Summary:ย When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
Word count: 3.3K
The next few days, you barely saw Hongjoong. He told you that there was a lot of work that needed his attention so he would be out for most of the day. You didn't interfere, busying yourself with matters of the shop. You were grateful you still saw him at dinners.
But he seems tired, physically, mentally and emotionally. When you spoke to him, it felt like he wasn't really there. You understood, work could be busy.
"You called?" You poked your head into his office. Hongjoong, whose head was in his hands, sat up and smiled tiredly at you.
"Hi, my love." He greeted.
Just seeing you, he felt all the stress and fatigue just melt away. He beckoned you over until you stood before him, between his legs. Hongjoong's arms wrapped around your waist.
"Bad day?" You asked, patted his head as he leaned his head against your abdomen.
"Not anymore, now that you're here." He murmured.
"You've been busy, working hard. You should take a break." You told him.
"I would love to but I want to finish all this before our trip. So that I can give my 110% to you. I'm sorry I've been so absent, we only see each other at dinner. I hate that." He squeezed your waist.
"Don't worry, Joong. We can always move the trip..." You said. Hongjoong was quiet and let out a soft sigh.
"I really don't want to. It's my first time taking you overseas, where it'll just be the 2 of us..." He confessed.
"I know but it can't be helped. We can go anytime." You chuckled. Hongjoong let go of you, a soft smile on his face as he stood up. His hand came up to cup your cheek before he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. Meeting his eyes, you knew that there was just so much in his eyes.
"You can tell me anything. Don't shoulder all the burden yourself." You whispered, squeezing his hand. In whatever way you could, you wanted to help him. He stroked your head.
"Let's sit down." He nodded over to the couch. You pulled him with you, sitting next to him on the couch.
"Could I ask you for a favour? It might be a big ask, it'll be hard on both of us." He asked. You didn't know what to say, all you could do was nod.
"One of the reasons why I haven't been home... Is that I've been trying to clear my mother's house..." He revealed. You just stared at him. Mrs Kim was still a touchy topic between the two of you.
"What do you need from me then?" You asked in a soft voice.
"Would you like to help me go through the rest of her stuff? Because I have not been productive." He asked.
"I-I shouldn't. I-I have no right to do that. You're her s-son. I'm nobody." You shook your head.
"Don't say that. You weren't nobody to my mother... To be honest, I wanted to just throw everything away but I knew it wouldn't be fair to you. You probably knew her better than I did." He shrugged.
"B-But..."
"You don't have to do it, I know it can hard. But I thought that I should ask you rather than assume and decide for you." He said. Hongjoong watched the way your eyes shifted, you were stuck in a dilemma, fighting against your own emotions. But he didn't rush you.
"I'll do it. Thank you for letting me do this. Do you want to be there or..." You cleared your throat.
"I think it's be best for you to do it alone. I'll have the boys ferry you there and back, help you with carrying things..." He said and you nodded your head.
"But if you want me there, I will be there in a heartbeat." He added.
"I'll manage. Don't worry." You shook your head. Hongjoong hummed and you hugged him, your head pressed against his chest.
"Can I ask, why are you suddenly clearing her house? Are you going to sell it?" You asked.
"No, the property is mine so you can take however long you need to go through it. I just... Don't want it left like that. Who knows, we may eventually need that apartment." He replied.
To be honest, Hongjoong just wanted to get rid of anything that remotely reminds him of his mother but he knew he couldn't tell you that.
"I understand." You hummed.
"LOVEBIRDS! DINNER!" Wooyoung's loud voice and incessant knocking broke the silence between the two of you. Hongjoong shook his head with a sigh while you giggled.
"I swear, Jung Wooyoung will forever be the noisiest person in this house." He clicked his tongue and stood up. Even if Hongjoong grumbles about the others, you knew that he wasn't actually annoyed. He wouldn't have them any other way, they were his family that he built and treasured dearly.
"Let's go." He held your hand and headed down to the dining room with you. The others were all seated already.
"Are you really not going to switch to sit next to me?" Hongjoong asked with a sigh when you were going to let go of his hand to sit at your regular seat.
"There's no need. We're still in the same room, at the same table." You told him.
"True." Seonghwa replied, sipping his wine. He was more than happy to move to let you sit but you always told him not to.
"Shut up, Hwa." Hongjoong groaned but let you go.
"(y/n)!" Mingi and San stood up, suddenly engulfing you in big bear hugs. You blinked in confusion as you were squished between them but laughed at their affection.
"Hyung..." Yeosang spoke cautiously when he saw Hongjoong's eye twitch and jaw clench.
"Alright, alright. Settle down." Seonghwa said. Mingi and San broke apart, letting you go. You went to take your seat.
"How was your day?" You chatted with Jongho about what he was up to today. And in the same manner, you shared with him about how your plants were doing.
"Oh! I wanted to tell you, Mingi. The hydrangeas have all changed colour, according to the soils we adjusted." You said. The other day, you invited Mingi to help you with adjusting the pH of the soils for the hydrangeas, he was super excited to make them pink.
"Really?!" Mingi beamed with excitement.
"Yeah, especially the ones that you did. They're a really pretty pink." You said as the butler put the tray of food in front of you.
"Okay, you have to show me later." Mingi said and you nodded, digging into your food.
"You can change the colour of flowers with the soils?" San asked, covering his mouth as he chewed. You hummed and explained to him about the pH of soil, like you explained to Mingi before.
"Hyung, are you coming to the ring tonight?" Wooyoung asked Hongjoong.
"Not tonight. I wanna spend time with my girl." Hongjoong said, smiling over at you, who was laughing at something Yunho said.
"I told her..." Hongjoong said to Seonghwa in a lower voice. Seonghwa nodded with a hum, sipping his wine as he waited for Hongjoong to explain more.
"I told her that she's free to do whatever she wants. I won't interfere unless she wants me to. It's better that way." Hongjoong spoke.
"That's good. I think it'll be better. I will escort her to and from the place when I can." Seonghwa hummed.
"Thanks, Hwa." Hongjoong let out a sigh of relief.
After dinner, despite it being dark, Mingi and San dragged you out to the garden, with Yeosang curiously following along. With flashlights in hand, you showed them the hydrangeas that you and Mingi planted. Hongjoong watched from the door to the backyard, a small scowl on his face as he watched you.
"San ah! We have to go for the match! Let's go already!" Wooyoung yelled from beside Hongjoong, making him wince and slap the younger male on the shoulder.
"Okay, that's it. You too, love." Hongjoong said, coming over and holding your hand to take you away from Mingi.
"Why are you jealous?" You giggled, letting him drag you.
"It's late and I didn't stay home just to watch you in the garden with Mingi." He said as he continued to pull you along. Mingi stood there in the dark, alone, scratching his head in confusion.
"Why are you just standing there? Wanna game, Mingi ah?" Yunho called out. At that, Mingi quickly ran over.
"It feels like forever since I've had some alone time with you." Hongjoong said, backing you against the closed bedroom door.
"We've both been busy." You said, reaching up to cup his cheek. Hongjoong immediately leaned into your touch like a cat, turning his head slightly to kiss your palm.
"You sure you will be okay?" He suddenly asked.
"Mmm, don't worry. If it's too much, I'll stop." You promised, knowing hat he was referring to.
"Alright. Seonghwa said he'll take you when he can. He can be more level headed about this, more than me at least." He shot you a lopsided grin. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck while his hands moved to your waist.
"We'll be okay." He pressed his forehead against yours, but you could see the worry and uncertainty swimming in his eyes. All you could do was comfort him.
"Of course, we will be." You nodded.
When you woke up, Hongjoong was still sound asleep beside you. You smiled softly, looking at the small pout on his face.
"I'll see you later." You leaned down to give him a kiss before moving to get out of bed. But Hongjoong's hand suddenly shot out to grasp your wrist, making you gasp.
"You can't just give me a peck and leave." His voice was raspy, laced with sleep.
"You should sleep more if you can." You told him, fingers coming to brush his fringe slightly.
"I won't sleep without you here." He said, eyes still closed.
"Well, I have to get up. There are some orders pick ups this morning before I have to go to the house." You told him and looked at your phone to check the time.
With this arrangement of clearing Hongjoong's mother's house, you decided to put out a notice that the shop will temporarily only be opened for half a day and customers can pick up their orders in the morning.
"Okay, okay. One more kiss. Then I'll let you go." Hongjoong negotiated. You jokingly let out an exasperated sigh and leaned over to give him another kiss. But you should have known, Hongjoong's hands came up to cup your face, holding you there so he could prolong the kiss with you. You slapped his shoulder when you ran out for air.
"Cheater." You stuck your tongue out at him.
"You love it." Hongjoong winked. You rolled your eyes and went to the bathroom to get ready.
"Ah!" You yelped when you opened the bathroom door and Hongjoong was right there, leaning against the door frame. He had a smirk on his face and his hair was a mess.
"I wonder if all the men who fear you know this is you at home." You chuckled, reaching out to tame his bedhead.
"Only you know me like this." He said, patting your head with a soft smile.
"I am going to be late, I should try to get some breakfast on the go. I'll see you later." You reached up to kiss his cheek and grabbed your things before running downstairs.
"Here. Hongjoong hyung texted me 20 minutes ago to make your breakfast on the go." Wooyoung said, giving you a wrapped sandwich.
"You made this?" You asked, holding the warm sandwich.
"Of course. I think I'm one of the only ones here that can make something edible in the kitchen. Have a good day at work." Wooyoung said, patting your hip and going to the dining room.
"Have a nice day!" He shouted out.
"Good morning! Sorry I'm late!" You apologised to the driver, who was waiting for you with a smile on his face. He bowed to you while you bowed back apologetically before sliding into the backseat. You unwrapped your sandwich to eat.
It was tasty and warm. As you chewed, you looked at the sandwich. A part of you was still getting used to living with other people. You were always alone, you did everything yourself for yourself.
"(y/n) sshi, I was informed that Mr Park will be escorting you to go to Mr Kim's late mother's house?" The driver asked.
"Yeah, Hongjoong said Seonghwa would come if he has the time to..." You hummed.
"Understood. I will be on standby if he is called away." He replied.
"I can take a bus or a cab." You giggled. He chuckled but shook his head, you knew all of them had strict instructions from Hongjoong and they wouldn't defy him.
"Have a nice day, (y/n) sshi." The driver bowed after opening the door for you. You bowed your head back.
"(y/n)!" Your friends ran over, having seen you emerge from the car. You hugged them tightly.
"You've been missing!" Nana slapped your arm as you unlocked your shop door to enter, the two of them trailing behind you. You turned the lights on and placed your bag in the back room.
"I've been here, just focusing more on pick ups and online orders." You giggled.
"You've been closing early though! Is Hongjoong keeping you busy?" Eve asked with a teasing smile. You rolled your eyes playfully, to be honest, you have also been doing flower arrangements for private events, which was another reason why you weren't really there at the shop front most of the times.
"I've been helping him with his... business." You lied to them, rubbing the back of your neck. You took your apron off the hook and tied it around your waist.
"Ah, that's nice. You should be spending more time with him." Eve shrugged, sitting at the work bench.
"Have you spoken to the boys?" Nana asked. At that, you stiffened slightly, remembering your interactions with Jihoon at the tracks.
"Kind of... Hyunwoo still drops by when he needs some peace and quiet despite owning the gym and having his own private office." You said, trying to avoid the topic of Jihoon.
"What about Jihoon? We haven't heard from him much..."
"I'm not sure..." You said, clearing your throat and turning to your fridge. You missed the concerned looks that Eve and Nana shot each other.
"What's wrong, (y/n)? Did something happen with Jihoon?" Eve approached the topic gently. You let out a soft sigh, contemplating telling them what happened.
"To be honest, I'm not sure what happened either." Was all you could say, a dejected look on your face.
"What do you mean?" Nana blinked. You told them what happened in Jihoon's shop and at the tracks, as you wrapped your bouquets.
"You guys look like you have something to tell me... Did Jihoon tell you anything or did you notice something happen? I just want to know if I did anything wrong." You asked with a worried frown, noticing the same look that they had on their faces.
"You didn't do anything wrong, (y/n)." Eve assured you.
"It's more... Jihoon's issue... I don't know, everything that we think is an assumption, he didn't speak to us. It would be better to talk to him and ask." Nana said.
"He doesn't even want to talk to me." You groaned, putting your finished bouquets in the fridge.
"Just give him some time. I'm sure it's nothing bad." Eve comforted. You knew they were hiding something but didn't want to push it.
Seeing you get busy, your friends bid you goodbye and went back to their shops, with Eve leaving you some bread to snack on. You prepared orders and replied to work messages.
"Thank you. Have a nice day." You smiled and bowed as the customer held the bouquet, leaving the shop.
"Alright, what's next?" There was only one pick up left. While waiting for the customer, you went to check on your herbalist shelf.
"Eucalyptus, peppermint, rosemary, lavender and... tea tree." You checked your book and gathered the things that you needed from your ingredients area.
"Hi. I'm here to pick up my order?" Someone came in. You abandoned your side project and went to greet the customer.
"Actually on second thought, could I add a card?" She requested. You let her choose from your box of blank cards before handing her a pen. Of course, you gave her privacy and looked at your computer while she wrote her message down. Once she was done, you attached the note to a small plastic holder.
"Here you go." You smiled and handed the bouquet over for her to hold. She looked at the bouquet and tilted her head before turning to you with a conflicted look on her face.
"Should I remove the card?" She asked. Now, it was your turn for you to be confused.
"I'm meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time... These are for his mother." She explained, slightly awkward.
"I would go without then. I didn't see what you wrote but I believe that you should save the messages and well wishes for face to face conversations." You encouraged her with a small smile.
"You're right." She giggled. You reached over to remove the card and plastic holder.
"Here, just in case." You winked, handing her the card that she wrote.
"Don't worry and just be yourself, I'm sure you'll do great. All the best." You said as you walked her out, pumping an encouraging fist. She sent you a nervous smile.
"Thank you." She bowed her head and went on her way. You went back into the shop and closed for the day.
"Let's finish this up." You went back to finishing what you were doing earlier.
"(y/n)? Are you here? It's Seonghwa!" You heard Seonghwa's voice from the back door. You called out to him and he walked in, his hands tucked into the pockets of his coat. If someone saw Seonghwa walk in like that, they would think that he owns the building.
"What are you doing?" He leaned in to take a whiff of what you were working on, watching you pop the discs out of the moulds.
"Wooyoung said that his sinuses have been acting up in the morning and it bothers him quite a bit. So I made him shower melts to use, they should clear his sinuses and ease his discomfort." You explained.
"Could I have some to try too?" He smiled.
"Of course. You just put them on the shower ground and run warm water over it." You chuckled.
"Sounds easy enough." He said, sitting down. Since you didn't want him to wait for too long, you packed the shower melts and started to clear up to leave.
"What are you feeling?" Seonghwa asked as he watched you clear all the flower scraps and trimmings into the bin.
"I... I don't know what to expect. It's a big ask... Not that I can't do it but I wasn't expecting it." You confessed.
"Hongjoong trusts you." Was all he could say.
"But he's Mrs Kim's actual son. I... I shouldn't have a say as to what he does with her things." You said softly with a sigh. Seonghwa let out a hum, he knew what you meant and understood your feelings.
"If you really feel that way, speak to him. I'm sure he will understand too. But I think you should go at least once and see the things, just in case you see something that may be important to you to keep... Hongjoong may just get a clean up crew and ask them to throw everything there." Seonghwa advised.
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genre(s) -> smut, fluff, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au
paring(s) -> yunho ( centric ) x reader
warning(s) -> smut, mdni. 18+, size difference, wet dreams, biting / marking, knotting, etc.
words -> 1.5k
abstract -> its hard living with hybrids who constantly fuel your dirty thoughts ~
yunhoโs perspective
โMore please Yunho!โ she moaned under meโฆ why was she so addictingโฆ so sweet so perfect.ย
Nothing would beat this imageโฆ of her flushed cheeks, teary eyes, hands gripping me tightly, and not mention me stretching herโ
โYUNHO!โ I suddenly woke upโฆ a dream it was nothing more but a dream.
This was not really the view I wanted to be waking up toโฆ Seonghwa glaring at me. โYou were moaning in your sleepโ he muttered and I sighedโฆ All I could do was apologize.ย
โYouโre heading into heatโ he also said, stating the obvious. Dog hybrids were known to not go into heat pretty often as compared to other domestic hybrids like cats or bunnies.ย
โYou also moaned her name outโ he stated and I couldn't help but feel my face get hotter with each thing heโs telling me. Being woken up from a wet dream with a girl who wasnโt even yours is embarrassing.ย
โJustโฆ go take a cold shower, ill tell her youโre in your pre heat symptomsโ he said while leaving me in our room. Fuck that was embarrasingโฆ but I also couldnโt getout the images in my head.
Maybe I do need a cold shower.ย
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After I went out of the room to get here, Mingi immediately came in front of me and pointed out the same obvious fact that Seonghwa saidโฆ. โYouโll go into heat soonโ Mingi said and I whined. The only difference is I couldnโtย cover my face with my sheets.ย
โYou should askโโ โSheโs your mateโ I cut him off before he reminded me of this morningโs dream and he chuckled. โSo? The others are as wellโฆ I wouldnโt mind sharing her with you especiallyโ he confessed and just the thought made me hard.ย
โMingi just let meโฆ handle it on my own, don't put images in my headโ I begged and he chuckled. โFine, but if you want some prep before her I could tell you what she likes~โ he said as he shrugged and left. I hate him at times.
Besides I already know a few things from hearing her whines and moans from the others. Despite them not being in heat often they were often trying to mark her up.
Out of all of the hybrids hereโฆ there was me, San, and Hongjong who probably had the better senses. Hearing was something we were all good at whilst San was obviously the best in trackingโฆ I like to think I'm not that far behind his ability to smell through hybrid scent pills.ย
โYunhoโ I heard and I hate how all I could remember was my dream. โYes?โ I asked with a soft smile. I hate how just looking at her makes my body reactโฆ โMingi told me you were in heatโ she said worriedly and I had to stop myself from scoffing. Why was Mingi suddenly snitching on me?
Of all people tooโฆ
โIll be okay, just lock me in a roomโโ why was she looking up at me with those eyesโฆ โand i-ill be fineโ I said but she didn't seem convinced as she sighed.ย
โHe also told me about me helping youโฆโ she said and I couldnโt help but groanโฆ why was he doing this to me?! โI wouldnโt mindโ she added andย couldnโt understand how she could say it so doe-eyed and innocently like it was a small thing. โThis isnโt some small IOUโฆ this isโโ โI think San called it like marriage for hybrids?โ she asked and I laughed โI guess you could say thatโฆ I would like to think it's a little more than thatโ I said and her eyes filled with confusion.ย
โHumans arenโt really monogamous creaturesโฆ while hybrids are strangeโ I said and she hummed. โWe can have different heat partners but once we mate with who our body thinks is ours, instincts take overโ I muttered and she nodded. โDo you not want toโโ "It's not that! I wouldโฆ love to. It's something I couldnโt get enough of but you need to talk to the others about itโ I said and she smiled.ย
โI haveโฆ Seonghwa also mentioned youโve been having dreamsโโ this bastardโฆ โโhe also said to just rip the bandage for you since youโre making everyoneโs hormones crazyโ she laughed. They were all really strangeโฆ but who was I to turn back the opportunity displayed on a silver platter.ย
So I kissed her.ย
no one's perspective
โWas this what you wanted?โ Yunho askedโฆ You couldnโt help but be still. He was a big hybridโฆ bigger than Mingi. Sometimes you don't think about just how much these hybrids have been affected by genetics. Yunho, though, was the tallest and, not to mention, strong.ย
So when he lifted you up with ease and into his room, you didnโt get a chance to think before he spoke.ย
โYou might not be doing it on purpose but your scent, your voice, fuck everything is overwhelminmgโ Yunho whined as his grip on you thighs got tighter.ย
โIโฆ just want to ruin you.โ he admitted and you couldn't help but widen your eyes not in fear but in shock. Causing Yunho to groanโฆ you looked just like his dream. Wide-eyed and on him. Your bodyโs heat makes him all over just horny.ย
โLast chance sweetheartโ he whined as he put you down silently begging you not to run away and you smiled softly. Reassuring him and he couldn't help but kiss you first. These dreams have been haunting him throughout the year since the first time he saw you. Heat flashes with images of who he would spend his heat with. Youโฆ have always been a dream to him.ย
A fantasyโฆ Everything was a growing fantasy.ย
So much that he couldnโt help but start wandering down your body with his hands. His hands covered a lot too. You didnโt even notice you were moving until your feet hit something and Yunho pushed you down to his bed.ย
Everything after that wasโฆ desperate.
Yunho with his mind flooding about his non-stop dreams and wondering if what he imagined was close to what he was desperate for. While you, squirming and whining at his grip. His hands kept you still as he kissed your neck and made it to your chest.ย
He whined before looking up at you asking for permission which you nod and he would make Yeosang mad with how he ruined your clothes but at the moment no one else matters but you.ย
And you couldnโt help but squirm under his touch with very little movement. His hands covered a lot of you and held you in place. The mere attempt made him chuckle as he kissed your neck down to your chest.ย
Everything was hazy and clothes were off before you two realized. Until he made it to your centerโฆ he kissed your clit through your panties making you whine. โI need your words my darling girlโ he said and you couldnโt help but feel drunk on his touch. Looking at the golden haired hybrid in between your legsโฆย
โI can handle itโ you muttered but Yunho wasn't too sure of it.
Sure you had two other hybrids but their size difference wasโฆ different. Mingi warned him of how much it took for him to bottom out let alone knot you but nowโฆ he would experience it himself.ย
โIโll have to stretch you out firstโ he said as he took off the last remaining fabric from your body and toyed with you. His fingersโฆ were somehow longer than Mingiโs and you couldnโt help but cum easily from it.ย
โYouโre okay, can you handle more?โ he asked, waiting for your body to stop shaking as he kissed you sweetly. You whine before letting out a shaky โyeahโ
He chuckled before lining himself up with you. Mingiโฆ was already a challenge but him?
He stretched you open and the familiar burning sensation added to the blurry pleasure butโฆ he was definitely longer than Mingi was. This was newโฆ and if he was already borderline too big now, what about his knot?
Yunho was already shakingโฆ he wanted to cum so badly. The sight. The smell, You. Everything was intoxicatingโฆ but he rutted his hips to yours and everything became instinct.ย
The bulge on your abdomen visible and adding to his perverted mind.ย
โY-Yunho!โ you couldn't help but moan and while he was maybe the quietest of them he let out a groan and rolled his eyes. โIf you keep moaning out my name iโll just have to cum right nowโ he breathed out and it earned broken whimpers out of you.
Eventually you felt the familiar feeling you do from the caninesโฆ โAhh w-waitโโ you couldnโt help but prop yourself up to seeโฆ Yunho chuckled darklyโฆ โA little too late for that, youโre mine now. Even if I do have to shareโ he muttered with his head back.ย
You couldnโt help but whimper and stare at him.ย
The hot cum splashing inside youโฆ claimed again.ย
He puts his gaze back on you with a dark smile as he leans to you for a kiss on your lips, then your cheek, then your neckโฆ only for him to bite you.ย
โAhh! Wasโฆ that necessary?โ you teased and he chuckledโฆย
โI almost want to bite you harder so it scarsโฆ and every other hybrid will know youโre claimedโ
โฝ๏ธ summary -> Only a few short weeks after signing a contract to become the new physical therapist for one of South Korea's top soccer clubs, their star player, San, crumbles with a serious knee injury. You're in charge of taking care of him through his recovery process, but San is not exactly the nicest patient to deal with. Suddenly, your life takes a new direction as you get to know the grumpy player and watch him bond with your son.
โฝ๏ธ pairing -> physical therapist! (f) reader x injured soccer player! San
โฝ๏ธ genre/au -> sports romance, single parent, smut, fluff, angst
โฝ๏ธ warnings/tags -> 18+ MINORS DNI, unprotected sex, secret romance (kind of), single parent/divorcee reader, san is such a good father figure, injury warnings, ACL tear, emotional distress with recovery, breeding kink, bathtub sex, voyeurism, longing, forced proximity
Prompt: Youโre best friends with (ATEEZ member) and are in need of a little no-strings loving; could he be the one to help with that?
Warning: Smut (obviously, hello)
A/n: This is gonna be a bunch of parts (one for each member) and I will be uploading in installments. Okay bye <3.
3.) Yunho
"You know what your problem is?" You ask, chomping loudly on your Hot Cheeto. He doesn't look at you, as he's too focused on his laptop screen, trying to find the land survey he had sent to his boss two weeks ago that his boss is only now inquiring about. "Mm?" He grunts, urging you to go on, though heโs only halfway listening. "The problem is that you don't put your foot down." "Put my foot down about what?" He furrows his brows. โAbout anything," You huff, crossing your legs as you sit next to him, "You let people get away with too much. And now look at you; on our Friday movie nightโwhich we've been planning for a month, mind youโ you're stuck in front of your computer because your boss thinks it's okay to pester you after hours." "Hey, if I want him to promote me, Iโm gonna have to let some things slide.โ
He's always been the more easy-going one in the friendship; any time someone crossed boundaries or talked to him crazy, he'd just shrug it off like it was no big deal. It would piss you off to no end. There was only one time you ever saw him get really really mad; it was your junior year of high school and everyone was kinda losing their shit (finals week, of course). You were studying at your desk and had your open water bottle next to you; a student walked by and accidentally bumped the table, which knocked your bottle over. Water got all over your desk mateโs practice test and on his pants. He immediately flew off the handle, yelling and cussing you out for being a โstupid bitch.โ
All it took was for Yunho to hear those words come out of his mouth, and in three long strides, Yunho was pulling you out of the way and punching your desk mate in the jaw. When you looked up at Yunhoโs face, he was bright red and absolutely seething with anger. Heโd have gone in for another punch, except you stepped in to stop him. Luckily, some students who saw the whole thing were able to get him out of troubleโ albeit, by embellishing a little. They said they saw your desk mate go in to punch you, but you knew it was just to get Yunho off the hook. You must admit, his easygoing nature was what made him pretty well-liked. Still, this is the adult world and you wish heโd just tell his boss to fuck off.
A few more minutes of silence, save for the sound of Yunho typing away on his keyboard, you shoot up from your seat, โIโm gonna go get us some food.โ โAlright. My keys are on the counter.โ The bastard doesnโt even spare a second glance, even though he almost never lets you drive his car. You know heโs only being cool about it because he wants you to stop bugging him while he tries to finish up what heโs doing. You grab the keys and twirl them around on your fingers, โYeahโฆIโm gonna go getโฆ.burgers. Yup. From that place across town,โ You narrow your eyes at him, wanting to gauge his reaction at the mention of you going across town alone so late at night. This burger spot youโre talking about, The Big Bun, is known for having the best burgers but the absolute worst reputation, as far as violence. The last time you and Yunho had gone, you saw a man pull a knife, trying to rob a customer, and a couple fully throwing punches at each other in the parking lot. Not to mention, all the drunks who love to catcall female patrons going in and out of the restaurant.
Yunho lifts his head, โWhy donโt you get pizza instead?โ โBecause I want burgers,โ You say stubbornly, crossing your arms. He looks at you for a brief moment, then returns to his computer, โFine. Knock yourself out.โ You furrow your brows, surprised at how easily he seems to be letting you go. โFine. I will.โ You go to Yunhoโs hall closet and grab one of his hoodies, quickly throwing it on and walking out the front door. That little asshole is really gonna let me go by myself, you huff as you slam the car door. You turn the key in the ignition and the car roars to life. You begin to scroll on your phone as you let the car heat up, when suddenly, the passenger side door opens, causing you to jump. Yunho slides in and closes the door behind you. It takes everything in you not to smile smugly, โWhat happened? Thought you werenโt coming.โ He rolls his eyes and buckles himself in, โHow are you even more childish in adulthood?โ
In truth, Yunho did, very briefly, consider letting you take on this adventure to that dangerous ass burger spot on your own, but his guilt immediately began gnawing at him. He couldnโt live with himself if something actually happened to you, so, begrudgingly, he slammed his laptop shut and came out to the car. Besides, he knew you wanted him to come anyway, which is the only reason you were lingering. He glances sideways at you as you begin driving. โYou have a bad habit of stealing my clothes.โ โItโs not stealing,โ You turn onto the main road, โitโsโฆborrowing. Weโre like sisters in that way.โ โYouโre insufferable.โ โSee, all this sass?โ You motion toward him, โshould be directed at your BOSS.โ
After about twenty minutes, you make it across town. Itโs nearly 9:30PM, and the burger joint still has a bit of a line. Yunho sighs at the sight, already dreading having to wait a million years in line for a burgerโ although, he knows as soon as he sinks his teeth into that burger, all this dread is straight out the window. โWhatcha gonna get?โ You ask as you both walk meet at the front of the car and start walking up to join the line. โWhat I always get: bacon cheeseburger w/ everything.โ โI think I might get that tooโฆwanna split some curly fries?โ You ask, grinning up at him. โAbsolutely not. You donโt know the meaning of the word split. You always eat all the fries.โ โCorrection: You let me eat all the fries. Be mad at yourself,โ You say, self-righteously walking ahead of him by just a few steps. He chuckles, having to admit youโre absolutely right.
He knows you think heโs too nice, and he wouldnโt necessarily disagreeโฆbut he also wouldnโt fully agree either. Itโs not that he canโt defend himself; in fact, heโs very capable of it. Before you and he met freshman year, he was actually always in trouble. He wasnโt raised in the best family, so everyone was always fighting: his parents with each other, his dad with him, his mom with himโ it got to a point where Yunho was known at school for being a hot head. But when high school came, heโd just decided that wasnโt him anymore, and when he met you? Someone who seemed to find it so easy to step in and defend him instead of beating him down like everyone else? You made it easy for him to be gentle againโฆor rather, for the first time.
But, of course, just like that time in high school when that asshole called you a stupid bitchโ Yunho knows when to turn it on.
The line is moving rather quickly, thankfully, and youโre finally two people away from being next to order when you hear the two guys behind you start to whisper something about you. You try to ignore it, telling yourself they might not even be talking about youโ that is, until one of them very blatantly says, โIโd hit.โ Your heart rate picks up, and you glance at Yunho who doesnโt seem to have heard, since heโs scrolling mindlessly on his phone while you wait. You try to ignore it again, but once more, the guy says, โShe looks like sheโd be a bitch but I can manage.โ Finally, you turn around and stare the fucker right in his face, stunning him slightly momentarily into silence. Yunho notices movement from your direction, and he looks over at you, only to see you staring at that guy. Immediately, he puts his phone down, his eyes going from you to him, assessing the situation.
โSay something else,โ You hiss, furrowing your brows at him. The guy looks over at his friend, suddenly realizing heโs letting a woman make him look like a punk, so he straightens up, โAnd what are you gonna do? I can say whatever the fuck I want.โ Thatโs all Yunho needs to hear to immediately step in. Of course, Yunhoโs as tall as a tree, and this guyโs head is barely at Yunhoโs shoulderโ but he doesnโt let that deter him. โLetโs settle down here,โ Yunho says, his tone even, but you can immediately hear the edge in his voice; one he never uses with you, even when you annoy the shit out of him. โAnd who the fuck are you?โ The guys asks, puffing out his chest. โDonโt worry about who I am and just calm down.โ โTell your bitch to calm down, how about that?โ
Itโs a change that happens almost in the blink of an eye, yet somehow, itโs like youโre watching it in slow motion. The drop of Yunhoโs face, the furrow of his brow, the tightness in his lip, the flare of his nostrilsโ and that red color change to his skin. The sight makes your heart race uncontrollably. You watch as he swiftly raises his fist and, just as he had on that day all those years ago, he swings it clean into the guyโs jaw. At this point, the entire restaurant is watching, though they keep their distance. The one thing about hood burger joints like these? Everybody minds their business. Immediately, you take hold of Yunhoโs fist, as it looks like heโs about to go in for another one, but the dudeโs already stumbling back, completely dazed from the one, solitary punch. โYunho,โ You say firmly. At the sound of your voice, he immediately puts his fist down and looks at you. โCome on, letโs go back home,โ You say, grabbing his wrist and pulling him out of the line and back to the parking lot.
You donโt let go of him until youโre about to get in the car, but he doesnโt get in right away. Instead, he leans up against the car, his shoulders moving up and down as he tries to catch his breath; the adrenaline makes it so hard to breathe. He canโt really name what it is heโs feeling: guilt? Anger? Sadness? He knows the guy needed to be put in his place, but knowing he wouldโve lost control if you hadnโt stopped himโฆit makes him feel like a sort of ticking time bomb. โYunho,โ You let go of the door handle and walk around the car to his side, stopping until youโre just a foot away from him. He looks away, shoving his hands in his pockets. โWhatโs wrong?โ You ask, looking up at him. โNothing.โ โClearly itโs not nothing,โ You say, trying to be as gentle as possible, โTalk to me.โ
Heโs quiet for a moment longer before finally letting out a deep sigh, โI almost lost control. If you hadnโt been thereโโ โBut I was,โ You shrug, immediately shutting down his what if thoughts, โjust like I was there to stop you when you punched that kid for calling me a stupid bitch. Remember?โ โOh yeah,โ He snorts softly, โthat dickwad.โ โExactly. He was a dickwad, and so was the guy in line. Donโt beat yourself up about it, okay? You were just protecting me.โ โStillโฆโ He tries to continue, but you put your hand up to motion for him to stop talking, โEnough. You did the right thing.โ
The ride to the house is quiet, and you can tell heโs still thinking about it, but you donโt say anything to him until you go inside. You both slip off your shoes and change into slippers, and he follows you into the kitchen. You open the fridge and look over what you have, but youโre really trying to give yourself some time to figure out what to say to him to make him feel better. โYou really should let your anger out more often, you know.โ He scoffs, โThat would be disastrous.โ โIโm serious. Itโs healthy for you to let it out. And besides, I have to admit, you looked kindaโโ You stop yourself abruptly, realizing what youโre about to say. โKinda what?โ He asks, not catching on immediately. โHuh?โ You scramble to think of some kind of cover. He furrows his brows at you, โYou were gonna say I look kinda what?โ He leans on the counter, folding his arms over his chest as he narrows his eyes at you. You stand there, feeling your face get red, โDonโt let this go to your head, okay?โ You warn him, finally conceding, โI was gonna say thatโฆwell, when you get angry, you look kindaโฆhot.โ Immediately, you look away from him and focus back on the contents of the fridge.
Heโs stuck for a moment while he processes what youโve just said. โYouโฆyou think I looked hot back there?โ โLetโs not get carried away here. All Iโm saying is that when a man lets that part of himself out every once in a while, it can be pretty attractive.โ He canโt help the small smirk that grows on his face, and he feels himself loosening up a bit, โSo, you think Iโm attractive?โ You roll your eyes and close the fridge door, โWhat did I say about the big head?โ You eye him, which finally makes him laugh. You feel immediately relieved that heโs no longer down about what he did.
Youโre his best friend; from the moment you two met, it was like peas and carrots. Youโve always complimented each other well, which inevitably lead to people asking the same old question: are you dating? The answer was, of course, always a big, fat, disgusted NO. His feelings for you have always been platonicโฆmostly. There have definitely been moments when his hormones werenโt always in accord with his mind, so sure, thereโd be stray glances here and there when you werenโt lookingโ a few wet dreams, a few times when heโd be pleasuring himself and his mind happened to drift to your faceโฆa few times when he let himself finish to that mental image, followed promptly by a feeling of immense guilt and shame once it was all said and done.
โCome on, donโt be lameโฆtell me the truth,โ He says, trying to sound casual and relaxed, but the curiosity is now eating him alive. You groan, โCome on, donโt make me expand.โ โPlease, Y/nโฆmake me feel better, huh?โ โUgh, fine,โ You keep your eyes on the task at hand, pulling open the freezer drawer to keep looking for something to eat, โWhen you get mad, you lookโฆdifferent. Usually youโre like a golden retrieverโโ You always call him that; he finds it quite endearing, โbut when you get that mad, youโre like aโฆcane corso or something. It almost feels like youโre even taller and bigger when youโre mad, and in a situation like that, it makes a woman feel protected, you know? And thereโs nothing hotter than knowing a man can beat up another manโ if he needs to, of course.โ Your voice strains a bit as you bend down to grab the box of frozen pizza youโd bought last week.
He doesnโt mean to, but when you bend down, he notices how high your shorts ride up. So high, he can see the crease in your ass cheeks; he does not look away. Youโre oblivious, of course, trying your best to ignore the memory replaying in your head of him losing control. โSo you find meโฆhot?โ He asks, his tone is teasing, but underneath is a genuine desire to know. You keep your back to him as you open the box on the counter, โNo.โ He snorts at how clearly dishonest youโre being, and starts walking up behind you. โLiar.โ
You hear him getting closer, but you remain focused on the task at hand, assuming heโll just come up to stand next to you. โYou wish I was lyingโโ You turn around unexpectedly, and see heโs right behind you. For a second, the both of you are frozen, looking at one another. You can hear your heartbeat in your ears. After a moment, you look down, "How's your hand?" Your voice is soft-- much softer than usual. He looks down as well, bringing his hand up to examine his knuckles. Funny...it didn't even hurt until just now that you mentioned it. He remains silent as you take his hand and bring it closer to examine it properly. Red and already bruising. He's not nearly as interested in his hand as he is in you. He's so focused on you, he can hardly spare a thought as to why in the world his heart is fluttering at your touch. Never in your entire decade plus of friendship has he ever felt the way he does right now.
"Let me get you some ice," You say, intent on leading him back to the freezer drawer, but he maneuvers his hand to gently grab onto your wrist, "Wait." You stop in your tracks, turning to look at him again. His eyes are so low, and the way he's looking at you...why is it making your knees weak? "Give me back my hoodie." You're stunned for a beat or two, then you slowly blink, "Y-your hoodie?" "Mhm." "Now?" You ask, a slightly annoyed edge to your voice. He nods, his expression unwavering. You furrow your brows, "No." "Take it off." "No." "No?" "No." With that, he's suddenly grabbing the hem of the hoodie and immediately pulling upwards. "I'm not taking it off!" You protest, flailing your arms, but it's not use-- he manages to yank it off of your body so easily, leaving you in just the tank top you'd originally been wearing before you'd gone to get burgers. "Yunho, you asshole. You could've waited--" Before you can register what he's doing, he's bending down and picking you up, his arms wrapping around your thighs, just under your ass as he suddenly places you on the counter with a gentle thud.
Your mouth hangs open as you stare at him; he doesnโt move another muscleโ just stands there, eye-level with you now. His eyes shift back and forth with yours, but itโs clear heโs waiting for you to do somethingโ anything. โYou wanted it off,โ You say, glancing down at his lips then back up at his eyes, โItโs off. Now what?โ โWhat do you mean?โ He asks. โOhโฆso youโre gonna pussy foot around this too now?โ Your taunt, furrowing your brows. Youโre trying to get a rise out of him, and judging by the flame flickering in his obsidian pupils, you can tell itโs working. โYou think Iโm pussyfooting around?โ He asks. โArenโt you?โ You lean forward slightly, โYou already yanked off a piece of my clothing and put me on this counterโฆand yet,โ You shrug, โI remain completely untouched.โ Your own heart is pounding, but you pretend to be completely unbothered.
His lip twitches as he takes in your words. All these years, is this what you really thought of him? โYou know,โ He says in a dangerously low tone, โYou really talk too fucking much.โ He smashes his lips onto yours, his mouth parting as he makes space for you. Instantly, your hands are clutching at his hoodie, wasting no time as you start to pull upward. He can hardly even contain his excitement as he feels your hands on his bare sides, feeling him under his shirt. โSo you do find me hot,โ He says between kisses. โShut up.โ Finally, his torso is exposed to your hungry eyes, and you pull from his mouth to move to his neck. His long neck is one of his best features; on more than one occasion, you have wondered what it would be like to sink your teeth into that soft flesh. You may have even thought about it more than he has.
He tries not to lose himself too much, but itโs hard not to when youโre sucking at his sensitive skin. When you were teenagers, heโd often notice you walking around with hickeys on your chest and neck, hardly hidden behind makeup. Heโd wonder sometimes how that would feel, as he often got no play because, frankly, youโre right; he does tend to pussyfoot around things. Of course as an adult, heโs fucked his fair share of girls, but reallyโ this is the most excited heโs felt in a long, long time. Whoโd have thought his most exciting bang would be with his best friend?
The strap of your tank top slides off your shoulder on its own, due to all the movementโ he looks down at your bare skin and leans in to lick. You moan involuntarily at the feeling of his tongue, and that alone gives him goosebumps; to hear you make those sounds from something so small as his tongueโฆ He pulls at your tank top, though he doesnโt bother to take it all off. He simply shoves it up to just above your boobs, and then he sees that measly little bralette youโre wearing. No wonder you wanted his hoodie; itโd be the only way to cover those pretty nipples in the cold. You feel a surge of wetness between your legs as he looks at your barely clothed breasts. Heโs not hesitating; heโs admiring. โHave you always been this beautiful?โ He asks, and it makes your blush. Heโs never called you that before.
He notices you get shy at his compliment, and it makes him smile, โWhat? Did that actually make you blush?โ โShut up,โ You say again, at a loss for any actual words. โShut me up.โ He challenges. You raise a brow at him, feeling emboldened by his bratty attitude. You want me to shut you up? Fine. You grab the hem of your bralette and pull it up and over your head, along with your tank top- leaving you bare from the waist up. His eyes widen as he takes in your naked form. Your boobs. Your actual boobs. His brain short circuits and you smile triumphantly at him, โGuess it worked.โ He blinks a few times, regaining his composure, then instantly leans down to captured one of your pert nipples into his hungry mouth. โShit,โ You swear as you look down at him. He lets his tongue swirl over it, his mouth accidentally making a sucking noise.
You canโt take it anymore; youโre desperate for more than this, no matter how hot it is. โFuck me, Yunho.โ The words come so easily, despite how shy you were only a moment ago. It catches him by surprise and makes him immediately want to ravage you. He kisses you again, this time, his hands ravenously hooking around the waistband of your skimpy little booty shorts, yanking them downward as best he can while youโre sitting on the counter. You wiggle a bit, helping him get you completely nude. Your panties hardly stand a chance against his bruising force. Finally, your bare ass is on the counterโ youโll sanitize laterโ and heโs shoving his sweats to the floor.
You look down at what heโs working with, and you must admit, itโs quite the view. Heather gray boxer briefs, fitted nicely to his muscular legsโ and right there, in all its gloryโ a wonderfully pronounced bulge, begging to be let out. He watches you watch him, and it makes his cock twitch. โYou want it?โ He asks, seeking your consent one last time, to which you respond with a breathy, โYes.โ He tugs down at his underwear until it lands at his ankles. Heโs so long, you briefly wonder if itโll even fit all the way in. He pulls you toward him, then reaches down in between your folds to rub at your hardened clit, getting you extra wetโ though itโs apparent you hardly need any help with that, considering youโre practically dripping for him. He dips his fingers in and then rubs your slick along his cock. Suddenly, you envy every other girl thatโs gotten this gorgeous view before you.
He gets closer, pumping his shaft a few times before teasing your clit with the tip of his cock. Finally, he slips it down from your clit down to your hole, and then inserts himself. Your eyes widen at the sudden fullness as he bottoms out, and he, too, has to take a second to brace himself, as the feeling of your tight heat wrapped around him is almost too much to bear. You feel so much better than he couldโve imagine. Every ridge, every delicious constriction of your hot pussy is a threat to his sanity. โFuck, Y/n,โ He lets out a cracked moan, making you instantly hook your arm around his neck to bring him closer. โYes, Yunhoโ oh fuck,โ You moan, bouncing slightly as he pumps into you. He rests his forehead against yours as he continues, locking eyes with you, โYouโre so fucking tight.โ He continues thrusting, each one feeling deeper than the last.
Youโve had enough men to have favoritesโ and you easily see Yunho knocking number one out of his spot. Thereโs something that feels so much more raw about fucking your best friend than fucking some guy off an app. Part of it feels forbidden, while the other part feels like nothing could be more right than this. And the best part? The way he pauses in between thrusts to kiss you. You whine at him, your teeth clenched as you hiss, โYouโre so big, Yunhoโฆfuck, I can feel you stretching me out.โ His heart stutters at your filthy words, and he suddenly scoops you up off the counter to hold you against his waist, his hands planted firmly on your ass cheeks as he drills into you. โAh, ah, ah, ah!โ Your screams fill the apartment, giving his ego the fill itโs been in desperate need of. โFuck, Iโm gonna cum soon,โ He breathes. โYes, yes, cum for meโโ You beg, holding tightly to him. He buries his face in your neck, taking in your scent as he feels itโ
โShit, Iโm cumming,โ He says into your ear, biting down on the lobe just hard enough to make your pussy throb. It all happens so fast, he doesnโt even pull out; just empty his load into your cuntโ but he doesnโt stop there. Every last bit of strength on his body, he uses to hold you in place as he continues fucking up into you. โFuck, Iโm close,โ You gasp. โYeah?โ His voice is so soft as he feeds into your whines, โCome on. I bet you look so pretty when you cum,โ He kisses your lips so passionately, you feel yourself dissolving into him, until finally, your climax finally arrives. โIโm- Iโm-โ Your brain shuts off completely, giving your body away to the waves of your own orgasm. You donโt even realize youโre fully digging into Yunhoโs back, which only serves to shock his sense into bringing on his second nut. โFuck yes,โ He groans, give you three more slams before heโs setting you back on the counter.
He pulls himself out of you swiftly, stepping back just in time to watch his thick, creamy cum fall out of your pussy, delighting in how utterly fucked out you look. โThis was way better than burgers,โ He says excitedly.
summary : just a simple day grocery shopping with hongjoong, until an old lady mistakes you two for a couple, and now youโre forced to face reality
genre : fluff, non idol au, friends to lovers
warnings : none?? reader is (hinted at being) shorter than hongjoong
wc : 1.6k
a/n : first fic on here ofc it had to be joong ๐ this is just smth i whipped up rlly quick omg i hope y'all like it ><
You had become very good at ignoring things.
Like the way Hongjoong always walked slightly slower when you were beside him. Or how he handed you things without asking, as if he already knew youโd want them. Or how your name sounded different whenever he said itโsofter, like it belonged somewhere familiar.
He had been your best friend for as long as you could remember, so it was only natural for things between you two to become comfortable. Most days, it was easy to convince yourself it was all platonicโmonths of practice would do that. But then heโd laugh, or text you to make sure you got home safe, and suddenly it wasnโt.
But of course, none of it meant anything. You valued Hongjoongโs friendship more than anything, even if it meant pushing your crush down far enough to forget about it while youโre with him. That had been the rule you vowed to follow ever since the day your feelings toward Hongjoong shifted. Especially now, standing in the middle of a grocery store, arguing over instant noodles as if it were a matter of life or death.
โYouโre overthinking it again,โ Hongjoong said, already reaching for one of the packets.
โIโm not overthinking it,โ you replied, narrowing your eyes. โI just have standards.โ
โFor instant noodles?โ
โFor survival, yes.โ
โIf you really cared about survival, youโd buy ingredients for real meals, not this processed stuff.โ
โItโs not my fault theyโre easier to make.โ
He scoffed but still held up two different flavours anyway. โPick one, then. Since youโre the expert.โ
You leaned in slightly, scanning them. โThat oneโs better.โ
Hongjoong shot you a look of disgust, which you did not take lightly. โDonโt act like you know any better! Last time you picked, all hell broke loose in my kitchen.โ
โWell, last time I chose the better option.โ
This time it was your turn to scoff. โYou literally could not stop complaining about how much it sucked.โ
He looked as if he was formulating a comeback before turning his head away in defeat. โShut up,โ he mumbled.
That made you laugh before you could stop it, and Hongjoongโs expression softened, as if heโd been waiting for that reaction without realizing.
He dropped both packets into the cart anyway. โWeโre getting both,โ he decided.
โThat defeats the whole point of choosing.โ
โNo it doesnโt. It just means we donโt start another ten-minute argument over food.โ
You sighed. He had a good point. You followed as he pushed the cart forward, bumping it slightly when he steered too sharply into the next aisle.
โYou drive this thing like youโre in a car chase scene,โ you muttered, more to yourself than him. It seemed he heard you, though, as he glared at you playfully. You shook your head, still smiling despite yourself, stepping closer so you didnโt lose him in the crowd. It was easy like this. Too easy, sometimes.
Suddenly, a voice came from behind you. โExcuse me, dear?โ You turned first.
An older woman stood beside the aisle with a small basket hooked over her arm, smiling politely. Her eyes flickered between you and Hongjoong as if she was piecing something together.
โSorry to bother you,โ she said softly, โcould one of you reach that top shelf for me?โ You looked up at where she was pointing, already wondering how youโd be able to reach it.
But Hongjoong reacted before you even had the chance to answer. โOf course.โ
He stepped forward easily, stretching up to grab the item she pointed at, balancing it in one hand before passing it down to her. You notice how his eyes softened as he met her kind smile.
โThank you, sweetheart,โ she said warmly, adjusting it in her basket. Her gaze lingered a second too long after that, she smiled againโwider this time.
โYou two are such a sweet couple.โ
The words landed oddly in the space between you. For a second, neither of you spoke. You stood there, unsure how to react to the unexpected comment. Hongjoong blinked once, then let out a small, slightly awkward laugh.
โOhโno, weโre notโโ
โOh donโt be ridiculous!โ The woman insisted, her gaze unwavering. โHonestly, you remind me of my husband and me. Iโve never seen anyone look at someone with so much love in their eyes.โ
It was your turn to laugh now, though it came out more panicked than Hongjoongโs. Was she talking about you? You thought you were good at hiding your little crush, but if a stranger could figure it out so quickly, you could only imagine what Hongjoong already knew. Then you saw her attention was fixed on him, and you sighed out of relief. So she was talking about Hongjoong. But it only made you wonder moreโdid he really look at you like that?
โAh, no, weโre just friends.โ You chuckled, trying to ignore the way your heart did a flip. You looked over at Hongjoong, who had been unusually quiet, only to be met with his gaze already fixed on you. Your breath hitched, trying to read his odd expression.
The elderly woman quickly apologised and said her final thanks before walking away. Hongjoong let out a shaky laugh beside you. โDid we really look that much like a couple?โ He joked, shaking his head as he went back to pushing your shopping cart forward. However, as you looked closer at him, you noticed the faint pink tinting the tips of his ears. It made you wonderโHongjoong never seemed flustered around you. Not usually.
The rest of the shopping trip wouldโve gone perfectly fine if it wasnโt for you becoming painfully more self-aware. Suddenly, every domestic detail seemed obvious. The way he instinctively stepped aside when you stopped to look at things, the way he slowed down whenever you lagged behind, the way he kept turning his head to check you were still right there beside him. It made all the butterflies you carefully tucked away flutter in your stomach.
He reached over your shoulder to grab something from a shelf, casually asking, โDo we need milk?โ We. Not โyouโ, not โIโโwe. As if youโd always been deciding things together. He glanced at you, worried by your silence.
โOh, umโ ...yeah, probably.โ You avoided eye contact, too scared that if he looked into your eyes any longer heโd be able to see all your thoughts and feelings.
-
Eventually, you found yourselves in the checkout line, absentmindedly watching the conveyor belt as Hongjoong unloaded the cart beside you.
โYou know,โ he said suddenly, placing a carton of milk down, โI still think that lady was crazy.โ
You looked up. โCrazy?โ
โYeah.โ He laughed softly. โA couple?โ
Your stomach betrayed you again with a flutter.
โRight.โ
Hongjoong looked over at you. โYou donโt sound convinced.โ
โIโm just saying, she wasnโt entirely wrong. We do look kind ofโฆโ You hesitated, fiddling with your thumbs. โI guess, intimate. Domestic. Way too comfortable for two people who are just friends.โ
A beat passed before Hongjoong spoke. โWhat if I wanted us to be more than that?โ
You quickly snapped your eyes to meet his, the rest of your sentence dying in your throat. Hongjoong looked just as surprised as you felt. Like he hadnโt meant to say it out loud. The noise of the grocery store seemed to fade imto the background, drowned out by the pounding of your heart.
That was until the cashierโs voice dragged you back down to earth. โWill that be cash or card?โ Hongjoong cleared his throat quickly, turning to pay as if nothing had happened, though the deep flush creeping from his neck to his ears gave him away.
And just like that, despite your heartโs objections, everything returned to normal. You both unloaded the groceries into his car and headed back to your apartment. As you sat in the passenger seat, you couldnโt resist turning to face Hongjoong. He kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering wheel, the other lazily on the center console. Every now and then, he drummed his fingers lightly on the surface, and for some reason, you found yourself watching them more than you probably should.
You studied him carefully, his words from earlier replaying in your mind, as he spoke up. โStop staring at me like that.โ
โLike what?โ
โLike youโre in love with me or something.โ He quoted the old lady from the store, flashing a teasing smile as he approached a red light.
You quickly turned your head sway, blush threatening to appear. โShut up.โ
โI meant what I said at the store, by the way.โ You turned your head again carefully. He was still looking at you, but his smile was more shy now, and the red flush on his ears returned. โIโd like us to be more than friends. Iโve wanted that for a while, actually. But only if you want to tooโthereโs no pressure or anything!โ
You chuckled at his sudden panic, your heart swelling with how gentle it all felt. โOf course I do, you goofball.โ His body visibly relaxed upon hearing your words, as he shifted back to face the road with a sigh of relief. You couldnโt help but giggle slightly, clutching your stomach as he shot you a familiar glare.
Despite the confession, you knew deep down that nothing else would really change between the two of you. Everything was perfect as it was. He would always be your best friend, and you would always be his.
You looked at Hongjoong one last time, eyes delicately tracing his features. โNow, hurry up and get us home. You donโt want your new girlfriend to starve, do you?โ
Hongjoong looked at you with a surprised expression, which quickly turned into a smile. He laughed. โNever.โ
You had become very good at ignoring things. But as Hongjoong gave you one final glanceโeyes full of affectionโyou found that you didnโt want to anymore.
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๐ฐPairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader (f)
๐ฐGenre: action, romance
๐ฐAu: sci fi, soldier
๐ฐTrope: who hurt you
๐ฐWord Count: 954
๐ฐRating: 18+, MDNI
๐ฐWarnings: physical violence, mentions of low self-confidence, mentions of behind the back talk,
๐ฐSummary: when Hongjoong sees you after a physical fight, there's nothing stopping him from giving as good as you got.
๐ฐAuthor's Note: This is another comfort fic. Hongjoong may not burn the world for you like Wooyoung, but he would definitely never let any injustice against you go unpunished
๐ฐdivider by @cursed-carmine
โWhere are they?โ Hongjoong said so quietly that it was almost discernible if you didnโt hear the barely-withheld rage beneath the words.ย
You put both hands on Hongjoongโs arms in an attempt to calm him down. โI started the fight,โ you argued.
Hongjoong grinned, slow and maniacal. โWell, Iโll end it then.โ
โHongjoong.โ
He shook his head, almost as if he was looking to shake your mental hold on him. โNo, do you see yourself right now?โ
Your tongue moved up to lick the blood that was flowing from your nose. You had caught a glimpse of yourself in the windows of the common travel tube that circled the space station. You looked like you had the shit kicked out of you. โYes, and I earned it.โ
You watched as Hongjoongโs fingers curled into his palms, still signs that he was holding back his full anger. โI will return it twofold to them,โ he vowed.
You snickered under your breath. โJongho doesnโt look that much better right now. I highkicked him so hard in the chest, he barely could breath after--โ
You realized your mistake belatedly. You had let the personโs name slip that had beat you up. You shot out your arm to stop Hongjoong but he easily dodged out of your grasp.ย
โShit,โ You cursed and ran after him.ย
Unable to keep up with a man on a mission, you arrived too late. Jongho was already on the ground, blood streaming from a wound on his head.ย
โGet up,โ Hongjoong crooned lowly.ย
Jonghoโs venomous eyes moved towards you. โYou just had to involve him, didnโt you?โ
Hongjoongโs hand snapped out, gripping the front of Jonghoโs shirt. โIโm your opponent right now, or did you forget that after I headbutted you?โ
Jongho brushed the back of his hand across his lips. โLook, I have no quarrel with you, Hongjoong.โ
โThatโs too bad for you, because Iโve one with you,โ Hongjoong said before he roundhouse kicked Jongho in the head again. โNow stand up and fight me. I look forward to grinding you into a pulp.โ
Jongho stood up and they squared off. Jongho was calm and collected, one of the best fighters on the spaceship. He began to bob and weave, boxing with Hongjoong. In contrast, Hongjoong was pulling more mixed martial arts, adapting and combining moves and strategies from his mind. It was muscle memory versus brains. Jongho did not let Hongjoong beat the shit out of him. Not that you had, but Jongho seemed more determined to keep his head about the boiling water that was Hongjoongโs temper right now. Hongjoong, on the other hand, shouted and spewed barbed words at Jongho. It was actually calm versus enraged.ย
โEat this,โ Hongjoong sneered, knocking Jongho out cold.ย
Another soldier or two checked on Jongho, looking to drag him to the dearest med-bay. Hongjoong turned, shit-eating grin triumphant on his revenge. โSee?โ
Your arms were crossed under your chest. Hongjoongโs determination melted a little. โWhat?โ
โDo you know why I started a fight with Jongho?โ You said.ย
Hongjoong worried at his lower lip with his teeth. โNo.โ
โNo,โ You confirmed. โBecause you let your anger get the best of you and you didnโt even bother to wonder why I started a fight with Jongho.โ You turned your head stubbornly away from the man that had just dragged your pride through the proverbial mud. โHow am I going to prove anything if you keep intimidating others on my behalf?โ
โDarling,โ Hongjoong said in a sing-song voice, rushing to your side, and cradled your head between his bloody-knuckled hands. โI canโt help myself.โ
โDo you only see me as someone to protect? Do you not see me as an equal?โ You couldn't help but wonder.
โOf course not,โ Hongjoong said, shaking his head. โNever.โ
โThen why?โ This time this sentence came out with a slight wobble. You couldn't help yourself.
โPlease, please donโt cry.โ Hongjoong pushed his lips to yours, his only strategy to distract you. โI canโt stand around and do nothing when you look like you were tortured. I canโt. My heart burns for you, it melts in the middle of my chest right now, just because you sound like youโre hurting.โ Hongjoong peppered you with kisses again; as if they had healing properties, and they could shoot straight to your bruised heart. โPlease, donโt cry, my darling.โย
You put a firm hand on Hongjoongโs chest and pushed him back. โLook at me, Hongjoong. I asked for this. I wanted to pit myself against Jongho. Heโs been saying some shit about me.โ Hongjoongโs eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared in response. โNo, donโt you go and find him again, listen to me. I threw myself into that fight. I needed to know where I stood. And as it turns out, Iโm nowhere near good as you or him. So Iโm going to continue to throw my skills at the walls of other soldiers. Youโre going to find me like this more and more.โ
Hongjoong pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes but you could see his smile. โThen Jongho will have to continue to meet my fists. And my feet. And my head.โ
โHongjoong,โ You said it with the fierceness of all your pride.
โMy darling,โ Hongjoong breathed. โAs I must accept that you will throw yourself into harms way, you must accept I will throw myself in harm's path. I will never let you bleed without harming that which hurt you.โ
You took a deep breath and let it out through your nose. โWell, I guess we should clean up then. I'm sure the med-bay is already having enough to deal with with Jongho.โ
Hongjoong chuckled. โIt would be my pleasure.โ
Summary:ย When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
Word count: 3.2K
Chapter warning(s): Heavy chapter. Mentions of abandonment, childhood abuse (physical and mental), suicidal thoughts.
Safe to say, Hongjoong didn't have ANY plans to race that night. From what his men told him, there was some sort of exchange between you and Jihoon, which left you a little distraught? Upset? Hongjoong didn't know, he didn't want to ask you when you didn't bring it up to him.
He respected your space and your privacy, in that sense. But he would not tolerate you being disrespected so he'll try to keep Jihoon away from you.
"Hey, love." Hongjoong came back, shooing Mingi away from his initial seat. You looked away from Jihoon's direction and looked up at Hongjoong, a small smile on your face.
"Is everything okay?" You asked.
"Mhmm. You know, I have to greet people for business relations and stuff." Hongjoong informed.
"I understand." You nodded. Hongjoong laced fingers with you, he lifted your interlocked fingers and kissed the back of your hand before resting it on his thigh.
"There are a few races a night, motorcycle races and car races. Or some people will go admire modified cars." He explained, pointing.
"Yes, while you were away, San and Mingi were giving me the run down of the races." You giggled, making him roll his eyes.
"Anyway, my point is, if you want to leave at any point, we can go. This can go quite late into the night. Some of the boys get bored and just leave too." Hongjoong assured.
"Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. Right now, I am excited!" You shook your free fist.
"Alright, I'm glad you're finding excitement in this, love." He chuckled and pulled you in just to kiss your temple. Honestly, Hongjoong really thought that you would be turned off or afraid by this whole thing but you seemed to really accept it.
"Ah, Wooyoung. I forgot." Hongjoong took an envelope out of his jacket pocket and handed it to Wooyoung. The younger saluted and walked out.
"What's that?" Your eyes widened.
"The bets for tonight. It's not drugs or anything." Hongjoong explained, raising an eyebrow in amusement.
"I-I didn't think it was!" You covered your embarrassment with a scoff, turning your nose up at him. But you turned back to the tracks when the races were going to start.
"And there's Yunho." Hongjoong pointed to the car. Yunho drove to the start and rolled his window down, resting his arm against the sill.
"I shouldn't cheer, right?" You leaned over to whisper to Hongjoong, remembering this was an 'underworld' thing.
"You can do whatever you want, my love." He laughed. You were so adorable with your questions. The family owned this track, no one would dare say anything if you wanted to cheer.
"This might get messy, my love. I just have to warn you... Things have gotten ugly before." Hongjoong warned.
"Aren't there rules?"
"Of course. But it's the streets, rules hardly matter. All for the glory and the win." He replied. You nodded, it was finally hitting you how this wasn't something the rest of society did at night. This was the underworld, the streets, the place where rules didn't have any standing. One wrong move and it might cost your life.
"But don't worry. The boys know how to get themselves out of a situation." Hongjoong patted your hand, noticing how the look on your face turned grim.
"Let's go, Yun!" Mingi yelled, clapping. Hearing that, some people erupted in cheers as well.
"See? Do whatever you want." Hongjoong said, making you giggle.
Yes, Hongjoong was worried about drawing too much attention to you but he wasn't going to let his fears make you even more paranoid and scared of this place.
He just wanted you to enjoy yourself. Hongjoong watched you watch the race earnestly, your eyes sparkling with anticipation.
"That guy keeps going close to Yunho. Look." You said, watching them in a distance.
"It's an intimidation technique, love. You think he's gonna crash into you so you break and he gets the advantage." Hongjoong explained. His arm rested on the back of your chair protectively.
"Here you go." San cracked open a cold can of soda for you.
"Go, Yunho!" Seeing him pass the finish line, you couldn't help but stand up from your seat to cheer and clap for him.
"Keep track of our winnings, Jongho." Hongjoong said to the youngest, who nodded his head and gave a thumbs up. He watched in adoration as you cheered and clapped for Yunho. But you didn't realise that with your cheering, you drew attention to yourself.
"I think I drank too much soda, I need to use the bathroom." You said to Hongjoong. He put his iPad down, ready to accompany you when you stopped him.
"You have people at every inch of this place. I can go on my own, support the other races." You said.
"If you're not back in 15 minutes, I'm coming to get you." He said with a serious frown.
"Yes, captain." You saluted playfully and left the VIP area. There were recognisable faces of Hongjoong's men around, some of them giving you acknowledging nods.
After you were done with the washroom, you exited, not really wanting to stay in there since it was quite dirty.
"Oh! I'm sor- Jihoon?" You bumped into him as you were walking back. He stared at you in surprise.
"So, it was really you earlier..." He muttered but you heard him. You felt your cheeks heat up, that means that people really did hear you cheer for Yunho just now.
"I-I didn't know you r-race." You tried to act like things were okay between the two of you. Jihoon just shrugged indifferently.
"You don't know a lot about me recently, (y/n)." He said, tucking his hands into his pockets. You opened your mouth.
"You would never come to a place like this. But now that you're with Hongjoong, you're appearing in places like these, sitting in the VIP section like you own the place." He cut you off, making you close your mouth. There was something in his voice like a bitterness that you couldn't quite pinpoint.
"I'm still me. My relationship with Hongjoong has nothing to do with my friendships, that's separate." You didn't know what you were trying achieve, justify yourself? Defend Hongjoong?
"Right..." He chuckled sarcastically.
"Miss, is everything okay? The boss is looking for you." One of Hongjoong's men approached carefully.
"I was just leaving." Jihoon rolled his eyes, as if you were the one wasting his time.
"Jihoon-" You tried to stop him but he ignored you, walking back to where his friends were. You chewed on your bottom lip, you hated how your conversations ended with no conclusion.
"I told you, 15 minutes, if you weren't back, I wou- What happened?" The playful smile on Hongjoong's face fell and was replaced by a frown.
"It's nothing." You shook your head.
"Mm-mm, no lying to me. It's not 'nothing'." Hongjoong held your face in his hands, lifting it up. His eyes searched yours before they analysed your face, looking for possible injuries.
"Please... It's really nothing." You begged him to let it go. Hongjoong let you go, holding your hand and kissing the back of it.
"I'm tired. Shall we go home?" He asked, with a little whine in his voice. You were unsure, knowing that Hongjoong probably wanted to go home because of you and the others haven't even raced yet. As their leader, he should be here, right?
"But I want to watch the race. The others haven't even gone yet." You swallowed.
"But I want to go home and cuddle." Hongjoong emphasised. Only you could make the leader of the fearsome Ateez mafia whine and pout, that was your power.
"We only watched like... 2 races and 1 of them was Yunho's." You reminded. Hongjoong rolled his eyes, he really didn't care.
"We'll come back again, hmm?" He squeezed your hand. You sighed, relenting and nodding your head.
"That's my girl." He pulled you in to kiss your temple. With his arm around your waist, he led you out of there. Hongjoong's men didn't form a circle around you two but were still on guard.
"Sir." When Hongjoong's car was driven up, he opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat first and closed the door.
"You report to me what happened later." Hongjoong said to one of his men.
"Yes, boss." The man bowed. You couldn't see what they were talking about, you only saw Hongjoong's lips move and the man bow his head in submission.
"Everything okay?" You asked when Hongjoong slid into the driver's seat. He nodded and patted your head before starting the car.
"Yes, I'm just hungry. Shall we get some drive thru?" He randomly asked. You nodded, not minding to get a bite. Hongjoong winked and began to drive to the nearest fast food drive thru. People in the parking lot stopped to stare at the loud sports car that pulled up, making you giggle.
"What do you want?" Hongjoong stopped at the menu. He was used to the staring, he didn't really care. You leaned forward to look at the menu on the board.
"Ooh, chicken burger with extra pickles, please. I don't need a drink." You ordered.
"Share fries?" Hongjoong checked, to which you hummed. He wound down his window, leaning an arm on the window sill to order.
In that moment, even with the glow of the fast food menu's lights on his face, Hongjoong looked so handsome. With you, he was soft and clumsy but there were moments of charisma and charm.
"You alright, my love?" His question broke you out of your trance. He had a teasing smirk on his face.
"Y-Yeah." You cleared your throat, fanning your face.
"Thanks." After paying, the worker handed Hongjoong everything. You held the paper bags in your lap as Hongjoong drove out to find somewhere to park.
"Alright." He said, putting the car in park. You dug through the bags, unwrapping his burger and handing it to him.
"Let me balance this here." Hongjoong took the pack of french fries and put them over his dashboard.
"It might leave an oil stain if you do that." You frowned slightly. He shrugged to show that he didn't really care before unwrapping his burger to pick out the vegetables. You let him put the vegetables on top of your burger so you could eat them.
"Child." You snorted under your breath.
"I heard that!" He hissed.
"So, did you enjoy your time at the tracks? I know it's not your first time there... But it's your first time there with us." Hongjoong asked. You nodded with a hum.
"Obviously, it's different to my experience there with my friends. But I enjoyed it, it was fun, kind of?" You chuckled.
"That's good... Are you worried about your friend?" Hongjoong finally asked about Jihoon.
"I didn't even know that he races. I guess I haven't really been keeping in touch, maybe I'm not being a very good friend." You replied with a small shrug.
"You have a lot going on too, love. Friendship works both ways, if you don't keep in touch, they could have reached out." He pointed out.
"That's true... But still..." You sighed, shaking your head.
"It'll be okay. Before I met Ateez, I never really had friends. I had too much going on at home that I just didn't have the headspace to make friends, or maybe I am just not likeable." He chuckled.
"Not true, look at your relationship with the boys. And I'm sure at that time, you were already having a hard time with your dad." You said.
"Yeah... Him..." Hongjoong nodded with a grim look on his face, his jaw tensing slightly.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." You were quick to apologise, realising that you probably spoke out of turn. Hongjoong's family was definitely still a taboo topic, even for you. He was still slowly letting you into his world and the realisation hit you that you still didn't know everything about him.
"You know, I used to be such an angry kid outside of home. Because I felt like... so much was taken away from me by my dad and then my mom... I hated everything and everyone." He chuckled bitterly.
"Hongjoong, you don't have to-"
"I know. But I want to. You should know my past, I promised you that I would let you in, little by little." He smiled softly.
"I was always jealous, seeing kids with their parents. Why did they look so happy and perfect while I had to suffer? My dad beat me and my mum never protected me." He spoke.
Another realisation hit you. Learning about Hongjoong's past also meant that you would learn about the Mrs Kim that Hongjoong hated.
Whether you were ready to hear it, it didn't matter to you. This was about Hongjoong, not you.
"Until today, I never learnt why my dad hated us so much. Why have kids if you were going to hate them? Why did my mum not keep us safe?" Hongjoong frowned.
"Time and time again, I would ask myself what I did wrong." He looked at you.
"It's not your fault. You shouldn't have been made to feel like it was." You shook your head, feeling a rage slowly brew inside you.
"It's funny that no one knew what it was like at home. We had this perfect family image outside. If my brother and I had injuries that weren't healed or things that would make people suspicious, they would just leave us at home." He shrugged.
It broke your heart, imagining a small Hongjoong, covered in bruises and injuries, huddled together with his older brother, the two of them alone in the dark.
"I don't want to debate over who 'saved' me, whether it was my brother or Seonghwa. They both did." He said.
"I'm glad they did." You spoke softly.
"Really? Because at first, I didn't want them to. I asked them why, I wasn't worth saving. My brother's in a coma and Seonghwa almost plunged himself into debt." He let out a long, shaky sigh.
"But after that, I knew that I didn't want to be saved anymore. I was tired of having people save me." He clenched his fist.
"But that's okay... You shouldn't have to deal with all of this alone." You reasoned.
"I know but at the same time, I was determined to prove myself. That's how I formed this empire with Seonghwa." He finally cracked a small smile.
"You've come so far." You smiled with him.
"We brought in all the others and ran the streets. I couldn't have gotten this far without them." He chuckled.
"And I wouldn't have met you. The only good thing my mother has ever done, even in death. She brought you to me." Hongjoong spoke without thinking but he saw how your smile faltered slightly. It was still a topic of slight contension, the differing feelings that you and Hongjoong had for his mother.
"Shall we go home?" He was quick to change the subject. While you didn't reply him verbally, you nodded your head, gathering all the trash to put it back into the paper bag.
"Hey." Hongjoong caught your shaky hands in his.
"It's okay." He pulled you for a hug, even with the middle console of the car between the two of you.
"Why did you have to go through all that? It's not fair. Why?" You cried. You cried for little Hongjoong and his brother, all the suffering they had to endure.
"I'm okay, my love. That's my past but it has built me to be what I am today." He stroked the back of your head to comfort you.
"It'll be okay." He hummed.
One day, when you learn the whole truth of Hongjoong's past and who he really was, he hoped that you would still stay with him. That you wouldn't let the horrors scare you away.
Hongjoong wasn't just a monster that roamed the street with his devilish gaze, he was the ruler, a leader with power.
"Sir." The butler opened the door when Hongjoong's car pulled up. Hongjoong gave a nod and carried you out.
"Quiet. She's asleep." Hongjoong spoke softly, looking down at you as you snuggled against his chest. The butler and the maid nodded, bowing to Hongjoong. The chauffeur was called to move Hongjoong's car to the carpark.
Kicking off his shoes, Hongjoong walked across the living room and up the stairs with you in his arms. Then he entered his bedroom and carefully laid you down on the bed.
"Mmm, Hongjoong..." You stirred slightly when you felt Hongjoong's warmth leave you.
"Love, I brought you to our room. Why don't you change and go back to sleep?" Hongjoong asked, brushing the hair away from your face.
"Here. I'll change in the bathroom so you don't have to get up." He handed you one of his shirts and left. You yawned and changed your clothes, folding them neatly and putting them on the nightstand.
"Done..." You rubbed your eyes.
"Go back to sleep." Hongjoong came out, dressed in comfortable clothes. He crawled into bed, pulling you to him.
"Goodnight, my love." He kissed the top of your head. As you slept in his arms, Hongjoong's eyes caught the ring that sat on your finger. His ring that signified his belonging to this family.
As much as he loved that you were a part of his family, it still scared him. You shouldn't be a part of this.
'Meeting in my office. Now.'
Hongjoong sent the message to his men and slowly slipped out from under the covers. He made sure you were safe before grabbing his phone and walking out of the bedroom, it seemed like some of the others were arriving home from the races. His mind was active, he couldn't go to sleep now.
"What are you still doing up? Is (y/n) okay?" Seonghwa poked his head into Hongjoong's office, having walked past and seeing the lights on inside.
"She's fine." Hongjoong replied, not giving much away. Seonghwa shot his best friend a suspicious look.
"Starting tomorrow, I'll be busy. I still have that thing I need to go sort out, I'd better just get it done." Hongjoong sighed.
"Are you sure you don't want to involve (y/n) in it?" Without further explanation, Seonghwa knew exactly what Hongjoong was referring to. He stepped in and closed the door behind him.
"I will... Just later at the end, after everything is done. I cannot have her there right now." Hongjoong said.
"I know. It's hard for me but I know it's not just about me anymore." Hongjoong replied in a soft voice. Seonghwa nodded his head in agreement. There was a knock on the door.
"Boss." Two men shuffled into the office, bowing to Hongjoong then Seonghwa.
"Thanks, Hwa." Hongjoong said, dismissing his second in command. Seonghwa hummed in acknowledgement. Just as he was closing the door, he heard.
"Tell me what happened at the tracks with (y/n) when I was not around."
Warnings: angst & trauma recovery (ptsd nightmares, fear of abandonment, emotional breakdowns), possessive/territorial behavior, jealousy, violence (home invasion, fight, injury, self-harm references, smut, rut sex, knotting, breeding kink/talk, multiple rounds, biting/marking, tail play, creampie, blood, hurt/comfort (yes it's a lot of warnings)
The apartment no longer felt like a museum of careful distance. Four months had passed since that heated night on the couch and the space had transformed into something warmer, lived-in, undeniably yours. Yet beneath the new domestic rhythm, shadows still lingered, long and sharp like snow leopard claws.
You woke to the familiar weight of Hongjoong draped across your back, his tail curled possessively around your thigh even in sleep. His breath was warm against your nape, hair spilling over the pillow like fresh powder. The first few weeks after heโd claimed you, heโd barely let you out of armโs reach. Now it was routine: he slept pressed against you, one arm slung over your waist, ears twitching at every distant siren or neighborโs footstep.
You shifted carefully. His ears flicked forward and a low, sleepy rumble vibrated through his chest.
"Too early" he murmured, voice gravel-rough from disuse overnight. His nose nudged the mating mark heโd left on your shoulder, a faint scar now, but one he still licked every morning like a ritual.
"Work" you whispered, threading fingers through his hair. "Shift starts at seven."
His tail tightened. "Call in sick."
You smiled despite yourself. "I canโt. Director Park already has me on thin ice."
Hongjoongโs purr faltered. He lifted his head, glacial eyes sharp even in the pre-dawn light filtering through the curtains. "Because of me."
"Because of us" you corrected gently.
He didnโt argue. Instead he rolled you beneath him in one fluid motion, caging you with strong arms. His gaze dragged down your body, lingering on the bruises and bite marks that never quite faded anymore, before he dipped his head and pressed slow, deliberate kisses along your collarbone. The scent of cedar and cold mountain air filled your lungs as he rubbed his cheek against your skin, freshening his mark.
"Mine" he growled softly, the word more habit than threat now.
You tilted your head to give him better access.
He lingered there longer than usual, tongue tracing the scar until your skin tingled. Only when your alarm finally blared did he release you with a reluctant huff, ears pinned back in displeasure.
Breakfast was a shared ritual now. You chopped vegetables at the counter while Hongjoong perched on the island stool, tail swaying lazily. He still refused most human foods, but heโd grown fond of watching you cook, especially when you let him "help" by stealing bites of raw meat from the cutting board.
Today he was restless. His ears kept swiveling toward the balcony door and his claws flexed against the marble countertop.
"Nightmare again?" you asked quietly, sliding a plate of seared beef strips toward him.
He didnโt answer immediately. Instead he dragged you closer by the waistband of your sleep shorts, burying his face against your stomach and inhaling deeply.
"Fighting ring" he muttered finally. "Chains. Lights. The handler with the poleโฆ he laughed when I bit him."
Your hand found the base of his ear, stroking gently. A deep purr rolled through him despite the tension in his shoulders.
"Youโre safe now" you whispered. "Here. With me."
He nodded against your shirt but didnโt pull away until the purr steadied. Small breakthroughs like this still felt precious, moments where the wary, caged predator softened into something almost domestic.
You left for work with his scent heavy on your skin. Heโd made sure of it, rubbing his wrists along your arms and neck before you reached the door. A silent claim for anyone at the shelter who might forget.
The whispers started the moment you stepped into the staff lounge. "Did you hear? She actually kept the snow leopard"
"HK-0047? The one who almost killed Choi?"
"Insane. Parkโs furious."
You kept your head down, pouring coffee like the rumors didnโt burn. Director Park had been watching you closer since the adoption. Surprise welfare inspections had already happened twice. The latest report on your desk yesterday had been blunt: "Ongoing concerns regarding adopter suitability for high-risk hybrid. Recommend mandatory progress evaluations."
You crumpled the memo in your fist before anyone could see.
The day dragged. Two new intakes: a pair of traumatized otter hybrids, kept you busy until late afternoon. When your phone buzzed with a message from home, your heart skipped.
From Hongjoong: Front door smells wrong. Come back soon.
He rarely texted. Youโd bought him a phone months ago mostly for emergencies, but he preferred waiting by the door like a sentinel.
You clocked out early.
The apartment hallway carried a faint trace of unfamiliar scent: sterile, official. Welfare department. Your stomach twisted as you unlocked the door.
Hongjoong was waiting just inside, back pressed to the wall, tail lashing violently. His ears were flat, pupils blown wide. The moment you stepped in he pulled you against his chest, arms wrapping tight, nose pushing into your hair.
"Two of them" he growled. "Human male and female. Said they needed to assess living conditions. I let them look. Didnโt touch anything. But they smelled like the shelter. Like cages."
You hugged him back, rubbing slow circles between his shoulder blades until the tension eased.
"Iโm sorry. I should have warned you inspections might continue."
He pulled back just enough to look at you. "They asked how often you restrain me. If Iโve bitten you recently." His gaze dropped to the visible mark on your neck. "I wanted to show them exactly how you let me bite."
A tired laugh escaped you. "That wouldโve gone well."
Hongjoong didnโt smile. He guided you deeper into the apartment, tail still curled around your wrist. The space looked pristine, heโd even fluffed the couch cushions, but you could see the faint gouges where his claws had dug into the doorframe while he waited.
That evening you tried something new. "Letโs go for a walk. The park across the street. After dark, when itโs quiet."
His ears perked slightly, though suspicion lingered in his eyes. "Outside?"
"Youโve been cooped up too long. Just ten minutes. Iโll stay right beside you."
He agreed, but not without first scent-marking you again, thoroughly. By the time you stepped into the elevator heโd rubbed against your sides so insistently you smelled like a walking snow leopard territory marker.
The night air was cool. Hongjoong stayed glued to your side, one hand fisted in the back of your jacket, the other flexing at his side. His ears swiveled constantly, catching every rustle of leaves and distant car horn. But when you reached the small wooded section of the park and moonlight filtered through the trees, something in him shifted.
He stopped beneath an old oak, tilting his head back to stare at the sky. His tail stilled. For a moment the city faded and you glimpsed the wild creature he might have been: hair glowing, powerful shoulders relaxed, eyes reflecting starlight.
"Smells like home" he whispered. "Not the mountains exactlyโฆ but closer."
You leaned against the tree beside him. "We could go someday. Real snow. Somewhere remote."
His hand found yours, claws carefully retracted. "Youโd do that? For me?"
"Iโd do anything for you."
A genuine purr rumbled out: loud, unrestrained. He turned and nuzzled into your neck right there under the trees, licking over your pulse point until your knees weakened.
Back home the mood stayed soft. You cooked together: him handing you ingredients, you letting him taste the sauce straight from the spoon. He purred the entire time, a constant low vibration that made the kitchen feel smaller, warmer.
Later, curled on the couch with a drama playing quietly, Hongjoongโs head rested in your lap. You stroked between his ears while his tail draped across your thighs.
Peaceful moments like this made the shadows feel distant.
Until your phone rang. Unknown number. You almost ignored it, but something made you answer.
A gravelly voice spoke without greeting. "Tell the snow cat we havenโt forgotten him. The raid took a lot from us. He still owes blood."
The line went dead.
Hongjoong sat up slowly, ears pinned, eyes glowing with old fury. "Who?" he asked, voice dangerously calm.
You swallowed. "Someone from the fighting ring. They know youโre out."
His claws unsheathed, digging into the cushion. The peaceful purr from minutes ago was gone, replaced by a low, warning growl that rattled the windows.
"They wonโt touch you" he said. "Not while Iโm breathing."
You reached for him, but he was already standing, pacing the length of the living room with fluid, predatory grace. The domestic house cat from dinner had vanished. In his place stood the fighter who had survived four years in a concrete box.
The fragile rhythm youโd built suddenly felt paper-thin.
That night his nightmares returned worse than ever. He woke snarling, claws slashing at invisible handlers, nearly catching your arm before he recognized you. The apology that followed was frantic: grooming licks across every inch of skin he could reach, tail wrapped so tightly around your waist it left faint marks.
You held him through it, whispering reassurances until dawn.
But as sunlight crept across the floor, your phone buzzed again. A message from Director Park: Mandatory welfare review scheduled for next week. Bring Hongjoong. Do not be late.
Hongjoong read the message over your shoulder, chest pressed to your back, arms caging you against the counter.
"They want to take me back" he said flatly.
You turned in his arms, cupping his face. "They wonโt. I wonโt let them."
His forehead dropped to yours. The purr that finally returned was shaky, uncertain.
"Iโm trying" he whispered. "To be good for you. To beโฆ enough."
"You are more than enough."
Yet as he kissed you, slow and deep, tasting of fear and fierce love, you felt the shadows lengthening. Old ghosts from the fighting ring reaching out. The shelter system closing in. The constant battle to prove that a broken snow leopard deserved the home youโd fought to give him.
Hongjoong pulled back, eyes burning with protective fire. "Let them come" he growled softly. "Iโve waited years for something worth fighting for."
He kissed the mating mark on your shoulder one last time, sealing the promise.
The welfare review was scheduled for a Thursday morning. You had spent three sleepless nights preparing: cleaning every surface until it gleamed, printing adoption papers and medical records, rehearsing calm answers to every possible question. Hongjoong watched you from the couch with flat ears and a tail that never stopped twitching.
"Theyโre going to take me" he said on the morning of the review. His voice was quiet, stripped of its usual growl. He stood by the window in black sweatpants and one of your oversized hoodies, hair still messy from your fingers the night before. "I can smell it on you. Fear."
You crossed the room and cupped his face. "They wonโt. I have rights. You have rights now."
His laugh was bitter. "Rights." He leaned into your touch anyway, eyes closing as you scratched behind his tufted ears. "I had rights in the fighting ring too. Look where that got me."
The drive to the shelter was silent except for the low, anxious rumble in his chest. His hand stayed clamped around your thigh the entire way, claws pricking denim but never breaking skin. When you pulled into the staff parking lot, two welfare officers were already waiting, clipboard in hand, expressions professionally blank.
Director Park stood behind them, arms crossed. His gaze flicked to Hongjoong with poorly concealed distaste.
The evaluation lasted four grueling hours. They interviewed you separately, then Hongjoong. They inspected the apartment photos youโd brought, asked invasive questions about your sex life, your sleeping arrangements, how often he "displayed aggressive behaviors."
Hongjoong sat through it with rigid posture and minimal words until one officer asked if he felt safe in your home.
His eyes snapped up. "Safer than I ever felt in yours."
They didnโt like that.
At the end of the review, the senior officer delivered the verdict with clinical detachment. "Given Subject HK-0047โs documented history of severe aggression and the recent anonymous threat reported to authorities, weโre mandating a two-week observational hold at the sanctuary for re-evaluation. This is standard protocol for high-risk cases."
You argued. You shouted. You threatened legal action and called every contact you had. None of it mattered. Two security hybrids, large bear mixes, escorted Hongjoong to a transport van while he stared at you with betrayed eyes.
"Donโt" he warned when you tried to reach for him. "Donโt make this harder."
The van doors closed. You stood in the parking lot watching red taillights disappear, feeling like your chest had been clawed open.
The two weeks without him were hell. You threw yourself into work, picking up extra shifts, volunteering for night inventory, anything to avoid the empty apartment that still smelled like cedar and snow. At night you slept in his hoodie, clutching the blanket heโd claimed months ago. His scent was already fading.
When the day finally came to collect him, you arrived early. Hongjoong was waiting in the intake room, thinner, eyes shadowed. Fresh scratches marked his forearms, self-inflicted, you suspected. The moment the release papers were signed he stood, but he didnโt run to you. He walked slowly, tail low, shoulders hunched like he was bracing for another blow.
The car ride home was worse than the ride there had been.
"You chose your job" he said suddenly, staring out the window. "Again."
"I fought for you every single day..."
"But you still work there." His voice cracked. "The same place that wanted me dead. The same place that locked me in a box for years. You go back every morning like nothing happened."
You gripped the steering wheel tighter. "Itโs how I can afford to keep you safe. The apartment, food, lawyers if we need them..."
"I donโt need lawyers. I need you." The last word broke.
When you reached home he went straight to the couch and curled into the corner, back facing the room. No purring. No nuzzling. Just silence.
The regression was brutal.
Over the next week Hongjoong barely spoke. He ate only when you forced food in front of him. He stopped sleeping in your bed, choosing instead the far end of the couch or the floor of the spare room. When you tried to touch him he would flinch or pull away with a low warning growl. Once, when you reached for his hand, he snapped, literally, teeth clicking shut inches from your fingers.
"Donโt" he snarled. "Iโm not your tame little pet anymore."
You recoiled, heart hammering. The pale scars on your collarbone from months ago suddenly itched.
Furniture suffered. One night you came home to find the scratching post in splinters and deep gouges in the coffee table. He didnโt apologize. He simply watched you clean it up with hollow eyes.
Then the clouded leopard came back.
His name was Minho, barely nineteen, still skittish, with faded bruises from his previous adoptive family. The shelter had called you in desperation; no one else had experience with him. You couldnโt say no. Not when he cried in the carrier, ears flat against his head.
You brought him home on a Tuesday evening. Hongjoong was waiting by the door like always. The moment he caught the younger hybridโs scent his entire body went rigid.
"No" he said flatly.
"Hongjoong, he has nowhere else-"
"I said no." His tail lashed hard enough to knock a lamp off the side table. It shattered. He didnโt flinch. "You bring him here after everything? After they took me away? You still choose them."
Minho whimpered from inside the carrier. You set the carrier down gently and turned to your snow leopard. "This isnโt choosing. He was abused. I can help him heal for a few weeks until we find a permanent home. Thatโs my job."
"Your job" Hongjoong echoed, voice dripping acid. "Always your job. Never me. Never us."
He stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door so hard the frame cracked.
Minho stayed in the spare room that night. You slept on the couch. Hongjoong didnโt come out until long after youโd left for work the next morning.
The jealousy festered. Hongjoong began lurking near the spare room door whenever you were inside with Minho. He would pace the hallway, low growls rumbling continuously. When you emerged smelling like clouded leopard fur and milk, Hongjoong would corner you in the kitchen, pressing you against the counter, nose buried in your neck as he tried to overwrite the scent with his own. But he wouldnโt kiss you. Wouldnโt purr. Just aggressive, desperate scent-marking that left you bruised and aching.
"You let him sleep in your arms once" he hissed one night, claws pricking your hips. "I remember. You think I forgot how that felt?"
"I was just doing my job" you whispered.
"Iโm not your job?" His laugh was broken. "Iโm your burden."
The fracture deepened every day.
The breaking point came on a rainy Friday night.
You returned from a long shift to find the apartment in chaos. Couch cushions shredded. Your favorite mug smashed. And Hongjoongโs phone lying on the floor with a single note typed on the screen: Iโm too broken for this. You deserve better. Donโt look for me.
Your heart stopped. You ran into the storm without a jacket, calling his name down empty streets. Rain soaked you instantly. Every shadow looked like his hair. Every alley made your chest ache with terror.
You found him at the edge of the park where youโd taken that first walk months ago. He was crouched under the same oak tree, soaked, ears flat, tail wrapped around himself. His claws dug deep into the wet earth.
You approached slowly. "Hongjoong."
He didnโt look up. "Go home."
"Iโm not leaving without you."
"Why?" He finally lifted his head. Rain mixed with tears on his face, something youโd never seen before. "Why keep fighting for something that keeps hurting you? I destroyed the apartment. I scared the kid. I nearly bit you again. Iโm exactly what they said I was. Dangerous. Irredeemable."
You knelt in the mud in front of him, ignoring the cold seeping through your jeans.
"Because I love you" you said fiercely. "Not the safe version. Not the healed version. You. The one who survived four years in hell. The one who waited for me outside that glass every day. The one whoโs terrified of losing the only home heโs ever had."
His breath hitched. You reached out slowly and cupped his wet cheek. "I will always choose you. Even when itโs hard. Even when the system tries to take you. Even when you push me away. Forever doesnโt mean only the good days, Hongjoong. It means all of them."
He broke. A raw, choked sound tore from his throat as he lunged forward, wrapping around you so tightly you could barely breathe. His face buried in your neck, fangs grazing skin without breaking it, body shaking with silent sobs. The rain poured harder but neither of you moved.
"Iโm scared" he admitted against your skin, voice muffled. "Every day Iโm scared youโll wake up and realize Iโm not worth the fight."
"You are worth everything."
He pulled back just enough to kiss you: desperate, messy, tasting of rain and salt. His tail curled around your waist, anchoring you to him. When he finally drew away, forehead pressed to yours, some of the ice in his eyes had thawed.
"I donโt want to run anymore" he whispered.
"Then donโt." You stroked his soaked hair. "Come home. Weโll fix the couch. Weโll find Minho a better place. Weโll fight the system together. But no more leaving."
He nodded, ears twitching forward slightly.
Back at the apartment he helped you clean in silence, though his hands still trembled. Later, after Minho was settled and the worst of the mess was cleared, Hongjoong pulled you into the bedroom. He didnโt initiate sex, just held you under the covers, body curled protectively around yours, tail draped over your hip.
"I meant it" he murmured into your hair as sleep finally claimed him. "Forever. Even when Iโm broken."
You kissed the top of his head, feeling the steady rumble of his purr start again for the first time in weeks.
"Forever" you promised.
The heatwave hit Seoul like a slap. Temperatures climbed to 38ยฐC by midday and the apartmentโs old air conditioner rattled uselessly against the thick, humid air. Even with every window cracked and fans running on high, the space felt like a sauna. You came home from the shelter drenched in sweat, shirt sticking to your back, only to find the living room empty and unnervingly quiet.
"Hongjoong?" you called, kicking off your shoes.
No answer. But the scent in the air had changed: thicker, darker, laced with something musky and fever-hot that made your pulse jump.
You found him in the bedroom, door half-shut, lights off. He had dragged every blanket and pillow into a makeshift nest on the floor beside the bed. Hongjoong lay curled in the center of it, shirtless, sweat-slick hair plastered to his forehead. His ears were pinned flat, tail lashing restlessly against the sheets. The moment you pushed the door open his head snapped up, eyes glowing with something wild and barely contained.
"Get out" he growled, voice shredded.
You froze in the doorway. "Whatโs wrong?"
His claws dug into the mattress. "Rut. First real one sinceโฆ since before the shelter." He squeezed his eyes shut, body shuddering. "It came on fast. Too fast. You need to leave. Lock the door. Donโt come back until itโs over."
You stepped inside instead.
Hongjoong snarled, low and warning. "I said get out! I wonโt be gentle. I wonโt be me. Iโll hurt you-"
"You wonโt" you said softly, closing the door behind you. The heat in the room was stifling, rolling off him in waves. "Iโm not leaving you to suffer alone for days."
He laughed, broken and bitter. "You donโt understand. This isnโt like before. This isโฆ instinct. Iโll knot you. Iโll bite. Iโll say things-" His hips jerked involuntarily against the nest, a helpless grind that made him hiss through his teeth. "Please. I waited years in a cage. Donโt make me lose control with the only person who matters."
You knelt at the edge of the nest. Sweat already beaded on your skin. "Then lose control with me. I trust you."
His eyes snapped open, pupils blown wide, only a thin ring of brown left. For a long second he just stared, chest heaving. Then something in him snapped.
He moved faster than you could track, strong hands grabbing your waist, dragging you into the nest with him. Fabric tore as he ripped your shirt open, mouth latching onto your neck with a desperate groan. The bite wasnโt gentle; fangs sank in just enough to sting, marking over the old scar as fresh heat flooded your veins.
"So mine" he rasped against your skin. "Been holding it back for weeks. Smelling you every day. Other hybrids on your clothes. Couldnโt take it anymore."
You gasped as his hands shoved your pants down, claws carefully retracted but still scraping deliciously. The air felt too thick, too hot, but his body against yours was hotter. He flipped you onto your back in the nest, hovering above you with trembling arms. His hair curtained around your face.
"Last chance" he growled.
You pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him hard.
That was all the permission he needed.
Hongjoong devoured you. His mouth claimed yours with bruising force, tongue sliding deep while his hands mapped every inch of sweat-slick skin. He tore the rest of your clothes away, then shoved his own sweatpants down, freeing his cock already flushed dark, leaking, the base beginning to swell with the promise of a knot.
He didnโt tease. He pushed your thighs apart and slid two fingers into you without warning, curling them instantly against that spot that made your back arch. A deep, satisfied purr-rumble tore from his chest when he found you already wet.
"Always so ready for me" he muttered, adding a third finger, stretching you. "Gonna fill you up. Gonna breed this pretty pussy until it takes."
The filthy words sent heat spiraling through you. You rocked against his hand, moaning his name. He licked the sweat from your throat, then lower, sucking hard on one nipple while his tail curled around your thigh, holding you open.
When he finally replaced his fingers with his cock, he thrust in with one powerful snap of his hips, burying himself to the hilt. You cried out at the sudden fullness. He didnโt pause: couldnโt. He fucked you hard and deep, hips snapping with desperate rhythm, the wet slap of skin echoing in the stifling room.
"Fuck, so tight. So perfect," he snarled, fangs grazing your collarbone. "Gonna knot you. Keep you full of me for days."
You dug your nails into his back, legs wrapping around his waist. His tail slid higher, the soft, fluffy tip brushing teasingly over your clit with every thrust. The dual sensation: his thick cock stretching you and the silky tail stroking you, pushed you over the edge fast. You came with a broken moan, clenching around him.
Hongjoong growled in triumph but didnโt slow. He fucked you through it, then flipped you onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and slamming back in from behind. The new angle made you see stars. His chest pressed to your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder as he rutted into you with feral intensity.
By the time his knot began to catch on every thrust, you were shaking, oversensitive and pleading. He reached around to rub your clit with two fingers, purring hot against your ear.
"Come again. Want to feel you milk my knot."
You shattered a second time as his knot swelled fully, locking him deep inside. Hongjoong roared: raw, primal, grinding against you as he came in thick, endless pulses, flooding you until it leaked around his knot. The heat of it, the pressure, the way his body trembled against yours, left you boneless.
But he wasnโt done.
The rut held him for hours. He stayed locked inside you for nearly forty minutes, licking lazily at the fresh bite marks on your shoulders and neck while his knot pulsed. When it finally went down he pulled out only to flip you again, this time pulling you on top so you could ride him. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he guided you, eyes half-lidded with lust and something deeper.
"Look at me while you take my cock" he demanded.
You did. Sweat dripped down your bodies. The heatwave outside was nothing compared to the inferno between you. He came again like that, knot swelling as you ground down on him, his tail wrapping around your waist to hold you flush while he pumped you full.
The second day blurred into a haze of sex and tenderness.
He took you against the wall, in the shower (which did nothing to cool you both), bent over the kitchen counter when you tried to bring water and food. Every surface carried his scent and yours. He marked you constantly: rubbing his wrists and cheeks over your skin, licking every inch, biting fresh claims across your breasts and inner thighs.
Between waves he grew softer. Heโd curl around you in the ruined nest, purring loudly while grooming your hair with careful licks. He fed you water and pieces of fruit by hand, nuzzling your stomach with something like awe.
"Want it to take" he whispered once, palm spread over your lower belly. "Want to see you round with my kits. Want a family thatโs ours."
You stroked his ears, exhausted and glowing. "One day. When weโre ready. When you feel safe."
His eyes shimmered. "You make me feel safe. Even like this."
On the third morning the fever finally broke.
Hongjoong woke curled tightly around you, knot gone, cock soft against your thigh. The apartment smelled like sex and sweat and him. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gentler now as the heatwave eased.
He stared at the marks covering your body: bites, bruises, claiming scrapes and his ears flattened with guilt.
"I hurt you" he whispered, voice hoarse.
You cupped his cheek. "You didnโt. I wanted it. I wanted all of you."
He buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. The purr that rolled through him was softer than it had been in days: content, grateful. He spent the next hour in pure aftercare: licking every mark with soothing strokes of his tongue, massaging sore muscles, carrying you to the shower and washing you gently with cool water. His hands lingered on every curve, reverent now instead of desperate.
Later, wrapped in fresh sheets on the bed (the nest had been destroyed beyond saving), he pulled you against his chest. His tail draped over your hip, fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.
"I was scared youโd see the monster and leave" he admitted quietly. "The fighting ringโฆ they forced ruts sometimes. For shows. I never wanted you to see that side of me."
You kissed his collarbone. "I love every side of you. The fighter. The scared one. The one who purred while I cooked. The one who knotted me so full I still feel you."
His purr deepened, rumbling through both of you. "I donโt want to go back to the shelter ever again" he said. "Not even for a day. I want to build something real with you. A life. Maybeโฆ someday help other hybrids who have nowhere else."
You smiled against his skin. "Weโll fight for that. Together."
He tilted your chin up and kissed you slow, deep, no heat of rut left, only love and quiet promise.
The apartment was a wreck. Furniture scratched, sheets ruined, air still heavy with the scent of three days of claiming.
The weeks following Hongjoongโs rut were quieter, softer around the edges. The apartment still carried the faint musk of days spent locked together, but the frenzy had settled into something steadier. He touched you constantly now: small brushes of his tail against your calf while you cooked, his cheek rubbing along your shoulder when you passed each other in the hallway, fingers laced tightly even while watching television. The pale scars and fresh bite marks across your body had become badges he traced with reverent claws every night.
Yet the peace was fragile.
It shattered on a humid Tuesday evening.
You were unlocking the apartment door when Hongjoongโs low, dangerous growl rolled from inside. The sound raised every hair on your arms. You pushed the door open to find three men standing in your living room. Two were large wolf hybrids in dark suits, the third a scarred human with cold eyes and a tattoo of interlocking chains on his neck: the same symbol from the old Incheon fighting ring reports.
Hongjoong stood between them and you, ears pinned flat, fangs bared, tail lashing like a whip. His claws were fully extended.
"They broke in" he snarled. "Said I still belong to them. Property."
The human smiled thinly. "HK-0047 was one of our best earners before your little raid. Blood debt still stands. Weโve got paperwork from before the sanctuary laws changed. Heโs unregistered stock. Legally ours to reclaim."
Your blood ran cold. You stepped forward despite Hongjoongโs warning growl. "Get out of my home."
One of the wolf hybrids cracked his knuckles. "Make us, little human."
What happened next was a blur of violence. Hongjoong exploded forward in a silver streak, tackling the nearest wolf with a roar that shook the windows. Claws slashed. Furniture overturned. You grabbed the heavy metal lamp from the side table and swung it hard into the second intruderโs knee. The human pulled a syringe, probably the same tranquilizers used in the old fights, but Hongjoongโs tail whipped around his wrist, snapping bone with a sickening crack.
Security from the building arrived minutes later, drawn by the noise. The intruders fled, but not before the leader spat a final threat: "This isnโt over. Court dateโs already set. Heโll be back in the ring where he belongs."
That night Hongjoong wouldnโt let you out of his arms. He paced the ruined living room with you pressed to his chest, licking frantically at your neck, wrists, anywhere he could reach, as if reaffirming you were still his. His purr was fractured, more vibration of fear than comfort.
"I wonโt go back" he whispered against your hair. "Iโd rather die free than fight in a cage again."
"Youโre not going anywhere" you promised, holding his face. "Weโll fight this. Legally. Together."
The next morning you quit your job at the shelter.
Director Park didnโt hide his relief. "It was only a matter of time. That hybrid was always going to drag you down."
You looked him dead in the eye. "He saved my life more times than youโll ever know. Keep your cage. Weโre building something better."
Legal fees drained your savings fast. You hired the best hybrid rights lawyer you could afford; an older red panda hybrid named Attorney Seo who specialized in fighting ring survivors. She took one look at Hongjoongโs records and shook her head.
"This wonโt be easy. Pre-law ownership documents are tricky. But his growth, your relationship and his willingness to testify could turn it."
Preparation consumed the following month. Hongjoongโs nightmares returned with a vengeance. Heโd wake up snarling, claws buried in the mattress, then immediately seek you out, curling around your body like a living shield. During the day he trained himself to speak clearly about his trauma, practicing testimony in front of the mirror while you sat on the bed offering gentle corrections.
"I was forced to fight" he recited one evening, voice steady despite the way his tail trembled. "I killed because they would kill me if I didnโt. But I never wanted it. Not once."
You pulled him into your arms afterward, kissing the tension from his ears until he purred.
Court day arrived under gray skies.
The courtroom was packed: reporters, hybrid activists, a few shelter colleagues who had quietly supported you. Hongjoong wore a simple black button-up and slacks youโd chosen together. He looked devastatingly beautiful and heartbreakingly nervous, ears twitching at every camera flash.
The syndicateโs lawyer painted him as a dangerous animal: violent history, aggression reports, the attack on you months ago. They presented old fight footage. The room murmured uncomfortably.
Then it was your turn. You took the stand and told everything: the day youโd stopped his euthanasia, the long silence after his attack, the slow rebuilding of trust, the rut, the love that had grown through every fracture. Your voice only shook once, when you described finding him in the rain ready to run because he thought he was too broken for you.
When Hongjoong took the stand, the room fell completely silent. He looked small for the first time, powerful snow leopard reduced to a survivor on a wooden chair. His tail curled tightly around his own ankle. His eyes found yours in the gallery and held. "I was taken as a cub" he began, voice low but clear. "Trained with pain and starvation. I survived by becoming what they wanted. When the sanctuary took me, they planned to kill me because I was too angry to fix. She..." He looked at you again. "She saw something else. She gave me a home when no one else would. She stayed even when I hurt her. Even when I pushed her away."
His claws flexed against his thighs.
"Iโm not property. Iโm not a fighter anymore. Iโm hers. And sheโs mine. I want to build a life with her. Help other hybrids who are still trapped. Iโm asking the court to let me choose my future."
The silence that followed was deafening.
Attorney Seoโs closing argument was sharp and passionate. Evidence of the syndicateโs ongoing illegal operations was presented. Your financial records showing youโd sacrificed your career. Medical reports proving Hongjoongโs improved mental health under your care.
The judge deliberated for three hours.
When she returned, the verdict was clear. "Subject HK-0047 is hereby granted full hybrid citizenship rights. All prior ownership claims are nullified. The court recognizes the adoptive bond and recommends ongoing monitoring only for the first year. Case closed."
The courtroom erupted. Hongjoong vaulted over the barrier in one fluid leap and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck as cameras flashed around you. His purr was loud enough to drown out the noise, tail wrapped so tightly around your waist it was almost painful.
"You did it" you whispered, tears streaming.
"We did it" he corrected, voice thick.
Two weeks later you drove through winding mountain roads, snow beginning to fall in soft flurries. Hongjoongโs face was pressed to the passenger window, eyes wide with wonder. He had never seen real snow outside of grainy shelter documentaries.
The cabin youโd rented was small and perfect: wooden beams, a stone fireplace, wide windows overlooking white-covered pines. No city noise. No cameras. Just silence and wilderness.
On the third night, under a sky thick with stars, you held a private mating ceremony. No officials. No guests. Just the two of you.
You stood barefoot in the snow wearing a simple white sweater and sweatpants. Hongjoong wore black, hair loose and glowing under moonlight. He carried a small blade youโd sterilized earlier.
He went first. With careful precision he pressed the blade to his palm, drawing a thin line of blood. Then he did the same to yours. You pressed your palms together, blood mixing as snowflakes landed on your joined hands.
"I claim you" he said solemnly, voice carrying through the cold air. "Not as property. As my mate. My home. My future. In blood and snow and everything that comes after."
You repeated the words back to him, tears freezing on your lashes.
Then he kissed you: slow, deep, tasting of blood and forever. His tail curled around your leg as he lowered you into the soft snow, body covering yours. This time there was no rut frenzy, only reverence. He made love to you under the stars, slow rolls of his hips, whispered "I love you"s between kisses, fangs grazing but never breaking skin again.
Afterward he wrapped you in blankets on the cabin porch, purring loud and steady while snow fell around you.
"I want to open a sanctuary" he said quietly, chin resting on your head. "Small. Just for the ones who were like me. The ones they wanted to put down. We could do it together."
You smiled against his chest. "We will. Weโll make sure no one else waits four years behind glass."
He nuzzled your mating mark, the fresh ceremonial scar now joining the others.
For the first time since youโd met him through reinforced glass, Hongjoongโs eyes held no shadows. Only snow, starlight, and boundless future.
"Forever?" he asked, the old insecurity still faintly there.
Can you write about snow leopard hongjoong x human reader where she works at a hybrid shelter and he had been there for a long time and they were gonna put him down due to aggression so she adopts him
She wasnโt scared of him at first until he attacked her so then she just left him in peace and doesnโt bother him anymore
Until he gets anxious about her being around other hybrids and makes it up to her and it goes into smut
Cold as snow
Snow leopard hybrid!Hongjoong x human!reader
Hybrid AU, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff
Wc:~5.9k
Part 2
Warnings: mention of euthanasia, past animal cruelty and fighting ring, violence (attack, clawing, blood), isolation and emotional neglect, possessiveness/territorial behavior, smut, unprotected sex, oral, creampie, use of tail?
The fluorescent lights in the east wing of Seoul Hybrid Sanctuary always buzzed like dying insects. You had stopped noticing the sound years ago, the way most people stop hearing their own heartbeat until something forces them to listen. But today the buzz felt louder, angrier, as though the bulbs themselves knew what was scheduled for Room 47 at 3:00 pm.
You stood outside the reinforced glass door, clipboard pressed against your chest like a shield. The chart on top bore Hongjoongโs name in red ink, never a good sign. Red meant high-risk, aggression history, repeat escape attempts, and, most recently, euthanasia approved. The signature at the bottom belonged to Director Park, who had never once hesitated when signing off on a hybrid deemed irredeemable.
Inside the room, Hongjoong sat on the far edge of the metal cot, knees drawn up, tail wrapped tightly around his ankles. The snow leopard hybrid had always been striking, even in captivity. His hair fell in uneven silver-white strands past his shoulders, ears tufted and restless, constantly flicking toward every sound in the corridor. Those eyes: deep brown, never softened. They tracked movement the way a predator tracks prey that hasnโt yet realized itโs already been chosen.
He had been here four years and seven months. Longer than almost any other hybrid in the high-security wing. Most aggressive cases either improved enough to be rehomed orโฆ didnโt. Hongjoong refused both paths. He didnโt improve. He didnโt die. He simply endured, growing sharper and quieter with each passing season.
You had first noticed him during intake. A midnight raid on an illegal fighting ring in Incheon; thirty-seven hybrids pulled from cages reeking of blood and fear. Hongjoong had been the only one who didnโt cower when the lights came on. He stood in the center of his pen, spine straight, lips peeled back just enough to show fang. When the rescue team breached the enclosure he didnโt run. He lunged, straight at the handler holding the capture pole. Three officers and a tranquilizer dart to the shoulder later, he was dragged unconscious into the transport van. The report noted: "Subject displays unusually high prey-drive response toward humans. Recommend permanent isolation."
That was the beginning.
Over the years you watched him from a distance. You werenโt assigned to his case: senior staff handled the dangerous ones, but you passed his room every shift. Sometimes he ignored you completely. Sometimes he tracked your footsteps with slow, deliberate turns of his head. Once, when a new volunteer dropped a metal tray outside his door, the crash echoed down the hall and Hongjoong exploded off his cot, slamming both palms against the glass so hard it spiderwebbed. He didnโt roar. He didnโt hiss. He simply stared through the fracture lines, pupils blown wide, chest heaving, until security arrived with the stun baton.
After that they tripled the thickness of the glass.
You werenโt supposed to talk to him. Policy forbade personal interaction with red-chart cases unless under direct supervision. But rules had always felt elastic to you. On slow nights you would linger just outside the range of the hallway camera, speaking in the soft monotone you used for frightened kittens and traumatized wolf pups.
"I know you can hear me" youโd murmur. "Iโm not coming in. Justโฆ letting you know someoneโs here."
He never answered. Not once. But he listened. You could tell because his ears would stop flicking wildly and angle toward your voice. His tail would loosen its death grip on his own legs. Sometimes his eyes would slide sideways, catching yours through the reinforced barrier, and hold there for one long, unreadable second before he looked away.
It wasnโt friendship. It wasnโt trust. It was acknowledgment: You exist. I see you. I havenโt killed you yet.
That small ritual carried on for nearly three years.
Then the notice came down. Director Park called an all-staff meeting at 8:00 am on a Tuesday in March. The conference room smelled of burnt coffee and antiseptic. Twenty-three employees sat in folding chairs while the director paced in front of a projected spreadsheet titled "Capacity Reallocation Q1 20XX."
"We are currently twenty-eight percent over safe occupancy" Park said, tapping the screen. "The Ministry has threatened to pull funding unless we reduce high-maintenance cases by fifteen percent before the next audit. Iโve reviewed every file. Unfortunately, several long-term residents have not responded to rehabilitation protocols."
A murmur moved through the room. Park clicked to the next slide. Hongjoongโs intake photo filled the screen: younger, angrier, lip split and one ear torn. Below it ran the red banner: Subject HK-0047 โ SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID โ EUTHANASIA SCHEDULED XX SEP 20XX @ 15:00.
Your stomach dropped so violently you tasted bile.
Someone (Minji from intake) raised her hand. "Has heโฆ shown any recent improvement?"
Parkโs mouth thinned. "He mauled Handler Choi last month during routine health screening. Four-inch lacerations to the forearm. Choi needed thirty-two stitches and is still on medical leave. That was the third incident in six months."
Another click. Security footage began to play, silent and grainy.
Hongjoong crouched in the corner of an exam room. A handler approached with a syringe. The moment the needle glinted, Hongjoong moved faster than should have been possible in the small space. One second he was still; the next he had the handler pinned facedown, teeth buried in the meat of the manโs shoulder. Blood bloomed dark across the white tile.
The video cut off.
Park folded his arms. "Weโve exhausted every option. Behavioral enrichment, scent therapy, even pharmacological intervention. Nothing works. Heโs not adoptable. Heโs barely containable. The decision has been made."
The room stayed quiet after that. You didnโt speak during the rest of the meeting. You didnโt speak when everyone filed out. You walked straight to the east wing supply closet, locked yourself inside among shelves of bleach and kibble and cried so hard your throat felt raw.
Then you dried your face, straightened your uniform and went to find Director Park.
He was in his office, already filling out the final disposition form.
You didnโt knock.
"Iโm taking him" you said.
Park looked up slowly, pen still poised above the paper. "Excuse me?"
"Hongjoong. HK-0047. Iโm adopting him. Today."
For a moment the only sound was the wall clock ticking. Then Park laughed, short, disbelieving. "Youโve read his file."
"Iโve read it more times than you have."
"He nearly killed a handler last month."
"He didnโt kill him. He could have. He didnโt."
"That isnโt the point-"
"It is to me."
Park removed his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "You understand what youโre asking? If he hurts you or anyone else in your building the liability falls entirely on you. No shelter insurance. No legal protection. Youโll be blacklisted from every hybrid-related job in the country. And if he kills someoneโฆ" He let the sentence hang.
"I know."
He studied you for a long minute. "Why him?"
You didnโt have a clean answer. Not one that would satisfy bureaucracy. So you gave him the truth youโd been carrying for years.
"Because no one else ever stayed outside his door and talked to him just because they wanted to. Because every time I walked past that room I felt like I was leaving a piece of myself behind. Because if we kill him tomorrow, Iโll spend the rest of my life knowing I could have tried."
Park exhaled through his nose. "Youโre insane."
"Maybe."
He stared at the form another moment, then slid it into the shredder beside his desk. The machine whirred.
"Get the paperwork started with admin" he said quietly. "You have until 14:30 to sign everything and take possession. After that, heโs your responsibility. Completely."
You nodded once and left before he could change his mind.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of forms, liability waivers, emergency contact sheets and a mandatory psych evaluation you barely passed because the counselor kept asking if you understood the danger and you kept saying yes.
At 2:15 pm you stood outside Room 47 with a transport crate on wheels (protocol oblige), a heavy-duty collar-and-leash set no one expected you to actually use and a heart that felt too large for your ribcage.
A security officer unlocked the door.
Hongjoong was already on his feet. He didnโt growl. He didnโt bare teeth. He simply watched as you stepped inside alone, closing the door behind you.
The room smelled of metal, antiseptic and the faint musk of snow leopard: clean, cold, wild.
You set the crate down slowly.
"Iโm not here to trick you" you said, keeping your voice low and even. "They were going to kill you today. I told them no. Iโm taking you home instead."
His ears flattened slightly. Tail tip twitched once.
"I know you donโt trust me. I know you have no reason to. But Iโm not leaving this room without you and Iโm not dragging you out in chains. So you have two choices." You lifted your empty hands. "Walk out with me, or I sit here until they come in with the needle anyway."
Silence stretched thin and dangerous. Then Hongjoong moved. Not toward you, past you. He circled the small space once, twice, tail brushing the wall. His gaze never left your face.
When he finally stopped, he was close enough that you could see the faint scars running through his left eyebrow, the way his pupils flexed in the dim light. He spoke for the first time in four years and seven months. His voice was low, rough from disuse. "Youโre going to regret this."
You swallowed once. "I know."
He studied you another long moment. Then he walked to the crate, crouched and climbed inside without being asked.
The latch clicked shut. You carried rolled him out of the east wing, past staring coworkers, past the security desk, past the front doors into late-afternoon sunlight he hadnโt felt in years.
He didnโt speak again during the drive. But when you reached your apartment and opened the crate door, he didnโt bolt. He stepped out slowly, tail low, ears swiveling, taking in the new space: the living room, the kitchen, the bedroom down the hall.
You stayed by the front door, giving him distance. He turned to look at you once, eyes unreadable. Then he padded silently to the farthest corner of the couch, curled into a tight ball and closed his eyes. Not trust. Not gratitude. Justโฆ survival. For now.
You stood there a long time, watching the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the faint twitch of his tail even in sleep.
The first week felt like holding your breath underwater.
You came home from the shelter each evening expecting chaos: overturned furniture, shredded cushions, claw marks on the walls like territorial warnings. Instead the apartment was eerily still. Hongjoong claimed the far corner of the sectional sofa the moment you opened the crate that first afternoon and he hadnโt moved much since. He slept in tight coils, tail tucked over his nose, ears twitching at every street noise filtering through the single-paned windows. When he was awake he watched. Always watched.
You learned his patterns quickly because they were so rigidly consistent. He drank from the wide ceramic bowl youโd placed on the kitchen floor, never from the glass you left on the counter everyday, as though human containers carried contamination. He ate the high-protein hybrid kibble you poured at exactly 7:00 pm, picking through it with delicate precision, leaving anything that smelled faintly of vegetables or grain. And every night at 11:43 pm (you checked the clock the first three times) he padded silently to the balcony door, sat with his back to the glass, and stared out at the city lights until dawn.
You gave him space. Not because you were afraid but because every book, every training seminar, every whispered story from veteran handlers said the same thing: forced proximity with a long-term isolation case was the fastest way to trigger a defensive snap. So you moved carefully. You spoke in the same soft monotone youโd used outside his shelter room, never raising your voice, never making sudden gestures. You announced your intentions before you acted.
"Iโm going to turn on the kitchen light now."
"Iโm opening the fridge."
"Iโm taking a shower, itโll take twenty minutes."
He never answered, but his ears would flick in your direction, acknowledging receipt. That small reaction felt like victory.
You bought things for him in careful increments, never all at once so it wouldnโt feel like overwhelming charity. A thick wool blanket the color of fresh snow (he ignored it for three days, then dragged it behind the couch and slept on it). A scratching post taller than you were, he tested it once with slow, deliberate drags of his claws, left faint silvery streaks in the sisal, then never touched it again. A wide, water fountain because the shelter notes said snow leopards preferred moving water, he drank from it exclusively after the first night, tail tip curling in what might have been approval.
You didnโt try to touch him. Not even close. You didnโt try to make eye contact for longer than a second. You didnโt sit on the couch if he was already there. Instead you took the armchair across the room, or the floor cushion by the coffee table, or, when your legs ached from twelve-hour shifts, you sat at the kitchen island with your back to him, pretending to scroll through shelter reports on your tablet. You let him dictate the distance.
And slowly, almost imperceptibly, the apartment began to smell like him. Not overpoweringly, just enough that when you came home after a long day the familiar musk of clean fur, cold stone and faint cedar greeted you before the smell of last nightโs takeout did. It wasnโt unpleasant. It wasโฆ grounding. Like the apartment had finally decided to belong to someone other than you.
You started talking to him again, the way you had through the glass. Not expecting answers. Just filling the quiet.
"The new kid in intake today cried the whole transport. Wolf-dog mix, maybe sixteen months old. Kept asking for his mom. Broke my heart."
Or: "Director Park asked if youโd torn the place apart yet. I told him youโre neater than I am."
Or, once, very quietly after a particularly bad day: "Iโm glad youโre here. Even if you never speak to me."
He never responded, but he never left the room when you spoke either. It felt like progress.
Then came the evening that would change everything. Youโd had a double shift: two emergency intakes, a fight in the large-cat wing that required sedation of three tigers, and a power outage that sent half the shelter into backup-generator panic. By the time you dragged yourself through the front door at 10:17 pm, every muscle ached and your scrubs smelled like fear-sweat and antiseptic.
You kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag, flicked on the entryway light.
Hongjoong was already sitting upright on the couch, ears pinned flat, pupils blown so wide the amber irises were thin rings.
You froze. "Hey" you said softly. "Long day. Iโm just gonna-"
You took one step toward the kitchen. He moved. Not the slow, deliberate prowl youโd grown accustomed to. This was explosive, silent, liquid violence. One heartbeat he was on the cushion; the next he was across the room, claws out, slamming you back against the wall beside the coat rack. Your skull cracked against plaster. His forearm pressed across your throat, not choking, but pinning. His other hand braced beside your head, claws sunk into drywall. Hot breath fanned your cheek. His tail lashed hard enough to knock a framed photo to the floor; glass shattered somewhere unimportant.
You didnโt scream. Training kicked in: donโt scream, donโt struggle, donโt challenge. You went limp instead, eyes fixed on the middle distance past his shoulder, breathing shallow and even.
He snarled, low, guttural, more vibration than sound. "You reek" he rasped, voice shredded from disuse. "Other cats. Dogs. Fear. Blood."
His nose dragged along your jaw, inhaling sharply. "Mine" he hissed, the word torn out like it hurt him to say it. "This place. Mine."
You swallowed carefully around the pressure on your throat. "Iโm sorry" you whispered. "I didnโt realize-"
His claws flexed. Pinpricks of pain bloomed along your collarbone where fabric tore. Then, abruptly, he released you. He stepped back three paces, tail whipping, chest heaving. His ears stayed flat. His pupils hadnโt shrunk.
You slid down the wall until your knees hit the floor, hands trembling so badly you clasped them between your thighs to hide it. Hongjoong stared at you for another endless second. Then he turned, padded back to the couch, leapt onto the highest backrest and disappeared over the top into the shadowed corner heโd claimed as his den.
You stayed on the floor until your heartbeat stopped thundering in your ears. The scratches werenโt deep: three shallow lines across your collarbone, already clotting but they stung like betrayal.
You cleaned them in the bathroom with shaking hands, applied antiseptic, taped gauze over the worst of them. Then you changed into clean clothes, threw the blood-scented scrubs into the washer on hot and quietly set his dinner bowl down in its usual place.
He didnโt come out to eat that night. Or the next morning. You left the food anyway. Fresh water. A new blanket folded beside his old one.
From that moment on, you stopped trying. No more soft announcements before moving through the apartment. No more casual one-sided conversation. No more lingering in shared spaces.
You fed him on schedule, 7:00 pm exactly, then retreated to your bedroom with the door closed. You showered with the fan on to drown out any sound he might make. You worked late at the shelter whenever possible, taking extra shifts just to delay coming home to the suffocating silence.
When you were home, you became a ghost in your own apartment. You used the armchair only when he was clearly asleep. You walked wide arcs around the couch. You kept your gaze lowered, never meeting those glacial eyes even by accident. You stopped buying things for him. No more blankets, no more toys, no more attempts to make the space feel welcoming. If he wanted comfort, he could use what was already there. If he wanted interaction, he could initiate it. He didnโt.
Days blurred into weeks. The apartment stayed clean, unnaturally so. He groomed obsessively, fur gleaming like fresh powder. He ate every bite of food you left. But he never once approached you.
Sometimes, late at night when you couldnโt sleep, you would sit on the floor of your bedroom with your back against the closed door and listen. You could hear him moving: soft footfalls, the faint drag of claws on hardwood when he stretched, the rhythmic thump of his tail against the couch frame when something outside startled him.
Once you thought you heard a low, rumbling sound that might have been a purr. You told yourself it was the refrigerator.
December arrived with rain that hammered the windows for days. Hongjoong took to sitting on the windowsill, nose almost touching the glass, watching water streak down in rivulets. You wondered if he missed snow. You wondered if he remembered mountains. You wondered if he hated you now, or if heโd simply gone back to the state heโd lived in for four years at the shelter: watchful, untouchable, alone.
You stopped wondering so loudly inside your own head. You stopped wondering at all. In January, you had settled into a routine that felt sustainable, if joyless. You woke at 5:45 am, showered, dressed, left his breakfast on the way out. You worked. You came home at whatever hour the shift ended, set dinner down without looking toward the living room, retreated to your room. You slept. You repeated.
The scratches healed into thin pale lines. You wore high-necked shirts to the shelter so no one would ask questions. No one did. You told yourself this was better. He was alive. He was safe. He wasnโt in a steel room waiting for a needle. That had to be enough. But sometimes, when you passed the couch and caught the faint scent of musk and fur, you felt the absence like a bruise you couldnโt stop pressing.
You had adopted him to save him. Instead youโd built a new cage. This one just had better lighting. And softer floors. And no cameras.
On one evening, you came home to find the food untouched. You paused in the doorway. The apartment was dark except for the blue glow of the city bleeding through the balcony glass. Hongjoong was on the windowsill again, back to you, tail curled tightly around his feet.
You set your bag down quietly, walked to the kitchen, poured fresh kibble anyway, set the bowl in its place. Then, because you couldnโt help it, you spoke for the first time in six weeks.
"Iโm sorry I smell like the shelter" you said to the darkness. "I canโt help it. Itโs on my skin now. Probably always will be."
Silence.
You exhaled. "Iโll sleep in the spare room tonight. Give you the whole place." (The spare room is the furthest from the living room)
You turned toward the hallway. Behind you, a low sound, barely audible. A single, rough word. "Wait."
You froze. He didnโt repeat it. He didnโt move. But the word hung between you like smoke. You waited another thirty seconds. Then you continued down the hall, closed the spare-room door behind you and sat on the edge of the bare mattress with your head in your hands.
He had spoken. After everything. One word. Wait. You didnโt know what it meant. You didnโt dare hope. But for the first time since you took him in, your heart beat fast enough to hurt.
The apartment had become a museum of careful distance. February slipped into March without fanfare. Snow gave way to rain that fell against the windows like a second skin. You kept the balcony door cracked at night for air, even though the city noise filtered in: sirens, distant laughter, the low rumble of delivery scooters. Hongjoong still perched on the windowsill most evenings, nose almost touching the glass, tail curled so tightly the tip trembled. You no longer spoke to announce your movements. You no longer spoke at all unless it was necessary: "Dinnerโs down." "Iโm heading out." "Good night."
He answered in monosyllables when he answered at all. "Yes." "No." "Fine."
That single "wait" from weeks ago had never been repeated. You told yourself it had been a fluke, a slip of the tongue after too many weeks of silence. You told yourself not to read meaning into it. You mostly succeeded.
Work became your anchor. The shelter was busier than ever. You started bringing home temporary cases: a pair of lynx kittens who needed bottle-feeding every three hours, a timid caracal recovering from a broken leg, a young clouded leopard hybrid who flinched at every sudden noise. They stayed in the spare bedroom youโd quietly converted into a nursery. You spent evenings there instead of the living room, rocking tiny bodies, murmuring lullabies, cleaning formula stains from your shirts.
Hongjoong noticed. At first it was subtle. His ears would flatten when you rolled a carrier past the couch. His tail would lash once, hard, against the cushion. He stopped sitting on the windowsill when the nursery door was open; instead he paced the hallway in slow, deliberate circuits, claws clicking faintly on hardwood. You pretended not to see.
One evening in late June you came home with a fox hybrid kit, barely weaned, red fur matted with street grime, trembling so violently his teeth chattered. You carried him straight to the bathroom for a warm bath. Hongjoong was already in the hallway when you stepped out of the elevator. He didnโt move aside. He stood in the center of the corridor, shoulders squared, pupils thin slits.
You paused. "I need to get him cleaned up" you said quietly. "Heโs freezing."
Hongjoongโs gaze dropped to the bundle in your arms. The kit whimpered, pressing his face into your neck. A low growl rolled out of Hongjoongโs chest, slow, continuous, like distant thunder. You met his eyes for the first time in months.
"Iโll keep him in the spare room" you said. "He wonโt be out here."
The growl cut off abruptly. Hongjoong stepped aside. You walked past without another word. That night the pacing started. Soft at first, footfalls up and down the hallway. Then faster. Then accompanied by the scrape of claws against baseboards. You lay awake in the spare room with the fox kit curled against your chest, listening to the restless rhythm on the other side of the door. At 3:17 am the pacing stopped.
You heard the soft thump of him jumping onto the couch. Then silence.
The next morning the food bowl was untouched again. You left it anyway.
Over the following weeks the pattern sharpened. Every time you brought home a new foster, every single time, Hongjoongโs behavior shifted. He would position himself between you and the nursery door when you rolled carriers inside. He would sit directly in your path when you left for work, forcing you to step around him. Once, when the clouded leopard hissed at you during a nail trim, Hongjoong appeared in the doorway so fast you didnโt see him move; he didnโt enter, just stood there, staring until the younger hybrid went quiet and hid under the bed.
You started leaving work earlier when possible, just to minimize the hours the fosters spent alone with him prowling the apartment. You told yourself it was protectiveness toward territory. You told yourself it wasnโt personal. You were lying.
May arrived with a heatwave that turned the city into a furnace. The air conditioner struggled; you kept it set to 24ยฐC and still woke up damp with sweat. The fox kit had been adopted out. The lynx kittens too. Only the clouded leopard remained, still skittish, still healing, still sleeping in the crook of your arm every night because thunderstorms made him cry.
Hongjoong stopped eating on the days you came home smelling strongest of the nursery. You found half-finished bowls shoved under the couch. Water left untouched. Once you discovered the scratching post dragged into the hallway and shredded to ribbons, fibers scattered like snow. You stopped bringing fosters home after that.
Director Park raised an eyebrow when you requested to cut back on temporary placements. "Everything okay at home?" he asked.
You smiled tightly. "Just need a break."
He didnโt push.
The apartment felt bigger without the soft sounds of kittens or the patter of small paws. It also felt colder. Hongjoong returned to the windowsill. But now he watched you. Not the city. You.
When you moved through the kitchen he tracked every step. When you sat in the armchair with a book he stared until you looked up, then looked away. When you showered he waited outside the bathroom door; you could see the shadow of his tail under the gap.
You started locking your bedroom door at night. Not because you were afraid he would hurt you. Because you were afraid of what might happen if he didnโt.
One night, you came home late, overtime covering a staff shortage. The apartment was dark except for the blue glow from the balcony. Hongjoong sat on the back of the couch, tail hanging down, swaying slowly like a metronome counting something only he could hear.
You set your bag down. "Iโm home" you said, habit more than expectation.
He didnโt answer. You walked past him toward the kitchen. His tail snapped out, curling around your wrist, not hard, but firm enough to stop you. You froze.
His voice came low, rough, barely above a whisper. "You smell like him again."
You looked down at the tail wrapped around your skin.
"The clouded leopard" he said. "His scentโs all over you. On your neck. Your arms. Your clothes."
You exhaled slowly. "He was scared tonight. Thunderstorm. I held him until he fell asleep."
Hongjoongโs grip tightened, just a fraction. "Then you came home to me smelling like him."
You met his eyes. Dark amber. Pupils blown wide in the dim light.
"Is that a problem?" you asked quietly.
He didnโt answer right away. His tail uncoiled from your wrist, slid up your arm, brushed the side of your neck where the kitten had nuzzled.
"Yes" he said finally.
"Why?"
"Because I thought-" His voice cracked. He swallowed. Tried again. "I thought when you brought me hereโฆ you chose me."
The words landed like stones in still water. You felt them ripple outward, touching every careful wall youโd built for months.
"I did choose you" you said.
"Then why do you keep bringing them home?" His ears flattened. "Why do you let them sleep in your arms? Why do you come back smelling like someone else?"
You took one careful step closer. He didnโt retreat.
"I brought them home because itโs my job" you said. "Because they needed somewhere safe. The same reason I brought you."
His tail lashed once. "Iโm not the same" he hissed.
"No" you agreed. "Youโre not."
Silence stretched. Then he spoke again, so softly you almost missed it.
"I waited."
You blinked.
"I waited four years in that room. No one came close. No one stayed. Then you did. Every day. Talking through the glass like I wasโฆ someone." His gaze dropped to the floor. "I thought when you took me out of there, it meant something. Then you stopped. You stopped talking. Stopped looking. Started bringing others."
His claws flexed against the couch leather.
"I got scared" he admitted. "Scared youโd realize I wasnโt worth it. Scared youโd send me back. Or worse, keep me but never look at me again."
Your throat tightened. "Hongjoongโฆ"
"I attacked you" he continued, voice raw. "I hurt you. And after that I didnโt know how to fix it. So I stayed quiet. Stayed away. Thought maybe if I didnโt bother you, youโd keep me anyway."
He lifted his eyes again. "Iโm sorry."
The apology hung between you, simple, jagged, honest.
You stepped closer. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off him. Close enough to see the faint tremble in his ears.
"I never stopped wanting you here" you whispered. "I just didnโt know how to reach you afterโฆ after that night."
He exhaled shakily. "I didnโt want to hurt you again."
"You didnโt."
"I could have."
"But you didnโt."
Another long silence. Then he moved, slowly, deliberately. He slid off the couch back, landed soundlessly in front of you. His hand lifted, hesitated, then brushed your cheek with the backs of his knuckles. Careful. Reverent.
"I donโt want to smell anyone else on you" he murmured.
You swallowed. "Then donโt."
His pupils dilated fully. He leaned in, slow enough you could stop him if you wanted. You didnโt. His nose brushed your jaw first. Inhaling. A low rumble started in his chest, not a growl. A purr. Deep, continuous, vibrating through both of you. He licked once, slow, warm, deliberate, over the spot where the clouded leopardโs scent lingered strongest. Then again. And again. Until your skin tingled and your knees felt unsteady.
"Hongjoongโฆ"
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Tell me to stop."
You shook your head. He kissed you. Not gentle. Desperate. Teeth and tongue and the faint scrape of fangs against your lower lip. His hands slid into your hair, tilting your head, holding you exactly where he wanted. Tail wrapped around your thigh, possessive, anchoring. You gasped into his mouth. He growled approval.
Clothes came off in a frantic rush: your shirt over your head, his thin sleep pants shoved down, your jeans kicked somewhere unimportant. He lifted you effortlessly, carried you to the couch, laid you down on the blanket heโd claimed months ago. The one that smelled like clean fur and musk and him.
He hovered above you, breathing hard, eyes searching yours. "Last chance" he rasped. "Tell me no."
You reached up, cupped his face, pulled him down. "Yes."
He claimed your mouth again, deeper, hungrier. Then he moved lower. Teeth grazed your collarbone, over the faint silver scars heโd left. He paused there, licked them slowly, reverently, like an apology pressed into skin.
"Iโll never hurt you again" he whispered against the marks.
You believed him.
His hands mapped you: strong fingers, careful claws retracted, palms warm and rough from years of gripping bars and concrete. He kissed every inch he uncovered: the hollow of your throat, the curve of your breast, the dip of your waist. When he reached the inside of your thigh he nuzzled there, inhaling deeply, rumbling with satisfaction. "Mine" he growled softly.
Then he tasted you. Slow at first, exploring, learning. Then faster, hungrier, until your back arched and your fingers tangled in his hair and you were gasping his name like a prayer. He didnโt stop until you shattered: back bowed, thighs trembling, crying out into the dark apartment.
Only then did he crawl back up, kissing you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.
He settled between your legs, hard length pressing against you, hot and insistent. "Look at me" he said. You did. He pushed in slowly, careful, watching your face for any sign of pain. There was stretch, pressure, fullness, but no pain. Only heat. Only him.
When he was seated fully he stilled, forehead pressed to yours, breathing ragged. "You feelโฆ" He swallowed. "Perfect."
You wrapped your legs around him. "Move."
He did. Slow rolls at first, deep, deliberate, letting you feel every inch. Then faster. Harder. The couch creaked beneath you. His tail curled around your calf, holding you open. His teeth found your shoulder, not breaking skin, just pressing, marking without drawing blood.
You raked your nails down his back. He snarled, pleased, primal. The rhythm built until it was frantic: skin slapping, breath mingling, growls and moans overlapping.
When you clenched around him he buried his face in your neck, fangs grazing, hips stuttering. "Come for me" he rasped. "Let me feel it."
You did, harder than before, crying his name, nails digging crescents into his shoulders. He followed seconds later, deep growl vibrating against your throat, hips grinding flush as he spilled inside you, marking you from the inside out.
He didnโt pull away. He stayed buried, arms wrapped around you, tail still curled around your leg, purring so loudly it rattled your bones. You stroked his hair, his ears, the base of his tail until the purr softened to a contented rumble.
He nuzzled your neck. "You're so mine" he whispered again, this time gentle.
You kissed the top of his head. "Of course, kitty"
He stayed inside you until he softened, then carefully pulled out, gathered you against his chest, and carried you to the bedroom, your bedroom.
He laid you down, crawled in beside you, pulled the covers over both of you. His tail draped across your hip. His hand found yours under the blanket, fingers lacing tight.
"Iโm not letting you go" he murmured into your hair.
You squeezed his hand. "Iโm not going anywhere."
He pressed a kiss to your temple. "Sleep."
You did, wrapped in fur and warmth and the steady thump of his heart against your back.
Summary: You donโt have a choice when you are forced to do the ritual to appease the dragon that has plagued your village for centuries. As long as one woman is offered once a generation, the dragon will leave the village alone. But when you are taken, you find out that not only is the dragon a beast that actively tries to kill you, but it is also a man that has taken an interest in you.
Genre: Fantasy, Dragon Shifter Romance, smut
Pairings: dragon shifter! yunho x fem! reader, dragon shifter! mingi x fem! reader
Warnings/Content: abduction, rituals, descriptions of death, violence, blood, flirting, SMUT
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Chapter 11
Looking at your sleeping face while you are in his arms- Yunho wouldnโt want to be anywhere else. He still can hardly believe that you chose to come back and now, being able to actually touch you without the fear of the Dragon is absolutely freeing. It felt like a divine punishment, like genuine torture wanting to be with you, wanting to be able to cherish you and not being able to even graze his skin against yours. Now he feels the warmth of your skin against his, he feels the way your breath hits his face in gentle gusts, he can feel your heartbeat against his in a perfect song.
The night sky is completely clear, the moon and stars providing enough light that even you could see if you were awake. Mingi rouses from his sleep and glances over at Yunho whose eyes are completely fixated on your face, โHave you not slept?โ
โNo. I havenโt really slept since she came back. I donโt want to miss a single moment of this.โ
Mingi just smiles hearing that, he completely understands. โSheโs perfect.โ
โSheโs beyond perfect.โ He leans forward and lightly kisses your forehead.
โI do worry though.โ
Yunhoโs eyes shoot to Mingiโs, โAbout?โ
โWhat if life with us isnโt enough for her? We donโt know the first thing about humans or what they need or like. Sheโs told us some, but I worry that it wonโt be enough.โ Mingi thinks about how excited you are when you find a new trinket in the wrecks littered on the shores, how much your eyes light up seeing something familiar. โWhat if we arenโt enough?โ
Yunho is silent for a long moment as he thinks of a response, โI do worry about that too, but all we can do is our best. I will do anything for her happiness.โ
โAs will I.โ
You mumble something in your sleep and both men turn their attention to you. They both smile softly and hold onto you a little closer, not squeezing you too tight and careful to not wake you. โThis really feels like a dream to me. How have I, out of everyone in this world get to be with her? She could be with anyone, but she chose to be with us.โ Yunho doesnโt look at Mingi as he talks, heโs back to admiring you.
โYou know, I donโt know either.โ
The sounds of night take over as they settle into silence. Thereโs the occasional chirp of a small frog or the rusting of animals moving around in the foliage, but they donโt worry. โI am sorry though, Mingi.โ Yunho still feels ashamed, โForcing you to leave wasโฆ I am sorry.โ
Mingi nods, โItโs in the past now, thereโs no need to stew on it or think of what should have happened. I forgive you.โ He shoots him a playful smile but thereโs a seriousness in his eyes, โBut if you try that shit again I will have to kick your ass.โ
โOh I wouldnโt dream of it.โ
You make another sound and both men quiet immediately. Your face scrunches as you huff out an agitated breath and they canโt help but find that incredibly endearing. With one last acknowledgment to each other, they settle back down, allowing sleep to take them.
........
You wake enveloped in between both men, both holding onto like youโll disappear if they let go for even a second. Hot breath hits the back of your neck while multiple hands are splayed out all over your body. It seems like they can sense that you are awake, because their grip on you tightens as they groan, waking themselves up.ย
Lips press onto your clothed shoulder and Mingiโs husky voice grumbles into your ear, โI donโt think Iโll ever get used to this.โ
You start to stretch your limbs as best as you can, โWe have all the time in the world to get used to this.โย
Yunho shifts, turning over to face you and kisses you gently. You sigh pleasantly and drape a leg over him, rolling your hips so you can get closer to him. Mingi scoots closer, pressing his hips against your ass and holding your lower stomach. He begins to kiss your neck thatโs exposed to him while Yunho peppers kisses against your mouth. The heat rises between you all and youโre beginning to hate that youโre not entirely unclothed.
Mingi rolls his hips forward, his bulge pressing into the supple skin of your ass that makes you needy and wanting. A whine escapes your lips when Yunho breaks the kiss and starts to scoot down, settling himself between your legs while you remain on your side.ย
The first stripe of his tongue on your clit has you seeing stars as you grip onto Mingiโs forearms, your nails digging into his soft skin. He continues to kiss your neck, whispering praises and love while his fingers graze your hip playfully. Yunho growls at the taste of you, not caring that you are not entirely washed from last nightโs ministrations.ย
When he dips his tongue into your entrance you shift away suddenly, soreness blooming where you ache for it not to. Both men stop immediately, worry emanating off of them in harsh waves. Yunho returns to your side in seconds, โDid I hurt you? Whatโs wrong?โ
Mingi holds you protectively, but is careful not to squeeze you too tight as you shake your head no, โNo, you didnโt hurt me. Iโm just sore.โ
A disappointed sigh sounds behind you, โSo I did hurt you, what other reason is there than I was too rough?โ
You let out an amused laugh, โNo, itโs not that. Iโm just not used toโฆ you know.โ They still donโt seem to follow what youโre saying entirely. โIโm not used to penetrative sex.โ
Theyโre quiet for a moment until Yunho cups your cheek and asks, โIs there anything thatโll help you feel better?โ
โThe warm pools at home would be heavenly, but I think time will suffice.โ
โThen we will go home immediately.โ Mingi gets up in a flash and transforms, his large white form inching closer to you insistently. He nudges you with his snout as you sit up and chuckle at the sight.ย
โI donโt want to sit for an entire day while traveling, besides- thereโs other things we can do.โ Heat flushes your cheeks and you look down at the soft sand. Yunhoโs hands snake around your waist as Mingi chuffs, not liking that you donโt want to go home now.ย
โWhat things do you have in mind?โ Yunho kisses your clothed shoulder.
You bite on your lower lip not knowing how to say it at all, but Yunho asks you again, his voice coaxing and husky. Finally, you ask him, โCan I pleasure you instead?โ
He seems to freeze, the realization that you could pleasure him the same way he has with you dawning on his face. He smiles, one corner of his mouth hiking up, โYou know that you can do anything to me.โ
You smile and bite your lip, โThen stand up.โ
He immediately does what you ask and cocks his head as he looks down at you. You shift to sit on your knees as Mingi shifts back into his human form and sits behind you, allowing for you to sit down on his lap. He places his hands on your lap, his thumbs rubbing back and forth on your skin. Yunho watches you with an eager eye but doesnโt force you to proceed, he just patiently stands there with his hands by his side.ย
You reach for his loincloth, your fingers grazing over his hot skin and he sucks in a sharp breath. Taking the cloth off slowly is entertaining to watch and you know that he wants you to go faster by the way his nose scrunches and the way his chest heaves. When you do take it completely off, you find that heโs already hard and ready for you. You make a pleased hum and sit higher on your knees, abandoning Mingiโs lap to kiss Yunhoโs right hip. He jerks slightly from the sudden kiss but tries to remain still for you.ย
Hands find your hips from behind as you kiss lower on his v-line. You hold the back Yunhoโs thighs as you finally graze your lips on his length and he canโt help but let out a groan. Thereโs a noise behind you as Mingi watches and you smile to yourself. You pepper kisses all the way up, and when you reach the tip, you lick off the liquid beading there. The stripe of your tongue seems to have an extreme effect on him as he throws his head back, the chords of his neck straining from that little touch.
Humming to yourself, you finally take him into your mouth and watch his face through your lashes. Flattening your tongue, you try to see how far you can take him in but find that your gag reflux is quite sensitive. Youโll try to fix that issue eventually, but right now youโll deal with it. You run your tongue up the underside of him, and when you reach the spot just below his head, his body jerks and he lets out a whine. Hearing that makes you shift, your hips searching for any friction but finding none.
Mingi is observant though and drags a hand up your thigh and towards your core, finding your clit easily. Your hips buck as he circles it and you moan around Yunho. The vibrations seem to make him lose all restraint, because he pumps into your mouth in shallow thrusts causing tears to spring to your eyes. Heโs still careful even through the throes of lust.ย
โFuck Y/N.โ Yunho groans, โYou feel so good.โ
Mingiโs other hand finds your breast as he continues his ministrations on your clit. He pinches your nipple lightly over your shirt and you arch your back, keeping your mouth open for Yunho. Lips press onto your neck and you know that if Mingi does anything more you are done for.
The taste of Yunho is addictive as you moan around him. He makes little whines and groans with every thrust that makes you flutter around nothing. You suck harder, and Yunho's whole body seizes up, his breaths coming out in fast pants and you know that heโs close.
Mingiโs hand dips under the hem of your shirt and travels up your stomach to finally touch your bare skin. He circles your hardened nipple while his other hand doesnโt stop circling your aching clit. You arch into his touch and moan, which in turn makes Yunho whimper and jerk against you. You let go of one of his legs and push your hand up his thigh, and when you graze the underside of his balls he explodes, painting your mouth with his release.
You do your best to swallow as Mingi licks a stripe up your neck and squeezes your breast, the rhythm on your clit never changing. That sweet warmth thatโs been building in your core grows and grows as you lean back, letting Yunho fall from your mouth and lean your head back onto Mingiโs shoulder.ย
He whispers into your ear, โYou look so hot pleasuring him. Let me hear you darling.โ
A high-pitched whine escapes your lips as you grind your hips onto his hand, โPlease Mingi.โ
A pleased hum rumbles next to your ear as Yunho drops to his knees in front of you looking dazed and flushed. He reaches for you, placing one hand high on your thigh as he leans in and kisses you sloppily. Itโs all tongue and heat and youโre on the brink of exploding. With one more squeeze of your breast, youโre flying. Your chest heaves as you tremble, your release hitting you in waves that makes you twitch against both men.ย
After a minute or two, you finally lift your head from Mingiโs shoulder and breathe deeply. Both men watch you, their red eyes dark with lust but still hold the gentleness that you love so much. A moment of silence passes, and you chuckle, โYou know, that was supposed to be all about me pleasuring you.โ
Mingi kisses your cheek, โYou did so good.โ
Yunho scoots closer, โYouโre amazing, you know that?โ
Your stomach growls as an answer and both men glance at each other. Smiling, you lean back onto Mingi, putting your entire weight onto him. He doesnโt seem phased and pulls you closer as Yunho stands up, looking around to see if thereโs anything to eat. Itโs only then do you remember that you brought a bag filled with fruit and you laugh to yourself. They both look at you confused but you press a hand to your stomach, โMy bag.โ
Yunho understands immediately and cracks a smile, โIโll go find it.โ
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The day is spent lazily kissing each man and exploring their bodies. After eating breakfast, Mingi got his turn with your mouth and was equally as shocked as Yunho was. Not even a second passes by without their hands on you, and you wouldnโt want it any other way.ย
Gone is your shirt, tossed somewhere just like your pants. The breeze against your bare skin feels nice even though a thin sheen of sweat covers your entire body. You lie on your back, your head cradled in Mingiโs lap as he massages your scalp. Yunho lays on top of your right leg, occasionally kissing your inner thigh which makes you twitch.ย
โYou know, I still canโt believe that my life has ended up like this.โ You say as you stare up into the night sky. โI for one wasnโt expecting to be the one chosen to be the sacrifice, and then to fall in love with the dragons who stole me.โ You smile as they both make a noise. โI guess I thought my fate was to live in solitude even though I was surrounded by people, now Iโm here with you.โ
Mingi cups your cheek, โAnd here you stay, right?โย
He already knows the answer, but you answer him anyway, โOf course.โ You turn your head and gently kiss his palm.
โOh youโre not leaving my love.โ Yunho drags his lips up your inner thigh and smirks when you jerk. โYouโre stuck with us.โ
โIโm fine with that.โ
The cracks of the fire beside you fill the air as you settle in. After a moment though, Yunho asks, โAnd youโre sure that youโre okay with not having human things? Or do what humans usually do?โ Thereโs a worried edge to his tone and you donโt particularly know why that is.
โWhy wouldnโt I be?โ That doesnโt seem to be a good enough answer to him due to how tense his body language is as he plays with the sand beside your leg. โI donโt need human things. I need you both. Sure, having things that remind me of home are nice, but I already have them on the island. Besides, Iโm starting a new life with both of you. We can create new things, together.โ
Mingiโs deep voice sounds above you, โIโm just worried that you may miss it.โ
You exhale a long breath, โI may miss it.โ The tension seems to grow with that and you rush to continue, โHowever, itโs not like I wonโt ever have those things or do human practices ever again. We can start doing them on the island.โ You think about the time when you found the drum and sang to them, and how you danced with Yunho while Mingi watched. โCanโt you trust that I will be okay?โ
โWe just worry about you, thatโs all.โ Mingi strokes your head lovingly, โI guess weโll always worry about you no matter what.โ
You only answer with a hum as Yunhoโs thumb rubs gentle circles into your skin. Your mind wanders as the silence drags on, landing on your old village and everything you left behind- All of the things your mother left behind forย you. Then an idea pops into your head and youโre not sure if youโve gone mad. โWhat ifโฆโ You start and pause, not knowing how to articulate what youโre thinking, โI left a great deal in my old home, things that I would miss and hate to loseโฆ What if we went and brought them home?โ
They donโt answer you immediately and you become antsy and anxious, โMaybe Iโm being too unrealistic.โ
Yunho sits up, โNo, itโs just going there would be dangerous. Thereโs no saying how theyโd react to two dragons showing back up, especially with you being there. I donโt want to risk your safety.โ
You know that heโs right. For centuries the humans of your village have been at the mercy of the dragons, offering up women in return for safety. Thereโs a deep-rooted hatred there that you know will never be remedied. You sigh and nod, โYouโre right, it was too fanciful of an idea.โ
โWhat if the dragons didnโt show up?โ Mingi asks and you sit up, turning to face him while Yunhoโs hands snake around your waist.
You furrow your brows, โWhat do you mean?โ
โWeโll just have to be in our human form.โ
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a/n: While in the middle of writing the first bit of this chapter, I realized that I was channeling the song I Don't Want to Miss a Thing lol
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You were lounging in the living room of the AirBNB, feeling bittersweet about this being the last full day of the trip. Tomorrow you would return back home from school break and go back to classes. Back to reality. The entire trip had been one of unexpected pure sexual bliss. You had learned so much and had come out a completely new person. Not only did you have new skills but, a new appreciation for sex in general. Not having known anything about it before coming here, you were leaving with a real love for your own body and what you and others could do with and for it.
You also had grown fond of all 8 boys. Each of them had treated you so tenderly and made you feel so safe during the whole process. You didnโt know what it would be like or how they would be once you went back to reality, back to the real world. Would they still treat you normally? Would they pretend as if they didnโt know you well anymore? So much had changed for them as well. Life as you know it would be different and that scared you. So, you tried to cling on to every remaining second you had left in this house before you had to pack up and leave.
โHey pretty.โ Yunho found you spacing out while watching a show you had seen far too many times to count. โYou doing okay?โ
โYeah.โ You smiled at him. โIโm just trying to make the best of the last day, you know.โ
โI donโt think sitting here watching tv and pouting is the best you can do.โ He chuckled, sitting next to you and pulling you next to him which made you squeak.
โOkay. I admit, Iโm a bit sad.โ You shrugged. โI donโt want to leave yet. Go back to school. I had way too much fun here.โ
โI think we all did.โ Yunho smirked but his eyes stayed friendly. โYou learned a lot during this trip, huh? Do you feel youโre a pro now?โ
โA pro? No. I wouldnโt say that. I havenโt had that much practice.โ You giggle. โBut Iโve had some good teachers.โ
โIโm glad we were able to teach you.โ He pressed a kiss to your cheek. โAnd, you know, you can always ask for a refresh lesson once we get back. You know where my room is.โ
โReally? So, this isnโt just a one time thing?โ You ask him, a bit surprised.
โDid you really think that?โ He almost looked insulted.
โWell, kinda. I thought this was all just.. a little fling. A one time thing. You all said we could pretend like this never happened when we got back so, I assumed when we got home tomorrow, thatโs what would happen. We just wouldnโt speak of it again.โ You explained, your voice falling quiet near the end.
โI see. I guess we did say that.โ Yunho mumbled but looked at you curiously. โBut, you donโt want that do you?โ
You sat there silently for a moment and eventually shook your head โnoโ, not able to utter the word out loud.
โI donโt want that either.โ Yunho admitted.
โReally?โ You couldnโt help but smile, a warmth spreading through your chest at his confession.
โReally. Iโll be available to you anytime, beautiful. In fact-โ Yunho suddenly reached over and pulled you over his lap to straddle him. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and nestled down onto him.
โI never really got to have you. Not like some of the others. I got to finger you which was quite the privilege but-โ he got closer to you, his lips brushing against yours. โ-what I wouldnโt give to fuck you.โ
โThen do it.โ You told him, grinding down onto his growing erection through his pants.
โRight here?โ He asked you and you nodded. โHow brave youโve become.โ
Yunho kissed you fiercely and lifted you to lay you flat on the couch. He nestled between your thighs and rutted his erection into your core, his hard tip hitting you just in the right spot that had you moaning into his mouth. His hand pushed its way under your shirt and bra, grabbing your breast and giving it a squeeze. The soft skin feeling like silk against his calloused hands.
His mouth moved from yours to your jaw, past your throat, and down your collarbone. Using his hands he swiftly removed your shirt and bra. His lips traveling down further to pepper kisses down your chest until his lips made it far enough to wrap around one of your hard nipples. He sucked on the sensitive nub, his tongue flicking over it rapidly while his other hand pinched and played with the other.
On the other side of the room, Seonghwa stood watching as he leaned up against the wall. You didnโt notice at first as you were too caught up with what Yunho was doing to you. But, once you did, you tried pushing his head away.
โYunho! Stop!โ You whispered harshly, making him turn his head and look over. However, Yunho just smirked at Seonghwa who did the same back. You were confused, wondering why he was not embarrassed.
โWhat, pretty? You donโt want him to watch me make you feel good?โ Yunho cooed at you with a fake pout. โAm I not doing a good job?โ
โWhat? Oh-โ Things were finally starting to click. He was into this.
Yunho dipped his head down but this time traveling down your waist, navel, and to your waistband. He wrapped his hands in the waistband of your pants and tugged them town, taking them off and leaving you naked on the couch.
โSo fucking pretty.โ He told you. โIsnโt she, Seonghwa?โ
โShe really is.โ Seonghwa said, slowly walking over to you both. Your heart started to beat a bit faster. โShe tastes amazing too. I would know.โ
โSo Iโve heard.โ He said, biting his lower lip. โI think Iโll have a taste.โ
Yunho used his hands to gently spread your legs apart, your wet core spreading open like a flower for him. He groaned in delight at the sight. He dipped his head down without any hesitation, his heavy tongue hitting your clit with direct precision. He wasted no time lapping at the swollen bud, making you moan out loud in the open living room.
โDoes that feel good, baby?โ Seonghwa asked you, palming himself over his jeans. He was hard. Rock hard. โIs he making you feel good.โ
โYes.โ You moaned, yes fluttering as Yunho wrapped his lips around your clit. โSo good.โ
โGood.โ Seonghwa started to unzip his pants, releasing his throbbing cock and started to jerk himself off. โYou deserve to feel good, baby.โ
Without giving it much thought you reached out in Seonghwaโs direction, asking permission to touch. He stepped forward immediately and let you take his shaft in your palm. You jerked him off the best you could while trying to keep a steady pace. Yunho was still lapping at your pussy with his expert mouth. He was moaning into it now, vibrating your sensitive nerves with each lick and suck of his lips. Your hips bucked, pushing your pussy harder into his face as he licked your cunt.
Suddenely, you felt Yunhoโs finger teasing your entrance. He had slithered his hand up between your thighs and pushed his fingertip against you. With slight pressure, he pushed his finger up inside of you with ease. His long digit curling up inside of you at the perfect angle that had you gasping with every push and pull.
โFuck Yunho, youโre eating her pussy so good.โ Seonghwa told him, his voice a soft moan. He rocked his hips into your hand as you were now frozen from the pleasure Yunho was giving you. โI think sheโs about to cum.โ
You felt as if your brain wasnโt working right. Your hips were on autopilot as they rocked back and forth across Yunhoโs face, his tongue pushed out against your clit as you rode it. You whined absentmindedly from the pleasure, completely lost from it. You felt your climax building fast, ready to hit at any moment and both of them knew.
โCome on baby. Youโre almost there.โ Seonghwa cooed at you. โCum on his tongue like a good girl for me.โ
After a few more licks, you came dramatically. Loudly. Your legs wrapping around his head like a vice grip which he graciously put up with until you gradually came down from you high. When he finally was free from your clutches, he came up for air gasping, his hair a mess on the top of his head.
โFuck, Iโm sorry.โ You apologized, feeling embarrassed.
โDonโt apologize. That was so fucking hot.โ Another voice said from the other side of the room. Wooyoung and Mingi were standing at the entrance of the living room now, pants tight with erections. You felt your whole body get hot in a bit of embarrassment but also.. excitement?
โSo were you not going to invite us to the party?โ Mingi asked the room with fake disappointment.
โWeโre just getting started.โ Seonghwa said, his voice full of a darkness that admittedly excited you.
โI like the sound of that.โ Wooyoung said. โHi beautiful.โ
โHi.โ You said, your voice shy.
โCute.โ Mingi chuckled. โSheโs been with all of us but sheโs still shy.โ
โThatโs part of her charm.โ Seonghwa said, sitting down by you. He took your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was soft at first but it deepened quickly. His hand rested on your knee but made its way up your thigh, parting it and finding your soaked and sensitive core. Once his fingers touched your swollen clit, you gasped into his mouth.
โShit.โ Wooyoung hissed, palming himself over his pants as he watched Seonghwa softly rub small circles over your clit. Mingi took a different route, sitting on the other side of you and placing his hand on your other thigh. His fingers drawing patters on your soft skin, his fingers going higher and higher on your inner thigh until you opened them up more and more, giving all of them a better view. You were spread wide for all of them now, your soaked pussy glistening and wet as Seonghwa rubbed your clit. Small whimpers left your lips and bled into your kisses with Seonghwa with every stroke of his fingers. Wooyoung and Yunho broke, taking out their cocks and jerking off to the view.
โCan I put my fingers inside of you, pretty girl?โ Mingi whispered into your ear as his fingers kept climbing up your thigh. You broke your kiss with Seonghwa and looked over at Mingi with pleading eyes, frantically nodding your head and planting a kiss on his lips now. While he kissed you, you felt two of his long fingers slowly slip into your aching cunt. You moaned loudly into his mouth as you felt his fingers curve up into you, Seonghwaโs fingers still rubbing your clit as he sat on your opposite side.
Mingi started to drag his digits inside and out, his pace steady and precise, picking up over time. His fingertips started to rub right over your g-spot which made everything so much more intense, a familiar feeling rushing towards you. You pulled away from his mouth quickly.
โFuck! Iโm- Iโm gonna cum!โ You warned them, but they only quickened their speed. They wanted you to cum, and cum hard.
โCome on baby. Be a good girl.โ Mingi told you in your ear. โCum all over our fingers.โ
You screamed, your orgasm gushing out of you and onto the floor. The boys didnโt let up. Mingi continued to push his fingers in and out of you, making sure to pull every gush of your orgasm out of you he could to the delight of the others who moved close in hopes to catch the droplets on their skin.
โOkay, letโs give her a break.โ Hongjoongโs voice suddenly rang through the fuzziness. โI have some water baby.โ
Hongjoong grabbed your chin and lifted the bottle to your lips, helping you sip down the liquid. As your heartbeat started to come down and your head stopped spinning, you were able to focus more on your surroundings. The people in the room had suddenly doubled and you realized that everyone in the house was in the room. Hongjoong, San, Yeosang, and Jongho had come to see what all the noise was about.
โAll better now?โ Hongjoong asked you after you finished your water.
โUm, yes.โ You answered quietly.
โGood.โ He said. โNow. What exactly is going on and why werenโt we invited?โ
โDonโt take it personal guys.โ Wooyoung said, dick still in his hand. โJust a little impromptu group session going on here.โ
โReally? Well, I guess that really wasnโt on the lesson plan so, weโll let it slide.โ Hongjoong smirked. โIโm just glad we caught you just as it was getting good.โ
โI see you brought a part favor Yeosang.โ Mingi clapped his hands together once in excitement. You craned your head around and your eyes settled on the wand vibrator that his fist was wrapped around, ready to go. Your stomach twisted in a knot of anxious anticipation.
โHold on guys, letโs check in first before we just jump into this.โ San walked over to you and crouched down, lifting your chin up so youโd look at him. โHow are you feeling baby?โ
โIโm okay. Iโm just.. a bit overwhelmed I guess.โ
โGuys we need to give her some room.โ Jongho ordered the others, using his hands to push them back a bit out of the way. You turned your attention back to San.
โThatโs okay. We didnโt expect this to happen either, really.โ San smiled kindly at you. โYou are a lot braver than you were when you were first with us in this living room talking to us about your lack of experience.โ
โYeah.โ You nodded. โI guess I am.โ
โWe just want to have some fun. Itโs our last night here with you and I think the best way for us to celebrate is by spending it doing what weโve been doing for the last few days. If thatโs okay with you?โ He said softly again, his hand gently rubbing your cheek to soothe your worries. โWeโll stop whenever you want us to. And weโll be gentle.โ
โUnless you donโt want us to be.โ Wooyoung stated in the back which had his receiving an elbow in the ribs from Hongjoong.
โBut how.. how would I sleep with all of you at once?โ
โDonโt worry, pretty. Weโll guide you through it. Havenโt we done such a good job showing you everything else?โ San smiled his dazzling smile. โYou trust us right?โ
โYes. I trust you all.โ You told them. โIโll try it.โ
โGood. Now, why donโt we start, hmm?โ He reached out for you, helping you sit up better on the couch. โBoys? Who wants to take the lead?โ
โYou guys got the most of her.โ Mingi said, walking forward. โThis is my first time getting a real taste. Baby, can you bend over for me?โ
You complied and turned around quickly on all fours, ass in the air. Mingi grabbed your ass and gave it one firm smack that made you yelp out in shock but not in pain, his hand massaging the area to soothe where he had just giving you the blow. As he kept one hand on your cheek, the other hand dragged its fingers down between your thighs and to your soaking wet cunt. When you felt his long fingers once again touching your heat, you let out a pathetic moan in desperation and pushed yourself back onto his hand.
โLook at her, already ready for him.โ Yeosang mumbled, watching as you slid yourself back onto his fingers. He pushed and pulled his digits inside and out until he felt you were ready then nestled up behind you, taking out his hard cock and lining it up with your entrance. He pushed his tip against your hole and pressed forward but it was still a bit too tight against his size.
โMingi..โ you whimpered, the noise making the room go feral. The other guys had started taking off their clothes as they watched the scene unfold in front of them, their hard cocks twitching in their palms as they slowly jerked themselves off. Mingi was still trying to push himself inside of you, taking time to rub his dick between your swollen lips and against your slit to try and get you ready enough to take him.
โI think she needs some help, guys.โ Mingi said, his voice a bit strained from his own pleasure.
Jongho stepped forward and placed a knee down on the couch next to your head and used his hand to lift your head upward. His cock was right next to your face, his tip dripping in precum from watching Mingi struggle to fit his giant cock into your pussy. He used his thumb to stroke your cheek and looked down at you with a fondness that seemed almost confusing for the erotic nature of the scene.
โSuck my cock. See if that will help you take him.โ Jongho told you. You opened your mouth and took him inside, swirling your tongue around his purple tip once before dipping your head down to take his entire length into your throat down to his base.
โShit-โ Jongho cursed under his breath which got murmurs of approval from the others, some of them getting more comfortable with each other out of your view. Hongjoong and Seonghwa pressing up against each other, rutting their erection together while they teased each other with their tongues. Wooyoung and Yeosang followed their lead, getting familiar with each other as well by taking each others cocks in their hands and pumping each others members slowly as they watched you take two cocks yourself.
The longer you savored Jonghoโs cock the wetter you got. Finally, with one firm push of Mingiโs hips, he was finally able to slide himself inside of you. You groaned deeply around Jongho as Mingi settled deep inside of you, his hips pressing against your ass. Your head stopping its movements briefly as you adjusted to the stretch and sensation of being penetrated from both sides.
โFuck youโre still so tight.โ Mingi cursed, pulling himself out of you slowly only to slam back into you with an intensity that had you falling onto Jonghoโs cock, gagging you slightly. He continued this over and over, using his hands to spread your ass to get a better look at where your two bodies connected to watch how you gripped him. A ring of white cream collecting around his cock that collected more and more each time he thrusted inside.
You were a moaning mess, completely unable to focus on what you were doing with your mouth. You were trying your best to continue to suck off Jongho but, Mingi was so distracting. Too overpowering. Jongho had taken matters into his own hands, literally, taking your face gently in his hands and started to thrust into your throat.
Being fucked at both ends was something you would have never thought of being a possibility. But, experience it here in this moment, you couldnโt believe you had been shielded from this pure level of pleasure. It made you feel hot in all the best ways and, with how Mingi was stroking into you, it would only be a matter of time before you would cum again in this new way.
โFuck, her thighs are shaking. I think sheโs about to fucking cum.โ San practically whimpered as he watched you, warning Mingi since he knew your body well. As well as any of them.
โYeah? Are you about to cum baby?โ Mingi cooed at you, deepening his voice and quickening his thrusts. โSomebody come rub her clit.โ
Yunho stepped up and pushed his hand under your body and between your thighs, finding your swollen clit. You tried to scream but couldnโt, choking on Jongho who was close to cumming himself as he buried himself in the back of your throat. Yunhoโs fingers rubbed quick circles around your bud, his fingertips brushing against Mingiโs cock as he fucked you ruthlessly.
โFuck- I feel her tightening up.โ Mingi said, his voice straining as he fought to not spill inside of you just yet.
โCome on pretty, give it up for us.โ Yunho said, pushing down harder on your clit and rubbing side to side. โFucking cum on his cock like a good fucking girl.โ
You came in an obscene fashion, gushing all over the couch and floor while your body convulsed. Mingi held up your body to prevent you from collapsing while Jongho was not as strong, cumming deep in your throat from watching you squirt over Mingiโs cock. Thankfully you were coherent enough to swallow the salty load with only a tiny bit of struggle.
โFuck- oh my god.โ Jongho gasped, pulling out of your throat and allowing you to take your first full gasp of air. โWho the fuck taught her how to do that again?โ
โSheโs a natural.โ Hongjoong said, walking over and placing a hard kiss to your quivering lips. He could still taste the saltiness of Jongho on your mouth. โI want her next.โ
He laid you down and climbed on top of you, nestling himself between your thighs. He slipped into you with no problem after Mingi had stretched you with his girth. Still, you were just as sensitive from being filled by his cock regardless.
โFuck!โ You cried out. โPlease be gentle.โ
โIโll take good care of you love, donโt worry.โ Hongjoong whispered in your ear, rocking himself in and out of your sensitive cunt. While fucking you, he peppered kissed on your neck with small nips at your skin here and there. You turned your head to the side to savor the feeling and caught a glimpse of Wooyoung and Yeosang touching each other. The vision made you gasp but, not in disgust. Down below, you started to throb around Hongjoongโs cock intensely. He paused to take a look at what you saw and chuckled at the discovery.
โDo you like what you see?โ He whispered to you. โTwo pretty boys playing with each other?โ
You nodded, your eyes glued to the two of them as they continued to play and kiss each other.
โYouโre full of surprises still.โ Hongjoong mumbled, still rutted deep inside of you. โWooyoung. Yeosang. She really likes what youโre doing. I can feel her squeezing my cock watching you.โ
โReally?โ Wooyoung smirked, pulling away from Yeosangโs lips. โThen letโs give her a show.โ
Wooyoung dropped down to his knees in front of Yeosang who very eagerly lined up his cock with Wooyoungโs awaiting mouth. Wooyoung took his pretty plump lips and kissed the tip of Yeosangโs swollen tip, smearing his clear precum on them like gloss, before slowly taking him inch by inch into his throat down to his base. Yeosang groaned, grabbing Wooyoung by the back of his head and pushing his hips into his face over and over. Wooyoungโs soft gags had your eyes fluttering along with the butterflies in your stomach. You had never seen anything so filthy. So intimate. You continued to watch him fuck Wooyoungโs throat as Hongjoong started to brutally fuck into your pussy, his cock hitting your g-spot just right.
โGod, listen to her fucking whine.โ San said, walking forward to jerk himself off right over you.
โIt has to be from watching them.โ Jongho said, referring to Wooyoung and Yeosang. โTwo boys. Who knew?โ
โThen I have the perfect idea.โ Seonghwa said, coming over to the couch and getting behind Hongjoong. You pulled your eyes away from the boys just for a moment, to see what he was up to. He whispered something in Hongjoongโs ear, saying something you were unable to hear but; Hongjoong nodded and smirked.
Settling behind Hongjoong, Seonghwa spit on his hand and put his hand between Hongjoongโs cheeks. When Hongjoong pulled out of you on one of his thrusts, Seonghwaโs lubed up fingers slipped inside of his puckered hole, making him whimper in your ear. The sound was enough to almost make you cum.
Seonghwa fingered Hongjoong as he was fucking you. Each time Hongjoong pulled out of you, he pushed down and onto Seonghwaโs waiting fingers. His whimpers sending a shockwave of overwhelming erotic euphoria to your core. Seonghwaโs fingers hitting his prostate every time he pulled out of you, and every thrust into you was a direct rub against your g-spot.
โFuck-โ you whimper, feeling another orgasm approaching quickly. You turned back to watch Yeosang and Wooyoung and found Yeosang flushed, mouth agape and panting. Wooyoung had his cock in his hand pleasuring himself wile Yeosang was seconds away from spilling himself into Wooyoungโs mouth. The anticipation began to build, Hongjoongโs moans in your ear making everything even hotter.
โFuck, Iโm gonna cum-โ Yeosang warned him, holding his head to push him away but Wooyoung doubled down. You felt your core tighten as Hongjoongโs cock slipped in and out as you watched and you began to whimper uncontrollably, your pussy tightening around his cock. Then, quickly after, Yeosang emptied his cum into Wooyoungโs mouth. His hips stuttering as he emptied every last drop onto his tongue, grunting as Wooyoung sucked down every last drop.
The scene sent you flying, your orgasm hitting you hard. Your walls collapsing around Hongjoongโs cock, creaming around him. Your cunt practically choking him, milking him, and making him cum as Seonghwa fingered his prostate while he whimpered almost pathetically in your ear. It was an orgasm even he was shocked by.
He pulled out of you, his cock dripping all his cum into your cunt. The boys craned their heads to get a glimpse of the view and practically licked their lips as they saw the white cum leak from your entrance and onto the couch.
โFuck, you look divine.โ San drooled. โLetโs see how much more you can fit in there.โ
โWait, Sannie- ahh!โ You cried out as he pushed himself into you, Hongjoongโs cum pushing deep inside of you and squishing out around Sanโs cock.
โRemember your safe words baby.โ He reminded you, then pushed your thighs back to your chest to rock into you. Your cunt was so sensitive you felt almost like it was not part of your body. Wooyoung came over and sat beside you, reaching out to rub his hand across your chest, his fingertips finding the hard peaks of your nipples and giving them gentle tugs over and over.
โI think itโs time.โ Yeosang said, walking over with his wand he had brought and pushing it between you and San. He nestled it up against your red, swollen, clit which made you throw your head back and thrash around. Yeosang smirked, knowing what was to come, and clicked the first speed on the vibrator. Your cheeks and lips started to tremble and your mouth fell agape when you felt the toy come to life, the shaking vibration spreading all the way down through your core to Sanโs thick cock as he fucked you.
โFuuuck. Thatโs it baby.โ He groaned, feeling you tighten against around him. โYeo, turn it up.โ
Yeosang turned up the speed which had your back arching off the back of the couch. Wooyoung was still playing with your nipples, enticed with the view in front of him. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing your moans in his mouth to his delight.
โFuck, look at her.โ Mingi mumbled to the others.
โHeโs fucking the cum straight into her. Thatโs so fucking hot.โ Seonghwa groaned.
โShe loves her nipples being played with. Look how she squirms? Go suck on her other nipple Yunho.โ Jongho said, urging Yunho to sit on the other side which he quickly did.
With San fucking you from the front, Wooyoung on one side, Yunho on the other playing with your tits, and Yeosang above you with his magic wand, you were completely overcome with pleasure while the others watched.
At some point, and you donโt know when, you lost yourself in the pleasure. Time beginning to fade and your mind seemingly disconnecting from your body. Your moans turned into mindless babbles and the wet sounds coming from your core almost became embarrassing sopping, your arousal dripping down Sanโs shaft and balls. Your thighs started to shake and your walls were practically choking his cock, letting him know you were close.
โSheโs gonna cum, I can feel it.โ He grunted, his hips fucking into you even harder.
โAre you gonna cum again for us?โ Wooyoung asked you, his fingers still brushing over your sensitive nipple. But words failed you, your mouth opening but only silent gasps coming out. โHmm?โ
โFuck, she canโt even speak.โ Hongjoong said in elated delight as he watched.
โCome on baby.โ Yeosang told you, hitting speed the button one more time. โCum.โ
You came violently, screaming as you gushed onto San and those close by. Your walls pulling his orgasm out of him prematurely from how hard you clamped down around him, milking his white ropes from him with a shutter.
โHoly shit-!โ He yelled as he was soaked, his orgasm hitting him hard.
โFuck, look at that!โ You donโt know who even said it, you didnโt care. Your brain was off. Disconnected.
โI have to make her do that.โ Another voice said and suddenly, another cock was inside of you, thrusting in and out. It was Wooyoung and, with Yeosang still holding the vibrator on your clit, it only took a few thrusts of his cock to make you squirt again. The sight making Wooyoung release his load inside of you, just like Hongjoong and San had.
One by one, each boy took their turn. Jongho was next. Then Yunho. Seonghwa. Mingi. And finally, Yeosang. When they were all done, you had cum dripping all over your thighs and cunt. Droplits of your squirt were spattered all over the living room and your face was completely flushed. Burning. You felt exhausted but also complete bliss. Every nerve-ending in your body felt alive, reborn. You were not leaving this place the same person you had come in. Especially not now. Not after this.
Seonghwa had one last craving for you. Leaning down next to you over the couch and extending his tongue over your clit to lap at your swollen bud. You cried out when the tip of it hardly touched you, wanting to run. But his hands held you hostage. Wooyoung joined him, kneeling in front of you and placing his tongue right next to his, lapping away the drops of cum from the others that dripped from your cunt. Both of their tongues intertwining over your clit periodically as if they were French kissing. It was far too erotic. Too sensual. Having these two pretty boys lick the cum off your overly sensitive cunt was far beyond anything your once innocent mind could comprehend.
Your body gave you one more orgasm, your clit cumming on both of their tongues as they kissed your cunt. But quickly, you felt yourself begin to lose consciousness. Seonghwa quickly caught on as your legs fell slack around his neck, making him pull away from you and grab your face in his hands.
โHey. Hey, are you okay?โ Seonghwa asked you, stroking your face with the back of his hand. You felt dizzy, head fuzzy, and you didnโt dare to sit up right now. โCan somebody go get her some water please? Maybe some Gatorade?โ
โOn it.โ Yunho said, taking big steps to get to the kitchen faster.
โWe may have overdone it.โ Hongjoong said, a bit worried. โPut the throw pillow under her head.โ
The boys all rushed to take care of you, helping you take sips of the drinks they brought and getting you propped up on the couch and covered up with a blanket. Finally, after a few minutes and a bottle and a half of water later, your brain finally began to make sense of the world again.
โSo.. that was intense.โ You giggled.
โOh thank god! I thought we broke her for good.โ Wooyoung said dramatically, hands on each side of his head as if it was about to explode.
โIโm glad youโre still with us.โ Jongho patting the top of your head.
โYeah, for a moment you had us worried.โ San smiled in relief.
โIโm okay. I promise.โ You reassured them. โBut, did I do okay? Like, did you guys enjoy it?โ
โYes.โ They all said in unison which made you laugh from deep in your chest.
โIโm glad. I guess thatโs means I passed my final exam?โ
โWith flying fucking colors.โ Wooyoung told you confidently.
โI still canโt believe I did.. that.โ You giggled, replaying some of the moments of the last hour in your mind.
โYou really have come so far.โ Yeosang said proudly.
โReally. I mean, you started this trip as a virgin and you finished with an orgy. Thatโs definitely impressive.โ Mingi told you, reminding you once again that tomorrow was the end.
โSo, thatโs it then?โ You said, feeling a bit sad. โWe go back tomorrow and itโs all over?โ
โLike I said before, you know where I live. You can come knock on my door any time you need some company. Any type you want.โ Yunho said, winking at you.
โSame here.โ
โYes.โ
โMe too.โ All of them say a mix of agreement, leaving you open to the option to go and see any of them if you wanted, whenever you wanted.
โSo, it doesnโt have to be over after today?โ You smile at the realization, your heart fluttering.
โYouโre stuck with us. Plus, all schools have class reunions right? Think of it like that. But.. with sex. Regularly.โ
โShut up Wooyoung.โ
And so the bliss continued long after the trip, along with your sexual education.
โโโโโโโ- The End โโโโโโ-
Thank you to everyone who patiently waited for the conclusion of my first and LAST mf series. This was the most challenging yet rewarding thing Iโve ever written and I canโt thank all of you enough for supporting my work during this journey. Writing this series was so challenging and finding the desire to write sometimes didnโt come and I canโt tell you how close I was to just canceling this chapter all together and not finishing this but it was you guys who inspired me to keep writing (and also Ateez bc duh theyโre hot and sexy and I love them.) I really hope it was worth the wait and that you can come back and read this series over and over.
okie so this is actually going to be two chapters, because damn I wrote a lot more than I thought I would and am actually liking the chapter as it stands, so here's a semi-long chapter that is mostly fluff and filler with a bit of a lead into our next chapter.
Pairing: Ateez x 9th member!readerย
Summary:ย y/n gets to have a bit of fun with the boys at dinner and then some sweet times to end the night, before waking up early the next morning for her very first schedule as a member of Ateez!
wc:ย 3.1k
AU: a/b/oย
Genre: Fluff/Angstย
warnings:ย alcohol, people being tipsy, food mentions, anxiety, pet names, I think that's it
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โHow are you so cute?โ San kept asking her, leaning heavily on her shoulder, his face flushed red as Wooyoung had kept plying him with alcohol, before Yunho cut both of them off. The muscular man kept cycling between leaning on her and telling her how cute she was, how proud of her he was, before being pulled back by one of the others and leaning on Yunhoโs shoulder, becoming quiet and just observing everyone.
It seemed, based on Wooyoungโs glee over Sanโs current behavior, that the older omega wanted this to happen. Something that would surely get him scolded later, though y/n doubted that the longer-haired omega would truly be remorseful over his actions. Because she had such a busy schedule tomorrow, the others had a daily easy day, mostly just dance practice/prep for the quickly approaching comeback.
โI donโt know?โ y/n replied to him, shrugging her shoulders and accidentally pushing San off at the same time, causing the tipsy beta to whine. โIโm sorry, San-oppa,โ the omega said, turning to look at the red-faced man.
โItโs okay, just donโt do it again,โ he whined in reply, moving to lean his head back on her shoulder once more.
โOkay, I think it might be time for us to go home,โ Hongjoong announced, watching the two of them, but keeping a closer eye on San, while Seonghwa leaves his seat and moves over to the beta-omega duo, pulling the tipsy beta off of y/n and motioning for her to go take his seat so he can keep an eye on San. Y/n nods and does as he directs her, sitting in between Hongjoong and Jongho. Hongjoong was busy with paying for the meal and talking with the staff, so the omega started talking with Jongho.
The two got so engrossed in their conversation that they both spooked, though to varying degrees, when hands came down on their shoulders.
โMaknaes, weโre leaving,โ Yeosangโs voice came from above, making y/n look up at the fairy-like man. He was smiling down at them, endeared by how precious they were, so focused they were on each other and ignoring the world around them.
They both ducked their heads a bit, before Jongho motioned for y/n to get up first, before following behind her. The nine idols left the restaurant, donning masks before they left the building, and slipped into two separate vans. Normally theyโd split up between hyung and maknae lines, but with San tipsy, San went in the hyung line van while Yeosang came to join the four in the second van.
โAwww, we donโt get Sannie?โ Wooyoung pouted, having hopped in the van first without looking back.
โHwa-hyung says youโve lost your Sannie privileges.โ Yeosang said, making the omega pout.
โThatโs not fair,โ Wooyoung said back, pouting even more if that was possible.
โYou got him tipsy, which had him leaning all over y/nnie here,โ Jongho interjected.
โDonโt try and make sense!โ Wooyoung yelled at the younger male sitting in front of him, strangely saying it in English. Maybe that was him being a bit tipsy too.
โAnd now heโs speaking English, itโs definitely time to go home.โ Jongho said, making Mingi and y/n giggle at his words.
Wooyoung sat in the last row of seats, with Yeosang next to him to keep him in line. Though to be fair, that didnโt seem to be working too well, as Yeosang was getting manhandled by the omega. The next row had Mingi sitting by himself, and Jongho and y/n were in the front row of seats, having climbed in last. After Yeosang was finally buckled in, the van took off, heading towards the dorm.
Arriving at the dorm, they find the other four got there first, and when the five pile into the entryway of their dorm, they find the others sitting at the table waiting for them. After everyone took off their shoes and headed towards the table, San escaped Seonghwaโs hold and walked over, stumbling slightly as he headed straight to y/n, wrapping his arms around her and swaying them back and forth.
โOur cute baby omegaaaa,โ he said, rubbing his head on the top of hers. โSo cute and adorable and Iโm going to keep you safe.โ The beta was rambling now, just saying anything and everything that came to mind. Suddenly the buff beta started pulling her towards the living room, eventually making it to the couch as the others watched this all go on. Once the two were settled on the couch, San looked over at the table, specifically the two omegas.
โWooo, Hwa-hyung, build a nest, please?โ The dancer pleaded, deploying his puppy eyes to use on the two. โWanna cuddle our baby omega in it, and we can all cuddle too.โ
โSannie, I donโt know.โ Hwa started to say.
โYES!โ Wooyoung said, interrupting the older idol.
โWooyoung,โ Seonghwa immediately turned to him, โWeโre not going to, unless y/n says yes. Weโre not pressuring her to join our nest or anything like that. She has the last say here, not you or I. Or San.โ He said, looking at said beta as he spoke his name. โHer comfort is the priority.โ
โBut,โ Wooyoung said.
โNo buts,โ Seonghwa said to him, before looking at y/n, โY/n, would you be comfortable with us building a nest in the living room? And would you want to join us in said nest?โ He asked, looking for any sign that the female omega would be uncomfortable with what he was asking.
Meanwhile, both San and Wooyoung are pleading with y/n, putting their puppy eyes to full use. Wooyoung was doing so from behind Seonghwa, not wanting the elder omega to catch him. His omega wanted to be close with both of his omegas, already considering the younger omega as his, it had since he had met y/n.
Y/n looked between the three of them, and the others as well, making sure no one was uncomfortable with the idea. Their omega was preening at the thought of getting to nest with all eight men, of getting to be close, and so was y/n, because it was still feeling like a bit of a dream to get to do something as intimate as nesting with the group. Biting her lip, she nodded at Seonghwa, signaling that she was okay with it.
โI need to hear you say it, darling.โ Seonghwa said after she nodded, needing verbal confirmation.
The pet name sent shivers down y/nโs spine, but she replied to the eldest member. โIโm okay with you both building a nest, and being in it.โ She said, her voice soft.
After her agreement, things happened pretty quickly. Wooyoung practically sprinted to grab nesting materials, while Seonghwa left the main room at a much more sedate pace. Yeosang followed behind the two omegas to help them bring the materials back, while the others remained sitting down, figuring theyโd only get in the way, if or until they were needed by Seonghwa and Wooyoung.
y/n watched this from the couch as San kept her close, not wanting to let her go. At some point however, Yunho came to pull San away, since he was starting to get a bit too intimate with y/n, and so Yunho pulled the clingy beta into his lap, letting the youngest member of their group have some space to breathe. Of course, San started to whine about it, and the taller man simply directed the black-haired manโs head into his neck, letting him bite and lick at his scent gland instead.
While the alpha-beta duo were preoccupied, y/n watched as her fellow omegas set up the nest, directing the others to help as needed. She had offered to help, but was denied, being told that she should relax for now. Her omega was sad at being denied, as was y/n, however pleased at the show of the pack wanting to take care of her. y/n tried to tamp down on that feeling, because they were probably just being nice after a bit of a hard day. Completely ignoring the fact that they had explicitly told her that they think of her like pack and that they want her to be one of them. Y/n was struggling with how protective they were over her, because she felt like she could handle it by herself, even if she didnโt have to. And maybe she was overthinking a bit too, which because she was so focused on watching the others, she didnโt realize someone was picking up on it.
Mingi practically dragged y/n into the nest after Seonghwa and Wooyoung declared it complete. The large alpha pulled her into his lap, ignoring Hongjoong and Seonghwaโs scoldings about his actions. His deep voice whispered into her ear as his scent surrounded them, โLetโs cuddle the worries and anxieties away.โ
The rapper didnโt say anything more than that, instead opting to stay silent and keep her close, letting her think about his words, before getting distracted by the others roughhousing in front of her, while arguing over what movies to watch. They eventually decided on a Korean movie series you hadnโt seen before, but thankfully there were English subtitles. This was how y/n spent her night with the boys, falling asleep somewhere in between the second and third movies, still in Mingiโs lap. After the others noticed her sleeping, they turned down the volume on the tv and cooed at how cute she looked, and how small she looked in Mingiโs arms, before settling down around the duo.
Y/n felt someone softly shaking her shoulder and saying her name. Groaning and slowly blinking her eyes open, she saw a blurry figure above her. As the figure came into focus, she realized it was Seonghwa.
โGood morning y/n-ah. You have to get up, you have to leave for your shoot in about 45 minutes.โ He said, keeping his voice low so as to not wake any of the others.
She groaned once more and nodded. โWhat time is it?โ She asked the eldest member.
โItโs just after 6:15 am. I woke you last, I know youโd probably want a bit more sleep before the long day ahead of you.โ He replied, before reaching a hand down to pull her out of the nest. She took his hand, grateful for the help. Once she was out, she found that she had ended up sleeping in between Mingi and Yunho, and now that she was gone, Mingi reached out for Yunho instead, the twin towers curling up with each other.
At the reminder about the long day ahead of her, of her first schedule as part of Ateez, of the filming she was doing today, her stomach started to roll, the nerves and anxiety filling her chest and making her a bit nauseous. Her scent must have reflected it, the sweet strawberry scent souring, as Seonghwa pulled her farther away from the nest before pulling her into his arms.
โHey, itโll be okay, Hongjoong will be with you, and the staff we work with are all so nice, and youโll have new stylists too. It will all work out okay. Plus, weโre all only a text or call away, yeah?โ He said, leaning down to kiss the top of the younger omegaโs head. โYou will have fun today, I know it.โ
Y/n nodded, a bit convinced and reassured, but it was still a bit of an unknown experience for her, so she couldnโt help but worry. She was just anxious by nature, and big things like this always had her worrying. โOkay, Seonghwa-oppa.โ She said, to which he nodded and turned her in the direction of her room.
โGo on now, go get dressed,โ he said, smiling down at her and she smiled back and went on her way, the anxiety in her stomach still there, but less than what it was a few moments ago.
Opening the door into her room, she found the room as she had left it, but with a hoodie laying on her bed, and she found herself curious as to who had left it there. She figured maybe it had been Wooyoung, but she wasnโt sure when the other omega would have found the time to do that. It was too small to be Mingiโs, so the tall alpha was out of the question too. She really wasnโt sure who else it could have been, and as she got closer, the scent was too faint right now for her to make out whose it was.
She would have pondered more on it, but she did need to get ready and packed for the day ahead of her, so she laid the hoodie back on her bed and headed to her closet. Quickly picking out a pair of worn jeans, and a one of her favorite T-shirts, because it had a tiny watermelon embroidered on it, she dressed in that and moved out of her room to the bathroom to brush her teeth and put on moisturizer, before moving back to her room to finish packing her bag for the day.
Deciding not to take too much, since sheโd likely be busy, she only took her tablet and a book or two. Alongside essentials like chargers and such, because she had no idea how long this day was going to be. She also planned to sneak a few snacks in the bag too, once she was out in the kitchen again. As she was tying the hoodie on her bed around her hips, her door opened, revealing Hongjoong who peeked his head in.
โHey, are you ready-โ he started to ask, before stopping as he stared at the hoodie wrapped around her hips. It took him a minute to start speaking again, his gaze focused on the piece of clothing, and while y/n couldnโt see it, his ears were very red. โWhereโd you get that?โ
โThe hoodie?โ She asked, to which he nodded, โOh, well it was on my bed when I came in this morning. Why?
โOh, uhm, no reason, I was just wondering.โ He said, trying and failing to look suspicious. While Hongjoong had practically blue-screened at the sight, his alpha was very happy at the sight of y/n wearing his clothing, it was purring very contentedly. To which the captain pushed his alpha away, saying it was not the time for this. He didnโt have nearly enough coffee in him for this right now.
Before either of them could say anything else, the door was pushed further open and once more revealed another of the boys, this time it was Seonghwa.
โOh? Whatโs going on here?โ He said, looking at Hongjoong and almost smirking at his pack alpha, who glared back, instantly knowing who was behind leaving his hoodie in y/nโs room.
โHongjoong-oppa and I were talking about this hoodie because it just appeared in my room. You wouldnโt happen to know whose it is?โ She asked, looking at the older man and hoping heโd know the answer.
โIt might belong to one of the younger members? Iโm not sure. Hoodies tend to get shared around a lot. Maybe it might even be our captainโs here.โ He said, glancing over at said captain to see his ears burning and very red still. โThough I came to tell you both that our managers are on their way here. I think your new manager is coming too, y/n. So that you can meet them before youโre announced publicly.โ He told them, before quickly leaving and giggling to himself as he walked back to the kitchen. His plan to get y/n to wear something of the pack alphaโs had worked. And even better, y/n hadnโt realized who was behind it or whose hoodie she was wearing.
Back in y/nโs room, the two left both decide to get finished preparing to leave, and Hongjoong returns to his room, while y/n finishes putting the last of her things inside her tote bag. Heading out of her room, she met up with Hongjoong in the hallway, both of them heading towards the living room, where they found the remaining six members still asleep in the nest. Seonghwa beckoned them into the kitchen, the pack omega handing them both packed containers of food, since they likely wouldnโt have enough time to eat before the van came to pick them up.
โI know youโll have a longer trip today to where theyโre filming today, so I packed you food you can eat on the way there. Or now, if you wanted.โ He said, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck, to which Hongjoong reached over to pull his hand away from doing that.
โDonโt do that, youโre gonna hurt yourself,โ the alpha said, moving closer and setting down the containers in his hands on the countertop. He moved Seonghwaโs hair to look at where he was scratching, a frown appearing on his face as he saw the scratch marks on his omegaโs skin.
Y/n watched as Hongjoong put down his things, instructing Seonghwa to stay there while he went to get cream to put over the scratches to try and soothe his skin. When he came back, she watched as he was so gentle with the other man, touching him lightly and making sure he didnโt cause further hurt. It wasnโt surprising to see, as an Atiny y/n had seen scenes like this many times over the years, but the fact that it was happening in front of her, as the two were in their own little world made this feel much more intimate than any other moment she had watched Hongjoong be gentle with his members.
By the time she came back to reality, she realized both members were looking at her, their gazes fond.
โWere you zoning out, or are we so pretty you canโt help staring?โ Hongjoong said, smirking cheekily at her.
Y/n immediately blushed and looked away, a bit embarrassed at getting caught staring at the two men.
โSo, which one is it, little one?โ Seonghwa asked, moving closer and Hongjoong followed right behind his omega.
โI think you were,โ Seonghwa said, โand itโs okay if you were. Joongie and I donโt mind a pretty omega watching us.โ
But before y/n or the two eldest could say anything more, there was a knock on the door, signaling to them that their managers had arrived to pick Hongjoong and y/n up.
Summary: You donโt have a choice when you are forced to do the ritual to appease the dragon that has plagued your village for centuries. As long as one woman is offered once a generation, the dragon will leave the village alone. But when you are taken, you find out that not only is the dragon a beast that actively tries to kill you, but it is also a man that has taken an interest in you.
Genre: Fantasy, Dragon Shifter Romance, smut
Pairings: dragon shifter! yunho x fem! reader, dragon shifter! mingi x fem! reader
Warnings/Content: abduction, rituals, descriptions of death, violence, blood, flirting, SMUT
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Chapter 10
After arguing for half of the night, Yunho has convinced you to search for Mingi at first light. You still donโt like it, but he tells you over and over again how heโll find him no matter what. Just the thought of Mingi travelling farther and farther away from you makes you sick with worry that youโll never see him again. Although, you trust that Yunho will follow through on his promise.
You rest your head on Yunhoโs chest as you trail your fingers up and down his stomach. He hums pleasantly and runs his hand across your back and every so often kisses the top of your head. Being in his arms feels right, like this is where you belong. After not being able to touch him for so long, you donโt ever want to let him go.ย
The moonlight filters through the honeycomb wall, creating just enough light to see. He kisses your head once more, โGet some sleep my love.โ
โDonโt go anywhere.โ You nuzzle your cheek into his chest.ย
He chuckles, โIโm not leaving your side for anything, donโt you worry. Now sleep. Iโll wake you up when itโs time to go.โ Even though you want to stay up to savor each moment in his arms, you know that heโs right. With one last glance up at him, you close your eyes and settle in for the night.
Just as he promised, he wakes you up just as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. He kisses you awake and you grab onto him as you melt into him. When he leans back to look into your eyes, he smiles, โGoodmorning beautiful.โ
โGoodmorning.โ You flip to your back and stretch your arms over your head.
He watches you with such love in his eyes, โIโll go get you some breakfast.โ He begins to get up, but you grab onto his forearm and he chuckles, โI wonโt go far, but you need to eat before we head out.โ You nod, chewing on your bottom lip and let go, but before he moves to get up, he kisses you once more.ย
You watch him go and settle back down in your bed. Now that heโs gone, you finally think about what transpired last night. Smiling to yourself, you replay every moment last night with him and sigh contently.
He comes back with two shells filled with fruits and you spend time chatting about your plan and eating. He tells you that heโll be able to find Mingi, but you have to trust him and be patient. He tells you that finding him will probably take the majority of the day and you hate that. When youโre done with your meal, you get ready for the day and put on some menโs pants and a white blouse. Itโs big, but youโd rather deal with ill-fitting clothes than wind blowing your dress up as you ride the dragon.
After preparing a small bag with fruit and some items, you walk to the main cavern with Yunho. He has your hand firmly clasped in his and you canโt help the smile on your face.ย
The cavern has a chill to it and you suspect that has to do with the grey clouds covering the sun. He stops and turns to look at you, noticing that you are not wearing anything warm and frowns. Before you can protest though, heโs off running in the direction of your cave and you lean up against the altar to wait for him. It doesnโt take him long to come back with a thick blanket and you canโt help but love him more. He wraps you up and leads you to the edge, โYou need to hold on, okay? Itโs windy up there and Iโll be moving a lot, so youย haveย to hold on.โ The worry on his face is evident.
You reach up and cup his cheek, โIโll hold on, and even if I fall, youโll catch me. I trust you.โ
That doesnโt seem to help his worry at all, โY/N, Iโm serious. I canโt worry about you and track Mingi down at the same time.โ
Rising onto your toes, you kiss him and you feel him melt into it. โIโll be okay, Yunho. Itโs not the first time for me to fly.โ
โYeah, but you were in my claws. Thisโll be different.โ
โIโll hold on. If I feel like Iโm falling, Iโll tap on your neck three times, okay?โ
He nods and kisses you one last time. Itโs long and tender, as if he wants to savor it before not being able to hold you as a human for the whole day. When he leans back, he takes a few steps away from you and shifts. You feel no fear as you watch the light fade and the dragon emerge. He looks over to you and takes a few steps towards the edge before laying completely down so you can get on easily. You make your way over to him and place your hand on his scaly neck, โYouโre beautiful.โ
He chuffs and nudges you with his nose for you to get on and you nod, chuckling. Itโs not hard to climb up, much to your surprise, and you settle down at the base of his neck. With nothing to hold onto though, you scoot up and grab onto his horns for support. He doesnโt move an inch till you tell him that you are okay, and you steady your breathing as he walks closer to the edge.
The moment he lifts off, you feel amazing. Itโs different than being in his claws while pain surged through your sides. Now, it seems likeย youย are the one who is flying. The ascent is difficult for you to hold on, but Yunho flies carefully till you fly higher than the clouds and levels out. When you breach the grey clouds though, itโs like the world opens up. The sun beams down on you and creates a beautiful sea of sun-kissed clouds that you want to run your fingers in. A smile blooms on your face at the sight, and Yunho must feel your happiness because he makes a low pitched sound that resembles a pleased hum.
You donโt even notice the chill up here until the shock of how beautiful the scenery wears off. When you feel it settle on your skin, you become very grateful that Yunho brought you a thick blanket.ย
Yunho makes a noise in warning and you hold on tighter as he veers to the right hard and dips down just enough so he can see beneath the clouds. You watch him curiously, wondering how heโs tracking Mingi when thereโs nothing to track. Youโre still learning all there is to Yunho and Mingi and their abilities, but youโre sure that youโll completely understand one day.
The day is long as you ride. Yunho changes direction every so often, veering to the right or to the left and you have no idea where you are going. Youโve watched the sun move in the sky until it dips below the clouds and youโre becoming restless. After so long, your ass has become numb and the constant wind on your face has made your skin almost raw. However, you canโt complain at all because youโre with him, youโre touching him- Thatโs all that matters now.
Yunho makes another warning grumble and you hold on tighter. He doesnโt change directions like you expect him to, instead he starts to descend into the clouds below. When you emerge, you see that heโs headed to another island. It doesn't look anything like Yunhoโs island, but a small stretch of land covered in thick trees. Itโs hard to see due to the dying light, but you see one fire on the far end and that fills you with hope.ย
He sets down as gently as he can and you slide off of him, keeping the blanket securely wrapped around you. Before he can shift though, you set off in a sprint to the fire. You have to see if Mingi is here, one more second of wondering will surely kill you. Yunho is hot on your tail and yells for you to wait, but you donโt listen to him at all. You hop over fallen trees and weave around bushes in your way, not caring that you canโt really see.
When you reach the clearing, you see a lone figure sitting away from you on the beach staring out at the rolling waves. The flickering flames behind him light up his toned back and white hair, and relief floods through you. You race towards him and he stands, turning to face the incoming footsteps and his face morphs from surprise to immense love and happiness. You donโt stop when you run past the fire and you donโt stop to stand in front of him. The closer you get to him, he becomes more concerned and begins to back away, โY/N, youโre getting too-โ
You cut him off by leaping into his arms, pressing your body up against his and kissing him, allowing the blanket to fall to the ground. He freezes in place and tenses, and you can feel him begin to shift. Between kisses you say, โI love you. I love you Mingi, more than anything.โ
A guttural noise comes from him and youโre not sure if itโs from him or the dragon fighting to come out. His lips feel soft on your own and his skin feels like fire. You know that he has no idea what you are doing but you have to show him how much you care for him. He groans again and backs away, his eyes a flaming red as he trembles, the red light in his chest growing brighter with each second, โRun Y/N! I donโt want to hurt you1 Run and hide!โ His panicked eyes flick to the fire and you know that Yunho is right there.
โIโm not going anywhere Mingi.โ You smile at him as he backs farther away. Yunho quickly comes by your side and reaches for your hand, interlacing your fingers. Even if Mingi transforms, Yunho will stop him from hurting you. Just the sight of that has Mingi flabbergasted, his mouth hangs open in shock while his red eyes stare at your conjoined hands. Itโs as if the dragon warring inside of him doesnโt know what to do and he freezes in place. His body trembles with the extreme amount of energy pulsing in him and all you want to do is reach out and comfort him.ย
In a deeper voice than youโve ever heard before he says, โHow? How can you touch?โ
Yunho answers first, โItโs like the drive, theย needย to finish the ritual vanishes in an instant, but you have to let it. It feels like youโre being burnt alive to let it go, but you can. You can choose it, you can choose her. You donโt have to comply to the needs of our ancestor dragons, we can choose our own path now.โ
You take a step forward and Yunho keeps his hand firmly clasped in yours as you tentatively reach out and cup Mingiโs cheek. He lets out a sharp gasp and his eyes meet yours as you whisper, โBe with me. I want to live the rest of our lives together.โ
He lets out an easy laugh, โAs if itโs a choice.โ His red eyes flicker and then returns to his regular dark brown that you could get lost in, โI wouldnโt want anything else Y/N. Iโve wanted you for a long time but I was too afraid to do anything about it. I couldnโt let myself believe that I could live my life with you because I was afraid of what the dragon could do to you.โ His eyes flick to your conjoined hands with Yunho and back to you, โSeeing that itโs possible, I donโt want to be afraid anymore, I want you.โ A handsome smile blooms on his face, โI love you Y/N.โ
โI love you too.โ You lean forward and kiss him again and you can still feel how confused he is about what you are doing. He does his best to copy what you are doing but is sloppy. You lean back and smile at him, โIโm so happy we found you. I was so afraid that Iโd never see you again.โ
His brows furrow and he reaches for your other hand, โI never should have left, Iโm so sorry.โ
Yunho makes a noise beside you and you take a step to the side to look at him. He has a guilty look on him and you immediately know something is up. He rubs the back of his neck, โYou donโt need to take the blame Mingi.โ He lets out a breath and lets his hand drop to his side, โHe didnโt leave on his own volition, I made him leave.โ
You take your hand from his, โYou what?โ
Mingi puts a hand up to ease the growing tension, โThereโs no need to get angry about this, itโs all in the past now.โ
โThatโs not the point, Yunho, you kept this from me.โ
He nods and chews on the dead skin on his bottom lip, โI did, and Iโm sorry about that. Iโm sorry for a lot of things actually. For one, I never should have told you to leave Mingi, youโre my greatest friend and I shouldnโt have let my emotions cloud my judgement. And I shouldnโt have kept that fact from you Y/N, you deserve to know everything.โ
Mingi disregards everything that Yunho said and gathers him in a hug, โStop being so glum. We need to celebrate!โ
You watch with your arms folded over your chest and you canโt help but let all of those negative feelings fade. Thereโs no need to stew on the past, youโre all together now, thatโs all that matters. Mingi lets Yunho go with a pat on the back, and they both turn to you. Before you can say anything else though, your stomach growls fiercely and you sigh. Both menโs mood changes immediately and Mingi turns to Yunho, โLetโs go fish.โ
They leave you by the fire to go get dinner. Youโre not too pleased not being around them, but the promise of a hot meal will suffice. They disappear as they walk down the beach, Mingi saying there are calmer waters over there and you debate on following them, but you know that theyโll bring you right back, telling you that you need to stay warm by the fire. While you wait, you think about what this means for your future. Youโll live with them on the island, making it your home in all aspects. You expect Mingi and Yunho to move into your cave, you donโt want to sleep alone anymore if you can help it. What will your life look like now with them? Heat blooms on your face as you think aboutย whatย youโll do with them and you squirm in your seat.
Even though it feels like forever since they left to get you food, youโre sure that itโs only been ten minutes at most. When they return, they have two coconuts and one fish, and you can see that they arenโt particularly happy with the results. They plop down beside you and get to work preparing the meal and you notice Mingi continuously sneaking glances at you. Thereโs a deep flush on his cheeks each time he does, and you find it to be incredibly cute.ย
โWere the fish not cooperating today?โ You smile.
Yunho shoots you a look and lets out a breathy laugh, โHard to fish when we donโt have any spears. Had to catch it with our hands, in the dark mind you.โ
You hum and lean back onto your hands while staring at the flickering flames. Thereโs a cracking noise beside you, but before you look over, Mingi has put one half of the coconut in your lap. You shoot him a grateful glance and take a sip of the water and try to pass it back to him but he shakes his head.
Dinner is quieter than you expected. Thereโs an energy surrounding you three and you havenโt been able to name why that is. Yunho and Mingi seem to be silently communicating with each other as you take bites from the cooked fish. Youโre curious as to what theyโre keeping from you, but you donโt ask while you eat.
When youโre done, you take one last swig of coconut water and stand up, heading to the shore to watch the waves. The moonlight hits the water beautifully while the bright stars in the sky twinkle. You donโt have to look beside you to know that Mingi has followed you because he hums and scoots close to you. โYou know, โ He starts, โI never thought that my life would end up like this. I thought Iโd live life on my island with my Father. I was content with that, and when I lost that, I never thought Iโd have happiness again. When I met Yunho, he became the only person I cared about, and yet I was still afraid that Iโd end up losing him too.โ He turns to face you, his eyes warm and sincere, โBut when I met you, those fears hit me head on. To think thatย Iย could be the one to kill you? I couldnโt handle it. I couldn't allow myself to fully let you in even though I was lying to myself.โ He reaches out tentatively and takes both of your hands in his, โI have loved you for a long time Y/N, and I donโt want to be afraid anymore.โ
Warmth builds in your chest as you gaze into his eyes, โI love you so much.โ
He bends and presses his lips to yours gently, heโs still unpracticed but you love it nonetheless. You let go of his hands to hold his toned waist as he cups your face, pulling you closer to him. Each press is exploratory, and you can feel the need wafting off of him like a growing flame. Itโs as if he wants to savor every kiss, every touch, every moment with you to the fullest. You open your mouth wider and deepen the kiss causing him to shiver against you. Dragging your hands up his stomach, you purposefully make it so it drives him insane.ย
He groans against your mouth, โI donโt think Iโll ever get enough of you.โ
You kiss the corner of his mouth and then kiss the length of his neck, paying attention to his body language and sounds. When you kiss the spot just below his jaw, he lets out a breathy moan and grips you tighter. You hum victoriously and give that spot all of your attention.ย
His hands travel down to your ass, and he gives you an experimental squeeze before pulling one of your legs up. You lean back to look into his eyes and give him an amorous smile as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. In this position, you can feel practically everything, and you hate that your pants are blocking the way.
He takes you back to the fire and sets you down on your blanket as gently as possible before settling above you. He knocks your knees apart and sits back onto his heels to look at you, โYouโre so beautiful.โ His hands trail up your legs, and you watch with bated breaths, seeing if heโll touch you where you most want him to. Instead, he stops on your thighs and smirks, โCan I pleasure you?โ
โYou donโt even have to ask.โ You reach for the button on your pants, but he moves your hands away and kisses your palm.ย
โNo, let me.โ His fingers easily unbutton your pants, and you lift up your hips to allow him to pull them off. He deliberately goes slow, allowing his fingers to drag down your legs and you are aching with need. The touch of his fingers leaves fire on your skin, leaving you breathless and needy. With one last tug, he pulls them off of you and tosses them to the side before sliding his hands all the way up your legs. You open your legs wider for him to see and you watch as his eyes flare red. He reaches in between your legs and finally touches you, making you release a strangled breath and grip the blanket beneath you. He explores you with the tips of his fingers, mapping you out while watching your face intently. When he finds your clit and you buck against him, and he smirks.
โWhere did you learn that?โ You whimper.
He continues to work your clit and answers you with a deeper voice, โWhen we went fishing, Yunho told me everything I needed to know.โ You should have known that, of course Yunho would teach him. Now that youโre thinking about him though, you notice that heโs nowhere near you. Mingi sees the question in your eyes, โHe took a walk to give us some privacy.โ He circles your clit again and you choke out a moan. โI wanted you for myself the first time I touch you.โ
The sound of the waves mix with your lurid moans as you grip the blanket beneath you. He moves to your entrance and slowly inserts a finger, watching your face for any discomfort. In reality, you ache for more. You want all of him, but heโs content to take his sweet time with you. He pumps his finger in and out of you and you can see how much he loves this. โCurl your finger a little bit.โ You writhe against him.
He complies immediately, inserting another finger and finds that spot inside of you that makes you see stars. His red eyes watch you hungrily and you canโt get enough of him. He sees that you need more, so he adjusts his hand so he can circle your clit with his thumb. You arch your back with this overwhelming sensation and cry out, letting the pleasure take you. Each pump of his fingers, every circle sends you higher and higher, till youโre not sure that youโre on the ground anymore.ย
When you climax, he makes a noise of approval and watches you with a satisfied smirk on his face. While you heave for air, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks the remnants of you off of him. Just the sight of him doing that makes you flutter around nothing and you canโt handle it anymore.ย
Sitting up, you flip him on his back and straddle his hips. He makes a shocked noise, but as soon as he sees you hovering above him, he pulls you down to kiss you hungrily. Itโs frantic and ravenous, like you both canโt hold back anymore. You start to grind on him and the choked moan that comes out of his lips is the best thing youโve heard.ย
Sitting back, you reach for his loincloth and purposefully drag your fingers over his hot skin, just like he did to you before. His stomach twitches and he closes his eyes, โDo you enjoy teasing me this much?โ
โOh, but you did it to me. Fair is fair.โ You scoot back slightly and lean down to kiss his stomach. He groans while his hips move on their own and you love it. You lick a stripe from his navel up to his sternum while grinding down on his bulge, knowing that heโs on the brink of exploding. When heโs needy and writhing beneath you, you finally take off his loincloth and toss it to the side. You pause and look up at him, seeing how desperate he is to orgasm, and you give in. Sitting higher on your knees, you line yourself up and sink down, keeping your eyes locked on his. He chokes out a moan as soon as you sink down and rolls his eyes back in intense pleasure.ย
His hands find purchase on your hips as soon as he is fully inside of you, his fingers digging into your flesh. Your chest heaves as you hold onto his chest to balance, your fingernails pressing into him. โCan I move?โ You huff out and he is quick to nod, practically begging for you to continue.ย
You go slow at first, purposefully taking your time to sink back down and grind your clit on his pelvic bone. He tries his best to remain still so you can go at your own pace, but you can see that heโs barely holding it together. A sheen of sweat covers you, but the slight breeze keeps you from overheating. When you sink back down, he finally whimpers out, โYouโre killing me Y/N.โ
โThen do something about it.โ
Fire shines in his eyes as he accepts your challenge and flips you on your back. He wastes no time thrusting into you hard and fast, keeping his crimson eyes on you. You wrap your legs around his hips and grip his forearms on either side of your head, giving into the pleasure. You canโt help the high-pitched moans coming from your mouth, but that seems to goad him on more.ย
When you close your eyes unconsciously, he growls, โOpen your eyes. Look at me.โย
You comply and grip his forearms tighter, โMingi-โ
He thrusts again and cuts you off causing you to whimper. Heat builds in your core while your legs seem to squeeze his hips on their own. โYou feel amazing.โ His voice is almost inhumanly deep, โI donโt ever want to stop. Fuck-โ
The heat builds and builds until you finally explode with a sharp moan. Your hearing muffles for a few moments while your entire body feels like putty. Mingi climaxes quickly after you due to your relentless squeezing and drops down on you, resting his head on your chest. He trembles against you and reaches for your hand, โYou areโฆโ He exhales a long breath and brings your hand to his mouth, kissing you reverently, โThere is no amount of words to describe how perfect you are.โ
Your heart melts and you reach to thread your fingers through his white hair, โI could say the same about you.โ
He chuckles, the vibrations of it hitting your stomach, โIโm hardly perfect, but you make me a better man. Iโm eternally grateful that fate brought us together, because now I canโt imagine my life without you.โ
The pleasant sigh that escapes his lips while you massage his scalp is music to your ears.ย
You spend a long time in each other's arms talking about your future or mundane things. The conversation never feels forced or awkward even when it lulls as you relax over the soft sand. After a while though, the breeze on your bare legs begins to be too much. Mingi sits back up and sits on his heels looking down at you, his eyes now his normal brown. He hums at the sight of the mess in between your legs and gets up to gather things to clean you up. You donโt bother getting up with him, even now your limbs feel lax and heavy, and it would be too much effort to try.ย
To your left, you hear the crunching of broken branches on the ground and see that itโs Yunho. He looks flustered and disheveled but tries to hide it with a confident stride. He makes his way over to you and plops down, allowing for you to place your head in his lap. He smiles down at you, โHey beautiful.โ
โWhereโd you go?โ
He swallows, โUm, just went on a walk.โ A red blush blooms on his cheeks, reaching the tips of his ears. You know that he must have heard what happened, and you find that itโs cute that heโs so flustered.ย
Mingi returns with some water in the coconut shell and places it near your feet before tearing a scrap off of the blanket. He pays no mind to Yunho as he cleans you up and you squirm, feeling over sensitive. When heโs satisfied that you are clean, he tosses the rag and coconut shell to the side and tucks the blanket around you. He glances at Yunho and smirks, sharing a knowing look before laying on your right side. He turns to face you and drapes an arm around your waist while nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.
Yunho gets the hint and carefully scoots out from under you and takes the place to your left. The warmth radiating off of them is intoxicating and it feels like you donโt even need the blanket. The immense feeling of safety surrounds you, and youโve never felt anything like this before. Yes, you had your Mother growing up that provided you safety, but you had to rely on yourself when she got sick. You barely remember the years where you didnโt have to worry about surviving, all while making sure that she was well taken care of. Now though, you donโt have to look out for yourself anymore-ย You have Yunho and Mingi.ย Theyโve made it perfectly clear that you are the most important person to them and that theyโd protect you from anything that would harm you. For as long as you can remember, youโve had to be hypervigilant and responsible, too mature for what a child should have been. Now you can justย be.
Yunho drapes a leg over yours and holds your hand against his chest. His strong heartbeat pounds pleasantly against your skin as Mingi scoots impossibly closer to you. Thereโs no inch of skin of you that isnโt pressed against them, and you wouldnโt have it any other way. In the matter of minutes, sleep calls you into its sweet embrace and you welcome it.
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<General Warnings:Dark AU,slow burn,smut eventually,non con/dub con elements,magic,coercion,manipulation,possessiveness,obsessiveness,literally more unhinged as it gets by,contains mature themes and dark contents,fighting scenes and if I forget anything..drop a message.>
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<Chapter contains Smut under the cut>
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[A/N: Hello my lovely readers! I'm back and banging with the new chapter of "The Bleeding Noire". I thank each and every single reader who was patient and anticipated the release of this new chapter and encouraged me to write again. LOVE YA'LL, Mwah! <3. Happy reading!]
Rain pattered against the grounds of the grand palace of sertyok making the already looming nightly fog seem more ghostly.
The scent of ranunculuses drifts through the air of the east wing of the palace which is renowned to belong to none other than the eldest prince.
Footsteps.
Careful footsteps sounded over the pouring rain.
So careful that anyone would miss it.
But Wooyoung's head raises slowly from his chained up position and with his eyebrows pinched together in curiosity, he looks at the person who now enters into what is known to be one of the most intricate and hidden dungeons, the 8 princes own.
"Seonghwa hyung?",Wooyoung blinks for a second before his lips curve into a knowing smirk.
"Ha. When did you come back, Yunho?",Wooyoung says relaxing as he lays back against the walls lazily, his hands outstretched above him because of the chains, looking up at "Seonghwa" through his lashes.
Yunho crouches down to Wooyoung's level, transforming into himself and combing his fingers through the younger' head. The action casually intimate and so out of place, to be done at the dungeons and that too to his chained up brother.
Wooyoung observes Yunho as he continues stroking him. There is an unmistakable scent of something on Yunho and the said 'something' must be the cause of the unconsious smug expression he wears is and that's what Wooyoung concludes in his mind.
"You look like you did something", Wooyoung says in a tone of matter of fact.
"Spill"
"Nothing gets past you, huh?", Yunho lets his hands fall away from his head as he smiles at Wooyoung, but the younger one knows better than to actually believe it.
Silence stretches among them.
Because Wooyoung knows Yunho did something and Yunho knows that Wooyoung knows that he did something.
And they both know it has something to do with you.
"Why are you here?", Wooyoung's expression is guarded but no less curious as to why Yunho is here of all places and at this time that is.
Yunho chuckles.
"Aww, come on. I'm here because I'm worried about you", Yunho says, still smiling.
"Well, then let me ask you like this. Why aren't you in Hongjoong Hyung's room with her and what are you doing here when you surely know that Hongjoong hyung locked me up here?", Wooyoung asks,his jaws flexing highlighting his hollow cheeks making his expression look murderous.
"Ah, so you mean to tell me that it was Hongjoong hyung who did this?", Yunho exclaims with a piece of flesh in his hands, the part long dried out of blood and looking frilly and shrewd.
"No, that was Yeosang. He was already furious because of his argument with Hongjoong hyung and then I kissed her. And thus lost my tongue in the process, but hey I'm a velmorrin. So, no biggie", Wooyoung says clicking his tongue against his inner cheeks, the faint black and red veiny tissues along his jawline and the column of his throat indicating his already regenerated new tongue.
"That's totally on you, you know how Yeosang is when he's past his limit of tolerance to all our bullshit and yet you and Hongjoong hyung have a knack for bringing the worst out of him" Yunho says as he crushes Wooyoung's previously ripped out tongue in his palms. The shriveled up flesh turning into ash in no time.
"Ouch!. Hey! Have some courtesy! How could you do that to my tongue infront of me and so carelessly too?!", Wooyoung has a mock bewildered expression on his face, his face twisting into a look of utter horror and dramatic betrayal.
Yunho stands up and dusts himself off, his head raised towards the roof as he sighs.
"Did they tell you when they'll let you go?", Yunho looks over at Wooyoung as the latter just stares up at him with a blank expression and that is all the answer Yunho needs.
He sighs.
"Woo", Yunho calls out softly trying to provide whatever comfort he could at the moment. "Why do you look like-", Yunho' words are cut off by a resounding growl of frustration coming from none other than Wooyoung.
"God, I miss her so bad", Wooyoung's voice croaks out in a raw tone signalling the said man's distress at not being able to be with you. Yunho blinks before an airy chuckle escapes him.
"I was worried for a second, you little shit", Yunhos says, his voice carrying his amusement at the younger' very obvious distress caused by missing you.
A dry chuckle escapes Wooyoung from his kneeling position.
"You should be worried, Yunho", He says blankly, his tone not giving away whatever he means by that sentence. But alarms start ringing in Yunho's head as his eyes narrow towards Wooyoung.
He knows that tone.
It's the same tone Wooyoung uses whenever he's about to wreck havoc upon anyone and anything on his way.
The sound of Chains clinking together pulls Yunho out of his momentary daze as his whole body locks up, his hands freezing in their position by his torso.
In the corner of the room where he was previously chained, stands Wooyoung, the chains are at his feet.
Not the normal chains made of steel or iron or even titanium that they typically use for their own prisoners or humans.
The chains made by infusing 1000 angel's blood, lays uselessly by his feet, as Wooyoung cracks his neck, looking at Yunho with a devilish smirk.
"You know, you're impressive and You're fast when it comes to making moves, I have to give you that. I had an idea that you would do something,but never did I think you'll actually spoon feed her a Lamia's heart", Wooyoung says leaning casually and far too relaxed against the dungeon walls, picking at his finger nail beds.
The airy swoosh of a dagger flying and landing directly upon his chest makes Wooyoung shut up and look at the embedded metal in his ribs. With a chuckle, he extracts it out of his body with a single tug, confirming Yunho's suspicion.
"Where the actual hell are you right now?", the question Yunho asks is directed towards the actual Wooyoung through their shared mindlink, not at the Wooyoung standing infront of him.
Precisely one of the many clones Wooyoung himself creates out of himself for himself.
"Tsk, sometimes I wish you aren't as smart as you are but I'm still proud of you, my brother", Wooyoung's voice sounds distant in the link signalling that he's far away from wherever Yunho is, meaning he's far away from the east wing, as the clone infront of Yunho vanishes into thin air.
"WHERE.ARE.YOU?", The question rumbles out of Yunho, as he grits his teeth in frustration by the way Wooyoung is trying to dodge his question.
"You know exactly where I am. Come find me and maybe then you can see the real her", Wooyoung says, his tone giving no way to counter arguments as he adds, "And oh, i was told, the lamia heart was delicious. I've heard its considered a delicacy among the people of the North but it's my shadow's first time tasting it, thanks to you".
Wooyoung laughs as a loud crash is heard through his private mindlink with Yunho as his voice fades out signalling he ended their link. All while, Yunho looks at the now destroyed dungeon wall infront of him while his jaw flexes in pure ferocity at the audacious tone of his younger brother.
He's all used to it. But still, as he thinks of the way he bloodied his hands to get the Lamia's heart only for Wooyoung's another clone he made out of your form drink it, makes him furious.
How stupid of him.
All his work has gone down the drain, thanks to Wooyoung and his antics.
His very clever antics.
He's always known that all of his half brothers were as formidable as himself. Some more crueler. Some more subtler. Some more cunning. Some more chaotic.
But the thing is,Wooyoung is both Cunning and chaotic.
A deathly combo.
He knows that all his brothers are posessive and insane when it comes to the objects of their desires and possession.
And he knows for a fact that it won't be easy to win your favor.
Not with all of his brothers around.
And all of them even though some of them won't blatantly admit it, know it in their bones, that they'll absolutely kill for you, including themselves, and push themselves to demise if it comes down to it.
With that thought in mind, Yunho walks towards the now abandoned chambers of what used to be the residence of Concubine Jung, Wooyoung's mother.
The place doesnโt look like it's been abandoned at all. If he himself didn't witness the events that took place here, he would've thought that someone is actually still residing here.
Which is not exactly wrong, because Wooyoung loves this place.
He pushes the last corner's right door open and comes face to face with Ohn Duan, the personal knight who's also Wooyoung's sworn servant.
Yunho's face gives away no expression as Duan bows in greeting and points towards the balcony in the far end of the other side of the place.
"Took you long enough. I almost thought you weren't coming", Wooyoung's face mirrors the same blankness Yunho wears as he leans towards the decorative railings of the balcony.
"Where's she?", Yunho's voice is still blank and seemingly uninterested but betrays slight anticipation he tried and failed to reign in, because when it comes to you all of them lose their usual composure.
"Sleeping. My bite knocked her out. It's a given since Seonghwa hyung only marked her recently, but I'm not gonna let myself be at the hyungs' mercy waiting for my turn which may never come if they decide so", Wooyoung leans back, his robe open around his torso showcasing the hard muscles along the lines of his upper body as he spins a bark of osmanthus tree between his fingers.
That was the moment Yunho's eyes find the red and purple marks blooming along the column of Wooyoung's throat and the scratch marks near the nape of his neck and the very obvious scratch marks Wooyoung wears on his back.
Silence stretches between them as crickets crokle in a distance.
One look at Wooyoung and even an idiot would know what happened.
And Yunho is no idiot.
"I miscalculated the timings and intervals of the bond bites. Seems like i overestimated their patience. Seonghwa must have bitten her within 72 hours of Hongjoong biting her, isn't it?", Yunho exclaims, a solemn expression in his face which does not quite match the intensity of his thoughts which are racing miles per seconds.
Wooyoung does nothing but stretch like a lazy cat, deliberately showing off the marks you left on him after the events that happened in this very residence which took place after he teleported you from Hongjoong's room when his elder brothers and yeosang left the room after Seonghwa impatiently bit you, talking in hushed voices as to not disturb you.
All while the real Wooyoung was under your bed waiting patiently to whisk you away.
They thought they threw him into the dungeons and chained him up to teach him a lesson on patience as per Yeosang's words.
Little did the three of them know, it was Wooyoung's shadow clone that he created that was chained up.
And, the minute he entered your room earlier, he deliberately made a clone out of himself and all the events that followed was as per what Wooyoung precalculated his brothers would do.
-------------<4 hours earlier>------------
[After Hongjoong,Seonghwa and Yeosang left]
Wooyoung crawls out from under the bed and scoops your unconsious form from the bed and lays your head comfortably against his chest and teleports to a place he wanted to keep you in.
If he can, He'll keep you there forever.
His late mother's residence.
But, the moment he teleported back to his mother's chambers with you in his arms, you woke with a flinch. Sweat drenching every crevice of your body and Wooyoung knew exactly what what happening.
He anticipated it.
He knows.
Everyone in sertyok and in the demonic realm knows, that the bite between mates should be done with proper care and if it comes down to a person having several mates, precautionary time intervals between each bites should be given.
If not, the person experiences what is known as "Bond aspiration/frenzy" Where they go into a maniacal state of intense and aggrevating sexual hunger.
For their mates precisely.
And Seonghwa, Yeosang and Hongjoong overestimated that the said aspiration would start only after a day.
They seemed to have skimmed over the fact that it was only applicable to Normal peasants and other creatures.
Not to the one who belonged to the most powerful witch lineage.
You opened your eyes to look into familiar obsidian ones staring right back at you and you nothing but all jump out of his arms, panting and looking around, but your mind feels strangely foggy and you can't think at all, you start pulling at your own hair at the strange feeling that's spreading all over your body radiating the strongest near your collarbones where your bond mark is located.
You lift your head up to look at the person who was holding you in his arms.
Wooyoung was'nt he? That's what you remember his name being.
"What the actual heck is wrong with me-" an unconsious groan tears out of your throat as another wave of heat spreads through your body while a voice inside your head starts chanting.
Bond.Mate.Bond.Mate.
You clutch your head with a wince.
Fucking hell.
Another set of hands wrap around yours gently massaging your temples.
You look up at him.
And you blink once and then twice.
You must have gone insane.
That's it.
Because how else can you explain this strange feeling of your heart fluttering and thumping against your chest all of a sudden at his gentle demeanor?.
Why does he look attractive to you and too in this situation?
You don't have any explanation and you dont think about anything when you pulled him to you, crashing your lips against his on pure instinct.
To your surprise, he doesn't seem fazed at all at your strange behaviour. Even more surprisingly, he threads his fingers into your hair pulling you closer as your lips start moving against each other's.
You move backwards until your legs hit the edge of a wooden table that looks grandiose with stacks of papers and ink at the middle.
But Wooyoung doesnโt seem to care about anything other than you.
He swipes his palms against the surface of the table and the sound of the ink pettle clattering to the ground along with the scattered papers that now lays on the floor in a mess registers in some faraway part of your brain as he breaks the kiss, swiping his thumb along your lower lip with a grin and lifts you up making you sit at the table as he makes himself stand comfortably between your parted legs.
"Something's wrong with me", your voice comes out in a whisper in the far too- quiet- for -your- comfort chambers.
"Hmm?", Wooyoung, all but hums, acting oblivious against your lips as he moves down to your throat, leaving kisses along the path of his lips.
Your mind is a mess.
You donโt know what's happening and why it's happening but as you look down at your fingers when you feel some sort of wetness seeping through them, you freeze.
Blood.
You have blood on your hands and you look at his neck.
He's bleeding.
The area near the nape of his neck is bleeding only a little, but still you very obviously feel the wetness of the blood.
It's weird.
You're not disgusted at all.
And then another wave of tge same feeling passes and Something snaps inside you as your eyes go blank and then at the next moment, darkens.
You donโt register your own hands clawing at his shirt, basically ripping it out of impatience, as you latch your lips to his throat, biting and Licking.
You bite his earlobe and trace your tongue along his jawline and taste something sweet with hints of metal. You blink hazedly, and look what tastes so sweet on your tongue and to your horror realize, it's his blood.
Wooyoung just grins and pushes your head towards where your nails made their mark encouraging you to drink.
You hesitate for a moment.
But the taste of his blood still on your tongue pushes you to lap at his neck, as you lick him clean.
No time to be disgusted when his blood tastes good to you.
-------------[Warning:Smut]-------------
A satisfied moan tears out of his mouth at your eager lapping at his neck before he's pulling your head off from his neck,kissing you feverishly.
His lips trace a path along your throat. Another moan sounds and bounces off the walls, but this time, from you, as he nibbles the skin.
You stare dazedly at him for a moment before pulling him in for another kiss, as you open your legs wider rubbing your core against his body, seeking friction. Wooyoung follows suit, as he starts rubbing his clothed cock against your clothed thighs.
"Ah, W-wooyoung", you're literally shaking against him, delirious because of the unknown sensations spreading through your body.
His pupils dilate at your shaky tone as his canines start protruding, his eyes going the typical velmorrin black. A soft 'uff' escapes you as you glide through air and land back in a mattress. You lift your head up to see the massive chandelier above glinting with lights but somehow the room is still dim lighted.
You're in another room.
Wooyoung stands at the edge of the bed, your foot in his hold, as he kisses each and every single one of your toes,looking every bit of a devotee worshipping his goddess at the altar.
The scene is poetic.
You lean up, clawing at his shirt as he helps you by ripping it open and throwing the tethering scraps of what used to be his shirt away to some corner of the room.
His room.
The room he spent most of his early years in.
The room where he hid, cowering in fear as the grand king's guards a.k.a his beloved father's guards continued slashing his mother's back open with a sharp edged cord.
Tears blur his vision as he rests his forehead in your heel.
The first drops of his tears coat the soles of your foot as he unbuttons his pants and soon leaves them to join the rest of his discarded clothes.
You get no warning.
You feel the air shifting and a soft sound escapes you and your clothes are gone in an instant as he starts getting visibly more impatient by the minute.
Cool air hits your body as you shiver lightly.
Your hair falls in a halo around your head in your position among the pillows as he looks at you adoringly with twisted infatuation and,slowly, while maintaining eye contact to make sure you're looking at him and only him, lowers his head to your now exposed bare pussy.
His tongue darts out to lick a fat and greedy stripe from your hole to your clit.
The taste of you is heavenly on his tongue and with a raw and guttural moan he dives in again but this time he does not hold himself back as he licks,sucks and even nibbles at your most intimate area like he's making out with your pussy.
Your head is thrown back, back arched like a bow as dirty moans spill free out of your lips. Unguarded and desperate. Your hands find purchase in his head which only seems to motivate him to do more. Your release gushes out of you without any warning and only when he lifts his head up to look at you dazedly, do you register the amount of liquid coating his chin, face and some even on his neck; dribbling down past his chest.
"Never did I imagine such heavenly virtue be bestowed upon me nor did i ever think i was ever worthy, angel. But fuck me, if its not the sexiest thing I've had the pleasure of witnessing in my life, I don't know what is. Seems like You're a squirter, huh?", a mischievous grin makes it's way onto his face as he crawls up and comes face to face to you as his hands start slowly massaging your breasts, his fingers pinching at your nipple, rolling them and toying with them, making you yelp.
The sensations are too much and your body is too hot. You can't take it anymore.
"Please. Please just do something. I don't think I can take it anymore. Why does it seem to worsen when I-", a hiccup escapes you. "When I cum?", you say as you grit your teeth as another wave of heat passes from your neck to your lower body.
The pain is throbbing and unrelenting as it rolls out all throughout your body.
It's making you insane.
The pain is unlike anything you've witnessed before. It is annoying in a way. Not quite going away and only keeps increasing as the clock ticks.
He chuckles as his lips form a pout as he coos at you, wiping the sweat dripping off your forehead with gentle hands as he shushes you, whispering words of comfort. But even through your lust fogged mind, you can clearly see his actions do not match the dark, satisfied gleam in his eyes, like he enjoys you being at his mercy.
Two of his fingers finds your wet core as he starts spearing them through your hole. An airy 'ah' escapes you, as pleasure spreads throughout your body and unbridled moans from you follow the sounds of his fingers sloshing against your hole.
Wooyoung is officially a goner.
He starts blabbering like a madman.
"I love you. I love you. I love you, my sweet little angel. Say it back. Say you love me. Say.it", His face is inches from yours and fingers stop their minsitrations all together,stilling inside you,as dark eyes gleaming in the moonlight stay fixated on your form, waiting for you to say the words.
The underlying threat is very clear.
If you don't say what he wants you to say, He'll stop.
You try to not answer. Key word: TRY.
You try looking away to gather some semblance of your remaining sanity.
But Wooyoung is already tethering on edge.
He smooshes your cheeks between his fingers as his wildly unhinged eyes find yours, daring you to look away from him again.
"Say.it.Angel. Come on, say it baby. It's just a few words. They'll make me happy, If you say them. I'll be very happy, Pretty please?", his eyes though dark, holds hints of intense and impatient longing as he tries to break your stubborn intent,emotionally manipulating you.
Even though he's manipulating you and coaxing you and you're very well aware of it even in your lust driven haze, he looks like a desperate pup, looking at you like that.
Maybe that's why you're resolve breaks and the words tumble out of you without caution.
"Love you-", only a millisecond passes before his mouth is onto you, lips finding purchase near the base of your throat, sharp canines sinking in as he thrusts his cock inside your pussy without any warning. Your body does it again. It seizes up and your mouth falls open in a loud scream which soon turns into a broken pitch of pleasure as he stuffs your hole to the max, stretching it beyond what you knew was possible.
He pulls away with a groan licking at his lips where the remnants of your blood remain as the new bond mark blooms.
His mark.
He pulls his cock out all way only to thrust it back inside you more brutally as strings of satisfied laughter escapes him from above you.
Your jaw slackens as drool slips past your lips as mind numbing pleasure overtakes your senses and a series of low pitched sounds of pleasure escape you.
Your legs wraps themselves around his waist accommodating him to go deeper as his hands find your still bloody throat squeezing and choking lightly. Wooyoung knows for a fact, that If he were to use even half of his strength, He'll end up breaking your neck.
So he's careful and mindful.
The room is filled with sounds of skin slapping against each other as the room emits a strong redolent of sex.
He pulls your body up towards him, still thrusting inside you like a raged bull; smashing his lips against yours in a wet kiss.
"Cum for me angel. Cum for your Wooyoung", he says in a whiny,breathy tone, nose touching yours in a way that makes your stomach do flips.
"Fuck- ngh", that's all the answer he gets as your release gushes out of you coating his cock, down to his balls, glistening and making it more slippery.
He follows, with his own release shooting out of him in spurts as strings of curses fall from his lips; his cum getting embedded directly into your womb.
Your mind crashes at last,as you go limbless from the mind numbing orgasm and the series of events that took place tonight. He catches you before your spine decides to give up on your stature as he lays you back gently, making sure you're surrounded by soft pillows and pulling the weighted blanket on top of your naked body.
After kissing your forehead and throwing a robe on himself, he goes to the balcony situated in the other part of the residence because he knows for a fact that Yunho will find him in no time.
It's long overdue for Yunho to arrive.
-------------End of flashback------------
"Fine. Stop showing off, asshole", Yunho hits the backside of Wooyoung's head at the younger' deliberate display of showing off the fresh marks you left on him.
Yunho wouldn't admit it even if he swallows a truth serum.
But Wooyoung's level of trickery and cunning does impress him in the slightest.
"Ha. You wish you were me, huh?", Wooyoung taunts,with one of the most obvious shit eating grins stretched on his face, making him look like a lunatic.
"So, What do you plan on doing now?", Yunho probes slightly, anticipation bleeding into his tone because of the small possibility of getting his hands on you and keeping you for himself for a time being, if Wooyoung decided to let a bit loose on his hold over you,since he already claimed you.
"Nothing. She's back at Hongjoong Hyung's room", Wooyoung says plainly, looking to the far end on the balcony, his arms holding the railings.
"You did what?!", Yunho's face breaks as pure disappointment paints his features.
He thought he would get some time with you. Some undisturbed peace and quiet so he could leisurely admire you and observe you. That dream was shattered by Wooyoung's relevation that he teleported you back to Hongjoongโs room.
Wooyoung snickers at Yunho's blatant disappointment. The midnight air is cool against both their skin.
He straightens up.
"Now, it's time for me to go. I have something important to do. Try to have a good night", Wooyoung says fixing his robe which has fallen open as he tucks the osmanthus bark inside his pockets for safekeeping and vanishes into thin air, teleporting to who knows where.
But Yunho has an idea as to where Wooyoung disappeared off to.
And thus decides to leave him alone.
Yunho stands alone in the balcony of the garindoise residence of what used to be Wooyoung's home.
It still is his home.
But some things are better left not being reminded about.
And this is one of those things, for Wooyoung.
"Happy birthday, Concubine Jung", the words tumble out of Yunho in a soundless whisper which disappears into the sounds of the night as he looks at the moon lit sky.
"It's been a century since your death. Your son is wrecking havoc upon everything and everyone. Very unlike of how you wanted him to turn out. But the rest of us aren't any better. Somehow this time, he and the rest of us found someone worth keeping by our sides. Please grant us your blessings and protection. And, please protect her too, even from us if it comes down to it", the breeze flows from the garden below the balcony carrying Yunho's whispered words along with it.
The gentle breeze feels like a gentle caress against his cheeks, exactly like the ones of reassurance, Mother Jung or Concubine Jung, used to give them all.
She was an angel among the people of the sertyok court.
And maybe that's why she was executed.
Because in a kingdom like sertyok, being kind gets you killed.
Summary:ย When you appeared and wept at his mother's funeral, Hongjoong found himself wanting to find out more about you. A regular girl, who owns a flower shop in his territory and has a relationship with the mother that he hasn't spoken to in years, why hasn't he ever noticed you before?
[Warning(s): 18+ for violence, use of weapons, smoking, alcohol consumption, slight gore, gang affiliation, tattoos and character deaths. Minors DNI. This is a work of fiction and does not represent the Ateez members in real life.]
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You didn't see Jihoon after that, not that you actively sought him out either. Quite the opposite, you found yourself avoiding him, which you have never done before. Sometimes, you would peek out to see if he was there. If the coast was clear, you'll clear your trash and rush back inside.
Of course, you didn't tell the other girls about this. Whatever it was, this was between you and Jihoon. You didn't want your issues to influence or affect their friendship with him.
"My love, I built this room for you to enjoy and relax, not frown and sigh." Hongjoong's voice dragged you out of your inner monologue.
"How long have you been standing there?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Long enough to see you sigh 3 times in a row. What's bothering you, hmm? Tell me." He came up to cup your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb.
"Nothing. I'm really enjoying setting up the room." You smiled, putting more of your jars on the shelves.
"I'm glad to hear that. If you need anything else, just go ahead and buy it." He pulled you in to kiss your temple.
"You know I don't like spending your money." You rolled your eyes.
"But I like when you spend my money, I like indulging you." He chuckled. Hongjoong moved to help you flatten the moving boxes that you emptied.
"Oh yes, I took a break from setting up just now to make you this." You handed him a newly filled balm container.
"Thank you, love." He smiled and took it, setting it down onto the table. Hongjoong didn't bother you, he just sat there quietly, watching you set up. But with him there, you decided to sit next to him to write labels.
"So, how was work today?" You asked as you focused on writing the labels.
"Hmm... Work was... work. We've all been busy trying to handle some stuff that came up but I won't bore you with all that stuff." He let out a soft sigh.
"Oh, which reminds me... Would you like to go on vacation?" He suddenly asked, making you stop writing.
"What? Vacation? To where?" You blinked.
"Italy. Havest season is starting at one of my vineyards in Tuscany so I was thinking it would be nice to go for a few days. You can even harvest the grapes if you'd like." He shrugged.
"Wow... That sounds really nice. But I have to ask, this isn't because we're suddenly fugitives on the run, right?" You gulped slightly.
"You and your imagination... No, we're not on the run. I promise." He laughed.
"And honestly, I thought you would question or be more intrigued at the fact that I have a vineyard somewhere in Italy. Not at the possibility of us being on the run from something." He added.
"With all of you, I think I have slowly learnt to not be phased by these things anymore. Like you could tell me that you owned a secret country somewhere and I don't think I would be shocked. Yeosang was telling me how you all gifted Jongho a vineyard recently so it seems normal." You giggled.
"I guess you're right. But how does that sound, do you want to go?" Hongjoong asked.
"Sure. My schedule is good, I only have an event set up early next week. When do you want to leave? I'll stop taking online orders." You said, taking your phone out.
"We can leave whenever you want, I don't want you to stress about work and this." He said.
"We can go... the week after next? Just so I can settle orders and ask my friends to help me care for the plants." You said.
"Sure, that sounds good." He nodded, leaning over to give you another kiss to your head. You leaned against his shoulder, still writing your labels.
"Are you done with work for the day?" You asked, not wanting him to be skipping out again to be here with you.
"I can be." He replied, reaching up to stroke your hair. You sat up and shot him a look.
"Geez, alright, if you must know, lady boss... I am done with my meetings and paper work but the boys plan to hit up the tracks tonight." He admitted with a dramatic roll of his eyes.
"We should go." You blurted out. Hongjoong nodded then paused and looked at you in confusion.
"We?" He tilted his head. You nodded in confirmation. Hongjoong was always taking part in your personal and work life, maybe it was time that you show some interest in his. Anyway, you have been to the tracks before and it seemed safe.
"A-Are you sure?" Hongjoong stuttered.
"Mhmm. But if it's not safe, I won't. It's supposed to be a fun thing for you guys and if me being there is only going to bring more stress to you then-"
"No, no. Of course not. I'm just surprised but sure, you're more than welcome to go." Hongjoong patted your head.
"Well, Mingi and Wooyoung always talk about 'the tracks'." You giggled, moving your hands like driving an imaginary steering wheel.
"Okay, slow down there, speedy. There is no way that you are racing." Hongjoong raised a surprised eyebrow at you. You jeered at him with a playful pout.
"You're so... unfun." You rolled your eyes.
"Unfun? That's the best insult you got?" He scoffed. You stuck your tongue out at him, beginning the stick the labels on your things.
"I'll see you later, love. Dinner's in an hour then we'll leave right after." Hongjoong squeezed your waist, planting a kiss on your cheek before leaving you to your space.
*KNOCK KNOCK*
"Come in." You turned around with a smile, thinking it was Hongjoong yet again. But to your surprise, it was Mingi, with a big grin on his face. One thing you learnt from Hongjoong was that if any of the boys had big grins on their faces, there is reason for you to be suspicious. You shot him a weird look.
"Should I be worried and... or... scared?" You asked, squinting your eyes at him.
"Hongjoong hyung told us that you're going to the racetrack tonight. So, here's a little something from all of us, to commemorate your first time there." He winked.
"What is it?" You tilted your head. Mingi took a velvet box out and opened it to show you.
"They're red diamonds because one of Hongjoong hyung's favourite colours are red." He picked up the tennis bracelet.
"Woah." You recoiled your hand as he was reaching out to put it on your wrist, as if you would burn if it were to touch your skin. Mingi froze at your reaction.
"What's wrong?" Mingi blinked in confusion.
"I-I can't wear that or have that. That's too expensive, I can't..." You struggled to find your words.
"(y/n), it's a gift from all of us. Just take it. Let us spoil you." He rolled his eyes playfully, gently holding your hand to bring it to him before clasping the bracelet over your wrist.
"There we go! Fits perfectly, see it was made for you." He grinned teasingly. It was MADE for you so of course he said that.
After that, Mingi waited for you and walked with you to the dining room for dinner. Hongjoong stopped talking to Jongho and smiled when he saw you. His eyes trailed to the sparkly bracelet that sat prettily on your wrist.
"I see you got your gift. It's beautiful." He held the hand that had the bracelet, admiring the red diamonds that sparkled under the light. Then he kissed the back of your hand.
"You and I are going to talk about this later." You squinted your eyes at him before going to your seat.
"Ooooh, you're in trouble~" San sang and Seonghwa chuckled.
"Shut up." Hongjoong growled. He watched you smile and chat with the others, he still didn't understand why you didn't want to sit beside him at the table.
"It suits you, really." Yeosang complimented.
"Thank you. It's just... a lot. I'm not used to it yet." You giggled. Hongjoong's jaw dropped slightly.
"When I complimented her, I get the threat of being lectured. When Yeosang compliments her, it's all 'thank you' and smiles." Hongjoong sulked. Seonghwa tilted his head, amused at his best friend.
"You're such a child." Seonghwa laughed. Soon, the staff came in with trays of dinner.
"Are you excited for the tracks later? I got this AMAZING outfit planned for you-" Wooyoung was buzzing with excitement.
"Seriously, how did all of you pull this together so quickly? I just told Hongjoong that I was going like... 2 hours ago. Then suddenly there's a diamond bracelet present and you're already coordinating outfits ready for me." You laughed in disbelief. Wooyoung just winked with a playful glint in his eyes.
"Trust me when I say, we work really fast. You need something done, we do it." Yunho smiled, resting his head against his fist as he ate. Hongjoong took his phone out, texting his men.
'VIP at the tracks tonight. Manpower up. - Boss'
Hongjoong put his phone back into his pocket and finished up his meal. After eating, Hongjoong waited for you to leave.
"Thank you for waiting. The others are very excited about tonight, it's making me more excited." This time, you held fists out like you were riding a motorcycle.
"Cute how you think I'll let you ride a motorcycle, much less, race in one." Hongjoong kissed your head.
"I'm a safe driver! You've seen me drive." You whined as you both walked upstairs.
"I know you are. But that's exactly why I don't want you racing. Safety is what gets you hurt, baby." Hongjoong explained. You puckered your lips in a defiant sulk.
"You're just scared I'll beat you!" You pointed.
"No, I know you'll definitely beat me." He said. Of course, Hongjoong will let you win if you were to really race.
"I don't like your tone, you're making fun of me." You turned your nose up at him. Hongjoong chuckled and grabbed your hips, pulling you to him and planting a kiss on your lips. You rolled your eyes but wrapped your arms around his neck.
"You better go shower before Wooyoung comes with your curated outfit. He's very excited to style you." He patted your hip with an exasperated sigh.
"I'm surprised you didn't insist on styling me." You raised your eyebrows.
"Trust me, I tried." He clicked his tongue. Grabbing fresh underwear, you went to take a shower.
"But this is my room! Why do I have to leave?" As you were finishing your shower, you heard Hongjoong talking to someone outside. It sounded like he was talking to Wooyoung.
"You'll be too opinionated, hyung." Wooyoung replied.
"It's just the tracks!" Hongjoong hissed in reply. You giggled quietly to yourself as you stepped out and dried your body.
"Are you just scared that I'll make her too hot? Don't want prying eyes on her." Wooyoung teased.
"Yes, exactly, I don't want others looking at what's mine. And it may be a safety issue if she attracts too much attention." Hongjoong growled possessively.
"Ah, you're done!" Wooyoung grinned when you emerged. He sat against the edge of the bed, your outfit laid out beside him.
"Ta da! Look at my talent." He gestured to the outfit with the same proud smirk on his face. You tilted your head as you stared at it, trying to imagine it on your body since it wasn't usually your style. As expected, Wooyoung went with a theme of mainly black clothes with a black body suit and jeans.
"Go change. We'll add the finishing touches after." Wooyoung held them up to you, nodding over to Hongjoong's walk in closet. You nodded obediently and walked in to change.
"Now, you. Thought I told you to go!" Once again, Wooyoung and Hongjoong were bickering.
"Are you just trying to touch her?!" Hongjoong accused.
"I'm not dirty minded like you." Wooyoung shot back. You shook your head with an amused smile and adjusted your clothes. You looked at yourself in the mirror.
"How did he guess my size...?" You mumbled.
"Because I'm a genius!" Wooyoung yelled from outside. Your eyes widened and you looked around for a hidden camera or something.
"As expected, you look great, love." Wooyoung smirked when you came out, dressed in the outfit. With the body suit, there was small slivers of skin on your waist that could be seen.
"Don't call her that!" Hongjoong hissed. Wooyoung rolled his eyes and came over.
"Last touches." He properly cuffed the ends of your jeans and handed you a bomber jacket.
"It'll get cold." He smiled gently. As you put the oversized bomber jacket on, you recognised it immediately by the scent. This jacket belonged to Hongjoong. As Wooyoung was going to finish up, Hongjoong cleared his throat, stopping him.
"Fine. You do it." Wooyoung growled. You blinked in confusion as Wooyoung left the room. Hongjoong grabbed your hand and sat you down on the bed.
"These are the finishing touches." He took a stack of small accessory boxes and placed them between the two of you.
"Hongjoong, this is a lot... Especially with this bracelet from earlier." You said as he opened all of them.
"If it makes you feel better, you can return them to me after, alright?" He chuckled, clasping a white gold cuff on your other wrist. You nodded your head as you watched him.
"It's just to add to the outfit. We're not going to go overboard." He explained and moved to clasp a chain choker around your neck.
"Hmm, I don't like that." He shook his head and removed it.
"This is better." You leaned forward so he could clasp another around your neck. Hongjoong smiled in satisfaction as you held the pendant in your palm.
"A marigold." You smiled knowingly as the etched flower design on the gold. It was Hongjoong's birth flower.
"This is mine. It's for safety purposes." He slipped a ring onto your index finger, it had repeating 8's like infinity signs with diamonds.
"It's our team's ring, all the boys have one. Just in case I am not there or none of our guys are around, if anyone sees this, they won't mess with you." He caressed your knuckles with his thumb. You had noticed the rings before, all 8 boys had one and constantly wore it, even Hongjoong.
"Thank you." You kissed his cheek and he wrapped an arm around you to hug you. After that, Hongjoong went to change while you took some essentials and put them into your pocket.
"Alright, I'm ready, let's go." Hongjoong held your hand and you both headed downstairs.
"Brought your shoes." Wooyoung said, holding a pair of oxblood boots in his hand. He, along with the others, were all ready too.
"You look good, (y/n)." Seonghwa complimented, patting your head. The others nodded in agreement. Hongjoong glared, gently pushing you to be behind him.
"Relax, captain. No one will dare steal her from you." San rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, you'll be safe with us. No one else is allowed to enter our restricted area." Yunho assured.
"Thanks, Yunho." You smiled gratefully. After all of you wore your shoes, you left the house to head to the tracks. Of course, you rode with Hongjoong in his sports car.
"Are you racing tonight?" You asked him as he drove.
"Maybe." He shrugged. Hongjoong's main focus of the night was to ensure you were safe and comfortable at the tracks.
"I'll be okay, you know? I'm sure you already have like 50 guys there for security. This is meant to be a fun thing for you, I don't want to ruin it." You giggled. Hongjoong turned to meet your eyes, your heart was so pure sometimes.
"You're not ruining it at all, my love. Even if i don't race tonight, I can always race again on another night. But I have to say, I'm surprised you're so encouraging of me racing." He chuckled.
"I'm not encouraging. I just... I trust your judgement, you wouldn't put yourself in a situation with no way out." You said.
"Mhmm, that's right. And also, I have 100 guys around." He corrected, kissing your hand.
"Okay, show off." You rolled your eyes. When he pulled up, the other 7 were already there, seemingly waiting for your arrival with Hongjoong. Jongho opened the door for you.
"Thank you." You smiled. Hongjoong handed the carkeys to one of his men and came to you. He held your hand.
"Let's go." He smiled and walked in. The boys weren't surrounding you but they did walk in a way that didn't leave a blind spot.
"So, did you convince Hongjoong hyung to let you race?" Wooyoung nudged you as you all walked to the VIP area, he was trying to distract you from the prying eyes.
"Don't encourage her." He glared at Wooyoung. You rolled your eyes.
"He's just scared he might lose to me." You snickered, pointing over at Hongjoong, who sighed.
"Boss." The men bowed and stepped aside for you all to enter the VIP area. Hongjoong led you to a seat where you could stay to watch the races. He patted your head with a smile and took the seat beside you, San sitting on your other side. You watched as Seonghwa, Yeosang and Yunho got ready.
"Good luck." You turned to them.
"Thank you. Watch us win." They hi-fived the other members and left the VIP area.
"Hang on, love. I'll be back." He smiled and left your side, you watching his retreating back the entire time. Seeing the empty seat, Mingi sat down in Hongjoong's seat.
"That guy's the track owner. He collects the bets and takes a cut of the wins." Mingi leaned over to explain.
"But not everyone who wants to race can race. Doesn't mean this is an underground race means there aren't "rules"." San said.
"What do you mean?" You tilted your head.
"These things, it's all about reputation. You have to be known, you have to know people, you have to win a few races to prove yourself." Mingi listed. You watch the man shake Hongjoong's hand.
"So you guys also have to win a few races before he can let you race?" You asked.
"Yeah. But he is also operating his track in our territory so..." San shrugged. You nodded, understanding what he meant.
"Jihoon...?" You froze, suddenly seeing the familiar face amongst the crowd. There was no doubt that it was him, he was with his friends it seemed, not noticing you. San and Mingi followed your gaze, confused before recognising Jihoon immediately.
"That's your friend, right?" San feigned ignorance.
"Yeah... Or at least, I think we're still friends... I don't know..." You let out a small sigh, remembering the last conversation that you had with him.
'Hyung, 4 o'clock. Handle? - Mingi'
Hongjoong looked at the text that he received, turning his head to see Jihoon with his friends.
"Hey, that group, they race?" Hongjoong asked the track owner, nodding over in the group's general direction. Looking at where Hongjoong was referring to, he nodded.
"We've been having a lot of new racers. You know how it is, think they can make a quick buck or prove themselves." He lit his cigarette.
"No trouble?" Hongjoong asked casually.
"And risk getting banned from races? Not a chance." The guy said cockily with a chuckle, holding his cigarette away to exhale the smoke. Hongjoong nodded with a hum.
"Hope your team has a good race night, Hongjoong sshi." He reached out to shake Hongjoong's hand.
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๐๐ฆ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐ช: Yunho is a good friend, perhaps too good for you, and who else but him will help you discover a new sexual experience? Or Yunho will show you what it's like to have a real man take care of you.
๐๐ธโโ๐โ๐พ: Hands and fingers kink, finger sucking, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, squirting, pussy slapping, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, praise kink and more.
๐ธ/โ: My responses to your requests, bunnies, are being taken to a whole new level. It's also what's been on your mind so much lately - Yunho and his beautiful fingers. Honestly, it's just a huge chunk of pure smut dedicated to Yunho's hands. But, I don't regret it at all.
"You know, it's not that difficult. If you want to give it a try, I can do it for you, Chagi."
When you hear these words fall from his pretty lips, your eyes widen in a comical way, and your mouth falls open a little.
'What do you mean?' You ask him quietly, just to make sure Yunho meant exactly what he said.ย
'Cum, baby. I can make you come with just the touch of my fingers.' Yunho says this in an easy, casual way, raising his big hand to the level of your face and moving his fingers to get your attention. "You know, it's called fingering."
Oh shit. He really meant what he said. Your heart starts beating faster at the sound of his slightly husky voice, and you automatically focus your gaze on his beautiful, long fingers. Fucking long, beautiful fingers. Sometimes you even wonder if Yunho's fingers could be longer than the dicks of some guys you've had sex with.
Jeong Yunho was not just a good friend. He was the greatest friend in the world. Accommodating, sweet, and witty, he was always ready to help you in every situation and listen to you anytime, day and night. There were never any secrets between you two; Yunho knew everything about you, just as you knew everything about him.ย
You couldn't have been more grateful to him when Yunho came over to your house with ice cream and sweets after another 'cool' guy had turned you down on a date.ย
He sat beside you, big and warm like a golden retriever puppy, listening to all your complaints about being dumped, letting you nibble away your disappointment with ice cream and chocolate, wrapped up in his wonderfully soft sweatshirt, smelling of his vanilla-woody perfume. The smell of him used to make you dizzy all the time.
This was not the first time you'd been in this situation, and nights like this had become something of a tradition for you. Yunho always listened to you when you complained about how disgusting and unsatisfying your dates were. He was always on your side.
To be honest, you always liked Yunhoโmuch more than you should like a friend, but who wouldn't like Yunho? He was the absolute embodiment of the perfect manโlooks, manners, character, and on and on. And you were completely out of his league. But in spite of all of that, Yunho never made you feel uncomfortable when you were in his presence. You always talked to each other in an open way, and there were no taboo subjects between the two of you. Even about sex... Over the years of your friendship, you had a good idea of what Yunho was capable of in bed, and he knew your preferences and desires regarding sex.ย
But when you told him about your other boyfriend's inability to bring you to orgasm, he had never offered to help you with your sexual frustration. To this very day.
"C'mon, you don't mean that." You say this as you shove a spoonful of strawberry ice cream into your mouth. The creamy, whipped mass melts in an instant as soon as it comes into contact with the warmth of your tongue, leaving behind a light taste of berry.
Right now, instead of your favourite ice cream, you really wish that Yunho had brought a couple of bottles of soju with him. Then you could blame the alcohol in your blood for making you blush, rather than the fact that his suggestion made you both confused and excited.
"Actually, I'm quite serious, Chagiya. I can make you cum with just the tips of my fingers.' He said it just as easily and calmly as he had before, looking at you with those big, shiny eyes of his.ย
Yunho looked so relaxed as he sat next to you, his arms wrapped around the big soft cushion, and you, in contrast to him, began to squirm a little in your seat under the sudden weight of his usually soft chocolate gaze.
"Look, T/N, if you don't want to do this, I understand; you don't have to worry so much. We can pretend this conversation never happened, and I'll keep listening to you complain to me about men who are too selfish in their desires and can't give you what you need. I've always told you, Chagiya, that you deserve so much more than these pathetic idiots you've been dating, and unlike them, I don't have to stick my cock in your pussy to make you come. I can fuck you stupid, just with myย fingers." Yunho puts the pillow to the side and leans in a little bit closer to you. When he starts to speak again, his voice becomes more husky and sultry. "But I'm not going to do anything that you don't ask me to do. Just say the word, and we'll forget the whole thing."ย
"Yunho... I don't know; it's all so sudden." You mumbled, unsure, biting down on your lower lip and glancing down at his hands once more.ย
God, Yunho's offer was as tempting as it was damaging, but damn it, this was exactly what you wanted. You wanted it so badly. Perhaps, just perhaps, you'd been thinking about his hands more often than you'd admitted. More than once or twice, you've imagined how those broad, big palms of his would feel on your body, and even more so, how great his long fingers would feel as they plunged deep into your pussy. You are sure that the stretching is going to be nothing short of delicious. But you also knew that if you agreed to his proposal, your little crush on him would take a dangerous new turn. You were already halfway to falling head over heels in love with him, and this situation wasn't going to make it any easier for you at all.
"Relax, Chagi; there's no pressure. We can just forget about it; I already told you. If you don't want it...'
'But I do want to.' Before you had a second to think about what you'd just said, the words flew out of your mouth.ย
For a moment, you couldn't think straight, and there was a heavy pause between you that made you want to slap yourself on the forehead. You shyly glanced at Yunho from under your lashes in an attempt to analyse the expression on his pretty face.ย
Yunho runs his tongue over his lips, leaving a glistening trace on the soft, pink flesh, and you unconsciously repeat the movement as he does. He can already see that you're totally into it, and a slight satisfied smile appears on his face.
"I'm not going to lie; it sounds nice. But you don't have to do that; I understand if you were just kidding and..."ย
"Y/N, I'm not kidding. You're beautiful, sexy, and sweet, and you totally deserve to have your body worshipped. You need a man to show you how it's done, not a boy, Chagiya.' Yunho raised his eyes to you, and the darkness swirling inside them was something you'd never seen before.ย
God, that lookโwhy does he have to look like that right now? It was the first time since you'd met Yunho that you felt so turned on by his presence. Damn it. You could feel your body heating up and moisture starting to gather between your legs, making your lace panties stick uncomfortably to your bare pussy. But you tried to ignore it and just squeezed your thighs tighter. He probably didn't even mean it in a serious way, and you're already starting to fantasise about it.
'Oh, Yunho...' That's all you could manage to say at the moment. There were too many thoughts running around in your headโtoo many ideasโfor you to be able to focus on anything in particular.ย
On the outside, Yunho was completely calm, but there was a real flame of desire burning inside of him. He wanted to touch you so badly; he wanted to touch you in a way that friends were never supposed to do. It literally ate him up from within, but he was just a friend to you. You never looked at him with those seductive eyes that he knew you gave to other guys, guys not like him, guys who could never satisfy you properly, who could never fill you and make you squeal and dumb from their dicks. He could give you that. Yunho could give you anything you wanted.ย
Tonight, when he had offered to fuck you with his fingers, it had been a thought he hadn't even realised he had said out loud. But damn, now he was unspeakably glad he had done it. You were right there in front of him, and he wasn't going to deny himself the chance to finally get what he wanted. He didn't care about the consequences. After all, when Yunho was done with you, you wouldn't be able to think about anyone else but him. God, all he can think about is how beautiful you'll look when you collapse under his touch and the blissful look on your face when you come on his fingers. Hell, he's hoping to see you drooling and squirting with his name on your lips.ย
"What should I do?" you ask, pulling the sleeves of his sweatshirt tighter over your hands so that only your fingertips are visible. God, this is so fucking embarrassing.ย
Yunho just grinned and moved even closer to you, so that your legs were now resting against his thigh. He gently cupped his large, warm palms around your face and forced you to look into his eyes.ย
"Just relax for me. Will you? Let a real man take care of you properly, Chagiya."
Jeong fucking Yunho, you should stop now, or you'll start begging him for more than his fingers, and when you say that, you mean his dick. And generally, it wasn't even metaphoricalโerything in Yunho's body was of impressive size, and his dick was no exception. You'd never tell Yunho, but you might have accidentally seen him masturbating a couple of times when he stayed at your place. Of course, it was completely by accident, but the image of his beautiful hands wrapping around his huge, thick, veiny cock, the deep, husky moaning and the blissful expression on his handsome faceโthat's the image that's burned into the back of your eyelids for life. The memory alone made your pussy clench around nothing.
Yunho slowly ran his thumb over your lips, smearing the remains of your favourite strawberry ice cream, while you were lost in thought. He made a mental note to buy you some strawberry lube for the next time you have sex, which is definitely going to happen. He doesn't even doubt it. You reflexively open your lips as you feel the slightly rough pad of his thumb pressing against the soft, sticky flesh of your lower lip, allowing him to push his finger deep into the wet warmth of your mouth.ย
Yunho's eyes grow heavy with desire as your tongue wraps lightly around the long appendage and you begin to suck on his finger, looking up at him from under your lashes with big stag eyes as if to ask for his approval.ย
"Such a good girl for me." A deep groan echoes in his chest as he sees your plush lips wrapped tightly around his finger, and Yunho can't help but think about how those same lips would wrap beautifully around his thick cock. But what he'll really be dreaming about for the next few weeks is the sugary expression on your face as you lick the slightly calloused pad of his thumb with your tongue. Your lower lip glistens with ice cream residue and saliva. Fuck. You look so fucking slutty and sweet at the same time that all he wants to do is bend you over and fuck your brains out.ย
You can't hold back the whimper that comes out of your throat at the praise he gives you. Did you ever think that you would have a craving for praise in you, or is it just because of Yunho? The vibration around his finger reaches all the way up to his crotch, and his cock twitches as it strains against the jeans. You suck his finger deeper into your mouthโwet and hotโsliding your tongue over it, up and down. Back and forth over it. When he suddenly pulls his finger out of your mouth, a thread of saliva connecting it to your flushed lips, you let out a weak moan of frustration.ย
"Baby, I'm the one who has to take care of you today. Aren't I?" He said as he let go of your face and got up from the couch, only to kneel down in front of you, but even in this position, Yunho still towered over you, making you feel small and vulnerable. When did your adorable puppy retriever ever have the time to turn into a big, bad wolf? "If you change your mind..." He began placing his hot palms on the bare skin of your thighs and discreetly pulling them apart so he could get a good look at your wet panties, the sight of which made his mouth fill with saliva. "Just say the word, and I'll stop immediately. Anytime, chagi..."ย
Honestly, Yunho is absolutely lying to you right now; he doesn't know if he can take his hands off you at all, especially after seeing your pretty pussy covered only by the thin lace. The milky French lace hugs your cunt perfectly, stretching just enough to outline the shape of your labia, and he can't stop himself from moaning as he sees it. Your excitement seeps out onto the fabric, forming a large wet patch at the front. Yunho knows that your hole is throbbing with the need to be filled and your clit is swelling, begging to be touched.
Yunho's fingers dig hard into the soft flesh of your thighs, much harder than you expected, and you whimper, biting your lower lip and shaking slightly under the grip of his hands.ย
"I get it...I trust you, Yunho."
"That's it, Chagi. I'm going to make you feel so good. I swear." Yunho whispers as he leans down and kisses the top of your thighs while he keeps his eyes on your face for a second. Your mind is in such a state of confusion that you can't concentrate on anything else but Yunho and the warmth of his hands and his lips on your skin.ย
He can't resist sticking out his tongue and licking the thick strip on your clothed cunt. He moans into your pussy and your face feels like it's burning. Yunho runs his tongue over the smooth fabric of your pussy once more, moistening it even more with his saliva.
God, you're amazing. He's wanted this for such a damn long time, and right now he can say that his cock is harder than it's ever been. He wouldn't be lying. How could he not be?
"You're so beautiful, baby." You begin to wriggle in his arms as Yunho's lips close over your pussy, and you hear the sound of faint sucking on the wet lace in his mouth, his beautiful lips pressing right up against your throbbing clit making your little hole contract even more, begging to be filled.
'Oh God, Yuyu...' Your tone is whiny, almost pleading, and you feel a satisfied smile spread across his mouth as he buries his face harder into your pussy, your legs trembling slightly at the movement of the lace over your sensitive folds. He hasn't even done anything yet, and he's practically pushing you to your limit, and you're almost ashamed of it. If Yunho keeps going like this, you're going to come just from him sucking on your panties, and he doesn't even have to use his hands to do it.ย
"Mmm, my girl is so warm and sweet; I can't wait to feel that cunt from the inside." He says it quietly. His voice is deeper and huskier than you've ever heard before.ย Yunho lets the disgustingly wet material of your underwear out of his mouth and bites lightly on the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp for breath. "Chagi, as much as I like seeing you in my clothes, I want you to take off your sweater. Let me see those nice tits of yours."ย
Maybe it's his voice, or the dark, burning look in his eyes that are usually too soft and shiny, or maybe it's Yunho himself, but you obediently follow his command, eager to please him. Agonisingly slowly, your hands pull up the super-soft fabric, exposing more of your ย skin millimetre by millimetre. You find yourself holding your breath, waiting to see what his reaction to your naked body will be.
Your fingers brushed against the boning of your bra, sliding up the thin lace cup, higher up the bulging tops of your breasts, until Yunho's sweatshirt was next to you on the couch, and you were standing in front of him in nothing but your lace underwear. Remembering what he'd said, you cupped your breasts with your palms and squeezed lightly a few times before pulling the lace cup down and letting your tits fall out. Your nipples were instantly made hard by the coolness of the air.ย
"You've got such nice tits, baby. Play with them for me. Show me how you like to please yourself." Jesus, what's going on right now? Your ex-boyfriends never treated you like this, eager to get into your cunt as fast as possible to get their own high. And that condescending tone of his voice, you would never have thought that Yunho could be like that, but damn, you were in love with it. Maybe even a bit too much for your own good.
'Mm, okay.' You closed your eyes tightly and concentrated on massaging and kneading your breasts, occasionally tracing the sensitive nipples and lightly scratching them with your fingernails, before wrapping your fingers around them and pulling.ย
Your back arched, and your mouth opened in a loud moan. The sharp sensation of the rough stimulation sent a powerful rush of pleasure through your body.ย
"You're so good for me; next time I'll suck your tits until you cum just from the feel of my mouth on your nipples."ย The words made your pussy quiver, spurting out more moisture, and you moaned loudly, flicking your fingers over the hard, dark pink buds.
"You can't say such things..." You whimper at Yunho's vulgar words, but still, your body responds in the most delightful manner to this.ย
"Stop me then, Chagi. Tell me that I should stop." Yunho says, kissing your clothed pussy gently and drooling even more on your panties. ย The sensation of his kisses almost made you miss the moment when his fingers ran along your slit, lightly pressing the lace between your labia. The contrast between the lace fabric and the soft touch of his warm lips was making your body burn, and if he was going to continue to tease you like this, you were just going to go crazy.
"P-please... Please, Yunho." You whimpered, which made him stop teasing you for a moment, and he lifted his head to meet your gaze. You looked so fucking beautiful for him: your hands squeezing the swollen flesh of your tits, leaving the red fingerprints on them; your hair a total mess; your legs spread wide so he could see your pretty pussy; and your gaze completely unfocused and hazy. He was just getting started playing with you, and you looked so fucked already.ย
"Please, what, baby? What do you want? Tell me, Chagi."
"I need more, please... Fuck me, Yunho. Make me cum on your fingers." You began to whimper, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.
"Look at you; you're already such a slut to me, aren't you, Chagi? Your pretty little panties are all sticky and wet from the amount of slime leaking from your needy cunt. Do you want my fingers deep inside you?ย
Shall I make you squirt, baby?" Yunho's voice was dark and low as he lightly scraped his nail across your clit through the lace, and you screamed as your body began to tremble slightly as your cunt tightened around nothing at all. "You want that, don't you?"
"Mmm hmm." You moaned, shaking your head to confirm. Right now, you can barely concentrate on anything but the sensation of Yunho's presence beside you, his hand touching your wet pussy. When he touches you like this, you can't help but think about the size of his hands, the length of his fingers, and how deep they can go into you.ย
Yunho's fingers hook into the lace of your panties before pulling them aside as he blows lightly on your pussy. A smug smirk spreads across his handsome lips as you're shrieking softly and your hips are shaking weakly from the intense stimulation.
"The words, Chagi, I need your words; otherwise, you won't get what you want so much. I could play with you all night long..." Yunho presses his fingers to your swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles before scratching it with his fingernail, causing you to moan lewdly and raise your hips to get more of the burning sensation of euphoria that is spreading through your body from his touch. You are completely unaware of how much your dynamic with Yunho has changed in such a short time. You hadn't noticed the dark, domineering side of his personality before, cleverly hidden behind his chocolate eyes and adorable puppy behaviour.ย
"Oh God, yes, I want it so badly. Please, Yunho, fuck me as deep as you can with your fingers. Make me squirt. I need it so badly..."
"Since you're asking me so nicely, baby, Who am I to refuse you?"ย
Everything is happening too fast for you to be aware of it.ย
Yunho's long, flexible fingers slide easily into your cunt as the slightly rough pads of his fingers rub along the soft, tight walls of your pussy.
You moan pathetically. The sensation of pleasure mixes with the pain and flows through your body like hot lava as he forces your tender pussy to stretch around his fingers, your soft walls aching as they open up for him. He pushes his fingers deeper and deeper into you until the long appendages are inside of you all the way down to the base. His thumb presses against your clit, rubbing it in rough, tight circles as he goes. You let out a long, loud moan, so obscene you can hardly believe it's coming from you. But there's absolutely nothing you can do to stop it, especially when Yunho's beautiful, skilled fingers are delighting you.ย
'Yunho...' His name flies out of your bitten lips with a soft, panting whimper.ย
You lower your eyes down, your vision blurred with excitement, and through the lustful haze, you see how much his fingers are glistening with your juices as they thrust in and out, making slippery, wet noises with each movement of his hand. You're so fucking wet, it's almost embarrassing.ย
"Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers?' Yunho asks you with a smug smile as he carelessly pushes his fingers into your pussy. When he pulls them out of your hole, a huge amount of mucus comes out of the small opening, a sight that is so disgusting and erotic at the same time that it almost makes him cum. His hard dick, painfully squeezed between his underwear and the thick denim, throbs and leaks pre-cum.ย
Yunho's throat dries up as he sees the thick sheen of your excitement covering the length of his fingers, and he sticks out his tongue to lick his lips. He runs his fingers along your folds, smearing as much of the slime as he can over them, watching as the thick and sticky strands of moisture stretch out behind his fingers.ย
Your wetness shines everywhere: on your swollen labia, on your soft, silky folds, on the inside of your thighs, and he desperately wants to lick you. But he'll save that for another time; right now, it's all about making you cum just from his hands.
"Y-yeah, I like that so much. Fuck...". Your words turn into a long, drawn-out whimper as Yunho spreads the folds of your folds with his fingers and gently blows cool air over your swollen clit. He can clearly see how red and swollen your pussy is, and the excitement that flows from your quivering hole is gathering in the slippery puddle under your arse as you lie on the couch.ย
"Fuck, you're so perfectโall pretty and flushed for me. I'm going to milk that sweet cunt of yours until you're a total wreck and you beg me to stop. Orgasm after orgasm, you're going to give me every last drop of you." Yunho plunges two fingers into your tight cunt once more, his long appendages easily opening you up and stretching the silky walls. He bends his fingers deep inside of you, pressing them perfectly against the small, super-sensitive bundle of nerves, and you almost lose it.ย
You instantly scream in ecstasy, your eyes rolling up as the pleasure runs through your body like a surge of electricity, the tight walls of your pussy clenching rhythmically, thick streams of your sweet moisture dripping from your hole onto the palm of his hand and running down his veiny forearm.ย
Yunho immediately picks up the pace and starts fucking you as if his life depended on it. With his other hand, he squeezes your thigh to keep you in place and to prevent you from closing your legs.ย
As your hips start shaking violently, your groans turn to pathetic sobs, and your cunt begins to milk his fingersโyour inner walls clench rhythmically around his fingersโYunho knows you're close. He abruptly pulls his fingers out of you, and before you can react, he slaps you across your pussy with the open palm of his hand. You squeal at the searing contact, black spots dancing in front of your eyes as you sink into blinding bliss and feel a wave of incredible pleasure wash over you.ย
But Yunho doesn't stop there; he slaps your pretty cunt several more times, each time a little bit harder than the last.
"God, you look gorgeous. We're almost there, baby, just a little bit more..." Yunho groans like he's about to come. But you are so lost in a thick haze of bliss that you are barely aware of what he is saying to you.
His fingers plunge into you again, this time even deeper, stroking over your most sensitive spot over and over again, almost bringing you to a state of semi-consciousness. Your body is tensed, your back is arched, and your hips are rolling wildly as he moves his hand. The knuckles of his fingers flex mercilessly as he aggressively caresses the sensitive, spongy stretch of nerve inside you. There is a genuine sense of euphoria coursing through your veins. The silky walls of your vagina clench together almost to the point of pain to prevent the movement of his fingers.ย
The edges of your vision blur, and you feel the walls of your pussy begin to contract intensively, a sign that your climax is near.
"Yunho! Shit, I... I'm going to..." As your orgasm consumed you, your head was thrown back, and your mouth opened in a loud moan.ย
God, this must be exactly what Yunho had in mind when he told you that you were in need of a man, not a boy. You've been fucked, really fucked, for the first time in your life. But Yunho doesn't want to let you rest; instead, he continues to play with your throbbing pussy and sticks a third long finger into you with a dirty, obscene squelch.
"It's too much... Yuyu. Please, too much..."ย
Your words were nothing more than noise as Yunho paid no attention to them and continued his merciless caresses. You had no choice but to accept what he was giving you. A pleasure that went so deep into you that it became almost unbearable. But it was exactly what you'd always wantedโthe feeling that none of your exes had been able to give you.ย
Yunho continued to twist and turn his fingers, touching the spongy and sensitive spot, and for a moment all you could see was white as you came for the second time. Your legs were shaking uncontrollably as your cum flowed uncontrollably down his arm and down his forearm as Yunho continued to push his fingers deep inside you, making your pussy squelch even louder, all the while keeping you at the height of your orgasm.ย
Every time his finger tips touched your cervix, a delightful shiver ran through your body.
His other hand grabbed hold of your thigh, his long fingers digging roughly into the soft flesh, leaving black, stinging marks and nails that were almost scratched until they bled.
"Please, Yunho... I can't take it any longer. Please!" You begged, but all he did was laugh sombrely andย spread his fingers inside you, stretching you even further. "N-no, this is too much..."You were sobbing openly now as he lowered his head to lick the strips between your folds, occasionally circling your defenceless clit with his tongue, his silky hair tickling the inflamed skin on the inside of your thighs.
"Let go, Chagi, cum on my fingers; feel what it's like to be fucked by a man instead of a boy. Show me how you squirt, baby. Make a real mess of it for me." He said this without slowing down the pace of his movements at all.
You felt the familiar tension in your belly again, and the muscles in your thighs clenched as he suddenly pulled the palm of his hand away from your thigh and used two fingers to pinch your clit instead. The spiral in your stomach burst without warning, and then you came, but this time it was different for you: a huge wave of clear liquid erupted from your over-excited cunt and soaked Yunho's hand and his chin, flooding the couch beneath you and his white t-shirt.ย
The lightning-like waves travelled all over your body, and you were practically panting from the hot pleasure that was washing over you. Yunho gently stroked your folds and whispered sweet words about how well you had done and what a good girl you had been for him as he let you enjoy your third orgasm.ย
Finally, he pulled away and removed his fingers from your used, swollen cunt. His lips curled into a satisfied grin when he saw the mess you made.
You hiss with over-excitement as Yunho runs his tongue over your sensitive folds once again. His tongue swirls seductively over your quivering, leaking hole, and as he does so, you let out a strangled scream from your throat.ย
When Yunho is completely satisfied, he releases you and raises the gaze of his beautiful chocolate eyes to your face, which is exhausted from several repeated orgasms.
"I told you, Chagi, it's not hard at all. You just need the perfect man, and in my hope, I will be that man for you.".
(>แดโข)genre: smut with plot, unspecified historical au
เฒ _เฒ warning/content: none for this chapter
The inside of Mingi's tree house is strangely put together, for being in the middle of literally nowhere on an uninhabited island.
He has a bed of thick moss covered with a military issued brown blanket and a stitched together thin quilt of sorts.
He's quiet as he slowly lays you down on it; having carried you up the ladder as you clung to his neck. He's careful with you, one arm under your knees and the other around your back.
Your thigh is wrapped up tightly with a strip of fabric, your skirt cut to just above it. He throws the ripped and bloody bottom half of your skirts into a corner after setting you down. Then he just... lingers on his knees by the side of the makeshift bed.
You're starting to get cold. Blood loss is catching up to you as your adrenaline levels lower. Because you're starting to feel safer and safer with the strange man. You know you shouldn't. He seems... well, you don't know, actually.
He's unlike any man you've ever met. His silence unnerves you. His gaze is much too intense. He has zero sense of personal space.
But he's gentle, now at least. And he doesn't look at you like you're beneath him; as many men in society do.
He touches your cheek again as he hovers over you, crouching by the makeshift bed. Fingertips grazing your skin slowly. "Soft." He says lowly.
"Th-thank you?" You whisper, a bit frightened.
He nods, "I like." And he stands up like that isn't a strange thing to say, probably because he doesn't think it is.
Your eyes follow as he walks to some fruit hanging by one of the window-like openings. You push yourself up on your elbows, watching him. "How long have you lived here?"
He has to take a second to think of the word, "ever."
"How?" You ask, astonished, and only get a shrug in response as he comes back to you.
He really is not much of talker, you've found out quickly.
Sitting next to you on the blanket, he pulls off a piece of dried fruit and offers it to you. When you only look at it, slightly suspicious, he shoves it into your hand. "Eat."
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When the sun sets, you've barely been holding your eyes open for the past few hours.
He hasn't shown any intention of hurting you, but your mind still yells to stay alert because he's a stranger โ an incredibly strange and strong stranger, at that.
"Mingi."
He looks over to you quickly from his place on the floor; where he braids some plant material together into a rope. Almost like he forgot you were there โ but he didn't. He's just so very unused to hearing someone speak; let alone hearing his name.
"Do you sleep at night? When it's dark?" It seems like a stupid question, but you genuinely don't know. He doesn't seem tired at all. Obviously, he has to sleep. He's human. But when is a different question.
He nods, tilts his head. Silent.
"Soon?" You stifle a yawn, but he catches it. If he sleeps while you do, maybe it's less chance he can hurt you. That's what your logic tells you.
"No," he turns back to the rope and keeps braiding. Sleeping while someone new is around is practically asking for trouble, that's what his logic tells him. He'll wait until you fall asleep.
You let out a quiet sigh as you rest your head on your arm, rolling onto your side to face him. Your leg is starting to tingle, which you suppose is good news. At least you're feeling something.
"Thank you," you whisper, "for saving me."
He grunts softly in response.
No matter how hard you try to keep your eyes open, they start falling shut for longer and longer until sleep eventually takes you.
When he hears your even, quiet breathing, he looks over his shoulder. Dropping the rope he was working on, he quickly slides off his open shirt and climbs over you to lay in the open space near the wall. He should sleep in a branch, on the floor at the very least โ but he likes his little warm corner.
And you've made it even warmer.
He likes it.
He likes you.
Scooting closer, laying behind you on his side, mirroring you; he follows his instincts and slowly slides his arm under your head, replacing yours. A gentle hum leaves you in your sleep as you nuzzle against the warmth of his arm.
Yes. He's definitely decided. He likes you.
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His head snaps up the second you move in the morning, eyes searching quickly. He relaxes, slightly, when he sees the movement that he felt was only you pulling yourself up.
A mumble of a curse is nearly hidden by the wind that breezes through the room. But his sharp ears catch it, his eyes watching your every move as you pull your leg in front of you.
You brace yourself with your hands flat on either side of you, and push yourself to stand โ immediately crumbling to the floor with a groan followed by a cry.
Your chin wobbles as his shadow steps before you, bleary eyes cast down at the wooden planks of a floor.
"Can't?" He asks, bluntly and clearly missing your frustration and sadness.
"No, I can. Just... not for long." Not for even a second. But if a millisecond is there, and it was, that's a start.
He hauls you up and wraps one of your arms around his shoulders, bending to your height.
You can hardly feel your leg, you have to focus harder than you ever had before just to get it to twitch forward. It's, you imagine, what learning to walk feels like all over again.
You're more frustrated than he is, by far. He doesn't seem the least bit bothered as he patiently holds your weight as you try to move.
It takes a while, but you manage to take a while three steps before collapsing into him completely.
And he catches you like nothing, pulling you back to the moss bed, "rest now."
"No, I can do more-"
"No."
You drop your stubborn gaze the second your eyes meet. He may not have hurt you, but his gaze is still that of a hardened survivor.
"You stay."
And then he's climbing down, leaving you frustrated and alone in the wilderness.
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