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“Come on, baby—”

“No, Cheol. I have to go to work, and I cannot be late again.”

“Just the tip, please—”

“Cheol.”

It’s one of those mornings when your husband, Seungcheol, can’t keep his hands off you. It started early this morning when he woke you up with kisses before your alarm went off five minutes later. Not wanting to risk being late, you slipped out of bed and ran into the shower, hoping it would stop his antics. But then you catch him watching you as you dry off, discreetly palming himself under the blanket. You feel him creep up on you as you’re bent over, rubbing your body with your favorite lotion that leaves you smelling divine. You throw him a look in the mirror, watching him gaze at you with a mix of love and lust.

“It’s not happening, sir,” you warn, turning to face him. “I can’t be late to work today.”

“Why?” He raises his brows. “Do you have an important meeting today?”

“No,” you say carefully, acutely aware that you are still naked. “I just don’t want to be late today.”

You are putting up a brave front, stepping around him and into the closet. His hand brushes against your hips on the way, and tiny jolts of excitement spread throughout your body. Despite you saying no, your body says the opposite, your insides practically screaming to let him put in said tip. It doesn't help that Seungcheol looks the sexiest in the mornings, with his sleepy look and slightly disheveled hair. You imagine your fingers running through it, tugging it tightly while you kiss his perfect lips, riding him—

“Ahem.”

Snapping out of your reverie, you glance at Seungcheol before praying your perfume and body mist. He saunters toward you, his hands caressing your hips as his lips grace your neck. Your breath hitches involuntarily, your body betraying you as it reacts to his touch. He knows what he is doing, and you want to give in, but you must stay strong and stick to the schedule.

“Seungcheol,” you softly murmur, attempting to free yourself from him gently. “Not now.”

His fingers sneak lower, flirting with your bikini line. You turn, squinting your eyes at him before successfully unwrapping his hands around you and walking away. You had to leave for your own sake, because if you stayed a minute more, he would have you bent over the bathroom counter, again.

“I don’t know why you’re fighting it,” Seungcheol’s voice carries from the closet. “I know you’re thinking about it.”

A slow smirk plays on your lips, butterflies fluttering in your stomach at the vivid imagery playing in your head. Your body tingles with excitement and lust, thinking of the last time he suggested ‘just the tip.’ You hear shuffling in the closet, and you pretend to look busy, digging for something imaginary to deter Seungcheol on his conquest. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around, Seungcheol is shirtless, twirling the matching set of bra and panties you had set out for today. He has a mischievous glint in his eye that makes you gulp. God, you are in trouble.

“Are you looking for these?” Seungcheol asks, feigning innocence.

“Possibly…” your voice trails off, squinting your eyes at him. “Not sure how you ended up with them.”

“Maybe I wanted to help you get dressed, since you don’t want to be late and all.”

You scoff, moving towards him and attempting to grab your undergarments. “I’m a big girl,” you roll your eyes. “I can dress myself.”

“I know, I know,” Seungcheol nods in agreement. “But wouldn’t it be so much quicker if you had help?”

You raise your brow at him, aware of the game he is trying to play. You watch him lower himself to his knees, lifting your leg and sliding your panties through it. His eyes are pleading, practically begging for what he wants. He licks his bottom lip at the sight of your naked center, a small sigh escaping his lips. Heat surges through you like a blue flame, your cunt undoubtedly wet and craving his tongue.

“Stop,” you murmur, locking your gaze with his. “You know what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?” Seungheol teases, kissing your inner thigh. “Tell me.”

“Don’t be coy with me,” you say with a resigned sigh. Looking at the time displayed on your digital clock, you gently grab his chin with your fingers. “Do it before I change my mind.”

“With pleasure, baby.”

His tongue graces your folds, tasting and playing with your clit in ways that make you gasp, clutching onto his hair. He doesn’t break his contact with you, carnal lust taking over him as he hums in your pussy. Pleasure courses through your body at the littlest movements, your hips slowly riding his tongue.

Seungcheol grips your thighs tighter, and he delves deeper, slurping and moaning sounds echoing in the room. The vibrations of his lips make you twitch, gripping his hair tighter. “Fuck, Cheol,” you grit your teeth, pleasure shooting through your abdomen.

“You look divine on my tongue, baby,” he murmurs, not letting up. “Give me more.”

With renewed vigor, Seungcheol slips two fingers inside of you, and you see heaven. Your pussy clenches around him, his tongue flattening against your clit as he thrusts into you relentlessly. You’re coming undone, legs shaking as his name spills from your lips like a mantra. You make the mistake of looking down, his lips and cheeks covered with your nectar, and it sends you over the edge, screaming colorful obscenities as you fall into an abyss of pleasure.

Seungcheol is earnest, lapping up everything you offer him, gripping you tighter until your legs give out, your bed being your saving grace as you fall back. He chuckles, licking his lips incessantly as your wetness is spread all over his face. Mind fuzzy from the pleasure, you lie back on the bed, your sheets giving you a soft, cool reprieve to the hot sensation spreading all over your body.

“Are you okay, love?”

You make a minimal effort to lift yourself, studying your husband as he licks his lips, completely satisfied.

“I am… a puddle,” you burst into a giggle, in disbelief. “I can’t believe I let you rope me into that.”

“I can be creative,” Seungcheol gloats, running his fingers through his hair. The bed creaks as he climbs on, towering over you and kissing you deeply. You’re in a daze, his lips and your taste on his tongue putting you in a trance. You feel strung out, overflowing with a lust that only your husband can fix, and it doesn’t help that his tip is poking at your entrance through his boxers.

“So,” he clears his throat, drawing lines across your chest. “Did I earn it?”

You throw him a look before letting out a silvery laugh. Seungcheol, ever the pleaser since you first met him, will always make sure he does a good job. “I think you managed.”

Seungcheol looks at you, surprised, amusement etched on his face. “Managed?”

“Yes. Managed,” you tease him. “You could always be better.”

You roar into laughter as Seungcheol lifts your legs, shoving down his sweats and his large cock springing free. He taps it on your clit, oversensitivity and pleasure shooting through your thighs. Your nails dug into his arm in retaliation, a fire burning your belly as you crave to be fucked.

“Just the tip?” He asks, sliding slowly into your wetness. Your fingers cling to your sheets, your eyes rolling back as his girthy cock goes in inch by inch. You shouldn’t have teased him, you know this, because now he has you where he wants you, just as he planned.

“More than the tip,” you purr, accepting the inevitable. “All of it.”

Without warning, he snaps his hips into you, fucking you without mercy. His strokes are long, deep, the kind that fill you up with joy and leave you with tears in your eyes. He pulls you closer, tasting your skin as your nails dig deeper into his back. Your walls spasm around him, loving every minute of the dick he is dropping off, for sure punishment for your teasing earlier.

“Fuck,” you rasp, feeling your peak reaching once more. “You feel so fucking good.”

You feel him grin against your neck, hitting you with a final stroke before lifting you and turning you over. He scurries to the baseboard, beckoning for him to come to him, wiggling his glistening cock. You crawl over to him happily, climbing over and sinking on him slowly, both groaning in unified satisfaction.

“Come here,” Seungcheol mutters, pulling you closer. “Give me your lips.”

His kiss is gratifying, your tongues interwining with another as you ride him, bouncing on his cock the way he likes it. Your pussy gushes as he fucks back, his fingers rubbing your clit vigorously like he owns it. Hit with a shock of pleasure that courses through your veins, you increase the pace and pull his hair, chasing your second orgasm. As if he read your mind, he pounds into you harder, taking your nipple and sucking on it fervently.

“Fuck, I’m close,” you whimper, everything turning white.”Don’t stop.”

“Never, baby,” he grunts. “Give it to me.”

It comes sharp and quick, your legs shuddering and your moans throaty and wet. You cling to Seungcheol as he talks you through it, whispering songs of praise and peppering you with kisses. His thrusts become rigid, signaling his own release as he lets out a loud guttural moan, your walls still pulsating as he empties himself into you. Relishing in each other, you still, your hearts beating as one, as he caresses your back. Love can’t describe what you feel.

“Are you still going to go in?” Seungcheol asks, drawing lines along your back. “Stay home and make it a 3-day weekend.”

Chuckling in the crook of his neck, you gaze at him, kissing him softly. “This was all a part of your plan, huh? Fuck me good and leave me too tired to move?”

Seungcheol peals into laughter, caressing your cheek. “And if it was?”

You lock eyes with him, a knowing look on your face as you lift off him slowly. “Do you remember the last time you begged for ‘just the tip?’” You point at the nightstand, your finger directed at a shiny baby monitor on display next to your wedding portrait.

“So?” Seungcheol shrugs with a smug look. “We can always have another.”

You shake your head with laughter, making your escape before you give him any ideas. A baby’s cry is heard through the monitor, and your heart pangs with guilt. The sunlight shines through the blinds, casting a soft glow that promises a peaceful day. You silently laugh, your shoulders shaking heavily as it dawns on you that at the end, Seungcheol is going to get what he wants.

“Babe? I’m staying home.”

well, at least you didn't wake up with two disappointments. your eyes fluttered open, sheets pulled aside and you glanced down to see san, your disturbingly handsome husband, in between your legs. his dark eyes already looking at you as his tongue runs between your folds. you let out a moan as you feed your fingers through his black strands and you make sure to tug a little on them.

san moans in response and it sends a vibration straight through your core as he goes to suck on your clit. his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he pulls them further apart to the point of where they rest on his board shoulders.

you let out a soft laugh, "you devil, walking me up in the most sinful way."

"it is not sinful if you are my whole reason. i am devoted and wish to worship you," san replies back before he's diving back between your thighs. head moving from side to side as he begins to get lost in the taste of you. "she was calling out and gushing for me so badly, how could i possibly resist her."

ah, there he goes, talking about your pussy like it's a person. treating your pussy like a proper lady.

"would you think you're married and devoted to my cunt more than me, mister," you tease, knowing it will rile him up.

"not true, i'm only making sure every part of you is taken care of, and that includes this beautiful cunt. you could poison me with her taste and i would die the happiest man," he says, before goes back down to make-out with your lower lips. your juices spreading all over his lips and chin.

he looked like a ravaged mess and you adored it.

"mm, san," you moan out, pulling on his hair once more before you try to pull his whole body up towards you. san understands what you are doing and you can tell he reluctantly pulls away with a parting kiss before his body is hovering over yours.

you pull him down, his lips touching yours and he kisses you like its the only thing he knows how to do. san is passionate when he kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth and you taste yourself on his tongue. his hands begin to roam over your body, having it memorized since the first time he touched you many, many moons ago. he would rather die than forget what your body feels like against his.

"my goddess, you are so perfect, i just can't help myself," he says when he pulls away from your lips.

"my wicked love, then don't hold back. show me how much you are devoted to me," you tell him, a sly smile gracing your lips that leaves him groaning as he's positioning his body more.

you run your hands down his board chest as his hands grip your thighs to spread them, so he could fit between them. his cock was already hard and straining against his abdomen, the tip an angry red as it began to slowly leak. he took his cock with one hand, letting the tip run through your folds. his tip kissing your clit as his pre-cum smear and mixes with your juices from earlier.

you let out a low moan, "don't tease, my love."

san barks out a laugh, head tilted back and he looked like some greek god as the dim lights of the chandelier above shined down on him. breathtaking. "sorry, sometimes i can't help but tease you. i love seeing you a little pouty."

he then slowly began to enter you, pushing his cock past your folds and inside you – almost bullying his cock into your pussy. when he got halfway in, he leaned back over you, his hands gripping your thighs as he threw your legs over his shoulders. "s-so good, feels sooooo good," he mumbles to himself once he's fully inside you.

"like every time i'm inside you, you were made to destroy me."

he starts to thrusts, his cock moving in and out, in and out between your warm walls. you watch his eyes roll back slightly, a deep groan leaving his throat as you squeeze around him every time he sheathes himself fully inside you.

"o-oh fuck, you feel too good... too perfect."

your arms wrap around his neck, one hand trailing down his back and leaving marks as his hips continue to snap into yours. his lips trailed down your skin as he whispered every sin he could think of. and every word lit a fire in your blood and made you crave for more.

his name was like a curse on your lips. your name was a prayer on his.

he continued to thrusts, a little more slower now as if he's trying to savor the feeling of you around him. you could tell he was growing closer to the edge as he managed to maneuver and reposition one of your legs to wrap around his waist. the new angle makes you moan as his cock hits your sweet spot at a new angle.

"my love, you're close~"

"of c-course i am, how could i not when you feel this a-amazing," he replies back, head falling into the crook of your neck. you feel his lips pressing open mouth kisses, tongue trailing over your skin. "taste so divine."

when you finally reach your orgasm, you let out a loud, drawn-out moan as you cling to san. san isn't far behind you, stilling inside you as he pumps you full of his cum. he moans into your skin before he's lifting his head and kissing you. lips slowly molding against yours as your hand runs through his hair and playing with the ends of his black strands.

you both felt ruined, like nothing else in this world mattered more than being together like this in such an intimate way. the world could fall apart and burn to the ground and you would still cling to him despite the wreckage and ash around you. he's all you needed, if you didn't have him then nothing else mattered. you were as devoted to him as he was to you.

san rolled off you, laying next to you and chest still heaving as he looked at you with a lazy grin. you turned your head to kiss his cheek, hand coming to rest gently on his chest.

"the storm might have stopped outside, but you sure caused one inside, my devil," you say and san tilted his head towards the ceiling as he laughed, pulling you to him so you could rest your head on his chest.

"you remind me every day why i'm glad i said i do," he says, "till death do us part~"

Although you spent the last few hours getting ready, you didn’t feel prepared for the moment the door clicked and swung open, Hongjoong’ eyes falling on you and a charming smile stretching across his face.

“I’m glad you made it.”

You did your best to return the smile.

“Come in. I’m finishing a drink but I will be all yours shortly.”

The large apartment was filled with shiny, black surfaces, white marble and golden accents that brought everything together. Not many personal items were on display in the large living room connected to the kitchenette, but it was very much a show-off with how clean, shiny and luxurious it looked. However, after having been here more times than you could count, you knew that other rooms were in no way worse.   

There was a glass of water on the kitchenette counter that Hongjoong reached out to while you took off your coat and hung it by the entry. You watched as his throat bobbed with every sip, and smiled at the memory of teaching him to stay well hydrated before and after your encounters – he wasn’t so eager to listen to you at first, but he eventually gave in, making sure you saw him finish at least a full glass before the two of you would even sit together, just so you wouldn’t have to nag him about it.

You made your way to the black velvet couch that stood in the center of the living room, opposite of the large TV that was turned off for the time being.

Hongjoong soon joined you and sat down, one arm thrown over the back of the couch, right behind you, and stretched his neck with a groan. Your own movements were more timid as you sat closer to the edge, folding your hands in your lap. But you didn’t omit the way he tilted his head while stretching, the scent of his body breaking through the musky aroma of his cologne. Inviting. Tempting.

“How has the life been?” he asked casually, reaching to a remote and turning on the TV for some background noise before turning towards you with a smile.

“Same as ever. Nothing much changes when you’re my age” you laughed awkwardly. Hongjoong’s eyes dropped to your lips and you stuttered at the motion. “W-what about you?”

“Just business all around” he shrugged. “A lot of work, as always.”

“I hope you didn’t have too much coffee today” you grumbled. The man laughed at the memory – last time he was overworked, you consumed his blood with such amount of caffeine that your whole body was trembling for the whole next day.

“I didn’t, don’t worry. I had a full night of sleep today.”

“Good, good boy…” The words slipped before you could stop them, because you were fixated on his lower face so much you forgot yourself for a moment. “A-ah…”

Hongjoong’s chest shook with laughter and the corner of his lips lifted teasingly.

“Good boy, huh?”

From the way he shifted you could tell that the small talk was over. His hand reached to your face and tilted your lip, taking a long, knowing look at one of the sharp fangs in your mouth, retracted but still there, still present. You inhaled sharply. A shiver ran up your spine.

“Are you really old enough to call me that?” he teased. You were growing hyperaware of the warmth of his body where your knees now touched, and where his other arm was so close behind, almost closing around you. Your breath hitched.

“W-well, am I not…?” you tried saving your grace. Truly, your body was set in stone at much younger than he currently was, and even the real age didn’t prevent you from feeling like you’re the young, vulnerable woman caught in an older man’s embrace.

“You don’t look like it.”

“Looks can be deceiving. You know that. Y-you know how old I actually am.”

“So what?”

His hand traveled lower, wrapping around your throat and staying there. Gentle and unassuming, but carrying the weight that made your head spin.

“Are you even as old as you say? With the way I can imagine you blushing right now, I would say you’re barely a teen” he teased. “A virgin, to that.”

You bristled. He, of all people, should know better.

“I-I’m not-”

“I know you aren’t.” He pushed you down on the couch and crawled on top of you. You let out a whimper. It should be so easy to overpower a human, you thought. To push him back and make him submit to you by force – that’s what your nature was all about. You were predatory species, your entire point of being was to take from a prey like him.

Yet, you laid there, frozen, staring at him with your eyes wide. He must have known he was playing with fire; how could he not?

But he seemed to relish in the flames tickling his skin when he shaped them to his liking. And who were you to deny him that?

All those thoughts died in your mind when something glistened and a small pendant of a necklace slipped out of his satin dress shirt, dangling above your throat. Your eyes widened at the realization.

A cross. A silver cross.

Hongjoong caught your glance. And smirked.

“You told me crosses aren’t a problem.”

“B-but it’s made of silver.” You could almost feel the heat it resonated with.

The man leaned down a little and you held your breath.

“What will happen if it touches you?” he asked.

“It will hurt. Burn… like acid” you replied quietly.

“Is it dangerous?”

“N-no, but…”

He leaned down some more and the edge of the cross grazed your neck, making you let out a pained gasp. The sound of sizzling filled the air and you tried to squirm away, but Hongjoong’s hands grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back down.

“Don’t move, or it’ll happen again.”

Your chest heaved with each rapid breath you took.

“Hurts…”

“Just a little. You can take it.”

You squeezed your eyes closed. He was right. The pain wasn’t strong – it was the implication of it that terrified you more.

Something touched the raw wound on your neck, making you flinch. But the warmth was not the one of silver – it was on Hongjoong’s fingers as they brushed along the burn, watching it close slowly in front of his very eyes. Some of your blood caught on his thumb and he brought it to your face. You slowly blinked your eyes open.

Not a thought crossed your mind before you wrapped your lips around his finger. Your own blood wouldn’t suffice, no. But it wasn’t why doing this felt right. Your fangs ached dully, itching to bury in the flesh in their reach. You didn’t let the urge consume you.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked. You nodded with your eyes hazed. “How much?”

“I’m parched” you mumbled against his hand.

“Too bad.”

He pulled his thumb out of your mouth, making you whimper and try to follow, but his other hand pushed you away as he finally climbed off you, sitting back in his spot, hands resting on his thighs as he waited for you to regain your composure and sit back up.

You calmed down your breath, forcing yourself to sit up and pretend that the whole ordeal didn’t impact you like it did. As nonchalantly as you could muster, you smoothened the fabric of your dress and wiped the sealed skin of your neck, now only soiled with remains of blood, but no longer open.

You glared at him while trying to get your hair in order. Hongjoong’s gentle glance never left you, watching you with genuine curiosity.

“Why did you do that?” you grumbled.

“I was curious” he admitted innocently.

“Well, you satisfied your curiosity, so you can put it away now” you glared at the pendant on his chest instead. It rested against his skin so effortlessly you could almost believe it was harmless.

“Ask me nicely.”

Your hands froze mid-air as you just finished smoothening your hair to your best ability, and you slowly put them down in your lap, swallowing down your pride.

“Could you, please, put away all the silver that is currently within your range?” you drawled carefully. “And, while at it, all the garlic, too.”

Hongjoong’s chest shook with laughter at your last words. But he didn’t oppose this time, pulling the silver chain over his head and carelessly throwing it inside the drawer by the couch. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Could we just…?”

“Hm?”

“I told you I’m parched.”

“Hmm.”

He leaned back lazily. Another stretch of his neck – exposing the throat; you had no doubt now that the teasing was all on purpose, riling you up slowly and making your mouth water.

“Earn it.”

He glanced at you. There was no smile on his face now – only business. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You want to suck my blood” he drawled lazily. “Suck something else first.”

Although physically unable to blush, you were certain your expression said it all. Hongjoong didn’t budge.

And you didn’t expect him to.

It wouldn’t be the first time. Not really. Not by a long shot. It started slow – the way he allowed it to, and the way you were able to take. He stretched his presence into your comfort zone at a respectful pace, going further and further until you, yourself, forgot what your limits initially were. You didn’t imagine going back now. But it still astounded you that you made it this far.

You scooted a bit closer to him on the velvet couch, your fingers brushing his thigh, clad in black slacks that laid on his silhouette in this effortlessly perfect way, as though there was no way anything could ever look bad on him, anyway. Hongjoong leaned back, watching you intently, but not making a move to guide you – not for now, clearly curious as to what approach you would take.

And you knew what approach would feel right.

You weren’t about to leave his apartment in as pristine shape as you entered it, anyway. Might as well make the loss worth it – you thought, leaving the soft couch and sinking to your knees, making your way between Hongjoong’s legs, pushing his thighs apart to sit comfortably.

You looked up at him with a small smile in the corner of your lip.

“You’re quite confident about letting me have you in my mouth” you joked lightly. “What if I bite you down here?” You allowed your hand to move to his crotch, grazing his bulge with your nails. It made him return the smile.

“You wouldn’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“I trained you well, didn’t I?” He leaned forward, fingers grasping your chin, nails digging into your skin a bit more than necessary. “Or should we get back to basics? Should I fuck your face until you forget how to use those pretty little fangs of yours? Or bend you over so they are simply useless when I take that wet, undead cunt?”

Your breath caught in your throat at the crude words.

But there was no denying that you were growing wet from them, and Hongjoong knew how to push your buttons just about right. How to tease you, how to make you feel inferior in the sweetest way, maybe especially because you didn’t get to feel this way during your immortal life all that much.

As if he could see the cogs turning in your head, he let out a short, breathy laughter, before releasing your chin and leaning back, elbows resting on the backrest behind.

“Get to it.”

Your movements were careful at first, hands shaky as you reached towards the zipper, eyes fixated on the work in front of you because if you only glanced up towards Hongjoong himself, there was no way you would be able to focus on the task. You undid his slacks slowly, trying to steady your breath all the while.

You pulled down his boxers, and your mouth salivated. He was already semi-hard and your insides throbbed at the realization that he was impacted by you just as much as you were by him. It was a praise in itself, a recognition that you so desperately needed. Hongjoong’s attention was everything. If only you could please him in one way or another, gods, what else was there to want?

You felt yourself melt underneath him as you took him in your manicured hand, your lips pressing against his shaft with an expression of cult-like devotion. You dared a single look at his face – relaxed, yet fixated on you with intent. His fingers flexed in the air, a single white gold ring catching the light of the crystal chandelier above your heads.

You licked a long strip up his underside, your nails grazing him ever so slightly before you took the tip in your mouth. Your eyes closed, your thoughts slipping away at the familiarity of his shape and taste.

You took your time, slowly accommodating your throat to his thickness, setting an unhurried pace that you knew he could melt into, and when you glanced up once again, his own eyes were closed, silhouette relaxed, head leaning back in a way that exposed his delicious throat.

Your eyes caught a glimpse of a single vein pulsing right beneath his skin, a drop of sweat, tempting, calling you in… And before you realized, your fangs extended, and you rapidly pulled away, eyes widening at the hiss of pain just above you.

You- You nicked him. Your hands covered your mouth in panic. Your eyes shot up to meet his own, now fixated on you with a scowl on his face.

But then your gaze caught the smallest streak of blood running down the side of his length, and your eyes clouded for a second, your body leaning forward before you could even utter a thought.

Hongjoong’s fingers tangled in your hair, pulling you away before you reached him again. You whined.

“Really?” he scoffed, pushing you off him and onto the floor. You felt terror run through you at the brief thought of rejection.

But then you looked up and you saw his own eyes, flickering with something dangerous, but hungry, unsatiated.

And he was, undeniably, still hard.

Out of the chest pocket of his dress shirt, he pulled out a handkerchief. You watched intently as he brought the cloth to the wound. His blood, mixed with precum and your own saliva, soaked into the white fabric. Your eyes didn’t leave it for a second.

“Come here.”

You didn’t think before obeying.

Grabbing the back of your neck, Hongjoong shoved the dirty fabric in your mouth, and you moaned when the faintest flavor of his blood hit your tongue, although barely there, dissolved, impossible to satiate yourself with.

Without missing a beat, he pushed you onto the couch next to him, onto your hands and knees. You breathed heavily, still dazed, still fixated on nothing but the taste in your mouth. Hongjoong’s hands closed on your hips, fingers digging in as he leaned forward, hovering right above you. He clicked his tongue and a shiver ran down your spine, your back arching as you twisted your neck, trying to reach to him with your mouth. Hongjoong gripped you tighter.

“You’re a dumb slut, you know that, darling?” he seethed. “You didn’t even apologize. Blood-hungry, cock-hungry, either way you just need something in your mouth.” Whatever you tried to say, came out muffled around the fabric of Hongjoong’s handkerchief and turned into a whimper when his hand suddenly came down hard against your ass. “What was that? You can’t speak, you can’t do anything right, what are you, a mutt?”

His fingers moved, feeling you up through the wrinkled fabric of your dress, before closing around the back of your neck and pushing it down. Your elbows bent under the pressure, your cheek pressing into the black velvet of the couch.

“Stay.” The single word, spoken with almost-indifference, made your mind fog, and the position of pure submission, with your face down and arse up, only amplified that sensation. You felt the bottom of your dress being lifted until it no longer kept your lower half hidden, and Hongjoong hesitated only for a moment before pressing his hand against the last barrier – your lacy underwear. Your breath came out uneven when you unwittingly pressed back against him, and this one time he didn’t take it away, his own breaths heavy when you ground yourself against his palm. Your panties were already been soaked through, and he was touching the cold wetness now, so unnatural to what a human body should feel like.

It was less than a minute before he decided you’d had enough and grabbed the lace, pulling it down and off hastily. Not waiting any longer – you didn’t think either of you had any patience left – he lined up at your entrance, and you pushed back against him again. Your loud moan mixed with his barely-contained one.

“Fuck…”

“Joong…” You barely recognized your own voice, muffled through the handkerchief, a pathetic whine, so needy; an utter surrender.

Seemingly unable to hold back any longer, the man buried his length in you, all at once. Your fingers closed around nothing at the painful stretch. Shallow, strained breaths. You would heal in no time, you knew it, Hongjoong knew it, and that seemed to spur him on, pushing as far into you as he could, arms wrapping around your waist and holding you tightly as your body accommodated to his shape once again.

“There you go…” he whispered.

As if already knowing exactly the moment you’re ready, maybe from the way your body started relaxing for just a second it had, he pulled out almost completely and pushed in once again, roughly, and then once again, with even more force, until he set up a fast pace, with intensity that knocked the air out of your lungs.

Your body barely held itself up, only focused on trying to stay afloat during whatever Hongjoong decided to put you through. Your eyes were shut tightly, the tension in you growing rapidly, begging to be released. The sounds of your strained breaths and whimpers around your makeshift gag mixed with the ragged panting somewhere behind you and the noise of skin against skin, all doused in the scent of sex with that faint hue of Hongjoong’s blood that never quite dissipated. Were your fangs out or not, you weren’t even able to tell, not when your mind was hazed with pleasure and submission, with the sweet sensation of being dependent, taken apart and ruined.

And when you felt you would fall apart completely, Hongjoong suddenly pulled out of you; everything pulsed, everything still moved, hungry for more and relentless, when he snatched the handkerchief from your mouth and threw it aside, then sat on the couch and pulled you on top of him, one hand guiding his cock back into you when the other cupped your cheek, suddenly so desperate, suddenly just as needy as you were, filled with craving that only you could satiate. With remains of his pride and control thrown out the window, pulling you in closer as if he could not get enough.

His hold set the pace you did your best to follow, but now, with your eyes meeting from up close, you were barely aware of anything else. Your hands cupped his face, leaning down and making your lips meet in a messy, unsynchronized kiss.

“Bite me” he groaned against your mouth, a command, but with that hue of plea and desperation that made you ride him faster, more fiercely. A moan of your name slipped past Hongjoong’s lips as he tilted his head backwards, baring his throat to you, all sweaty, all inviting, all fucked out.

Your teeth bared on instinct, the hunger no longer possible to contain. You held on for just a moment, savoring the sight. So close now. You leaned in closer. Breathed in.

Your teeth buried in his neck.

The sweet ichor flooded your mouth and you moaned, the overwhelming sensation, melted with Hongjoong’s own pained groan, making you come undone on top of him, your muscles clenching, your teeth sinking deeper. Not even a few seconds later Hongjoong came as well, filling you, with everything he had, both your cunt and your mouth now full of him, full of Hongjoong, full of this luxurious goodness that you could kill for to keep all to yourself. You rode out both of your orgasms, letting the sensation take over. So good. So palatable.

And as the things gradually came to a still, you didn’t stop to take, filling yourself up to the brim.

“Enough, darling. Enough.”

Hongjoong’s hand patted your thigh gently and you reacted instantly, pulling your teeth out carefully. His expression was hazed, as though only half-present, but a small smile ghosted in the corner of his lip, a bit teasing, a bit of that fire he always had. He was slightly pale, and his hair was all tousled, and you didn’t even notice when you disheveled his shirt, now almost completely unbuttoned, showing all the sweat that ran down his chest. You wondered just how much more fucked out you must have looked right now.

You cupped his face, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs.

“You’re really something else, Joong.” A smile broke out on his face and you mirrored it with your own. “You make it so easy to forget I’m the invincible one.”

“Not exactly invincible, huh” he smirked, his fingers reaching to brush your throat, where his silver cross had burned you before. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“That wasn’t funny.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be. I told you I was curious. I meant it.” He caressed the skin gently now, rubbing it carefully, although he barely had any strength to hold himself up. “But I’m sorry. I should have asked first.”

You smiled proudly.

“I think I like you like this” you suddenly announced and the man blinked in confusion. “Don’t take me wrong, I liked you before, too. But, you are pretty cute when you lose some of that ego.”

A breathy laughter left him, before his hand dropped back to your waist, holding you just a bit closer for now. He was slowly falling asleep, and maybe, just maybe, you were enjoying that vulnerable version of him too much to keep him up.

“I will clean up and make you some sweet tea” you announced, finally climbing off his lap.

“Mhm…”

Hongjoong’s eyes were already closed, and you leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss into his forehead.

Even barely conscious, disheveled and sweaty, with smallest strands of blood running down his neck, to you, Kim Hongjoong still looked ethereal.

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You can’t even bring yourself to stop moving, despite the pain coursing through you. Your ears are flattened against your head, your eyes blurring with unshed tears as you huff quietly from the strain. You don’t even know where you are, the sharp scent of blood mangling your sense of smell.

You don’t even register the large grey wolf standing in front of you until you hear it growl low in its throat, its piercing grey eyes narrowed straight at you. Its lips curl in disgust as it takes a menacing step forward, its muscles rippling beneath its dark fur.

“Stupid creature, wandering into my territory like this,” it snarls, its voice a guttural rasp. “Can’t you hear the hunters? They’ll gut you if they find you like this.” Despite his harsh words, there’s a flicker of reluctant concern in his gaze as he notices the bloody trap dragging behind you.

You can barely form words, letting out a helpless bleat. The wolf’s words don’t register in your mind, and all you can think of is the impending doom meant for you. Giving up, you collapse to the ground, crashing against a tree as you pant heavily.

The wolf hesitates for a moment, then cautiously approaches your fallen form, its tail twitching warily. It sniffs at you, detecting the metallic tang of blood mixed with the musky scent of your kind. There’s no way it can’t tell you are a deer shifter now. With a grunt, it reaches out with a massive paw to gently nudge you with it.

“What use would I have for a broken, bleeding prey?” it mutters under its breath. But instead of turning away, it crouches down, using its teeth to carefully remove the mangled trap from your leg. The wound is deep, but not life-threatening. The wolf licks the gash clean, then begins to apply pressure with its tongue to stem the bleeding.

You whimper softly as the wet heat of its tongue washes over the throbbing cut, your body trembling from the shock of the pain. You’re too weak to pull away, your eyes fluttering shut as you focus on breathing through the discomfort. When you open your eyes again, you see the wolf watching you intently, its expression unreadable. You bleat once more before attempting to get up, but your torn up leg gives out again, and you land painfully on your stomach.

With an exasperated sign, the wolf settles beside you, nudging your side with its muzzle. “Slow down, foolish deer,” it commands gruffly. “You’re not going anywhere far anytime soon.”

It turns and pads back towards its den, expecting you to follow. Once inside, it nods towards a pile of soft furs. “Rest here. I’ll go clear your tracks and return when the sun sets.”

With that, it disappears into the back of the den, leaving you alone amidst the cosy nest of pelts. The warmth seeps into your chilled bones, and despite the lingering ache in your leg, you find yourself drifting off to sleep. As exhaustion claims you, you let out a contented sign, feeling the warmth envelop you like a comforting embrace despite the terrible pain crawling up your leg. Just before slipping into unconsciousness, you bleat softly, a thank-you.

Days pass in a blur of rest and recovery for you. The wolf – who you soon learnt he was a shifter as well, screaming when you woke up that very first night to see a human in front of you – tends to your wounds, changing the dressings and bringing you fresh water and berries. He keeps a close eye on you, ensuring you don’t wander off or cause yourself further harm.

As you regain your strength, your interactions become less strained. The wolf grows more accustomed to your presence, enjoying your soft bleats as he tends to the fire. However, he never lets his guard down and remains fiercely independent when you try and assist him in small ways.

One evening, as the moon casts a soft glow over the den, you watch him with wide, curious eyes, studying him intently as if trying to unravel his stoic façade. “What are you looking at, doe?”

You tilt your head. “What is your name?” you ask quietly. “I don’t think you ever told me.”

The wolf’s ears perk up at the question, a rare flicker of surprise crossing his features. “My name is Wooyoung,” he replies gruffly. “And it’s not important. You should focus on healing. Not asking unnecessary questions.” There’s a hint of defensiveness in his tone, as if revealing more about himself goes against his natural inclination for solitude.

Despite his snappy reply, Wooyoung continues the conversation, perhaps drawn in by your innocent curiosity., “Why do you want to know my name, anyway?” he asks, his voice a low rumble.

You hum, limping over. “You saved me,” you say as if it was a fact of nature. Your head lowers to meet his gaze. “I want to be able to thank you with your name, Wooyoung. I am called YN.”

Wooyoung’s expression remains guarded, but a faint glimmer of appreciation sparks in his eyes at the mention of gratitude. He nods curtly, acknowledging your gesture.

“I suppose ‘thank you’ will suffice,” he says, his tone still gruff but lacking its usual edge. “Just remember, I did what needed doing. Don’t go make a habit of getting caught in traps, YN.” There’s a hint of annoyance in his words, but it’s one tempered by a deeper understanding – one that recognizes the inherent fragility and resilience of life, especially in the wild. As the silence stretches between you both, you become acutely aware of his proximity, the warmth emanating from his large form and the way his chest lifts with every breath.

You hesitate for hardly a second before settling down beside him, leaving enough space for him to remain comfortable. “You’re nicer than you think,” you say quietly.

Wooyoung’s jaw clenches at the comment, his hackles rising slightly. “Don’t flatter me, doe,” he growls, his voice tinged with discomfort. “I just…I do what needs to be done.”

But despite his protestations, Wooyoung can’t help but steal glances at you, taking in the soft rhythm of your breathing and the peaceful expression on your face as you blink sleepily. As the night wears on, you slowly shift, body melting into your human form, a rare occurrence. Normally, you remain in your deer form for faster healing, but it’s a showcase of trust and vulnerability to sleep in such a defenseless form.

Despite the differences between you, there’s nothing but security and safety he’s offered you, and this is your attempt at showing your gratitude.

Time passes and you heal slowly. While you still struggle with a heavy limp and can’t roam far, you can move more freely now. But despite your best efforts to be friends, Wooyoung keeps a distant watch. He just observes you from a distance, his gaze always sharp with a mix of concern and wariness.

But as days turn into weeks, Wooyoung finds himself drawn to the den more frequently, but a deep-sated need to ensure your safety. You catch sight of him watching as you struggle to navigate the forest, your limping gait a testament to the lingering effects of your injury.

One evening, you gather the courage to limp over to where he sits by the door, watching out the window. “Wooyoung?” you call for him quietly.

Wooyoung’s ears prick up at the sound of his name, his attention snapping over to you. He eyes you approaching, taking in the set of your jaw and the tremble in your steps. He frowns, leaning forward, his body coiled tight like a spring. “What is it, doe?” he rumbles, his voice a low growl. “You shouldn’t be putting weight on that leg.” Despite his gruff words, there’s a note of concern beneath the surface that you can pick out.

You tilt your head. “May I sit with you?” you ask sweetly, trying to appeal to his protective instinct.

Wooyoung’s expression softens at the pleading look in your eyes, and pride blooms in your chest. He nods curtly, gesturing beside him. “Fine, but be careful not to jar that leg,” he warns. As you settle down, he shifts to accommodate you, his broad shoulder pressing against yours in a subtle display of affection.

The warmth of your body seeps into his, and you can feel him relaxing against you. He looks back out the window, his gaze lost in the twilight as your gentle breathing fills the silence. After a few minutes, you take initiative and rest your head on his shoulder, nose pressed into his warm neck. It’s a motion of trust and care, and he freezes at the touch. But as the seconds stretch on, Wooyoung relaxes, his hand coming to rest tentatively on your back, offering silent reassurance.

“Don’t get used to this, doe,” he murmurs, his voice low. “It’s just temporary.” Even though his words are gruff, though, you can tell he savours the closeness.

You smile, nuzzling further into him. “Thank you, Wooyoung. It means a lot to me,” you whisper, voice filled with gratitude.

Wooyoung swallows audibly. “You’re welcome, doe,” he trasps, his voice thick. “Just don’t read too much into it. I’m just doing this because I have to.”

Despite his words, Wooyoung’s hand remains on your back, a silent promise of continued support.

As the seasons change and winter’s chill sets in, Wooyoung allows your affections to continue, and he begins to slowly reciprocate. He begins teaching you the ways of his territory, protecting you from the stray coyotes and bringing you the sparse vegetation still growing.

Despite his initial reluctance, you know he’s come to rely on your presence just as much as you rely on his. He still maintains his aloof demeanour, but there’s a newfound warmth in his gaze whenever it lands on you. You don’t push, and you know he appreciates it.

One particularly frigid morning, as you trudge through a blanket of snow, Wooyoung suddenly stops., turning to you urgently. “Stay close and be quiet,” he whispers, his voice sharp with worry.

You snap your head over to look at Wooyoung, stepping closer to him, both of you immediately shifting to your animal forms. You can smell the sharp tang of metal and you freeze, remembering the same smell of the trap that had damaged you months ago. The one you still limp from.

Wooyoung’s hackles rise as he sniffs the air, his keen senses alerting him to the presence of a hunter nearby. His pride   screams at him to investigate, to learn more about the hunters, but he hesitates. There’s not just him to worry about now, not with you on the line.

He glances behind at you, and you can see your fearful expression reflected in his dark eyes. With a heavy sigh, Wooyoung makes a decision, his loyalty to you overriding his own curiosity. “Stay behind me, doe,” he instructs. “We need to head back to the den.”

You nod, staying close to his warm body, ears perked up and scanning the trees. You can hear the creak of metal underfoot and your heart races faster. Wooyoung moves cautiously, sniffing the ground, before he stops abruptly. You bump into his hindquarters, peering around him to see what he’s found.

There’s a gleaming metal trap on the ground, the look of it different from the one that was attached to you before, but the scent is familiar, the telltale signs of recent use making you shudder. The metal is cold to the touch, and the scent of oil and blood hangs heavy in the air. Wooyoung growls low in his throat, a mixture of anger and concern. “It’s a new one,” he mutters, “and it’s baited. Likely meant for deer shifters. They must’ve known.”

He looks back at you, his expression grim. “We need to destroy it. Stay put while I disable it.”

Without further ado, he shifts to his human form and begins to manipulate the intricate mechanism, using his deft fingers to loosen the springs and disengage the trigger. The process is delicate, requiring patience and precision, but he’s determined to render the trap useless.

As you stand there patiently, your ear flicks as you hear the soft crunch of snow. “Woo-“ you have no time to finish your warning when a shot rings out and you drop like a rock, red blooming on your left flank and dripping into the snow. A bleat of pain rips out of your lungs.

Time seems to slow as Wooyoung spins around, his eyes widening. The sound of the gun echoes through the forest, followed by your agonised cry as you collapse to the ground. In a flash, he’s by your side, immediately shifting to cover your body with his massive form. He sniffs the air, trying to pinpoint the location of the hunter, but all he can detect is the metallic scent of blood mingled with your terror.

“Doe…YN…” he croaks out, voice trembling with rage. Without hesitation, he drops down to lick at the wound, his tongue warm and soothing against your damaged flesh.

You try and fail to hold back your tears as you whimper, but Wooyoung’s comforting touch eases some of the agony. You attempt to stand, but fall once more. “Wooyoung, you can’t stay here. The hunter is still near…”

Wooyoung’s eyes flash with anger, clearly wanting to confront the threat head-on. But he knows you’re right – engaging the hunter would put both of you in danger. With a heavy growl, he nudges you towards a nearby thicket. “Get to cover, doe. I’ll draw him off.” Before you can protest, Wooyoung turns and bounds away, his powerful legs eating up the distance as he puts on a show of aggressing, barking and snarling loudly to attract the hunter’s attention.

You can’t do anything but crawl painfully through the underbrush, trying to make yourself as small as possible, vision blurring from blood loss and shock. You can hear the distant sounds of Wooyoung’s efforts through the trees, his fierce howls echoing. As you lay there, you know you must leave for the den immediately, before his efforts are in vain and the hunter makes you both his prey.

You carefully stand on shaky legs, shifting to your human form. It’ll be harder to move quickly, but the smaller size makes hiding easier. You press your hand to the wound to staunch the blood as you limp towards the direction of Wooyoung’s den.

Each step is like agony, but you push as much as you can, grateful for the snow that has started to fall, hiding your tracks and any blood that slips past your fingers. But as the cold bites through you, you collapse. With a last burst of effort, you shift back to your deer form to stay warm. You’re not far from the den, but you can’t bring yourself to move, crimson blood pooling in the white snow.

What feels like hours pass, your consciousness slipping in and out, when a familiar presence settles next to you. “Doe…” you can hear Wooyoung whisper desperately. “Hold on.”

You bleat quietly, lifting your head slightly before it flops back down. “Wooyoungie,” you murmur, “are they gone?”

“Yes, doe, they’ve gone,” Wooyoung murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “But we need to hurry. Can you stand?”

He gives your flank a gentle nudge, urging you to stand. There’s not much time – every second counts if they’re going to make it back to the den alive.

“No…” you mumble weakly, eyes closing. “Tired…”

Wooyoung whimpers softly, laying his head down on your lap. “Then we wait here, doe,” he says quietly. “Together.” It’s a silent promise that no matter what, he will stay by your side.

You open your eyes blearily, gazing down at Wooyoung. There’s something tender in his gesture, a vulnerability you’ve never seen before. “Thank you, Wooyoung,” you whisper, gathering what strength you can to nuzzle into the soft fur on his head.

Wooyoung’s eyes flutter close as your head rests on his own, leaning into your caress. For a moment, the pain and fear are gone from your mind, replaced with the simplicity of this quiet, intimate moment. The sun dips below the horizon, casting the forest in a soft, golden light, and you both remain intertwined. Time loses all meaning, and the world fades away to just the two of you, bound together by a loyalty that neither can break.

-

With his slow, careful attendance, the gunshot wound in your flank has stopped its bleeding thanks to Wooyoung’s licking, but the pain lingers. You lift your head wearily, but immediately become more alert. “Wooyoung,” you call out, bleating quietly to rouse him. “Smoke.”

Wooyoung’s ears perk up at your words, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the smoke scent wafting through the forest. He growls softly, rising to his feet with a grunt of effort. His muscles ache from staying in one position for so long, but he pushes through the discomfort.

“Can you walk now, doe?” he asks, bending his head to nudge you to your feet. His eyes roam over your body, assessing the damage before meeting your gaze.

You shake your head, legs quivering. “No,” you say. “Maybe…”

Bones crunch and crack as you shift to your human form. There’s blood smeared over your leg, but you’re standing a bit more steadily. “Maybe like this, but I’m not going to be fast…”

Wooyoung watches, aware of the pain etched on your face. “I can carry you, doe,” he offers, dipping low to allow you to climb onto his back. “Just hang on tight.” He looks at you still as softly as ever, despite the tension in his body.

When you hesitate, Wooyoung prods you with his nose. “…Okay,” you concede after a moment. “But tell me if you want me to get off. I can walk if it’s too much.”

Wooyoung nods, and the moment you settle on his back, he takes off at a brisk pace, keeping you as steady as possible. It’s dark out when you finally reach the den, deep in the heart of the forest. Wooyoung carries you inside, gently setting you on the soft bed of pelts, checking you over for any sign of exacerbated injury. “Are you okay, doe?” he asks, his voice soft.

You whine at the loss of his body warmth. “Tired,” you mumble out. “Can you…cold…” You furl into yourself, a shaky sigh leaving your mouth.

Wooyoung’s heart clenches at your request, immediately settling beside you, curling protectively around you, providing warmth and comfort. “Rest well, doe,” he murmurs, nuzzling his head against yours.

You shuffle closer, pressing into his broad chest as your breaths puff across him, little whimpers and bleats leaving your mouth. Wooyoung stirs slightly, pushing himself even closer to you. “Don’t worry, doe,” he whispers, voice thick with affection. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Despite everything, it’s a breakthrough in your relationship, both of you knowing no matter what, there’s no way you can let each other go.

As winter slowly recedes and the promise of spring fills the air once more, your wound heals again, and your limp becomes less prominent. Wooyoung awaits your awakening every morning, his tail thumping happily if you wake with a smile.

Although it’s never talked about, you begin weaving a blanket together, preparing for the next winter together. Wooyoung watches, a proud smile on his face whenever you take a moment to glance shyly at him. For the first time since you met, you allow yourself to believe, just maybe, you might have found your true home.

As the months pass, you settle into a comfortable routine, spending your days slowly making Wooyoung’s den homier and more suitable for a deer, and your nights in his arms. Your bond grows stronger every day, your connection deepening in ways you never would have expected with a wolf.

One hot summer day, as you both sit by the babbling brook that runs behind your home, you turn to Wooyoung. “…you know…fall is approaching,” you begin to say, shifting in your seat nervously as you peek at Wooyoung’s expression.

Wooyoung raises an eyebrow, leaning back against a large rock and crossing his arms over his chest. “And what about fall brings it to your mind, doe?” he prompts, his voice filled with amusement. “Planning on picking berries? Or perhaps hunting squirrels?”

You scoff, smacking his arm playfully. “Shut up, you’re so mean.” You pull your hand back, nerves returning. “Well, I don’t know if it’s the same for wolves, but…” you trail off, looking away as you try to compose yourself.

Wooyoung chuckles at your hesitation, reaching out to gently stroke your arm, the touch soothing. “What is it, doe?” he asks, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “What are you trying to ask me?”

In one breath, you spill it out with your eyes squeezed shut. “Mating season is coming up for deer and I want to spend it with you.”

To understand your babble, Wooyoung has to strain, but once the words click, he blinks in surprise, his eyebrows shooting up in disbelief. But his grin widens, revealing his sharp canines. “Is that so?” he teases, giving you a playful nudge. “And why would you want to do that, hmm? Trying to find some excitement during mating season?”

You groan, hiding your face behind your hands. “Stop teasing!” you whine. “I just want to be with you! Is that so much to ask, for you to hold me and kiss me and –“

You slap a hand over your mouth, gasping. “I’m going back inside. I think I hear – uh – the blanket needs to be finished!” Scrambling to your feet, you make your escape back, into the den.

You can feel Wooyoung watch with a fond smile as you flee, chuckling under his breath. “Mating season indeed,” he mutters loud enough for you to hear before rising to his feet and stretching languidly, following you back in.

He finds you busily weaving again, walking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “YN,” he murmurs into your ear, breath warm against your skin. “Don’t run away from me. I want to hear more about these plans of yours, doe.”

You squirm in his grasp, cheeks burning. “You heard me,” you mumble, refusing to meet his gaze. “I want you to…well…you know.” You cut yourself off again, the flush spread to your neck.

Pulling you tighter against him, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, Wooyoung chuckles. “Is that so?” he murmurs, his voice tantalising. “And just what do you think I should do, hm?”

He moves his hand lower, tracing the curve of your hip and sliding down to your thigh. His touch is feather-light, yet it sends sparks of electricity down your spine. You let out a squeak, tail twitching in response to his touch. “You know, like…uh – um…” you stutter, your face growing even warmer. With a sigh, you grumble half-heartedly, “You’re mean. I take it back. I’ll spend it by myself.”

Wooyoung lets out a hearty laugh at your feeble attempts to resist him. He turns you to face him fully, cupping your soft cheeks gently. “Oh, no you don’t, doe,” he murmurs, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips as he murmurs, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

His tongue presses past your lips, exploring the warmth of your mouth. As you kiss, Wooyoung pulls you closer, the hard bulge in his trousers pressing against you.

“Perhaps we should practice for it right now,” he rasps, pulling away for air, and you squawk, pressing your face into his shoulder in embarrassment.

“Greedy wolf,” you huff. “Can’t even wait until fall.”

Wooyoung chuckles at your feigned annoyance, his hands roaming over your body. He pulls you closer, pressing you against his arousal. “But doe,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe. “How else am I supposed to prepare for such an important event?”

You breathe in sharply. “Jerk yourself off?” you suggest, sticking out your tongue. “You should work on your patience, silly wolf.”

Hands tightening on your hips, Wooyoung laughs. “Oh, I have plenty of patience, doe,” he purrs, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “But sometimes…a man just needs a good fuck.”

He pulls away from you, stripping off his clothes before sitting on the soft, pelted bedding. “Come here, doe,” he beckons, patting the empty spot beside him.

You cross your arms, tapping your foot. “No fair,” you complain. “You’re always so bossy.” Yet, you comply and strip out of your clothing, tossing the ball of fabric at his head before crawling into his lap and straddling his thighs, holding back a smile at his sputter of indignation.

“I’m not bossy,” Wooyoung protests as he tosses the clothes aside and tugs you closer by your hips when you crawl into his lap. “You’re the one who wanted this.” His cock twitches despite the teasing, throbbing with anticipation. He slides a hand down, stroking himself slowly as he looks up at you.

You make a face. “I wanted this during mating season, when I’m all prepped and ready to take you. Now I gotta stretch myself out to have your stupid knot. It’s so much work.” Despite your complaining, you reach down to shove two fingers up your pussy, biting your lip at the feeling.

Wooyoung grins at your complaints, his grip on his cock tightening. “That’s not a bad thing, doe,” he hums, watching as you touch yourself atop his lap. “Getting all stretched out for me.”

His other hand moves to tease your clit, circling the bud with his thumb. “And don’t worry about the knot,” he adds, his voice dropping to a low growl. “I’ll make sure you’re ready for it.”

At his words, your legs clench and you whimper, head dropping down into the crook of his neck. “Can you help?” you gasp. “Can’t get deep enough…”

Wooyoung hums at your plea, dipping his head down and nudging at your cheek until he can press his lips against yours, tongue pushing into your mouth. “Let me help you, doe,” he coos, voice husky with desire as he pulls away from your lips reluctantly. His hand moves down to your clit, circling the sensitive bud as he feels your breath quicken. “Just relax. Let me take care of everything.”

He slips two fingers into your wet heat, curling and twisting to hit all the right spots. His thumb continues to circle your clit, adding to the pleasure coursing through you, your breathing ragged. You can’t help but rock your hips back and forth, grinding down needily.

“Yes, YN, just like that,” he growls, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth. Sucking and nibbling on it, he fingers you relentlessly. “Come for me. I want to feel you tighten around my fingers,” he demands, teeth grazing your nipple.

It’s as if his words sparked the immense heat in your core, and your nails dig into his shoulders. “Wooyoung!” you cry out, pleasure rippling through you. You slump against him, panting heavily as you can feel your pussy flutter rhythmically around his fingers.

Growling in satisfaction, Wooyoung slows his ministrations, allowing you to ride out your orgasm before pulling his fingers free.

“Better?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your flushed face. “Ready for the main event now, doe?”

You nod weakly, breathing still uneven. “Yeah,” you sigh, laying your head on his chest. “Give me a moment…I didn’t expect to come already.”

Wooyoung chuckles, stroking your back gently. Although he’s still hard, he waits patiently, pressing his lips to your temple. “Take your time, doe,” he murmurs. “We’ve got all night.”

You lay there for several minutes, catching your breath, thankful for the reprieve he’s granted you. He continues comforting you with his touch, letting you rest for as long as you need before you push yourself up, looking down at him.

“’M ready,” you say softly, and Wooyoung grins up at you, eyes dark with desire. He pulls you down for another heated kiss, tongue sliding past your lips in a tangle of tongues.

“Then come here, YN,” he murmurs into your mouth, reaching down to guide his cock to press against your hole. “Ready?”

At your nod, he pushes slowly inside, groaning as your heat envelops him. “Ah, doe,” he moans, burying himself inch by inch into your cunt. “So fucking good.”

You whimper, mouth dropping open as he slowly thrusts into you. “So big,” you whine, eyes squeezing shut before you open them again. Despite your half-hearted complain, you continue wriggling down onto his cock, the hot length spearing into you. Wooyoung grunts, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls back slightly to thrust back in, just a little deeper.

“God, you’re tight, YN,” he sighs through his nose, his voice strained with pleasure. “Your pussy is killing me.” He moves to cradle your ass, lifting you up and down on his cock. His thrusts become more desperate, cock swelling and knot starting to form.

You whimper, hips slowing as you become overwhelmed. Wooyoung continues to thrust up into you, unbothered. “Fuck, it’s not going to fit,” you whisper.

“Just relax, doe,” Wooyoung rumbles, his voice laced with lust. “Let your body adjust. You can take it.” His cock throbs against you, the knot throbbing insistently, demanding entrance.

You bite your lip, tears pricking at your eyes. “I’m trying! It’s hard,” you complain.

Wooyoung’s thrusts slow as he pulls you down to kiss you gently. “It’s okay, YN,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice soothing. “Just take it one step at a time. Breathe with me.” He takes a deep, steadying breath, nosing against your neck as you follow suit.

Grumbling, you manage to sink a few more inches down. “Stupid wolf knot. How do female wolves manage this every spring?”

Unable to help chuckling, Wooyoung tugs at your ear gently. “They’re used to it, doe. You’re not. But you’re doing great.” His cock twitches inside you, the need making his head spin. “Just a bit more, doe,” he encourages, his grip on your hips tightening.

You grunt, squirming to try and get comfortable. “This is never happening again. Ever.”

Stroking your cheek, Wooyoung hums fondly, nudging your nose with his own. “Yes dear,” he teases, “whatever you say.”

Despite your discomfort, you begin to relax around him, and Wooyoung begins to thrust again, his movements slow and deliberate. “You’re doing great, YN,” he praises, his voice low and appreciative. “Doing so well taking my cock.”

Slowly, painstakingly, you start to sink on his dick again but immediately pull back up. It doesn’t hurt, but just the knowledge of how fat it is makes you hesitate. “You’re practically halfway into my stomach. Are you sure I’m not already taking it all? How much cock do you even have” you whine, trying to stall.

Wooyoung grunts, his thrusts becoming more forceful as he feels your reluctance. Before you can blink, he grabs your hips and pushes you down, impaling you on his cock almost all the way to his knot. “There,” he growls, his voice laced with satisfaction. “Now you’re taking it all.”

Your body jerks as he presses into you, taking his entire length. “Shit, Wooyoung,” you whine. “That was mean.”

Wooyoung chuckles at your complaints. “You asked how much more,” he reminds, his tone light. “And now you know. Now let’s see if we can get my knot in.”

You shake your head half-heartedly, although you already have started grinding down again. “It’s too big,” you whine. “It won’t fit. I’m barely fitting the rest of you in me as is.”

Wooyoung grunts, his thumbs stroking circles on your hips. “Shh, doe,” he murmurs, voice back to being gentle. “It will. Just give it some time.” His cock throbs in you, the knot swollen fully. As he thrusts again, each movement forces the knot further inside you.

Thanks to the slick coating your cunt and his precum, the knot soon pops in and you keen, body tensing and trembling as you collapse against his chest. “You suck,” you gasp, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “I take back my request to spend my heat with you.”

“Don’t be like that, doe.” Wooyoung murmurs, although his eyes crinkle in amusement. “It didn’t hurt, right? You were ready. Now I have you all to myself.”

You grunt, but you know he’s right. And now that he’s fully seated in you, you’re eager for more. “You’ve always had me all to yourself, greedy wolf,” you murmur. “Now are you going to come or not?”

“Always so impatient, doe,” he laughs. “But fine.” Wooyoung pulls you in for a heated kiss, cock throbbing as he grinds impossibly deep. With a low groan, he thrusts again, knot catching on your hole before he plunges back in, sending tingles down your spine. “Ah, YN, so fucking good,” he whispers, pressing kisses to your cheek and neck.

Digging your nails into his shoulder, you whimper. “Come inside me,” you demand, rolling your hips against his. “I want it, Wooyoungie.”

Wooyoung grunts at your words, his movements becoming erratic. “Ah, doe, I’m close,” he rasps, voice hoarse. “God, gonna fill you up till you’re fucking dripping.”

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep within you, his dick pulsing as he comes, head thrown back. You gasp, body shaking as you crest over the edge again, the hot ropes of cum filling you up and making you whimper and sob in ecstasy.

As your pussy clenches around his length, Wooyoung holds you close, stroking your back as he rides out his orgasm. “That’s it,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl for me, doe.” He kisses the top of your head, his heart pounding in his chest.

The two of you lay intertwined for several minutes before you push yourself up, nuzzling into his cheek and pressing a kiss to his cheekbone. “You look pretty,” you mumble shyly.

Wooyoung tightens his hold on you, returning the kiss to your forehead. “Why thank you, YN. You’re not so bad yourself,” he hums, voice softer than you’ve ever heard before. His hand moves to cup your breast, thumbing over your nipple absentmindedly.

You giggle and squirm under his touch. “Stop that. I’m stuck to you until your knot goes down. Don’t I deserve some rest?”

Although he grumbles playfully, Wooyoung strokes your cheek affectionately. “Rest then,” he relents, pulling you onto his chest as he lays back, closing his eyes. The sound of your combined breathing fills the den and it’s not long before you fall asleep.

When you awake, Wooyoung still sleeps, his knot soft. You smile to yourself at the sight and slip off his length and pad over to the corner, picking up the moss blanket to lay over his body. You watch him for a little longer before turning away to prepare some soup, drinking your serving and setting a small bowl by the fire to keep warm for Wooyoung.

Carefully, you tiptoe out of the den to gather some berries. It doesn’t take long, but when you return, Wooyoung is awake and sipping at the soup. “Oh, you’re up,” you beam, setting down the basket and moving close to kiss the top of his head. “I meant to be back before you got up, I’m sorry.”

Wooyoung turns his head as you approach, his ears perking up at the sound of your voice. He sets aside the bowl of soup, reaching out to pull you into his lap. “No need to apologise, YN,” he murmurs, nuzzling into you. “You did well. Though I must say, I missed having you in my bed.” His hands move to caress your sides, brushing over the swell of your chest.

You giggle at the feeling, wriggling in his lap. “You take a wolf’s knot one time and they’re all over you,” you tease. “Silly predator animals.”

Wooyoung growls playfully at your teasing, his teeth grazing your neck. “Careful, doe,” he warns, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Or I might just have to remind you what happens when you challenge a wolf.” He pulls you flush against him, his cock stirring to life once more despite the recent mating.

Leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth, you can’t hold back a huff. “You’d think you’ve got a rut coming up, Wooyoungie. Are we sure it’s my mating season coming up and not yours?”

“Maybe I am, doe,” Wooyoung admits, his voice softening as he cups your face. “Never had a mate before. Guess I don’t know how to control myself around you.”

He leans in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue pushing in eagerly. You melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Well, I suppose I should be flattered,” you murmur against his lips, “even if you are insatiable. But you can’t fuck me this morning! My ass still aches.”

With a chuckle, Wooyoung breaks the kiss. “Okay, YN,” he promises, his voice gentle. “We’ll put a hold on it. Unless you change your mind.” His hand slides down your side, fingers dipping beneath your thighs to tease the sensitive flesh between them.

You squeak as his fingers circle your clit. “No way in hell. It was hard enough to even walk outside this morning. I can’t deal with it again. Brutish wolf.” Despite your protests, you snuggle closer to him, kissing his cheek.

“As you wish, doe,” he murmurs, his voice playful. “We’ll stick to gentler activities today.” Her captures your lips in another kiss.

Humming contentedly, you enjoy the gentle press of lips. After a few moments, you pull away, gazing up at him. “Could I mark you?” you ask shyly. “I’ll just bite you a little. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

Wooyoung pauses, his gaze meeting yours. A flicker of surprise crosses his features before he schools his expression into neutrality. “Mark me?” he repeats, his voice carefully neutral. “Why do you want to do that, doe?”

Your face flushes further, and you look away. “It’s a deer thing. Makes sure my body will register you as my mating partner. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

A blush creeps over your cheeks, and Wooyoung stares at it for a moment, his expression softening. “I didn’t say no, YN,” he murmurs, tilting his head to expose his neck. “Do as you please.”

You hesitate, then lean in, pressing a soft kiss to the base of his neck. “Thank you,” you whisper. Then you stink your teeth into his flesh, careful not to break skin. You only hold the bite for a moment before releasing him, lapping lightly at the spot to soothe it. There’s a slight outline of your teeth, and you can’t help the swell of pride in your chest at the sight.

Wooyoung remains still for a few more seconds after you pull away before reaching up to trace the bite mark. “So,” he murmurs. “Does this mean you’re mine now, doe?”

Smiling sweetly, you curl back into his embrace. “Mmhm. It won’t hold for very long, but I can just mark you again when it fades. If you’d like.”

A small smile pulls at Wooyoung’s lips, his hand moving to cup your face. “I’d like that, doe. Very much.” He leans in to peck your lips, the quick kiss lingering before he pulls away. “Wolf mating marks…they’re different. More intense. They leave scars. Yours—deer marks? They’re softer,” he muses, stroking your hair idly.

You nod. “Deer aren’t built for permanent bonds,” you explain. “Our matings are seasonal. Not lifelong.”

There’s a long, pregnant pause before you look up at the wolf shifter. “Would you want a permanent bond? With me?” You’re almost too scared to suggest it, but the softness in his eyes gives you courage.

“A lifetime is a long time, doe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and hesitant. “Are you sure you want to bind yourself with a solitary wolf?” There’s a vulnerability in his voice you haven’t heard before, and you can see the hope in his dark eyes.

“Yes,” you reply simply, without hesitation. “You’re not alone anymore, Wooyoung. Not if you don’t want to be.”

You hesitate, ears folding back slightly as you shift nervously in his lap. “…do you want to be?”

Wooyoung stares into your eyes, searching for something, something you don’t know. But he finds it, letting out a slow exhale and relaxing. “No,” he admits quietly. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. Stay with me, doe. Let me make you mine.”

Unable to help it, you beam, throwing your arms around him and peppering his face with kisses. “Of course I’ll stay,” you murmur. “I love you, Wooyoung. And I’m never letting you go.”

The bathroom door opens suddenly, and a pissed-off-looking Jaemin is standing there. His eyes drift to you sitting on the bathroom sink with your dress hiked up, then to Jungkook, standing in between your open, exposed legs, with his jeans loosened around his waist.

Jaemin’s face flushes crimson, the fury unmistakable as his eyes lock onto the scene unfolding before him. His fists clench at his sides, every muscle in his body tensing with barely contained rage.

Across from him, Jungkook lets out a nervous laugh, the tension crackling in the air around them.

“Oh, brother….”

𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓…

Jungkook taps incessantly on your shoulder, not stopping until you switch your attention from the view from the small window to him and take out your airpods.

“God, this flight feels like it’s never going to end. How much longer?” Jungkook whines, shifting in the seat next to you.

“We only have an hour left. Suck it up,” you reply, popping your airpods back in and restarting your music.

He gives you that classic puppy-dog face he always uses when he’s not getting enough of your attention.

You sigh, taking them out again. “What?” you ask, raising an eyebrow when he still says nothing. Before he can answer you, the overhead speaker crackles to life as the flight attendant makes an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we will begin our descent into Las Vegas shortly. Please make any final trips to the lavatories before returning to your seats, fasten your seatbelts, raise your tray tables, and ensure your seat backs are in the upright and locked positions.”

You're headed to Vegas for a post–college graduation celebration for Jaemin, Jungkook, and Jaehyun. It was originally supposed to be a guys’ trip until they found out you were coming. Then, suddenly, everyone invited their girlfriends. You didn’t mind, though. Honestly, you only wanted to come because you didn’t trust Jaemin and Jungkook not to get into another fight.

Jungkook had been unbelievably sweet the first time, he took everything from Jaemin without throwing a single punch back. He knew it was against the bro code to date you, sleep with you, or even think about you. You were so off-limits, yet he couldn’t resist you.

Once Jaemin finally cooled off, he and Jungkook talked things out after a month of silence. Since then, things have been smooth for the most part. Just a couple of minor arguments over dumb stuff, like best friends tend to have.

Still, you can’t shake the feeling that this trip has disaster written all over it. That’s why you were so dead-set on coming along. Jungkook caved first; he’s never been good at saying no to you. Jaemin agreed the next day, realizing that if Jungkook was bringing a girl, then he had an excuse to invite Kira, the girl he’s secretly in love with. And not wanting to be the odd one out, Jaehyun decided to invite his not-so-sneaky link along too.

“Will you come to the bathroom with me?” Jungkook asks, already rising from his seat, clearly expecting you to follow without question.

You blink at him. “What for?”

He doesn’t bother answering, and instead throws a look over his shoulder that makes your stomach flip.

With a sigh, you unbuckle and trail after him toward the back of the plane. He stops outside the lavatory and taps the door, eyes then noticing the small green indicator light that reads Vacant.

Glancing around to make sure no one’s watching, he quickly opens the door and ushers you inside. He slips in after you, locking the door behind him.

You’re immediately squished together, your back nearly hitting the tiny sink.

“What are you doing?” you whisper, annoyed and slightly breathless. “Both of us can’t fit in here.”

“I need you,” he murmurs, eyes dark and intense.

“Now?” you hiss. “You couldn’t wait until we’re in the luxurious king-sized bed that’s waiting for us?”

He leans in, brushing his lips along your neck. “I always need you,” he breathes. “I always want you. I always crave you.”

He presses hot, desperate kisses into your skin, moaning like he’s been touch-starved for days as your fingers tangle in his hair. His breath stutters against your neck when you tug just a little, pulling him closer.

“C’mon,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear. “Don’t you want to join the Mile High Club? Now’s the perfect chance…”

His hands drift lower, fingers teasing the waistband of your sweatpants with maddening slowness.

You roll your eyes, breath hitching. “And what if we get caught? Then we’re joining the No-Fly List instead.”

But before you can talk yourself out of it, his fingers dip between your thighs, and your argument dies in your throat.

Your back hits the mirror as he kisses you hungrily, all lips and tongue. The cramped space is forgotten the second he slips two fingers inside you, teasing you with shallow thrusts and curling them to hit your sweet spot.

“Jungkook,” you mewl, clutching his shirt to pull him closer, needing more.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he murmurs against your lips, his fingers now circling your clit, taunting you for what’s to come.

“Please fuck me,” you breathe, eyes glazed. You're already too far gone to care about consequences.

That’s all it takes. In one swift movement, he yanks your pants down, followed by his own. Wasting no time, he buries his thick cock deep inside you.

You bite your lip to keep from crying out as he starts to move, fast and rough, rocking into you over and over. Thank god you’re in the air, where the engines are loud and the small bumps of turbulence cover up any noises coming from the small space you two occupy.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, as he adjusts his hips to a new angle that has you on the verge of coming undone.

Jungkook is mid-thrust when someone starts aggressively knocking on the door.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

You freeze. He doesn’t.

“Ignore them, baby,” he growls into your ear, voice thick with lust. “I can’t stop now. Not until I come in this sweet little cunt of yours.”

His pace doesn’t falter as he speaks, hips slamming into yours.

“Fuck, I’m so hard for you. You’re dripping for me, so tight and so perfect. You hear that?” he grunts as he bottoms out again. “That wet little pussy’s begging for it. You’re such a cock-hungry slut, look at you.”

You moan, vision blurring, every filthy word driving you closer to the edge.

“I can feel you gripping me,” he pants. “You gonna come, baby? You want me to make you come all over my cock?”

You nod frantically, unable to form words. Everything in you is coiled tight, seconds from unraveling.

Your body arches against him as waves of pleasure crash through you, every nerve lit up, every muscle trembling. You clamp around him, moaning his name as your orgasm rips through you.

Jungkook doesn’t stop. He groans against your neck, fucking you through the aftershocks, his pace stuttering as he loses control.

“Fuck–” he chokes out, hips jerking as he buries himself deep one last time. His release shoots into you in hot, pulsing streaks, his whole body tensing as he moans your name one last time.

When it’s finally over, you gather yourself with a flushed face and shaky hands. Jungkook presses one last kiss to your temple before using some toilet paper to wipe his come that’s leaking out of you. You both try to straighten your clothes in the tiny mirror before unlocking the door to escape.

After opening the door, you’re met by the impatient glare of a teenage girl.

“I’m so sorry,” you mumble, sliding past her quickly. And then your heart drops.

Standing directly behind her, arms crossed and jaw tight, is your brother.

Jaemin stares at you both for a beat, his expression unreadable. Then he mutters, “God, you two act like newlyweds—fucking everywhere all the time.”

You can practically feel Jungkook smirk beside you. Cheeks burning, you drag him back to your aisle before he says something that would escalate the ordeal.

Turning your head back around once seated, you make eye contact with your brother who’s face looks just as pissed off. Like he’s silently calculating whether joining the mile-high version of Fight Club would be worth the federal charges.

The first few nights in Vegas were a blur of flashing lights and endless drinks. You danced until your feet ached and woke up with memories that felt like a dream. Last night was a well-needed break. The group opted for a low-key evening, which involved a quick dinner, a few drinks by the resort pool, and an early night to recharge.

Today, you’re still taking it easy. Lounging in the private pool that wraps around your suite, a hidden oasis high above the Vegas strip. The sun is warm on your skin, the water cool against your lower half as you lean on the edge and take in the view.

You close your eyes, breathing in the stillness, until the balcony door slides open.

“Where is everyone? All the rooms are empty.” Jungkook asks as he steps out, towel slung around his neck, sweat still clinging to his post-gym glow.

You tilt your head toward him without opening your eyes, resting your head on your arms. “Jaemin and Kira went to brunch earlier. And Jaehyun’s taking Sophia shopping as a way to make up for flirting with the hostess last night.”

He chuckles, stripping out of his gym clothes and easing into the water beside you.

“I told everyone we’d meet in the lobby at 10. DJ Johnny doesn’t go on until 11, so we’ve got plenty of time to get to the club.”

He hums in agreement, arms sliding around your waist as he pulls you close. For a moment, the two of you just float there in silence, the city stretching below and the desert sun catching the water in shimmering flecks.

“You look happy,” he says softly, his eyes scanning your face.

“I am happy,” you reply, smiling up at him.

He kisses you lightly at first. It’s sweet and unhurried, like he’s savoring this moment with you. But then it shifts. His lips grow firmer, more insistent. The hand on your waist slides lower, fingers pressing into your hip as his tongue parts your lips. The kiss deepens, turning molten. Your body responds instantly, pressing into him as heat begins to build beneath the surface of your skin.

His mouth trails down your neck as he pushes you gently against the pool’s edge. The water laps around you as his hands roam, exploring you, teasing you beneath the surface. You gasp when his fingers find their way between your thighs, and he smirks against your skin.

“Think you can handle me? I’m fully recharged and overflowing with energy,” you tease with a grin.

“You know the gym doesn’t drain me. If anything, it just pumps me up,” he murmurs, voice low and full of promise as he presses his hard length against you. “Think you can handle me?”

You chuckle, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for another kiss. He pulls the material of your bathing suit bottoms to the side before thrusting into you, the water adding a slow, gliding rhythm to every thrust. The city sparkles behind him, but you can’t take your eyes off his face.

“I love you,” you moan, breathless, pulling his face back to yours for another scorching kiss. Your lips crash together, tongues tangling, bodies clinging beneath the water like you’re trying to melt into each other.

“Let me show you how much I love you,” Jungkook growls against your mouth.

He grips your waist, lifting you just enough to slip out of you, only to slam back in, hard and deep. The water ripples violently around you as your hips meet with perfect timing repeatedly. You toss your head back with a gasp, eyes fluttering shut.

A low groan escapes him as he watches you come undone. One hand braces behind your back, the other reaches up to tug at the strings tied behind your neck. With a practiced flick, your bikini top slips loose and floats off beside you, forgotten.

His eyes darken as he stares at your bare chest, his mouth instantly descending to taste you. Jungkook leaves hot, wet kisses trailing over sensitive skin as he sucks a nipple between his lips.

You're lost in it, lost in him, until a familiar voice breaks your spell.

“Oh, shit,” Jaemin curses, immediately turning away, hand thrown up to shield his eyes. “What the fuck, you guys? Seriously?!”

You shriek, instinctively trying to cover yourself, but Jungkook barely flinches, holding you firmly against him, knowing that his broad shoulders hide you from your brother’s view.

From inside the suite, Kira peeks out, drawn by Jaemin’s raised voice. Her eyes widen the second she takes in the scene of you straddling Jungkook in the pool, easily able to figure out what you guys are up to.

Moving quickly to Jaemin’s arm with both hands. “Let’s go,” she says brightly, dragging him back toward the suite. “Give them some privacy.”

Jaemin mutters under his breath, still scowling. “Fucking hell. I take it back, you’re worse than newlyweds. At this point, you’re like like fucking horny teenagers.”

He throws a glare over his shoulder. “Jungkook! Don’t make me fuck you up again, bro. I will! Geez!”

“Oh, come on, Jaemin,” Kira laughs, tugging him away before his temper flares. “Don’t be such a cockblock. See you two later!” She shoots you a wink just before disappearing inside, her voice echoing faintly, still teasing Jaemin for his unlucky streak of catching you two.

You make a mental note to buy her a thank-you drink tonight.

But that thought vanishes the second Jungkook thrusts up into you again, dragging you back into the moment. The water splashes around you with every movement, slapping softly against the tiled edges of the pool.

Your head falls back, mouth parted in a silent moan as your body clenches around him again. And this time, there’s no holding back.

You’re not exactly sure how you ended up here.

When you and Jungkook slipped out of the club earlier tonight, ditching your friends in a whirlwind of whispered giggles and stolen touches, you figured it would end in another wild quickie somewhere. And to be fair, it started that way. He had his hands all over you in the back of the taxi, his mouth on your neck as the Strip blurred by.

But then, the car dropped you both off at the far end of Las Vegas Boulevard, where you ran straight into a group of strangers who swore they’d partied with you on your first night in town. Whether they were right or not didn’t really matter; they bought you shots like old friends and kept them coming, one after the other, until the world tilted sideways.

And somehow...you agreed to Jungkook’s crazy idea.

Now you’re standing inside a chapel bathed in neon pink light, next to a man in a bedazzled Elvis costume who smells faintly of old cologne and too much hairspray. Jungkook is holding both of your hands in his, his fingers warm and solid around yours. His grin is so wide it practically splits his face in half, his eyes crinkling with drunken joy as he watches the impersonator read the vows.

“Do you, Jeon Jungkook, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Elvis says in a dramatic drawl.

“I do,” Jungkook replies without hesitation, his voice thick with emotion, and maybe tequila. “With my whole heart.”

He slips a thin silver ring onto your finger. One he bought just minutes ago from a display stand outside. It’s slightly too big and also a little tacky, but somehow perfect.

Now it’s your turn. You blink up at him, your heart thudding wildly in your chest.

“I do,” you say softly, biting back a giddy laugh. “With my whole heart.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” the Elvis impersonator declares with flair, throwing out his arms. “You may kiss!”

Jungkook’s hands envelop your face as he kisses you, sealing your fate.

The handful of drunk couples that are waiting for their turn cheer loudly as Jungkook lifts you straight off your feet. You wrap your arms around his neck, squealing as he carries you bridal-style down the narrow aisle and out of the chapel, laughing the whole way.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” you say breathlessly, still laughing as you cup his jaw and guide him into another messy kiss.

“I can’t either,” he says against your lips, eyes shining. “But god, I’m so ridiculously happy right now.”

He sets you down and pulls you close, forehead pressed to yours.

“Mrs. Jeon Jungkook, you make me so fucking happy. I love you, baby. So much.”

You can’t stop smiling and neither can he.

The next morning, your head feels like it’s still spinning. The light bleeding through the hotel curtains is too bright, stabbing straight into your skull. You groan and crack an eye open, trying to piece together where you are, and more importantly, what the hell happened last night.

Bits and pieces flash into your memory.

The pounding bass of the DJ set. Clinking shot glasses. Jungkook’s laughter against your ear, both of you cracking up about something that felt hilarious at the time. Though now you can’t recall a single detail.

You shift beneath the sheets, rubbing your eyes, when something cool and metallic catches your attention.

You pause, blinking.

There’s a ring on your finger.

A ring.

You yank your hand back and jump upright, heart now thudding in your chest like it’s trying to break free. In your sudden panic, your elbow smacks straight into Jungkook’s face.

“Ow! What the–” he groans, rolling onto his side. “Babe, what was that for?”

“Oh my god,” you whisper, scrambling out of bed.

Still half-drunk, half-hungover, and fully spiraling, you make a beeline for the bathroom and immediately hurl the remnants of last night into the toilet.

Your knees hit the cold tile as you clutch the porcelain bowl, your mind spinning even faster than your stomach.

Jungkook is at your side a moment later. Sleepy, shirtless, and concerned, he crouches beside you without saying a word, gently pulling your hair back and rubbing slow, soothing circles across your spine.

“Breathe,” he murmurs. “It’s okay. Just breathe.”

Once you’re fairly certain your insides are empty, you lean back on your heels, wiping your mouth with a towel and groaning.

“I feel like death,” you mumble.

“You look beautiful,” Jungkook says with a lazy smile, though his eyes are scanning your face carefully. Searching. Bracing.

He stands, reaching into the shower to turn on the water. Steam starts to fill the bathroom as he undresses and steps inside, then turns to hold out his hand for you.

You hesitate.

Your eyes drop to the ring on your finger again, then flick back to his face.

He doesn’t say anything, but he doesn’t need to. You can tell he’s watching you closely, reading every micro-expression, seeing if you have any doubt. There’s no trace of regret in his eyes, but there’s a quiet question behind them.

What are you feeling? And are we okay?

You reach for his hand and step in beside him.

You wash up quickly, letting the hot water rinse away the hangover haze clinging to your skin. Feeling clean doesn’t solve everything, but it helps ground you.

After drying off and throwing on fresh clothes, you sit on the edge of the bed and breathe for a moment. Jungkook's quiet, giving you space, but you can still feel his eyes on you.

Then, finally, he breaks the silence.

“C’mon,” he says gently. “Let’s get some breakfast and cure your hangover before you spiral again. I got a text from Jaemin, they’re waiting for us in the lobby if we want to join everyone for brunch.”

You nod, grabbing your phone and purse before the two of you leave the suite and step into the elevator. Oh god…how are you going to tell everyone…

Jungkook speaks again once the elevator doors close. “Well, last night happened.”

You exhale, almost laughing. “Yeah. I guess it did.”

You start picking at your fingernails, nerves creeping in again as the elevator begins its descent. Jungkook notices instantly.

“Hey,” he says, catching your hands in his. “Don’t do that. Don’t second-guess this. I’m happy. Let’s be happy.”

You look up at him. He gives you that soft smile, the one that always manages to settle your heart.

He pulls you into a hug, wrapping you up like he’s trying to shield you from the chaos of the outside world.

“It’s not how I imagined it, not even close,” he says, resting his chin on your shoulder. “But you know what? I love that I get to call you my wife now. I like that I’m your husband.”

He leans back just enough to nuzzle into your cheek, his lips brushing against your skin in a quiet, reassuring gesture.

And for a moment, your worries melt away. Because if nothing else, you’ve got him. And maybe that’s more than enough.

His hand squeezes your waist as the elevator descends, and you feel his fingers trailing lower, skimming the hem of your skirt with intent.

“Jungkook…” you murmur, glancing toward the mirrored walls, but he’s already moving, slipping his hand beneath the fabric like he owns you, because, well, after last night…he kind of does. And you kind of like that.

His fingers find your heat instantly, and your breath catches in your throat.

“So wet already,” he hums against your ear, voice low and dangerous. “You want to get caught, don’t you?”

You press your back against the elevator wall, heart hammering as his thumb begins to circle your clit.

It feels so good that you can barely stand. The pressure is building fast, your thighs trembling as he slides two fingers inside you.

“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut as he curls them just right.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he says, nipping your earlobe. “Look at yourself. Watch how fucking wrecked you look when I touch you.”

Your gaze finds the mirrored wall. You see your parted lips, the way your chest rises and falls, the dark hunger in Jungkook’s eyes as he watches you unravel.

He moves faster, fucking you with his fingers, thumb pressed tight to your clit.

“Scream my name, baby. Who makes you feel this good? Who makes you come uncontrollably?”

“Jungkook!” you cry out before you can think.

He sinks his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt but enough to make you gasp.

“Wrong,” he growls. “Try again.”

“M–my husband,” you stammer, on the verge of falling apart. “My husband makes me come uncontrollably.”

“That’s right,” he whispers, voice thick with pride and lust. “That’s fucking right, wife. Now come all over these fingers. You’ve earned it.”

And you do, trembling, legs barely holding you up, biting down a scream as wave after wave crashes over you.

As the elevator nears the lobby, he slowly pulls his hand from between your thighs, sucking one of his fingers into his mouth like he’s tasting the best thing he's ever had before returning it for more.

“Wow,” you pant, trying to catch your breath. “Being married already has its perks.”

He smirks, using his other hand to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Baby, we haven’t even started collecting the benefits.”

The elevator dings softly as it reaches the lobby, and the doors slide open with an almost theatrical slowness, just in time to reveal a very pissed-off-looking Jaemin standing directly in front of you.

Judging by the way his jaw is clenched and the murderous glare aimed at the two of you, he definitely heard the tail end of that little scene. Probably more.

“You’re married?!” Jaemin’s voice echoes through the lobby, loud enough to turn heads. A few bystanders pause mid-step, curious and mildly entertained by the drama unfolding in front of the elevators.

Thankfully, he hasn’t seemed to notice Jungkook’s hand still slick from where it was between your thighs before he reluctantly slips it away.

Jungkook glances over his shoulder, letting out a sheepish laugh. “Well, the honeymoon’s off to a strong start. Guess your newlyweds joke actually fits now…”

Jaemin takes a slow, threatening step forward and Jungkook tenses beside you, instinctively bracing for whatever’s coming next, whether it’s a punch, a lecture, or both. But when his eyes flick back to yours, and he sees the worry written all over your face, his shoulders square a little more.

Whatever’s coming, he knows it’s all worth it.

“Oh, baby…”

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These events, whether arranged by your mother or your father's business associates, were always long, suffocating, and utterly boring. What else was there to do but nod through the fake pleasantries, champagne glass in hand? Lately, drinking was the only way to pass the time in this shiny cage your parents called High Society.

“I’m fine, Mom,” you said, wishing a cocktail would materialize in your hand. “Where are the guests of honor, anyway?” You couldn't stop the snarl in your voice as you scanned the room for a waiter.

“Please take this seriously.” She leaned closer, her eyes looking around the room, shooting smiles to people passing by. “This is very important for me… and your father, of course.” The brief pause spoke volumes. “You have to make a good first impression with Mr. Jeong and his son. This is good for you too.”

“For me mom, sure about that?”

You saw the sudden tension in her face as she sighed deeply. At that moment, she looked so old and tired, despite the subtle fixes done to her face and the heavy makeup that she sued to hide any reminders of his old self.

“I’m sorry,” you relented. “Just please don’t bug me about it anymore. It’s enough that I might have to marry a man I don’t even know.”

She chuckled subtly, taking your arm and squeezing it, a gesture that felt more like a restraint. “Honey, you know how hard your father has worked to get us the life we have now. This partnership will finally secure everything he's worked for. Please remember all the sacrifices your father has made for us."

Her words were toxic, threatening, and you felt sickened by the way your own mother decided to present you— like an auction item. She was about to add something else when your father’s booming voice announced his arrival. Your mother released your arm, giving your back a final, decisive pat. The discussion was over.

“My princess! Mr. Jeong and his son are about to arrive. Are you nervous?” he asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

You smiled, the feeling of disgust settling in your gut. You were about to be traded to a family of crows, and you knew well that they didn't truly like or even respect your family.

“Yes, Dad. Thrilled.”

Your mom shot you an irritated look, but he didn’t notice. He wrapped his arm around her waist and steered her away, leaving you with your own thoughts, that right now revolved around someone specifically. 

Jeong Yunho and his family of crows.

The Jeong heir had a reputation, whispered in rumors and confirmed by practically every privileged kid in the city. You could swear it echoed across the entire country.

Yunho was around your age, but he never  attended real parties; the ones your rich friends threw; not the stiff pretentious montages your parents and their associates loved. According to the rumors, the young heir of Jeong Co. believed he was something closer to a king, and everyone around him was there to serve him. Soon, that would include you and your family.

The Jeongs, like everyone in their exclusive circle, were well aware of how your father had made his fortune over the last decade. He had started as a middle-class man and worked his way up with effort and sacrifice. A few years ago, a good investment finally paid off, giving him a status and profile your family had never known. For the Jeongs and your father’s partners, your family were the classic "new-rich"— not part of the authentic royalty his associates were accustomed to.

Now, you remembered fondly the modest house you used to live in, playing with neighbor kids, attending public school and being a normal kid. Now, you have to maintain a polished image, learn to navigate high society, and marry the son of a business partner to solidify the family’s name. You hated it all, but you wouldn't hurt your father or ruin what he’d worked so hard to get. So you accepted it, even if you felt you had every right to hate it.

Keeping yourself out of trouble has been hard. After a lifetime of freedom, having to behave a certain way felt claustrophobic. All the money wasn't worth the loss of being yourself, of doing the things you loved. Watching your mother's drastic shift;her embrace of sudden wealth and power was the hardest part. Greed was all you saw in her now, growing with every closed deal.

It became significantly harder to ignore your discomfort when she told you he was the one: the arrogant prince. Nonetheless, you complied with your parents’ wishes and accepted the meeting. It´s not like you had a choice anyways.

Now, feeling suffocated, you scanned the hall again, desperate for air to drown your anxiety and annoyance. That’s when you spotted your friend Jongho, leaning against the bar counter, ordering a drink as usual.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were also forced to come,” you greeted him, taking the stool next to him.

“Hey!,” Jongho smiled back, signaling the bartender for an extra glass of whatever he'd just ordered. “I’m here against my will, too. Might as well take advantage of the bar.”

Jongho was pretty much the only guy your age who wasn’t a pretentious snake, and the only person you genuinely liked talking to.

The bartender placed the two drinks. After a quick clink of glasses, you both drank it in one shot.

“One more!” Jongho winked at the bartender.

“Easy, tiger, isn’t your father here?” you asked, glancing around looking for Mr. Choi. Jongho looked quite tipsy already.

“I don’t care. He threatened to disown me if I didn´t comply, so he’ll have to assume the consequences.” He giggled.

Of course, Jongho didn’t care. His father was one of the richest man here; Jongho’s recklessness wouldn't affect his standing in the slightest. You briefly wished your parents had arranged your marriage with Jongho instead. That would have been amusing for both of you.

“Is the king here yet?” Jongho mocked. He was the only one who knew about your impending contract with the Jeong family.

“Very funny,” you replied dryly. “Still unconfirmed. Maybe he'll see me and declare I’m unworthy. I actually wish that would happen. Maybe my parents would finally have to leave me alone.”

“Well, we’re about to find out,” he said, nodding towards the entrance.

You turned in the direction Jongho indicated and saw Jeong Yunho and his father finally arriving. They looked like an Armani ad, not a hair out of place, suits perfectly tailored. You hated to admit it, but they did stand out.

You watch as they greet people, walking toward the center of the hall. Yunho smiled brightly, radiating class. Practically everyone in the hall turned to see him, whispering and the younger ones even giggling. Clearly, the rumor of your probable marriage hadn't spread yet, or they would be looking at you, too. Before you noticed, they were standing beside your parents. The drag-you-over moment was imminent.

“I’m gonna need this,” you said, finishing your drink.

“Good luck, soldier,” Jongho smiled, doing the same.

You decided to avoid the embarrassment of your parents having to hunt you down. You walked towards them, trying to keep your posture straight and relax your face so your discomfort wasn't obvious.

The bright smile on Yunho’s face faded slowly as you approached. Both he and his father offered a stoic, reserved expression, making it impossible to read their thoughts.

“Ah, my princess!” your father chirped, beaming from ear to ear. He introduced you to the Jeongs. With annoyance you watched them subtly mock at the nickname your father used for you.

They forced polite but minimal smiles at you. It made you feel worse than you’d imagined, and it was comical that your father didn't notice. Your mother did, you were sure, but she was an expert at ignoring anything that threatened her ambition.

After a few more strained formalities, Mr. Jeong and your parents left to continue their business talk with others, leaving you and Yunho alone to, in your father’s words, ‘get to know each other.’ You stood there awkwardly as people continued to greet Yunho. Your eyes sought comfort elsewhere. You found Jongho, still at the counter, now chatting animatedly with the bartender. He sure is quick, you thought, shaking your head.

“Come with me.”

Yunho’s calm but commanding voice snapped you out of your thoughts. He offered you his arm. After a moment of hesitation, you intertwined your arm with his. He guided you through the crowd, nodding and smiling to everyone. Now, everyone was definitely whispering about you as he led you to the back of the hall, entering a separate room and closing the door behind you.

The room was a large study: books lined the walls, and a beautiful, wood-crafted desk was neatly arranged with business stationery. As soon as the door clicked shut, he walked to the window and opened it slightly. A chill breeze entered the room, making you shiver in your thin dress. Yunho had his back to you and didn’t turn as he finally spoke.

“You could have at least tried not to look so disgusted.”

Your eyes flew open in disbelief. His words were as bitter as the look in his eyes when you’d approached moments before.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he answered calmly, turning to face you. His face was blank, his hands resting in his pockets. The infuriating straightness of his posture made you want to throw something at him. “If we’re going to do this, you need to learn how to put on a mask,” he continued, his tone unbothered.

“A mask?” You arched your eyebrows, crossing your arms. “I don’t need a guide on how to behave, and certainly not from you.”

Yunho sat on the arm of the leather chair beside him, his fingers now laced together on his thighs.

“I´m not so sure about that.” A sudden, sharp pinch hit your chest. “I can smell you’ve been drinking,” he continued calmly. “We don’t come to these events to get wasted. That’s a habit I don’t want to assume you are used to.” He dismissed your obvious annoyance.

You took a deep breath, fighting for composure. “Listen, I’m not happy about this either. For all I care, you can tell my parents you don’t want to marry me, and we can end this fiasco before it even starts.”

“Who told you I don’t want to marry you?” Yunho arched an eyebrow. You didn't respond, and he continued. “We have to. It’s business. I don’t expect you to be the perfect wife, due to your background. But at least I need you to behave when we’re out in events like this.”

“My background?!”

“Yes, your background,” he asserted, stating the obvious truth. “As I said, I expect nothing more than a well-mannered, good-looking wife. There’s no turning back from this, so we better set things clear now.”

You pressed your lips together to stop saying something you might regret later. The anger was a burning flush over your body. Your mother’s words echoed in your mind: this is for your own good.

“Very well,” you finally said, relaxing your posture. “I’ll accept this because I owe it to my parents. I couldn’t care less about you or your family, but for them, I will move forward. But know one thing: I will wipe that expression off your face,” you spat without breaking eye contact. “So save that air of greatness for someone else.”

Yunho’s face muscles tensed. He disliked what you said, but didn't rise to the bait. He took a few steps closer until he was directly in front of you, looking down, mostly due to the difference in height between you. Even so, you kept your eyes firm on his, refusing to concede.

“Be careful what you choose to say,” he warned. You scoffed, looking away. His gaze felt dense and heavy. “Let’s go. We better not make people start to gossip.”

Yunho extended his arm again. You took it, following him out of the room, forcing a faint smile for the people's curious looks. Everything felt heavy; your head spun, anxiety building in your chest.

Soon, you were beside your parents again. Your father’s delighted smile made your stomach clench. Across the hall, you spotted Jongho looking at you with a worried expression. He signaled towards the exit door. You quickly nodded, letting him know you understood.

Yunho began talking to your parents as if the two of you had just had an awkward but friendly conversation.

“Excuse me, I’ll be back in a moment,” you announced, unwrapping your arm from Yunho’s. Only your mother and Yunho noticed you tense up as you gave a slight nod and nearly ran toward the main door, desperate to find air and escape the suffocating feeling.

“What happened?” Jongho’s tone was worried but laced with curiosity once he met you outside. You looked like the ghost of the girl he’d been talking to moments ago.

Outside, you could finally breathe. The sudden breeze made you shiver, a stark contrast to the burning heat you felt inside. You couldn’t tell if it was the boiling rage Yunho sparked or the stuffiness of the crowded hall. Probably both.

Jongho noticed your trembling and quickly took off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders.

“Thanks,” you managed.

“Are you okay?” he inquired, guiding you to sit on the edge of a wooden bench.

You nodded, took a deep breath, and began telling Jongho about your brief, yet entirely revealing, first encounter with your soon-to-be-husband.

“What an asshole!” he growled when you finished.

“I need another drink, better said some drinks,” you announced, rubbing your temple. The headache was coming. 

“You mean we need a drink,” Jongho scoffed. “I can’t believe he told you that. I mean, what the hell!”

You chuckled, appreciating the gesture of your friend taking offense on your behalf. The immediate rush of anger began to fade, replaced by a dull, persistent resentment.

“Let’s head up to my house,” you announced, getting up from the bench. “I want to change clothes, and then we can hit up Yasu’s pub. Always open for us, right?”

Yasu’s old pub had become your mandatory escape, conveniently located just a few blocks from Jongho’s apartment, perfect for the nights when returning home to your mother's nagging was not an option.

“Woman, you know me too well,” Jongho said, offering you his arm. The gesture felt entirely different coming from him. “Care to let them know?” he asked, signaling the valet for his car.

“Nope.”

Moments later, you hopped into Jongho’s car. On the way, you reconsidered and sent a quick text to your mom, letting her know you didn’t feel well and were going home. Before she could reply, you turned off your phone, not caring what the Jeongs would think when they realized you weren't coming back.

“To Yasu’s! Let’s get wasted and not give a fuck, at least for tonight.” Jongho shouted as he hit the pedal.

“Here’s to not giving a fuck!” You shouted back.

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Sipping on his whiskey, Jeong Yunho stood behind the glass panels of the hall’s balcony, watching as you jumped into Choi Jongho’s car, his jacket draped over your shoulders. A bitter grin drew across his face. He already discovered dealing with you wouldn’t be as easy as he’d wanted or expected.

next >

Tonight you will be his whether you want to or not. A delicious meal to sate his hunger, and boy, does he plan to feast. But not in the way other demons do, no, he's not as barbaric as that. Human flesh does not appetize his stomach, in fact, the thought repulses him entirely, his matters with your flesh are far more primal. He wants his teeth to mark you, but not maim you.

You've already noticed him from across the bar, his plan in motion, a story ready to unfold.

Tonight you will be the next victim of a demon of lust…and you will love every minute of it. You'll be begging him for more and he shall oblige, until he's had his fill that is. And when he's done with you he'll vanish, just as quick as he appeared, leaving you desperate and craving. Just the way he likes it. You'll never find someone who can please you the way he can, and he's proud of that.

He watches you, the way you toss your hair off your shoulders, pretending not to notice him. Sly glances and a smirk when you catch him looking. His cock swells in his pants when your eyes connect.

Never in his many years on earth has anyone had this affect on him, it both frightens and excites him. His mouth salivates at the thought of what your pussy tastes like and he breathes deeply, drawing in your scent above everyone else's in the crowded venue. Delicious. Like the ripest, most perfect peach, full of juice, just waiting for him to take a bite.

Normally he would sit, wait and drink, patiently channeling his abilities to you, luring you over to him but tonight, with the way his heart thrums and his cock hardens for you, he has no choice but to approach.

Disregarding the man pitifully attempting to garner your interest, he slides in at your side, ignoring the other males dark glare and tossing one of his own, fast but effective, as he soon retreats quickly away across the dance floor.

“I think,” Hongjoong starts, leaning close so you can hear him above the noise, although, with the way your eyes are trained on his lips, he's sure you would catch every word. “that this place is a little crowded, don't you?”

Your teeth toy with your dark red, bottom lip, plump and inviting as a summer berry, as you nod in response.

“Your place or mine?” He asks, with a slow smile. Looking up at him through your thick lashes makes his cock twitch in his pants. What is wrong with him? His years of expertise and control seem obsolete next to you, and instead he feels like a horny teenage boy, eager for his first fuck.

“Mine.” you reply, your voice a melody he could easily get swept up in.

He winds an arm around your waist and pulls you against him. Holding you in place, so tight it's hard to breathe, but he can see the excitement in your eyes as they wildly flit between his, pupils expanding like saucers.

“Close your eyes,” he says against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine you can't hide, as you follow his command. “Picture your bedroom. Your bed, all your pretty little things, just as they are.”

He watches the way the corners of your mouth tug up into a smile but you fight it as you concentrate on the task he's given you. “Now, open.”

Your eyes adjust, and he gives you a moment, releasing you from his embrace, as recognition hits. Surveying your surroundings, a thick silence envelopes you both as you register the familiarity of your apartment.

He doesn't give you a chance for questions, however, before he's taking a step towards you, backing you against the wall and caging you in. You gasp as the cold brick hits the skin on your back, and the sound has him suppressing a moan.

“Are you a good girl, or a bad girl?” He whispers, his breath fanning out across your mouth.

“That depends entirely on how I'm feeling.”

The teasing lilt in your tone has him rock solid. He takes both your wrists and pins them above your head, holding them with one hand, his grip unforgiving but not bruising…yet.

He reaches down, sliding a hand up the inside of your thigh, under your tight, red dress. When he reaches your sex he can't help the way his dick throbs as he discovers your lack of underwear. “Oh, tonight you're a very bad girl.” he says against your jaw. “That's ok, I like them bad.”

Sliding a finger along your folds, finding you soaked with arousal, he brings it up to his mouth and sucks. And my god, has he never tasted anything as sweet as you. All of his senses peak; your taste, smell, the pounding of your heart, it all drove him more wild by the second and brought him to his knees...literally. His hands explore the curves of your body, running down the velvet material across your breasts, enjoying the finger marks they leave behind. They would not be the only marks he would leave on you tonight, he's just getting started.

He pushes up your dress, now face to face with your eager cunt as he stretches your folds open until your clit is on full display. He opens his mouth, watching the way your eyes widen as his forked tongue slithers out and lengthens in an unnatural way. He flutters it against your sensitive bud making your body writhe against him but he pins your hips to the wall. Your calls and moans are music to him, as he slides his tongue down to your needy hole, elongating it further, inserting it and weaving its way inside your core. He smiles when he feels you contract around it, knowing you're close and when your breath seems to get stuck in your lungs he can't help but chuckle. He withdraws and continues the onslaught on your clit, moving his oral tool so fast it vibrates against you.

You cry out, and he slips a long, delicate finger inside you, beckoning the sweet spot inside. With the simultaneous movements, something inside you snaps and you unravel around him. A warm liquid gushes out all over his face and he buries himself further into you, lapping up every drop of the sweet liquid, like a victim of the desert desperate for water.

He is ravenous for you and that's dangerous but he's too far gone to resist. Now he's tasted you, he wants it all.

He stands and kisses you, this time it's your tongue that eagerly explores him. Licking your arousal off his lips and he can't help but buck into you, his erection digging into your hip.

Looking down at you, searching your gaze for answers; is it witchcraft or something else? Could it be something more alarming, something only romantics believe...and he is definitely not one of those.

Instead he's met with a heat so intense it crawls up his skin and prickles at the back of his neck. You grab the lapels of his jacket and shove him onto the bed, his eyebrows rise briefly before his mouth stretches into a Cheshire grin.

“My turn.” you say, as you climb onto his lap and pull his erection out of trousers. It lands with a thud on his stomach, long, thick and heavy. Your eyes flash with excitement as you position yourself above him. Slowly you slide yourself down, the feeling steals the breath from his lungs and he almost praises a God he despises in thanks for you. Your cunt sucks him in deliciously and squeezes around him. Wasting no time, you start to move, your slick making such a sinful sound as you expertly slide up and down on him, rotating your hips at just the right moments. His eyes fall to your breasts and he pulls down your dress to bare them to him, watching as they bounce above him. His fingers grow claws as they dig into your hips while he thrusts up into you, matching your movements. He rakes his nails down your back, relishing in the way you cry out. He can smell the blood he's drawn, they're small cuts, not enough to cause serious injury but judging by the way you clench around him, you enjoyed it.

He hones his energy and engorges his erection until it sits inside you stretching you open.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, looking down surprised.

“Not god baby, just me.” He can't help but smirk, fascinated by how impressed you are, he's never wanted to please someone more.

You lean forward and he uses the opportunity to squeeze his teeth into the mound of your breast, once and then again on the other side. When you sit up, he admires the red imprints he's left in your supple skin.

In any other circumstance, with any other woman he would explore them through all the hours of the night and day, until they could take no more. Today, his stamina seems to have abandoned him as he feels himself nearing his end already.

“That's it baby,” you say, looking down at him with determination in your eyes, and if he wasn't so enthralled by you he'd most definitely be alarmed. “Right there.” you gasp, throwing your head back. Your second orgasm hits and with every contraction, your sex seems to milk him of his, greedily sucking his seed from him. “Yes, fill me up!” you call out, also drawing a guttural, inhuman sound from him.

His orgasm hits harder than it ever has, leaving him seeing stars as you collapse beside him. His chest heaves, sucking air into him like his life depends on it. A strange calmness washes over him, something unfamiliar about it and completely unnerving, as his body feels heavy; limbs slow when he attempts to move and his mind foggy, making it hard to think at all. He glances over at you, watching your eyes stare up at the ceiling in a fucked out trance. An unsuspecting woman he preyed on with no awareness of the effect you've had on him, he uses the last of his strength he can muster to get out of there and return home.

The last thing he needs is to wake up next to his latest victim.

*

His mind is plagued with you. Seven days since he fucked you and no matter what he tries, he cannot get the thoughts of you to leave him, nothing works.

You've affected him in such a way he dare not even admit it to himself. He can no longer hunt, every instance he's tried, he either can't perform or the taste or smell simply repulses him. He's had the finest wine ever created, how could he go back to the cheap stuff now?

He had to have you…again. But the thought alone terrified him. He's never returned to a victim, that's not the way he operates. But if he didn't get a release soon he would be in trouble. A demon of lust who can't create sheer sexual need begins to lose his powers. Not to mention he produces more semen than humans, semen that is agonising if he doesn't unload.

He pictures your beautiful face and sure enough he's there in your bedroom once again, using barely any summoning energy.

Steam billows out from the ajar bathroom door and he pictures your naked body on the other side, your mouth, your hips, your breasts. How he wishes he could have enveloped one of your buds in his mouth, but he was too enamoured by marking you. He wonders if those marks are still there, faint but letting any other potential mates know he was there first.

He hears a moan echo from the tiled room and his senses are on high alert. Your arousal seeps through the crack in the door, he can feel it in the air around him and his cock instantly responds. He sucks in a deep breath, letting the scent mesmerize him.

Another moan has him walking straight to the door. Are you using your fingers or the shower head? He couldn't bear to wait here while you pleasured yourself, what a crime, especially when he knows he can do it better.

Removing his clothing piece by piece, he slowly pushes open the door, the sound of running water hides your whimpers for a moment and as the steam escapes the room, the sight before him becomes clear as you lean against the tile with a frustrated growl. It seems he isn't the only one having trouble reaching his end. His eyes hover over your breasts, disappointed with the barely visible markings he left last time.

He steps into the room and your eyes dart to him, instead of fear like he expects, he's met only with relief as you open the shower cubicle and pull him in.

“What took you so long?” You say, frustrated.

His bewilderment doesn't last long, as you drop to your knees and envelope his throbbing cock with your sweet, warm mouth. He chuckles in surprise, as you suck him deep into your throat, and that laugh soon turns to a groan when you swallow around him. Unused to being on the receiving end of pleasure in such a forceful way, he plans to take full advantage of your generosity. His fingers wind their way into your hair, aiding your movements as he thrusts as far into you as he can. You don't seem to have a gag reflex by the way you're handling his size, swallowing him in his entirety, and he finds he's unable to look away from your heated gaze, unwavering from his. This kind of intimacy is something he's a stranger to and would usually refuse, but with you…he can't. He's losing it, he can feel his control slipping as you try and deliberately draw his seed out of him.

“Enough.” He snaps, pulling you off by your hair, the sound of your mouth makes a loud pop as he withdraws from you and echoes around the room.

Looking up at him, you pout, “But you taste like pineapple.”

“Baby, I can taste of anything you want, but now it's my turn to taste you. Stand up and turn around.” He orders.

You obey so well, he can't help but smirk at the back of your head as you place your palms against the tile. He squats down, grabbing your buttocks and biting the flesh on each cheek until you yelp and pull away. Watching the red welts decorate your skin has him groaning and biting his own lip, something so satisfying about seeing his teeth leave their mark in your skin.

He spreads your buttocks and elongates his tongue, stretching it between your legs, until it reaches your swollen clit. You cry out as he licks a long stripe all the way back to your rear. He pushes it inside your arsehole, eyes rolling in his head when the muscles contract around his tongue. Winding an arm around you, his fingers make fast circles against your clit, and just as your breathing picks up, the air - charged with a sexual energy so strong he can hardly think straight, he knows you are close and so he withdraws.

You growl, turning back to him with a ferocious glare.

“Patience, you'll get what you need.” He says, standing and positioning himself at your entrance.

“Fuck me.” you whine, thrusting yourself back against him.

“Your wish is my command.” He slams into your pussy, enjoying the way you scream. And he wraps a hand around the front of your throat, keeping a firm but not choking pressure as he slides out, “Say my name,” he whispers against your ear and slams into you again, “Hongjoong.” He repeats the action, sliding slowly out of you again, “Say it.” and slams into you, making your toes curl.

“Hongjoong, Hongjoong.” You repeat like a mantra. He focuses his power and splits his dick in two, pounding into your sex with one and pushing the other into your arsehole, enjoying the way you squeal, “Hongjoong, Hongjoong,”

Your cunt squeezes around him, making him hiss. Pleasure ripples through every fiber of his being, the water feels hotter, scorching his skin, but heat shouldn't have that affect on him, he's from one of the deepest pits of hell, for crying out loud. The air is suffocating, he sucks in a breath and his lungs burn. He squeezes his fingers around your throat as he tries to ground himself and keep control. He needs to taste you again, craves it like a madman, he lets his tongue stretch down and flutter across your clit.

“Hongjoong, yes, I'm so close, baby.” You say, cheek pressed against the tile.

He knows by the way your core compresses and clenches him in a death grip. He's close too but he will not let go until you do. His other hand comes down wrapping around your front, finding your breast and squeezing it, using it as anchorage for his unforgiving thrusts, his fingertips roll your nipple and that's all you need to come undone around him.

With your cries bouncing loudly around the room, deafening him, all he can hear and feel is you, and with one final thrust he empties himself inside you. A week's worth of pent up release, painting your insides and spilling onto the shower floor.

As you both come down from your high, his legs wobble, feeling ready to collapse under him. What is happening? He's never felt so weak before, he should be at his most powerful now.

He puts a hand out on the tile to steady himself.

“Are you ok?” You ask, as you lather soap all over your body, completely unaffected by him, once again. This isn't possible. When a demon of lust satisfies a human their energy resource is drained, taking days to recover, and yet, it seems as if your roles have reversed. Something isn't right. He has to get out of here, fast.

He pictures his home and returns to it, using the last of his fading energy resource before he's greeted with nothing but darkness.

*

When he comes round, still naked and still in the place he returned, it's not clear how much time has passed but once again he's plagued by the taste of you. His cock hardens as soon as you appear in his thoughts, like a man possessed, his insides hurt from withdrawal of you. You're his own personal drug and he wants hit, after hit, after hit. He wants to be inside you, to claim you, to mark you. None of which has he been interested in before and it doesn't feel right. All he knows is he needs to retreat back to his roots, back to hell where he belongs, maybe he can even get some advice while he's there.

From the moment he arrives, he already feels more like himself. The heat, the smell of sin, the demons greeting him, he feels like he can breathe down here, free of anything that may or may not have him in a chokehold.

“Hey handsome,” a familiar demoness approaches, long dark hair cascades to the floor and a voluptuous figure he'd have been happy to have…before you. He recognises her scent instantly, he's had her before but she wasn't as satisfying as you. He chastises himself for thinking of you at all. This needs to stop.

“Aria, how have you been?”

She trails her claws down his shirt buttons, “better, now I've found you again.”

The hunger in her eyes would usually have him eager to please but he couldn't bring himself to do it, knowing the feeling wouldn't compare, knowing she wouldn't taste like you. “Not today.” He says, sternly as he grips her wrists and slowly removes them.

The disappointment in her stare is obvious but she retreats, leaving him alone.

He makes his way to his lair, wanting nothing more than to relax and recharge, back where he belongs, but as soon as he shuts the rest of hell out, he's overwhelmed by your scent. It swirls around him like a tornado, swarms him until it's hard to breathe and he feels like he's drowning in it.

No, that's not possible.

“I've missed you, baby.” Your familiar voice sends prickles across the back of his neck, a red warning ringing inside his mind but his dick stands to attention just from the sound of your voice, regardless of any potential threat.

He turns and finds you sitting naked on his bed. His back stays firm against the door, grounding his feet in place to stop him from closing the distance between you that he's so longing to do.

“Are you trying to hide from me, Hongjoong?” You say, jutting your bottom lip out in a pout.

“What are you doing here?” He asks, trying to focus on your face, for fear if he allows his eyes to traverse the curves of your body, he would give in to you.

“Maybe I came to find you. Maybe I came to end you. Either way - we're not leaving till it's done.”

He frowns, “Until what's done?”

You sigh, laying down and opening your legs, fingers reaching down to circle your clit. The sight brings him to his knees.

“I want you.” You reply, smirking.

“You've had me.” he says, crawling slowly towards you, unable to help himself.

“You misunderstand. I want pure submission, I want you to be mine and only mine.” you say, pinching your nipples, making the bud harden.

“Demons don't submit.” he says quietly, all confidence gone, chased away by the sheer desperation to have you again; to taste you one last time. “I'm a demon of lust, monogamy doesn't work for me.”

You chuckle, the sound dark but enticing, “And how does anyone compare since you've had me?”

He pauses, you had his balls in a vice and you knew it.

“If you submit to me and be my lover, I'll be yours.”

Those last few words had his heart racing. You'll be his? That's an offer he didn't think could sound so good.

“Just mine?” he asks, resuming his pathway to you.

You insert your fingers into yourself and moan, “Yes, just yours baby.”

He reaches the end of the bed and grabs your ankles pulling you towards him. The elated squeal you release makes his dick twitch, eager to be inside you. Crawling up and over your body, his elongated tongue licking a stripe from your wet cunt all the way to your mouth, his teeth biting down on your lip until he tastes blood.

“What are you doing to me?” he asks, his mind frantic but arousal almost consuming him.

“Nothing you don't enjoy, my love.” Leaning up you kiss him passionately and he melts against you. He doesn't realise you've released his erection until he feels it slipping inside your soaking entrance.

“Fuck,” he moans, “what are you?”

Your laughter sounds around him, a haunting noise that sends chills through him but he enjoys the fear he feels, it's new and exciting.

“I thought you would have figured that out by now.” Your eyes roll back in your head, as he thrusts up into you. “You are exactly what I need,” you say breathlessly, “humans are too weak to withstand me, but you,” you grab his head, keeping his focus on your face, “you can't resist coming back for more. You give me a source of power I can consistently feed from,” Your back arches as he hits that spot inside you. His tongue drags across your breasts as he pushes your knees apart further, opening you up wide for him. “And I give you pleasure like no one else can. We're perfect for each other.”

It makes sense now. A succubus; one of the most feared creatures in hell and for good reason, they can drain even the most skilled demons of their power and leave them with nothing. He's playing a very dangerous game with you, but his thinking is not currently coming from his brain. Maybe you have a point. He will not be satisfied with anyone else now, how could he?

“How. Do I. Know. You won't. Take my. Power. Completely?” He asks between powerful thrusts, enjoying the way you writhe and moan beneath him.

“Stop.” You order and he stills above you, he's not in control of himself but the air around him is lighter and his head clearer. “You don't, it's something I can do and very easily but the offer I'm giving you is real and your best option. Because if you refuse me,” you relax again and the sexual energy around you resumes, making his throbbing cock start moving inside you again. “I will take your power and leave you with nothing.”

Given his options, he knows there's only one to choose. And right now as his tongue explores you, and as your eyes roll back while your magical cunt spasms around him there is nowhere he'd rather be, than your sexual prisoner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, my lord, but--”

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

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

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

“Yunho, if I may be frank--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, Yunho,” you whisper back. 

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course, my lord.”

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

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

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

“You’re wet. Good.” Yunho says. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It feels good,” you whine. 

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

“I… I can take it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you still holding back?” You whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod almost imperceptively. “Okay.”

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

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

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

You squirm slightly. “It’s--”

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

“Yo’ure not hurt, are you?”

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

Yunho pushes his lips out. “Still?”

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

“No?” Yunho wonders somewhat hesitantly. 

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

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

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