#topaz's work

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. 

Seonghwa’s eyes immediately zoom in on the sliver of skin between your baggy sleep shirt and shorts. Oh, how he loves to run the pads of his fingers over the soft flesh when you cannot move an inch. He can’t help it, he’s addicted to you. His index finger slips under the waistband and he immediately gasps and pulls back. 

The sleep paralysis demon’s gaze descends to your ample thighs that are on display for him with your blankets practically kicked off. His hands squeeze and massage the skin there. There’s plenty for him to touch, pushing one leg a little upwards so he can feel the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

Seonghwa has to stop, he knows he does. He’s only ever admired your soft skin, he’s never gone beyond a touch in your innocent areas. 

But tonight, you let out the tiniest whimper. It’s barely there in the night air before it’s gone, but Seonghwa fucking heard it.

In an instant, Seonghwa’s straddling your body on the bed, hands pushing up your shirt, both palms sliding up your ribs. He stops just barely under your breasts, before he can cup you. He breathes in deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he attempts to get himself under control.

You’re his beautiful dark angel and temptation itself. Typically, he’d be fine terrifying the shit out of you, or anyone for that matter. But one of these nights he had caught the whiff of arousal from you and it had intrigued him. Had you gotten off in an attempt to fall into a deeper sleep and avoid him? 

Or… he allowed himself the thought that he was the object of your desire. Imagine if during the tiny moments of shadows clinging to him, his eyes white pinpricks in the otherwise dark room, you were rubbing one out to him?!

Seonghwa swallows loudly and his hands creep that half an inch until he’s carefully bouncing your tits in his palms. He licks his lips at the thought of your nipples. He’s yet to touch or see them and he’s almost drooling for the chance. 

“Did you really think a silly dreamcatcher was going to keep me away, hmmm?” Seonghwa hums mockingly. “I’m much more powerful than a trinket.”

With an almost petty push, Seonghwa shoves your shirt upwards. His thumb flicks your soft nipples, making them pert with the touch. It’s not long before Seonghwa’s extended his lanky body along yours, all thoughts of holding back gone. His tongue is wrapped around your nipple, sucking greedily. His fingers have finally shoved under your waistband and have been teasing and tempting your outer and inner lips with brief touches. 

Your breathing has quickened at the pleasure that Seonghwa offers. You can’t move as the paralysis demon takes advantage of the moment that he haunts you. You’re wet and Seonghwa smirks to himself. His beautiful dark angel is enjoying what he’s doling out. 

He pops off your nipple to watch your face as he finally, treacherously, circles your clit with his middle finger. Your eyes race behind your lids and your eyebrows faintly furrow at the tease. 

“Do you like that, Angel?” Seonghwa murmurs into the shell of your ear, eyes hooded in lust for you. 

The paralysis demon becomes addicted to the way your hips twitch upwards as he edges you with brief touches to your clit, every so often moving back to your hole to sweep up some more wetness and to go back to circling your clit. It’s slowly rising from its hood, and your breathing is getting faster. 

Your quiet noises escalate to something a little bit more louder, a little bit more fearful. Seonghwa feels the tendrils of your horror feeding him and his eyes snap upwards to your face. That moment that used to be when he fed from you came without his knowledge. Your eyes were open and fully capable of seeing him touching you in such a taboo manner.

Before Seonghwa can control his powers, he snaps out of existence, a pure instinctual reaction to his worry. For he had not intended to feed on your fear that evening, while touching you so intimately.

You sit up and gasp, bringing a hand to your chest, clearly to calm your beating heart. “What the hell?” You cry out, unsure exactly what that had been all about.

Your eyes find the broken dreamcatcher beside your pillow and you whimper for a different reason. Seonghwa can’t help but close his eyes and breathe in your delicious terror. You fed him quite well, even though it wasn’t the normal quiet build up of fear. 

“Seriously, what the fuck?” You shout louder, throwing the broken dreamcatcher. “Am I broken too?”

Seonghwa chuckles to himself, not like you could hear him regardless, but it’s the quiet kind of chuckle that only comes from a man that’s satisfied with a bewildered but turned on partner. 

“You’re perfect for me, not broken, angel,” He says in the mirror to your world that is the demon realm. 

You gather your blankets around yourself and with a huff, close your eyes tight and attempt to go back to sleep. But your heart is still beating wildly. Seonghwa can feel it pulsating. You definitely weren’t feeding him anymore, which meant…

Seonghwa leans forward, over the bed, and hears a soft gasp come from you. Were you…? 

A diabolical grin pulls at the sleep paralysis demon’s face. You were finishing what he started. He leaves your room with a newfound confidence. Tomorrow night would be a whole different story. 

When your sleep paralysis demon visits you next, excitement thrums through his veins. He’s always excited to see his beautiful dark angel but this time, knowing that you crave him like he craves you, brings newness to his visit. 

He smells the air and then laughs condescendingly. “Sage? Really, Angel?” He sees the circle of salt around your bed as well. Why were you playing hard to get when you got so wet at his inquiring touches? Seonghwa clucks his tongue at you. You deserve punishment for trying to stop him. 

This time, as he crawls on the bed, he pinches your nipple roughly through your shirt in passing and then begins to undo the belt to his pants. He’s imagined pushing his cock into your pliant mouth a million and one times. He feels himself get hard as the anticipation gets to him.

“There’s my girl,” He coos at you, smearing his cockhead against your lips. 

Capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, he drops your jaw and pushes past your precum smothered lips. His roll into the back of his head as your warm and wet mouth encompasses his length. His eagerness to fit himself entirely into you causes you to choke, having shoved too deeply into your mouth. He lets out a desperate cry. The feeling of your throat desperately trying to swallow him has his heart speeding up as well. 

He can’t help himself, really, as his pelvis presses flush with your lips. The sweet, wet, choking noise you continue to make becomes music to his ears. Spit is starting to spill out of the corner of your lips and the blowjob is only getting messier. Seonghwa has to reign himself back in before he explodes in your mouth. That’s not how he wants his first time with you to go. 

“Such a temptation, Angel,” He murmurs, lovingly wiping the mixture of his precum and your spit from your chin. 

Your eyes are open now and Seonghwa grins wildly. “There you are. Just in time. I want you to watch while I take your body exactly where you want to go.”

You make weak noises of distress and Seonghwa is fed with your fear. He closes his eyes and drinks in your offerings. “I’ll repay the favor, don’t you worry.”

Seonghwa removes your sleep shorts and thumbs your clit through your underwear. He barely touches you but a wet spot appears through your grey panties. “Did you get wet from taking me so well in your mouth? Ugh, you’re so perfect,” Seonghwa whispers reverently. 

Your breath is coming out in short, panicked spurts. Seonghwa licks his lips lazily. “I know what you did after I touched you last night, Angel. You liked how I played with you while you slept and while you couldn't move.”

You let out another noise, this one of clear disagreement, which causes Seonghwa to chuckle. “Of course you did. Why else would I be drawn to you, to feed from your fear?”

Your sleep paralysis demon pushes aside your panties and ruts his cock along your wet folds. He doesn’t need to coat himself in anything, your mouth having done a damn good job, but he likes the way your breath hitches and your thighs clench with your restricted movement. 

“Your throat took me so well, I’m sure your pussy will as well,” Seonghwa hums in contentment. 

You both let out a moan in unison as he enters your sopping cunt. The stretch is something for you, and you clench down on his length. 

“Oh yes,” Seonghwa hisses, feeling your walls fight his girth. “I’ll fuck you for every inch.”

His hips rock forward, opening you up for him. Seonghwa leans forward, running a finger down your cheek. “So good for me. I’ll make sure you come this time, Angel. I promise.”

You let out a whine. Seonghwa can’t help but press his body against yours, leaving all his weight on you. He likes the way your soft curves feel against him. You let out more distressed noises. 

“You’re going to come so hard, angel. Breath restriction’s a bit of my area of expertise,” Seonghwa chuckles. 

Seonghwa continues to thrust into you and this time, the noises you make are tiny little cries of pleasure. “You gonna come? You gonna come for me?” He leans so that he can whisper the next part against the shell of your ear. “Come apart for me, Angel.”

You let out a long, drawn out moan as your climax hits you like an avalanche. It takes your breath away. You can’t close your eyes as it sweeps Seonghwa away as well. He lets out a loud cry, back arching as he unloads directly into you. Those terrifying pinpricks of light disappear but the darkness continues to consume you. Your vision starts to dim and you make a panicked screech.

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa curses, and he lifts himself off of you. 

You suck in greedy breaths of air as the weight of your chest is lifted. In through your nose and out. You whine and whimper at the terrifying experience.

But all Seonghwa can focus on is the dark, viscous fluid that’s leaking from your pretty cunt. His lips part in awe. “My cum looks so good dripping from your pussy, Angel.”

Then suddenly, your sleep paralysis demon is gone. You can move now but the first thing you do is groan and put your head in your hands. Had you actually enjoyed that?! You let out a yelp, as sitting up has encouraged the foreign fluid in between your legs to gush out even more. 

“What the fuck?” is still the only thing you can manage. Because seriously, what the fuck was going on right now?

Your sleep paralysis demon had fucked you. You had come because of it. You shudder and you're not sure what's the cause: excitement or terror. Or maybe it's a little bit of both.

You sigh and rub your eyebrow tiredly. This has been the seventh take of what was supposed to be a tasteful, slightly corny, but by EVERY means for the female eye porno. Your female actor was too used to acting it up for the male gaze and it was fucking with your vision.

You pull off your headphones and stomp over to the scene in the laundromat. “Let me show you what I want.”

Park Seonghwa, in his short top and jeans slung low, underwear band playing peekaboo and tanned skin out for display, stood leaning back against the washing machines, double stacked. 

“Can I touch you?” You make a point of asking. You may be in the porn industry but it was especially important that the actors feel comfortable. When Seonghwa nods slowly, like he’s a deer in the headlights, you begin your example.

You looked pointedly at the female star, who was casually tying a robe over her skimpy clothes. You grabbed Seonghwa's hips, firmly pushing him up against the machine. “You’re the one in power. It’s taking two men to pleasure you,” You instruct.

You run the tip of your nose along the seam of skin that Seonghwa is flashing. “You’re enjoying yourself. You want to feel the heat of his skin against your tongue, like you could drink it off him.”

Seonghwa watches you with wide eyes. He’s a vet in the porno world but he’s never been manhandled like this before. Especially by the director of all things.

“You want to hear his noises, hear him moan. You can be drunk off your power and loving it but moaning for no reason is really going to throw a female viewer off,” You say, head still at height with Seonghwa’s crotch.

“And then--” You look over your shoulder at the newbie, San. “Come over here, San.”

Choi San, a rising star with an equally slutty waist, pads over hesitantly where you’re bent over in front of Seonghwa. His eyes are shaky, looking hesitant as his hands hover. 

“Now San is enjoying what he’s seeing. He wants a piece too. But he has to be a good boy if he’s going to share,” You continue your narrative.

“Good boy?’ San squeaks.

You sigh. “Yes. Now put your hands on my hips.”

San’s hot hands grip your hips firmly. He may be a newbie but he was good at his job. 

“So while you’re busy sucking Seonghwa off, because you do so enjoy the weight of him on your tongue, San is nudging up against you, begging for access. You can pop off Seonghwa to answer San, but it has to be a place of power. You’re not begging him to fuck you. He’s gotta show that it’s worth taking the two of them at the same time.”

“Wow,” is all the female star can say. 

You stand up suddenly and clap. “Got it?” Both San and Seonghwa nod quickly in response. You smile, full of sunshine. “Good. Let’s go for another take.”

You sit in your chair, pulling your headphones back on, and sitting forward in your chair. “And action!”

The female star takes her cues from you very well, changing her attitude immediately. Seonghwa appears as melted candy in her hands and it’s exactly what you wanted. You did a careful pandown of Seonghwa’s body, from top to bottom. You managed to capture his eyebrows curved inward and the pop of his full lips as his teeth let them go. 

You raised your hand to silently count down until San entered the scene. His eyes were hooded as he took in the scene before him. Bronze skin on display because of the hot weather made him even more readily available than Seonghwa. Suddenly, the main female star has more options than she thought. You smiled inwardly, feeling glee at the female empowerment. 

The next hour or so goes seamlessly and you call for a break. 

Seonghwa and San make a beeline for you, after your assistant took your afternoon coffee order. 

“Can we get some notes for the next scene?” San asks eagerly. 

“We?’ You raise an eyebrow in Seonghwa’s direction.

The older actor nods enthusiastically. “It’s been eye opening to hear your perspective.”

You turn around to head to the back door of the laundromat. You crook two fingers to guide the two actors behind you. “My trailer has air conditioning. Let's go boys.”

Once inside, reclining against the sink, you open your script to refresh yourself. The next scene was the actress getting double timed by the two men. San takes a seat on the bench with the table and Seonghwa sits on the other end. 

“So this next part, after being spitroasted by the two of you, is…” You lick your finger and flip the pages. 

Upon the pause in your words, San pipes up. “You never acted, did you?”

Your gaze slowly rises above the script pages. “Why do you ask?”

Seonghwa exchanges a long glance with San. “Well, it just seems you have a lot of experience with this. And considering how you want to change the perception…”

“I’ve had a couple of indie films that were sensual enough that I had a few porn production companies ask me to try my hand at one of their films. I knew I wasn’t going to produce anything that they’d like. Or that they’d butcher my script. But when a female run company approached me, I knew it was time,” You provide.

“So… this vision comes from different experience?’ San continues. 

You chuckle lowly. “Are you asking me if this comes from personal experience, San?”

San scratches the back of his head. “I mean… does it?”

Cheeky bugger, this one. “Can’t film a porn if I’m an innocent soul, hmmm?” You hum.

“Well, no, what I mean is--!” San sputtered and you found it cute.

“She’s playing with you, San.” Seonghwa claps the younger’s back. “The script is definitely yours,” he says to you. “I can feel your voice right now and it is so similar to the narrative.”

You can’t help but shrug. “A woman in power is a heady thing.” You straighten your spine to get back into the professional head space. “Back to the script, the scene--”

“It’s my turn, right?” Seonghwa interrupts your train of thought. 

You lay down the script. “Exactly. The main character has decided what she’s had in her mouth she’d like to feel inside of her. And she can’t leave out her new toy, so she decides she’ll take San from behind.”

“Can you show us?” San wonders. 

Casting was easy with this one. You had judged him too quickly when he had walked into the room. Natural bitch face had you pegging him as one of those ‘take’er from behind and slap that ass’ type man. But the minute he read your script, wet eyes big and begging, you knew he’d be perfect. 

“The position is that San, with his arms, is going to hold the female up and open for Seonghwa,” You supply. 

Seonghwa stood up along with San. “Won’t that be uncomfortable for her?”

“She’s been warned. A few stretches will do wonders for her,” You shake your head.

“I think he means, would that really be comfortable if they were truly having sex?” San clarifies.

You frown. “Well, no, it’s actually quite easy--”

San’s hands descend on your shoulders, having taken his place behind you. Oh. They wanted that kind of show. Whatever helped them film the scene better, you supposed. 

You lean a little bit against San’s firm chest. “So, to start you’re gonna lift one of her legs by the back of her thigh. You want to almost brag to Seonghwa that you came inside her first. Your cum should be dripping out of her, and Seonghwa says--”

“--I can’t see that well, lift her other leg,” Seonghwa supplies in a sultry tone.

You nod. “Exactly so then--” You can’t help but squeal as San puts you in the position that the female actor is going to be. His hands grip your thighs firmly, immediately burning a handprint through your leggings. 

“I’m turned on by another man’s cum dripping out of your pussy or I’m simply eager to add my own to the mix?” Seonghwa wonders. 

“Uh, well, I was thinking the latter,” You supply.

Seonghwa nods slowly like he’s absorbing your words. “But San’s got no way to maneuver himself inside of you. He’s using his hands to hold you up.”

You’d let the freudian slips go. “If you check the script, it says that--”

San begins to lift you slowly up. “Aren’t I supposed to let my cum run down your cunt and coat my cock?”

Okay, one of them making a mistake you could accept but the both of them? “Her cunt. Yes, and then--”

“Can I help him?” Seonghwa asks. 

He’s awfully close to you now, his lips turned inward as if he’s anticipating your response.

“To put himself inside of her?” You ask. Seonghwa nods. “Well, I suppose that adlib wouldn’t be horrible. I wasn’t exactly looking to festishize two males in this one, though.”

“It’s just one bro helping another. What if he slips while trying to push in?” Seonghwa supplies.

San’s most definitely getting turned in by the conversation. His bulge is between your ass cheeks now. He must be trying to figure out how high he’ll have to raise you--her---so that he can penetrate the asshole. 

“So, we can practise this on set with your co-star. Now if you’ll just let me down, San.” You wait but you don’t feel the release of San’s muscles. “San?”

“Wouldn’t it be better if we practised more?” Seonghwa meets your gaze, eyes searching out yours. 

You raise both eyebrows. “I think this is plenty, don’t you?”

Seonghwa shakes his head. “I thought I’d help a newbie out. San’s not done anal on camera before. We should pop his cherry before you get back in your directing chair.”

Well, that’s a new one. 

“With me.” You state.

“Who better to practise with than the one with the vision? You can give us notes afterwards. Learning first hand would give me such an edge moving forward,” San murmurs into your ear. 

Your nipples tighten under your shirt. Instead, you say, “This is so unprofessional.” You squirm slightly in San’s grasp but he adjusts quickly, not letting you go. 

Seonghwa shakes his head, his fringe in his eyes making him blink cutely, helping his case. “Surely not. It’s our profession and yours. You tell us where to go, just like on set, and we’ll follow your lead. You’ve got the lines memorized, right, San?”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” San says, straight from the script and going right to your stomach, curling there like a purring cat.

“Don’t you want this too?” You reply with a husky voice, unable to help your tone. 

“It’s more important that this is what you need,” Seonghwa purrs. 

“I need both of you inside of me.” Your voice is wobbling by now. 

“This is in the way though,” Seonghwa muses.

“No no, wait--!”

Before you get a chance to tell Seonghwa to not ruin your only pair of pants on set, Seonghwa's already tearing the crotch apart. The satisfying ripping sound is like music to your director’s ears, however. 

Seonghwa lets out a very male chuckle. “Oh, she’s gooey.”

“Excuse you,” You cough out. 

“It’s too bad it isn’t my cum though,” San laments. 

Jesus, how long had these two been planning this? Was it because of your demonstration earlier? 

“Good point,” Seonghwa agrees, lips pursed in thought. 

“Where else are you going to get lube at a laundromat?” You laugh weakly. 

“Mmmm, spit will just have to do,” San says.

“Oh no, young padewan,” Seonghwa shakes his head, his shoulders moving with silent laughter. “Spit will dry too quickly. Get inside of her cunt first, coat yourself with her wetness, then fuck her ass.”

“Oh, pro tips coming from a pro, huh?” You can hear the grin in San’s voice.

“Also you’re putting the cart before the horse. You have to get out of your pants first,” Seonghwa says with a crooked, playful grin.

“Weren’t you supposed to be helping me with that?” San reminds Seonghwa.

Seonghwa looks at you inquiringly. “Well, Director? What do you think?”

“Tease--” You croak so you have to clear your throat. “Tease him.”

Seonghwa looks over your shoulder to San. “You didn’t say anything earlier.”

“Please, Papi, tease me,” San coos and then laughs. 

The joking between them relaxes some muscles in you. Two men being at ease with each other, especially on set, was settling whatever nerve had been holding you back.

“That’s it, sweetheart, use my chest to relax. It’s us pleasing you, remember?” San murmurs.

Those plush lips of his brush along your neck and you find yourself turning your head to give him better access. When San moans into the crook of your neck, you know that Seonghwa has found his target. 

“There we go, I didn’t even have to do anything,” Seonghwa whispers quietly. “Sannie was nice and hard for you already. Now we just have to get him inside of you.”

Seonghwa angles San so that the younger man can penetrate you. You and San groan in unison as he slides right into you without any resistance. With all of your weight in San’s hands and arms, the pornstar flexes his abdomen and shallowly thrusts inside of you. You whimper at the stimulation. 

“Just enough to coat it,” Seonghwa reminds San. “Remember, that’s my hole.”

“Yeah yeah,” San grumbles. “She’s clamping down on me so hard though. It’s like she doesn’t want me to leave.”

You’ve got a problem on your hands: you’re already dumb on San’s cock. 

“No no, don’t leave,” You moan. “So good.”

Seonghwa grips your chin to bring you back to reality. “C’mon, lover, don’t go soft on us now.”

“So good,” You whine.

Seonghwa captures your lips in a kiss. “God, you’re cute when you’re pussy drunk.”

“No!’ You whimper as San slowly pulls out of you.

“It’s okay,” San reassures you. “I won’t leave you empty for long.”

With the aid of Seonghwa again, San penetrates your puckered hole, more slowly this time. When he’s full hilt inside of you, you mewl when he doesn’t make any movement.

“So demanding,” Seonghwa jokes, flipping to the script. 

You attempt to pull some moisture into your mouth by licking your lips. One of your hands clasps the back of Seonghwa’s neck. “You better finish inside of me before my loads are done, otherwise, I’ll be the one you never finished.”

Seonghwa flashes you a crooked, slow smile that makes your insides melt even more. “It would be my pleasure.”

Seonghwa’s hand moves to the small of your back to push your lower half further out, somewhat pulling San out of you but pushing into you nonetheless. 

“Oh, oh my god,” You curse at just how full it is to feel this way. Again. 

“That’s not the line, Miss Director. Should we call cut and roll it back?” San wonders. He pulls you back down on his length, pulling Seonghwa out. 

“No, no, I can do it,” You gasp, pulling yourself back from the lust-fog that’s covered your mind. “I want to feel like you’re fucking me on the washing machine, come on boys,” You whine. 

Then it’s off to the races as the two pornstars fuck you like they’re being filmed. You can feel San’s body rolling behind you, small puffs of air hitting the back of your neck. Seonghwa almost doesn’t have to do anything to move in and out of you, so he takes advantage of his free hands and holds your head in place for messy kisses. San whines about being left out and you watch in awe as the two exchange a kiss full of tongue and saliva. 

“I’m not going to last very long,” You admit. 

“I thought it took two dicks to even make you come?” Seonghwa counters with the lines from the script.

“It’s just so good. I forgot. Oh please please please don’t slow down. You’ve got to recover and then we’ve got to shoot and--”

Any further real life invasive thoughts are gone as Seonghwa sucks his thumb and then begins to rub your clit. 

“Let’s see you come, Director,” Seonghwa suggests.

“Are your come noises pornographic?” You could picture the adorable eye smile of San’s right now at his pun.

Your back arches, your toes point, and your legs spread as you come hard enough to see stars behind your eyes. You don’t even attempt to quiet your groans as they both fuck you through your orgasm and search out their own. 

“Fu-fill me up,” You manage to stutter.

San’s first to go, bringing his hips flush to your ass and releasing with a low groan. He holds your legs wide as Seonghwa finishes next, nose scrunched up and unloading everything he’s got. 

“Not sure our co-star will be able to live up to that performance,” Seonghwa teases you.

“Oh god,” You moan. “San let go of my legs. One at a time, mind you, please.”

San does as you ask, Seonghwa’s hand firmly on your waist in aid. Your face heats up as you feel both loads of cum slowly start to leak out of you. You clench as hard as you can with both holes. 

“No one speaks of this,” You command.

San dips his head, his eyes searching out yours. “Because this is going to happen more often or..?”

Seonghwa starts to laugh at the rookie’s insistence. “That can be the price for our silence,” he offers, eyes shining with amusement. 

You rub your eyebrows in worry. “We’ll figure out the semantics later. Clean up and I’m going to see if my assistant can’t find me another pair of leggings.”

“No notes?” San pouts.

“I think the fact that she was dick-drunk was enough,” Seonghwa supplies.

When both male pornstars leave your trailer, you hear the perky voice of the female actress from outside of your trailer.

“Where have you two been?” She wonders.

“Getting notes from the director,” San says immediately. 

“She’s great, isn’t she?” the female actress sighs happily.

“Oh, better than you can imagine,” Seonghwa confirms.

After finally managing to use your bobby pin to undo the padlock on your door like you were Nancy Drew incarnate, you rush down the narrow, dimly lit hallway, turning a corner and feeling absolute doom overwhelm you as you see yet another locked door. This one has as many locks as problems.

"Fuck," You curse as you slam your fist against the door. 

"Where do you think you're going, Sweetheart?"

Your captor places his palm against the seam of the door and lifts an eyebrow in question at you.

You swallow dryly. You're well aware that that charming face does not hide a charming soul; his soul is as black as they come. 

"Let me go!" You shout to his face nonetheless. 

What did you have to lose? He already kidnapped you and was keeping you hostage.

"No can do, I'm afraid, Lovely. You see, it took an awful lot to get you here. But, if you want, I can let you have the illusion of freedom. If you run down the other end of the hallway, there's a door that will lead you to my room."

"Why would I run to your room?" You demand incredulously.

Those broad shoulders shrug as if you just asked him if it was raining outside or not. 

You spin and hurl your body down the hallway, when a chest laugh follows you. Maybe if you could get into your room and turn the lock around...

"I knew you were fun!"

You turn the corner and your heart jumps to your throat, seeing the kidnapper running after you. What kind of game was he playing?

You run into the door that had been barring you from leaving your room but your captor is right behind you. You manage to open the door a crack but he punches it close. You can feel the heat radiating off his body.

“That’s not my room, Kitten,” He says into your ear from behind. 

You turn around and glare at your captor. “What do you want from me?”

His dark eyes move from the top of your head down your body. “So much.”

You shiver at his words. “I’d like to go back into my room now.”

“Oh, don’t be like that!” Your captor chucks your chin up. “Where’s all that fire from before?”

“Who are you?” You demand instead.

“I’m so glad you asked.” He breaks into a sunshine smile that makes you frown in response. “My name is San.”

“San--” His name comes out shaky, belaying your nerves.

San’s eyes roll into the back of his head and he moans loudly. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dying to hear you say that.”

“Wha-why did you knock me out and kidnap me?”

“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Pretty.” San reaches out and you flinch, only to find that he captures a lock of your hair and runs it through his fingers. “Now I’ve got you right where I want you.”

“In your murder house?” You spouted.

Both of San’s eyebrows raise. “Murderhouse? Oh no, that is definitely not what I intend to do with you.”

“Why kidnap me then? Can’t you just be a normal guy and ask me out on a date?” You pose.

San chuckles under his breath. “Why, when this is much more fun?” He tips his head towards the only other door in the hallway. “There’s knives behind that door. If you can get there before me, you might have a fighting chance in getting out.”

“I don’t understand,” You whisper. 

“Play with me,” San says in a sing-song voice. His pupils are blown. 

You duck under his arm and with a burst of new adrenaline, you run towards the door he had indicated. It’s barely a door, more like an opening in the wall, as if it closed, it would disappear completely. Where the hell were you???

You slip through the opening, your gaze scanning immediately for the knives San talked about. He said this wasn’t a murder house but he had knives?

You find them, beside some wax cubes and rope. You grab one of the knives, grasp so tight the wood creaks. 

You freeze when your mind catches up to what you’re seeing. The X on the wall. The four post bed. This room was a…

You hear a tiny shuk and you whip around to see San closing the opening behind him. He has a half smile on his face. “Like what you see?”

“You have a sex dungeon?” You blurt out.

Slowly, San begins to roll up his sleeves. “I’d prefer pleasure room, but you seem to be a darling of vocabulary, so who am I to correct you?”

“You wanted me to run here, didn’t you?” You hold the knife in front of you with two hands.

“I like watching your ass as you run, what can I say,” San chuckles.

You frown heavily. “This is fucked up.”

San strides towards you. The knife is pointed to the middle of his chest, between the peak of his cleavage. The deep v-neck made much more sense now. He was seducing you.

“Darling, I’m all kinds of fucked up,” San says in a husky voice. 

“Stay back,” You threaten with a slight whine in the back of your throat. 

San easily pushes the knife down, not bothering to look as it cuts through the silk of his shirt and furthers the bottom of the v, only revealing more of his body. When the knife is pointed towards the floor you drop it. 

“Do you really want me to stay back?” San wonders. 

“I don't understand what kind of game you're playing.”

“I think you know exactly what to do,” San purrs.

You drop wordlessly to the floor, knees thunking against the wood. If you played his game, would he let you finally go free? That's how men are, right? Once they have a taste, they move on.

Your gaze flickers upwards to San. “Is this what you wanted? Dreamed about fucking my mouth?”

San groans, running a hand through his hair and making it disheveled. “Fucked my fist to the thought of fucking your soft mouth while you slept. You should put something over your phone when you sleep, you know. Extremely hackable.”

“You watched me while I slept?!” You say incredulously.

San reaches to run a thumb along the bottom of your lip. “The nights that you touched yourself were the most torturous. But I told myself it would be worth the wait.”

“I'm not asleep right now,” You say with a dry mouth. 

San smirks with one corner of his lips. “No, you're not.”

You let your captor push his thumb into your mouth. You're starting to feel like maybe just sucking him off won't be the end of this. 

“Not yet,” San murmurs softly and then you feel a prick in the side of your neck.

Your vision blurs as you collapse further to the floor. San is holding a needle. The last thing you see is San’s face as you fall into a deep sleep.

You wake up, but ‘wake up’ is a generous choice of words. You’re groggy and you can barely keep your eyes open. They keep fluttering shut, with your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Your throat is dry and you whimper. Where were you again?

“What’s wrong, Sweetheart?”

That cloying voice lures you out of your sleep-induced state. You desperately try to peel back your eyes. You know you are in danger, but your skull feels like it is stuffed full of cotton. You cough and lick your lips. You try to speak but some drool dribbles out the corner of your mouth instead.

The soft voice clucks their tongue and you feel something soft run down your chin. “I’ll have to adjust the dosage next time, it seems like it was a little too much for your little body.”

You need to wake up, to open your eyes, and understand what the hell is going on right now.

Except, you are having the hardest time. You let out a small whimper as you can’t seem to move either. 

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” The voice attempts to soothe you. It’s a male voice. You feel so sluggish, like everything is an after thought. “Go back to sleep, then we’ll have some fun.”

Everything goes black and you wake up later. You have no idea if you’ve closed your eyes for a minute or hours. But this time you can open your eyes. 

You’re on a four poster bed which feels wrong because your bed does NOT look like this. Your eyes still feel heavy, like sandbags are holding them down. You blink wearily, trying to rub your eye. But you can’t. That’s weird.

“There’s my sleeping beauty,” a voice says from the darkness. “Are you feeling better now?”

You smack your lips and try to form words. “Where…?”

The voice chuckles lowly. “Oh, you’re going to be so much fun to chase again. Lovely, you’re in my room, remember?”

My room. My room. My room? Who’s room?

You moan out loud, your body feeling like it’s too heavy to move even if you could. Was that why you couldn't rub your eyes. 

“The temptation is real,” The voice mutters and finally moves into the light.

The person--man--is blurry still to your eyes, his features muddled. “Help?” You croak.

“Oh, Pretty,” the man sighs. He moves to the side of the bed and begins to crawl towards you. 

Slowly, but surely, his image clears in your sight. 

Your heart screeches to a halt, your breathing gets quicker and you let out a whine.

“Oh, you’re so much fun,” Your kidnapper coos, running the back of his finger down your face. “Your reactions are priceless.”

“Go!” You whimper. 

“No no, Sweetheart, you’re not going anywhere,” San shakes his head. “You’re mine now.”

His hands hover over your body, like he wants to touch you but is resisting. He rubs his lips together. “I have too much fun planned for us. You just need to wake up a bit more.”

San gently taps the side of your face. You whine again. What did he want to do to you? More chasing, is that what he said?

“Come on, lovely, don’t you want to play with me?” San murmurs. 

You shake your head desperately, when in reality, all you can manage is a pathetic flop to one side. 

“Ah, back to sleep then. We’ll play when you’re better.”

When next you are conscious, you’re back in the room that San locked you in originally. Or at least, you think you are. There’s a cot, a toilet and a slot where your food comes through the bottom of the door. 

This time you are able to sit up, but you still feel a little dizzy, but at least not completely taken out. “The fuck?” You groan, rubbing the heel of your hand into your eye. 

“Ready to play?” San’s voice comes out through a P.A system.

You pick up your pillow and throw it at the camera in the corner of the room. “Fuck you,” you say weakly.

“There’s my girl,” San chuckles. “Let’s play.”

You hear the door unlock and your blood runs cold. You hold yourself in place, heart breathing wildly. When you don’t move, San speaks again.

“You don’t want to know what happens to sleeping beauties when they don’t play my games,” his voice is flat. 

You tentatively get to your feet, making your way to the door that you had so desperately unlocked earlier. Now all you wanted was to lock yourself in. You brace yourself against the door, it’s cool metal a relief against your head. 

“If I play, will you let me go?” You whisper desperately.

“Nooo~” San says in a sing-song voice. “But I promise you we’ll have some fun. Totally worth it.”

“For you,” You grumble.

San lets out a breathy, high-pitched giggle. It sends a shiver down your spine. “You’ll enjoy yourself, you’ll see.”

You let yourself out and your breath catches hold. The hallway is dark except for random red lights down the hallway. You can see where San’s door is and where the exit is. But there’s another hallway. Was that there before?

“Tick tock, tick tock,” San sings through the P.A. 

You start to jog down the hallway that you have no idea where it leads. You hear a quiet shck and realize it’s one of those hidden doors, the same that led to San’s pleasure room. You shiver lightly. 

In no time at all, your breathing is erratic and you are sweating. You had found some dead ends, almost like there was a maze here, so you had been backtracking and starting to get weirded out. It almost seemed like the more you ran, or the harder your heart beat, the more wet between the legs you got. In fact, your nipples were hard pebbles now.

You collapse lightly against a wall, panting. “What have you done to me?”

“Me?”

You scream and jump, falling on your ass. When had San gotten into the maze with you? How long had he been following you? 

“San!” You gasp.

San’s eyes roll into the back of his head again. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say my name.”

“What did you do!” You accuse your kidnapper again.

San smiles to himself, looking quite pleased. “It’s a concoction of my own making. Why? Are you feeling something?”

“You fucking bastard,” You curse, struggling to get up. 

You falter, falling back again and this time you give up. What was the point? The game wasn’t in your favor.

Except San didn’t like that.

“Come on, Sweetheart, you can do better than that!” He encourages you. “Fight it. Fight me.” 

When you simply remain on the ground in an attempt to calm your heart and catch your breath, he goes back to negotiating. “If you can make it to the centre before I catch you, I’ll give you the antidote."

Your head snaps up. “You will?”

San smirks. “Of course. I’m a man of my word.” He offers you a hand up, but you slap it away. He laughs in amusement. “There she is.”

You groan as you get to your feet, sending a fleeting glance behind you. San is standing there with his hands in his pockets, like he’s waiting for a coffee to be made instead of you running like the final girl in a horror film.

You try to commit to memory every turn you take but it easily becomes a tumble of mistakes in your head, the damn drug San had injected into you still making you feel a little dumb. But the process of elimination is still a surefire method. 

So, when you end up in the centre of the maze, confirmed by the lush red chaise lounge in the middle and the dark walls, you collapse on your hands and knees. Once your mind is free of buzzing with figuring out the maze, your body is simply consumed by the drug. You feel a whine building in the back of your throat. 

“My my, look at you, fighting through the drug to make it to the centre of the maze.” San strolled into the centre, hands still in his pockets, like he was out on a walk in his neighbourhood. The casualness pissed you off.

“You said… you’d give me… the antidote…” You pant. 

“Mmm, yes, I did, didn’t I?” San hums, moving closer to you.

“Stay away from me!” You shout.

“But sweetheart, how am I supposed to give you the antidote?’ San cocks his head curiously. 

“Throw it over,” You grit out between your teeth.

Your pussy was throbbing, your nipples hurt how tight they were and you were starting to look at San in a different light. Obviously his pretty packaging distracted from his dark soul, but all your brain could focus on was the deep v in his shirt. How your hands are begging to run over that supple skin--you shook your head desperately. 

“I’m afraid I have to administer this personally, my lovely obsession,” San shakes his head almost woefully. 

His hand touches your shoulder, heat emanating from his palm. You gasp and jerk out of it, turning to your back. “Don’t touch me,” You command.

San’s sharp eyes wander over the animated features of your face adoringly. “You sure you don’t want me to touch you? Everywhere?” He purrs. 

Your eyebrows furrow and you can’t help but pout. “Why do you have to say something like that?”

“Because I want to touch you in all your hidden places, pretty. I’ve been wanting to since the moment I first saw you. And now, you feel that way as well, don’t you?” A small, satisfied smirk pulls at one of the corners of San’s lips. 

“You promised. You said you’d give me an antidote, San,” You whisper.

“Don’t you get it, kitten?” San’s smirk becomes almost evil. “I am the antidote. The only way to cure the pretty poison is by fucking you.”

You should have known better. The game was always rigged for San to win. He made sure it was so. And he obviously wanted you as the prize. That’s why you were here in the first place.

But now you were trapped. 

San leans in to whisper into your ear. “I know how wet you are. I know how much you need something inside of you. I want you to fight me. I want you to tell me no. What will you do?”

You let out a low moan. Every word coming from those sinful lips only makes something tighten inside of you even more. You feel like you are going to burn into ashes if you don't give into the wants and desires of your body. But you don’t want to give into San, no matter the temptation. It feels… wrong.

San licks the shell of your ear and then places a wet but chaste kiss on your pulse. “Come on, sweetheart, play with me.”

You swallow loudly but push against his shoulder. “Do--don't,” You stutter.

“Don't what? Make you wetter?” He purrs.

You shake your head. “I'm not. Not for you.”

“No, surely not,” San mockingly agrees with you. “You would never get heated up over a strange man chasing you, hmm?”

His lips and teeth find your collarbone and he sucks a lovebite there. The bloom of purple and pain causes your hand to creep up his arm. Your fingernails dig into the skin of his bicep. 

“Stop touching me,” You snarl, half-hearted by the way you're clenching your thighs.

San’s lips trail over your chest, following the rise and fall of your cleavage. “You love your titties being teased, don't you, pretty? Do you know how many nights I've watched you play with these to get yourself wet so you could grind out an orgasm quickly to fall asleep to?”

You freeze. “You're a goddamn pervert.”

San’s eyerolls roll slowly upwards to meet your gaze. “Not as much as you are. You don't think I haven't heard you whimpering no. Watch you shake your head as you pinch your nipples. Discovering that my new obsession matches my freak?”

“No, that's not true,” You deny. You turn and attempt to crawl towards the chaise lounge, away from the facts San is repeating back to you.

“My twisted little kitten,” San teases you, crawling like a beast himself after you. He uses the weight of his body against you, lowering his hips and pinning you in place.

“Let me go,” You whimper. San’s words are winding you up, sucking you in, churning your insides even more.

San kisses your shoulder and up your neck, causing you to shiver when his heated, wet lips touch your sensitive skin. “I'm going to make you come so hard, lovely. You're not going to know up from down, but you will know who's giving it to you.”

You shake your head adamantly as San’s hand skims your side, playing with the underwire of your bra. “This is madness. You're crazy.”

San hums in agreement. You can feel his happy smile against your skin. “Crazy for you, perhaps.”

That's when your body betrays you even more. You arch your back, anticipating San’s fingers to sneak under your bra but he stops before the pads of his fingers touch your underboob.

“What's this, lovely?” He teases you. “Your body is saying yes but your mouth is saying no. What is it, then?”

Your breathing is erratic and your pussy is tingling with desire. You need San to give you something more than these tempting words and sneaky touches. 

“I don't--I don't want you,” You spit out.

San moans at your denial and finally his hand pushes your bra up to your neck and his fingers cup your breast, but he does not touch your nipple. You feel him tilt his hips, his hard-on apparently against your ass. “Your denial is so sweet.”

You're fighting a losing battle. You know you are. You've known since the minute San slammed his hand on the locked door when you thought you had escaped. But that didn't stop you from fighting. It never would. You wanted to rage but you also wanted San to fuck you. Your body practically demanded it. It was time to switch tactics.

“How would you know how sweet it is?” You mock San. “You've never touched me. You've never tasted me. You've only seen me.”

“Careful, sweetheart,” San warns. 

You wrap your arm behind you, gripping San's neck and pull him closer. “You'll never know how I taste.”

“Never?” San growls, doubling up on the way he’s grinding into you. “Do you want to never come?”

“What's it going to be, San?” You respond with your own question. “Will I never come or will I come so hard I won't know up from down?”

San, clearly frustrated, laughs and runs a hand through his hair. “You are everything I wanted you to be.”

“Then touch me,” You whisper. It feels like a betrayal to yourself. But when San turns you on your back, your pussy jumps as San’s hand sneaks down the front of your shorts, and you can’t find yourself caring much. 

You hiss as San’s fingers run through your wet slit. He gathers plenty on the pads of his fingers and then he uses them to rub your clit. He’s slow, absorbing every moment with his intelligent eyes. He’s watching your every gasp, the way your lips part and lick your lips, he sees when your hips jerk and when your legs spread wider. He’s a sponge the way he learns every one of your ticks as he explores your lower half. 

“That’s it, pretty,” San coos. “Help me find all your secrets. I’ll make you feel so good.”

You know it’s the drug. It has to be the drug. You know you wouldn’t really prefer this. But as you swallow a whimper down your throat and tilt your hips towards the press of his fingers, you sigh in relief. He’s finally touching you. You’re finally going to get what your body is begging for. 

“You’re so wound up for me, aren’t you?” San continues to coo at you. “You keep denying me but you need this, don’t you? You need me to help release your build-up.”

“Sa-san,” You gasp, as you feel pleasure radiate from your clit. 

“Gonna come from my fingers touching you? The strange man that’s drugged you and chased you and now you’re going to come?”

You shudder at his words. “Stop,” You whine.

A slow smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “I feel how wet you are for me. For my words. For my fingers. You like it, kitten. You love it.”

You can’t argue with him, not because you don’t want to fight him, but because he’s already brought you to an orgasm. Your mouth stretches out into a silent ‘o’ and your legs shake as he forces your first orgasm from your body. 

You feel shame coat yourself immediately, despite your mid comedown. And yet you feel empty. You just found the orgasm you were searching for but it doesn’t feel like enough. You need more. “What have you done to me?” You demand.

San giggles. “I told you I was the antidote.”

Your fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate and feeling even more needier than before. “Give it to me.”

San raises an eyebrow at you, barely contained glee at your pleas. “Give you what?”

“Whatever it is, San, please!” You whine loudly. 

San shakes his head and pulls away from you easily. “I need to hear exactly what you want.”

Your hand clutches his slacks as he stands up, wiping off his fingers on his thighs. “Please!”

San cocks his head. “Hmm? Do I hear something?”

Your shorts are down your legs and your shirt is pushed up to your chin. You angrily rip your offending clothing off. You’re hot and needy and you know exactly what San wants from you. “San, please!” There’s still a small part of you that refuses to do this. He’s the one that captured you, shouldn’t he just be taking what he wants? Your pussy throbs at the thought. 

“Please, what?” San persists. 

“I need you,” You try.

San shakes his head. “You’re going to have to do better than that, lovely.”

You swallow your pride and some spit but your lips are having a hard time forming the words. “I need you inside of me.”

San turns his head slightly, the side profile slapping you in the face. His nose. His lips. His dimples that are present now. “You can do it,” he encourages.

“I need your cock inside of me,” You whisper. 

“Sorry?” San cups his hand to his ear. “I didn’t quite hear that.”

“Please fuck me, San, I can’t do this anymore. My nipples hurt and my clit is swollen and my pussy needs to be swallowing your cock, please please please, fuck me. Fuck me good. Fuck me hard. Bend me in half, I need it.” The words flow past your lips before you can realize in horror everything that you’re saying. Jesus, did he need all that detail?

“All you had to do was ask,” San coyly jokes and you moan loudly at his teasing.

Easily, the man scoops you up with one arm and half-drags your body until you’re near the chaise lounge. San eases his body down on the furniture and then folds his arms behind his head. 

“There you go,” San smirks.

You can’t help but shake a little in frustration. “You’re going to make me do it? You’re not going to take it?”

San’s eyes flash with desire. “You have no idea. But I need you to take me. I need you to show me how much you want me. It’s undeniable that I want you. Look at the lengths I’ve gone. But I need you to show me how much you need me. It’s my time to be desired.”

“This is ridiculous,” You grumble under your breath as you straddle his hips nonetheless.

San’s not berating you, no, instead, he’s focused on the way his hands smooth up your thighs and hug your hips. His eyes slowly move upwards, scanning your now naked upper body. And then he meets your eyes. “Oh, sweetheart,” he exhales as if you already took him inside of you.

“And can you stop with the endearments?” You huff. “You’re my kidnapper and I’m your victim. This is beyond ridiculous.”

San clutches his well endowed chest. “Bullet to my heart, Babe.” But those eyes, they’re obsidian chips. They gleam with something that makes you shiver. You’re not sure if it’s the lust or the venom there.

Your eyes break his gaze and you reach for the button and zipper of his slacks. His hand snaps upwards, gripping your chin quite forcefully. “I want you to look at me while you fuck me, kitten. The next time you break my gaze, I’m locking you back in your room and letting you rot with the drug zooming in your system.”

You swallow hard as you imagine yourself panting and masturbating, knowing full well you are unable to fix yourself. By that point you’d be a mindless animal humping San, just when you thought it was bad no. Better to play by his rules. Keep him happy. 

“Yes, San,” You say in a quiet tone, hoping your usage of his name would smooth things over. 

You could literally feel his cock jump against the side of your hand as you ran his zipper downwards. It had worked, at least. 

The shame of this all was coursing through your veins. The chase, the drugs, the fact that San had already brought you to orgasm. But as his dick throbs as you pull his pants down, with the help of San raising his hips, almost unseating you from the chaise lounge, you find yourself licking your lips. 

San smirks. “Eager and ashamed, hmmm lovely?”

“Shut up,” You snap weakly.

“Aw, cute,” San coos mockingly at you again. “You’re trying so hard not to enjoy this, aren’t you?” San yanks your head downwards so he can whisper against your cheek. “But you still remember how it feels to get off on my fingers, don’t you, pretty?”

You cry out in frustration and wrap your hand around the base of San. Angry at yourself, and angry at San, you angle the tip of his cock towards your very-wet lower lips, and push yourself down on him. The wave of relief that washes through you is quickly battled by the logic that’s still pinging somewhere in your brain. This is so wrong. But it feels so right.

“That’s it, sweetheart, take all of me in that cute little pussy of yours.” San’s eyes are drilling into yours. All your microexpressions are only making him harder. “All of my cock is all yours.”

You get goosebumps at his words. “What are you even talking about?” You mumble, nudging your hips forward and gasping as his cock shifts inside of you. You whine as you grind against his body, the feel of his cock stretching your walls finally feeling right.

“My body, my heart, my soul, it’s all yours, kitten. I’ve been waiting for you to claim what’s yours. You already have it, you just didn’t know it. But now you do.”

You frown down at the psychopath that’s currently between your legs. He’s clearly fucked up in the head if he thinks that makes any sense. In fact, it is what he thinks is true, you can see it in the pure heart eyes he has for you. Not that it’s love, he can’t feel that. It’s his obsession with you and it coming to fruition. He’s fucking crazy. Crazy for you, if you remember what he said correctly. 

You bite down on your lip, because you do not want to let him know how well he feels inside of you. His thick cock doing its job well. Not that that matters, because he’s inside of you, he can feel how you react to him. 

San reaches up with his other hand, cupping your breast, and flicking a thumb over your nipple, just the way you like it. Your nipple hardens at his touch immediately, and San grins triumphantly. 

“See, aren’t you enjoying yourself? Didn’t I say you would? Fuck, you’re squeezing me like a vise, lovely. You’re so wet and warm and eager to be full of my cock, aren’t you?” San’s eyes are nearly feverish-bright with his ramblings. He is purely getting off on you being a slut for his body. 

“I need the antidote," You rasp as you continue to sway your body in order for his cock to get some more movement inside of you. “That’s all this is.”

San keeps that knowing-secret smile on his face as you ride him. It’s lovely the way he stretches you out, the way you keep the pace that you want. San continues to absent-mindedly play with your nipple, keeping it tight and puckered. But that other hand stays firmly on your jaw, so that you have no choice but to keep the eye contact that he so desperately desires. 

You start to frown when you realize that you’re feeling amazing but it’s not enough. You adjust so you can move to get your feet under you and bounce better against San. You quicken the pace and it makes San moan loudly. You embarrassingly clench down around him when he makes the noise but luckily he doesn’t call you out on it. 

You need more balance, so you place a hand on his stomach, but your fingers find the heat of his smooth skin and you move your hand upwards, feeling his muscles tense and release under your touch.

San looks almost crazed with your hands on him. You can tell he isn’t angry about you touching him but in nirvana due to it, because he says, “Fuck, yes, touch me all over, sweetheart.”

You become mesmerized with his reactions. His chest attracts you just like it did earlier. Being able to run your hands over it was just as you had anticipated and more. He reacts so well for you as well, biting down on his lip, rolling his eyes into the back of his head, groaning as if your touch is ecstatic for him. 

You shake your head a little and focus on bouncing on San’s cock so you can get this damn drug out of your system. You do your best, you really do, but the pace doesn’t seem to match what you need to cum. By now, you’re sweating and whining in orgasm denial.

“San,” you whimper. 

“Wh-what’s wrong, pretty?” The hand that had been clenching your jaw slides along the side of your face fondly. “You gonna cum?”

Frustrating tears run down the balls of your cheeks. It’s all you want, to cum, despite the circumstances. But you just can’t seem to do it. 

“Please fuck me, San. I can’t do it myself,” You admit. 

“You are so fucking beautiful right now, do you know that?” San sits up, chest to chest now. “Crying because you can’t come on my cock. So desperate for your orgasm from my cock. Want me to help you, lovely? Just ask me, like before. Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

The tears stream down, this time in relief. San is going to help you and all you have to do is ask for it. You swallow down your pride, or rather the pieces left of it, and let your lust cloud your head. There’s no need to fight it any longer. All you have to do is accept it and you’ll get all you want, right? And you have the keys to the kingdom right between your legs.

“Lay me on my back, hold me legs apart, and fuck me hard, San, please,” You hiccup. 

“Of course, Kitten, anything for my baby’s pleasure, hmmm? I’ll make you cum around my cock, pretty as you please. Just keep crying those tears for me.”

Despite all the cute cooing, San presses a hand to the small of your back, and with nary a grunt, spins you around and lays you back against the chaise lounge, just like you asked. You sniffle, realizing that he managed to not slip out of you while doing that. 

“I’m so full, Sannie,” You whimper some more.

San smiles for you beautifully, his dimples shining like a dark angel above you. “How does it make you feel, sweetheart?”

“Safe,” You say and realize with shock, that that’s the truth. 

San is above you, bracing himself with his arms above you, and you feel safe. You have no idea when the switch happened. The barest of thoughts was that it was the drugs again but it disappears like smoke on the wind. San is your safe place. San keeps you locked and full in here, doesn’t he? Hasn’t he taken care of you this entire time? 

“There’s my girl,” San murmurs softly and you melt into his touch. “Let’s get you screaming my name next.”

San puts a firm hand on each of your thighs, simultaneously holding you down and spreading your legs to max capacity. Then he proceeds to drill into your pussy like his life depends on making you come. You do your best to keep eye contact with San but it’s hard when your eyes want to roll into the back of your head from the pleasure. 

“San,” You cry out, hands flailing, needing something to hold onto. 

His hand cups your throat, not choking you but holding you in place, because the brutal pace of his hips is making you move. One hand wraps around his wrist and the other digs your nails into his bulging bicep. 

“Tell me you hate my cock fucking your pussy so good,” San rumbles. “Tell me that you’d rather be anywhere else other than beneath me.”

You moan loudly, earning another triumphant grin from San. “I fucking hate your cock fucking my pussy so good. I’d rather be anywhere else other than under you.”

“Come for me, sweetheart.”

It’s a simple yet dirty phrase, but it’s like the key to the lock of your orgasm. It bursts through you and you scream San’s name. Finally, finally, your body feels relief and the drive to cum floats away as you sail through your orgasm. Your chest heaves and you whine as the ecstasy soaring through you is everything you needed and more. 

“My turn.”

Your body arches as San grinds a thumb on your clit, sending you through overstimulation. You squirm and cry out, your stomach dipping as San pushes you through another orgasm as he fucks through his own. He stills inside of you and all you can see is the bottom of his jaw, neck straining, as he empties out inside of you. Then his hips move, your kidnapper slowly sucks as much joy from your body as he can. 

You feel like you’ll burst if he fucks you anymore. Your fingers dig into his shoulders and you manage to yank him down on top of you. “Thank you,” you say with a raspy voice. 

“This is only the beginning, Kitten,” San whispers against your neck, lips grazing your skin in slow kisses. 

You feel that sentence from the tip of your head to the bottom of your toes. Your entire body flushes with desire. “Okay, Sannie,” you manage to say tiredly as you slowly fall into a deep slumber, this one natural. 

You wake up to the sound of wet. Your brain is slow to grasp what’s happening until you choke slightly. You feel drool running down the corners of your lips. Something smooth is running over your tongue. 

You wake in a cold sweat as your eyes open and San is fucking your mouth.

“Welcome to the world of the living, sleeping beauty,” San teases.

His pelvis muscles tense as he continues to slowly but surely fuck your mouth. His adonis belt would have made your mouth water if you weren’t already drooling. His body truly was a gift. And he said it was yours.

You make noises, frowning, until San pulls out his cock to allow you to speak. “Problems?”

You shake your head. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

San chuckles under his breath. “Where’s the fun in that?”

You sit up and you’re surprised to see you’re back in San’s… pleasure room. “You’re not going to lock me up anymore?” You look around but there is nothing binding you to the bed either.

San tips his head back and laughs a loud, belly laugh. “Why would I do that? Do you plan on going anywhere?”

You cock your head. “Of course not. Why would I leave my safe space?”

You woke up in the crude, one room hut that you called home. The dried herbs of your craft wafted through the air as you pulled from slumber’s arms. You rolled around in your bed and were met with the warmth of your lover. 

“Jae, I must start early today with the ritual,” You groaned, heaving yourself out of bed.

At least, you attempted to. Your lover’s arms wound around your waist and pulled you back into your bed. “Must you? I hate when you have to take the poor sheep’s life.”

You ran your hand up Jaehyun’s nape of his neck and dove it into his strands. They were mussy from the morning and from you tugging it last night. You felt like you were the luckiest witch in the world. 

“Mmm, I must. In order for the village to have an easy winter. It’s the least I can do. Especially since Seokmin gave me the sheep. And Seonghcheol sharpened my blade. And--”

“Yes, I know, I know,” Jaehyun interrupted you. “The village appreciates the hard work you do. But must you kill the sheep only a few meters away from where you sleep?” 

You leaned backwards to see that Jaehyun was wrinkling his nose in distaste. He wasn’t complaining last night. “Of course. My hut is at the centre of the village. I’m the hub and the villagers are the spokes. Jaehyun, why are you making such a fuss today?”

Jaehyun beamed up at you, his dimples pulling at your heartstrings. “I’m sorry. It’s just feeling extra today. I’ll leave you. I don’t want to mess up and add mal airs to the ritual day.”

This time it was you who grabbed onto his arm before he left your bed. Your gut was telling you something was wrong. “And not give me a goodbye kiss?”

“What was I thinking?” Jaehyun teased, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours. “I'll see you tomorrow for the festival.”

You sighed heavily as Jaehyun walked out of your house. Regardless of your heavy heart, you prepared for your day. 

You found your ash staff and made the correct circle in the ground where the sacrifice would occur. You used the runes for crops, health, and good luck. You made sure to dry and disperse thyme, rosemary and jasmine. Then you followed the lines with the soil from the various farms that surround your village. The final piece was the white dress you needed to wear. 

With all your preparation done, you fetched the sheep that would be your sacrifice. You lured it in with some grain. With some firm tugging and a little cajooling, the sheep went inside the sacrificial circle without disturbing too much dirt. 

Once you nudged the thyme bundle into its correct eastern position after securing the sheep to the centre, you took your spot at the northern position. The chant was simple: you simply entreated the earth to be a good benefactor. Allow the soil to be ripe with nutrients so the crops would grow, that the herds would eat well, that the humans would too. You entreated the water to allow for the good clean storms. You entreated the air to push the seeds to rest in your forests and naturally produce what you wouldn’t plant yourselves. Lastly, you entreated the sun to send strong sunshine to allow the humans to be happy and the trees to grow. 

With that, you gripped the wavy-bladed dagger that your grandmother had gifted to you when you had turned thirteen. You whispered thanks to the sheep for its lifeblood and then slit its throat. It bleated weakly and you gently laid it down so that the blood could mix with the soil of the village that you had spread around. 

You flicked the dagger that was covered in the sheep's blood to all the points: East, West, South and North. You held it above you and entreated the Goddess and her Consort to look favorably upon your tiny village. 

The door bursted open abruptly, blowing out all the candles in your hut. 

“Look what we have here.”

A silver-haired man strolled into your house like he had been invited. “A witch in the middle of a blood sacrifice. What horrible demon are you summoning to kill this village?”

“What are you talking about? I’m doing my annual ritual to help the village produce its best!” You protested. 

The man shook his head. “They always want you to think that they’re doing good. Take note, she thinks you’ll believe this even though she’s covered in blood.”

“Who are you? Why have you barged into my house? Leave and begone,” You commanded, standing up resolutely.

The man smirked. “I see my reputation does not proceed me. Why, Witch, I am the Witch’s Axe, Bang Chan.”

“The Witch’s… you mean the man that’s been going around and preaching that witches are evil? That abhorrent man?”

The silver haired man threw his head back and laughed. “I’m abhorrent when you’re the one who is about to slaughter the village that allowed you to live here? “ The man shook his head in disbelief. “Now I understand why you brought me here, friend. Here, the coins for your accurate information.”

Some of the men with the Witch’s Axe moved and cleared the path for your lover to enter. 

“Jaehyun, help me…”

The words died in your mouth as Jaehyun opened his fist to receive the coin that Bang Chan had finished fishing out from the coin purse hanging from his belt. 

“What are you doing?” You demanded in horror. 

Jaehyun looked at you pleadingly. “You know how bad my family is doing, sweetheart. I had to.”

“You…had to…” Your words tasted like ash in your mouth. 

“Come now, Witch,” Bang Chan motioned with a beckoning motion. “Let’s do this the peaceful way and I’ll be merciful with you.”

Your heart broke into pieces all around you. So did your mind. The edges to your vision felt blurry as your sadness and rage grew around you. The air began to stir without your behest. Some candles started to come back to life. 

The men with the Witch’s Axe slowly began to filter out back through your door. Chan’s hand went slowly behind his back. “Don’t make this any harder on yourself than this has to be,” He said in a quiet voice, as if you were a horse he was soothing in order to put a bridle on. 

You started to laugh under your breath but soon it bubbled from your chest, up your throat and out of your mouth in maniacal laughter. “Do you think I am one of those poor women who have been falsely accused? No, you should have given Jaehyun more money. I’m the one that shouldn’t have messed with.”

The door to your house shut firmly and all the candles you had in your house were lit with fire that rose dangerously high from their wicks. 

Chan pulled a hand axe from behind his back. Ironic. “Good. I like it when they fight.” He grinned equally maniacal back at you. 

You felt a droplet of water hit your face and you flinched like it was burning you. 

“Wait, you’re--”

“Let’s dance, Witch,” Chan roared. 

You dodged the throw of his axe, but just barely. He was already readying another to throw at you. Your branch of air and fire worked well in swirling around you. It was as if a small tornado surrounded you, wreathed in fire. You shot a fireball at Chan but he moved the bucket of water Jaehyun had hauled from the village well last night to wash from this morning so your fire never hit him. 

When the next hand axe thudded and only missed your toes because of the rush of air you used to mess with its trajectory, you knew you were in trouble. You gripped your dagger tightly. 

“I will not allow you to capture me, Witch’s Bane,” You spat. 

“Oh, you all say that. But you’ve never met someone like me,” Chan teased. 

“Oh, I’m sure there are plenty of your kind around. Did your mother think your father was a charming wanderer when simply it was a Warlock looking to spread his seed. Did she resent you for most of your childhood? I know your kind, Witch’s Curse.”

With another roar, Chan charged at you. His broad shoulders hit your midsection and slammed you into the wall so hard that you both went through the material. You landed with Chan on top of you. You were disoriented and couldn't breath. 

“You and me, we’re going to have so much fun, Witch.” A shudder ran through you as Chan pushed your hair away from your face. “First, I've got a lovely bridle to put on you, one that will pierce your tongue and make you beautifully mute. Then, I think I'll cut your heels so that you’ll never be able to run away. And then I’ll mount you when you say you’ll do anything for this torture to stop. When I’ve had my fill of you, when the village demands that you be put to the flame and cleanse it of all your evil, I’ll have three other women lined up to do the same thing. But don’t worry, I’ll remember you.”

You spat in Chan’s face. “You are a disgusting slug of a creature. I vow to you right now, I will not burn, it will be you who will be ashes by the time we’re done.”

You summoned your branch of fire and lit a corner of your dress. If you couldn't leave this place with your life, the least you could do for every witch was to rid this world of Bang Chan, The Witch’s Axe.

“No!”

Your eyes wildly looked around for the one voice that would protest your suicidal plan. Your heart had leapt at the thought that it might be Jaehyun. It was not. 

A large man threw Bang Chan off of you like Bang Chan was a brittle leaf. You heard him hit the opposite house with a crash and screams of the inhabitants. 

“Today is not your day to die,” The man vowed. 

He leaned down, placed a hand on your shoulder and in a poof of purple smoke, you two were gone from the village centre. You were on the cliffs above your village, looking down at it. The man restrained you as you watched in horror as the entirety of it burnt to the ground. Chan must have ordered it in order to flush you and the mysterious new man out, for surely you could not have gotten far. 

Except the man was clearly not a human.

“You should have helped me kill him!” You shouted. 

The man shook his head. “That’s not my path.”

You fell to your knees as your entire life burnt up. Your future, your past, your life is gone now. 

Your bruised heart panged horribly. Numbness spread through your veins from your broken heart. All you wanted was to be wanted. Why had Jaehyun done that to you? Of all the people to betray you, why him? For some coin? How could he?!

You knelt in the soft grass, dress covered in blood and a dagger in your hand. What was there to live for? You lifted it up and brought it to your breast. 

“Whatever you were going to do with that, I suggest you don’t.”

You raised your eyes reluctantly to the man that had saved you and restrained you from throwing yourself to save your village. 

“Will you also take away my choices?” You asked in bewilderment.

“No,” the man said softly. “But I don’t think he’s worth killing yourself over.”

You had no idea how this man knew what your heart wept over. No branch of magic you knew spoke of hearing thoughts. 

Still, tears welled up enough that you’d believe you were drowning, even as your sobs threatened to choke you. “I loved him.”

The man shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, and then looked up at you through his fringe. “No, you didn’t.”

When you didn’t lower the dagger from your breast, his gentle hand cupped yours and took the dagger from you. 

Your throat was tight with emotion. “I thought I loved him.”

The man shrugged. “You did. But it was not true love.”

Your lower lip quivered and you hiccuped with your sorrows. “How do you know?”

“Because I would have sent him.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “My mind has truly broken.”

Those same gentle hands chucked your chin upwards and a thumb followed the curve of your lower lip. “No, you’re anything but broken.”

You giggled, the type that fell from your lips like shattered glass. “I am obliterated.”

“I won’t allow you that.”

You pulled away from the gentle touch. “It’s too late for that.”

“It wasn’t too late to take the dagger from you.”

“I was going to carve up my flesh like my heart and mind feel like. What’s so wrong to be as I am on the inside?” You demanded.

Kind hands cupped your upper arms. “You have been wronged, it is true. But it is not permanent.”

“How do you know?” You asked with a wail. It doesn’t seem possible to live beyond this moment.

“What if I told you that you’ve not met your true love. I know who he is. If you consider living past this moment, you’ll discover him.”

That caused you to pause. That caused you to ponder. That caused you to not hurt for more than a minute or two. Curious.

“Would he heal me?”

“No.”

Would you get betrayed by even your true love?

“You will heal yourself.”

“I don’t understand.” This conversation was following threads only this man could see, apparently. 

“No, I don’t suppose you would. But you will.”

“So, you’re telling me if I decide to live, that someone will love me truly?”

A bright smile brightened the man’s face. “He already loves you. You just have to meet him first.”

He offered his hand, your dagger tucked into the back of his pants. A pendant hung from his neck as he leaned down. “Will you?”

Anything was better than what you were doing and feeling right now, wasn’t it? Not far to fall when you’ve already hit rock bottom. “I will.”

He hauled you onto your feet as he pulled off his pendant, and you were hit with a whoosh of air. You stared up in disbelief. Where had those wings come from? And the horns. And the talons. 

“What are you?”

“Shouldn’t you ask who I am first?”

You shook your head and tried to pull back but this man--nay--this demon would not let go of your hand. “If I’m seen here, they will only believe more of the lies the Witch’s Axe spreads.”

“Oh, we won’t be here for much longer. But if you ask my question, I’ll answer yours.”

“Who are you?”

“Choi San. And I am a demon.”

“A demon. I swear to you, I didn’t summon you.”

A twist of his lips has your stomach dipping. “You kind of did, actually. Anyways, you better hold onto me. We’re about to travel and it’s very disorienting.”

You turned your head and looked over your shoulder at the smoldering ruins of what used to be your village and your home. Maybe it was because you had nothing to worry about, not even your life, or maybe it was because everything had been taken from you, but you weren’t worried about San’s vague statements.

“Take me far away from here, San.”

“Gladly, my heart.”

“My--?” 

You screamed and closed your eyes as the world turned upside down. Or sideways? You weren’t sure, you just knew you felt like you were going to be sick. San had stepped through a purple portal and now you were experiencing vertigo. 

You didn’t dare open your mouth, for fear more than vomit would come out. 

“Just a little bit more,” San said, his arms tightening around you.

You were suddenly very distracted by the hard item that was pushing into your stomach.

Then your ears popped and you opened your eyes. 

“San, where are we?”

“The Demon World.”

Your jaw dropped slowly as you took in the world around you. A mute red grasslands spread out below the crest of the hill you were standing on. In the distance were crags of rocks that you could only describe as teeth, topped with a neon orange substance. It was odd but familiar and beautiful. All were true.

“I knew you’d love it here.”

Back to the matter at hand. “Why the hell are you hard?!”

San pulled at the crotch of his pants, adjusting himself. “That’s a standard response to meeting one’s fated mate.”

You rubbed your face tiredly. “This is too much. I’ve actually died, haven’t I? This is the last few minutes where my mind is just popping off and creating some fun before I truly become worms and dirt.”

San frowned down at you. “That’s not very nice of you to say.”

“I was betrayed by the man I loved, the Witch’s Axe is after me, I’ve met a demon after attempting to kill myself, and now I’m in the demon realm where said demon has just declared we are fated mates.”

San looked thoughtful. “That about sums it up.”

You held up a hand. “I’m going to need a minute.”

“Me too,” San admitted. “Although I don’t think it’s going away anytime soon because I can still smell you.”

“Then I’m going away!” You stomped down the hill but you didn’t get far.

“I don’t think so, Heart.” You have a moment to contemplate the way San’s growl made you feel before you were swept off your feet and realized you’re flying. “You have the rest of your life to realize that I’m never going to let you more than an arms length away from me.”

“This is ridiculous! You knew the entire time?” You shouted as air streamed by you. You tried to ignore the fact that you were fucking flying.

“I’m the one in charge of making sure that the demons find their witch or warlock counterparts, of course I knew. It’s my job to know.” Did you see a hint of a pout on those pillowy lips?

“San, I…”

“I know you’re heart sore. I can feel it through our connection. It’s okay. I can wait.”

You remained quiet until San flew you to the crag-teeth that you had admired off in the distance. “Our home is here.”

Our home. How did you lose the love of your life and found another one so quickly? This day was beyond maddening. 

Still, San gracefully stepped on a landing, tucking his wings against his back. “Welcome home, my heart.”

He let you down and you took a hesitant step. The furniture was similar but in a purple hue of wood you were certain didn’t exist in the human realm. The setting was cozy but lush. It felt homey but it certainly wasn’t like anything you had experienced. 

Then you zeroed in on the bed. You turned on your heel immediately. “Is there truly only one bed?”

San raised his gaze to yours and looked back down. “Of course.”

“Of course, he says,” You scoffed, throwing up your hands. “Of course!”

“You’re sleeping with me, where else would you sleep?” San protested.

“Not in the bed of a man--sorry, demon, that I just met?!”

San frowned again. “Not any demon. Your fated mate,” 

“Oh, I’m sorry, like that makes the difference!”

San flinched. “It does. I would never harm you.” 

As if to prove his point, San pulled your dagger from where he had safely tucked it and gave it back to you. You looked down at your dagger as if it could give you the answers you were looking for. 

“Look, San, I’m sure you’re a very nice demon but I don’t know you. And whatever this fated mate means to you, I’m not sure it feels the same for me.”

San’s head hung low. “I know.”

You breathed in and out deeply. You put your wavy-bladed dagger next to a double headed axe near the door. “Thank you for rescuing me. I’ll never be able to repay you.”

San shook his head adamantly. “I didn’t rescue you. I simply took you where you were supposed to be.”

You looked around. “The Demon Realm, huh? This is truly where I’m meant to be?”

“Well,” San took a step forward. “With me.”

“Okay, okay, I get it,” You used your hands to stop San from stepping too close. “I just need some time to… absorb everything.”

“Of course.”

San showed you the rest of your new home. The kitchen, the baths, the living room. Everything was open without feeling like your cramped one room shack. 

“I don’t have anything but this.” You raised the skirt of your dress listlessly. Leaving the human realm with nothing but the dress you had performed your ritual in seemed a bit ridiculous to you now. You didn’t even have your favorite socks that you wore on a cold winter night. 

“Oh, don’t worry. I had some clothes made for you. We’ll bring the seamstress in and she’ll take something in if it needs it but… I don’t think it will.”

“Know me so well, even down to my measurements, huh?” You joked.

“I’ve seen you in my dreams. I’ve felt your body under my hands. Of course I know your measurements.”

A shudder ran down your spine. You know this is odd. Weird. Not right. But somehow, after everything, San simply knowing your size and making clothes for you in advance felt like… like what you wanted from Jaehyun. 

“Oh,” was all you could manage. 

You moved to the wardrobe and opened it. There was… everything you could need. You pulled out a soft nightgown and rubbed your finger and thumb together to admire the quality of the cloth. “This is--”

A hand covered yours. “Yours. It’s yours, Heart.”

That’s when you broke. You sobbed and sobbed and San simply held you. He held you and rubbed your back until all you could manage was hiccups. And when you were done, he moved you to the bathroom where he lovingly washed your face, and left so that you could clean up decently and change into the nightgown.

And when you left the bathroom, and you saw that San was waiting for you on the bed, you practically leapt into his arms. You cuddled your cheek against his chest and sighed. “I don’t care if this is weird, it feels right.”

San pulled away to look down at you. “I thought you said you didn’t know what being mates felt like?”

Did you? How do you explain that San’s comfort meant everything to you right now?

“Whatever, can we just sleep?”

“Of course, sleep, Heart. I’ll be here when you wake up. We will have a new day tomorrow. I will show you more of the Demon Realm and your new home.”

Well, that was the plan anyways.

Things work out a little differently when you woke up to San’s cock nudging your ass and his whimpering in your ear.

“San,” You whispered.

San simply whimpered back at you, arms tight around your body. His lower half continued to grind in between your ass cheeks.

“San!” You insisted more firmly.

“Please!” San whined. 

You groaned. “San, wake up!”

San moaned and stirred behind you. His grip tightened and his hips flexed and then he pushed himself away. “I’m sorry. My body moves instinctually. It was our first night as mates and…I’m sorry,” he finished lamely. 

You moved away and this time San let you go. “It's fine.” 

Well, it wasn’t fine, or you would have let him finish in his pants as he clearly intended to. Or would you have turned around and found just how thick his cock felt against your ass cheeks? Your face heated up at the thought. Was this the mate bond San was talking about?

San cleared his voice. “I’ll run you a bath. You’d like that, to start the day clean?”

“When I’ve had my fill of you, when the village demands that you be put to the flame and cleanse it of all your evil, I’ll have three other women lined up to do the same thing. But don’t worry, I’ll remember you.”

You shivered and ran your hands along your upper arms. “I don’t think I’ll ever be clean.”

San cupped your face again. It seemed a habit of his; as if he wanted you to only focus on him. “Don’t think of him. You’re safe here. As long as you’re with me, no harm will ever come to you.”

It didn’t seem like an empty promise. San had saved you after all, despite all your attempts to fight Bang Chan. Still, the Witch’s Axe’s words seemed to slither around inside of your skull. It was impossible to rid yourself of them. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll remember you.”

You blinked as San’s lips against yours brought you out of your head. San sent you a sheepish smile as he broke the kiss. “Don’t torture yourself. I can feel it. Stay present with me. I can keep you distracted if need be.”

“I…” It had been a simple touching of lips but somehow it had your brain muddled. Especially after that offer. “No.” You shook your head as if to rid you of those thoughts. “No! San, I said I need time to absorb.”

San spoke through his pout. “I know but you were torturing yourself with your thoughts and I thought--”

“No,” You repeated firmly. “I’ll get ready for the day and you’ll show me the Demon Realm.”

“Fine.” But the pout wasn’t gone. Who knew demons pouted so often? 

With your arms held behind San’s neck, he spread his beautiful bat-like wings and took flight from the landing that branched from your new home. You let out a small squeal of delight at the butterflies it created. 

A satisfied smile spread along San’s face. “I will make sure to fly you everywhere, if you like it so much, my heart.”

You shifted in San’s arms, not exactly sure how to take that. “You don’t have to fly me everywhere. I’m not sure how your wings work but I’m sure it’s straining carrying me all the time.”

“I tossed a man yards away from you and you doubt my strength!” San protested.

You couldn't help but smile. You hadn't meant to tease him but he was absolutely adorable in his responses. You schooled your features when he looked down at you incredulously. “It’s not like I’ve inspected them. I don’t know how strong they are.”

San’s frown at your statement had you biting down on your lip. How were you to resist this man who you barely knew when he was so attractive?!

“Allow me to demonstrate.”

With a howl, San was pulling his wings tight around the both of you and performing a sudden death drop. You screamed in glee. Then he opened his wings, diving and dodging the teeth-like crags. His arms didn’t shift the slightest as he held you and you felt beyond safe despite the devil-may-care attitude. 

“When we come of age, there is a flight path between the mountains that we must fly through. It’s called Dancing like Butterfly Wings. It may sound whimsical but it was the hardest flight of my life. This is mere child’s play to that,” San told you. 

“When I came of age, I had to gather my moon’s blood and combine my two branches of power for the first time. I had to stay there all night until finally I was so frustrated I made a flame tornado that destroyed the entire glade I was sitting in the middle of.” 

You wondered how San would react to mention of your moon’s blood. Jaehyun always made sure he was scarce because it was a sacred time for a woman. You always wished he had stuck around to help you out since you couldn't use your magic much. 

San’s eyes widened. “But you’re not supposed to perform magic when you’re bleeding!”

“That’s the test,” You said proudly. “To prove that you are connected to your magic even through the pain.”

San nodded resolutely. “I understand. Going through Dancing like Butterfly Wings is similar. As if your flying is so natural that despite your muscles hurting you can still manage the high winds and maneuvers. You are strong, my heart.”

“Well, I suppose, that means we’ve been matched well then,” You allowed.

San's arms tightened around you possessively. “We were born for each other.”

“Do you really think that we had no choice over who we fell in love with?” You demanded.

San looked off in the distance, face serious. “I don't see it like that. It's more an assurance that there is someone out there just for you.” 

“You help bring fated mates together, right?” You inquired, recalling what San had told you earlier.

San nodded. “I help demons, and witches and warlocks, with their matches.”

“How?” And why didn't you find me earlier? You couldn't help but think with a painful beating of your heart.

San made a noise of distress. “I promise you, I found you exactly when you needed me.”

You sighed. “Doesn't feel that way, San.”

“I'll show you what I do another day. For today, I want to show you my favorite place in the entire Demon Realm.”

You flew in companionable silence until the early morning sun glinted off of the surface. 

“Is that water…pink?!” You demanded incredulously.

“It’s Lake Fever,” San murmured. “My favorite place.”

The lake was in the middle of a clearing, a copse of flowing trees that reminded you of weeping willows only full with blue flowers instead of leaves. It was a serene piece of heaven and you felt yourself settle immediately. 

“San, this place is beautiful,” You said softly.

San set you down. “I was hoping you would like it too.”

“I…” You were almost at a loss for words. Although you knew the demon realm existed, you  never expected it to be so beautiful. “Thank you.”

San began to unbutton his shirt. You couldn't help but watch as bronze skin was revealed. You had snuggled into it last night but you had been so emotionally overwhelmed that you hadn't truly had a moment to appreciate his carved body. San reached to the collar behind his neck and unbuttoned that too. Why hadn't you realized his shirt had an open back for his wings?

San lifted his eyebrow at you. “Want to go for a dip?”

“A…dip?”

San quirked a tiny half smile. “It’s warm. There’s some vents underneath that maintain it. It’s almost bath temperature. It’s really good for sore muscles.”

“Another reason why it’s your favorite place?” You wondered.

San nodded. “Yup.”

“Why didn’t you tell me where we were going? I could have…” You lifted your skirt uselessly. 

San cleared his throat. “It was a surprise.”

You chewed on your lip. You wanted to take this dip with San but you had just had your heart torn out by Jaehyun and you were considering going skinny dipping with your new mate? Things were moving a tad bit too fast for your logical brain. 

You shook your head. “You go ahead. I’m not the one flying us around everywhere.”

San shrugged his shoulders. His broad, muscled shoulders that rippled as he stretched and folded his wings. “Suit yourself, Heart.”

Your eyes widened as he bent over to remove his pants and then strode confidently towards the lake, as if he wasn’t butt-naked. 

Your eyes went to the sky but your mind wasn’t going to forget San’s plump bare ass anytime soon. What would it look like with nail marks, or bite marks? You shook your head. No, you couldn't--

San let out a chest laugh that was deeper than his happy giggle. “Like what you saw?”

You sat down at the shore, gathering your knees upwards and you buried your face into your arms. “You did that on purpose,” You mumbled. 

After a bit, you raised your head and watched as San splashed around in the lake. He ducked underneath the surface to wet his hair and slick it backwards, a strand or two catching on his horns. You were having a hard time not staring, even only being able to see him from the chest up. 

This was a set up, if you ever saw one, but you found that you almost couldn't complain.

Especially when San started to climb out of the water. You turned your head to avoid seeing his full frontal nudity. San let out another one of those delicious chest laughs. 

“That was offered freely, what’s wrong, Heart?” San teased.

“Doesn’t seem right,” You grumbled. 

San must have grabbed his pants and put them on because the next thing you knew was that he was standing over you, shaking his wet hair out over you. You squealed and then jumped up.

Only to meet San’s eyes dancing with amusement. He had his pants on but not his shirt, simply tucked into the waistband of his pants. 

“Are you a dog?” You demanded.

“No,” San said with a dimpled smile.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Are you done with your dip? What else can you show me?”

Instead of entertaining your question, San reached out for you. You let him drag you to his body, wet or no. “Nowhere where there are any others. We’re in our newly-mated era, you see, and I won’t suffer anyone near my mate.”

“Awfully possessive for a demon I’ve barely met,” You continued to grumble. 

San gripped your chin and made you stare at him. “You are mine, Heart, make no mistake about it.”

“Don’t you find this just a bit much?” You demanded desperately. “Some people take years to fall in love. How can you act like this?”

“I’m following my heart.” San grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart. “Don’t you feel it?”

You could feel San’s chest muscle flexing under your hand. You could feel his smooth, warm skin beneath your palm. You could feel his heart beating erratically, like he was excited for this moment. You could feel--

“San, you’re hard again,” You deadpanned.

“I have my mate pressed against me,” San murmured lowly. “Your soft curves are molded against me. I can smell you and it’s driving me insane. Do you know what our bond is doing right now? It wants us to cement our joining. It wants our bodies to come together. Do you know how hard it is to not take you right now?”

You gulped, hard and loud. You had no moisture in your mouth. You had never been so thoroughly wanted by any man in your entire life. Was this what it meant to have a fated mate?

“I don’t…I don’t fuck without strings, San. I have to be involved. I have to know you. I have to want to fuck you knowing your heart and soul, I--”

San growled--growled!!--and his eyes lit up with a yellow ring along the iris. “You do! You know me inside and out because we are mates.”

“San--”

San breathed in and out through his nose deeply. He had a charming nose whistle that made your heart skip a beat. It has been doing that a lot lately. “I’m sorry.”

And when he released you, you felt empty and longing. You felt cold. You felt--

You looked into San’s eyes and saw his sorrow. You felt rejected. Was this his feelings? You couldn't help but snatch up his hand and rub your cheek against it.

“I’m not rejecting you, San,” You assured him. “I just--you’ve known about this your whole life. I only found out about this yesterday.”

“I know,” San agreed but he sounded so dejected.

Your heart hurt knowing that you were the cause. San had been nothing but lovely to you and here you were making him feel horrible. 

“This was a lovely trip,” You murmured and then placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

San sucked in his breath in surprise at the cheek kiss. When you stepped back, he put a hand to his cheek, as if he didn’t believe the kiss was real.

“You’re welcome,” he said. 

You shivered and you realized you were soaked from San. “I think we should go home now,” You said softly.

“I--” San looked around into the sky and narrowed his eyes. “What the fuck?”

Suddenly, San was shoving you behind him just as you heard the whooshing of another set of wings. 

“I thought I’d find you here.”

San threw open his wings, almost as if he was trying to make himself seem bigger than he already was. 

“Why are you here, Hongjoong? You know the rules.”

“There’s an emergency,” Hongjoong replied.

“Someone else can deal with it,” San said through gritted teeth. “Do you know how much it’s taking me to not rip you apart for being close to my mate right now?”

“San, they need you. Someone’s mate died before we could get to her.”

You side stepped San. “Another witch?”

Hongjooong’s eyes widened. He nodded slowly.

You turned your head. “San, you have to go!”

San grimaced. “I can’t, Heart, you have no clue--”

Hongjoong cocked his head. “Wait--have you not--?”

“Careful what you say next Hongjoong, because if I even get a hint that you’re thinking about my mate in a carnal act with me, I will--”

“San, there’s no time for this!” You insisted. “That bastard clearly wasn’t hurt enough when you chucked him into a building. He’s still killing witches! We have to help!”

“Heart, someone else can--”

“You have a better connection with the heartstone, San, please, you might be able to locate the next mate before they are in trouble!” Hongjoong pleaded. 

“I can’t, Hongjoong,” San declined. 

Your heart ached that you had been saved from that fate but you couldn't help the next witch. It made you feel weak and useless and very, very angry. 

You grabbed San’s hand and dragged him a few feet away from Hongjoong. “Are you really telling me that you can’t go help other witches because you haven’t fucked me yet?” 

San wearily ran his hand over his face. “It’s not by choice, Heart, I promise you.”

You ran a hand through your hair. “So if we--can you--?” You looked desperately at San for an answer.

“Heart, no,” San pleaded. “I don’t want our first time to be like that!”

You made a decision, right then and there. There were worse things you could do than fuck a handsome demon so that another witch or warlock could live. With San still in tow, you walked back to where Hongjoong was. 

“You tell them--”

San yanked you back into his chest, arms locked around you, holding you tight to him. He wasn’t about to let you get that close to Hongjoong, apparently.

You struggled a bit in his hold, you couldn’t help it. “Tell them San will be there later today. He’ll help. I promise.”

Hongjoong dipped his head, his lips twitching into a smile. “My thanks, witchling.”

“We’re leaving,” San grumbled and swept you into his arms once again.

This time you cuddled into his chest, the air of the morning not quite warm enough at the high altitude and the swiftness in which San was flying. 

“S-s-s-san,” You stuttered, your teeth chattering.

San cursed under his breath. “We were supposed to dry off in the sun. Consort damn you, Hongjoong.”

By the time San landed back home, your toes and fingers were slightly numb. San didn’t bother to put you down, he simply walked straight into the bathroom. There was a large pearlescent-colored metal tub. 

“I c-can s-sum-m-on--” You could barely speak, you were shivering so badly.

“Curses,” San swore. “Heart, I say this is the most respectful tone but you need to get out of your clothes and get in bed with me.”

“I c-c-an d-d-do it-t-tt!” You insisted.

San shook his head. “There’s no time.”

San gripped the chest of your dress and ripped it in two. It fell to the crooks of your arms and you stared down your body in complete surprise. San removed his wet pants next and reached for your underclothes before you smacked his hand. 

“N-n-no-t-t-t we-t-t-t,” You stuttered. 

San whined. “Heart, you’re killing me!”

He threw you over his shoulder and then tossed you onto the bed. You bounced only once before San was pressing his body on top of yours. He encapsulated you with his body. His eyes were traveling over your face, watching your every feature. Slowly but surely, San’s heat permeated your skin and your shivering began to slow down. 

You whined as San pressed your harder into the bed. “You’re smothering me!” You protested. 

“You can breathe just fine,” San argued. 

“I’m warm now!” You insisted. 

San shook his head. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“San!” You shouted.

San winced at your tone but did not relent. “It’s my fault. You’re not moving until I’m satisfied you’re fine.”

“I’m fine!”

San’s chin found the crook of your neck. You froze when his lips found your pulse. His tongue swiped out to press there. 

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing you,” San murmured into your skin. 

“For what?” You squealed. 

One minute your entire world was San above you and the next, the demon was lying on his back. His wings were tucked tightly against this back. You were straddling his hips now. San’s taloned hands smoothed up your thighs. 

“Did you forget why we came home soaking wet, heart?” San said in a low voice. His eyes were hooded as he looked up at you. 

“No, I didn’t, I just--”

“Heart, you have only your underclothes on and I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing,” San reminded you. 

“I know that,” You replied. 

“You’re so soft,” San murmured, hands now flowing over your hips and finding your underwear. His taloned forefingers circumvented the straps there and then with a sharp tug of his nail, both sides of your underwear were ripped. 

“Must you destroy all my clothing!” You protested.

San smirked. “No. But every time I do, your scent spikes. You like it.”

“But you got them for me,” You pouted.

San chucked your chin. “I’ll get you more. Don’t worry.”

You changed topics, aware of the reason you were currently straddling San right now. “You’ll be able to help the others after this, right?” You asked.

San gripped the back of your neck and brought you down to press against his chest. “I don’t want to think about anyone other than you and me right now, Heart.”

“You’re very good at this,” You observed.

“What? Tempting you?” San’s eyes were directly on your lips. “I was made for you. Just like you were made for me.”

“Are you going to kiss me now?” You whispered.

San’s warm breath fluttered against the sensitive skin of your lips, that’s how close you two were now. “I’m going to do more than kiss you, Heart,” San replied. 

Your hands slipped to cup San’s neck and run along his jaw as San tipped his head to slant his lips across yours. He kissed you slowly but it was heated in its tone. He turned his head the other way to slant his lips against yours again. Each time he pressed his lips against yours you felt your body melt further into him. 

The hand that had been gripping the back of your neck moved down your spine, causing you to shiver. San whined but you couldn't help but smile. 

“I’m not cold,” You admitted. “It’s just sensitive there.”

San eyes came up to yours to watch as his finger trailed your spine until he found your corset. Then he ran his talon down the ribbons there until finally you felt your ribs no longer being squeezed. He gripped the garment and threw it across the room like it offended him.

Now there was simply the piece of material that was your underwear between San and you. The both of you became acutely aware of it immediately. San pinched it between his fingers and cocked his head. You nodded and then he threw that too. 

You gasped as your wet core pressed against San’s hot cock. It twitched against you and San moaned. “Heart,” he called out to you. Both of his hands dug into your ass, pushing you further against him. 

“Oh Goddess,” You cried out. 

San bit down on his lip, hard. “You’re in charge, Heart, I can’t--” You shifted your hips again and his back arched. “Please!”

You rocked your hips up and down San’s length, not reaching down to put him inside of you quite yet. You were enjoying this moment of power. 

Jaehyun always insisted that since he was the man, that he fuck you. You had never rode Jaehyun before. You belatedly thought that this was perhaps you were a powerful witch that Jaehyun felt the need to turn the tables in the bedroom, like this was his only chance, seeing as how you provided for yourself. 

San began to growl and you smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, sorry.”

“If you think about another man while I’m inside of you, I take no responsibility for fucking you senseless, Heart, until you can think of no other but me.”

The hand that you had been bracing yourself with on San’s stomach caressed upwards. Your other hand followed until they both separated over each chest muscle. “I’ll make it up to you,” You promised.

“Heart--!”

Your hands finally found his wings and you gasped in happy surprise at how soft they felt. 

“You’re killing me,” San complained even though his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. 

“Are you sensitive here, San?” You asked.

“I’m sensitive anywhere you touch,” San moaned. 

“Your horns?” You glanced upwards to where they curled towards the bed. 

“If you touch my horns, I will have no choice but to flip us and fuck you through this mattress, Heart, don't test me,” San threatened with his whole chest. 

You giggled. “I have so much to learn about you.”

“We will have all of our lives to do that,” San assured you. “Please, put me out of my misery.”

You glanced down at San below you, moving your hands back to his shoulders. “Are you suffering because you’re not inside of me?”

“I’m dying!” San protested.

“But doesn’t this feel good?” You continued to tease him, rubbing your soaked folds over his twitching cock. 

“Heart, please,” San begged. His eyebrows frowned and his eyes pleaded and you couldn't help but give into him. 

The moan San let out when you finally sunk down on his length was wanton and debased. His talons made indents in your ass as he continued to cry out. “You’re so fucking warm, ugh so wet, I need you so badly, Heart.”

“I’m here, San, I’m here,” You reassured him. 

“It’s not enough!” San abruptly sat upwards, hands moving to the small of your back to keep you close. “I need all of you.”

“Why is it every time I look you in the eyes…?” Your words died in your mouth. How did you encapsulate what the look in San’s eyes felt like?

A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Because it’s what I feel, Heart. Being like this with you, this is where I’m meant to be.”

“How am I supposed to consolidate all this?” You wondered.

“Just love me right now, that’s all I ask,” San prompted before placing a kiss on your lips. 

You moved your hips as your hands dived into San’s hair. You pressed the kiss for more and San obliged you. You felt like you couldn't get enough of his kisses. You had never felt like this before. It was--

You gasped in realization, breaking the kiss. San simply smiled at you knowingly. “I know, Heart, I know.”

You whined and wrapped your arms behind his neck. Your hips moved more vigorously, grinding your clit against San’s pelvis. San absentmindedly ran his talons up and down your spine, making your shiver and moan in his grasp. You felt like this sex was something more--something substantial--something--!!

“Come on my cock, Heart, make it yours,” San murmured into your ear.

And then you unravelled. You felt your cunt convulse around San’s length. Your climax hit you so hard, your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you saw stars. You felt as if your heart was being peeled back, layer by layer, until it was left open. 

You panted as you came down from your high and opened your eyes. “San?” 

Your heart splintered. Did you simply take your pleasure from San and gave none back? Were you not enough for him? Did you do something wrong?

San’s mouth was open with wonder. His eyes sparkled like he had just witnessed something extraordinary. “You are my everything, Heart.”

You felt yourself soften at his words. “But you didn’t…come…” You said lamely.

San’s eyes immediately sharpened and you swallowed loudly. “Are you giving me permission to take control?”

“I want to see you lose control,” You whispered. 

San groaned loudly. “All I do is lose control around you. You constantly have to tell me to put myself back together. And now you want me to do it on purpose?”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. 

That’s all it took.

Suddenly, the headboard to the bed was digging into your shoulders as San drove deep in between your thighs. With both hands holding your waist, his hips flexed and sharply thrusted into you. You felt like he was driving the air from your lungs with how hard he was going. But it didn’t hurt--no, it hit a deep part inside of you that you didn’t realize you needed. 

San’s hands moved to brace against the headboard, his arms boxing you in. “You are mine,” San growled territorially. “This body, this heart, this cunt is mine,” he stressed. 

You whined as you felt a second climax building from San fucking you so well. “I’m yours,” You agreed. You’d babble anything, truly, if that meant he’d continue to fuck you like this. 

Without warning, San turned your head and his mouth was back to your pulse. “Mine,” he growled once again and then bit down at the thin skin there. 

Your fingers dug into his side at the pain but soon it was all lost as San came inside of you. He moaned against your neck, chasing his high as he continued to thrust into you. Between one thrust and the next, you were gone too, this one coming even harder than the last. You truly spaced out, unaware of your surroundings until you blinked and San was looking down at you with worry. 

“Heart?” He said his pet name for you. “I’m going to get a cloth now.”

“For what?” You said faintly.

San chuckled. “For many things, but mainly for the mess between your legs.”

“The mess…?” 

You tipped your head and saw the gushing liquid that was coming out of your clenching hole. It was a frothy mess, dark and viscous. Nothing like normal human cum. San’s cum appeared as the dark ocean whipped up into a frenzy on a stormy night. 

You winced as your neck twinged with pain. You clamped a hand down on it and when you felt more wetness, you pulled back your hand and saw your blood. 

“San!” You shouted.

“What, what?” San ran out, naked as the day he was born, with a cloth in both hands. Then he appeared sheepish. “Ah, you’ll be alright. Everyone bleeds a little from their mate's bite.”

You showed your hand fully covered in your blood. “I must look like you almost killed me!”

San’s eyes combed over you. Your blood was running down your breast now and his cum was forming a pool on his bed. “You look ravishing, heart.”

You huffed. “My good sir, if you would continue to help me clean up instead of staring at me like I’m a treat on the table?”

San ducked his head and padded over to you. “Of course, Heart. I’ve got you.”

You allowed San to wipe away the blood along your body but you neatly plucked the cloth away from him to clean up the mess between your legs. San pouted at that. 

“I don’t trust you to start up another round,” You admitted to him.

“What’s so wrong with that? Most newly mated demons and witchfolk spend days in bed together!” 

“Well, we have somewhere to be, do we not?” You pointed out. 

San took the dirty clothes and tossed them into a basket. “Not before I feed you. You need energy.”

“San, I’m--”

San bared his teeth at you. “You will eat!” 

“You are a pushy nuisance!” You shouted back.

“I’m your pushy nuisance,” San argued.

You rolled your eyes. “Is this how it’s going to be, mate of mine?”

San bounded back to the bed and curled you into his body for a hug. “For the rest of our lives, Heart.”

“Ah, San,” You sighed. “You’re giving me whiplash.”

It was only after you ate a light lunch, could you then put some clothes on and San was willing to leave your home again. You flew in a different direction, and this time with a cozy sweater that smelled just like San. 

Things had shifted between you two. It wasn’t just that you two had been intimate but it was inherently tied in with that. You felt like San had put a key into the lock of your heart and opened it up completely. 

“What did we just do?” You asked.

“I told you this is why there is a newly-mated observed time where the two mates are together, just the two of them. They sort out their feelings and their lust and they come to an understanding,” San scolded you. “Now you have to deal with this AND the situation we’re about to walk into.”

“It’s important that we save lives. My feelings can wait,” You insisted.

San sighed heavily but snuggled you closer to him. “Just another reason to love you, I suppose.”

Through the rust-colored prairies, San flew until he reached a town. Or what you assumed was a town. From your view high up, you could see a spiraling road that descended into the ground. As San flew down with you in tow, you could see that there were demons flying across the abyss, trading or greeting each other. You felt sorrow for your old village. 

San gave you a loud smacking kiss on the crown of your head. “You’ll make a new life here, you’ll see.”

Down and down, San went, the wind rushing by your ears and the dwellings and stores stopped and you began to see statues. They were demons standing guard, their wings spread behind them and their weapons of choice drawn. The artist had captured them as if in mid-fight. They were beautiful but also intimidating. Probably what the intent was. 

There truly was no end to the descent but there was an end to San’s flight path. He finally landed on an open terrace. 

“The hearthstone is one of our guarded magical items,” San explained to you, setting you down on your own two feet. “We keep it down here for safe keeping.”

You peered at San curiously. “Who would dare try to steal it from demons?”

San laughed under his breath. “There are other beings and creatures in the demon realm. Also there are some that would attempt to sabotage the mating connection. Some believe mixing with the magical folk dilutes our blood.”

“I…” Your brain hadn't exactly gotten to that part of the mating exchange. “Are there little half demons running around here?”

“Of course!” San assured you. Then he sent you a sly smile. “Why?”

“Nothing, no reason,” You attempted to diffuse the situation. 

San nudged you with one of his wings. “Not thinking about my cum inside of you as we speak?”

“San!” You looked around wildly but there was no one in the empty hallways lit with torches. 

“San?” Hongjoong stuck his head out of one of the open doorways in the hallway. “You came!” Hongjoong still looked warily at San.

“She’s got my cum in her, Hongjoong, you’re okay!” San shouted.

“Oh my Goddess,” You hissed, feeling embarrassment heat up your cheeks.

“Oh, good,” Hongjoong replied, his own face heating up as well. 

“Can you show me the hearthstone, please,” You tried to redirect by tugging on San’s arm. 

“Of course, Heart,” San agreed, though that didn’t take away the mischievous smile on his face.

Further inside, at the end of the long hallway, a room opened up. It wasn’t a grand affair like you thought it would be, but a cozy room with a few chairs and a fireplace. There was a grand painting above the fireplace but other than that, the central focal point was the heartstone.

It was a dark, rough hewn stone in the shape of a heart, of course. San clasped a hand down on your shoulder. “The painting is of the first demon and witch mated pair. He discovered the heartstone and learned to harness its power. So many demons and witchfolk were yearning for their hearts desire with no guidance. I am a descendant of the first mated demon. I also hold the affinity to help others find their fated mate.”

You looked at San with reverence. “You must help so many demonkind and witchfolk.”

San nodded proudly. “It is my privilege. I get so happy when I see them finally reunited.”

“San is a romantic, if you can’t tell,” Hongjoong added, having followed you to the heartstone’s room.

You ran a hand behind San’s back, clasped his hip, and squeezed him close. “I’ve noticed.”

San cleared his throat and focused on Hongjoong. “Is the demon here who has felt the call?”

“I’ll go get her.” Hongjoong nodded quickly and jogged out of the heartstone room.

“A demoness and a warlock, huh?” You thought out loud.

San shrugged. “The fated pairs can work both ways.”

You brought your forefinger and thumb to your chin in thought. “I wonder if I know him.”

A low growl left San’s lips. “What do you mean ‘know’?”

You smiled happily. You knew that San’s possessiveness should be something to be wary of, but you were finding it refreshing. “There was a warlock in the next village over. I would visit him sometimes. His affinity with earth meant that he grew the most wonderful ingredients. That’s as far as it went.”

San narrowed his eyes down at you but shrugged it off. “Well, it doesn’t matter now. You’re my mate and he’s about to discover his.”

You giggled under your breath. “Yes, San.”

The demoness entered. Her wings were tucked against her back but her eyes widened at seeing you and whipped her head towards San. “A human in the inner sanctum?”

San raised his eyebrows at her. “My mate in the inner sanctum,” he corrected her.

She still eyed you with judgment. “Of course, my mistake.” Then she demanded bluntly. “Shouldn’t you be--” Hongjoong made a cutting motion at her. “--ah, you’ve come to help me. You have my many thanks, San.”

San dipped his head in acknowledgement. “You can thank my mate. She doesn’t want any more witchfolk to get killed before they can find their mates.”

“Thank you, witchling,” the demoness said with slight warmth in her voice. 

Hongjoong grabbed you softly at the elbow and pulled you back as San and the demoness approached the heartstone. San glared daggers at Hongjoong, who was quick to drop his hand when you two were some distance away.

“San needs to focus on the demoness’s heart, which the heartstone helps with,” Hongjoong leaned to you to explain.

“Hongjoong, I’m about a minute away from ripping your arm off and beating you with it,” San snarled.

Hongjoong raised his hands in defeat. “Got it, got it.”

You watched as San took a deep breath and then he placed his hand on the left side top of the heart. The demoness put her hand on the other side of the heart.

“I need you to dig deep,” San instructed her. “Think of your hopes and dreams for your mate. Then I need you to follow the tug of your heart. You’ll know when you feel it.”

“Mingi, you better not be flirting with anyone,” the demoness muttered under her breath. 

The heartstone glowed--no, it pulsed, as if it was beating. And perhaps it was. The demoness gasped and San’s eyes acquired that yellow ring around the iris. 

“Do you feel them?” San intoned.

“I--I do!” The demoness stuttered.

“Follow the rope guiding you to them. Follow it until you can see their face in your mind’s eye,” San commanded.

The demoness shook as she must have done so internally. Then the heartstone shone so bright that you had to throw up a hand to brace for it. “I see him! It’s unhealthy how much I want him. I need to calm down,” she muttered.

The glow faded until it was a faint pulse again. You lowered your hand and San was grinning like a child with some sugar. “It is done.”

The demoness threw herself at San. “Thank you, thank you!”

The flames of possessiveness fanned over your own emotions. You were happy for the demonness but she was pressed up against San’s chest. That was where you belonged.

San raised an eyebrow at you over the demoness’s shoulder. You raised the corner of your lip and he laughed silently. He pushed the demoness back. “You’re welcome. Hongjoong will help you with the transmography pendant.” 

The two demons left and it was just you and San now.

You shook your head in shock. “That’s why you didn’t look like a demon when I first saw you!”

“It’s hard enough coming to terms with being mates. Adding the demon aspect is a bit much, we’ve found over the years,” San revealed.

“And yet you did it backwards for me,” You said.

San laughed in slight embarrassment. “I needed you to accept my outside first.”

You sent San a knowing look. “More like you wanted to flex your wings.”

San spread his wings cockily. His head lifted with an attitude. “I knew my mate then, you’d say.”

You shook your head and laughed at the ridiculousness of this moment. You reached out with your hand and San took it willingly. “That was amazing, what you did for her. Thank you for coming and helping her and her mate. And thank you for letting me glimpse into your world.”

San ducked his head, his cheeks heating up slightly. “It was my pleasure.”

“Although if most demons thank you by hugging them, maybe don’t tell me about that when you come home after a long day,” You joked.

San pulled your curves to his side. “I think I like you jealous like this,” he whispered into your ear. 

“I’m not the one threatening to rip anyone's arms off,” You muttered.

San giggled like he was gleeful of your petulance. “No but if you could have sent a burst of wind at the demoness to push her back, wouldn't you have?”

“It’s not polite to use my power like that,” You sniffed.

San cackled, throwing his head back with a deep laugh. “That’s my mate.”

You fell into a comfortable rhythm in the Demon Realm. There were plenty of witchfolk with the various mates and descendants of mixed blood that felt like home in the descending village where San worked. In actuality, you had always been the lone witch in the village so being surrounded by so many others felt better than home. You wondered what had kept you all segregated in different towns for so long?

You also had the honor of meeting with more witchfolk and demons that were fated mates. San was doing a wonderous job of saving your kind but for as many as he saved, it seemed just as many died. The Witch’s Axe was working feverously in his worship to death.

But Bang Chan’s obsession with the one that got away made him work even harder.

You and San were invited to a welcome ceremony. One of the demons that San had managed to help to save their witch wished to honor San--and his mate--with a small gathering. Their week of being wrapped in each other was over, of course. 

Not that time had changed anything between you and San.

The humans have a fond saying that love has an intense spark but it fades with familiarity. That never happened between you and San. San showed you almost daily just how much he needed and wanted you. Some part of you believed he was dedicating his life to making up for the love you had lacked before him. 

Seonghwa, the demon that had invited you, was glowing as he introduced his witch mate. He looked down at her with adoration while his mate stated a very important fact to you.

“I have a message to pass on to you. The Witch’s Axe made it clear that you needed to hear this.”

You blinked several times, the new witch’s words needing time to sink into your mind. “Come again?”

Seonghwa also looked confused and wasn’t happy as his mate pulled away to speak with you. “You need to know. I believe we are acquaintances with the same witch. The one who deals in air? A very kind woman who can never say no to anyone.”

You sucked in air between your teeth in apprehension. “Is she dead?”

Seonghwa’s mate shook her head. “No, but he has her.”

You slapped your hand to your heart and gripped your shirt tightly with the other. Here you were, safe and happy, and still witches were being targeted and killed. Even with San’s help of saving the mates of demons, it still wasn’t enough. 

San was by your side in an instant. Your heart wrenching was always a call to him. 

“Heart?” San leaned in front of you, his head cocked and concern written all over his face. 

You put a hand on Seonghwa’s mate’s arm. “Congratulations for being connected with your mate. As you can see, you’ll have someone being able to read your every emotion each turn of your heart. I wish you a happy and healthy life.”

A rare smile cracked through the witch’s normally stoic face. “I believe he will have to worry about me.”

You allowed a tiny laugh to escape you as San swept you up in his arms as he was ought to do when he decided it was time to fly you home. 

He didn’t say a word once you landed home. He moved enough logs into the fireplace and waited for you to light it. The light of the flames flickered along his sharp features as he stared into it.

“Are you going to tell me what upset you at the welcome ceremony?” San wondered out loud. 

“San…” How would you tell him that you felt responsible?

San turned around, frowning hard. “Don’t you know you can tell me anything by now, Heart?”

You sighed heavily. “I know I can, San. I suppose I know that I won’t like what you have to say in response.”

San moved quickly to stand in front of you and then fell to his knees. He wrapped his arms around your legs and pressed his head to your stomach. “My heart.”

You patted your hand on his head, careful of his horns. “I appreciate your candor, truly. There’s no need to sulk.”

San turned his head upwards, his wings flaring in anxiety. “Will you tell me?”

While carding your hands through his hair, you spoke. “Seonghwa’s mate informed me that the Witch’s Axe has a friend of mine in his grip. I can’t help but worry that I’m living in a dream and allowing others to suffer what I might have lived through if not for you. I feel responsible. If you hadn't swept me away. If I didn’t try harder--”

San hugged you tighter. “It’s not your fault.”

Your fingers found the base where San’s horns met his scalp. “I know but I can’t help but feel this way. And now that Bang Chan is holding this particular witch over my head…”

San growled. “It’s a trap.”

“I know, San,” You admitted.

“You’re not allowed to go anywhere near him ever again,” San commanded.

You laughed under your breath and then gripped both of his horns in your hands. San let out a soft moan and allowed his head to be tipped upwards. “Didn’t you promise me that if I touched your horns I would end up on my back?”

A grin quirked at the corners of San’s pouty lips. “I believe I said I would put you through the mattress.”

San’s head jerked as you pulled harder on his horns. “Then why am I still standing?”

Wordlessly, San lifted you up, arms still around your legs and easily moved you towards the bed. “You need not say anymore,” he purred. 

Carefully, San set you down but didn’t let you go. He rubbed his cheek against your thigh, still covered by your skirt. The way your legs had split against the bed, allowed for the slits up each side to reveal your legs. 

“I knew this was a good idea to have these made,” San murmured while fingering the fabric of the front of your skirt. 

Your hand found the top of San’s head once again. “You know I’ll wear whatever you’ll have made for me.”

San grinned deviously. “Anything? That allows me a lot of wiggle room, Heart.”

“Anything,” You reiterated. 

San’s eyes rolled into the back of his head at your tone. “Then I will spend hours with a seamstress purchasing the most debased clothing just for me.”

“As long as it was you who chose it,” You smiled. 

San licked his lips, his eyes on the prize. He lifted up the fabric barring his view of your clothed cunt and groaned upon seeing the fabric wet. “Heart, I’m of a mind to feast on you. Apologies if I become nonverbal.”

“You are a demon, after all,” You teased.

The crotch of your underwear was torn with his talon, as you were used to by now, and San’s face dove in between your thighs. Your head hung backwards as you braced yourself on your elbows on your shared bed. San’s tongue found your aching hole and began to tease you by pushing his tongue in and out of you. You gifted him with some whimpers as he played with you. Your hips thrusted on their own accord with the pace that San set, steady and focused on your every gasp. Your hands remained on his horns, urging him on. 

San changed his direction and moved towards your clit. His thumbs held your outer folds apart so that he could lay the flat of his tongue against the most sensitive bundle of nerves on your body and gave you untold pleasure. Your back collapsed to the mattress fully, head moving back and forth as the knot in your stomach tightened and wound and pulled until your release was embarrassingly quick. You cried out, your back arching and your fists tightening on San’s horns. 

“Heart, if you clench my horns any tighter, I might come as well,” San teased you.

“S-stop, stop that, you rascal,” You rasped. Your body twitched as San lapped at your hole, feeding off your cum.

San raised his head, your weary body unable to keep a hold of his horns any longer. You released his horns, arms falling carelessly to the bed. San made a show of slowly licking his upper and lower lip of all your wetness there. “Don’t ask me to stop when I would spend the rest of my life feeding from between your thighs.”

You groaned in slight frustration and closed your legs on San’s head, almost comically squishing his cheeks there. “I’m not asking.”

San chuckled, pushing your thighs down easily and climbed up your body. “Yes, Heart.”

Your demon mate rested his head in the crook of your neck and licked the now-healed mate marks there. You shivered. “Mine,” San sighed contently.

Then his hips began to shift in between your thighs. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise that San was throbbing and hard after what he did but it always seemed like San was in a constant need for you. It warmed your heart that was still healing from its break.

“San, I’m sensitive!” You whined. 

“You came undone for me quickly, Heart,” San chuckled knowingly. “Are you also sensitive anywhere I touch you?” Of coure he was referencing the first time you two had fucked. Did he memorize every moment with you?

Your nails trailed up San’s sides and found the junction where his wings and back muscles met. You watched his facial expression as his eyebrows furrow and San pouted. “Or perhaps our mate bond allows for some liberties, hmmm?” You hummed in question.

San’s wings bloomed over you, casting a soft shadow to San’s features. “Touch me however you want. I, however, will be satiating myself with your body further.”

One of San’s arms bulged as he held his body aloft with one hand as his other found his breeches and pulled them down just far enough to release his cock. You gripped the strong branch of where his wings connected to his back tightly as San slowly fucked himself inside of you. 

“Fuck, San.” You licked your lips. “You feel so good inside of me. These muscles make me so wet.”

“I will never get enough of you,” San moaned. His thrusts were shallow and struggling to fight with the clenching of your inner walls. “Once I loosen you up, you seem to take me so well. Goddess help me, you squeeze me so fucking good.”

Between the two of you torturing each other with all the amazing sensations, you were surprised either of you had the capacity to get anywhere orgasm wise. You were drunk on his dick and San was drowning in your cunt. 

San was right, however. Once he managed to sheath himself inside of you fully, it was no problem to fuck you properly. Your hold on his wings almost became a lifeline because San’s slow fucking of you was going to be the death of you.

“San,” You moaned. 

“Do you feel every inch of me inside of you, Heart?” San focused his hooded gaze down on you. 

“Oh, Goddess,” You moaned again. “This is--” You swallowed but found that there was no moisture in your mouth. 

“Tell me,” San commanded you, his pace remaining the same slow, torturously drag inside of you.

“I need you. I’m yours. Only you can make me feel this way.” You weren’t entirely sure what San was looking for but you knew it had to be one of the above.

“You squeeze down on me so good, Heart.” Now it was San’s turn to sound strained. “You’re practically milking me.”

“Fill me up,” You murmured and then the both of you were gone.

San sped up, albeit his strokes became messy and desperate. He sealed the orgasm with a kiss, drinking in all your cries and moans. His guttural release inside of you fed yourself as well. You found your legs locked behind his plush ass, trapping his cock and seed inside of you. Someday you were going to be privy of seeing his viscous, dark foaming cum released from his cock as you stroked it but today was not that day.

“I love you,” San sighed as he collapsed on top of you, snoring shortly afterwards.

You would have giggled under your breath if this wasn’t exactly what you had been working towards. Instead, you kissed his head in response.

After struggling with getting out from under San’s body, you finally manage to pad towards the dressing screen where your personal effects are. San’s been gifting you with jewelry but the most important item was a ring.

“I know you’ve been grumbling about having no means of getting around from our remote home so I made this for you.” San scratched the back of his head shyly. “It’s imbued with my own power to make a portal.”

“This is wonderful!” You admitted happily.

“You don’t need it, not really. I’m always going to be there for you but--” His unspoken words of ‘given the reality of how I saved you’ spoke through his silent gaze. “--I thought this would be important to you.”

You hated having to use sex to distract San and use his gift to you against him but in your heart of hearts, you knew you had to save the witch that Seonghwa’s mate had informed you was in need of help. 

“I love you too, San,” You whispered into the air before you put on the ring. 

The purple portal appeared before you and you braced yourself. San had told you to think of where you needed to go, or the person you needed to see, and the portal would take you where you needed to go. The vertigo wasn’t as easy to work through without San’s arms around you but you still managed to get through it. 

You were in front of a door that didn’t look familiar to you at all. You hoped your thoughts had directed you exactly where you needed to be.

You raised your fist and pounded at the door. 

A man opened the door and looked down his nose at you. “And who are you?”

“Tell your master that the one that got away is here. He’ll want to know,” You replied snidely.

The door closed in front of your face and you rolled your eyes. But you were right. The door was practically ripped open by the silver-haired man that had so abruptly ripped you from your old life.

Chan ran the back of his finger down the side of your face. “I knew you would come back to me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him. “You ensured that, didn’t you? Now, release your prisoner and take me in her stead.”

Chan frowned, shaking his head in confusion. “Release her? She’s a witch. She must die by trial of magic.”

“You are beyond deplorable,” You said with disbelief. 

Chan’s smile widened, his fingers and thumb holding your chin between them. “I am simply removing the stain on humanity. There is no need for magic or the ones who would inflict it upon us.”

“You should have been swallowed instead of accepted in the womb.”

You felt the ground beneath you before you felt the slap that had you tumbling downwards. Your hand raised to your cheek. The hot imprint of Chan’s hand was evident. 

Chan continued to speak his thoughts out loud. “You’re lucky I have specialized in humbling your kind. You’re all the same: defiant until you’re pliant. I’ll fix you, don’t worry. You’ll be pleading and begging and soft upon my cock; exactly where you should be.”

“There’s a difference between the ones before me,” You maintained. “I have had the honor of being loved and mated with a demon. Nothing you can do to me can compare to that. I will leave this world knowing that. You cannot take that away from me.”

Chan sent you a look of disgust. “You mated with that thing? How disgusting. If you summon it and give me the chance to kill it, I will keep you alive.”

You started to laugh, so hard that tears came to your eyes. “You really have never felt any true love, haven’t you? You think that I would give up the love of my life for the chance to live? To live by your side as a horrid example of how witchfolk should truly live? Your soul is blacker than I thought.”

“You will submit to me.” Chan slammed a boot into your stomach and you dry-heaved. 

You faked a look of adoration. “If I do, will you release the other witch?”

Chan tsked. “She is a witch; she can save herself since she’s so powerful.”

If Chan didn’t know your friends affinity, she might be able to--

“A sharp drop off the edge of a cliff should judge her affinity for air. And if she isn’t what she says she is, then of course I will compensate the village.”

Fuck.

So you showed up like a dog on a leash for the Witch’s Axe. The leash itself had spikes on the inside of the tough leather, so that any tug on the leash had the sharp points pushing against the thin skin of your neck. Even without provoking Bang Chan, you saw the malicious gleam in his eyes as he’d remind you of the power he had over you right now.

Your fingers created crescent moon marks on the palms of your hands as you clenched them hard, a reminder that if you behaved yourself, you might have a chance to help save the witch who might lose her life today.

As Bang Chan had so eloquently described, everyone was gathered at the lip of a canyon. There was a stage built, a nose hanging out on an arm over the drop into the canyon. Why Bang Chan thought challenging a witch with her most strongest branch of the elements was beyond you but you had a feeling it had something to do with his ego. 

Chan threw his arms out wide and addressed the crowd. “Today we have a woman on trial for being accused of the curse of being a witch. She will be dropped for her supposed crimes. If she is a witch, she will hover with her power of the air. And if she is not a witch, she will struggle and strangle herself with the weight of your accusations. Let us begin.”

Some of the Witch’s Axe’s cronies pushed and shoved the witch of air towards the stand. She stumbled, and it was no small feat for her to stay on her feet, by the look of her damaged body.

You stared in horror at the bridle that was around her head. It was exactly like Bang Chan had described it. There must be an instrument that was piercing and holding the witch’s tongue so that she could not speak. Meanwhile, the metal contraption that held it all in place appeared as a barbed wire nightmare of a halo around her head. 

Chan tugged on your leash and you allowed only a small narrowing of your eyes to show your pain as the spikes pierced deeper into your skin, allowing rivulets of blood to stream steadily down to pool into your collarbones. “That’s your future if you continue to be stubborn.”

You stared straight ahead. Your mind was whirling a million miles a minute. You had to do something. You could see the dazed, glazed look in the witch’s eyes: Chan had given her something; she didn’t look like she was in her right mind, let alone be able to fight the Witch’s Axe or his thugs.

They didn’t even bother to remove the bridle from the witch’s head. It was probably so the witch couldn't say anything to the crowd. Chan really did enjoy being the only voice heard. The noose went around her neck and they poked her with a cruel fire stoker towards the opening in the stage that would allow her to plummet.

Bang Chan’s eyes stayed on the witch. His lips moved wordlessly. Was he funnelling the watered down version of power he bore? This was it. It was all or nothing right now.

The witch took one step towards her death and you grabbed the leash that Bang Chan held. His focus had been on the witch about to die so it made it easy for you to yank it out of his grasp. You ran towards the stage and focused your fire magic first, burning through the rope that was the noose. The witch did not strangle. Then you used your air magic to help her hover out of the grasp of the other witch hunters, also sending a blast of air to push them all away.

“Our logical acquaintance is with her mate!” You shouted. You yanked off the portal ring from your finger and threw it at her. “Find yours! I’ll see you in the demon realm when this is all said and done. Simply focus on the faint tug at your heart for love and you’ll succeed.”

The witch’s eyes sharpened to a moment of lucidness. She nodded and then put your ring on. She took a step off the air platform you had created. The crowd gasped a second time but as you all rushed towards the edge. You saw the portal to the demon realm closing. 

You closed your eyes and sank to your knees in relief. You had succeeded in your mission.

A bubble of water surrounded your head as someone punched you in the stomach. The air left your lungs and when you inhaled, water flooded in. Bang Chan used his affinity with water to torture you for a moment before he released the water. You coughed and coughed. The illusion of almost drowning wracked through you.

“See how the wretched creatures look to even kill their own kind!” Bang Chan shouted for all to hear. He knelt down to grab the leash, wrapping the leather around his hand until there was no slack. He brought his lips so they were close to your ear. “You will pay dearly for that.”

You let out a wet, bitter laugh. “Worth it, Witch’s Bane.”

The next day made what Chan had promised when he first burst into your hut sound like mere child’s play. 

You now understood why the air witch had been so mentally unpresent during her execution. The potion that Bang Chan had fed to you made the word disorientation seem like a mild dose of sickness. Sometimes you thought you knew where you were or who you were with and sometimes you swore you were back home with San. Cruel hands turned into a loving embrace. Pleasure emerged into excruciating pain. 

Sometimes it was a relief to not be fully aware of exactly what Chan was doing to you and other times you wanted to lock it into your mind's eye for when you exacted your revenge.

Yes, you were still living in that lie. 

As the hours, or seconds, or days--you weren’t sure--passed, you realized that you weren’t escaping this. You were fully capable but Chan’s method of torture was specialized in bringing witchfolk to their knees and unable to defend themselves, despite their power base. 

But you had something the other witches had not: a demon mate.

Chan pushed your chin up, gently bringing your focus back to him. His tone was as a lover addresses their sweetheart. “Come now, you and I could have so much fun in this world. If you leant your power to me, if we combined forces, we could become the sole magical practitioners of this realm. With a big enough army, we could even invade the demon realm. Summon the demon that forced himself on you. We can make everything and everyone tremble beneath us.”

Your eyes focus on what’s around you. A crowd of people. You were standing on a pyre of wood. Your hands were tied behind your back at a stake. 

Oh. This was your execution.

It was almost funny the way that Bang Chan thought he was the hero in this story. You smiled and he thought you were about to agree with him.

“I didn’t want to have to break you but you do look so beautiful this way,” he murmured to you. 

“I would never betray the first man who loved me unconditionally for a fucked up, unloved witch’s spawn. Go ahead and try to burn me. Fire is my element. I would embrace it as I would my demon mate. You better make sure you don’t ever meet my San, because he would rip you limb for limb for what you’re about to do,” You announced triumphantly. 

“You’re making a mistake,” Chan said, stepping down off the pyre and shaking his head. 

You grinned maniacally. “It’s never a mistake to bet on love.”

Once Chan was sitting on the chair they hauled to another stage where the Witch’s Axe was to reign over this moment, the jeers began. The crowd screamed about how you were the seed of all their problems. You were an abomination. How you didn’t deserve to live. Chan motioned with his fingers for his cronies to light your pyre.

All the witches you knew were selfless and giving and helped every village and human they encountered. Even the hermits would aid any who crossed their path. Witches were some of the best humankind had to offer and yet this was the result: jealousy. 

You let the horrible words flow around you like a river, and you, the one rock that stood against them. Instead, you thought of your mate.

Choi San, the demon who had not allowed you to take your life after becoming broken pieces. Choi San, the demon who could not restrain himself when it came to you. Choi San, the demon who lived romance by guiding hearts to their fated mates. Choi San, the one soul who made you feel complete. 

You opened your eyes and you smiled happily. Within the wavy distortion of air from the flames licking up the wood, you saw the one person in all the realms who you loved the most. He walked with such conviction, wings spread. God, his shoulders were so broad they almost blotted out the sun. He was so powerful and beautiful and the most pure soul you had ever encountered. 

Your mind was giving you the final sendoff you wished for. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back, as if you were to drink in the warmth from the sun above. You wanted the last thing you saw to be San.

You heard the wooshing of the wood as they collapsed and the fire climbed closer. More pain started to wrack through you. 

“Heart.”

You were even imagining your mate’s sultry tone. How wonderful.

“I know you’ll be angry with me for slipping out without you. But I had to do this. I love you, Choi San.”

“I love you too but if you’d open your eyes, you’d realize you’re saying your goodbyes for no damn reason,” San’s voice snarled.

You opened your eyes and gasped. You couldn't feel him, your arms were still behind your back, but you knew with your entire mate bond that the real Choi San was in front of you.

“San.” You said his name like it was a synonym for love. The heat was so strong that it stole any tears that would have fallen for your mate. 

San sent you a devilish, devil-may-care grin. “You will never burn, not unless it's for me.”

With his talons, he shredded the ropes around you and gathered you in his arms. You had lost count the amount of times San had held you close while he flew with you. This time was different. You could feel his arms trembling from anger with how frail you were in his arms. 

“San, I had to save her. Like you saved me.”

“I am angry at the fool I was. I should have grabbed my axe and flown with you into battle, not attempt to keep you from the fight,” San shook his head. 

Once again, you had held San to a standard that he blew through the roof. He wasn’t angry at you. He was angry at himself for not standing with you on your choice. He served to protect but what you truly needed was someone to throw themselves into serving justice with you. 

You raised your arms, no matter how hurt you were, and wrapped them behind his neck to bring San’s head down to touch foreheads. “I love you with the entirety of our soul bound, Choi San, Heartstone bearer.”

San smiled through tears of his own. Your strong demon who had a heart three times too big for this cruel world. “I loved you before we met and I will love you beyond it. In this life, and every life we meet. Our bond will keep us connected as many times as it takes for us to love together.”

You blinked heavily, becoming dizzy with the potion that Bang Chan had forced you to consume. “He’s given me something. It’s how none of us are strong enough or belligerent enough to fight him. I can’t--this time I can’t fight him. I fear I would do more harm to innocents rather than exact my revenge.”

San looked forward with purpose. “Send it through our bond. Believe in our connection and your connection with your two branches of elements. I will be your tool for destruction.”

San circled around until he found where Chan had been standing, waiting, watching your execution. Firstly, he put you down amongst the crowd that had gathered to watch you die. He sent a death glare to all. 

“Mutter ill of my mate or make an attempt on her and I will personally pull your entrails out via your nostrils,” He warned.

The people made a wide semicircle around you, keeping several arms lengths away from you.

You had the honor of watching San from behind as he pulled his double-headed axe over his shoulders, careful of his wings and took a fighting stance.

“Imbue me with your magic, Heart. And watch the show.”

You focused deep within the well of your magic. It was difficult, the potion tugging you mentally in every which way. But it was easy to follow the love flowing so thoroughly through your bond. You sent your strength in air and fire to San.

“If I had realized I could wipe the world of both witchfolk and demonkind in one fell swoop, I would have let you match up all matter of pairs,” Bang Chan said with the showmanship he proudly wielded.

San laughed, this type you had never heard before. It was full of bloodlust and simmering-below-the-surface rage. “Today I snuff the cockroach that has been hiding in the cracks of my floorboard.”

Bang Chan’s face clouded with humiliation and infuriation. “How dare you?! I am the Witch’s Axe. I--”

With a shout of savagery, San swung his axe downward. Your magic accumulated into a fire tornado, now fueled with San’s acrimony from Bang Chan’s treatment of you and all witchfolk, and swept up Bang Chan before he could voice another monologue as he was wont to do. 

Instead of you burning at the stake, Bang Chan was the one who disappeared in a swirl of ashes. There wasn’t a battle, or a struggle, but a simple blink--and the Witch’s Axe was gone. 

San turned, triumphant in his exactment of your revenge. “How’s that, Heart?”

You simply raised your arms in his direction in response. San secured his axe on his back once again and swept you up in his arms wordlessly.

“You are the true Witch’s Axe,” You murmured. “Not one used against us but for us.”

San looked evenly at all who gathered around you two. “Let that be a lesson for any who would dare treat the witchfolk with scorn or contempt. They exist to better your lives, not ruin them. Spread the word that the true Witch’s Axe will smite those who would try to wipe any witch or demon from either realm.”

“Take us home, Mate,” You pleaded.

“With pleasure, Heart,” San agreed. 

“What did you mean back there, with that corny line of ‘burning for you’?” You laughed under your breath.

The look that San sent to you made you clench around absolute nothing. “You’ll find out when I get you bathed, fed and in our bed.”

You throw an arm over your eyes, biting down on your lip hard. “Yeo-Yeosang,” You whine.

Your boyfriend lifts his head from between your legs and wipes his lips with the back of his hand. “It’s alright?”

You groan loudly and grab him and haul him to be face to face with him. “Alright? Alright?! I couldn't tell up from down with your tongue doing that thing!”

The corners of Yeosang’s lips quirk upwards for just a moment before he smoothes his features. “I want you to feel good.”

Impulsively, you bring your lips to Yeosang’s in an adoring kiss. “You’re an angel.”

This time Yeosang laughs quietly to himself but kisses you back. “If you say so.”

You glance up at the clock at your bedside. “Ah shit. We should get cleaned up. We’ve got to meet your friends soon!”

Yeosang pauses for a moment. Your boyfriend always seemed to chew on his thoughts before he voiced them. “It’ll be okay if we’re late. They’ll understand.”

You feel your face heat up and you slap Yeosang’s shoulder. “Absolutely not! They don’t need to know we were being naughty before I meet them for the first time.”

Yeosang shrugs but snuggles into your chest. “We just want to be here. It’s nice.”

You ignore the pronoun choice. Yeosang was kind, thoughtful, oftentimes quiet but a little empty headed sometimes. You didn’t mind it, especially because it made Yeosang laugh at his own antics and you found it adorable. 

“Five more minutes. Then I’m washing your face.”

Upon your insistence, you arrive at the pub where you’re meeting Yeosang’s friend group for the first time right on schedule. They greet Yeosang with happiness and it fills your heart to see how loved Yeosang is amongst his guy friends.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend,” Yeosang introduces you with a happy smile.

A few of the guys let out a collective ‘oooooooo’ and collapse into giggles upon each other. You learn all their names and try to associate each one with a specific characteristic. San seems clingy with Yeosang but so is Wooyoung. Seonghwa takes special care to make sure Yeosang is eating more than he’s drinking the beer he ordered, but Hongjoong seems to also continue to order Yeosang more rice. Mingi tells silly stories of Yeosang, making everyone laugh, but Yunho seems to chime in and finish Mingi’s sentences. You laugh at one of Mingi’s jokes but feel Yeosang’s dark eyes on you. You shake your head, knowing exactly what’s going on in his head right now. You turn in embarrassment but find Jongho’s dark eyes on you with the same look from Yeosang’s eyes. Weird. 

The night continues and you can’t help but enjoy the company Yeosang keeps. 

You walk home with Yeosang’s arm around your shoulders, splitting companionably from his friend group. “I like them,” you admit.

Yeosang closes his eyes with a happy little smile on his face. “That makes me feel better.”

You cock your head curiously. “Were you worried I wouldn’t?”

Yeosang shakes his head. “No. It’s just very important you get along with all of us. We’re kind of a package deal.”

You giggle. “I don’t aspire to be one of those girlfriends that makes you scarce with your friends. That’s horrible. You need guy time as much as I’ll need girl time.”

Yeosang nods and you follow him home, his place closer to the pub than yours. 

Once your back hits Yeosang’s bed, he’s got your skirt flipped up and is back to his earlier task. Except this time… it feels different. Yeosang’s eyes don’t stop watching you. And his technique is different this time. Did he talk to his friends earlier and you hadn't picked it up? It didn’t seem like Yeosang to talk about that sort of thing, he could barely make it through sex without being embarrassed about his loud groans. You loved his loud groans. 

His tongue lazily circles your clit and then you feel him slip a finger inside of your aching hole. “Oh fuck,” You cry out. Your eyes flutter shut and your hands reach for the bedsheets under you. 

“Do you like that, baby?” Yeosang coos. 

You whine and nod, feeling your eyebrows furrow. “Feels good.”

“Just good?” Yeosang teases. 

Your eyes snap open but Yeosang’s face is blank. You shake your head. Maybe the alcohol was getting to you. Yeosang brings you to climax and you snuggle into his bed. 

“Tonight was perfect, Sangie,” You murmur. 

Yeosang gives you a resounding kiss on the top of your head. “We thought so too.”

You wake up in a state of sweat and undress. Your shirt is pushed up to bear your breasts and you're missing your underwear. Your mind feels like cotton and you blink wearily at the dark room.

“Sweetheart, you okay?” As your eyes slowly adjust to the darkness, you see Yeosang lean up to cup your face in concern.

You yank your shirt down in a huff. “I had a nightmare. I think.”

Yeosang’s eyes peer inquiringly at you. “A nightmare?”

You push your legs together as a pang of lust shoots through your body. Where had that come from? “I just remember feeling scared.”

Yeosang bundles you up in his arms and brings you back to lying with him. “Everything's okay. You're with me.”

You breathe in his familiar scent and allow yourself to be lulled into a sense of security. 

Your day goes by normal after that. That is, until you accidentally bump into one of Yeosang’s friends at a coffee shop.

Wooyoung, Mingi and San are just waiting on their orders as you step into the line. Wooyoung cheerily waves you over as the others give you a deep-voiced hello that makes you shiver.

“I didn't know you guys came here!” You mention offhandedly.

“We decided to try someplace new,” Mingi replies, making a face at his too-bitter coffee after he takes a sip.

“What did you order?” San wonders.

You rattle off your drink of choice and San nods sagely. “Coffee is always a necessity."

“I wonder if it tastes as sweet as you do,” Wooyoung says after he takes a sip of his drink, making a loud satisfied noise.

The tension in the air could be cut with a knife. All four of you seem to be frozen in place.

“I'm sorry, what did you say?” You ask warily.

Wooyoung laughs, in sync with Mingi and San, which makes you take a step back. 

“Hey, hey,” Mingi lowers his voice and puts a hand on the small of your back. “It's okay. Everything is okay.”

You take a long blink and then a few fluttering blinks. “I… what were we talking about?”

“You were just telling us what you got up to with Yeosang last night.” Wooyoung's tongue flirts with the freckle on his lip.

San frowns at Wooyoung then turns to you. “Next time, your drink is on us, yeah?” He hands you your order, having acquired his as well.

“Yeah, sure,” you agree hesitantly.

You say your goodbyes and shake your head as you walk away. You must have really needed that coffee.

The next night, when you sleep at your house, Yeosang citing a boy's night out, you actually remember what you dreamt.

It starts out benign, just a sex dream about Yeosang. You had them often while dating Yeosang. You just assumed since he was in your mind and you were still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship, that your subconscious was pulling from what was most prevalent in your brain right now aka sex with Yeosang.

You're making love at night, the window open and you can feel a cool breeze sweeping along your sweat-slick back. You're face to face with Yeosang, lovingly pecking his lips as you swivel your hips. You let out a whine, wanting a faster pace.

“Patience, Sweetheart, you'll get what you want.”

Yeosang’s face blurs and shapeshifts and suddenly you're fucking Seonghwa. You're more perplexed than scared. But you continue to move your hips.

“But I wanna come,” you pout.

Seonghwa bites down on his lip, letting half slip out from his front teeth. “I don't know how he does it,” he murmurs.

“Please?” You push your luck.

This time it's Seognhwa’s face that blurs and then you're fucking Yeosang. He smiles angelically. “You know I can't deny you anything.”

Yeosang pushes you gently to your back and begins to jackhammer into you until you see stars. You wake up feeling sticky in between your legs. You're going to file away that dream as a one off and go take a shower.

You turn on the tap water and get a text from Seonghwa. You okay?

You frown at your phone in confusion. How the hell would he know your number--ah! The group chat Yeosang started with you and the guys. Still. Kind of unnerving the way he knew something was up and you had no Yeosang to lean on. 

You put the phone back down and didn’t bother to answer. 

Until Yeosang called. “Baby?” His voice is rough with sleep and a hint of something else.

“Mmm?” You murmur back.

“I thought I’d call since I know you’ve been having issues sleeping. Sorry I couldn't get back in time. How are you?”

“Considering that I’m up at this hour…” You reply dryly. 

Yeosang sighs heavily on your behalf. “Do you need something?”

You needed his thick cock to fuck you back so sleep, you think.

“That sounds wonderful,” Jongho chuckles in the background. 

“Yeosang?” Your voice comes strained in confusion. “Do you have me on speaker phone?” You squeak in embarrassment. Did you slip and say your thoughts outloud? 

Yeosang’s voice sounds more muffled, more likely drifting away from his friends and covering his mouth and the phone so he could whisper directly to you. “I’m sorry, Sweetheart, can you still hear me?”

“Sangie,” You whine. 

“I know, I know. How about this? I’ll come home and we can snuggle until we both fall asleep, hmmm?”

You shake your head even though you know that Yeosang can’t see you. “I don’t want to ruin your boys' night. Please don’t do anything that will make the others think less of me.”

“That’s impossible,” Yeosang laughs under his breath. “They adore you.”

“I’m just gonna take a shower and go back to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow for brunch?”

“Okay, baby.”

The hot water from the shower calms you, inside and out, and you snuggle up to your soft blankets, still faintly smelling like Yeosang. You drift into a deep sleep and almost miss your alarm to go catch brunch with Yeosang. 

Hongjoong and Yunho are there when you find Yeosang at your favorite table. Yeosang hands you a mimosa and kisses you on the cheek in greeting. “Sleep okay after I hung up?”

You nod and smile reassuringly. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

Yunho stands up for a greeting with open arms. You were still getting used to the skinship of this group but not wanting to be rude, you hug Yunho in greeting. You swear you feel something brush your ribs, just under your breasts, but Yunho’s hands are locked behind your back, so there’s no way.

You smiled Hongjoong’s way and then sat down beside Yeosang. “Did you guys enjoy yourself last night?”

“Not half as much as Seonghwa did,” Hongjoong grumbles. 

“Oh, what did Seonghwa get up to?” You inquire innocently.

Yeosang chokes and coughs on his own drink and you rub his back as he goes through it. 

Hongjoong still looks a little sour, however. “He slipped away and enjoyed himself.”

“Oh.” You can feel heat lick up your chest and face. You really didn’t need to know that.

“Don’t worry, I think Seonghwa might like the thought that you might think of him that way,” Yunho teased from across the table. 

Hongjoong and Yunho exchange a long look as you recoil in horror. Your eyes shoot to Yeosang, who has a placating smile. He reaches and squeezes your shoulder. “Drink up, Sweetheart. We’ve got more where that one came from.”

You melt into his comfortable gesture and do so. Yeosang, Yunho and Hongjoong have a conversation but it’s mostly lost on you, just background music as you drift in the presence of your boyfriend and his friends. 

“Sangie, are these mixed strong?” You frowned, lifting up the chute you were drinking from.

Yeosang kisses your nose fondly. “I just wanted you to have a good time this morning, after your bad night.”

“I mean, it wasn’t bad. I think,” You interject. 

“You think?” Yunho’s leaning forward, chin in his hands and elbows on the table, looking interested. 

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” You provided. 

Yeosang studies you. “You wouldn’t say it was bad? Well, was it good?”

You take a deep drink of your mimosa, before muttering into the empty cup. “It certainly felt good.”

Hongjoong hisses, drawing your attention back to him. His eyes appear completely black, as if there’s no end to his pupil or rather, no defining brown iris like you swore he had before. You squeak, setting down your drink, and he appears back to normal. 

You push your face into your hands. “I think I need more sleep,” You muttered.

Yeosang and Hongjoong have a hushed but angry conversation and Yunho’s arm slips behind your shoulders around the chair. “Soon,” he whispers before sending you a boyish grin.

Before you can ask what’s happening, Yeosang is sweeping you out of the restaurant, purse in his hand. He escorts you back home and tucks you into a blanket on the couch. 

“No dreams,” he insists and you fall asleep confused once again. 

It’s a while before you meet up with Yeosang’s friends. Yeosang insists there’s a schedule conflict but you have a feeling he’s keeping you away from them. You’re not sure why and you start to feel in the pit of your stomach that you’ve done something wrong. 

It’s during a movie night when Yeosang says that San hates these types of movies that you turn away from the movie and finally ask him. “Is there a reason why you didn’t invite him then?”

Yeosang smiles angelically for you. “No.”

“Yeosang, your friends haven’t been around in weeks,” You persist.

Yeosang shrugs. “I told you. We’ve been busy.”

You attempt to disentangle your legs from Yeosang’s lap. “Was it because I got too drunk last time? Did I embarrass you?”

“No, no,” Yeosang reassures you. “You did nothing wrong, Sweetheart.”

Your eyes start to water. “I promise, I didn’t think about Seonghwa in that kind of way. I only want you.”

Yeosang lets out a short laugh. “That’s okay even if you did.”

You hold yourself very still at that comment. “What?”

Yeosang lets a small, teasing smile pull at his lips. “Did you have a wet dream about Seonghwa?”

You shake your head in complete denial. “Absolutely not.”

Yeosang cocks his head flirtatiously. “You’ve never thought of Yunho squeezing your thighs under the table during brunch?”

“N-no?” Except now you couldn't get the image out of your mind. You let out a quiet moan. 

Yeosang pushes you down against the couch, nose nudging just under your ear. His tongue sneaks out and wets the sensitive skin there. “How about grinding your core against Jongho’s thighs?” Your boyfriend pushes your thighs apart with his leg and his knee hits your core and you whimper.

“Yeosang,” You cry out, hands flying to his broad shoulders. “Do you want me to think about those things about your friends?” You’re so confused. And very much turned on.

Yeosang hums contently. “You’re allowed to, you know.” 

Yeosang’s pushing his thigh against your core and you can’t help but tilt your hips upwards, enjoying the friction from the dry humping. “But…!” You bite down a moan as Yeosang’s hand sneaks up your sweater. 

“You can have all the dirty thoughts you want. We feed from it,” your boyfriend mumbles into your skin. 

Your body shudders as you come undone for Yeosang right then and there. You whine as you feel your wetness fills the inside of your panties. “Yeosang… I don’t understand.”

Yeosang grabs your face with one hand and gives you a throaty kiss that you soon get lost in. “It’s okay, princess, you just enjoy the dream.”

Your eyes feel heavy and you drift into a climax-induced nap on the couch. 

Perceiving the horror in your dream is like saying you understand the size of the universe. You know there’s something around you, inside of you, but you’re not sure how. You’re pretty sure you see eyes, too many to count. You feel tendrils, wisps of something whispering against your skin. Sharp teeth gleam in the darkness? Or is it in a body? And then the voices come. Sometimes they’re mingled together, sometimes they’re in sync. Your mind expands and contracts and you’re not sure how much more you can take of it. 

See, I told you she could handle us, floats in the back of your skull.

And then it’s all black. 

You’re glad you had a talk with Yeosang because everything seems to go back to normal. You work, meet up with Yeosang, sometimes hang out with his friends. You have the odd dream here or there, and some forgetful moments, but Yeosang simply jokes that you’ve taken on some of his air-headedness.

Mingi’s birthday brings the tipping point.

Seonghwa, San and Mingi’s place is bustling. There’s music pumping and alcohol flowing. It’s just good vibes. You spend most of the time perched on Yeosang’s lap, watching the chaos unfold. 

Mingi grabs a bottle of liquor and downs it. The liquid streams down past the corner of his lips, over his jaw and down his neck. He drinks deeply and grins at you and Yeosang across from the room. Yeosang’s hands tighten around your waist for a moment and you turn to peer at your boyfriend.

Yeosang tips his head up to you and smiles. “You know you don’t have to stay with me the entire time. San’s probably politely waiting for you to get up so that he can bombard me about playing the new cell phone game he’s obsessed about.”

You push your nose against his in a gesture of adoration and familiarity. “I don’t want to be anywhere but here, Sangie.”

Yeosang looks up at you with hearts in his eyes. “I know but--”

“--you should dance with me!” Mingi shouts, making you jump out of your skin. The birthday boy’s eyes are close to disappearing, that’s how pleased he is. 

You look around and find that all the other party goers seem to have been ushered out of the apartment. Everyone except Yeosang’s close friend group. Seonghwa firmly closes the door with finality and the others filter over, finding places to perch. 

You feel like something is hanging off of dancing with Mingi. You just don’t know what. But everyone else does.

Yeosang’s hands go to your waist and he hoists you upwards. “Go on, Sweetheart.”

Yunho puts two fingers to his mouth and he catcall whistles. 

Mingi grabs your hands and starts to swing them benignly. It makes you smile, Mingi’s charm. He twirls you and you giggle. Soon, he’s holding your close, swaying his hips against yours. He’s warm and focused on you and you feel--

“Oh, don’t frown, baby, I like it best when you’re smiling,” Mingi says in a low voice. 

“I--”

You jerk in Mingi’s hold as another warm body presses up behind you. You turn your head to see San’s front is against your back. San smiles slowly, crooked but not intimidating. “Hey,” he says. 

Mingi turns your head back to him but he doesn’t let go. His eyes are on your lips though. “I think I should get a birthday kiss. That’s a thing, right?”

You swallow hard. “Uh… Mingi, don’t be silly.” You laugh and Mingi laughs and San joins in but somehow you end up more firmly between them.

You look wildly around for Yeosang. He’s still on the couch, looking comfortable. He raises an eyebrow at you curiously. 

You turn back to Mingi. “One birthday kiss,” You allow. 

Mingi grins before tilting his head and pressing his plush lips against yours. He captures your top lip between his and at the exact same time you feel a press of lips against the back of your neck. You gasp and Mingi takes that opportunity to lick the inside of your mouth. He lazily plays with your tongue while San peppers kisses up your neck. 

The rhythm of the music is forgotten, and turned down low, but that doesn’t change the fact that both of Yeosang’s friends are grinding up against you. You hadn't had a drop of alcohol tonight, determined to not make any further mistakes but they just seemed to pile up on you.

You break the kiss, breathing heavy and wiping saliva from your lips. Pushing away from Mingi just puts you more firmly into San’s grasp. His hands snake around your body, resting just above the waistband of your jeans. 

“They want you, Sweetheart. Do you feel it?” Yeosang speaks softly but it echoes and rattles around in your head. 

Your eyes glance towards a rather large mirror on the wall and you swear you can see that San’s teeth are sharper like a shark's. 

San’s hands fondle the button of your jeans, bringing you back to the matter at hand. “Of course I can feel it, Sangie, but--!”

Mingi kneels before you and San unbuttons your jeans. Mingi starts to lick the skin between your short top and the waistband of your underwear. You let out a breathy moan and every man in the room groans at the sound. 

“I don’t think I can--” You place a head on top of Mingi’s head to draw his attention to you. “This isn’t--”

“I know exactly what to do,” Mingi promises, eyes big and pleading. “Please? For my birthday? Let me taste you?”

“You’ve already tasted her,” Hongjoong mutters under his breath. 

Mingi shoots a dirty look over his shoulder and Hongjoong simply crosses his legs over the other in response. 

“Yeosang wants to watch, cutie, don’t you want to make Yeosang feel good?” San says, somewhat confusingly into your ear. 

“Of course I want to make Yeosang feel good, but how does that--?”

You squeal as San pushes your underwear and jeans down your knees. Mingi helps you out of them neatly. Before you know it, San’s got his hands firmly under your knees and is holding your legs open for Mingi. 

“S-san! Mingi!” You squirm but you’re not really going anywhere. 

Mingi licks his lips and you swear out of the corner of your eye, so does Yeosang. And Wooyoung. You break when Yeosang lets out a broken “please”. 

“Okay,” You agree shakily. 

Mingi dives into your cunt, tongue and lips eager to suck and lick your wet folds. “You’re soaked,” he groans loudly. Or was that Yunho?

Hongjoong stands up and you think he’s about to leave the room but he simply approaches you with dark eyes. “You like your titties played with while you get head, right?” he states. 

“How--Yeosang!” You cry out, feeling embarrassment climb up your neck. 

“She loves her titties played with,” Yeosang chortles. 

“Please? I can make you feel good too,” Hongjoong begs with big eyes as well. 

San has begun to lick a strip up your neck, not dissimilar to the big long licks MIngi’s performing on your cunt. You nod and fall into pleasure. Hongjoong massages and kneads your tits, while your cunt is being eaten out by Mingi and San is nipping your erogenous neck. 

You come undone so fucking quickly, it’s almost embarrassing. Mingi slurps up every drop of wetness. San chuckles darkly behind you and Hongjoong twists your nipples, flicking the peaked buds. You’re not sure where you end and they begin, honestly. 

“Wha…?” You can barely string a sentence together as San lets your legs go. 

You almost collapse with your shaky legs but Wooyoung’s there before you can collapse. “You’ve got more for the rest of us, right?” He says cheekily, winking at you gratuitously. 

“Sangie,” You whine. 

“Grind against Wooyoung’s front,” Yeosang orders. 

You whimper at the command. “But I’m sensitive!”

“Don’t you like being overstimulated?” Yunho brings up. 

“How do you guys know all my ticks?” You demand incredulously. 

“We know everything about you,” Jongho reveals. 

Wooyoung guides you with him to the couch. He spreads his legs and you straddle his crotch. Yunho leans in from the side of the couch, deftly tugging the hem of your shirt up and over your head. 

“Come on, princess, have some fun with us,” Jongho purrs, leaning in to suck on your nipple just the way you like it. 

Wooyoung’s hands push your hips down so that your very wet front rests against the roughness of the front of his pants. You let out a cry as your sensitive clit brushes against the material. 

Your head cups Jongho’s head to your tit, as his tongue lathes against your nipples that Hongjoong had played with. You were being over stimulated in more than one area and it was making you fucking hot with lust. 

Yunho’s large hand cups your other tit and he starts making out with you. All the while, Wooyoung’s dragging your cunt across his front. It’s apparent that he’s hard and enjoying this as well. Jongho’s playing with the head of his cock as he sucks on your tit. 

It’s hard to stay focused on one thing and you’re coming soon once again, albeit even harder than the first time. Your thighs shudder and you bite down on Yunho’s lip as you chase your high once again. 

“Fucking beautiful,” someone curses. Or was it all of them saying it at the same time?

You’re panting and weak but your heart explodes as Yeosang gathers you in his arms and takes you into his lap. “You’re perfect for us, aren’t you, Sweetheart?” he says in wonder. 

“All of you?” You begin to tremble. Were they just going to pass you around now? Is that how this was going to work?

Yeosang cocks his head curiously. “Didn’t you like it when Seonghwa’s face changed to mine and vice versa?”

“How do you know about that dream?” You whisper. “I never told you about it.”

We’re inside of you all of the time

Your head snaps towards Seonghwa, who smiles knowingly as he sits down beside Yeosang on the couch. Had you just heard him in your head?

“Aren’t we perfect for you?” Yeosang continues. “All eight of us know you inside and out. We know what you like and what you try to hide that you like. We can satisfy all your desires without ever having to find out. You don’t have to say anything embarrassing. One of us can always be here with you. And even if we can’t, we are inside of your head. You just need to give yourself to us unconditionally. What do you say, Sweetheart? Be ours unendingly?”

You open and close your mouth, unable to voice the impossible. How could you?

Seonghwa pats his lap invitingly. “Should we have a round two? Pass you around, just like you were thinking, just like in your dream? Making you hop from one dick to the other, just before you can come, just to keep our dicks wet and hard?”

You whimper and Yeosang simply captures your lips in a searing kiss. “She’d love that, Seonghwa.”

Ours

Forever

Ours

Always 

Yeosang easily parts your wet pussy, cock sliding in without resistance. He groans loudly, cheeks heating up visibly. Jongho and Yunho get red as well. 

“Fuck, she feels so good,” Hongjoong gasps.

Yeosang urges your hips forward gently, eyes closed and face blissed out, enjoying your body. You whimper with need, just like in your dream.

San grips your hips and deposits you onto Seonghwa’s lap easily. Seonghwa squeezes inside of you and Mingi sighs contently . “This is--”

“--the best--” Wooyoung and Hongjoong chime in.

“‘--birthday ever!” Yeosang and San finish.

Did you just acquire seven other boyfriends and were they perhaps otherworldly? You couldn't find a brain cell to protest, however. You were too busy being shared between them all, bouncing on their cocks.

Something is different between Seonghwa and San. You can't put your finger on it. It isn’t quite a gut instinct. Seonghwa lets his hands linger on San, like he’s admiring the smooth sanding of a handcarved item. For just a brief instance, of course. On the shoulder. Around San’s waist. But it is remaining for just a second longer than friendly. You can tell no one else notices because you don't meet anyone's eyes as you scan the room. In fact, you start to convince yourself that you're looking too deep into it.

But you cannot shake this feeling. It's not just the lingering touches. Or their eyes keeping locked with secret messages. It's the way San seems to defer to Seonghwa and the reaction of doing so makes San pink and Seonghwa smug. It's the way they both seem to disappear at the same time but come back separately. It's the way they won't even acknowledge each other after; that's what's drawing your attention.

You observe them for a while, quietly, not speaking to anyone about it because you know they'll brush you off. ‘It's just San with his favorite hyung’, they'll say.

Then it happens during one of your get-togethers. Yunho and Yeosang are hosting, having been roomies even after they both graduated university. Everyone's here. Wooyoung is quietly focused on rolling a joint. Hongjoong and Mingi are arguing about politics. Yeosang and Yunho are playing a versus game of FIFA on the big screen, Jongho observing as if he's a professional. San has already slipped away, and Seonghwa has followed him. It was time to prove how wrong you've been about this. You were eager to rid yourself of this mystery.

Making an excuse, you get up between Hongjoong and Mingi, passing the kitchen and taking a turn.  Down the hallway, you can see the bathroom is open. You pass it and pause, peering into Yeosang's room. His setup for gaming is goals but not what you're looking for. Yunho’s bedroom is at the end and the door is closed.

San and Seonghwa could have gone for a walk. Gotten some air. Yunho could have closed his door because his room was a mess. There's a dozen reasons for your current predicament. But there was only one current reality. That sky comes falling down on your head as you crack open Yunho’s bedroom door.

Your mind almost breaks at what you see occurring on poor Yunho’s king-sized bed. San is face down, pink with pleasure, small puffs of air leaving his plush lips. His jeans and underwear are pushed down barely past his generous ass. And Seonghwa? His pelvis is pressed against San’s bottom. His back is arched and the small accessories he clipped into his hair last week to celebrate the start of summer tinkle merrily as he rocks into San.

“Ah,” San whines. “Hyung!”

It's almost as if a car is crashing. You want to look away but you absolutely cannot. That is ultimately what fucks you over.

Because Seonghwa, despite the focus he should be lasered in on being beneath him, his eyes are raised to meet yours. They widen for a fraction of a second before he gets a malicious glint in his eyes, almost competitive. The pretty boy's hands curl under San’s hips, adjusting the angle slightly, and then he sharply thrusts into San. The result is San’s quiet whimpers being blown into a husky, loud moan. San slaps his hand over his mouth, clearly worried about someone hearing him. But Seonghwa’s grown a smirk, so proud and so powerful, and it's aimed directly around you.

You fall backwards, pushing away from the taboo scene in front of you. You were right. You had been horribly, accurately right. 

You half crawl, stumble and eventually get to your feet. You move back to the living room, feeling like a ghost that just left their body. You weren't attached to reality right now. There was no way in hell this wasn't some fucked up daydream that you concocted because what do you mean Seonghwa was fucking San?

The golden rule was that no one canoodled with each other. It was an easy way to fuck up a friend group. Everyone depended on each other so much. Young adult friendships blossoming into adult support systems. This was everything, and at all costs, could not be sacrificed for some hormone-induced fun.

Apparently not, if Seonghwa was fucking San.

You sit down, Hongjoong and Mingi having moved closer, leaving you on the end of the couch now. Wooyoung’s finished his joint rolling. He grabs one and puts it in his mouth. The simple act of pulling it out, looking to dampen the paper so that it will evenly burn on all sides, has you falling apart at the seams. Did San do that with Seonghwa, or was that another act of supremacy Seonghwa did to San?

“I gotta go,” You say abruptly.

Hongjoong cocks his head at you? “Before we smoke?” Clearly not the norm for you.

“I just finished rolling!” Wooyoung protests. “At least smoke one with me! No one will bother to Potterhead talk with me, please!”

You shake your head, pulling your sweater up your shoulders. “I'm not feeling well.”

San enters the room at this exact moment, something you had been hoping to avoid. Ever the gentleman, he says “I'll walk you home.” Used to this, he doesn't even anticipate an answer, he simply moves to the side table by the door where he had thrown his keys.

“Nah. I live so close. You don't have to bother,” You say, shifting by him, making sure you don't brush against him even by accident.

That's clearly the wrong answer because suddenly everyone is staring at you. You like when San walks you home. You feel safe. The last time you said no was the first time San offered, feeling like he only extended it because you were a girl. It felt insulting. You had come to enjoy the quiet time, two introverts not having to fill the space. 

You shove your shoes on. “It's nice out. I just want to…have my thoughts to myself. Okay?”

You look around and Jongho nods in understanding. “Yeah. Whatever you need.”

You leave but that doesn't settle everything.

San is staring at the door like a dog whose owner just left them behind. 

“Something's wrong,” Yeosang says.

“No shit,” Wooyoung snorts. “She didn't even take a joint for the road. I rolled one for her walk back.” 

Seonghwa strides into the living room as if there isn't anything going on. “I'm going to the convenience store. I need something for my sweet tooth.”

No one questions that remark. Except for Wooyoung, who lost Potterhead number two. 

Seonghwa’s on you before you can even leave the driveway from Yunho and Yeosang’s apartment building. 

“Wait up!” He calls after you.

Your shoulders hunch and you start to walk faster. He curses under his breath and starts jogging to catch up with you.

“Where are you off to in such a rush?”

Was that how it was going to be? The two of you pretend like nothing ever occurred?

“I'm going home, Seonghwa.”

“I'll get you a fizzy drink. What do you want? Some limited edition thing that's going to make San wrinkle his nose at when he sees the calories?”

Seonghwa’s abreast with you. Your eyes slide to his face but there’s nothing malicious there now. Like it's just another night. 

“No. I'm fine.”

Seonghwa shrugs. “Suit yourself. Text the group chat when you get home. You know Yeosang will worry.”

Your paths fork and your shoulders relax. For a moment.

Then you get to your home. With your thoughts. Nothing but your thoughts. That swirl and twirl and haunt you. What the fuck had you just seen? You felt like you were holding a bomb. No, like you had stepped on a landmine and if you took your foot off, your entire friend group would splatter into a million pieces. No one was ever putting Humpty together again.

You start to avoid everyone. How are you going to look San in the eyes ever again? Yunho would be able to sniff your unease in an instant, try to comfort you, most likely break down your walls and get you to talk. You knew beyond a shadow of a doubt you couldn't do that.

But your friends aren't exactly easy to ditch. Busy and sick and tired only work for so long until it's one message from Hongjoong telling you that if you don't get your butt over to Yunho and Yeosang’s Friday night, he's hauling you there himself. You know that's not an empty threat.

“There she is!” Yunho announces with gusto, hand already wrapped around a beer glass with a shot of soju at the bottom. He must have just performed the little ritual. He bottoms up as you move further inside.

Your eyes move around. Wooyoung’s already melted into the couch, clearly opting for Indica instead of Sativa tonight. Maybe he's your best chance at skating by scottfree. 

You bounce down beside him on the couch. Wooyoung smiles lazily. “Hey best friend,” he greets you.

“Hey Woo,” You say back.

“Hey Woo,” he parrots back. “How about you hey woo me some chips. I'm starving.”

You gaze around but you don't see any chips. Or San for that matter. Seonghwa is studying a hand of cards, playing with Hongjoong and Jongho.

“I don't think--”

“Hey, you're here,” Yeosang says, sitting on the other side of you.

“Of course I'm here, we had a whole conversation--oh, you mean the ghost.” Wooyoung thumbs in your direction.

“I'm not ghosting you guys,” You say, falling further into the couch. “I told you, I was--”

“Yeah yeah save it for the gullible ones,” Wooyoung swats your words away. “Hey, what happened to the chips?”

Yeosang ignores Wooyoung, gentle eyes on you. “You'd tell us if something was wrong, right?”

“I'm fine,” You reiterate. “Wooyoung, did you smoke everything already?”

Wooyoung limply gestures to the table in front of you. “Help yourself.”

You snatch a joint and make your way to the balcony. You gulp the air greedily before fishing your lighter from your pocket. You put the joint to your lips, flick the lighter, and inhale sharply. You hold it for a few seconds before exhaling. Much better.

San arrives with his arms full of bags. “The munchies have arrived!” Mingi’s behind him with more drinks. The latter peers around. “Did she come?”

Yeosang gestures with a jerk of his chin. “She's on the balcony smoking.”

“Did you ask her what's going on?” Mingi says, putting the drinks in the fridge. 

San comes over to sit on the massage chair Yunho isn't frequenting currently. He throws a bag of chips at Wooyoung, who happily pops it open. That causes San to jump and Wooyoung to cackle.

“She says she's fine.” Yeosang’s eyes are back on you again.

“You know…” Yunho sits on the arm of the couch. “She's always more honest with San.”

Mingi and Yeosang both look at their friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yunho shrugs. “I dunno. Maybe she's more comfortable with him. Or maybe she likes him better than you two peppering her to spill her problems.”

Mingi stiffens at the implications. “Hey. We share a Spotify Playlist. We're close!”

“Will you try?” Yeosang asks San.

San runs a hand through his hair and then immediately begins to fix it. “Okay.”

The balcony door slides open and you know the questions are about to start up again. 

“Hey.” San leans over the balcony guardrail, eyes trained to the dusky sky. 

“I was wondering when they’d resort to you,” You say.

San’s warm hand skims over the small of your back. He’s warm, no, he’s hotter than a furnace. And in the cooling night air, the touch makes you shiver for multiple reasons. That was the same hand that clenched the sheets while Seonghwa--

You jolt out of San’s touch. “Nothing is wrong. They can send you with popcorn and my answer will still be the same. Because that’s the truth.”

San’s hand was hovering in the air where it had previously been burning your skin. He lets it fall to his side. “Yeah.” He sends you a smile, one that usually breaks you with its dimpled-kindness. “Of course.”

He doesn’t leave and that frustrates you. San is comfortable in the silence when your shoulders rise because of it. You tap out the joint, put it in the slim cigarette tin you carry for that very reason, and slide open the balcony door to go back inside. 

This secret, it’s wiggling inside of you. It’s like a maggot under your skin. You can’t dig it out either. It keeps replaying and replaying over and over in your mind. 

“I’m going to the bathroom,” You mutter under your breath, avoiding the questioning gazes of your friends. 

The others look at San expectantly when he enters back into the room. He shakes his head in defeat. “Whatever it is. She doesn’t want to talk about it. Just let it go.”

Seonghwa’s not going to, however. He knows exactly what’s going on. And if you keep acting up like you are, you’re going to ruin his fun. He stands up. San tilts his head in question, the line of his jaw and the veins in his neck alluring. But Seonghwa ignores the younger man, eyes on the prize. He needs to talk to you again. 

The bathroom used to have a lock on the door before Yeosang had broken it. No one had bothered to fix it so Seonghwa had no problem slipping into the bathroom with you.

You’re sitting on the toilet, seat down, face in your hands. You didn’t even hear him come in, you're so overwhelmed with your thoughts. 

“You’re going to ruin it,” Seonghwa intones.

“Ruin what?” You say through your hands. 

Seonghwa’s fists tighten. “Don't be coy with me. You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not your secret keeper so fuck off,” You say blithely. 

It takes two steps for Seonghwa’s long legs to bring him to your place on the toilet. Seonghwa judges Yunho for a brief moment about the Spiderman themed cupholder for his toothbrush and then focuses. He slaps your hands out of the way and grips your chin between his fingers. 

“I didn’t say anything when I saw you. I could have. But I didn’t.”

Your face burns hot, exploding down your chest and rumbling in your stomach, almost making you sick with embarrassment. “You did that for yourself.”

One side of Seonghwa’s lip creeps up in a shadow of a smirk. “But I also didn’t ruin your fun. Don’t ruin mine.”

You shake your head, denial filming over your eyes. “I can’t make it leave,” You whisper, part confession, part shame.

Seonghwa’s eyes narrow down on you. What’s running through your head? He can’t get a good read on you. “Use your words,” he says.

You swallow loudly. “No.”

Seonghwa’s not quite sure what overcomes him. Perhaps he’s gotten too comfortable with being in control with San. But suddenly he’s knocking your legs apart and tipping your head backwards. 

“What is your problem?” He hisses.

You struggle in his hold, his fingers digging painfully into your jaw. Your hands wrap around his wrists and even though you tug, his grasp does not falter. “Let go of me!”

“I will facefuck your mouth until you agree to stop acting like there’s an issue here.”

You freeze at the blatantly sexual threat. Your eyes slowly roll upwards until you meet his eyes. There’s a mean glint in them, just like when he had caught you watching him with San. 

“What?” is all you can manage at this moment. 

“Is that your problem?” Seonghwa lets out a spiteful laugh. “Were two items taken off your menu?”

“No--that’s not--” 

You squeal as Seonghwa presses his body forward, invading your space. He’s directly between your legs now, crotch level with your face--if you were in fact able to look forward.

“Then tell me what’s got you acting so spacey that no one can shake the issue.”

You whimper. Seonghwa’s never heard you make such a soft noise before. San folded like a house of cards for him, but he wasn’t surprised by it. But you… you were a different matter entirely. 

You speak before you can even act on any instinct to remain self-conscious. “All I can picture is your back arched as you fuck into San. San’s pretty flushed face at the pleasure. The way your hair swayed--” You lick your lips, eyes glazed and far away. 

Seonghwa feels your legs tighten against his. Were you attempting to clench your legs together? His knee props up on the lid of the toilet between your legs and you flinch at the sudden noise.

“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” Seonghwa coos. 

Shame washes over you like a cold shower. You shouldn’t. Those are your two friends. You shouldn’t have even seen what you saw. They shouldn’t have broken the golden rule of your friend group. And now you were mixed into this whole fucked up affair. You wanted to escape but you couldn't. 

“Fuck you,” you spit out weakly.

You make a noise of distress as Seonghwa’s knee slides along the top of the toilet lid, inching closer to your core. 

“Is it that you want to be Sannie? Is that it?” Why Seonghwa feels the need to keep digging is unclear but there’s something twisting him to. 

“No! No, Seonghwa, stop this!” You beg.

Oh, he likes that. 

His knee wedges against your clit and you let out a depraved moan that’s been threatening to spill from your treacherous lips. Seonghwa lets out a brief sigh, like he’s felt a release as you admit defeat. 

“There you are,” He murmurs. 

“What are you going to do now?” You can’t help but wonder. Your fate is in Seonghwa’s hands, the same way your head is, in a tight, demanding grip. 

Seonghwa releases you like you've suddenly burnt him. “Nothing,” he says coldly. 

And then he leaves the bathroom. 

You let out a shaky breath. You splash some water on your face, hoping to wake the fuck up from whatever dream that just was. Or was it a nightmare? 

You look at yourself in the mirror and you almost don’t recognize her: your pupils are blown, your face is pink, and you look like you just had the best sex of your life. But you hadn't. Seonghwa had barely touched you in that regard. So why did you look so… undone?!

Three days later, when Mingi goes out for his DJ gig, Seonghwa has San's head against the wall of his bedroom, as he slowly fucks into his younger friend's mouth. But Seonghwa's only doing it because San’s eyes were practically begging to be used; seonghwa’s mind is still on you. Why did he do what he did? He's got San wrapped around his pinky finger, what more does he need? 

Absent-mindedly, Seonghwa cards his hands through San’s hair as he thinks things through. San’s in his headspace but hums happily around Seonghwa’s length at the touch. 

What was it that Seonghwa wanted? He wanted San, compliant and willing for him. That much was evident. The serotonin he got, that blow up to his ego, coming so hard he'd make San blush? That was all worth breaking the stupid cardinal friend rule. 

Something that Seonghwa was still chewing on, however, was that depraved little noise you had made when his knee had pushed against your hot core. Was it just his imagination or had he felt you clamping down on nothing?

Seonghwa shakes his head. That didn’t matter when he had Sannie right where he wanted him. 

Roughly, he fucks San's throat, enjoying the wet chokes and the tears that run down the apples of San’s cheeks. San's eyelashes sparkle with the tears and Seonghwa knows he's got San in the perfect place because San is whining breathily. San is so turned on right now, Seonghwa bets if he just patted San’s fat cock, he'd come in his pants. How cute. 

“That’s it, Sannie. You love taking my cock down your sweet throat, don't you? I bet your balls are aching for release right now. So high against your body, ready to unload into something. Should I buy a pocket mouth for you? You can relieve yourself that way when I leave.”

San protests noisily but doesn't have any wiggle room as Seonghwa thrusts harshly one last time and unloads down San’s throat. He lets out a loud grunt, slowly fucking San’s throat. When he sits back, he wraps his hands around San’s throat and feels as San swallows everything he gave him.

San pouts, cum obscenely clinging to the corners of his red lips. “Hyung!”

The corner of Seonghwa’s lip curls cruelly. “What?”

“Just…” San’s eyes look away. “You don't have to say all that.” 

“Oh please,” Seonghwa scoffs. “That's half of the pleasure right there.”

Seonghwa gets off his bed and leaves San there, breathing heavily, to clean himself up. He does so methodically, even to the point of checking himself in the mirror. Maybe he should change the beads in his hair next week.

The way your hair swayed--

Was it that his hair had moved with the trinkets in them? Or was it the reason for the movement that made your cheeks pink?

“Hyung?” San leans against the doorframe. “You talked to her yesterday, didn't you?"

Seonghwa continues to fix his hair in the mirror. “What makes you say that?”

“She was… lighter when she came back from the bathroom. Whatever was weighing her down wasn't as heavy. Did she tell you what's wrong?”

“Something like that.”

San smiles to himself. “Good.”

“Why are you smiling like that?” Seonghwa snaps. 

San startles and meets Seonghwa’s eyes in the mirror. “Like what?”

“Whatever.” Seonghwa breezes by San to exit the bathroom. “Let’s go get some food.”

You're not sure either what happened in the bathroom with Seonghwa. In fact, you're really fucking confused. You understand Seonghwa not wanting you to spill the beans on his benefits situation with San but what were the extra bits for? To really dig in that he was the one fucking San?

“So stupid,” You grumble under your breath.

“Can you please stop with this, you're driving me insane,” Hongjoong complains. “I don't care what's wrong anymore but you carry it around like you're nursing it. It's not healthy.”

You sigh heavily. Hongjoong is right, of course. He's always right. “I'm sorry,” You apologize immediately.

Hongjoong glares over the meat he's grilling. “Don't apologize, just ditch it.”

“If I knew how to do that, don't you think I would have already?” You glare right back at him.

Hongjoong grabs a piece of meat with the tongs and holds it out for you. “Then stuff your mouth at least.”

You prepare a piece of lettuce with some of your favorite fixings and offer it. Hongjoong drops the meat and you promptly shove it in your mouth. Your eyes roll back into your head, the flavors bursting through the heat of the meat.

Hongjoong snorts. “Much better.” 

The bell for the door of the shop chimes and one of the staff greets the newcomers. You're busy enjoying the food, you don't realize Hongjoong has nodded his head in acknowledgement. 

“What are you two doing here?” 

You choke and cough, San's voice surprising you. San pats your back. When you can't seem to recover, he leans over, grabs your water and offers it to you. You drink it deeply, dislodging the food in your throat. And still San's hand lingers on your shoulder, gently kneading it.

“I needed to get away from Jongho and Wooyoung bickering,” Hongjoong explains, frowning as Seonghwa sits down and helps himself to the food.

“Ahjumma, two more beef combos, please!” San shouts to the kitchen.

Finally, he sits down beside you, across from Seonghwa. “I'm starving!”

Seonghwa’s eyes don't even glance your way. But he talks directly to you. “You finally decided that it wasn't worth it to ditch all of us anymore?”

You open your mouth but Hongjoong answers for you. “Good food will get her out anywhere.”

Seonghwa nods, contemplating Hongjoong’s words. He stuffs his face again before choosing his next sentence. “Stuffing her face does provide good results.”

San laughs, the depth of that sentence going over his head. You have to bite the inside of your cheek to keep your emotions in check. “If you're going to eat all our food, at least buy some soju.”

“A bottle of blueberry and strawberry soju too, please!” San shouts a second time.

 Hongjoong sends a look of disgust. “So sweet.”

There's an ugly feeling in Seonghwa. He knows the strawberry flavor is for him. The blueberry must be for you. Had Seonghwa never noticed how much San catered to you or had it just not mattered that much to him up to this point? Regardless, the possessive dragon inside of him unfurls its wings.

Seonghwa wiggles his foot out of his shoe and easily finds San’s legs under the table; the younger man is always sitting with his thighs wide open. Seonghwa puts his head in his hand and watches San. As his foot travels higher up San’s inner thigh, San becomes more and more pink. 

The ahjumma who runs the BBQ place brings the extra combos and the soju, bustling the table and teasing Hongjoong about his short hair and how handsome he looks now.

It's not until San reaches for the blueberry soju bottle, undoes the cap and reaches for a shot glass to pour for you, that Seonghwa presses hard down on San’s hard-on. The soju sloshes against the metal table as San cries out. He's beyond red and his eyes are on the floor.

Your eyes swing to Seonghwa who happily takes over grilling the meat. You observe San who is apologizing profusely to the ahjumma for spilling the alcohol. In some fucked up way, it was nice to know you hadn't been paranoid previously.

Hongjoong clucks his tongue, ordering two regular bottles of soju before the ahjumma leaves. “Geez, you're so clumsy, San.”

With your stomach full, the soju gives you the finest buzz, the blueberry soju coating sweetness along your tongue. You relax a bit, Hongjoong loosens up as well, and San and Seonghwa gorge themselves on the food they ordered. It's companionable and back to normal.

Except San got coerced into one drink and now he's the one that's sloshed. And it is getting messy. Hongjoong pays the bill and excuses himself, muttering about trying to get away from all the noise of his place was pointless.

And then there were three.

San makes the mistake of focusing on you as the three of you walk down the street. “You'll let me walk you home tonight, right?” San pouts, arms wrapped around you from behind.

“I can’t walk anywhere with you clinging to me like this San,” you grumble.

San leans even more forward, his front pressing against your back. “I'll protect you,” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

He's so fucking warm. If you closed your eyes for just a moment, you might be able to imagine--

“Oh my god, San!” Seonghwa scolds your drunk friend. “Get off of her.”

San stumbles as Seonghwa practically rips San’s arms off of you. In fact, he lands on his butt and blinks up at Seonghwa as if he's not entirely sure why he's looking up to him right now.

“Seonghwa, you don't have to be so rough with him,” you murmur, leaning forward and reaching under San’s arm to help him up.

You can't see Seonghwa’s face but you can certainly hear his tone of depraved glee. “But he likes it that way.”

Fortuitously, San heavily pulls back on you, and with Seonghwa’s barbed comment surprising you, you fall forward into San.

San simply smiles up at you like he doesn't have a care in the world. Your knees are on either side of San’s legs and your hands braced under San’s arms. He's gorgeous like this; hair haloing around him.

That's when you feel Seonghwa’s foot on your ass as he shoves you forward even more. “As a matter of fact, don't you like it rough as well?!” San lets out a very attractive ‘oof’ as your body falls against his, hips digging into his. 

“Seonghwa, this isn't funny,” you growl.

“Who’s laughing?” Seonghwa snaps.

“I’m getting up now,” You announce, but Seonghwa doesn’t let up, his foot now on the small of your back. The pressure makes you grind against San, who lets out a whimper. “Seonghwa! You’re--”

“Hurting him?” Seonghwa leans out a mean laugh. “No, I’m not. He likes it. Look at how his eyes blow.”

San’s eyebrows furrow with soft worry. “Wait, Hyung--!”

“She knows, San,” Seonghwa says. “She already saw us together. You’re fine.”

San’s eyes meet yours. “You know? You…saw?” His lips part and you feel him stirring beneath you.

God damn it. 

You throw back your arm and shove Seonghwa’s foot from your back. You push off of San and start to run. You can’t do this. You can’t.

“That’s all you can do is run, isn’t it!” Seonghwa shouts at your back. 

That stops you. You turn around slowly, your anger swirling around in your heart. “What gives you the right?” You say, low and harsh. You stride towards Seonghwa, who’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest. “What gives you the fucking right to judge me when you ran the other day?! You can face one yearning but you can’t face the other?” Your finger pokes and prods and digs into Seonghwa’s chest. “What gives you the fucking right, Seonghwa?”

“I wasn’t running,” Seonghwa denies.

“What’s she talking about now?” San wonders, sitting up from the asphalt.

“Nothing,” Seonghwa denies.

You snort mirthlessly under your breath. “Just another secret for you to keep, hmm? It seems you’re good at that.”

San puts his hands on the ground and stands on his feet like a toddler with new legs with a grunt. “Tell me what’s going on. Now.”

You raise your chin. “Yes, Seonghwa. Tell San everything. Or maybe I might. Seeing as how you like to vaguely air everyone’s dirty laundry suddenly. Do you like provoking San in front of Hongjoong? Do you like sliding my secrets to San like it’s a note in class? Is it the power you enjoy? You just like lording over everyone, like you’re the only one with the right and the privilege.”

It’s like you have the key to Seonghwa’s rage. You pull and pull and pull at his resistance until finally it snaps, just like a rubber band, stinging you something awful.

Seonghwa shouts wordlessly. His fingers grip your upper arms and he shoves you against the tall wall in the alleyway. “You know nothing, you dumb fucking cu--”

“Seonghwa!” San slams his hand down on Seonghwa’s shoulder and retches him backwards. “What are you doing?!”

Seonghwa’s shoulders are heaving with his wrath. His eyes are wild and his hair moves slightly by a relieving breeze. He ignores San completely. “What time is it?”

You roll your eyes. “Typical.”

Seonghwa digs into his front pocket, finds his phone, and presses his thumb down on the button on the side. It’s still early evening. “We’re going home.”

San shakes his head. “No. I’m going to walk her home.”

Seonghwa smirks and your previous fury slides down your chest, down your leg and pools onto the floor because of it. “No. She’s coming home with us.”

“I don’t fucking think so. Haven't you sucked me into this deeply enough? No. Fuck you.”

You and San watch like onlookers to a hypnotized snake as Seonghwa’s hand cups the front of your neck. “You’re. Coming. Home. With. Me.”

San looks like he’s trying to translate what Seonghwa’s saying, as if it’s an entirely different language he’s speaking. “What…?” The words prematurely die on his tongue as you let out a whimper. 

“See?” Seonghwa quirks an eyebrow at San.

“Will you run again?” you whisper.

Seonghwa licks his lips, looking down his nose at you. “No.”

Your heart is beating a mile per minute as you meander to San, Seonghwa and Mingi’s place.You have a sneaky suspicion what Seonghwa is planning in that head of his but you’re not entirely sure with the three of you. Seonghwa with you and Seonghwa with San seem to be similar but what about Seonghwa with you and San? 

Seonghwa’s fingers are tight against your wrists. He can feel your pulse going crazy fast and it fuels his feet to move faster. San keeps up, despite his random trips and protests that Seonghwa is going far too fast. Seonghwa doesn’t care. Right now, he needs the both of you in his bed. Which is ridiculous, because San’s bed is by far the bigger, but it needs to be Seonghwa’s room--he needs to be in charge. 

Once you arrive at the guy's place, having taken two steps at a time to get to the third floor, it's clear San has had enough of this.

“Hyung! Stop.” He braces his hands on his thighs and sways a little inside the entrance. 

There's a flush on your cheeks too, lips parted as you've kept up with Seonghwa’s long legs. “Seonghwa, maybe…”

Seonghwa rolls his eyes. “Do both of you need motivation?”

With a tug, Seonghwa brings you back towards San. San slowly stands up. “What's happening?”

Seonghwa grips the back of San’s neck and brings his forehead to his. San’s eyes get big and Seonghwa feels his ego grow. “We’re kissing.” He yanks you against his body, curving his arm around you. “WE are kissing.”

“Hey, where did you guys go?” Mingi calls out from the living room.

Seonghwa curses under his breath. He pushes you away, non-too-gently, and puts his arm under San’s to brace the still-swaying man. 

“Uhhh, yeah, I was out with Hongjoong and ran into your bozo besties,” You call out after ditching your shoes. Angry at Seonghwa once again, you can’t help but lash out. 

“Bozo!” San protests.

You settle down beside Mingi on the sectional. He's already changed from his bling and brands, to comfortable clothing. You snuggle your cheek against the cotton baggy sweater on his shoulder. It's nice. “What happened? You're usually not home until 3 or 4 in the morning.”

“A fight broke out,” Mingi rolls his eyes. “It evolved into a thing. They shut it all down.”

Seonghwa dropped San unceremoniously onto the other side and sat at the end where San’s legs had slid off. “San got drunk, the usual. Our friend was helping me get San home.”

Mingi’s arm goes around your shoulder. “Thank you for escorting our pretty princess home,” Mingi laughs, popping a loud kiss into the crown of your head.

“What are friends for you,” You chirp back.

“I'm not a pretty princess,” San mumbles, already clinging a pillow to his chest, eyes closed and smacking his lips tiredly.

“Do you wanna crash?” Mingi offers kindly. “You can take San’s bed. He'll probably fall asleep there.”

You lick your lips. “I'm not sure that's a good idea.”

“Why not?” Seonghwa says, slapping San’s ass without a mumble from the now sleeping man. “He's out cold.”

“I've got clothes for you,” Mingi gets excited and gets up, the subject closed.

Seonghwa reaches for the remote and starts to look through options to watch. “San’s bed is pretty big.”

“San’s a pretty big guy,” you agree.

Seonghwa’s eyes slid slowly to meet yours. “That's not what I meant.”

“Well, that’s how I'm taking it because Mingi is here, Seonghwa.”

Seonghwa puts the remote down and stands, mouth opening and closing as Mingi enters the room with an armful of clothes and a happy grin. “Here, you can change into these. I've got some songs I wanna add to our list, do you wanna listen?”

You breathe in and sigh heavily. “I'm sorry, Mingi. Maybe another night. I drank too. I'll just down a glass of water and go to sleep.”

Mingi nods. “Yeah, that's valid.”

You make your way to San’s room, Seonghwa’s gaze burning into your back. You change. You down a glass of water and you fall asleep in San’s bed. It smells like him. It's almost like falling asleep on his shoulder. It's comforting.

“Oh shit.”

You wake up to a heavy weight beside you, making your body tip forwards. “San?” You mumble, still half asleep.

“Why are you in my bed?” San whispers like he's worried he's going to get caught.

“You fell asleep on the couch. Mingi said I should sleep here.”

“Oh.”

That's enough to tell you San doesn't know what to do. “I'll leave.”

“No. Wait.”

“San, it's okay. It's your bed. I'll sleep on the couch. It's fine.”

“I don't want you to sleep on the couch.”

“Well, two seconds okay you weren't okay with me AND you sleeping in the same bed. So?”

“I just. I didn't know.” San sighs. “Where is Seonghwa?”

“Probably in his room?” You ask rather than tell.

“Weird.”

“What's weird about Seonghwa sleeping in Seonghwa’s bed?” You demand.

“Well, if I had known you were sleeping in another room in my apartment, I wouldn't have stayed in my room.”

Well shit.

“We all drank. We all needed to sleep. It was a bad idea.”

“You think Seonghwa’s plan was a bad idea?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“Stop saying oh!” You hiss, getting angry.

“Are you gonna sleep here now I don't think it's a bad idea?”

“No,” you snapped immediately, pushing the blankets off you and sitting up.

“Why?”

“Because, San, I don't know if you haven't noticed but any time you pay me special attention, Seonghwa goes ballistic so excuse me if I want to avoid that.”

“Did Seonghwa know you were sleeping in my bed?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, well then, it's fine.”

“And you just expect me to take your word for it?”

“Do you think I would lie to you to get you to stay?”

He had you there. “No.”

“Then go back to sleep.”

Easy for him to say. Your heart was hammering at your rib cage like it was a damn wild bird trying to leave. You could hear San’s nose whistles as he clearly fell into a slumber without any issues. 

Eventually, as you didn't sleep for the next hour or so, the door pushed open. “San?”

You flinch and sit up. The early morning sun filters in past Seonghwa. “He’s sleeping,” you respond.

“Good.” Seonghwa enters and closes the door behind him.

“No, not good, what are you doing?”

“What I want.”

Seonghwa’s in a ribbed tank and soft basketball shorts as he walks to the foot of San’s bed. His eyes are on San’s sleeping form, like a predator stalking a killing field. His hands, then his feet balance on the bed and he lays next to San. San’s arm is curled around a pillow again, cheek smushed cutely, with his back towards Seonghwa. 

You watch with that same bated breath of the car crash scenario earlier as Seonghwa smoothes his hand right under the front of San’s underwear. You can’t look away, even though you know it’s wrong; whether Seonghwa and San already have an understanding, or it doesn’t feel right to be watching Seonghwa touch San so intimately for your own viewing pleasure, either could be debated. 

“He gets hard so quickly,” Seonghwa murmurs under his breath, eyes already hooded and dangerous. “Eager even in his sleep to get fucked.”

It’s not long before Seonghwa is effectively stroking San under his boxer’s, the susurration of skin along skin so loud that you swear it’s louder than your own heartbeat in your ears.

When San lets out a tiny noise of pleasure, you jolt upwards. “I can’t watch this anymore.”

“You’ll stay where you are,” Seonghwa commands.

You shake your head, miniscule and dainty. “I can’t, Seonghwa.”

“You didn’t stop before,” he coldly points out. 

“That was different!” You protest.

“Why?” Seonghwa’s hand moves differently under San’s underwear, causing the sleeping man to groan. “Because now you’re close enough to participate?”

“Stop it,” You hiss before Seonghwa tempts you once again. 

It’s too late for that. Seonghwa smirks. “That is what you want? Wanna put your mouth around his cute little dick and take all his hot cum?”

“No! He’s asleep. I’m not doing that.”

“No?” Seonghwa presses his cheek almost adorably against San’s. “Sannie?” He whimpers in response. “You wanna come in our girl’s mouth now?” The pout that extends from San’s lips is angelically lush. He hums in acknowledgement and all the moisture in your mouth vacates. “You’re gonna come, aren’t you, Sannie? Gonna come soon? You gonna fill our girl’s mouth with your sweet juices and she’s going to swallow it all, isn’t she?” Seonghwa juts his chin out. “Better get ready, or he’s going to make my fist more sticky than it already is.”

You make the worst decision of your adult life and stumble forward, yanking San’s underwear down and wrapping your lips around his cock. Seonghwa’s hand, squeezing San’s length, moves upwards to meet your lips and San is moaning loudly, unloading into your mouth. Seonghwa wasn’t kidding, there’s so fucking much to swallow, you feel like it’s endless. When at last you judge it to be done, you pop off San’s cock. 

“Ah ah ah, make sure he’s clean. Stick your tongue out.” You do it without even questioning the order, and Seonghwa taps San’s cockhead against your tongue. San’s eyebrows furrow, his sensitive head brushing against your tongue, but you sweep it along his slit to make sure you’ve captured everything. 

“Good girl,” Seonghwa purrs. 

And that’s when San’s eyes open. He blinks several times and then that sunshine smile of his, with dimpled-kindness, comes out. “Good morning to you too.”

You back off suddenly, falling off the bed with a squeal. “Is she okay?” San asks Seonghwa. 

“Oh, get off the floor,” Seonghwa says. 

You don’t really want to rise from the ground ever again.

When you don’t move, you can hear Seonghwa grumbling. “Ridiculous, honestly, you’d think I forced her to drink your cum.”

“Hyung!” San whines.

“Not you too. Please. If it weren’t for me, you two would be hopeless.”

You crawl under the bed. Maybe if you hid here, the other two would forget about you and eventually you could crawl out, say goodbye to Mingi and never come back to this apartment ever again. 

“Hey!” San’s visage appears upside down and frowning. “Why are you hiding? Was it that bad?” San raises himself back up on the bed. “Was it bad?” He asks Seonghwa for verification too. 

“How would you feel if I fingered her and then made you lick up her slick?” Seonghwa shoots back, sounding half pissed and half amused. 

“Like I’d want to hide under the--ohhhhhhhhh,” San says as his brain catches up with his mouth. 

“Exactly.” Seonghwa reaches under the bed, grabs your ankle, and yanks you from under the bed. “Get up here right now or I’ll make you, and you’re not going to like my way.”

You shiver and scramble to get back on the bed. You immediately start to embed your thumbnail into the pad of your forefinger, a painful distraction from your current inability to deal with whatever situation was before you. 

“Well?” Seonghwa clearly directs towards San. 

“Can we?” San wonders. 

San and Seonghwa have that odd telepathy that couples tend to develop and it annoys you in the way you'd rather not be left out of the loop. “What?” 

“We're going to keep you,” San says happily.

Your head snaps upwards so quickly your teeth click. “Pardon?”

Seonghwa’s hand snakes out and grips your face, akin to your time in the bathroom together. “You're ours now.”

“Hyung!” San protests, hand on Seonghwa’s forearm. “Be nice.”

“Why?” Seonghwa says haughtily. “She likes it when I'm nasty. Just like you.”

“Hyung,” San draws out the syllable, his cheeks going pink, and his hands covering his pelvis. 

“What does that mean?” You ask, eyes moving between your two friends. 

“Whatever I want.”

That's when Seonghwa yanked you forward, wretched your head at an angle, and sucked a lovebite in your neck. “There. Now you.” San, with a lot more softness and sensuality, gave Seonghwa’s lovebite a twin.

“Oh my god.” Upon being released, you snatched up your hoodie from last night, pulled up the hood, and yanked the string tight. “What are you trying to do, get us all in trouble? I'm leaving.”

“Wait.” San looks at Seonghwa hesitantly.

“We have only one rule. Fair trade,” The elder of the two reveals.

“I'm not marking you two. This is barbaric. And a good way to get caught!” Your feet are itching to leave this room and quickly.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes with no hint of amusement. “This is getting old real quick.”

With the speed of a striking snake, Seonghwa has your wrists in between his hands and is yanking you onto bed back with him and San, pinning your arms above your head as you land on your back. “Fair trade.”

You look up at San with a wish to be set free. San was your comfort, San was your safety net. San was… looking at you like you were that last piece of cake that he wished to eat. 

“You gave some pleasure to San. And I already took my pleasure from San, so…” Seonghwa’s free hand smoothes over your hair before he grips it hard. “Time for you to get some.”

“Seonghwa,” You whimper. 

Why does this happen every single fucking time? You are trying to preserve yourself and your friend group and Seonghwa somehow reaches into your body and yanks your spine out. Is this how San feels? Is this why he would lie down on a bed while Seonghwa tucks his hand under his hips and--

You struggle physically within the confines of Park Seonghwa but to no avail. Whether it’s because Seonghwa is completely capable of keeping you where he wants you or whether you truly do not want to leave those confines, is left to be said. 

“I’m not running away anymore, Lover, why are you?” Seonghwa says.

This knee jerk reaction, this pull, this inertial tug that makes you want to submit for Seonghwa, is fucking terrifying. You lose yourself for a moment, an hour, a century. That’s what makes you want to run. You’re not sure how to deal with it, even though it promises a good thing. Potentially. Probably.

“When I first saw you and San. It felt like I was watching a car crash,” you expose your soul to the air at Seonghwa’s prompting.

San sputters into laughter, taken surprised by your blunt confession. “A car crash?”

“You’re afraid, aren’t you?” Seonghwa calls you out immediately.

You nod in his tight grip. What else was there left to hide now?

“I take good care of San, I’ll take good care of you,” Seonghwa says. 

“We will take good care of each other,” San adds. 

“But our lover doesn't want us to be gentle, does she, Sannie?”

You hear San’s loud gulp. “No.”

“No,” Seonghwa repeats. “She likes to be treated like she’s been bad, doesn’t she?”

San’s fingers skim over Seonghwa’s and take their place pinning you down. You don’t fight it. Instead, you’re looking into Seonghwa’s eyes. You’re trembling, waiting, anticipating his next move.

Seonghwa’s free hand, the one that wasn’t keeping your head in a fierce grip and straining your neck, hovered over your body. It avoided your neck, your breasts, your stomach and then remained stationary over your cunt. One second you were counting the beats of your heart in your ears, and the next, your back strained as Seonghwa slapped your cunt.

San’s sharp intake of breath let you know he liked what he saw. In fact, he whispers, “Do that again, Hyung.”

The next slap urges a moan from your lips and your ass lifts off the bed in reaction. San closes his other hand over your mouth. “Shhh, you don’t want to get caught, do you?”

You look from San to Seonghwa. If you had known that trying to squish that niggling suspicion that Seonghwa and San were up to something would have gotten you here… would you still have followed them down Yunho’s hallway?

Seonghwa rewards your inner thoughts by slapping your cunt once again. “Get. Out. Of. Your. Head.” By the time he’s done with his sentence, your pussy is throbbing and you’re panting with need. 

“How wet is she?” San asks, making your face heat up with embarrassment.

You squirm but nothing can halt Seonghwa's lithe fingers as they push down the front of the pants Mingi had given you, circumvent the waistband of your underwear and dip between your folds. The absolutely diabolical grin he gets when the pad of his finger meets the slickness there makes you whine.

“Someone likes getting her pussy slapped.”

You turn your head stubbornly. “Fuck off,” You say weakly.

San's eyebrows raise into his fringe and he shoots a nervous look at Seonghwa. Clearly he doesn't fight the elder, by that reaction.

Seonghwa’s testing finger slips into your wet hole and he wiggles there. “Say that again, Lover,” he purrs dangerously. “I dare you.”

“Fuck you and the man you fuck,” You annunciated clearly and concisely.

“Oh that's it.” Seonghwa has that mean glint in his eyes, the condescending one that can mean two things at the same time: one, you're about to get exactly what you want, and two, you're going to regret it. “It’s time to show who owns this body now, San.”

San gulps loudly. “Yes, Hyung.”

You fight like a hissing cat, to the point where San has to pin your arms down with his knees to keep you restrained. It also gives him completely free access to palm your tits, preferably with Mingi’s huge shirt pooling up along your collarbones. He's greedy for them, hands massaging them, alternating between teasing your pebbles nipples or avoiding them just to get a needy whine from you.

Seonghwa is busy with your lower half. With your legs kicking, he's barely been able to pull Mingi’s pants and your underwear down far, but he gets far enough. Right now, the tip of his tongue is circling your clit, his dark eyes on your face to drink in any falter in breath or furrow of your brow.

“Let go of me,” You say faintly.

San ignores your demand completely. “Do you think you could make her come with those pussy slaps?”

Seonghwa lifts his head and his eyebrow at San. “Do I make you come by slamming into your tight little hole?”

San colors at the sentence. “ ‘course you do, Hyung,” he pouts.

“I don't want to come,” You decline. “We can forget this ever happened. I can forget I ever saw you two. This can be our little secret.”

Seonghwa smirks, only one corner of his lip quirking upwards. “Now my tongue in your cunt and San’s hands on your tits is our little secret.”

“I want a taste!” San whines again, pushing his luck with a deeper pout. “Please, Hyung, I've been good. Haven't I been good?”

You all freeze, like an erotic Renaissance painting, as Mingi clearly drops something in the kitchen and curses loudly. 

“There's no time, San!” Seonghwa hisses. 

Seonghwa’s skilled tongue flicks your nub again and again and again as San tugs on your nipples and you come undone by their touches. Your body strains against their bigger bodies, your orgasm hitting you like a two ton truck. You bite down on your lower lip and your throat hurts from the way you have to suppress your groan. You let out a tiny ‘fuck’ as your body finally relaxes from you orgasm from hell.

Your eyes open quickly, having closed them when your orgasm hit, when Seonghwa does his favorite thing which seems to be gripping your jaw roughly so you pay attention to him and only him.

“Sealed with cum and spit,” he croons at you. “You will come when you're called.” The double entendre causes you to shiver.

“We'll take care of you,” San repeats for the umpteenth time, like this time it'll finally settle the anxiety in your stomach.

Seonghwa must read the anxiety in your eyes because he makes an offhanded comment about fucking you next time with new pretty trinkets in your hair. Then he pops off the bed and yanks the door open.

“Just don't touch my fucking display case with your grimy paws,” Seonghwa barks blithely and slams the door.

San leans back on his heels and releases your arms. Those ‘grimy paws’ massaged your arms. “He's just doing that to cover for us.”

You sit up, pulling down your sweater and Mingi’s shirt. “I get that.”

San tilts his head. “You liked that, right?”

You cannot look San in the eyes right now but you nod slightly. “Of course.”

San wraps you in a hug, one that makes all the air in your lungs disappear. “Good. Because I liked your mouth on my--”

“Please! San!” You choke out in protest. 

San lets out a high pitch giggle, then rubs his cheeks against the crown of your head. “Now be a good girl and Seonghwa won't feel the need to punish you.”

You push at San’s biceps. “That's not going to happen.”

San holds you by your upper arms and pushes you away until he can meet your eyes. “But you are going to come when we call, right?”

“I already caught on when it was only the two of you. Don't you think adding me will only up the ante?”  

San releases you, reaching for a tank top to put on. “Isn’t that part of the fun? I'm going to go work out. Leave whenever you want. Mingi would probably love it if you hung out.” San frowns, realizing you're still in clearly the wrong friend's clothes. “Also put something of mine on. Everyone does think I'm your favorite after all.”

Yeosang pulls the hood of his cape over his head more securely. He glances at the sandstone building, but that was the only part of it that was nondescript. The large neon sign that proclaimed it was a brothel was gaudy enough. 

The Jedi Knight’s lips tighten in determination. His mission this evening, in the light of a tiny crescent double moon, was to retrieve a civilian from the brothel. They had been kidnapped and sold into slavery. As a woman, an easy way for her to pay for her cost was to put her on her back and work for it. The true problem lay in the fact that said person was tied to his future in some way. All he knows from the brief echo the force has gifted him with is that you need to be removed from the brothel for him to fulfill his destiny. 

But Yeosang isn’t about to enter the front door and announce his presence. With a small smirk, a quirk of his lips really, he bends his knees and Force Jumps to a third floor cullis. His hands grasp the metalwork and hauls himself through the open window. 

Yeosang had acquired the information from a Rodian earlier by using the Force that this was your room. He knows he’s proven right when the Force whispers into his mind. His eyes quickly adjust to the darkness of your room and find your form.

At first Yeosang believes that you’re slumbering but when he leans over the bed you're lounging in, he realizes you’re simply in a state of drugged out. Yeosang sighs sympathetically. He’s not sure if it's a blessing that you’re barely aware of your surroundings. It was typical that the Pyke’s give their whores enough Spice to allow them to be pliant for their paying clientele. 

Yeosang views the lovebites and bruises on your body. You’ve certainly been used in this scenario. Yeosang hovers his hand over your forehead and focuses on your inner thoughts. They’re disjumbled and he has to pinpoint his inner peace to maintain his sanity. Luckily, he gets you lucid enough so that you can understand the situation.

“I’m here to rescue you,” Yeosang's deep voice rumbles from his chest.

Your eyes widen at your moment of clarity. “What?”

Yeosang licks his lips. “There is no time. I am a Jedi Knight. I need you to follow my every command.” His eyes steel straight into yours with determination. “I will get you out of here tonight.”

All you can do is nod, biting down on your lip. His sideprofile is lit up by the sliver of moonlight. You believe this is a dream your subconscious has cooked up. Because how could a Jedi be that beautiful and be sent here to save your sorry ass?

A Pyke guard bumbles into the room. “Who are you? This whore isn’t slated for any client right now.”

Yeosang waves his hand. “I have paid for the entire night with this client.”

The Pyke guard frowns. He pulls out a pad and double checks. “No, this one is slated to be downstairs entertainment at this hour.”

Yeosang’s face remained calm. The Pykes had been trained to resist Jedi Mind Tricks. This was about to make his mission infinitely harder. He smiles sweetly. “Of course. I just wanted a sneak peak at what I was enjoying this evening,” he says smoothly. 

The Pyke guard doesn’t look convinced. “I’ll be escorting her downstairs then…” He scoots around Yeosang. He grips your arm tightly and shakes you. “Come, slave, it’s time for you to make some money.”

You sway in his hold. Yeosang remains calm but he does not appreciate the way you’re treated like an object. He follows the guard down to the ground floor of the brothel. There is a seat elevated at the back of the room, fit for a king. A Pyke is sitting there already. He must be the leader he had been debriefed about. 

“Who is this?” The Pyke leader demands.

“I found him in her room,” The guard reveals. He throws your body onto the raised platform in the middle of the room.

The Pyke leader narrows his eyes at Yeosang. “What is your purpose here?”

“It’s a brothel, isn’t it?” Yeosang replies evenly. “I believe my purpose is self-evident.”

“You’re not like the regular locals,” The leader persists. His eyes rake over Yeosang’s dressing. “In fact, you appear like a Jedi.”

Yeosang bent his neck in deference. “Indeed, I am not a local. But I am no Jedi. Would a Jedi visit a brothel? Surely they are trained that passion is not a virtue as Jedi.”

The Jedi Knight watches as the gears in the Pyke Leader’s head turn and turn. He’s formulating a plan to test the Jedi. Yeosang knows not to underestimate this particular leader. There was a reason why he was one of the best at smuggling Spice through the galaxy. 

“Prove it. Fuck the girl.”

Yeosang’s feet move towards his mission’s objective. It behooves his mission to convince the Pyke leader that he is just a foreigner looking for some relief after some deep space travelling. “If you’re offering her up, why not?”

The guard moves to swat Yeosang for his cheeky words but the leader holds up his hand. “I’ll allow it. If he’s a Jedi, he shouldn’t be swayed by a soft body and wet cunt.”

Yeosang loosens his hold on his discipline of his body. You moan softly on the dias, turning slightly, as if every shift of your scant clothing is stimulation. You are a temptation that typically wouldn’t rouse Yeosang but his body stirs at the sight of you, pliant and willing. 

The small amount of clarity that Yeosang had gifted you allowed you to be more aware of your surroundings but it did nothing for the way the drug kept you wet and turned on. You hear the Pyke Leader commanding the Jedi to fuck you and it had caused you to moan. He was a statue that came to life.

You push your upper body to a sitting position and crawl across the dais to meet Yeosang as he steps onto it. You tip your head back to look up at the Jedi and you moan softly again. His body is carved into perfection. The way his hair is lifted off his beautiful features makes your heart skip a beat. His eyes are brown and soulful. 

Yeosang looks down at you with dispassionate eyes. His hand gently grips your hair, guiding you towards his cock. “Get me hard and wet, slave. Do your job.”

Your mouth practically salivates at the thought of him in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. You’re not sure if it’s the Spice talking or if it’s your own libido, but it’s much better than the slim, three fingered Pykes fucking you from behind like animals. 

“She drips on the dias,” The Pyke leader muses.

There is indeed a puddle under your pussy. But you have no shame in this moment, only eyes for the Jedi with the thick cock pressing up against his baggy pants. 

“That’s because she recognizes who her true master is,” Yeosang says without a drip of malice. He’s cold, so cold. It only makes you drip even more.

You quickly pull his pants down to his thighs and engulf his length into your mouth. bob up and down, struggling a little with his girth, but doing your best. Drool pools past the corners of your mouth, as you cough and gag. It’s a messing blow job at best but Yeosang is twitching against your tongue, so you take that as a sign that you’re doing well. 

The Pyke leader seems to get bored easily. “Do you only deign to defile her mouth?”

Yeosang continues to fuck your mouth as his eyes bore into the Pyke. “Do you simply rut inside of her? Are you even able to fill her up? Do you not know how to enjoy a whore?”

The Pyke raises his head stubbornly. His mask hides whatever derision he feels but his voice doesn’t. “Continue.”

Yeosang pulls out of your mouth and you let out a whine. You wanted to feel his hot seed as he came down your throat. Stupid Pykes.

Yeosang plays a thumb over your cheekbone, brushing tears you hadn't realized you had shed while you sucked him. “Be a good girl for me,” Yeosang says, low enough for your ears only. “And when this is all over, we’ll get out of here none the worse for wear.”

You nod, eager to say yes to anything the handsome Jedi tells you. You know he’s here to pull you out of this hell but all your spice-addled mind can think about is those muscles being used on you. 

Yeosang maneuvers you to your back, bending you in half. His large hands press on the back of your thighs to keep you in place. His cock is in his other hand, prodding your wet folds. “Forgive me but this must be as real as possible. Do not let this taint your thoughts of the Jedi.”

You frown in confusion for only a moment before Yeosang grunts as your cunt clenches around him. Then, he’s proving to the Pyke’s that the only reason he’s here is to fuck you within an inch of your life. 

The moan you let out as Yeosang’s cock digs deep into your cunt echoes throughout the room. His sharp but accurate thrusts have you moving your hips upwards, seeking out the pleasure he was doling out. Being bent in half allowed Yeosang’s cock to reach places inside of you that had never been stroked. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” Yeosang whispers, a slight strain on his voice. 

The way his hips are working against your ass is almost as much of a delight as the way his muscles strain above you, as he holds his honed body aloft of you. It’s a pleasure to watch his his muscles bulge and release as he fucks you.

Your hands move to grip his biceps but Yeosang doesn’t allow that. He grabs both of your hands with one hand and pins them above your head. It brings his head closer to you, lips so achingly close. 

But one doesn’t kiss the pleasure slave one is fucking. Especially a Jedi Knight.

The sweet denial only adds to the moment. You clench down hard around Yeosang once again. You whimper as he stirs pleasure deep inside of you. You open your mouth but all that manages to come out is a cry of pleasure.

“Once I fill you up, this will be all over,” Yeosang promises.

You press your lips together and nod. Yeosang had no idea but there was no way that you could live the rest of your life not making it up to him that he had saved you. And showed you pleasure beyond your scope of imagination. 

Yeosang changes his angle, somehow fucking you deeper, and you lose all sense of self except for the feeling of him inside of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your pleasure begins to crest. 

“He’s fucking her dumb,” someone whispers behind a hand. 

“Probably so desperate for any cunt he can acquire,” The Pyke leader dismisses. “Hurry up and unload your balls in her. She’s empty anyways.”

Your cries of pleasure echo throughout the room as Yeosang’s skin slaps against yours. You come and almost black out from the climax. You’re not even sure you’re breathing still. You feel like you’ve just died and gone to heaven. 

The show's not over yet, however. As your walls tighten around him, he grunts, scrunching up his nose and coming inside of you. It’s almost an animalistic snarl and you sigh in happiness. 

Yeosang pulls out and your legs descend shakily. He puts himself back behind the confines of his pants and adjusts his cloak to cover his body again. “What do I owe you for the whore?” He asks, his mask back up again. 

“Please,” The Pyke leader waves away Yeosang’s words. “You’ve provided entertainment for us all. You owe us nothing. Let us drink and enjoy the night, since you are not a Jedi like we suspected.”

You ache from the way that Yeosang has fucked you but you count your lucky stars regardless. All you can do is have faith that the Jedi will come through on his promise and save you from this hell hole.

The guard abandons his post and you’re left to lounge, forgotten by the night of drinking. The Pykes offer Spice as well. You watch as Yeosang manages to ditch the drink and drugs almost artistically and completely under the radar . Still, the Jedi acts as if he’s full of both, inebriated as the rest of the Pyke’s in the brothel.

Yeosang grunts and throws his thumb towards your form. “Let me pay for this one and a room. She was good. For a whore.”

The Pyke leader claps Yeosang’s back companionably. “Only the best for my new favorite client.”

Yeosang sweeps up your form easily in his arms and climbs the stairs back to your room. You throw your arms around the Jedi’s neck and snuggle to his well-formed chest. 

“Hold on tight,” He whispers to you. 

For as soon as he enters the room and closes the door, he’s striding towards your open window and launches himself from the third-story. You close your eyes tightly, trapping a shriek between your lips. You brace for pain but you never experience it. In fact, a breeze gently tugs at your hair and when you raise your head, you realize that Yeosang is jumping distances inhumanly possible across the rooftops. 

“You’re really saving me,” You say in awe of the Jedi who holds you in his arms.

Yeosang doesn’t look down at you, his eyes too busy scanning the rooftops, mind on the mission. Still, he responds to you. “Did you doubt me?”

“I doubted my situation,” You tell him.

“I will help you get the Spice out of your system. We’ll clean you up in no time and return you to…” His Adam’s Apple bobs, the only sign that he’s hesitant to say the next part. “...you will not be living a normal life.”

The Spice is still in your system, despite the fresh air. You giggle eagerly. “I don’t think it would be a normal life with you,” You say.