weakness in front of a vampire; especially not one as crazy as this one. “Where am I?”

Heeseung stands up and throws his arms out. “This is our lair, Sweetheart. We should throw a welcome party in your honor.”

You cast a wary glance around the open room. There are shuttered windows and tall windows with long curtains. It’s an open concept, perhaps an old lodge from a forgotten time when humans once ruled the world. There are antlers EVERY where. The irony that human hunters used to live here where now vampire hunters now inhabit isn’t lost on you. 

“Where are the others?” You can’t help but wonder.

Heeseung’s smile slowly falls from his face. “They’re out hunting.”

You nod like you understand but you don’t. You’ve never lived the life of a vampire. 

“That leaves you and I together,” Heeseung alludes.

You feel every muscle in your body lock up in fear. You lick your lips. “Oh? How delightful.”

Heeseung flashes a toothy smile. “Isn’t it? Just you and me.”

“The body hawker considered me feral, you know,” You advise the vampire who is stalking towards you with sure steps. 

“What a delicious quality,” Heeseung purrs.

“Wouldn’t you rather someone pliant? Someone who won’t resist?” You persist.

Heeseung crouches before you once again. “That's no fun.”

“Ah yes, because what’s an immortal life without a little fun,” You scoff. 

“Exactly.” Heeseung licks his lips slowly. 

You raise your chin stubbornly. “Well, if you’re going to torture me, might as well get it over with.”

Heeseung cocks his head curiously. “Torture? Do you want that?”

A bitter laugh barks from your throat. “Want? Of course not!”

Heeseung pouts for a moment. “Oh. Why bring it up then?”

“I heard the other one. Jay? Say you were a psychopath. Psychopaths usually want to carve up their victims.”

“But Sweetheart!” Heeseung protests, his eyes swirling with madness and something else. “You’re not my next victim.”

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights as Heeseung reaches out to smooth his hand over your jaw. “And what’s with the goddamn nickname?”

“You wouldn't tell me what your name was. Besides, you smell sweet.”

“Why did you buy me if not to torture me then?” You can’t help but persistently question the vampire in front of you.

“For your blood, of course,” Heeseung answers you in a matter-of-fact voice.

You let out a small noise of disgruntlement. “Obviously!”

“Then you won’t fight me?” Heeseung says with an air of disappointment.

“I will fight you with every bone in my body,” You promise.

“Good.” Heeseung grins and you see what Jay sees: a pure psychopath. “I’ll give you a head start. Don’t bother trying the doors. They’re all locked.”

You jolt upwards and make a beeline for the stairs. It’s of no use. Heeseung was true to his word, all the doors are locked. You run back down, the soft chuckling of Heeseung haunting you. You dash for the basement stairs instead and find much more than you initially realized. 

The basement is its own little world. You speed past stark white rooms with blinds and soft lighting. The further you go in, the more clinical it is. But some rooms are… dirty. Messy. Covered in blood and who knows what else. Well, you know, but your brain can't let you identify it without screaming. And you very much need to stay quiet if you want to keep Heeseung from biting you.

The deeper you go, with more stairs aiding you, the more the atmosphere changes. You go from modern to something wild. Dirt and rocks and you can smell sulfur. What is this place? You find a pond. A shallow pond, but a body of water nonetheless. If you submerge yourself, will that hide your scent from Heeseung? It is worth a try. 

You don’t hear Heeseung first, per say. More like you hear metal against rock. You don’t dare duck your head under water and hold your breath until Heeseung is very close. But that doesn’t stop your heart from beating a mile per minute at the sounds Heeseung is making.

You know that you are only drawing Heeseung closer to you but you can't help your reaction. Perhaps it is a better idea to submerge yourself and attempt to at least slow your heart. 

You did so for as long as you could, the faint beating of your heart echoing in your eardrums. Your head slowly comes out of the water, still unable to spot Heeseung. But you can hear him.

“Will you struggle for me?” Heeseung wonders out loud, his voice echoing through the corridors. “Will you claw at me and shout? I long to feel your pulse against my tongue. Sweetheart.”

You can’t help but shudder at Heeseung’s words. He truly is a psychopath. Or did that just come with the territory when you were long lived and hunted others?

You dunk under the water again, hoping that Heeseung would circle back towards the upper levels. Your sluggish heartbeat should be undetectable. This wasn’t the first time you had attempted to hide from vampires before.

You come back up to find Heeseung in the room you are in. You fill your lungs full of air quietly. If even the smallest whimper flits past your lips, you’re done for.

“How interesting for you to come here,” Heeseung ponders out loud still. “Was this a part of your monkey brain hiding in the water? Unaware that the crocodiles lie in wait.”

What the hell was that supposed to mea--

“Peekaboo.”

Your scream bounces off all available walls. You wince and close your eyes. Everything is ruined now.

“Did you really think you’d win?” The voice behind you says with amusement. “Did you think you were the only human that’s played this game?”

You turn around slowly and find the vampire that bartered for you with the body hawker. He is drenched like you, a tiny, smug smirk tugging at his lips. 

“Fuck you,” You say, albeit somewhat weakly.

“Don’t offer me a good time, Sweetheart.”

Heeseung growls behind you. The vampire in front of you raises his hands. “Okay, okay, Heeseung. You’ve got first dibs. I get it.”

You slowly move out of the pond, angling for the end that Heeseung isn't waiting on. 

The vampire in the water with you stays where he is but begins to giggle. “Now now, Heeseung won. You aren't about to get away.”

“He said some fucked up shit,” You say as if that will explain anything.

“Is that true, Heeseung? Did you say some fucked up shit to scare her?” The vampire asks.

Both vampires laugh together and you feel your temper rise. Fear spikes along with it when you see Heeseung with a short blade.

“Come here, Sweetheart,” Heeseung says in a sing-song voice. “I told you we'd have some fun.”

You begin to back up. “You said you weren't going to torture me.”

Heeseung takes a step forward for every one of your steps backwards. “Oh, I won't be carving you up.”

You gulp loudly. “Then what's up with the knife, Jack?”

Heeseung cocks his head curiously and looks to the other vampire for help. 

“Jack the Ripper. Known human serial killer. He killed whores with doctor-precision. She's mentally reaching for something familiar,” the other vampire supplies.

Heeseung flips his blade, catching it by the hilt. “You want to be my whore?”

You laugh mirthlessly. “Fuck my life.”

“Just a little bit of blood,” Heeseung murmurs, his eyes zeroing in on your neck. “Then we can have all the fun you want.”

You refuse to break eye contact as your back hits the cave wall. Heeseung advances on you, knife flicking between his fingers. You hear the whish of the knife before you feel the sting of the cut.

“There's a good girl,” Heeseung whispers as he leans into your neck, where your pain is radiating from.

The roughness of Heeseung’s tongue on your skin makes you wince. Once his saliva is introduced to your bloodstream, your blood thins out and you bleed steadily for him. Instead of sucking at your neck, Heeseung continues to lap at the cut on your neck, like you're a saucer of cream and he is a cat.

Your nails dig into the palms of your hands. You feel warmth curl in your lower stomach and you inwardly curse. What the fuck was going on here?

Heeseung’s hands glide over your hips to hold you steady but you knock them away. Heeseung laughs and then slams a hand near the wall by your head. 

“Will let me drink from you but won't let me touch you. You play a strong game, Sweetheart.”

“It's not a game,” You snarl.

“It's always a game,” pipes in the other vampire.

“Jakey boy? It's time for you to leave,” Heeseung suggests sugar sweetly.

Jake hums in discontentment. “Already? I can't stay and watch some more?”

“Watch what?” You demand.

“Leave!” Heeseung commands.

“Fine. I'm going, I'm going,” Jake mutters. “Geez.”

“You had your fill of me,” You say, legs itching to move with Jake.

Heeseung’s eyes zero in on you. “Oh no, sweetheart, I have not had my fill of you.”

“Why are you all like this?! In my world, this is done freely!” Your eyes widen once you realize what you've said.

“Your world?” Heeseung’s eyes grow dark with intellect. “What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” You vow to never open your mouth ever again.

“Heeseung! I told you he was going to have the first taste, Sunghoon. Heeseung!”

Heeseung sighs loudly and places his forehead on your shoulder. “And we were having such a fun play time.”

Jay, the disgruntled one, jogs into the cave. “I smell blood. I knew it.”

You watch as the vampire that had thrown you over his shoulder and Jay enter the cave. Sunghoon, you assume, is pushing back Jake with two fingers to his chest. 

“Heeseung, we talked about this. You were going to hunt after we came back. You were supposed to watch over her,” Sunghoon says.

“And since when are you on his side?” Jay demands to Jake.

Jake shrugs. “We were just having a bit of fun.”

Sunghoon rubs the bridge of his nose. “He must have some sense of ownership since he picked her.”

“She’s OUR bloodbag,” Jay insists.

Jake smiles. “Sure she is.”

“Her blood is sweet,” Heeseung whispers.

All three vampires freeze, like they had no problem hearing the psycho vampires quiet voice. Damn super hearing. 

“At least she’s not dead,” Jay begrudgingly admits. 

“I circled back so I didn’t… I’ll take him with me to hunt,” Jake says, as if he’s making amends for pairing up with Heeseung’s tricks.

Heeseung turns around and stands in front of you. “All other blood will taste like ash compared to her.”

Jay rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Dramatic much?”

Heeseung grins widely in response. “You’ll know soon.”

“All this talk about being hungry has me hungry,” You mutter under your breath.

Sunghoon jerks his chin in your direction. “Make sure she gets fed, Jay. I’ll make sure those two actually do what they’re told.”

“Do I need a babysitter?” Heeseung cackles maniacally. 

Jake can’t help but smile a bit with Heeseung. “Seems like our brothers don’t trust us anymore.”

Jay roughly grabs your upper arm and yanks you back towards the entrance of the cave. “Come on. We’ve got food.”

Silently you follow along, even though Jay shows no signs of letting you go. “You act like I was in on it too. You know, if I had my say, I wouldn’t have run through this place like a prison escape.”

Jay looks down to the side of him at you, looking like he doesn’t believe a word you say. But you have a feeling he treats everyone like that. “Yeah well, either way, you’re more dangerous now that he’s had a taste of you.” Jay mutters under his breath to himself. “Sweet blood? Ash? He’s even further in the deep end today.”

Your hand unconsciously goes to the cut on your neck. Why slice you with the knife and not his fangs? These four vampires were beyond your comprehension. 

Jay prepares a meal for you once you get back to the cabin portion of the fucked up place these vampires inhabit. It’s one of the simple pre-packaged bullshit the vampires make for their blood bags. Some kind of combination of astronaut food from the old world when humans were in charge and a sci-fi blend of the future. The packet goes from three portioned foil in a microwave to a plate of food. Either way, it tastes nothing like real food and you make a face when Jay puts it in front of you at the table. 

Jay sighs loudly. “Eat. You’re lucky we’re even feeding you.”

“You have to feed me to feed from me. Even I know that,” You scoff back.

Jay slams his fist against the table, making you jump. “I don’t know who or what you think you are, but you are like livestock to us. You don’t matter much beyond a fun chase and some blood. Now eat before I break the rules next.”

“Yeah?!” You demand, feeling rebellion and anger surge through your veins. You pull aside your dirty shirt, bearing your shoulder and collarbones. “Why the pretense then? Just worry away at my neck like a damn dog. Break my neck and drink from me while my life’s blood drains from me. Go on! Do it!”

Jay’s eyes flash, too quickly for you to read, but red nonetheless. “You’re getting on my nerves, blood bag.”

“The feeling is mutual, Tick!”

“Tick?!” Jay shouts, pushing back his chair, the noise screaming against your ear drums. 

“Uh oh, do you think it’s okay to leave those two alone together?” Jake wonders mockingly, having climbed up the stairs finally with Heeseung and Sunghoon.

“Jay?” Sunghoon says his name uncertainly. 

“She started it!” Jay points his finger accusatorily at you. 

“Yes, because I’m in charge of my life right now,” You mutter. 

Jay lunges across the table to grab you but Sunghoon intercepts him. Sunghoon’s hand is firmly wrapped around Jay's wrist.

“Why are you rising to her bait? Are you not the superior species here?” Sunghoon says with an eyebrow raised.

“You will sit and you will eat,” Jay ignores Sunghoon and points a finger at you.

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. “Yes, Mom.”

Jake snickers behind his hand. “Maybe he prefers Mommy.”

Sunghoon sends a withering glance to Jake. “Don't you start too.”

Jay won't meet your eyes now, but that's okay, you can't look him in the eye either. Grudgingly, you eat but the other vampires never leave to hunt. That makes you nervous but you do nothing to let that known

“She's coming with us, isn't she?” Heeseung says somewhat gleefully.

“Clearly none of us can be trusted,” Sunghoon says begrudgingly.

Did that include Sunghoon too?

Heeseung holds out his hand to you and wiggles his fingers. “Come hunting with me, Sweetheart. Oh, how your heart will pitter patter.”

You ignore the offered hand and walk to the door. “Well?”

“You can't just go out there,” Jay says.

“I'm with you four, aren't I?”

“But no one will know that,” Jake adds.

“And????” You say somewhat strained and impatient.

“You'll need to smell like one of us has fed from you. You can't steal another vampire's food,” Sunghoon says quietly.

Jake’s proverbial ears practically perk up. “Rock paper scissors?!” He asks hopefully.

“But! Heeseung fed from me!” You protested.

“No, Heeseung cut you and licked you,” Jake corrects.

Now you're the one blushing. When Jake put it that way... It sounded so dirty “So?”

“You need to be bitten. Our venom needs to be in your system. That's the only way,” Sunghoon says, making eye contact.

You stare at all four vampires. “This is a trick, isn’t it? The stupid little human who doesn’t understand, right?”

If Jake had a tail, it would be wagging. He fidgets from foot to foot as he says, “I can do it. It’ll be super quick. I’ve got the smallest fangs. You’ll barely feel it.”

This time it's Jay that snickers. Jake sends Jay a baleful look.

“Can you at least not do it on the same side Heeseung already cut me?” You ask quietly.

The words are barely out of your mouth before Jake zooms to your side. His clothes still move with gravity, hair fluttering over his face. “No worries. That’s Heeseung’s side now.”

Your face screws up in confusion and Jake laughs. You see his fangs flash for a second and then you feel a pain in your neck. Jake’s hand is cupping the back of your neck and the small of your back. 

Heeseung is restrained, barely, by Sunghoon and Jay. “She doesn’t like to be touched!” Heeseung snarls.

Jay sends a look of confusion at Heeseung. “Since when do you care about what a blood bag likes?”

Heeseung snaps his teeth in front of Jay’s face. “She’s not a blood bag, Jongseong.”

“Come on man, don’t call me that,” Jay laments. 

“There,” Jake whispers against your neck and then he takes a step back. “See? Not a problem.”

Your fingers can’t help but find the two holes on your neck now. Heat radiates from them. “That was quick.”

Jay snickers again and Jake zooms, ending up holding the front of Jay’s shirt with two clenched fists. 

Sunghoon lets go of Heeseung with a loud sigh. “This human is starting to be more of an issue than I originally anticipated. Alright, clearly you two are hungry. Let's burn off that angry energy.”

Jake lets go of Jay, silently fuming, but then becomes all smiles. “Come on, Mommy.”

Heeseung waggles his fingers again but Sunghoon puts a hand on his forearm and pushes the hand down. “You have to hunt. I’ll watch over her.”

“Sweetheart,” Heeseung insists, eyes solidly locked with Sunghoon.

“Yes, I’ll watch over Sweetheart,” Sunghoon corrects himself.

Heeseung’s eyes soften when he turns to you but he says nothing, instead slipping out of Sunghoon’s hand and pushing Jake and Jay ahead of him. “Touch her again without my permission and I will pull your eyes out with a whisk.”

“That’s creative,” Jake grins.

Jay looks at Heeseung like he’s crazy. “Yeah yeah, come on, I’ll show you where we found a clutch of them.”

“Do not put me over your shoulder again!” You protest towards Sunghoon immediately. “That was degrading, to say the least.”

Sunghoon smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “I wouldn’t dare bend a hair on your head, Sweetheart. After all, it seems like Heeseung is quite attached. That’s rare enough.”

“Good,” you let out a sigh of relief.

“You will, however, have to hold onto me. We are hunting and don’t move at mortal speed.”

You can’t help but wrinkle your nose. “Great.”

Sunghoon swoops you into his arms in a millisecond and the world begins to stream past you. “I don’t exactly enjoy doing this either, Sweetheart.” The nickname somehow sounds like an insult with Sunghoon’s lips.

“Must suck being the most sane of them all,” You mutter.

“Who said that?” Sunghoon murmurs.

Just as suddenly as you started, you stop. The scene is something you had been privy to countless times. Only this time you knew the names of the vampires. Heeseung was drinking from the wrist of someone’s broken arm. Jake had slashed the chest of another, the blood streaming into the clothes as he drank greedily as well. 

As Sunghoon lets you down, you look away, not wanting to see the life slowly fade from the other human’s eyes. Bad idea, because now you’re looking at Jay. Jay’s face is stoic but he’s watching the other two feed. “You should have seen Sunghoon’s last kill. We weren’t as merciful as those two right now.”

You make a look of disgust. Vampires were animals. Smart animals, but feral nonetheless. 

“Did someone get a pet mortal?” A melodic voice echoes from the shadows of the surrounding forest. 

“Sunoo. Happy Hunting,” Sunghoon greets the new arrival.

“I never thought I’d see the day,” Sunoo continues to say, voice almost purring. 

You shudder and he laughs. “Such a frail one at that. I thought you preferred heartier meals.”

“Go ask the psychopath. He’s the one stuck on her. Says he wanted a fight,” Jay jeers.

The clear look of shock is almost comical on Sunoo’s features. “Seungie?!” His nostrils flare for a moment. “But I smell Jake on her.”

Jay winces. “Sunoo.”

The air is heavy for a moment. You feel like something is being said over your head but you can’t catch it. 

“Oh. Right. I forgot. Well, enjoy your new pet.”

You don’t even see Sunoo leave because Heeseung is wiping his face with the back of his hand, effectively smearing blood further along his face. “Disgusting.”

Jay shoves his hands in his pocket. “Such a snob now.”

Jake waves at you with two bloody hands. “All fed now!”

Sunghoon jerks his head back towards what you assume is their home. “Good. Let’s get out of here. We already attracted Sunoo’s attention. It won’t be long before word spreads.”

Heeseung crouches before you. “Hop on, Sweetheart.”

You look at the other three vampires but no one protests. Better than Sunghoon’s arms, right?

You cautiously straddle Heeseung’s back but he jostles you higher up his arms, making you collapse against him. And then it’s off to the races. 

You duck your head behind Heeseung’s, cheek against the collar of his shirt. You’re worried that you’ll get hit by an errant branch or such. “Please don’t let me die,” You say to yourself.

“Nothing will ever make you bleed except us,” Heeseung oh so casually throws over his shoulder.

Super encouraging.

When Heeseung stops, you’re back in the log cabin. However, Heeseung doesn’t release your legs to let you down. He keeps you perched on his back. 

“She’s sleeping with me today,” Heeseung declares.

‘“Heeseung, be reasonable," Sunghoon says, holding his hands out as if he’s about to calm a feral dog. “She needs to be restrained. We have a room for that.”

Heeseung shakes his head adamantly. “No. That’s not safe enough.”

“Not safe enough,” Jay laughs mirthlessly. “Heeseung, no one has ever escaped the second level.”

“I’m not worried about Sweetheart escaping. I’m worried about the third level.”

“He’s got a point,” Jake agrees.

“You just want Heeseung to pave the way so you can sleep with her!” Jay protests.

Sunghoon closes his eyes and rubs his temples. “She’s going in the secure room.”

Heeseung steps forward but Jay steps in his way. “You can’t always get your way, Psychopath.”

“Is it true? That you want Sweetheart to call you, Mommy?” Heeseung shoots back instead.

Jake is slapping his thighs while laughing. “Oh god, can you imagine?”

You tap Heeseung’s shoulder. “Can I get down now? Please?”

“You’re wrong, Jongseong. I always get my way.”

Sunghoon sighs. “Heeseung--”

Dark panelled wood blends seamlessly until you realize that you’re in a different room and the others are not here. “Be a good girl and sleep with me, hmmm? You’ll do that for me, won’t you, Sweetheart?”

You slid from Heeseung’s back, eyes flitting around. It’s bare of anything except a closet and a broken bed. “Surely not on that.”

Heeseung breaks out into a smile that sends a shudder down your spine. “No, not on that.”

The two puncture marks on your neck pulse and you slap your hand on your neck. “What the fuck was that?”

“Found her. He’s just in his room. Weird. Heeseung, buddy, what’s going on?” Jake calls out. 

“Can you track me because of your bite too?” You demand.

Jake sends you a lopesided smile. “Sure can. Can do some other fun stuff with the bite too. How about we--”

“No.”

You now have the wonderful image of Heeseung’s back. He’s blocking your view of Jake. 

“Oh, come on, Heeseung! You had the first taste, let me have this!” Jake protests.

“No one is having anything,” Sunghoon joins the chat. “Heeseung, go put her in the room!”

“No.”

“Well, you’re not sleeping with her. You know how unstable you get when you slumber during the day.”

“It will be different with her.”

“You don’t know that.”

“You don’t know that it won’t.”

Jake tries not to look excited. “Ah, an impasse. You know, I’m still here. How about--?”

Heeseung and Sunghoon say no to Jake at the same time. Which might have made you giggle, if you knew what the hell was going on right now. 

“I won’t sleep,” Jay offers with a hesitant voice.

“The next time day breaks, you’ll sleep even longer though, Jay!” Sunghoon argues.

“It’s fine. I’ll watch over the bloo--Sweetheart. She’ll be safe. I swear it.”

Heeseung grudgingly moves out of the way, giving you a clear view of Jay at the door. Heeseung raises his hand as if he’s going to pet you but stops, thinking better of it. “I will dream of you, Sweetheart,” he offers instead.

You walk by Heeseung warily. “Vampires don’t dream.”

“Psychopathic ones do,” Jay grunts. 

“Alright, now that that’s figured out, I’d like to go to sleep now.” Jake salutes you jauntily with two fingers to his forehead and then he’s gone. 

“Good day,” Sunghoon nods resolutely to Heeseung.

You can feel that Heeseung’s eyes never leave your form, even as you exit with Sunghoon and Jay. They both walk down at normal paces down the stairs with you trailing behind them.

“Mind your temper, please. You know what will happen if Heeseung sees she’s been mistreated. He has seemed to form an attachment to her.”

“I got this. Okay?” Jay presses. He shoots you a look and then returns his gaze to Sunghoon. “I swore on it.”

“Pinky promise,” You suggest.

“Yeah yeah, whatever lame ritual the humans do too. I gave my word, Sunghoon.”

Sunghoon sends you a look that he’s clearly uncertain where you stand. “Try to stay alive.”

“That’s the plan,” You grumble. 

“Come on. My bedroom actually has a bed for a human to sleep on. You should get your rest while you still can,” Jay suggests.

Jay’s room isn’t as dilapidated as Heeseung's. The bed is intact and there’s a few personal nicknacks.  You take a seat on the bed.

“So. Why the sudden change of heart, Jay?”

Jay won’t look at you but he does close the door behind him with his foot. “Because I don’t want Heeseung to kill our latest blood bag during his slumber.”

“Come on, that must sound lame, even to you,” You scoff. 

Jay’s eyes wander around the room. “Yeah, well, that’s the truth. It’s the best answer you’re going to get right now.”

“Don’t you think I should know some things since I'm going to be here for a bit?” You push.

“Listen, I don’t like the guy anymore than you do, but that’s not my story to tell,” Jay resists.

Still, Jay ends up sitting on the side of the bed with you. As he was pulled like a magnet, despite his attitude towards you. You couldn't quite figure this vampire out, even though on the surface, he appeared as a disgruntled guy. 

“Guess I’m gonna die eventually anyways,” You shrug. 

“You’re not going to die,” Jay stresses the last word like you’re being dramatic. “Especially if Heeseung has anything to say about it.”

“And you?” You poke.

Jay runs a hand through his hair. “I don’t know. It’s weird. Heeseung has never acted this way before. With anyone. And believe you me, we’ve had a lot of you mortals.”

You cross your legs and start to bounce your foot anxiously. You were starting to wonder if your origins were the reason Heeseung seemed to be enamored with you. Even though he was attracted to you before he had even had a taste of your blood. 

“Listen, I--”

“Do you wanna fool around?” Jay interrupts you. He’s half turned on the bed, one leg bent on the mattress. 

“Do I what?” You say with shock.

“I heard your heart beat spike when Jake brought up the Mommy thing. I’m not going to last this entire day with you on my bed.”

The confession shocks you even further. You knew things had been awkward since that statement but you felt like Jay saw completely through you at this moment.

“Uh…” You honestly didn’t know how to respond to that.

Jay moves closer to you, his leg bumping yours. It causes you to meet his eyes. Those red orbs that seemed to simply suck you in. You felt yourself getting lost in them, falling deeper and deeper.

“You know what would be hot? If you sat on my face and I bit you. Think about it. A little something for you, a little something for me. Don’t you want that?” Jay’s voice goes down an octave, stroking something inside of you.

You find yourself nodding your head in agreement. “I do.”

Jay cups the side of your face, fingers easily sliding into your hair. “See? Fighting isn’t the only choice.”

Your inner core shakes and something suddenly doesn’t feel right. Shouldn’t you be fighting Jay? “I--” 

Jay’s eyes swirl once again. “You want me to kiss you now.”

“Jay, why aren’t we kissing?” You echo, a whine growing in the back of your throat.

Jay smirks. “Let me fix that.”

His lips feel cool against the raging inferno your body is feeling. You press eagerly to Jay, lips tangling with teeth and tongue. Jay falls to the bed, smiling into the kiss. Your body straddles his chest, fully invested in this kiss. You feel your lower half becoming wet with need. Everything else falls away.

“So eager,” Jay teases.

“Please,” You whine fully this time.

Jay helps you out of your shorts and gleefully lays back against the pillow at the top of the bed. You eagerly settle on his chest, legs pinning his upper half to the bed. 

“I’m about to feast on you, Sweetheart,” Jay groans. 

You gaze down at the vampire between your legs with something akin to desire and ownership. Jay’s yours, he just doesn’t know it yet. His place was where he was exactly at this moment. 

You cock your head flirtatiously. “You gonna make me feel good?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jay’s eyes almost roll into the back of his head.

With his arms pinned under you, he uses his lips and tongue only. His nose dives into you at some point and you moan wantonly. He’s absolutely making a mess but you haven’t a care in the world except seeking out pleasure from what Jay is providing.

Mouth deep in your pussy, tongue circling your clit like crazy, Jay extends his fangs and almost passes out from pleasure. Your wetness and your blood is too much for him. 

“What the fuck are you?” Jay demands as soon as he removes his mouth from you. 

You pant and whine. “I’m a human. Goddamn it, Jay, I was almost there!”

Jay shakes his head. “No, you’re not. I’ve never tasted blood like yours. Shit.”

You sigh dramatically. “Fine, I’ll finish myself.”

You reach between your legs but Jay grabs your hand before you can meet your mark. His eyes are blown, you almost can’t see the red iris. “I don’t think so.”

“Fucking decide then, goddamn it!”

You cry out as Jay latches himself back onto you again. You have to brace yourself against the headboard as his arms wrap around your thighs and you are even more firmly seated on his face. He follows every line of blood that has found your cunt. He feasts on your folds, even pushing his tongue into your hole to lick up all the blood. 

“Oh please, Jay, please, please,” You beg as you wind your hips. 

“So fucking good, the psychopath just had to be right,” Jay grumbles before he’s committed to tongue fucking you to completion. 

You collapse with a moan as you climax. You grind on Jay’s face until the pleasure you feel is a simple buzz in your finger tips. “Fuck.”

“Fuck is right,” Jay echoes you. 

You feel lightweight and slowly you slip to the side, unable to raise your arms. 

Jay catches you with a few choice curses. “Ah shit. You need a shot.” 

Carefully, he lowers you to the bed, and then he’s gone. The edge of your vision becomes faded and your ears start to ring. You were about to pass out but you can’t find the capacity to care. 

Hours, or seconds, you aren’t sure, pass and then Jay’s concerned face is above yours. Your body jolts as he slams something onto your chest. Suddenly, your vision is clear and your hearing returns to normal. Pain radiates from your chest but you feel like you could run a marathon.

“What did you just do?” You demand.

Jay scratches the back of his head sheepishly. “Too many of us have drank from you today. I gave you a shot that helps us in case we’re on the edge.”

You rub your chest where Jay stabbed you with the shot. “Jesus.”

“Yeah, we’re not exactly used to keeping you blood bags alive,” Jay admits.

You sigh and roll your eyes. “Thanks, I guess.”

Jay runs a hand through his hair as he sits on the edge of the bed. “Listen. I know it’s been rough for you…”

You pull down your clothes back into place, reaching for your shorts. “Rough.” You shake your head at how understated that term was. 

“Yeah. Okay. Worse than rough. You were sold and bought. Heeseung has become obsessed with you. He played one of our games with you. Jake bit you. And now we’ve…” Jay smirks to himself. “...well we had some fun too. But you seem like someone with a good head on their shoulders. Just don’t fuck up and I think you’ll be good.”

“Oh sure,” You mockingly agree. “Don’t piss off the psychopath serial killer vampires. No problem. Easy peasy.”

Jay’s eyes flash with barely suppressed anger. “See? Like that. Why do you have to be so goddamn provocative?”

“But that’s why Heeseung chose me, Jay. I’ve got fight in me, he keeps saying. You got what you paid for!”

It’s silent for a bit. You don’t know if Jay is absorbing your words or if he just doesn’t know what to say. Either way, he decides to settle further onto the bed, with his back propped against the headrest. 

“I don’t know how to do this either, you know,” Jay admits.

“This?” You wonder with a raised eyebrow, turning around to speak to him.

“Taking care of a human. A pet.”

“Don’t call me that,” You argue immediately.

“Whatever!” Jay shakes his head. “Most of the time we just kill you guys and--”

You hold your hand up, as if they could stop the words that are about to flood from Jay’s jabbering. “Please, spare me the details.”

“Don’t wanna hear what happens on level two?” Jay smirks.

“Not really.”

“Don’t wanna hear about how your boyfriend slits them on their wrists and lets the blood drain to the tiles? How he says that if they whimper and plead, it’s like music to his ears. How he enjoys slamming his knife over and over--”

“ALRIGHT I GET IT!” you shout, covering your ears. 

Jay moves to grab your wrists and tugs your hands from your ears. “Don’t you wanna hear how I like it?”

The damn vampire is getting off on torturing you mentally. You meet his amused gaze with a steely one of yours. “Fuck you.”

“I think I get it now,” Jay laughs, sitting back. 

You try to sleep, and you should, you’re beyond exhausted. But your brain is simply buzzing too much, or was that the result of the adrenaline and blood that Jay had shot you up with? How did he know what your blood type was? Was that why you were sweet? Questions circled in your mind over and over and you fitfully rested. 

You knew the sun had set when Heeseung entered the room. 

“You could knock,” Jay grumbles but there’s no bite behind it.

“Sweetheart,” Heeseung coos. He moves until he’s crouched in front of the bed. He’s like a kid that’s excited it's morning again. 

“Uh. Hi. Heeseung.”

Heeseung practically beams with inner glee. “Can we play again today?”

“I had to give her a thunder shot last night, Heeseung. How about we give her a break?” Jay suggests.

The information sits in Heeseung’s brain for a bit as if he’s computing it and then his eyes narrow down at Jay. “Now you know.”

Jay won’t meet Heeseung’s eyes. “Yeah yeah, gloat all you want. I know.”

“Three tastes and two bites, you’re getting around, sweetheart,” Jake’s teasing tone comes from the hallway as he walks by. 

“Again! Like I have had a choice in the manner!” You shout back but all you hear is Jake’s retreating laughter as he doesn’t stop. 

“You look tired,” Heeseung brings your attention back to him.

“I didn’t sleep well,” You admit.

Heeseung nods like he saw that coming. “It’s because you weren’t with me.”

“Oh, come on,” Jay scoffs. “You chased her through a hallway and then cut and licked her blood. What makes you think she would have slept well with you?!”

Heeseung smiles crookedly. “Our hearts sing to each other.”

Jay rolls his eyes. “Not this shit again.”

“This shit again?” Heeseung’s smile grows wider. “Please enlighten me what this shit is, Jongseong?”

“Stop. Using. That. Name,” Jay says through gritted teeth.

This time there is no one to intervene when Jay and Heeseung clash. They snap their teeth at each other’s necks, zipping and flashing at lightning speed, grunting as their bodies slam against each other. 

All you can manage is to wrap your arms around your head, hoping they remember you’re still in the room and to not accidentally kill you. 

“Enough!” Sunghoon shouts.

Normally, you would say that Sunghoon’s outer appearance is cool, calm and collected but he is a totally different man right now. His chest is heaving and his eyes are burning. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with us right now, or if it’s the catalyst on the bed, but this is done. No more fighting over the blood bag. She is just a fucking human who is feeding us!”

Heeseung’s eyebrows furrow together. “No she’s not! She’s more than that. Even Jay knows it now. Please, just feed from her. Then you’ll understand.”

“Fine!” Sunghoon agrees immediately. 

He storms into the room with such intense intent that you find yourself scurrying backwards on the bed. “Wait, Jay said you’ve already taken too much of my blood. I need a break.”

Sunghoon ignores your protests, crawling over you as you lie flat on the bed, as far away as you can get from him. “If I feel like draining you until barely a drop is left in you and then fill you back up with blood, I will. Don’t forget who is on top of the food chain, mortal.”

You whimper as Sunghoon grabs your wrist and brings it up to his mouth. He’s not nice about biting you either. After his fangs enter your skin, he turns his head sharply, ripping the skin as his fangs look to vacate your wrist quickly. It does give a steady flow of your blood, however. Sunghoon lifts your wrist above his head and pushes out his tongue, to let your blood drip onto it. He swallows it and still allows your blood to splatter onto his lips and face.

Sunghoon’s body shudders in reaction to the taste of your blood. “Delicious,” he murmurs.

“I smell--” Jake appears in the doorframe. “Oh. Sunghoon is starting a party in here, huh?”

“Do you hear her heart? Do you smell her scent? Do you feel her heat?” Heeseung demands insistently.

Sunghoon’s eyes zero in on you. You want to lean back from the scrutiny but there’s nowhere for you to go, certainly not with the firm hold of your wrist still. 

“You’re different. I don’t know why, nor do I really care, but…” Sunghoon stiffly nods in Heeseung’s direction. “I understand now.”

Heeseung visibly reacts, shoulder collapsing in relief. “Finally.”

“You guys are fucking crazy,” You whisper.

“Crazy for you, maybe,” Jake jokes.

“She’s not going to have anything delicious to provide us with if you let her bleed out,” Jay grunts.

Your vision becomes fussy and your world slows down, similar to after your moment with Jay. The last thing you see is Sunghoon’s calculating visage before everything goes to black.

You’re so very beautiful.

The way your skin seems to reflect the moonlight, the soft curve of your cheek.

The brilliant gleam of your elongated fangs as they sink into the flesh of your victim.

He swallows heavily as he watches from the shadows, unseen by you or your prey.

Tonight…tonight…

The words repeat in his mind like a mantra as the scent of iron fills the dark alley, the lifeblood spilling from the now lifeless body in your arms.

Oh to be held in those arms, he muses.

Countless nights he’s pursued you, silently stalking you through the dark alleys you use to hunt.

He’s adjusted his entire world to surround you, staying up all night and abandoning the light of the sun.

All for you.

Any semblance of sanity he had left fled the moment he set eyes upon you.

He barely suppresses a moan as you look around, your nostrils flaring as you seem to sense something amiss.

His lips curl as your dilated eyes suddenly widen then roll back, collapsing alongside the corpse beside you.

He waits a few moments, the only sounds in the silence his thumping heart as he finally steps from the shadows with a toothy smile.

“Mine…” He whispers.

His eyes linger on your vulnerable body, his hands shaking as he approaches you.

His tall lean frame shudders before he leans down to pick you up, barely able to suppress the ragged breathing at having you in his arms after all this time.

The only witness to the events are the rats scurrying off as he carries you off into the darkness.

He’s barely done securing the specially prepared armbands connecting you to the reinforced wall before your long lashes are fluttering as you stir.

Here’s the moment he’s been anticipating; if the shackles will hold or you’ll be able to overcome their weakening powers and you’ll make him your next victim.

Both hold their own appeal, for even if you break free and sink your fangs to drain him, he knows it will all be worth it.

The idea of your teeth tearing into his veins cause him to groan, pressing his palm to his growing arousal.

Your eyes finally fly open, and he doesn’t even flinch as you hiss and sit up, trying to lunge for him before the chains stop you.

His heart races and his eyes flash in triumph as the binds hold.  

Your shock and confusion only serve to arouse him even more, your eyes dropping to study the objects holding you captive.

A wolfish smile creeps over his face as he realizes it’s worked.

“What the-?” You hiss out a curse as your eyes dart from the chains around your arms and legs, to the red cords binding you, then back to him as he steps closer.

“I had them made especially for you.” He whispers, leaning in close enough to cup your cheek.

You attempt to grab his wrist to snap it, but shock washes over your features when he reverses the movement and grabs yours in return with ease.

“Shh…it’s okay…I won’t hurt you.” He whispers, bringing your palm to his lips.

He feels his heart tremble as realization dawns on your face. You’re completely at his mercy.  

“How…?” You ask, yanking at the chains. He can see the confusion in your eyes as you try to puzzle out how anything could possibly take away your inhuman strength.

“That doesn’t matter…what matters is that we’re together now. You don’t have to hunt anymore…you have me.”

“Who the fuck are you?” You finally snap, trying to yank your hand away but his grip is like a vice.

His eyes gleam in satisfaction as you struggle against him. The sense of complete power over you makes him let out a harsh grunt, pushing you down onto the bed as he pins your arms above your head.

“My name is Yunho…please…say my name. Oh how I’ve dreamt of you like this-” He whispers, dipping his head down to brush his lips over your ear.

You snap your fangs at him, almost catching his flesh before he pulls back with a deep chuckle.

“Ah…patience, darling…soon you can sink those gorgeous teeth into me…once you learn how to behave.”

“You fucking little-” 

“Ah ah ah…shhh…no need for insults when I’m going to take such good care of you…”

“Good care of me!?” You bark out a harsh laugh.

He pushes your thighs apart with his knees, and you can feel his thick bulge press into your pelvis.  

“You son of a bitch-!” 

He leans in to nuzzle his nose against your neck as you writhe beneath him, but it’s pointless.

“Ah you’re not used to being on this side of it, are you? Helpless…at someone else's mercy. Don’t worry, my pet…I won’t kill you. I could never…” 

“Bastard, I’ll tear your throat out-”

“I could hear you curse at me for eternity. Go ahead and insult me; it’s music to my ears. Tell me you hate me. Whatever words you utter I’ll relish.”

“When I get free-”

“Oh sweetheart…you’ll never be free of me…” He withdraws, standing up between your legs to look down upon you splayed out before him. 

The rapid panting escaping your throat only stirs his excitement and his dark eyes shine with barely contained madness.

He merely admires you as you give yet another half hearted tug to the cursed chains before you settle back, and he licks his lips as confusion and fear play over your gorgeous features.

He kneels down to run one of his slender fingers over one of the various red ropes looped around your torso, his lips parted as his gaze studies your face.

“Tell me you hate me…because before long…you’ll love me.” He whispers, bringing his wrist up to your lips.

His hand slips up behind your head, tangling in your hair as your fangs sink into his offered vein and you can’t help but drink.

His fingers tighten in your hair, pulling his arm back after only a few gulps, leaving your lips and teeth bloodied from him.

Your eyes widen as he brings his own wrist to his mouth, licking at the wound without ever breaking your gaze.

When he leans down to lick your bloodied mouth, you can’t even react.

“You’re crazy…” You whisper, as he pulls back and licks his lips. 

His delighted smile is the only answer you need.

He knows exactly what he is.

And now you belong to him.