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Bonus Chapter: Champagne & Surrender (Yeosang X Y/N, NSFW)

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Here is part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8, part 9, part 10, part 11, and part 12 MASTERLIST

Hey y'all I know its been a hot minute since I've been here with Ateez but something really cool happened IRL and I want to keep the good vibes going so I bring you a bonus chapter for our favorite doberman YEOSANG!

For bonus chapters, they do not interfere with the plot. Just fun smut I will drop randomly.

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WARNINGS MDNI -

This chapter contains explicit sexual content, including oral sex (both f receiving and m receiving), praise kink, body worship, and elements of gentle power exchange such as hair pulling, asking for permission, and playful dominance and submission, all within a consensual, emotionally supportive context. The story also features polyamorous group dynamics (multiple soulmates you already know this if you read the series lol), a soulmate/soulmark AU setting, and themes of vulnerability, aftercare, and emotional reassurance. Also everyone should also expect strong language, mentions of alcohol use, and brief references to tears or emotional overwhelm during intimacy. Please proceed only if you’re comfortable with mature, explicit, and emotionally intense themes and kinks.

Was I more through this time around yes BUT this series we have had alot of sex talk with no sex so I am once again covering my bases OK!

LAST WARNING IF YOU ARE A MINOR INTERACTING WITH THIS YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

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Ok happy reading! ( ˶˘ ³˘(ˊᗜˋ*)!♡

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Y/N sometimes marveled at the improbable constellation she called lovers: San and Wooyoung turning any gathering into a party, Seonghwa and Hongjoong slipping away with a bottle of wine and private laughter, Mingi and Yunho stirring up gentle chaos, Jongho’s dry wit, and Yeosang’s quiet intensity.

By midnight, the suite's energy softened. Laughter dwindled to murmurs. San and Wooyoung vanished onto the terrace, Seonghwa and Hongjoong melted into the shadows, wine-drunk and entwined. Mingi and Yunho collapsed together on the couch, tangled in sleep, while Jongho retreated to his room with a drowsy goodnight. The suite, once crowded and alight, fell into a gentle hush.

Yeosang sprawled across the bed, his hair tousled and shirt half-undone. The honeyed window light dusted his skin. Across the suite, Y/N lingered by the glass, watching Paris flicker below. Beneath her skin, a nervous thrill pulsed. Their mingled perfume of jasmine, leather, and wine clung to the air. The hush after laughter felt profound. Her dress, a custom silk, gold-threaded and still clinging from the runway, suddenly felt too extravagant. Too intimate for a moment, so private. She toyed with her shoulder strap, her heart pounding, anticipation thick in the quiet. Did the others know she’d wanted this? Did Yeosang feel the same ache curling low in her stomach?

Yeosang watched her, his gaze unwavering, lips parting as if he was holding back words. “You look like a vision,” he said softly, his voice almost trembling, anticipation and vulnerability flickering in his smile.

Y/N’s cheeks warmed. “Only because you’re looking at me like that,” she whispered, her voice soft but teasing. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, meeting his eyes. “I feel like I could be anything with you.”

He let out a relieved, breathless laugh, eyes hungry and soft. “I thought they’d never leave us alone.”

She grinned, stepping closer and letting the tension melt into something playful. “Maybe they knew exactly what we wanted to do tonight.”

Y/N grinned, her heart hammering so loudly she thought he must hear it. She let the silence linger, city lights painting shifting gold patterns on the floor between them. "Maybe they could feel the tension in the air," she teased, voice nearly shaking, every syllable trembling with anticipation and hope. Electricity thrummed between them, her fingers drumming restlessly against the window ledge as she drew out the moment, savoring the delicious tension and vulnerability.

Yeosang’s lips quirked into a slow, knowing smile. He took a step closer, his voice low and warm. “If they didn’t before, they will by morning,” he murmured, eyes locked with hers. His hand reached out, brushing gently over her knuckles on the window ledge, grounding both of them in the crackling energy that filled the room. “But right now, I only want you to feel me.”

He patted the bed beside him, but Y/N just raised an eyebrow and stayed put, her lips curving into a sly smile. “You’re awfully sure of yourself tonight,” she teased, folding her arms as she gave him a slow, appreciative once-over. "What are you going to do about it?"

Yeosang flushed but met her gaze with a spark of challenge. "Whatever you’ll let me," he shot back, voice soft but full of intent.

He flushed, smile faltering just a little as he ducked his head, charmingly bashful, for all his earlier bravado.

Finally, Y/N closed the space between them, her movements slow and deliberate, every step magnified by the hush of the room. Instead of joining him on the bed, she stopped right in front of where he sat, nudging his knees apart and stepping between them. Standing over him, she gently traced her finger along his jaw, tilting his face up to meet her gaze. “You want to do this?” she murmured, her voice playful but edged with vulnerability, letting him see the hope flickering in her eyes.

Yeosang’s gaze dropped to her covered left hip, hunger and uncertainty flickering in the tense set of his jaw. His lips parted on a shaky, shallow inhale, betraying how intensely he felt this moment. His fingers twitched with longing, and when he finally nodded, the answer was raw, like exposed wire, bright in his eyes.

Y/N smiled and guided his hand to her hip, pressing his palm over the covered mark. "Then let’s take our time," she whispered. When his lips found the hourglass this time, it was at her gentle urging, soft and claiming a kiss, grounding both of them in the reality of them.

“All yours,” Y/N breathed, but there was a spark of mischief in her eyes. She let her fingers skate teasingly up his arm, watching Yeosang’s breath hitch, delighting in how easily she could unravel him. The city beyond the window felt a thousand miles away, the world reduced to the warmth of her touch and the quiet awe in his eyes.

He smiled against her skin, but a tremor shivered through him, like he still could not quite believe this was real. “You know,” he whispered, voice rough, nearly cracking with honesty and awe, “with seven other soulmates, no one makes me feel the way you do. It’s always you who turns everything electric.”

Instead of letting him take the lead, Y/N gently pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips. She took her time, letting her hands roam first over his shoulders, then down his arms, tracing the sculpted lines of muscle beneath his skin. Her gaze was openly admiring, her touch lingering as she let her fingers map every dip and rise, every subtle flex when he shivered under her attention.

“You work so hard for these, you know,” she teased, pressing a slow, appreciative kiss to his bicep. "It's only fair I get to enjoy them."

Yeosang's cheeks flushed, the heat spreading down his neck, and he let out a breathless laugh, both bashful and proud. He looked up at her, eyes shining with anticipation and a hint of disbelief.

She continued her exploration. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, thumbs skimming his ribs, delighting in every shiver she found beneath her touch. One by one, she undid his shirt buttons, watching his breath hitch and his pulse quicken at her deliberate pace. Each reveal brought a low laugh or playful tease. At last, the fabric slipped from his shoulders. Yeosang lay bare to the waist, chest and stomach sculpted and flushed, anticipation thickening the air as his knuckles gripped the sheets.

Y/N, still in her dress, let the straps slide lower with every kiss she pressed to his skin. Beneath, she wore a delicate lingerie set in champagne lace, chosen for herself but perfect for tonight. The silk soon pooled at her waist, baring her shoulders and back. City lights played across her skin and the intricate lace.

She leaned in, brushing her nose against his, her voice barely a whisper. “You make me feel the same, Yeosang. Let me show you.” His answer was a shaky, eager nod, jaw tense with raw hope and longing, chest rising in sharp, desperate breaths as emotion chased across his face. His hands clenched her waist, desperate and searching, eyes wide, shining with the ache of wanting more.

But as Y/N leaned in to kiss him again, Yeosang’s hands tightened around her waist. With a sudden, playful grin, he flipped their positions, rolling her gently beneath him. For a breathless moment, he hovered above her, bracing himself on his forearms, his hair falling in soft waves that framed his face.

“Now it’s my turn,” he whispered, voice low and tender, but full of excitement. His touch was careful, reverent as he trailed his fingers along her sides, eyes drinking in every detail. "You think you're the only one who gets to admire tonight?"

He pressed a kiss to her collarbone, then another, working his way down with slow, deliberate intent. The shift in dynamic was gentle but thrilling. Yeosang’s adoration was just as palpable as hers had been, every touch and glance a promise that he was just as eager to worship her in return.

She tipped his chin up, capturing his mouth in a kiss hungry, grateful, impossibly soft. As their lips parted, Yeosang paused, looking down at Y/N with a reverence that made her heart stutter. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her cheek, his thumb lingering, like he was memorizing the moment.

Slowly, his hands drifted to the silk pooled at her waist. "May I?" he murmured, voice low and careful, seeking her eyes. When she nodded, he eased the dress down, inch by inch, savoring the reveal of her in the delicate lingerie, champagne lace aglow in the city’s golden light.

Y/N shivered under his gaze, the sweet ache of anticipation fluttering through her chest. Yeosang moved his hands reverently, palms firm and warm on her waist and hips, fingers gliding over the scalloped lace edges. With careful fingers, he found the clasp at her back, his touch gentle as he unhooked her bra, slowly sliding the straps down her arms and letting the delicate lace fall away. He paused, searching her eyes for permission, then pressed a reverent kiss to her bare shoulder. His lips charted a slow path, soft brush at her collarbone, softer still at the swell of her newly bared breast, his breath damp and warm. Each whispered praise vibrated close to her ear, grounding her in the gentle weight and warmth of his touch as she bit her lip, gasping raggedly, her skin flushed and tingling.

They lay together, breaths mingling, the distant city hum barely audible beneath the rustle of sheets. Yeosang’s fingers traced the curves of Y/N’s waist and hips, the lace cool and textured beneath his touch. He explored each edge, savoring the shivers he drew out of her. With no warning, he shifted, sliding one strong arm firmly under her back, the other securely beneath her thighs. Y/N gasped, hair tumbling in a soft tangle across the bedding as he gently lifted and placed her at the center of the bed. Her laughter was bright, breathless, her heart drumming as he never broke his steady, anchoring gaze or the secure pressure of his arms.

Y/N laughed, delighted, a flush spreading across her cheeks. “Show-off,” she teased, breathless with anticipation.

“Only for you,” Yeosang replied. He kept one arm braced beneath her shoulders, his other hand smoothing her hair back as he settled between her legs. Supporting his weight on his forearms, he let her feel the solid, careful press of his body, never overwhelming, always attentive to her comfort.

His kisses grew deeper, his hands roaming with renewed confidence, worshipping every inch of her, making her laugh, gasp, and melt beneath him. The city’s glow danced across his bare shoulders and back as he moved, every muscle working for her, just as eager to give as to receive.

When his hand drifted to the delicate waistband of her panties, Yeosang paused, catching her gaze. "Still okay?" he whispered, fingers soft and patient. At her nod and whispered yes, he hooked his thumbs beneath the lace and slowly slid her panties down her hips and thighs, his eyes darkening as the damp fabric revealed just how wet she was for him. A wicked smile tugged at his lips as he murmured, "God, you're soaked for me." He took his time, his touch reverent as he bared her completely, pride and desire flickering in his gaze.

Y/N, breathless and emboldened, let her hands wander to the button of his pants, popping the button and sliding the zipper down with slow, deliberate care. She tugged his trousers down first, exposing the thin line of his boxers stretched over his hips and the obvious outline of his cock straining against the fabric. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she brushed her hand over him, grinning at the way he shuddered beneath her touch. "You're so hard for me already," she whispered, voice equal parts teasing and awed. With a teasing smile, she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pausing to meet his eyes for permission. At his eager nod, she slid them down over his hips and thighs, baring him fully to her touch. He inhaled sharply, shivering as the cool air met his skin, then kicked the last of his clothes off with a low, grateful laugh.

Y/N met his gaze, her eyes bright with mischief and tenderness. With a gentle nudge, she coaxed Yeosang onto his back, straddling his hips once more. Her hands roamed slowly over his chest and down his stomach, savoring the way he shivered under her touch. She pressed a lingering kiss to his collarbone, then lower, working her way down his body with deliberate care.

Yeosang let his head fall back against the pillows, breath coming faster as Y/N settled between his legs. He reached down, threading trembling fingers through her hair, his eyes wide with awe and longing. She looked up at him, her voice soft and teasing, "Let me take care of you, love."

Then, with a confidence born of trust and affection, Y/N took his cock into her mouth, slow and reverent. Her tongue traced along his length, teasing the sensitive underside with deliberate strokes, savoring every sound she pulled from him. Yeosang’s hips lifted instinctively,but he kept himself in check, his hand tightening in her hair not to control or choke, but to anchor himself in the moment.

The feeling of her mouth, her tongue eager and warm, made his breath catch. He looked down, meeting her eager eyes, and the sight nearly undid him. Awe and desperate need warred across his expression. “God, you’re perfect,” he choked out, voice rough and honest, before he threw his head back, overwhelmed by the sight of her looking up at him.

Y/N moaned around him, sending a pulse of pleasure through his cock. With his head thrown back in bliss, he surrendered to her slow, deliberate rhythm as she took him deeper each time. Her hands roamed over his thighs and hips, grounding him with every touch. Needing to see her, Yeosang forced his gaze down again. Her eyes met his, sparkling with mischief and devotion. His grip in her hair tightened, a gentle, pleading tug asking for more. He tried to memorize everything: the press of her lips, the curve of her smile, the glint of city lights in her eyes.

She felt him tense, his hips trembling with the effort to stay still. Pulling off just enough to speak, Y/N stroked him slowly, her hand slick and sure. “You don’t have to hold back for me, Yeosang,” she whispered, voice warm and encouraging. "I want you to feel good."

The invitation undid him. His hips bucked up, seeking the heat of her mouth, and she welcomed him with a soft moan, matching his rhythm, letting him move with her. Each thrust and gasp built the tension higher, the air thick with trust and mutual need.

His gasps grew sharper, his thighs trembling beneath her. Y/N felt the tension gathering in his body, the way his grip in her hair tightened with each pass of her tongue. When he was close, she took him deeper, holding him at the back of her throat, letting him feel the full warmth of her mouth. The sensation undid him, his hips stuttered, his breath caught, and his hand cradled the back of her head, reverent and desperate all at once.

Just before he finished, Yeosang gasped out, "Don’t swallow."

Obedient and curious, Y/N stilled, keeping him deep as he came, savoring the trust in the moment but not swallowing, waiting for his next direction.

After a heartbeat, she slowly pulled off, lips still wrapped around him. Yeosang caught her chin, tilting her face up. "Open for me," he whispered, voice rough with want. When she parted her lips, he stroked himself, guiding the last drops of cum onto her waiting tongue, his eyes locked on hers. The intimacy of the act made the air between them crackle with raw, trusting, and electric energy.

Yeosang’s breathing was ragged as he watched her, desire and adoration mingling in his gaze. “Swallow for me,” he said, voice low and rough.

Y/N obeyed, the act intimate and electric between them. Before she could wipe her mouth or catch her breath, Yeosang pulled her up and into his lap, hands gripping her with urgency. His kiss was hungry and desperate, tasting himself on her tongue as their mouths crashed together in a haze of heat and need.

He devoured her kisses, hands roaming over her body, until he rolled her beneath him, flipping their positions with practiced ease. For a moment, he hovered above her, eyes dark and soft all at once.

“Spread your legs for me,” Yeosang whispered, voice thick with longing.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, nerves and anticipation fluttering in her chest. Sensing her pause, Yeosang slowed, placing a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down her body, lingering at her collarbone, then her sternum, then lower until he hovered just above her left hip, where their soulmark resided. He pressed his lips to the delicate skin, then bit down gently, just enough to make her gasp.

He looked up at her, eyes glinting with mischief. “Do I need to repeat myself, or did my pretty doll get all dumb for me?” he teased, his tone low and affectionate.

The playful reprimand sent a shiver through her, and she groaned at his words, the sound slipping out helplessly. Instinctively, she reached for him, wanting to pull him closer, but Yeosang caught her wrists and gently pressed them up above her head, pinning them to the bed. His grip was firm but careful, his eyes dark with intent.

"Keep them there for me, pretty," he murmured, voice rough with affection.

Y/N’s breath hitched. The vulnerability of her position sent a thrill through her, equal parts anticipation and trust. She nodded, her lips parted, eyes wide and shining with need.

Yeosang’s gaze swept down the length of her body, drinking in the sight of her laid out for him, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in shallow, eager breaths. He trailed kisses down her throat, nipping at her collarbone, letting his teeth scrape lightly over her skin before soothing the spot with his tongue. His hands slid from her wrists to her arms and then down her sides, barely ghosting over her ribs, her stomach, making her shiver with every pass.

When he reached her hip, he paused at her soulmate mark, brushing his thumb over the delicate hourglass before bending to press another hot, open-mouthed kiss to it. He let his teeth graze the mark again, this time holding the bite a little longer, just enough to make her gasp and arch up off the bed, her knees falling wider apart in silent invitation.

“Good girl,” he whispered against her skin, the praise sending a spark straight through her.

He settled between her thighs, the heat of his breath teasing her sensitive skin. He kissed along the inside of her thigh, slow and deliberate, savoring every reaction he drew from her: a quiver, a hitch in her breath, the way her fingers curled into the sheets above her head as she struggled to keep them there.

Finally, he pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to her most sensitive spot, his tongue parting her folds with exquisite slowness. He moaned softly against her, savoring her taste, the vibrations making her hips jerk. He licked a slow, teasing stripe from the bottom to the top, circling her clit with his tongue, then pulling back just before she could beg for more.

Y/N whimpered, her hips rolling up to meet his mouth, but Yeosang only laughed softly, his hands sliding to her thighs to hold her open, to hold her still. “Patience,” he murmured, his breath hot against her, “Let me enjoy you.”

He returned to his task with more focus, alternating between soft, lazy licks and quick, pointed flicks of his tongue, learning exactly what made her gasp, what made her cry out, what made her thighs shake. Every so often, he’d glance up at her, his gaze dark and molten, making sure her hands were still obediently pinned above her head, making sure she was trembling for him and only him.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, gently at first, then harder, letting his tongue flick in time with the desperate sounds slipping past her lips. One of his hands left her thigh, slipping between her legs to tease at her entrance, gathering her slick before pushing a finger inside, slow and careful, watching her face for every reaction.

“Yeosang—” she choked, her voice wrecked with pleasure. He hummed against her, the vibration sending another wave of sensation through her core, his finger curling just right, his tongue relentless.

He added a second finger, stretching her with patient care, never rushing, letting her body adjust as his mouth mapped every inch of her. He could feel her getting close, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in needy little pants, her hands clutching desperately at the sheets.

“Let go for me,” he whispered, pulling back just enough to watch her face, his thumb replacing his tongue on her clit as his fingers continued their perfect rhythm. “Be good and let go, pretty.”

With a broken cry, Y/N shattered, her body arching off the bed, every muscle tensed and shaking as her orgasm crashed over her in waves. Yeosang didn’t let up, working her through it, his praise and gentle touch grounding her as she came back to herself, blinking up at him in the golden light.

But just as she started to relax, Yeosang’s mouth and fingers picked up their intensity, tongue circling her clit in tight, relentless patterns while his fingers curled deep inside, hitting her G-spot. The pleasure built even higher, sharper, overwhelming. She tried to twist away, but he only held her tighter, pinning her hips to the bed.

“Give me another one, pretty,” he coaxed, voice low and hungry against her skin. “Let me feel you fall apart for me again.”

Y/N sobbed his name, hands flying back up to the headboard as she surrendered to the mounting heat. This time, when she came, it was with a raw, keening cry, her whole body convulsing under his mouth, the orgasm tearing through her even harder than the first. She gushed against his mouth and chin, pleasure gushing out in hot waves, and by the time it faded, Yeosang’s face was wet, lips and cheeks shining in the low light. Her vision blurred, her legs trembling uncontrollably as he worked her through every last wave, refusing to let up until she was spent and boneless beneath him.

Only then did he press a soft, reverent kiss to her soulmark and gather her into his arms, murmuring words of love and awe as she melted against him, utterly undone and utterly safe.

After a few moments, Yeosang tilted her face up to his, brushing his lips over hers, gentle at first, then deepening the kiss until she was breathless all over again. She moaned into his mouth, tasting herself on his lips, her body still tingling and sensitive.

His hands roamed over her chest, palms cupping and kneading her breasts as his thumbs teased her nipples, rolling them in slow circles. He kissed her harder, nipping at her lower lip, then trailing his mouth down to her jaw and throat, never letting his hands leave her chest. Y/N arched into his touch, her hands finally free to tangle in his hair and urge him closer, pleasure blossoming anew under his skilled fingers and mouth.

She gasped his name, the sound lost between their lips, as he lavished attention on her chest, sucking and biting gently, then soothing the sting with slow, swirling licks. The air between them was thick with heat and affection, every touch a reminder of how fully they belonged to each other.

Yeosang slowed his kisses for a moment, gazing down at her with a tenderness that made her heart stutter. His hand traced along her jaw, thumb brushing her cheek as he searched her eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, voice deep and earnest, making sure she felt both wanted and safe. "Tell me what you want, pretty."

Y/N's composure broke, and she began to beg, her voice breathless and needy: “Please, Yeosang, I need you to fuck me me so bad, please—”

Yeosang couldn’t help it; a bright, surprised laugh bubbled out of him, his eyes crinkling with genuine delight. “You’re still ready for more?” he teased, grinning down at her in awe. “God, you’re incredible.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then her lips, his laughter softening to tender affection. “I love how insatiable you are,” he whispered, “but you know you never have to push yourself for me. Only if you want to, okay?”

His hands caressed her cheeks as he gazed into her eyes, making sure she felt safe, desired, and adored.

Y/N’s cheeks burned with heat as she nodded, words spilling out in a rush. “Yes, yes please, I want you, I want all of you, Yeosang, please—” Her voice broke into desperate, wordless sounds as she writhed beneath him, her hands reaching up to clutch at his shoulders, his back, anywhere she could touch.

She tugged him closer, nails digging into his skin, her legs wrapping eagerly around his waist. “Need you so much, want to feel you, want you inside me, please—” The words tumbled out unchecked, her mind hazy with longing and overstimulation, her body arching up to meet him.

Yeosang’s eyes darkened, his breath catching at her touch, her babbled pleas sending a thrill through him. He let her grab at him, let her urge him closer, his own hands roaming hungrily over her sides and thighs as he pressed their bodies together, the anticipation between them feverish and sweet.

Yeosang pressed forward, moving slowly as she let her adjust to the stretch. He managed to slide just the tip inside, feeling her body tense around him. Y/N whimpered, her legs trembling as she tried to relax, overwhelmed by the fullness and the intensity of the moment.

He paused immediately, concern in his eyes as he stroked her cheek, searching her face for any sign of discomfort. “It’s okay,” he murmured, voice soothing. “You’re so tight, baby… I don’t want to hurt you. We can take it slow, I promise.”

He kissed away another tear as she gripped his shoulders, struggling to breathe through the sensation. “You’re doing amazing,” he whispered, brushing her hair back and letting his thumb trace her soulmate mark. “I never want to rush you. If it’s too much, we can stop, okay? Or I can stay right here and let you get used to me.”

Y/N nodded, hiccupping a breath, her body still trembling but her trust in him unwavering. Despite the challenge, she felt safe, cherished, and deeply loved.

Yeosang kept still, letting her adjust, whispering gentle encouragement and praise as he waited for her body to relax enough to take more.

Yeosang stayed still, softly coaxing: “Breathe for me, baby. That’s it… nice and slow.” He peppered kisses along her jaw and cheek, his hand stroking her hair, trying to help her body adjust. But as he felt her shudder, still so tight around him, he realized that tenderness alone wasn’t enough; her body was too overwhelmed, still trembling from everything that had come before.

He paused, then gently eased himself out, careful and slow, not wanting to cause her any pain. The sudden emptiness made Y/N whimper, her hips instinctively chasing after him, tears streaking her cheeks.

“Hey, hey...shh, it’s okay,” Yeosang whispered, immediately gathering her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He pressed a palm to her back, holding her close as he rocked her gently. “I’m here. I’ve got you. We don’t have to do anything more. I just want you to feel good, love.”

He kissed her temple, brushing away her tears with the softest touch. “You’re perfect, you know that? You’re everything I want. We can try again later, or not at all. You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

Y/N clung to him, letting herself melt into his embrace, her breathing slowly evening out as his warmth and praise settled her nerves.

Y/N let out a shaky breath, leaning into his gentle touch. “I want you, Yeosang,” she whispered, voice trembling with honesty. “I want you inside me. I just… needed a moment.” She looked up at him, eyes searching his. “I’m ready now if you are.”

Yeosang continued to murmur soothing words, rubbing circles on her back, making sure she felt safe and adored, no matter what.

Yeosang held her close, his lips pressed to her hair as her breathing steadied in his arms. He kept up his soothing touches, waiting until her trembling softened. Then, in a soft, low voice, he murmured, “Hey, pretty, I’m going to flip us over, okay? Let me hold you on top for a bit.”

He pressed another reassuring kiss to her forehead, giving her time to nod and adjust before carefully shifting their bodies. Supporting her with strong arms, he rolled them so Y/N was straddling his hips, her chest pressed to his as he cradled her.

“There we go,” he whispered, hands stroking her back and hips. “Take your time. You’re in control now, love. I’ve got you.”

Yeosang’s hands stayed firm and supportive on her hips, his eyes soft with encouragement. “That’s it, pretty,” he murmured, brushing his thumbs in slow circles against her skin. “Lift yourself up for me just a little higher, yeah?” His voice was warm, steady, and patient.

He guided her gently, making sure she felt balanced and safe. “Let me line us up. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want, I promise. I’ll go slow.” His hands helped steady her as she rose above him, and he positioned his cock at her entrance carefully, his gaze never leaving hers.

“Whenever you’re ready, take your time,” Yeosang whispered, letting her know she was fully in control of the pace and the moment.

Y/N steadied herself with her hands on Yeosang’s chest, knees braced on either side of his hips. She began to sink down, soft whimpers and moans spilling from her lips, the stretch intense, her body trembling with anticipation and need.

Sensing her struggle, Yeosang reached up, wrapping his arms around her and gently urging her to lie forward against his chest. “Come here, pretty,” he whispered, holding her close so she could rest her weight on him, her cheek pressed to his shoulder, their bodies pressed together from head to toe.

With one hand, he stroked her back soothingly; with the other, he slid his fingers between them to rub gentle, slow circles over her clit. “Just relax, I’ve got you. Let gravity do the work,” he murmured into her hair, his voice soft and steady.

Held in his arms, her body gradually relaxed, the mix of pleasure and comfort easing her down, inch by inch, onto him. Her whimpers turned to needy little moans, the overwhelming stretch melting into deep, throbbing pleasure as Yeosang’s thumb kept up its slow, coaxing rhythm. He whispered praise and encouragement, never letting her forget how safe and cherished she was in his embrace.

With Yeosang’s arms wrapped securely around her and his fingers working slow circles over her clit, Y/N finally felt her body yield. Inch by inch, she sank further down, clinging to his shoulders and burying her face in his neck. The mix of pleasure and fullness built to a fever pitch, and then with one last, trembling breath, she took all of him, their bodies joined completely.

Both let out a loud, unrestrained moan, the sound echoing in the golden-lit room. The intensity left them trembling in each other's arms, breath coming hard and fast.

Yeosang’s hand threaded through her hair as he pressed a trembling kiss to her temple. “God, baby,” he gasped, voice thick with awe, “you’re so tight around me. You feel like a dream.”

He held her close, his hands roaming her back, hips, and thighs, letting them both savor the way they fit together, bodies pressed flush, every heartbeat and shiver shared. For a long moment, neither of them moved, lost in the overwhelming sensation and the feeling of finally, fully being together.

Yeosang shifted slightly beneath her, instinctively rocking his hips to deepen their connection. But as he tried to move them together, Y/N whimpered, clinging tighter to his shoulders, her breath hot and shaky in his ear.

“Please, just just let me stay like this,” she begged, her voice small and needy. “I just want to feel you… want to hold you, just let me warm you for a bit. Please, Yeosang.”

Her body trembled atop his, every muscle still fluttering with the aftershocks of pleasure and the intensity of having him so deep inside. Yeosang stilled immediately, his large hands stroking soothingly down her back and sides, wrapping her up in his embrace.

“Okay, pretty,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head. “We’ll stay just like this. I’m not going anywhere.” He held her close, savoring the warmth and closeness, their bodies perfectly joined and hearts pounding in sync.

They stayed joined, tangled together, and breathing as one. Y/N shifted ever so slightly, feeling every inch of him inside her, and let out a shaky, blissful sigh. “God, Yeosang… I feel so full,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “You’re so deep… It’s so much. I can feel you everywhere.”

Yeosang’s hands stroked slow, soothing patterns on her back, his voice husky with wonder as he replied, “You’re squeezing me so tight, baby. It’s like you’re made for me, so wet and hot and perfect. I can feel every flutter, every time you clench around me. It’s almost too good.”

Y/N whimpered, her words tumbling out in a rush, almost incoherent. “It’s oh god, I can’t, Yeosang, you’re… It’s so so good, I can’t even feel like I can’t think, you make me feel so…” Her babbling trailed off into whimpers and broken sighs, her mind lost to sensation, her body melting against his.

Yeosang smiled, pulling her even closer, nuzzling into her hair. “You don’t have to make sense, pretty. Just let yourself feel it. I’ve got you.”

For a long, breathless moment, they simply held each other, letting the heat and fullness settle between them. Then, still trembling, Y/N began to move slowly at first, rolling her hips in small, searching circles, testing what felt good. Each movement sent new sparks through her body, drawing soft gasps from her lips and a groan from deep in Yeosang’s chest.

He let his hands rest on her hips, supporting her but letting her set the pace. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, voice thick with awe and encouragement. “Take what you need. Ride me just how you want.”

Y/N’s hands slid to his chest for balance, her movements growing bolder with every thrust. She rocked her hips forward and back, then up and down, experimenting with the angle, the friction, the delicious drag of his length deep inside her. Every time she bottomed out, her breath hitched, and her walls fluttered around him, making Yeosang’s jaw clench with restraint.

But after a while, her thighs began to tremble and burn, and her movements faltered. She let out a frustrated little whine, burying her face in his neck. “It’s too much, please…”

Yeosang grinned, his hands tightening on her hips. “You did so well, pretty,” he murmured, pride and heat mingling in his voice. “Let me take care of you now.”

With a gentle but firm grip, he began to thrust up into her, setting a steady rhythm as he guided her hips to meet his. His strength took over, driving into her deeper and harder, filling her with every stroke. Y/N’s cries rose in pitch, her body surrendering to his control, the pleasure building impossibly higher as he fucked her through it, never letting her slip away from the feeling of being completely, utterly full.

As Yeosang began to thrust up into her, his hands guiding her hips, Y/N’s mouth found his. Their lips crashed together in a heated, desperate kiss, messy and breathless, tongues tangling as they drank in each other’s moans. Every thrust made her gasp into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders, anchoring her as pleasure built and built.

Caught in the haze, Y/N pressed kisses along his jaw and down his neck, her lips turning greedy. She let her teeth sink gently into his skin, sucking marks into the slope of his neck and the line of his collarbone. Each time she bit down, Yeosang’s hips jerked beneath her, a guttural groan rumbling from his chest.

“Fuck, pretty—” he gasped, his voice wrecked with need as her mouth blazed a trail of love bites down to his chest. “You want everyone to see, huh? Want them to know I’m yours?”

Y/N only whimpered in response, marking him up with another deep, blooming bruise just above his heart. She kissed it, tongue flicking out, then surged up to steal another kiss from his lips, her body moving in time with his thrusts, both of them lost to the rhythm and the raw, claiming need to belong to each other.

Yeosang felt the telltale flutter of her walls around him, the way her breathing turned ragged, and her hips began to stutter, chasing the edge of release. He slowed his thrusts, then stopped altogether, holding her down on him with strong hands.

Y/N whimpered at the sudden loss of movement, her body trembling as she tried to rock her hips, desperate for more. “Yeosang, please don’t stop, I’m so close, please.”

He grinned up at her, eyes glinting with mischief and affection. “Patience, pretty,” he teased, his voice low and wicked. His hands slid up to her waist, holding her steady, refusing to let her move until she was squirming and whining for him, every nerve ending lit up with anticipation.

Yeosang held her still, his grip firm but gentle as she writhed in his lap, her frustration and need plain in every whine. He leaned in, lips brushing her ear, his voice a low, teasing rumble.

“Are you going to be good for me now?” he asked, his breath hot against her skin, one hand sliding up to cup her jaw and tilt her face toward his. “If you want me to let you come, pretty, you have to be good. Can you do that for me?”

His thumb stroked her cheek, eyes locked on hers, waiting for her answer, savoring the way her body trembled with anticipation.

Y/N’s breath came in shaky, desperate pants. She blinked up at Yeosang, her lips parted, eyes wide with need. “What do I have to do?” she whispered, her voice trembling, surrender and longing clear in every word. “Tell me, Yeosang. I’ll do anything, just please let me come.”

Her hands clung to his shoulders, her hips twitching despite his grip, her body aching for permission and direction. The question hung between them, thick with anticipation and trust, as she waited for his answer, willing to give him anything just to feel that final, shattering release.

Yeosang’s eyes darkened, a slow, wicked smile curling his lips. He brushed his thumb gently over her lower lip, tilting her chin so she had to meet his gaze.

“I want to hear you say,” he murmured, voice low and commanding but full of affection. “Tell me whose making you feel so good, pretty. Tell me how much you need me. I want to hear every word before I let you come.”

He held her there, their bodies pressed together, waiting for her to confess. His gaze was hungry, patient, promising her everything if she’d just give him her truth.

Y/N’s lips trembled as she tried to find her voice, her eyes locked on Yeosang’s. “You are Yeosang, you're making me feel sooooo fucking good,” she whispered, her words laced with need and love. “I need you so much, no one else, just you. Please, make me feel good.”

The confession seemed to break something open between them. Yeosang’s eyes flashed with pride and hunger as he finally let go, his hands gripping her hips and thrusting up into her, deep and fast. The sudden intensity made Y/N cry out, her words dissolving into breathless moans and incoherent rambles.

“Yeosang oh god so deep, so good, I ah, please, don’t stop, don’t stop—” she babbled, her head thrown back, hands clutching desperately at his shoulders as pleasure threatened to swallow her whole.

Yeosang watched her come undone, the sound of her voice and the sight of her falling apart just for him driving him wild. “That’s it, pretty,” he groaned, his pace relentless. “Let me hear you. Let everyone know whose fucking you right.”

The rhythm between them grew frantic. Yeosang thrusting hard and deep, Y/N riding every wave of sensation, her body trembling with the force of it. Their cries mingled in the air, growing louder with each passing second.

Y/N’s head fell back, her eyes rolling up as her body tightened around him, pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. She sobbed his name, every muscle drawn taut as the orgasm ripped through her, her voice caught between a gasp and a wail.

Unable to help himself, Yeosang’s mouth found the delicate skin of her neck and shoulder, sucking and biting until deep, dark marks bloomed, claiming her openly, leaving no doubt that she was his. His hands roamed her back and hips, holding her close through the shudders, his lips trailing possessive kisses along her soulmark and collarbone.

Yeosang felt her clench around him, saw the bliss on her face, and it pushed him over the edge. With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep, coming inside her, his own release shaking him to his core.

They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs and sweat, whispering praise, her chest pressed to his as their breath mingled in the quiet. Their bodies trembled, still joined, the world narrowed to the perfect heat and intimacy of each other.

The intensity ebbed slowly, leaving a golden haze of warmth and utter safety. Yeosang brushed the hair from Y/N’s damp forehead, kissing her temple, her cheeks, her jaw, anywhere his lips could reach. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice still unsteady but full of awe. “I love you so much, you know that?”

Y/N managed a sleepy, blissed-out smile, her fingers tracing lazy circles on his chest. “Love you more,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion.

He laughed softly, holding her tighter, savoring the feeling of her still seated on him, the marks he’d left beginning to bloom on her neck and shoulder. Pride and adoration shone in his gaze as he looked up at her. “You know, no one else gets to see you like this with me,” he murmured, voice low and tender. “No one else gets to hear those sounds you make just for me.”

Y/N blushed, nuzzling into his neck, her heart swelling with affection not just for Yeosang, but for all her soulmates. “I know all of you love me,” she whispered, her voice soft and sure. “But with you… It always feels a little different. You make me feel special in a way that’s just ours.”

Yeosang grinned, brushing his thumb over her left hip, right where their matching soulmark rested. “You are special to all of us, but tonight, you’re mine.”

They stayed like that, lost in the afterglow, soft touches, whispered words, gentle kisses. Yeosang’s hands slid down to her left hip, brushing his thumb over her soulmate mark, pressing a final, reverent kiss there, possessive and loving. “Rest here with me, pretty. I’ve got you.”

And as Paris shimmered outside their window, Y/N melted against his chest, hearts still pounding in perfect time.

After a while, the heat between them dissolved into soft laughter and lazy kisses. Y/N draped boneless across Yeosang’s chest. She let herself savor the feeling of the silk of the sheets, the distant hum of traffic, Yeosang’s heartbeat beneath her ear. For a fleeting moment, she remembered the group’s promises earlier that night: to meet for breakfast, to never let one another feel alone, to make every city their own. She wriggled, giggling at the ache in her muscles and the sticky, intimate aftermath of their night’s messy details, proof of how real it all was. Yeosang’s grin said he was thinking the same thing, eyes sparkling with fond exhaustion and a kind of wonder, as if he too was caught between the memory of the group’s laughter and the comfort of their shared solitude.

“Bath?” he suggested, voice low and fond.

She nodded, smiling shyly. “If you help me walk.”

Yeosang laughed, carefully easing her off his lap, both of them wincing and giggling at the overstimulation. He scooped her into his arms, carrying her bridal-style across the luxurious suite to the marble bathroom. The room was filled with the soft glow of Paris at night, the massive tub already calling their names.

Setting her gently on the counter, Yeosang started the water and added a generous splash of fragrant oil. He turned back to her, brushing his hands along her thighs and hips, eyes lingering on the marks they’d left on each other. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her left hip, right over the soulmate mark.

When the tub was full and steaming, he helped her in, sliding in behind her so she could rest her back against his chest. Warm water lapped around them, and Yeosang’s arms came around her middle, holding her close as he pressed a kiss to her damp shoulder.

They soaked, sharing soft words and laughter, Yeosang’s hands gentle as he massaged her sore thighs and washed her skin. Every touch was reverent, every kiss a promise of comfort, of belonging, of another golden night in the city of love.

The steamy water lapped softly at the edge of the oversized tub, swirling with the scent of jasmine and amber. Y/N sighed as she settled back against Yeosang’s chest, his knees bent around her, his arms wrapped securely around her waist under the water.

For a few blissful moments, they just soaked Yeosang pressing slow, lazy kisses to her damp shoulder, his cheek nuzzling the side of her head. His hands, though, couldn’t seem to stay still. They traced gentle patterns over her stomach, up to her ribs, then down again, gliding along her thighs beneath the water.

Y/N shivered, not from the temperature, but from the way his fingers wandered, teasing and possessive, occasionally dipping between her legs. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” she whispered, half-laughing, half-breathless.

Yeosang grinned against her skin, his voice low and playful. “Can you blame me? You’re too irresistible. And I like how you feel when you’re all soft and warm and mine.”

His hands slid higher, cupping her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples in slow, swirling motions that sent sparks shooting through her already sensitive body. He pressed a kiss behind her ear, nipping lightly. “Still so responsive. I love it.”

Y/N let her head loll back against his shoulder, eyes fluttering closed as she arched into his touch. “You’re going to get us both in trouble,” she murmured, but made no move to stop him, her own hands reaching back to tangle in his hair and urge him closer.

Water sloshed gently as Yeosang continued to explore her body, his touch growing bolder, his mouth finding every patch of bare skin he could reach. The night outside Paris sparkled, but nothing compared to the heat blooming between them, tangled together in the bath, hands and hearts utterly entwined.

Yeosang’s hands grew more purposeful, his thumbs circling her nipples as he pressed heated kisses along the curve of her neck and shoulder. Y/N melted against him, the warm water and the weight of his touch unraveling the last bit of tension in her muscles.

He felt her relax completely, her body sinking into his, and a lazy, satisfied smile curved his lips. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, pretty,” he murmured, his voice a low caress against her ear. “Think you deserve a reward?”

Y/N could only whimper her agreement, her answer lost in the shiver that rippled through her as Yeosang’s hand slid lower, fingers gliding between her thighs beneath the water. He found her already sensitive and swollen, and he hummed in approval, his other arm holding her tight to his chest as he began to tease slow, gentle circles over her clit.

“Just relax for me,” he whispered. “Let me take care of you.”

Y/N did just that, letting her head fall back onto his shoulder, her breath coming in soft, desperate little pants as Yeosang’s fingers worked her with practiced skill. The combination of heat, water, and his touch sent sparks of pleasure coursing through her, her body pliant and open, her mind blissfully blank but for him.

She moaned his name, reaching back to clutch at his thigh under the water as he coaxed her closer and closer to the edge. “That’s it, pretty,” he praised, his voice thick with love and desire. “Let go for me. Let me see you fall apart again.”

Yeosang’s fingers continued their slow circles over her clit, his mouth never far from her neck. When he felt her hips begin to roll, silently begging for more, he shifted his hand lower, two fingers gently teasing at her entrance under the water.

“You’re still so soft for me,” he whispered, voice thick with adoration. “Let me in, pretty.”

He pressed his fingers slowly inside, feeling her warmth and the way she clenched around him. With his other arm wrapped tight around her waist, he held her steady, guiding her through every shiver and gasp. His thumb found her clit again, working it in smooth, practiced motions as his fingers curled deep, searching for the spot that always made her melt.

The water sloshed softly as Y/N writhed back against him, her thighs falling open, her breath coming faster. She moaned, clinging to his thigh and letting her head loll back against his shoulder, giving herself over completely to his touch.

“That’s it, love,” Yeosang murmured, nipping at her earlobe, his voice a dark, sweet promise. “Let me make you feel good. Let me give you everything.”

Y/N’s toes curled against the slick porcelain as Yeosang’s fingers worked her with slow, steady confidence. Every movement was deliberate, his fingers curling inside her, pressing just right, his thumb stroking her clit in firm, perfect circles. The water lapped against her hips, each ripple a gentle counterpoint to the heat building deep inside her.

She whimpered, hips rocking helplessly into his hand, every muscle going loose and pliant under his praise. “Yeosang oh, god, please—” Her words dissolved into moans, her voice echoing off the marble walls.

Yeosang’s lips pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along the curve of her neck, his teeth scraping gently at her skin. “That’s it, pretty,” he murmured, the sound vibrating against her pulse. “Let it happen. You’re so perfect like this, so beautiful when you fall apart.”

With his arms wrapped around her, holding her close and safe, he never stopped moving his fingers, coaxing her higher and higher until her thighs trembled and her nails dug into his leg. His free hand slid up to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between slick fingers, every touch grounding her in the moment.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he whispered, his mouth right against her ear. “Let go, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

It was all she needed. With a shuddering gasp, Y/N’s body tensed, then shattered pleasure crashing over her in wave after wave, her cries muffled against Yeosang’s throat as he held her through every aftershock. His fingers slowed, coaxing her gently down, never letting her feel alone or adrift.

He pressed a kiss to her temple, then let his lips trail along her shoulder and arm, the water rippling as he shifted behind her. His hands soothed her sides, holding her close as she melted back against his chest, boneless, glowing, and completely safe.

Yeosang held her against his chest, the quiet of the bathroom wrapping around them like a soft blanket. The water was still warm, swirling gently around their tangled legs. He stroked slow, soothing circles on her stomach and thighs, his touch reverent and unhurried.

Y/N let herself relax completely, her head resting on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed as she listened to the steady beat of his heart. Every so often, Yeosang pressed soft kisses to her damp hair, his breath warm on her skin.

“You did so well,” he whispered, his voice full of pride and affection. “I love seeing you like this, so happy, so relaxed.”

She smiled, a sleepy, satisfied sound escaping her. “You always make me feel safe, Yeosang.” Her fingers found his hand under the water and squeezed.

They stayed that way, drifting in the soothing warmth, sharing quiet words and soft laughter. Yeosang gently washed her skin, paying special attention to any spots that might still ache, his care never faltering. When she shivered, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, promising, “We can stay here as long as you want. I’m not letting you go.”

Eventually, the water began to cool, and Yeosang helped her out of the tub, wrapped her in a fluffy towel, and carried her back to bed. He tucked her in beside him, gathering her close beneath the covers. As their breathing slowed and the city's lights shimmered softly outside, Yeosang pressed a kiss to her temple and whispered, "You did so well tonight, pretty." His voice brimmed with pride and tenderness. "I'm so proud of you for everything. For how open you were, how much you trusted me. You're everything I could ever want." His fingers traced gentle, grounding shapes along her spine, surrounding her in warmth and comfort.

In the hush of the night, Y/N let herself drift, safe in the warmth of Yeosang’s arms, the city’s glow casting lazy gold patterns over tangled sheets. Her phone buzzed a group chat lighting up with the usual chaos: San’s dramatic plea for cuddles, Wooyoung’s blurry balcony selfies, Jongho’s one-word refusals, and a string of emojis no one would ever decode. Hongjoong was already plotting breakfast, Yunho pretending he’d drag everyone for a sunrise run, Mingi threatening to order room service for twelve.

Y/N grinned, warmth blooming in her chest. This was what “home” looked like now: the tangled limbs of the people she loved, the noise and the laughter, the gently relentless way they pulled each other back together, city after city, night after night. She tucked herself closer to Yeosang, letting the familiar banter wash over her, heart full and light.

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